A Glorious Day of Cockfighting!

[Manshin]

A flier paced in inns and taverns all over Cormyr:

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Come one, come all!

Sportsmen unite to behold a specticle of exciting and thrilling Cockfighting!

Come to the Isinhold Market Square this third day of the ride (OOC: Wednesday evening.. Pacific). Admission is 1gp at the door and includes the whole seat, though you'll only need the edge!

The main event: "Giant Pecks" vs. "King Crush"

Two birds enter, one bird leaves!

These two bloodthirsty roosters square off to settle a bloody rivalry for the illustrious title of top *block*. Who will win and claim everlasting glory? Who will end up in the Suzail homless shelter cook pot?

Tale of the tape:

Dwarfing his opponent, "Giant Pecks" is monster Bantom built for crushing power and terrible ferocity. Heavily favored as the winner, this scarred veteran hails from the bloodsoaked cockpits of distant Amn and has come to Cormyr for one purpose alone... Destruction.

The underdog, King Crush is not to be discounted however. Although shrouded in mysterious origins, this small but swift Rooster rumored to hail from the Unapproachable East has a frenzied look in his eye that speaks of a stone heart devoid of mercy. Few can doubt that this will be the showdown of the age!

Sembian rules apply with both cocks being armed with traditional 1" silver cockspurs. Five minute rounds with one minute breaks until winner triumphs.

All bets are on, with "Giant Pecks" being the heavy favorite at 3 to 1 odds. Place your bets and get ready for war!

Hazzah!

[ShadowCatJen]

Mynian stops to take a good long look at the advert...

... then walks away in a fit of snerks, chortles, and coughs, trying not to laugh like an idiot.


(( *OOCly does laugh like an idiot cause...*

manshinboard=regalgriffon said:

These two bloodthirsty roosters square off to settle a bloody rivalry for the illustrious title of top *block*.

*... gets a kick out of the language filter again*

[abby]

A small woman in thread-bare gray robes chances upon one of these fliers hanging in Suzail. "Oh t-thats just barb-baric." With a sigh, she continues on her way.

[Manshin]

Workmen can be seen beginning the preparations for the cockpit in Isinhold's merchant square.

[seina]

The elven druidess at first walks by the notice with her usual smile affixed to her lips.. blinks.. takes one step back and slowly turns her head to look more closely at it.

“.. two birds enter, one bird leaves..” Still blinking a bit wide eyed, she looks over first her right and then her left shoulder as if looking to see if anyone else has read what she just read. Twisting her fingers together, she looks the notice over again. “Wh..what do they do with the other bird? Heal it.. I am sure. I mean.. how could these two roosters be famous if they let one or the other.. die? Surely?”

She runs her hands through her hair, knocking her hood back and dislodging a few bits of leaves which flutter to the ground around her. Her expression becoming more and more concerned, she worries at her bottom lip with her teeth before turning away, mumbling to herself.

“.. surely..”

[Kain]

A small elf in green robes notices the flier in Isinhold.

"A fight? Feh..."

He rips the flier down from the board and tosses in in the trash

"We will see about this."

[Kain]

Aelewin walks throughout Suzail, tearing down the flier everywhere he sees it.

"Ridiculous..."

[DM Grizwald]

*posters get put back up. For everyone taken down, two seem to have taken their place*

[Manshin]

As Jake goes around tacking up posters, he mutters to himself about those which have been taken down.

"Unbelievable... bleedin heart, tree huggin elves... Boohoo.. save the chickens.. save the flowers.. save the snails. BAH!"

[Munroe]

ooc: LOL. George Carlin. "Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails."

[ashaffer]

*two mysterious figures in black go around replacing the original flier posted in the inns and taverns all over Cormyr*

Come one, come all! Sportsmen unite to behold a spectacle of exciting and thrilling Hin fighting! Come to the Isinhold Market Square this third day of the ride. Admission is 1 gp at the door and includes the whole seat, though you'll only need the edge! The main event: "Torian" vs. "Mouse" Two Hin enter, one Hin leaves! These two bloodthirsty Hins square off to settle a bloody rivalry for the illustrious title of top Hin. Who will win and claim everlasting glory? Who will end up in the Suzail homeless shelter's cook pot? Tale of the tape: Dwarfing her opponent, "Torian" is monster Hin built for crushing power and terrible ferocity. Heavily favored as the winner, this scarred veteran hails from the blood soaked Hin pits of distant Amn and has come to Cormyr for one purpose alone... Destruction. The underdog, Mouse is not to be discounted however. Although shrouded in mysterious origins, this small but swift Hin is rumored to hail from the Unapproachable East has a frenzied look in her eye that speaks of a stone heart devoid of mercy. Few can doubt that this will be the showdown of the age! Sembian rules apply with both Hins being armed with traditional 12" silver daggers. Five minute rounds with one minute breaks until winner triumphs. All bets are on, with "Torian" being the heavy favorite at 3 to 1 odds. Place your bets and get ready for war! Huzzah!

//Hmmmmm... Can't wait to see how many people show up expecting to see Hins fighting, and are disappointed by chickens. ;D

[seina]

The little druidess.. not having been to town for the past few days.. keeps her head down, walking to the inn and seeking a friendly face. At first she walks by the new posters, but just as before stops, reverses two passes and then turns slowly towards it again. After reading slowly, she looks over her right shoulder and then her left, before turning back to the new poster. Her thin shoulders rise and fall once.. her head slumping forward. She looks up on last time and then turns about.. walking back towards the caravans without having spoken to anyone.

"One to Redmist.. please," she all but whispers.

[Manshin]

Chuckling to himself over the misfortune of someone else, Jake walks down the street, glancing over to his beautiful flier... then sees something all wrong. "Wha's all this!?" His flier... its all flowery and feminine... as though it was written by some pouncy elf!

"Oh HELL!"'

Ripping the elegant little parchment down, he reads over it, resisting the headache creeping into his temples from the flowery smell of perfume.

"Hin Fighting! Oh ya sick MONKEYS! WHa' the hells wrong with you people!?"

Fuming, the little man tacs back up one of his own fliers and hands the pretty elfey one to the large thug beside him who naturally stuffs the page into his tusk-lined mouth and begins chewing.

"Whoa Whoa! Vunak mate! Dont eat tha'! You'll be 'aven the runs fa days! Its all elfey!"

Vunak spits the tattered parchment out and begins digging in his chops for every stray perfume scented peace, grimacing and coughing at the wretched, sickly sweet flavor.
Jake shakes his head and goes around replacing all of the pretty little elf fliers with his own macho MAN fliers. Vunak follows, constantly wiping green slime from his jowls and cursing fluently in gutteral orc.

[DM Grizwald]

*the day of the fight, loud clucking sounds can be herd from an upstairs room at the regal griffon inn. Mostly sounding like a rooster getting kicked around. As the clucks die down, Clarke walks down from upstairs, orders an Ale and a bottle of vinegar and then makes his way back upstairs to continue his "training"*

[DM Grizwald]

//I would like to apologize to most involved for bailing like I did before the fight. My dad needed medical attention and I drove him to the hospital. Thanks though to all those who turned up and I had fun while it lasted.

[Charon's Claw]

//oy sorry to hear that Those things happen though, unfortunately. Hope he's okay!