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[LordPorkins]

Frederick gets a 10, meaning he doesn't really do much of anything. He leaves with the same amount he went in with.

[zomara0292]

Atil blocked a second attempt at a grapple by pushing away her wrist with the thick part of his forearm, before narrowly dodging a punch from the other hand. Her defenses wide open, he raked his claw across her belly as he spun, gripping the blocked and using the momentum of the previous punch to toss her on the ground. With no intent in trying to keep her in grapple, he dug his clawed fingers into the wrist, and threw his claw at the nape of her neck. It was only last second that he formed it into a grip, deciding that skewering her might have lost him his meal. With just enough force, he dug in on one side, to draw blood, and thumb on the artery with the threat of it following its four siblings. His knee dug inter her spine to bury her deeper into the gravel below, daring her to make any attempt to get up.

[retromach]

She naturally struggled anyway, but the leverage was strong. Bottles broke and people screamed in goblin for Atil to kill, kill, kill!

But the bugbear, albeit reluctantly, tapped out. A twelve hundred year old brass gong was sounded, and people squealed in triumph, others in outrageous desperation. The bookies made their payments, and the bugbear got up, moving away with deep outrage, as if she felt Atil had cheated somehow. She spat in his general direction, a mix of blood and spit, before drinking down a korluaat she probably couldn't afford right now. She grabbed the goblin medic who came to see her and hurled him aside before leaving, patting down the blood smears on her fur with a towel.

Before he left, the pink-suited goblin presented Atil his prize. 30 galifars.

"You're good, Scales. Maybe when the new season starts you should try to get into the Ring of Fire."

[zomara0292]

“Sounds. . . Interesting. I will consider it, if you tell me more about what it is, Mr. . .” Atil looked at the little creature with a bit of interest. This ring of Fire might be worth getting into, if it payed well, and might help sate the hunger he had barely numbed.

[retromach]

Frederick Thornberry had an alright enough night. The dice behaved like dice, and no one really came out far ahead or behind. Afterwards, he went to wander Fallen.

Long ago, temples to all the gods were built here. A great many of them, in fact, small shrines, large cathedrals. For blocks in every direction this area was a ghost town now. Parks lay in ruins, home to camps of the homeless, and little more. Temples to most of the gods were in ruin here, partially abandoned. Those to the Dark Six especially so, though some seemed to bear signs of more recent use. An old Dojo sat quietly nearby, serving what few goblins sought the Silver Flame.

He came upon some noise, though, and joined in to look around. It seemed people came here to congregate often enough without contacting the Dark Six or the Dragon Below.

It was an underground pit fighting right. Goblins and goblinoids took in bets. Thornberry stood in the back, with a bottle of liquor in a paper bag, taking shallow sips disguised as great gulps. He watched as a bugbear fought a lizardman - fought Atil, by the looks of it.

When the fight was over the wounded bugbear stalked towards him. This storehouse once served a nearby feasting hall of Olladra, but the Sovereign hadn't been with her tonight. She guzzled back korluaat from a brown bottle, and looked ready to shove him out of the way.

[retromach]

"You've never heard of the Ring of Fire?" The Goblin asked Atil incredulously. "It's only the biggest fighting tournament in the Five Nations! Arcaneers, elaborate stages, stunts and obstacles. It's a league thing, so you have to work your way into the big fights, but with your talents? You could be fighting Knights Arcane, or Warforged Juggernauts. The types of people who draw in those big money crowds. And it's all legal and above board... well, other than the underground gambling scene, but.." He trailed off. "I could sponsor you. Be like your agent, help work everything out. We could make a killing. Especially if I knew when you were going to win, and when you were going to lose.."

[zomara0292]

Atil’s lips folded into a snarls when he heard those last words. “You mean for me to cheat? To give up all my honor for a play? Would you like to know what it looks back when I don’t hold back from making my kill my next meal?” With that, and not even trying to ask the goblin’s name, again, he walked off, now hungrier than before.
“A wealth of spineless prey, and yet nothing to hunt.” He complained, as he made his way back to his hotel to calm down.

Dice= 16 (15+1)
Persuasion = 16 (hobgoblin and changling)

[LordPorkins]

Frederick staggers out of her way, making it seem as if he is much more drunk then he actually is.

"Rough night?"

[retromach]

Atil plays dice for a while, and drink korluaat. It burns, but it's good. He's seated with a trio of hobgoblins.

The first of these, Atil suspected, was a criminal. He wore nobles clothes - a fine suit and tie - and his demeanor was professional, and quiet. He wore a bowler hat, and when he spoke, chose fewer words over many. He complimented Atil on his fight against the Bugbear. "You fought well. Might make good money." Atil knew him as Kech. He thinks it's a nickname, not his real name.

The other watched him, and flickered his eyes back to Atil, then to the the third. He too was a man of few words, anteing up in silence. A third looked incredulously after the comment.

"Hey, that's right." He said, his voice as powerful as his frame. "I lost twenty galifars in that fight. You're making it up to me. Right here, right now."

He pushed a pile of coins up the table. The silent gambler looked at him, considering, then met the ante. So did Kech. Reluctantly, fueled by a mix of drink and pride, Atil anted up.

The dice fell sour. The vengeful gambler bellowed a scornful laugh, and scooped up the coins. He started to scoop them into a bag as another round goes by, then people part ways.

Outside the Shattered Mirror, the silent hobgoblin met with Atil, before reverting to his changeling form. Lam introduced himself, and offered Atil an offer. The Hobgoblin who won his money worked as a local head man of a larger mob. Lam needed a second man to hit their storehouse - promising Atil his money back and more.

[zomara0292]

With a nod of the head Atil accepted the offer, not out of any spite, or need for revenge, but, because he was offered the chance to hunt, and hunt someone who was worth hunting. Koch had played well, and he respected that, to an extent.

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder slouches through the halls of the staffhouse, mentally drained following a long day of work. He had finally resolved the dispute between Aundair and House Lyrandar, but at great cost to his own ambitions. He had to commit three brand new airships, at least one of which he had hoped House Lyrandar would convert into a second Spelljammer, to a simple Aundairian overland traderoute. To make matters worse he was half-sure his superiors had been expecting him to bargain them down to two such ships.

The Hobgoblin's heart sinks further as he spots Sormias walking through the hall, directly towards him. Hel-Shredder knew that he would have had to deal with the consequences of ditching her at the party sooner or later, but now was far from a good time to be getting into an argument with a jilted female. He hangs his head and begins to slink along the wall, clinging to the faint hope that his nocturnal crewmate was just waking up and would either groggily fail to notice him or lack the energy to pick a fight...

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at Request]

[Weirdsound]

The Hobgoblin stops dead in his tracks, clearly not expecting that reaction. "Ummm.... ermmm... ooooh... Not much. I had a rough day at work... but it looks like you had a rougher one in bed!" he answers, unable to catch himself before throwing out the flippant quip.

Mr. Shredder's hands fly up in shock to cover his mouth. If she didn't remember she was angry before, she surely would now.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at Request]

[retromach]

The Bugbear growled like a hungry lion in warning to Frederick Thornberry that she did not want to talk.

The fights were a good excuse for him to begin to case the area. He'd need to gamble again on at least one of the fights or dice games to keep his cover, but otherwise he was well established.

By the end of that, he'd gotten a warning. Stay away from the Silver Flame. Some specified the abandoned cathedral. Others didn't. Few but criminals ventured here in Fallen, and people were reluctant to report anything to the Watch, but there was a sense among the streetwalkers and drug dealers that people disappear from near there.