WFRP - Igor Franz Fleischer

[littlebottom]

Igor sits in a darkened room listening to the cheers and boos of a crowd watching a fight from the the other side of the wall opposite.

a short chubby looking man with expensive cloths, although messy, opens a door to the end, producing a silhouette until your eyes adjust. "your in the last fight, get yourself ready, the fight before you will be over any minute now." with that he shuts the door again and leaves.

within the room is nothing of worth. there are benches around the room and what looks like lockers, although they dont lock. the match you are about to enter is to the death, hand to hand combat, no weapons other than bare hands, and your the headliner as it were. you dont even know your opponents name.

as you sit alone in the dark room illuminated by only a few odd candles, you hear a massive cheer rise up! the door opens again. "right, thats it, their fights over, youve got 1 minute while they clean up the mess"

[Xsesiv]

"Alright, thanks." Igor pulls off his shirt and happily jumps up from his seat, then begins jumping up and down to keep the blood flowing. He then practices his posturing for the crowd, flexing his huge muscles, preening and suchlike. He gropes around inside his locker for a set of gloves. He slips four lead coins out of small leather pouches on the knuckles and puts them into a pouch which he slips into his trousers, as it can never hurt to be cautious. This way, he has a weapon should he need it, and nobody's going to call foul on him.

He pulls on the un-cestusified gloves and walks to the door, trying to cut as intimidating a silhouette as he can, as he prepares to be called out, grinning all the while.

[littlebottom]

shortly after getting to the doorway you hear. "...and his opponent! the undefeated fighter of Carroburg! IIIIIIIIIGOR FRAAAAAAAAANZ FLEISCHER!" the door is pulled open infront of you, there is a little gap between you and a raised floor which has a section cut out of eaither side and a gate to let you in and out.

the crowd stand on the raised floor overlooking a wall about 8 foot high. they cheer as the door is opened reveiling you. the gate is opened and the announcer says "right lads, were about to open the gate, go in, no fighting till the gates are shut and locked. as soon as the gates are locked, fight!"

[Xsesiv]

Igor hops into the pit. Still smiling, he begins to jump around in a circle, arms raised into the air, listening to the crowd cheer. He doesn't stand much shorter than the pit walls and uses this to best effect when he sees his opponent; he stretches up to his full (huge) height and then flexes, stretching in such a way as to emphasise his scarred muscles, both to show off for the crowd and scare the other man. Poor man, he thinks.

[roll0] Intimidate 43

He flicks the many braids of his long dark hair out of his line of sight, grins again, and waits for the doors to be closed.

[littlebottom]

the man is not intimidated, infact, he looks fearless. he also looks insane. he is of average height and build, and only a little more muscular than the average man, but he looks like he belongs in the loony house.

the gates are shut. the man infront of you laughs manically and smiles a grin almost as wide as his face, his eyes flair up as if he is going to take great pleasure from whats about to happen.

the gates are locked.
initiative. [roll0]

[Xsesiv]

Igor returns the favour with a trademark grin. [roll0]Initiative

Igor rushes up to the man and kicks out, aiming to plant his boot in his chest. Fearless the doomed opponent of his may be, but that won't save him from being killed as Igor has killed many others.
Charge Attack
[roll1] Target 67
[roll2] Damage

Igor misses the kick and prepares to fight on.

[littlebottom]

the opponent is supprised by your speed, he was preparing to launch across the pit but you got to him before he could do so. so he changed his plans and sidesteps the kick only to return with an uppercut to the lower ribs.

WS: 31 [roll0]
damage [roll1]
the uppercut connects, but hardly even winds you.

[Xsesiv]

Igor lurches to one side in an attempt to dodge the punch.
Dodge Blow [roll0] Target 36

He manages to swing around the man. Having done so, he grins again, roars in the man's ear, gears up, aims, and, piston-like, swings a straight punch, going right for the side of the head.

Aimed Attack [roll1]Target 67
[roll2] Damage

His fist cracks the poor lad on the ear.

[littlebottom]

your opponent is sent staggering back from the blow, he clutches his ear for a moment.

he attacks again with a mighty rage. AOO WS: 41 [roll0]
[roll1]
Froth begins to foam out his mouth as he throws himself at you clearly in some sort of frenzy wild punches fly at you in a blur until one connects.

[Xsesiv]

Understandably, Igor tries to get out of his way.

Dodge Blow[roll0] Target 36

Igor ducks the wild swing then straightens up and grins. Again. A measured shot smashes into the little man's skull.

Aimed Attack [roll1] Target 67
Damage[roll2]

[littlebottom]

The punch that connected unfortunately only connected with the edge of your arm as you move out the way, the crowd realise that if you hadnt of got out the way in time it could of been a finishing blow and gasp. literally moments later a right hook flies straight into the same spot on your attackers skull, and it caves inward slightly as his limp and lifeless body is slammed against the wall behind.

[Xsesiv]

Igor goes over and looks over the corpse. He then backs up and delivers to the corpse a sharp running kick in the place he felt the skull cave in, to make sure of his prey. Then he looks to the sky, flings up his arms, and roars out loud; "Another poor excuse for a fighter falls at my feet! Is there nobody to match the might of Igor Franz Fleischer?"

He then begins jumping about, flexing and posturing for the audience, till they are sick of him. At that point, he returns to the locker room.

[littlebottom]

there is a moments silence as the skull caved in joined with several cheers shortly afterwards. and a few auidable boos and insults from those who bet on the looser.

after a few moments the gate is opened again, allowing you out to your locker room. as you exit a couple of men rush into the pit and pick up the body while another picks up a few fragments of skull.

back in the locker room you can hear the muttering of the people as they leave, you are left alone in the locker room.

after a while when the chatter has died down and the people have left you hear what seems to be an argument outside between the anouncer and another man whos voice you dont recognise.

before too long the arguing stops and the unknown man opens the door and walks into the locker room. "hey champ. ive just had a word with the announcer, i hear you havnt got a manager? well if you wanna win the big time you gotta get a manager, i propose myself. no one worthy to be your oponent is coming through in this town. oh, and to help you decide whether you want me as your manager or not, i squeezed the anouncer up to double prize money. here ya go." he chucks a money purse at you with 20 Gold coins in it. "so... whaddya say?"

the man walks out of the doorway into the room shutting the door behind him, as he does so you can see his features much better. he is supprisingly sharp dressed. thin looking but nearly as tall as yourself, you could proberbly take him out in less swings than it took you to win your last fight.

[Xsesiv]

Igor puts his shirt back on and thinks about it. By the time he's put on his leather jacket and then his chainmail shirt, he's decided. He could mug the man here and now, but it would be better if he stayed with him for a while. That way, he could make a decent bit of cash at regular intervals by hitting the bigtime. He puts the purse of coins in his jacket pocket, looks up and grins again.

Extending his hand, he announces that it is a "Deal. So, how far do you think I could go?" If it's a decent distance, maybe Igor should start betting on himself. Who's going to make a corpse pay up?

While listening for the answer, Igor straps on all his weapons, the dagger in the boot, the lead coins back into the gloves, the zweihander over his back, the shield over that, the warhammer in his belt.

[littlebottom]

The man smiles. "ive not introduced myself have i? my names Benny, Benny weiss. and im going to make sure they have your name in graffiti all over the empire! well, its hardly going to be in lights is it? i will sort out where, when and who you fight, i will sort out your pay, ill take my 5% cut and thats it. before you think im trying to trick you, think about it, i will be haggling for more money, so you will still end up with more money with me than without me, even if i take 5% see?"

[Xsesiv]

Igor is not exactly numerate, but it does seem to make sense. He smiles again. "Alright, sounds good. What do I have to do?" He adjusts his cloak so that it falls over his shield, puts his hair over that, and hefts his pack, preparing to return to his home for the night.

"Still, whatever it is, I hope I meet someone who can teach me a bit about fighting. I do it in praise of Ulric, and these people I'm fighting now are...are unworthy offerings." he says, suddenly serious. Then his mouth twitches back to normal.

[littlebottom]

"well, no offence, but i couldnt care if you were fighting for the favour of a squirrel. as long as you keep winning, i will take care of the rest, thats what you have to do. oh and ill need to know how to contact you."

[Xsesiv]

"You can come round to my place, I suppose." Igor gives Benny the address of the rooms he rents from a certain landlord. "If you'd rather not we could meet up at the tavern. Don't write to me though, I can't read." Igor, smiling, turns to leave, then turns back to Benny when he's at the door. "Anything else? Quickly, because I'm going home, where I intend to sleep until I can get up in the morning instead of the evening."

[littlebottom]

"no nothing, i just expected a man like you to enjoy his night life. but hey im not gonna argue."

[Xsesiv]

Igor walks home the long way. This lets him walk past all the taverns in town and see what they are serving for dinner. After a quick tour, he selects the tavern that is serving the food he would most prefer, and goes in to sit down to a meal and, while waiting to be served, he resolves to purchase the bottle of drink he always treats himself to after winning a fight...what does he want? Something good and strong today, to celebrate after such a spotless victory and of course gaining a new manager. Brandy would be good. If he could find himself a bottle of decent brandy in here.

"A bottle of brandy, Bretonnian, if you have it, and today's meal, please, my friend," he asks whoever comes to serve him, with an exaggerated frown, hoping they will not recognise him.

[littlebottom]

they fetch a couple of bottles and ask you to select one while your food is being cooked. you notice a few familier faces that have watched you fight, but they either leave or keep their distance

[Xsesiv]

"Ah...that one." Igor takes the most appealing-looking bottle and puts it on the table, regardless of the price. He has more than some people earn in a year in his pockets. Just a few drops today, he promises himself as he takes his first glass, this is meant to last him the rest of the week...

Igor turns towards the people who seem to have recognised him with an exceedingly grumpy look on his face, trying to convince them that it is not the violent pitfighter with a spotless record and trademark smile.

[littlebottom]

none of them meet your gaze, no matter how convincing the face, they are sure enough to not risk upsetting you.

your food arrives, and apparently the chef knows you too since you have extra helpings of everything and its all cooked with fresh ingredients to a high standard. unlike the burnt or underdone week old sausages and such everyone else usually gets.

[Xsesiv]

Igor eats all the food, with rather more brandy than he had resolved to drink, then pays up the cost of his meal and leaves for his room with the bottle containing what he hasn't drunk of the brandy still in hand.

[littlebottom]

staggering a little, you make your way back to your room, the streets are still slightly active and some shops that stay open late are starting to close up.

as you reach your room, you find your door off its hinges. in your room everything is a mess but nothing seems missing at first sight.

[Xsesiv]

"Oh, for Ulric's sake..." Igor drops the brandy bottle on a table, puts his keys back into his pocket and his weapons and armour by his bed, then rams the door back into place as best he can and searches the room in case anything has been stolen.

[littlebottom]

nothing has been stolen, but you find a note amongst the mess.

if only you could read!

[Xsesiv]

Igor swears loudly, checks himself when he realises other people are sleeping in rooms on all sides, and puts the note into his pouch, which he then puts with his weapons by the bed, before going to bed himself.

[littlebottom]

you drift off gently into a drunken sleep.

the sun does begin to rise slowly but you are still sound asleep.

[Xsesiv]

Igor rolls over onto his back and starts snoring away. Eventually, he snores so loudly he wakes himself up. He entertains brief, mad notions asking to rent another room to avoid his own snoring, before getting up, getting dressed, putting on his armour and taking to the streets. He makes for the scribe to find someone who can read his note.

[littlebottom]

the scribe takes the note and reads it to you. "this is a message from the announcer of last night. this is for the extortion of forcing me to pay up 3 times extra money above the agreed value. i dont appreciate thugs and bullies and i can have you sorted out by some of my connections, remember that."

[Xsesiv]

Igor sighs and throws the note into the first bin he comes to. How did the announcer get his address, he wonders. And as he hasn't put any instructions on the note, what does he expect Igor to do.

Then he remembers he agreed to meet his new manager at his home, and he may need to protect it from being further smashed up, so he heads off to the market for enough food to make his day's meals, then hurries back home.

[littlebottom]

when you return the manager is awaiting you "ouch tough. well at least you wont be coming back here eh?"

[Xsesiv]

"Well, I was considering it. Could have got a new door put in." Igor puts his smile back on to look at the manager, before going in, beckoning the man to follow, and packing up his blankets and certain essentials in his pack. "Why, do you want me to go somewhere? Also, I got a letter while you were out, threatening me for extorting higher fees out of the announcer."

[littlebottom]

"ignore that, he made 20 times more profit than he gave us, so what does that matter, his just being bitter. anyway yes. i want you to come with me, we are going to head off to another town, and there you will beat their best pit fighter, and move on and do it again, untill you are recognised for who you really are, a force to be recokoned with."

[Xsesiv]

Sounds alright. Of course, he could die, but who cared about that Comes with the territory."Well, alright then." says Igor, finishing his packing, then looking up at the man, grinning happily. "Can I have my lunch first, though? Coach to catch?"

[littlebottom]

"of course, we are in no direct rush. although the sooner the better still"

[Xsesiv]

Igor eats his lunch, heads down to the landlord's office to tell him he is quitting his room, and then follows his new manager out of town, or wherever he is going. "Oh, Benny. Never asked. Where are we going?"

[littlebottom]

"Frederheim first, just south of the river, i dont see the point in taking you too far away at first. you might as well show dominance around your hometown first, and the only other town around here is Frederheim."

[littlebottom]

before too long you reach the river and cross it. not much longer after that your first town comes into view, "Frederhiem, and just intime for lunch too! right when we get there, you can do what you want but meet me in the von sterben arms just before sun down. ive got to try and sort out your upcoming matches."

[Xsesiv]

"Alright, then." Igor looks around the taverns today, trying to find one that has a decent price on decent rooms. When he finds one, he goes and orders a pint of beer from the barkeeper. When it is coming, he stares around at the locals, looming about the room in what he hopes is a quietly menacing way.

[littlebottom]

the barkeep gives you your ale. and most people shy away from you or try and avoid your gaze. you are clearly unsettling some people.

the barkeep says as he hands over your ale "hey, ye be scaring the customers, can ye stop please? this is mai livelyhood this is and people are leaving."

[Xsesiv]

"Alright." Igor hunches right up over his ale and avoids all eye-contact with the peasants. As he drinks the ale, he listens into conversations around him, hoping he might hear something to keep him entertained until sunset.

[littlebottom]

most of the conversations are boring. or mildly funny in the way of a few friends telling a couple jokes. there is a conversation near to you between 2 guys obviously a little far gone. everynow and then the one would interupt the slightly drunker suddenly. "wow i went to tha' brothe---""SHHHHH!""tha' erm... specialist wine shop, and my god did i have a good time there with all those girls""shush! you know that that place is secret to all but the "order" and their closest friends you idiot."

[Xsesiv]

This sounds quite strange. Igor will sit here listening to them until they leave, orering a couple more beers if necessary, but when they leave he gets up and follows them into the streets, staggering a little, pretending to be drunker than he really is. Unless sunset has fallen, in which case he heads off to meet Benny.

[littlebottom]

there is still some time before sunset, and the pair continue chatting in the bar.

"i might go there again tonight. what was i supposed to say agian."

*hushed wispering*

"oh yeah, i remember now, nice one."

the wispering is quiet and its not the only noise in the bar, pass a perception (hearing) test to hear it clearly, losing by 10 points will give you the jist of it, and by 20 will let you catch one or two words, any more than that you dont hear it

[Xsesiv]

[roll0]Perception (untrained) Int 33/2 = 16

Igor sticks his fingertip in his ear and rotates it, in case his sudden hearing loss has been caused by built-up ear wax.

[littlebottom]

unfortunately no matter how much you try, the noise from everyone else is too much.

"right, id best be off. ill leave you to finish your drink"

"right, bye! i might be busy tonight if you know what i mean heheeheeee"

[Xsesiv]

Igor stays sitting next to the gentleman. "I couldn't help but overhear you talking about a specialist wine shop," he says, not looking directly at him. "And I'm always looking for new wines to sample, so let me buy you a drink." Igor orders another large ale and hands it to the man. "Could I join the - clientele?"

[littlebottom]

the mans face is suddenly covered with fear, but then he relaxes when you start talking about the wines... "oh erm... thanks for the drink. im not an expert on erm wines you see, im new to it all, im just trying new ones... and old ones, and none wine ones... actually im trying anything with alcohol in it."

[Xsesiv]

"Try this then." Igor fumbles in his bag for the brandy bottle and hands it over to him. "Quite a decent beverage, that. So, what sort of wines do they have at this wine shop you have so cleverly discovered?" Igor is hoping the man is one of the majority who don't drink brandy, so that he won't realise quite how strong it is...

[littlebottom]

"cor, this is some good stuff...." he continues to down alot of it leaving only a few mouthfulls at the bottom.

"tha'hi'thaspot. i was saying? ohh yeah i discovered the *hic* wine brothel.... shop.*hic* and it sells the best girls in town... bottles. bottles in *hic* town. and best thing is, its only for members of that "order" and their friends that they *hic* trust enough to tell the secret passcode.... to tell the secrets of wine tasting... yeah thats what i meant..........................*hic*"

[Xsesiv]

Igor takes a measured sip of the brandy. "Indeed. I'd like to be able to appreciate this more, you know, so I'll go to the experts next, but first tell me what you know about the - ah - secrets of wine-tasting." Igor looks sidelong at the man, gauging up his physical and mental state.

[littlebottom]

"the secrets of wine tasting?! i dont know any secrets of *hic* wine tasting! what the hell are you on abou....oh, erm oh sod it, you wanna come with *hic* me to a brothel?"

[Xsesiv]

".........Alright. But only because it looks as though you'll hurt yourself otherwise." Igor picks up his bag and supports the man out of the bar, then lets him lead the way to wherever he wants to go.

[littlebottom]

he guides you roughly, the best he can towards the .... wine shop.

you eventually arrive at its doors, upon entering there is a middle aged woman whos not actually all that attractive behind a counter. there are racks of wine from all over the empire and beyond, but you notice that those spaces that are empty have been empty for a while, it looks like they dont stock up often.

the bloke stumbles up to her "alright, gimme a second...... *ahem* "iccky-iccky putang nuuuuboing....ni" the woman wispers something into his ear "no no no, his with me, jussa friend." she nods and lets you behind the counter, and lifts up the access to the basement. and directs you towards the stairs. she just tuts as your new friend tries to make his way down without falling and breaking his neck

[Xsesiv]

Igor grabs the man by the hair or arm, whatever he can reach, and takes him down the stairs firmly but a little too roughly. "Wine." Igor is grinning again. Not a good sign.

[littlebottom]

as you decend the hatch is closed behind you, and you keep walking to the light at the bottom of the stairs at the bottom there is a door with a man standing infront "hey whos he?" "a friend, dont worry. his fine. he will cause.... no trouble! i stake my life on it." the bloke nods and opens the door.

as you step through you find yourself to be in what seems to be a noble mans ballroom. it is large and elegant, with wooden tiled walls and red carpets, comfortable chairs and plenty of doors can be seen upstairs along a balcony.

unfortunately those are the things you notice last, as what you notice first is the bar and the sheer amount of naked/semi-naked girls everywhere, they outnumber the customers almost 2 to 1. whats even more disturbing (for some) is that the women are of all races, dwarf, halfling, human and elf.

you also notice that some of the customers are actually halflings dwarfs and elves too... so maybe its not as strange as first sight.

as far as you can tell the only way in and out is through the door... correction, the locked door behind you.

[Xsesiv]

"Come on, you scum!" roars Igor, smiling inanely and drawing his zweihander. "Watch raid! Out or you'll all be slaughtered!"

As if to emphasise the point, he hacks at the inebriate who brought him here with the sword.

[roll0] Attack 48+Whatever GM deems fit for drunkenness+surprise
[roll1] or [roll2]

[littlebottom]

you hack his leg clean off, and he rolls around on the floor in pain. almost all of the girls either scream, hide or try to leave. most of the customers take up arms.

[Xsesiv]

Hoping they will also be a bit drunk, Igor, screaming like a lunatic, rushes the first person in his way before he can bring his weapon to bear. [roll0] WS 48+10 Charge (Target 58+GM modifiers)
[roll1] or[roll2]

[littlebottom]

that brandy made you lose your concentration for a second and you miss.

the man you just charged at has drawn his sword and thrusts at you
[roll0]
[roll1]

[Xsesiv]

The mildly grazed Igor takes his vorpal sword in hand, prepares a stroke, and swishes at the man with his massive bit of iron. [roll0] Aimed Attack Target 58
[roll1]or[roll2]

[Xsesiv]

Ulric's Fury!!!
[roll0] Unmodified WS 43
[roll1]

[littlebottom]

he is sufficiently dead by the time the next attacker makes his way to you. he didnt have time to pull up his trousers it seems.

[roll0]
[roll1]

he lunges at you with his sword

edit.... dont ask

[Xsesiv]

Igor shoves the man over, hoping he will trip over his trousers and be unable to stop himself falling, then waits for the next move people seem to be making.

[roll0] S 43

[littlebottom]

2 other men make their way towards you, weapons drawn, one says "what F*ckwit let this guy in?! this is supposed to be private! there must be a mole inside our organisation."

[Xsesiv]

Igor attacks one of the men with his zweihander, hoping to cut down some of the opposing force. [roll0] WS 48
[roll1] or[roll2]

[littlebottom]

the girls are now streaming out the door behind you, some of the customers even leave.

the two infront of you strike simultainiously.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

[Xsesiv]

To avoid this, Igor hurls himself backwards, before preparing to retaliate towards the one who hit him.

Dodge Blow ?
[roll1] WS 48

[roll]2d10b1+5 <hoping that works:smallsmile:

[Xsesiv]

Well, it didn't, but as I have apparently been hit and then hit in turn, I'll roll damage again.

[roll0] or [roll1]

[littlebottom]

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

incase of ulrics fury.

[Xsesiv]

Oh, and sorry for the triple post, but I'm throwing a fortune point at my Dodge Blow roll.

[roll0]

[littlebottom]

the one is wounded and decides to try and flank you rather than attack you head on anymore.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

[Xsesiv]

Igor fends off the blows and then, rationalising, swings for the uninjured man. It will be easier to fight two injured men than one at full strength, and to finish off the injured one if it comes to one-on-one.

[roll0] WS 48
[roll1] or [roll2]

Igor then readies himself to parry further incoming blows.

[littlebottom]

the two men are getting frustrated with your ability to avoid getting hurt even 2 on 1.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

[Xsesiv]

Igor takes careful aim and hacks at the uninjured man again, making sure to keep well out of the way the whole time, grinning madly at his opponents' frustration.

[roll0] Aimed Attack Target 58
[roll1][roll2]

[littlebottom]

he cries out in pain. he decides its all or nothing.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

[Xsesiv]

Nothing, Igor hopes, moving to run the zweihander through the poor man's chest.

[roll0] WS 48
[roll1] or [roll2]

He keeps steady, as he might have to parry a follow up attack even if he takes out the wildly swinging man.

[littlebottom]

the man behind you moves away from you and heads back towards his seat.
the other continues his attack

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Xsesiv]

This is totally ineffective, as his blade grazes Igor's skin in a mildly painful manner. "Call that a sword? THIS IS A SWORD!" Igor swings the zweihander propellor-like, trying to slice the man's head from his body. It looks very wild, but is totally controlled (aimed).

[roll0] Target 58
[roll1] or [roll2]

[littlebottom]

it hits its target, but doesnt quite sever the head, but it certainly slices his windpipe and jugulars open as his arms flail randomly as he collapses to the floor. the other opponent returns with a warhammer in hand.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[littlebottom]

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

ulrics fury!

[Xsesiv]

Igor hurls himself forwards, as far from the warhammer as he can get.

[roll0] Dodge Blow ?

Regardless of the outcome, he then retaliates with his zweihander.
[roll1] WS 48
[roll2] or [roll3]

[littlebottom]

you run him clean through just as he raised the warhammer above his head, causing him to drop the warhammer crushing his own skull.

there are no more hostiles left.

[Xsesiv]

Igor crumples into a seat and massages his leg where the warhammer hit him. When he feels up to it, he hobbles over to the bar, takes a bottle of brandy, then moves out of the room and up the stairs again, where he knocks on the trapdoor from underneath.

[littlebottom]

the hatch is unlocked due to the mass of people leaving as to allow a quick exit.

[Xsesiv]

Igor limps out and into the street, then sees what the lighting conditions are. If it's sunset, he's off to meet Benny. If not yet, he will go to the nearest Watch station to turn in the brothel.

[littlebottom]

it will soon be sunset, and up and down the street are the naked and semi naked women looking for somewhere to go and find some cloths quickly. when they see you, they all get away as quickly as possible without seeming too desperate to escape.

[Xsesiv]

Igor staggers down the street to the pub to meet Benny, swigging from the brandy as he goes. The Watch will find this out themselves, soon enough.

[littlebottom]

"ah there you are, allow me to introduce 2 people who will be traveling with us, they will of course be taking a small fee from your winnings as will i. they are your training coach, who will make sure your constantly in peak physical fitness, and a doctor... well someone trained well in first aid atleast... it looks like you could use some of that now actually."

[Xsesiv]

Igor puts on his most winning smile for the new arrivals. "I hope I've still got some money after everyone you're bringing in, Benny. And well, I've got a bruise on my leg, if Herr Doktor would like to have a look at it."

[littlebottom]

the doctor takes her time and does a good job on the injury in your leg. "i dont know how you managed to walk on it. its fractured, almost broken"

gain 1 wound

[littlebottom]

"i got you a match tomorrow champ, so you better be ready for it. its tomorrow night meet me here again and ill take you there. till then your free, although i recomend you rest your leg. your coach will make sure you keep fit on the road, some of the journys may be long."

[Xsesiv]

"Fine." Igor moves to the bar, where he orders another bottle of brandy to replace the one he has almost drunk, stows it away in his bag and hobbles directly upstairs to a private room, dumps everything on the floor, locks the door and collapses exhausted onto the bed, taking the weight off his leg and hoping his manager will have the foresight to pay for the room.

[littlebottom]

you wake up next morning to the sound of someone knocking on the door saying "time ta get up, brekfasts about tay be served"

[Xsesiv]

Igor, momentarily forgetting the injury to his leg, swings himself out of bed and steps right down on it. Hissing in pain, he hops about the room picking up his possessions and then out of the door, down to the bar room for another visit with the doctor and some food.

[littlebottom]

the docter takes her time and does it right. [roll0] wounds gained (ouch sorry)

[Xsesiv]

Any chance I can use a Fortune Point to reroll that d10's healing? If so, [roll0]. If not, I'm drinking a healing potion.

Igor stays inside for most of the day. It's probably best not to be snooping about town after whatever possessed him to undertake the events of yesterday.

[littlebottom]

you cant spend a fortune point on that, because you didnt do the heal, and anyway, im not sure if you can use FPs on those rolls, i thought it was just skill checks? ill have to read up on that

you wait around most of the day, watching the world go by, you recongnise some girls from yesterday walking the streets, although this time clothed.

[Xsesiv]

Igor goes to meet Benny that night, using his scabbarded zweihander as an impromptu walking stick, making grumpy faces at everyone all the while but putting on his best winning smile for his team.

[littlebottom]

"alright champ! are you ready for this? were heading out of town, and not likely to be coming back, even if we do, it wont be for long. you sure your prepared?"

[Xsesiv]

"I just arrived here yesterday. I haven't grown too attached to the place," Igor says, and thinks about the brothel he cleaned out.

"Yes, I'm ready to go. I want to get back to the pits. I want to see my name in graffiti as soon as I can." Afraid people might have overheard him, Igor looks around the room again with his furiously aggressive face.

[littlebottom]

"alright, lets get going!" he will lead you out to the coach, and you begin to trundle towards your next town (which if you could remind me where it was would be great...)