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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 26, 2023 14:15:41 GMT -5
There were several interesting things happening in the world of late, and sometimes, they were just... too interesting. It would behoove one to take a break now and then. Do something fun to clear the mind and cleanse the spirit. Hobbies were a good thing to get into to reset and recharge for yet another fulfilling work cycle of blackmail. Novelty was the spice of life, after all, so why not seek out something novel?
Izzy's vices, occupations and hobbies are more of a venn-diagram of debauchery than a list, unfortunately, so trying to find something outside of the usual range of things she partook in was crucial to the effectiveness of this 'break'. Finding out about some podunk races in a small village that would be kicking off soon, was a half days ride around a course, AND, open to outsiders no less.... seemed to be a little pedestrian for her tastes, Izzy figures, as she looked over the flyer. Then, she caught the bit at the bottom, the fine print; Mounts will be provided. Anything goes!
Now that seemed like the perfect way to blow off some steam.
She gets herself signed up for the race quick as you please, grinning broadly as she towers over everyone she can see at the venue. A lot of humans, elves, some halfling folk. Ah, and in only moments, she would be astride an imposing steed, a draft horse, maybe, or perhaps some sort of bull that could carry her weight.
Izzy has to crisply hold her smile in place as she is handed the reins of a donkey that looked up at her with barely concealed agitation. The attendant marks something off on a checklist. "And here you go Miss Arodre, her name is Waffles and mind her mouth, she's a bit of a nipper. NEXT!"
Before Izzy can protest or try to bribe anyone for a new, more impressive steed, the attendant is on to the next contestant in the race to finish getting them registered. Izzy looks down at the donkey. "... I don't suppose you take bribes?"
Waffles does not answer. She only leans forward and tries to nip at Izzy's thigh, who pulls herself out of the way before those teeth can pinch skin "Hey!"
Making her way to the starting line with her... ambling mode of transportation, Izzy takes a look at the other contestants that seemed to be filing in.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Mar 26, 2023 19:51:16 GMT -5
Ak’ka was only doing this ‘cus she was bored, to be honest.
She didn’t normally do shit like this for fun. Ak’ka was a simple woman, one that preferred to smash the shit out of things for fun. No hobbies, either. She was a woman of action, preferred to chase down whatever big monster of the week caught her eye. But she’d just finished up a big job in the next town over - some nutjob who was claiming the gods were dead and that his new world order was the new religion or some bullshit. Point is. While this guy was so busy trying to aim for the stars Ak’ka put his ass six feet underground and went along her way.
And now she was bored.
In a small town full of little folk like halflings and the like, a big hulking half-orc like Ak’ka stood out like a sore thumb. She bumped around and ran into houses and shit, and slept outside ‘cus they didn’t really have an inn that could accomodate her the right way. Or maybe they just didn’t want to. She didn’t really care either way. Around the third day, though, she was startin’ to go stir crazy. Crazy enough that when she heard about some dumbass horse race they were having one afternoon, Ak’ka figured that it was a good way to kill a couple of hours and maybe get some money from it.
Most the other contestants gave her a wide berth when she made her way to the track. Ak’ka paid them no mind, stomping her way up to the sign-up table, where a perky little elf lady was filling out forms. The mousy lady’s eyes widened when she saw Ak’ka approach.
“… G-Good evening, ma’am. Looking to sign up for the race?”
Ak’ka shrugged, glancing at the sign on the table. “How much does the winner get?”
“Oh! The winner gets fifty gold and a coupon for a week’s free stay at a local inn.”
That was chump change, but Ak’ka was game. She really was that bored. With a shrug, she shoved her hands into the sleeves of the owlbear-pelt cloak Ger got her for Winter’s Crown. “Sure, I’m game. Says y’all provide mounts?”
The elf stared at her.
“… Um… I’m not sure we have anything that someone of your, well, stature, could ride, Miss…”
“Ak’ka.”
“Miss Ak’ka.” The elf readjusted her spectacles. None too eager to piss off a big woman whose arms alone looked as thick as the trunk of the tree she currently had strapped to her back, the little lady hastily continued, “But! I’m sure we could find something big enough you could ride!”
Ak’ka looked over at the stable where they kept the horses and donkeys that they loaned out to other folks. Those poor malnourished animals didn’t look like they would be able to bear her weight at all, much less race with her on their back. Damn. This would prove to be a problem.
Good thing Ak’ka was usually pretty good at solving those.
“Nah. I don’t need one.”
“Um. Excuse me?” Now the woman looked confused. “So you do have your own mount to ride, after all?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Don’t need one.”
“… What do you mean, you don’t need one? This is a horse race?”
Ak’ka tapped the sign. “Anything goes, right? I’ll just run. Sound good?”
She flashed the elven woman a toothy grin before making her way out onto the track, the little lady shouting behind her. “Um, I’m not sure you can do that, miss Ak’ka! Miss Ak’ka-?”
But Ak’ka had already forgotten about the girl’s existence as she made her way to the starting line, scoping out the competition. Didn’t look like there would be much trouble. A buncha farm horses would be pretty easy to outrun once she got going. There was a pretty nasty lookin’ fellblood with wicked teeth and a nonchalant grin on the other end of the track, though…
Eh, Ak’ka could probably take that broad too. Getting ready for the race to start, Ak’ka started doing some squats, stretching her legs in preparation for the upcoming jog.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 28, 2023 0:42:16 GMT -5
for a moment, Izzy looks very briefly livid at the sight of the orcish woman that strolls towards the starting line, a sharpening of her already dagger like smile-- her height supremacy was threatened. A dark pall of ill intent falls over the fellblood like a cloak. This interloper would pay the ultimate penalty--
Oh. Wait, no. Izzy squints, lifts a hand to her brow, and then moves it from her forehead, trying to measure the tall woman at a distance. No. Shorter. Izzy remained the tallest in the area.
--which made the big gal a new potential bestie! Or rival! Either way, what fun. With the dreadful aura evaoprating like smoke, Izzy gives the group an enthusiastic grin, distaster averted.
Of course that was to say nothing for dear Waffles here. Izzy bends low to her steed for the race. "Alright. Listen. I feel no particular way towards you, and you've tried to bite me like eight times in the last ninety seconds, so I think that is a pretty good indicator for how you feel about me. But, we can work together, yeah? You see all those big horses?" She gestures at the less-than impressive looking farm horses that were their competitors steeds. "You might think you cant measure up to that, but you'd be dead wrong if you do. You're a powerhouse, Waffles. A legend, an icon in the making. You and me, we could be great together. We can win this. You help me, and I will make sure you're loaded up on oats and carrots and sugar cubes for liiife. Whaddaya say?"
Waffles says nothing. After a moment's silence, she tries to turn her head to bite at Izzy's face, before the tall Fellblood leans back, sighing. "Tough customer. Fiiiine, fine. Have it your way."
"Goooood afternoon, folks, and welcome to the third annual Valley of The Lilies Race!" An announcer shouts into some sort of loud-making cone from the top of the stands. Good projection. "We're pleased to have several racers here today from all over Charon. Racers, get to your marks! The race will begin in one minute. Get your bets placed now, betting closes after the race begins!"
It takes Izzy a moment to get on Waffles, wary of the very flat teeth she sported. But eventually, she does get on, feet practically dragging on the ground. She hears a few snickers from some of the people nearby, but pays them no mind. A slow smile curves the corners of her mouth.
Anything goes, right?
"And without any further ado, lets begin! Racers; on your mark.... get set... GO!"
On 'go' magic pulses through Izzy's hand and into Waffles.[1] The donkey suddenly jerks to life, whites of her eyes rolling in a rage that fills her. While the other horses (and the one big ol' lady) are off on the beginning of their steady pace, Izzy and Waffles are off like a shot, Waffles braying in pure rage as she chases after the horses, teeth gnashing as she tries to bite them. The horses wisely want none of this, pulling off to the side while spooked to allow the donkey and the rider, who is draped ever so casually over the back of the donkey as though it is a chaise lounge, ahead. She pops a salute to the other riders as they zoom past.
"Bye-dee-byeee~."
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Mar 28, 2023 8:14:17 GMT -5
Why the hell was that fellblood glaring daggers at her? Was she lookin’ to throw down? Ak’ka gave the broad a dangerous side eye, crossing her arms in a silent warning. Back off.
But then instead of getting scared and backing off, the chick merely flashed a bright grin, smiles all around again, before turning back to her comically small donkey and getting ready.
Huh. Weird.
If it was some kinda intimidation tactic ‘cus the chick had spotted the biggest and baddest fish in the pond, then it didn’t work. Ak’ka had fought all kindsa folks before, and any number of monsters. Hell, she’d even gone toe-to-toe with the abominable snowman and yeti in the frozen, snow capped mountains of the north. Some pretty gal on a mule wasn’t gonna be the thing to rattle her. She turned her attention back to the starting line with a derisive snort, a puff of cold air escaping her nostrils as she got ready for the start to be called. She’d already done her stretches - legs were nice and ready to dash at a moment’s notice.
The announcer called time for starting position, and Ak’ka pulled herself down on all fours, ready to kick off any moment. A couple riders on big, fast horses on either side of her gave her odd looks, ones that she returned with a glare of her own. If anyone was paying close enough attention to the half-orc’s feet rather than her posture or her horrifying visage, they might have noticed the way ice coated the bottom of her boots.[1] If anything went, she wasn’t above using a bit of magic to get the edge. It was all her body in the end, yeah? She was starting to get pumped for this race as the announcer started counting down.
On your mark, get set, go!
Where other racers began kickstarting their horses, Ak’ka took off with the force of a speeding crossbow bolt fired from a crossbow, zooming down the track far past any of her competitors. Yeah, she was about to show these motherfuckers who was boss -
Wait, what the hell was that chick doing?
The tall fellblood on the itty bitty donkey was running past her with a speed that it shouldn’t have been capable of, cackling like a madwoman all the while. Ak’ka’s eyes narrowed. Was she cheating with fancy spells and magic to gain an edge? She couldn’t do that when Ak’ka was already doing that! The audacity of that woman! Well, first she’d only been in this race to have a little fun, but now she had a personal vendetta. That Fellblood chick was about to learn exactly why they called her the Bonegrinder- er, well, she wasn’t gonna mash bones here yet. But that fellblood sure was gonna regret getting on Ak’ka’s bad side.
With renewed energy, fueled by spite and the need to win, Ak’ka picked up the pace. If the chick on the donkey were to turn around at this moment, then she would be treated to the horrifyingly lovely sight of a seven-foot tall orc woman with murder blazing in her eyes and moving far faster than anyone of her stature ought to be able to.
Oh, she was gonna win this. 1. Frozen Feet
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 31, 2023 0:17:50 GMT -5
Izzy, astride a bucking, furious donkey, smiles most regally. She is in fine form, as if taking part in a dressage event and arching along the path elegantly, about to take wonderful jumps. She turns her head back to see how her competitors are doing, how far behind they might be-- OH, GODS. "Wa-haHAHAHA." Is what Izzy says, cackling from a fear response of very suddenly seeing an approaching half-orc woman charging towards her. It was both hot and very scary. Izzy scrambles to do something about it, digging into her bag to try and pull something out that might be useful in this particular circumstance. But there just isn't enough time at the moment, not with the Big Lady approaching as though she was a bat out of hell. Izzy holds whatever she gets from the bag in her hand in her hand-- and gets an idea. A horrible idea.
Izzy's head suddenly spins around 180 degrees, a wide, crazed smile stretching across her face as the half-orc woman closes in "HEYA, FRIEND. WANNA PLAY?"[2]
Regardless if that attempt was suitably distracting or not, does not matter to Izzy either way. She takes the object in her hand, about to throw it to the ground to produce whatever she can get lucky with this time.
[1] Jolly Bag of Tricks
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Mar 31, 2023 20:48:12 GMT -5
Maybe the fellblood chick’s intimidation tactic would’a worked if she was dealing with anyone other than Ak’ka. But as her head swiveled around until it was facing the opposite direction of her body, Ak’ka only grinned.
“Damn considerate of ya, lady, savin’ me the trouble of snappin’ your neck in that direction.” It was a pretty neat parlor trick though. Made for a good intimidation tactic. Maybe Ak’ka could ask her afterwards how she learned to dislocate her joints enough to do shit like that. But not when the chick was throwing grabbing something from her bag and throwing it down WHAT THE SHIT WAS THAT THING.
In a burst of light whatever she’d thrown hit the ground and Ak’ka had to cover her eyes as a massive fuckin’ dragon appeared outta thin air. How the hell did she do that? Where did it come from? Didn’t look like it was about to start breathing fire down on her, so Ak’ka figured the happy-go-lucky prancing shit was just gonna kinda run around and jingle like a fool, blocking the other racers from moving forward.
… And Ak’ka was hurtling towards it at inhuman speeds, so fast that she would not be able to stop her momentum in time.
Shit! She had to think of something, fast. Stomping her foot on the ground while she ran, ice splintered from the dirt and jutted up from under her feet - the appearance of the sudden wall shot her up like a projectile, allowing Ak’ka to soar through the air, over the dancing dragon, until she hit the ground hard enough to make a crater on the other side of the donkey-riding lady and her pet monster and continued running.[1] On the other side, two racers rammed into the wall before it broke apart, taking those two out of the competition.
Not that Ak’ka was paying attention to those chumps. She was focused on the chick behind her that she currently had the lead on, though who knew how long that would last. 1. Glacial Wall
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Apr 2, 2023 1:15:24 GMT -5
Ah, hell, this woman was a beast-- she didn't scare like virtually everyone else she had ever met. THAT was a problem, (and also a nice change of pace, mad respect). Thankfully, Izzy was nothing if not adaptable, nothing if not full of insane surprises. She throws the thing from the bag on the ground and hopes against hope that if it's not something useful, then it is at least something funny.
But once again, whatever gods that still exist clearly have put some money down on Izzy as the thing that explodes from the ball of light is-- a dancing Lion Dragon. Izzy lets out a whoop of laughter, cackling wildly, thinking she had done a wonderful job of blocking the racer and the charging juggernaut of a--
...Since when could half-orcs fly?
Izzy watches in awe as Ak'ka arcs overhead, a graceful soaring, giant bird in flight, who lands with a heavy thud that sends poor Waffles braying and gnashing her teeth, running helter-skelter on the course instead of a nice straight line.
"DRAGON FRIEND! TO MEEEE!" Izzy calls out, making grabby hands for her Lion Dragon that had been summoned, a bouncing, happy creature. While it bounds its way back to Izzy, she unwinds the whip from around her hip and lashes it out towards Ak'ka[1] before she can get too far away. The whip coils around her upper arm, writhing like a snake as it coils and snaps her forearm to her bicep, binding the limb in place. Grinning wildly, Izzy yanks the big lady smartly backwards, lashing her a little sideways as the whip lets go, so Izzy at least has a clear path when she puts a hand on her bouncing dragon, holding onto its hind leg as it forcibly drags Izzy and her increasingly unwilling mount along the ground.
As she passes Ak'ka, though probably not for long, Izzy puts her thumb against her nose, wiggles her fingers and sticks out her tongue to say "Neeehh!"
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Apr 2, 2023 13:25:41 GMT -5
Ak’ka was confident in her lead up ‘till the moment that something wrapped around her arm and attempted to yank her to the side. She picked the arm with reinforced bone - Ak’ka smirked. She would’ve even laughed at the woman’s attempt to knock her off course if it weren’t for the fact that the enchanted lasso thing suddenly managed to yank her to the side, veering her off course so the dragon-mounted lady could get the lead.
“Bitch!” Ak’ka swore as the fellblood took the lead, once again cheating. Not that a dragon was against the rules, considerin’ there were no rules, but this no-good imp of a woman was bound and determined to use dirty tricks up her sleeve to win. Now things were personal. This bone-colored fellblood was about to learn exactly why they called her the Bonegrinder.
First, she had to take care of this damn dragonmount.
Ak’ka picked herself back up and continued her pace, not going for any more taunts. She was dead silent, and that was probably even more frightening than her yelling. She whipped out the Frostgale-pine tree strapped to her back, slamming it into the ground and using it as a pole-vault to propel her even further forward. Once she was a little bit closer, she leveled the tree upwards, pointing it straight at the dragon as she swung with all her might, sending a volley of pine needles straight at the fellblood’s dragon in an attempt to knock the rider off.[1]
“Yer a prancing dragon then yeah? Then why dont’cha dance for me? Merry Winter’s Crown!” 1. Tree
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Apr 5, 2023 19:04:35 GMT -5
Izzy titters with unrestrained glee at the curse lobbed her way as she bounds along. As her donkey contiues to protest, Izzy relents and lets the beast of burden, Waffles, go free, no longer burdened by the chaos that was Izzy. Instead, she pops up onto the prancing dragon, enjoying the creature's relentless bounce towards the finish line. Nothing could stop her now. Except, apparently, a tree. "WAAAAUGH," Izzy flails, suddenly pelted by an incoming barrage of pine needles that poke and sting and get all up in her hair. She was going to be pulling out pine needles for weeks! Her flailing makes her lose her balance, and she falls, very dramtically, off the side of the dragon. Her hand around her whip lashes out, cracking in the air as it wraps around one of the spines along the dragons back. But not in time to save her, unfortunately. Izzy hits the ground with a wheeze, the wind knocked from her lungs. Her grip on the handle of her whip is still strong and sure... though the result of this winds up being dragged limply behind the prancing dragon as it dances towards the finish line, being bounced around rocks and road. Down, but not out. Welp. There truly was nothing left to lose. She reached into her bag of tricks for the last time, to pull out yet another hail mary to see just how lady luck could help her this time, or, if it had truly run dry for the day.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Apr 8, 2023 8:33:31 GMT -5
Ak’ka smirked as the fellblood chick was finally knocked off her damn high horse. Uh, dragon. She managed to secure that whip around the dancing dragon at the last second though, to Ak’ka’s own irritation. The Bonegrinder and the Dragon were neck and neck, with the fellblood bein’ dragged along like a damn chew toy. What would it take to shake her and win? Ak’ka didn’t have none of them fancy tricks or fun little gadgets the gal seemed awfully fond of. All she had was her sheer willpower and a desire to be the first past that damn endgoal.
But then the chick reached into her bag again. Ak’ka tensed, waiting for somethin’ equally as menacing and awful to pop out, only for her to pull out…
A picnic basket.
Huh.
Ak’ka blinked, lookin’ pretty damn confused as the tall chick held the thing in her hands. Maybe it hadn’t been what she meant to do. Maybe it was. Whatever. Wasn’t any of Ak’ka’s business.
Or maybe it was some sorta bribe?
“You trynna ask me out on a date or something to make me throw the race?” Ak’ka shouted back in complete seriousness. “Ain’t gonna work. Yer cute, but not my type.”
And she really wanted this victory.
Time to leave this fellblood chick and her confusing antics in the dust. Ak’ka stomped her foot as she sped up, pulling another ice wall from the earth to block the dragon’s progress.[1] Either the roadblock would force the dragon and its passenger to jump over it, or it would stop ‘em completely. As long as it gave Ak’ka the edge in this arms race of a race.
‘Course, ain’t like it really mattered. With all the fighting the two had done on the track they’d pretty much fucked up the terrain and caused so much collateral damage that they were the only two racers left at this point anyways. Everyone else was down for the count, thrown off their horses and injured by stray ice or pine needles. 1. Glacial Wall
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Apr 10, 2023 20:52:38 GMT -5
The powers that be sure had a sense of humour.
She's left holding a picnic basket, which--- well, it does smell good. Izzy shakes her head at herself. The chaos gods giveth and the chaos gods taketh away.
--wait, cute? WELL, it certainly sounded better coming from this muscled, toothsome lady than it did the gross ogre she fought a couple months ago, she would give her that.
"I'M NOBODY'S TYPE, THATS PART OF THE CHARM, DOLL," Izzy cackles. Another, sudden wall of ice starts to explode out of the ground, and Izzy throws out her hand, ember-irises flashing as she speaks a gutteral word.[1] Instead of fully forming, the giant ice wall disintegrates in a puff of snow, the dancing dragon flouncing through the scattering cold droplets of thawing magic.
"NICE TRY, CHICKADEE. OW." Izzy rubs her head as she bounces over a rock, still being dragged around. She should probably get back up on her mount. As it was, Ak'ka's stunt had pulled her ahead, and Izzy was not about to let this be a sure fire victory for the big lady. But at least she could cause problems on purpose.
She was particularly good at that.
Izzy lashes out again, this time with a spell of her own[2], a bolt of crackling, dark hued energy that shoots directly past Ak'ka missing her entirely.
And strikes one of the poles holding up the finish line, and exploding the whole rig in arcane fire. Not that this would actually stop Ak'ka from winning the race, but at least she would be crossing the finish line in style, heralded by flames and screams of startled race watchers.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Apr 11, 2023 7:47:32 GMT -5
That bitch did somethin’ to Ak’ka’s spell! Ak’ka wasn’t sure what the fellblood did to her wall, but it turned into a little puddle of harmless snow before her eyes, and the dragon danced on through. Didn’t matter. Ak’ka didn’t bother relying on the ice and the cold when her fists and body could do the job just fine. As the fellblood over there demonstrated, magic failed. Might didn’t.
Ha. Chickadee. That was a fuckin’ funny name. Reminded Ak’ka of a harmless little bird. She’d just have to show that lady how harmless she could be.
Not far from the finish line now. Ak’ka’s second wind kicked in, the rage fueling her to leave this bitch in the dust and win that prize. She snorted, a puff of ice-cold air escaping her nose -
And that was when the finish line exploded in a burst of hellfire.
Shit. Ak’ka grimaced. She wasn’t the kinda gal to fear anything, but fire was probably the only thing that could… slow her down. Why the hell did that chick have to chose fire of all things? Probably ‘cus her hair was red… yeah, that made sense. This didn’t matter either. Ak’ka barreled on through, heralded by the horrified screams of the audience fleeing for their lives.
Oh, how she loved that sound.
The moment Ak’ka crossed the finish line, one of the burning poles finally snapped, falling right on top of her. Ak’ka grabbed the pole in midair, wincing at the burn spreading against her palms - with a roar, she twisted the wood and ripped it apart, raining flaming splinters down upon her and the rest of the audience. The FINISH ribbon, still burning where it fluttered in the wind, attached to the other still-standing pole, finally fell off, settling around her shoulders like a burning cloak.
Ak’ka smirked at the fellblood as she finally took her place next to the Bonegrinder, a couple seconds too late, but claiming a rousing second place out of… two whole racers left in the running.
“Better luck next time, Firecracker.”
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Apr 16, 2023 17:49:27 GMT -5
As Ak'ka rides undaunted through the storm of fire, heralded by a chorus of frightened screams and shouts of alarm, Izzy can't help but marvel at the sight, especially as Ak'ka grabbed the burning pole and ripped it out of the air, shredding it with nothing but her hands; GLORIOUS. Better than she could have hoped for. Even as she is dragged across the finish line by her dancing dragon, she cackles wildly, delighted beyond reason.
Izzy was quite used to losing, though there was no way she would ever tell this giant woman that.
She gets up from the ground, covered in soot, dust, pine needles, and whatever else had been on the road. She holds out the picnic basket in congratulations to the woman who wore the still smoldering banner of victory draped across her shoulders. Firecracker. Now, that was a nickname she could certainly get used to. "Oooh, I doubt I'm going to be invited back next year after this." she waves a hand behind her, sniggering. "But never mind that; to the victor, the spoils!" Izzy offers the basket with a flourishing bow. "It was an honour to race against a competitor that was so--"
"SOMEBODY CALL THE GUARD! CALL THE FIRE BRIGADE! CALL THE ARMY!"
Izzy's lips clamp shut. "--verygoodatwhattheyweredoing, uhh wanna bail?" She jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the people that were still fleeing for their lives, but now also trying to organize to contain some of the chaos.
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Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Apr 18, 2023 9:18:35 GMT -5
The fellblood chick picked herself back up, making her way over to Ak’ka. Ak’ka watched her warily. What was she up to now? Was she gonna attack Ak’ka or something for winning? But then she started… congratulatin’ Ak’ka, a wild smile and a laugh on her face as she gazed upon the destruction Ak’ka had caused in her desire to win. Almost like she was proud. The fuck was she doing? She shoulda been avoiding Ak’ka like the other competitors, who were all staying the hell away from the orc woman.
Izzy wasn’t the only one who got lost when she met someone who didn’t fear her.
The adrenaline from battle had already melted away to confusion. Ak’ka stared down at the picnic basket, eyes narrowed in skepticism. What was she doing with it? Was Firecracker… offerin’ it to her? Nah, this had to be some sorta trick. She crossed her arms, staring down at it like it was a bomb or something. “… Is it poisoned?”
Apparently she didn’t really know how to deal with gifts either.
“… Thanks.” She said to the compliment, still not really sure what Firecracker’s game was, and whether Ak’ka was being punked or not. Before she could say anything else, though, a horrified shout rang through the air.
Ak’ka paled, finally realizing exactly what kinda situation they found themselves in. The wrecked race track, the fire, the ruined racers - the people running from their lives from the half-orc and the fellblood, and the officials who were searching for the guard.
“… Oh, fuck.”
Yeah, they had to scram. Ak’ka turned to Firecracker with a shrug. “Yeah, you ain’t too bad yourself. I didn’t expect any kinda challenge today but you sure as hell offered one. Made the win sure as hell feel worth it.” She flashed her a small, crooked grin.
“Uh, yeah. Let’s get the fuck outta here.” She really didn’t feel like getting arrested today. Before the two took off, Ak’ka made a beeline for the winner’s table, grabbing the first and second place medals for the both of them. If they weren’t gonna be able to get the prize they could at least get their deserved spoils.
No one bothered trying to stop them as they fled.
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