The match begins with both contestants growling at one another.  “Side bet ... Dwarf? .... winners keepers?” Says the Half-Orc.

With a bit of shock in his eyes, the Dwarf nods his acceptance.

A female Tiefling approaches the table to start the event.  The sounds of knuckles being crunched can be heard over the clamor of the crowd. Immediately the Half-Orc moves the Dwarf towards the cleaver.  Blood runs across the table as the Dwarf grips his knife tightly.  The Half-Orc spits at the Dwarf as he says “another hand to go with the many parts from our raids.”

As his hand approaches the cutting edge, a look of understanding and rage replaces his fear.  Sounds begin to grow in the room.  Chants of “Rage! Rage! Rage!”  Echo loudly to the point where nothing else can be heard.

Suddenly the eyes of the Dwarf roll back into his head as he slams the Half-Orcs arm down.  The brute immediately screams out and clutches his stump.

The crowd goes wild as bets are exchanged.

OOC: I am thinking about adding a couple more people to the adventure.  Boghadair got too busy to continue.  What do you all think about a couple more players?

OOC: this is the perfect place to find them :)

just dont turn Bog into a Vamp ;P

????? Maybe you could become a Lich. 8 P

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh   lol

OOC: Totally fine with me! Sayonara Boghadair.

OOC: Fine with me. There's plenty of time to find someone during the holidays.

I made a post and have gotten a few responses.  You are all welcome to continue your interactions in the tavern.

The half-orc replies to the hobgoblin.

"Thagakh will decline your offer since Thagakh is here to visit an acquaintance.

Besides, if Thagakh went all out, it would be considered cheating.

Thagakh is more interested if there is a place where the defeated can heal their lost limbs. Thagakh is currently in search of good healers."

Arafiel calls over "Thag, want another ale?"

The barkeep turns to Thagakh “I am sure there are several healers here.  It is how they make extra gold.  Just watch.  We are barbaric sometimes.”  He looks over at Arafiel.  “After a couple days, he will just have a small scar to show for his loss.  Most come here to forget the wilds beyond the walls.  Some are just trying to get their courage before a mission.”

Tyrus warily watches the grotesque display for a few moments, then slides his chair away from the bar.

"Friends, as the prospect of losing a limb does not appeal to me, I will meet up with you here later. I am going to take a walk to the town Armory, for reasons," he says.

A tall, thin half-elf in blinding white armor with blue trim casts Thaumaturgy, creating a whisper six inches from Thagakh's ear that just repeats the word "healing" for ten seconds.  He shouts out, "oy! Need a hand with that?"

(OOC: hello!)

As Tyrus heads out the door, the half elf walks over to the damaged half orc and heals his hand.  The barkeep notices the situation and says to arafiel “see ... exactly what I was saying.  Though he doesn’t look much like our usual crowd.”

The half-elf walks up to the remaining crew.  "What good is it to have powers you never wanted if you can't at least have some fun now and then?  Conalt Gildas, cursed Cleric of Auril, at your service.  Anyway, what are you drinking?"

As Conalt passes by, a strange, cool breeze emanates from his armor, and it seems to have tiny bits of frost that appear from time to time.  On the chest of the armor sits a heavy holy symbol, a snowflake superimposed over a dark grey triangle.

Arafiel looks down at his mug..."i am not entirely sure but tastes ok

"You know what?  Ok will do.  Bartender!"  Conalt waves down the barkeep.  "One glass of... whatever you've got."

He turns to the rest of the crew.  "Big guy here says you need a healer?"

Ian turns to conalt and says “ are you good at clearing off undead?  We seem to find them everywhere we go. Oh yeah.... what do you mean by cursed?”

The Goliath drinks his ale and listens.

Arafiel is watching the newcomer intently

Ras walks into the bar, a average build human.  He is wearing a heavy wool cloak that covers most of him and when he pulls down his hood, you see rather grisled mid-aged dark hair, dark eyes and the look of a man who has worked hard all his life.  He sits down next to the Half-Orc and orders an Ale(4 cp) and some Bread (2cp).  When he has a chance to speak he says "Would it be that you could use another companion?"    

Persuasion: 23