[IC] Thoughts on the Grindstone
Tired and sore, Nefzen threw herself back in her rented bed at the Drowning Wench to stare up at the ceiling with her hands laced behind her head. It had been an interesting day to say the least. After making friends with some of the Sahagin she had the great idea of asking if she could fish off their shore. There was an amazing catch there that sold for some good gil. It was a good haul.
After bringing in her catch she heard a few blokes in the Drowning Wench talking about fighting in The Grindstone tournament. Kawa had mentioned fighting in it the previous week and Nef had to admit it had peeked her interest. Putting her new skills that Jackie and the rest had been teaching her to the test. However, tournaments were usually supposed to be ‘fair’ fights. If Nef had any choice she -never- fought fair. With that in mind she had changed out of her fishing gear and headed to Ul'dah.
Nymeia had favored her that night. Walking up she had found a pair of Au Ra females, sisters no less. One apparently was a former champion, called herself ‘Red’. The other was younger, seemed rather… Innocent. Her name was Maqali. Almost like a younger female Erah'sae. The younger introduced her to two of the fighters. A towering Au Ra male called Gan. Then a seeker male U'zamza.
The fight it self was… Interesting. It was not what she was expecting. After separating into groups the fighters paired off and let loose. No magic, thankfully, but everything else was allowed. Swords, shields, spears, daggers, or just your fists. One of U'zamza’s opponents tried to cleave his head in two, though he dodged and broke something in his shoulder. The same opponent (He called her Loveless?) later tried to drown someone.
One eye opener was the final fight he observed. Someone had thrown a punch at their before rushing to another’s side, but suddenly all hell broke loose. Apparently there was a three hit rule and the punch was thrown -after- the fighter had taken his third hit. This, though, had caused all sorts of repercussions. The organizers had to get involved and things looked like they might have gotten serious. Her linkpearl had buzzed with a new job so she hadn’t been able to find out the outcome of the argument. Really, it looked like it was blown totally out of proportion. Still a valuable piece of information was gained as a result.
The job had proven easy at least. A ship had been plundered off the coast and while the others were busy enforcing the code on the Pirates, Nef had tracked down the missing cargo. Expensive silks from Ul'dah this time.
With her payment from the merchant and the profits from her fishing haul she might be able to buy another custom set of throwing knife holders she had been designing.
Eyes closing, Nef drifted off to sleep with thoughts of shiny new knives dancing in her hands.
Tired and sore, Nefzen threw herself back in her rented bed at the Drowning Wench to stare up at the ceiling with her hands laced behind her head. It had been an interesting day to say the least. After making friends with some of the Sahagin she had the great idea of asking if she could fish off their shore. There was an amazing catch there that sold for some good gil. It was a good haul.
After bringing in her catch she heard a few blokes in the Drowning Wench talking about fighting in The Grindstone tournament. Kawa had mentioned fighting in it the previous week and Nef had to admit it had peeked her interest. Putting her new skills that Jackie and the rest had been teaching her to the test. However, tournaments were usually supposed to be ‘fair’ fights. If Nef had any choice she -never- fought fair. With that in mind she had changed out of her fishing gear and headed to Ul'dah.
Nymeia had favored her that night. Walking up she had found a pair of Au Ra females, sisters no less. One apparently was a former champion, called herself ‘Red’. The other was younger, seemed rather… Innocent. Her name was Maqali. Almost like a younger female Erah'sae. The younger introduced her to two of the fighters. A towering Au Ra male called Gan. Then a seeker male U'zamza.
The fight it self was… Interesting. It was not what she was expecting. After separating into groups the fighters paired off and let loose. No magic, thankfully, but everything else was allowed. Swords, shields, spears, daggers, or just your fists. One of U'zamza’s opponents tried to cleave his head in two, though he dodged and broke something in his shoulder. The same opponent (He called her Loveless?) later tried to drown someone.
One eye opener was the final fight he observed. Someone had thrown a punch at their before rushing to another’s side, but suddenly all hell broke loose. Apparently there was a three hit rule and the punch was thrown -after- the fighter had taken his third hit. This, though, had caused all sorts of repercussions. The organizers had to get involved and things looked like they might have gotten serious. Her linkpearl had buzzed with a new job so she hadn’t been able to find out the outcome of the argument. Really, it looked like it was blown totally out of proportion. Still a valuable piece of information was gained as a result.
The job had proven easy at least. A ship had been plundered off the coast and while the others were busy enforcing the code on the Pirates, Nef had tracked down the missing cargo. Expensive silks from Ul'dah this time.
With her payment from the merchant and the profits from her fishing haul she might be able to buy another custom set of throwing knife holders she had been designing.
Eyes closing, Nef drifted off to sleep with thoughts of shiny new knives dancing in her hands.
