Zarko scans the area for any possibility of getting a bet down.

He's going to bet on Daryl to survive, if such a thing is possible. He'll put all of his money on that (plus the fiver he borrowed).

It won't matter if he loses, because he'll be dead himself...

Shuddering inside but stone-cold bad-ass without, Quazarn lifts his chin and strides confidently at Darryl's side.

Quote from: Age of Fable;250865That done, I ask Quazarn "so...what did you think of my idea?"

"...eh?  I'm -- I'm sorry, which...?"

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Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;250995"...eh?  I'm -- I'm sorry, which...?"

*wavy lines*

Quote from: Age of Fable;249474"Well...you know how some adventurers carry everything they own with them all the time? I thought there might be some easy pickings."

"Oh!  Ah.  That one. Well...very well."

"Um...OK. You sure you're completely OK with that? It seems like a pretty major change of plan for you guys. Is the Creature gonna understand?"

Quote from: Age of Fable;250959I look for anyone who might have an invitation I could steal (eg if it's in their back pocket).

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Hobson is so focused on checking out asses that he trips over a snap-brim cap lying in the grass.  Picking it up he realizes it's his exact size and, according to the sewn-in label, is the "Property of Tyson Hobfoot."  No less preposterously, an invitation is tucked into the lining of the cap.

Quote from: Coffee;250968Zarko scans the area for any possibility of getting a bet down.

He's going to bet on Darryl to survive, if such a thing is possible. He'll put all of his money on that (plus the fiver he borrowed).

"No life or death stakes, buddy.  Don't usually more'n, oh two three fighters die in a Brawl.  Now that young rep-tile looks like'n a pipsqueak.  But he ain't what you'd call a known quan-ti-ty.  I can give you sundown once at two to one, noon twice at five to one.  Sundown twice...call it ten to one."

[Most bets are based on how long a fighter remains unbeaten in the two day Brawl.  Sundown once=end of first day, noon twice=noon of second day, etc]

Quote from: Age of Fable;251018"Um...OK. You sure you're completely OK with that? It seems like a pretty major change of plan for you guys. Is the Creature gonna understand?"

"Let's go with 'no', then."

Your crew of six joins the press of fighters moving toward the arena.  A Roget's dozen of amazons, battlers, belligerents, boxers, bruisers, contenders, grapplers, gladiators, he-men, pugilists, rowdies, scrappers, and thugs crowds into the tunnel.  

The throng splits into several lines in the tunnel, each passing through a turnstile where invitations are checked.  The mild voice on the loudspeaker continues: "ALL FIGHTERS, REPORT TO THE TUNNEL. PLEASE HAVE YOUR INVITATIONS READY.  AFTER CHECK IN PROCEED TO THE LOCKER ROOMS TO STOW YOUR WEAPONS AND EFFECTS.  PLEASE USE THE LOCKERS PROVIDED;  ENTERPRISING HAND, INCORPORATED IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR LOST VALUABLES OR GEAR."

Each of you is stamped with a locker code and given a numbered bib as you pass through the turnstile.  In the locker rooms the mood is polite but tense.  Darryl rocks from foot to foot, shadowboxing in front of his locker; from what you can tell he loses the bout in a split decision.  

"BIGBY SMALL'S BIGTIME BRAWL IS A TEST OF INDIVIDUAL STRENGTH AND MARTIAL PROWESS.  NO WEAPONS, MAGIC OR PSI POWERS ARE PERMITTED."

Your gear stowed* you continue through the tunnel.  It slopes up again near the middle of the arena.  The crowd bottlenecks at a narrow gate.  A cage to one side holds a bald and scabby ornithorhynchoid with a fanged beak.  At the other side is a long-legged ungulate with electric blue fur and a wriggling trunk.  After passing between these odd beasts each fighter is scanned by a  curvaceous cyaborg with an x-ray camera mounted on her neck.

"AS YOU ENTER THE ARENA PLEASE NOTE THE LOCATION OF THE RETREAT CHUTES--" "Chicken holes!" jeers a thick-necked amazon.  "IF YOU WISH TO RETIRE FROM THE FIELD OF BATTLE AT ANY TIME PLEASE MAKE YOUR TO THE NEAREST RETREAT CHUTE.  THERE IS NO REENTRY."

*[let me know if you'll be chancing any gear.]

Quote from: ttagxamm;251028"BIGBY SMALL'S BIGTIME BRAWL IS A TEST OF INDIVIDUAL STRENGTH AND MARTIAL PROWESS.  NO WEAPONS, MAGIC OR PSI POWERS ARE PERMITTED."

"Mister Pulsar," sneers Quazarn, "I am coming back to haunt you."

When we get to the lockers, I'll see if there's anywhere I could hide.

Creature stows all his gear in the locker room.

Quote from: Age of Fable;251114When we get to the lockers, I'll see if there's anywhere I could hide.

It's a fairly standard changing room: benches, lockers, showers.  You might be able to squeeze into your locker, but it would be tight as sardines.  There is a supply closet you could try getting into [Dex check on d20].