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This tournament has already ended. It was originally started by @Merlin The Wizzard on Nov 7, 2007. The last post was made Sep 5, 2017.
(link to original thread on diabloii.net)
This tournament has already ended. It was originally started by @Merlin The Wizzard on Nov 7, 2007. The last post was made Sep 5, 2017.
(link to original thread on diabloii.net)
Tournament : The Bountyhunter's heaven
Introduction
The tavern fell quiet when Boyd the Necromancer came inside. Nobody liked this arrogant man. Nobody dared to tell him that in his face, because he was well known for his temper and his readiness to summon his skeletal crew. They invariably came up out of the ground, bursting through the floor, and smashing half of the furniture. Therefore, the tavern owners had unanimously decided that Boyd was a protected customer. Anybody foolish enough to raise their voice against him, would be ousted by the bouncers.
Boyd walked over to the bar, where an odd group of travellers sat together, murmuring, casting balefull glances at the smug necromancer.
He sat down, ostentatiously, at their side, and called for the bartender in a voice loud enough to be heard on the other side of town, despite the fact that the man was standing right in front of him.
"One Ale for me, please. And give the crew here one as well, I can afford it after I delivered the head of Dac Farren here to the bountyhunter guild. Yep, that netted me enough gold to last me for the next couple of weeks."
The group of adventurers shot him murderous looks, but they remained silent. They had no desire to be thrown out by the nervous bartender and his huge bouncer.
Boyd turned to face them. "Something on your mind, you bunch of lowlives? Are you bums not happy with the drinks I provide you with?"
One dark skinned man replied in the formal tones that showed he was a paladin: "Give us the respect we deserve, Boyd! We can kill just as well as you!" The bouncer made a grab for the man's neck, but Boyd stopped him with an imperious gesture.
He snorted. "Kill? Me? Forget it! Do you honestly think I would dirty my hands with such business? I have my minions to do that for me!"
Another person in the oddly assorted group, a female identifyable as an assassin by the katar strapped around her wrist, stood up, and looked Boyd in the eye. "It takes skill and dedication to kill your foes, pastyface! All you do is hide behind an army of mindless bones!"
The bartender flinced, and then nodded towards his bouncer. But before the bouncer could grab the impertinent woman, a freezing blast of ice erupted from the staff of another female, and froze him to the ground. Her voice was nearly as cold as her staff, when she adressed Boyd:
"So you think you are such a great hero, by hunting one... ONE measly hero? we could bring you whole sacks full of heads, and those we would collect by ourselves too!"
"Oh really," Boyd snorted. "I can't see you kill one single fallen, the lot of you combined. But why not make it a wager?"
"We don't need your money, little man. We just want recognition!" The barbarian shouted, but the calm voice of the Druid interrupted him : "Fair enough. We go, we kill, we come back, and you... you go annoy honest adventures in another part of the world!"
Boyd snorted again, something he had practiced a lot: "What's in this for me?"
A blonde woman stood up, with a crossbow slung across her back. "If we fail, and come back... We will pay for a plaque at the bountyhunter's guild with your name on it."
Boyd grinned. "That's a deal!"
The last male in the group spoke up, a pale, gauntfaced man, garbed in a similar way as Boyd: "Agreed then. May the best bountyhunter win."
The group of adventurers departed, leaving Boyd, a relieved bartender and a slowly defrosting bouncer behind...
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