DJM Howlader Taldrya vs. SBM Evant Taelyan

Master Howlader Taldrya

Elder 2, Elder tier, Clan Taldryan
Male Human, Sith, Seeker
vs.

Battlemaster Evant Taelyan

Equite 2, Equite tier, Clan Scholae Palatinae
Male Human, Sith, Sorcerer
Comment

Most disappointed in you, young Howlader!!

Hall Duelist Hall - Old Container
Messages 0 out of 4
Time Limit 7 Days
Battle Style Singular Ending
Battle Status Closed by Timeout
Combatants DJM Howlader Taldrya, SBM Evant Taelyan
Force Setting Standard
Weapon Setting Standard
DJM Howlader Taldrya's Character Snapshot Snapshot
SBM Evant Taelyan's Character Snapshot Snapshot
Venue Karufr: Spanky's Tavern
Last Post 19 November, 2014 9:31 PM UTC
Member timing out Howlader Taldrya
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You stand in a room, nearly dark but for the pulse of rhythmic flashes of bright colored lights. Besides your opponent and yourself, you note a large number of bystanders who are sure to take exception to the coming carnage. Then again, knowing this crowd, they could just as easily find entertainment in an old-fashioned brawl. Spanky's is, after all, one of the more fashionable drinking establishments of Karufr.

The patrons seem to be a mix between the scantily clad women hawking their charms and the well-dressed gentlemen eager to part with their hard-earned credits. The odors in the tavern assault your senses and threaten to muddle your reflexes. Among them, you recognize over a dozen various types of stimulants—both legal and illegal—and the heady scent of, what is quite possibly, the most varied collection of liquor this side of the Galaxy.

The tavern itself is fraught with tactical advantages and disadvantages. Designed in the familiar style of all amphitheaters, the floor is slightly slanted toward a central stage where a lithe, twi'lek female is currently dancing. Littered amongst the floor are drink tables, heavily laden with glassware and other potential missiles. Uncomfortable, heavy metal chairs surround each of the tables in a semi-circle, so that the occupant's view of the stage is never hindered. The only exit, aside from the doorway where you stand, is a vaulted staircase—guarded by two very well-dressed, and heavily muscled, gentlemen—leading into parts unknown.

Small bars bracket the tavern on either side, filled with a glittering rainbow of bottles. Whatever is about to go down, you realize it would go down better with a stiff drink.