Snakes & Foxes 3: The ****oo's Nest (Game Thread)

The Courtesan is in her room. God knows what she's doing before the match.

50 gold on the Brujah. Go get him and rid us of that evil Mark.

1 gold on the Runekeeper. At odds like this, who can resist?

Nah, you know what? Let's do something completely ridiculous.

1432 gold on the Runekeeper

(OOC: Now that is betting.)

Ghost comment: @bananalee:

When the Brujah took the stage, everything became ten times more sinister. His cape billowed despite the complete lack of wind and the light played funny tricks on him, twisting his shadows. He cackled, and despite it being the daytime, it was still widely agreed to be one of the most creepiest things anybody had ever heard. Other than that though, he looked like a pleasant European noble, whatever that meant.

Next, the diminutive dwarf walked on. He sang a little mining tune called “My Stones Could Break Your Cojones,” which was strange because a) Spanish didn’t exist here and b) he wasn’t a miner – he wasn’t wearing any dirty equipment, no beautiful girl was following him with six other dwarves, and he didn’t have a single pick or hammer.

The bell chimed, and suddenly it was pitch black. The two combatants were in an evil castle in the middle of the night. Lightning crackled. Some rather ugly gargoyles leered at the contestants from their perches inside the castle, which was rather poor castle design, but hey, I’m not the one picking the arena. The two were in the castle atrium. They didn’t have much time to enjoy the view, because this battle looked like it was going to be fast and furious.

The Brujah took a small mirror out from a pocket and glanced at himself, then moved a stray hair into place, then put the mirror back, in a very smooth motion. The Runekeeper arched his eyebrow but didn’t have the luxury of asking a question because the Brujah threw his cape open, and out came a swarm of bats. The dwarf was soon covered in them and fell to the floor, arms and legs flailing, scoring occasional hits.

The vampire waited for an opportune time to strike, but that never came. The ground started rumbling – apparently the dwarf had the cunning to summon something while being attacked. Suddenly, the earth cracked between the Brujah’s feet, and it was due to his dexterity that he managed to avoid being punched out by the hand that emerged. It was an earth elemental, in all its glory. It pulled itself up despite the vampire’s best efforts to pry its hands loose of the earth and to push it down to the depths from where it came. Never mind that. He’d have to go for a quick strike against the dwarf before the elemental could come into play.

The dwarf had meanwhile killed the last bat. Corpses littered the ground. The vampire saw this, and he began running, so fast that the dwarf’s eyes had trouble tracking his opponent.

“With the grace of Kilmorph, I strike!” yelled the dwarf. Divine energies surged into his hand and with a grab, he seized the vampire in mid-step, throwing a rather large wrench into his plans.

Undeterred, the Brujah pulled out the same mirror that he had before and flashed it in front of the Runekeeper’s face. He suddenly recoiled in horror, rubbing his eyes as if to try to destroy what he had seen. The Brujah grinned and let the mirror drop to the floor. The members of the audience craned their heads to get a better view of what it was.

“By Kilmorph’s mighty beard,” groaned the dwarf. “Those two girls…and the goblet…” This was what the vampire needed. With a scream, he pounced onto his enemy. The Runekeeper was suddenly shocked into reality when he received the blow, landing flat on his back. With relish, the vampire began clawing into the dwarf’s chest, arms, face – anywhere that was exposed. He was so into it, however, that he failed to notice the earth elemental right behind him.

With a huge arm, it cuffed the vampire right off his enemy, where he smashed into a wall and lost his breath, caught completely off guard. His stone skin had lessened the impact of the blows, but what strikes there had been had cut deeply and smarted.

The Brujah got up unsteadily. That blow had severely damaged him – he wasn’t sure if he could survive the next attack. On that end he was thinking the same thing as the Runekeeper. Both glared at each other warily, but it had to end sometime.

The dwarf summoned cracks in the ground that jutted out from his position and zigzagged towards the vampire. Since dying below the surface of the earth was quite low on his list of priorities, the Brujah dodged to the side and ran towards the enemy in a kamikaze attack. The earth elemental stepped to shield its master from the attack, but the Brujah swiftly slid under its legs, got back up, and resumed running. He clawed his enemy in the face, then seized his clothing and pulled him in for a mortal bite. He closed his jaws around his enemy and bit, tearing out a hunk of flesh. This was it – the thrill of victory, the taste, quite literal.

He let the dwarf slump to the ground. Unfortunately, he was so intoxicated that he noticed too late the elemental’s giant hand, which smashed him to the ground like it was playing whack-a-mole. It wasn’t a pretty sight.

As the giant hand lifted again from the ground, a by now familiar sight greeted the audience and combatants alike. A golden coin, leisurely spinning through the air as it rose and grew in size, clearly showing a stylised S engraved across its surface.



The Brujah's remains crumbled up and turned to dust all by themselves. The medical personnel hurried the near-death Runekeeper off on a litter, and the pompous official again took the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemens, and audience, the upcoming evening fight will give us a sight to behold, when the Eidolon takes on the Lizardman in an arena of his choosing."

Evening fight: Lizardman vs Eidolon, Eidolon gets arena choice.


It is now day.
All contenstants, vote for combatants for the next morning's fight.
People with day abilities, send me PMs.
Combatants, send your battle ideas to LightFang!

Betting is open for Lizardman vs Eidolon. Place your bets in BOLD dark orange.

I vote the Runekeeper to fight the Eidolon

Runekeeper.

Eidolon vs. Runekeeper

Hmm... On the other hand

Let me go against the Runekeeper. I'll smash him. I'll smash him HARD

“Those two girls…and the goblet…”

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Dear god....

Lizardman, we must talk in private. I know that we are both innocent and that the Runekeeper is the real target here.
People! I have about 800 gold and will contribute all of it to an Orb of Mercy! There is no reason either the Lizardman or I should die for that Marks pleasure! Please help us with this and I will slay the Runekeeper!

(OOC: LightFang, thanks a lot. Now I'm gonna need the brain bleach again. )

As I smashed the Brujah, you shall all be smashed, until Kilmorph Looks away from me.

No, you will die.

Runekeeper vs. Arquebusier. Show us that you're as big as your reputation, dwarves.

Fellow Innocents, please send your money to Renata. She will buy and use the Orb during the fight.
Again, send your extra money to Renata.

Or to Me! Kilmorph knows I, as a dwarf, know what to do with it better than any top dweller.

Mr. Berubeg, your services are no longer needed. I'm not sleeping with any Marks. And since the Eidolon wills it, he may fight.