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Robert the Plant looks around for a moment. "Oh, hoom hom! I went treeish there and took a slight slumber! It seems that there is not much sunlight down here in the halls of the dwarves! Nevertheless, in the spirit of my old friend from Rohan Malcolm The Young...for those about to rock, we salute you!" With this, the Ent turns and heaves another axe at the target....

Ducky looked round in a bit of a panic. People were shouting his name, but he hadn't exactly been paying attention to why. He'd only really noticed when the axes started flying dangerously close to him.

"Ahhh, ahah, ahhhh!" he shouted very coherently. "I say, just because I was bragging, calling attention to myself, throwing badgers, hitting a bullseye, and generally being insufferably condescending (heh, DEscending) doesn't mean you all need to get angry at me, now does it?" He paused briefly. "Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question." he continued.

He heard someone else behind him shout the word wizard. He paid attention to the end of the spluttering rant. "My grandma could throw better!"

"I am many times older than your grandmother, so it's not that surprising!" he retorted. "The question is whether your grandmother could beat you? I don't even know who you are, are you a contestant? Oh, that reminds me."

He turned back toward what remained of his axe-head. It seemed to be diminishing with every throw, literally rusting away in front of his eyes. He was afraid to cast any restorative or abjurative magicks at this point though, what with the accusations of cheating WHICH WERE MOST ASSUREDLY NOT TRUE.

Had he shouted those last words? Ah well, Ducky tossed the axe with all the righteous indignation of the innocently accused.

In his drunken state, Oghren did not have the most astute ability to listen afar from other people. So it was that all he heard from Oak was, "drunk home and bed. Plant axe in skull, or Aule ya!" Unfortunately, this concentration led him to directly miss the response from Silvereye. Maybe that's why his wife left him.

"Uh, what?" Oghren asked, "I must have drunk too much. Now the trees are talking. Hey, what!"

At this moment Silvereye removed an axe from Oghren's belt.

"Hey!" Oghren slurred, "you touched my doo-dad, and took it from my junk! You didn't even polish it! I haven't used my doo-dad since that time with Branka, hehe, she knew how to polish my axe.

You should apologize right now. Because normally, no one touches my doo-dad but myself, and certainly doesn't pull it out of my junk without permission. No one touches Oghren's junk and lives!"

This were hotting up and Jorrolsia kept giggling at all the insults and bad mouthing that was going on. Catching herself, she straightened up, covering her mouth with one hand and tugging her beard with the other. How could she be laughing during these final moments of the contest? Some players were only a few throws away from victory, however fleeting that victory might be. Girul had apparently gone and caused some havoc with the confectionery stand and just as she was watching, her big cumbersome brother knocked over a whole barrel of rainbow coloured hard boiled sweets which bounced and rolled and pinged everywhere. "Giruuuuuul" she screeched, dashing forward and immediately losing her balance! The dwarfette landed with a thump just outside the target area as the sweets continued to bounce around her, from her low down position, she called the scores:

"White Beard & @Dis - 5/10 throws - Score: 30
Glasha @Gwai - 7/10 throws - Score:38 (+9)
@Oak - 5/10 throws - Score: 26
Silvereye @Sil - 6/10 throws - Score: 38 (+8)
Firerose - 1/10 throws - Score:2
Mognar - 1/10 throws - Score:7
@KingODuckingham - 7/10 throws - Score: 47 (+5)
Thorin - 2/10 throws - Score: 6
Robert the Plant @Mojo - 2/10 throws - Score:8

Ducky was not overly pleased with the latest result. All this arguing was distracting, and if that weren't enough, his axe head had finally disintegrated. It had still been enough to earn a mediocre score on its last trip, so Ducky felt he should honor its memory, but after the contest was over. For now he needed another axe (it couldn't be lower quality than the previous one, right?) in order to make his next toss.

He went back up to the desk AGAIN and rather short-temperedly demanded a new axe. He was given an overly long halberd that was very awkward looking. He glared at the receptionist.

"Fool!" he said. "This halberd may be too long and clunky for you, a miniscule dwarf, but I am an average height wizard, who has taken the form of a Man! I can still throw this easily! Or if not easily, at least potentially!"

The new axe was incredibly top heavy. The metal was thick and unrefined. Ducky sighed. Time for a workout, eh? And the game had already been taxing him. He dragged the axe as far as he could, then stood up on a chair to get some more height, then jumped from the chair as he threw his axe in the direction of the target. If this didn't work, someone would pay...

Silvereye, a Dwarf

THUNK

That was the noise of an axe handle as it met Silvereye’s skull. Thick though the dwarf’s noggin was, the axe-handles of the dwarves are made of similarly durable materials; and Silvereye had sat down hard and fallen down sideways into an L shape before she knew what was occurring.

Apparently, a few minutes had passed. Had she lost the argument?? Who had thrown the axe who stunned her?? Silvereye had no idea, but with a howl of frustration she hurled another axe in an indiscriminate direction, hoping for karmic vengeance to help it fly to her accidental attacker.

Girul simply raised a sardonic eyebrow at Ducky who was full of opinions and energy about halberds. Fine, thought the dwarf, you do you wizzie. Happily, the bravado of wizards paid off and Ducky's axe smashed through the bullseye of a target. Girul raised his hands slightly and clapped moodily as Jorrolsia cheered next to him, ever the enthusiastic one. For a game designed for dwarves the wizard was doing very well, maybe it was the beard plus height advantage. Girul bent down to check the status of the axe's left in the barrel, soon he would need to go and get some replacements from the store cupboard. As he straightened up, Girul sniffed the air - a putrid green gas seemed to be floating out of the nearby tunnels, the ones which led to the Mojaks clan! What had those pesky alchemists been up to now? Girul blinked, he felt a bit woozy, this couldn't be good...

Everyone suffers a - 2 disadvantage on their next throw as the noxious gas invades the arena....

"White Beard & @Dis - 5/10 throws - Score: 30
Glasha @Gwai - 8/10 throws - Score:46 (+6)
@Oak - 5/10 throws - Score: 26
Silvereye @Sil Denafil - 7/10 throws - Score: 42 (+4)
@FireroseArien - 1/10 throws - Score:2
@Mognar Firebeard - 1/10 throws - Score:7
@KingODuckingham - 8/10 throws - Score: 58 (+10 BULLSEYE +1 for mega throwing)
@Thorin Firehelm - 2/10 throws - Score: 6
Robert the Plant @Mojo - 2/10 throws - Score:8

When Ducky saw the results of his latest throw, he just had to, as the kids say, throw down. Not throw the axe down, he had to boogie. And boogie he did, singing his own techno electronic dance theme music as he slid across the floor. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't graceful. But it was boogie-licious.

"Boom baby!" Ducky yelled, "I---" he cut off, coughing. What was happening? Some nasty gas had entered the room, and it was noxious. And green. Ewwwww.

Ducky turned to the receptionist and called out, "Really, did you have to let it out mid-competition? Next time hold it in until you're alone. I almost passed out!" He was grumpy, but the show must go on. He had to win, he could feel it within his grasp.

He hefted the heavy axe, trying desperately to breathe shallowly in order to avoid breathing the toots (or whatever). He knew it would affect his aim, but there was nothing for it. Some sacrifices were worthy ones. He hurled (not like that) and closed his eyes against the gas, waiting to hear his result rather than trying to watch through the fumes.

Silvereye sighed deeply - and immediately regretted it.

“ALL RIGHT, WHICH ONE OF YOUSE DID THAT?” she bellowed in outrage. She took another cautious sniff. “Someone been eating h’eggs this morning? Beans? Confess! And then leave. But first confess! If this poor wizard spasms himself to death” she jerked an elbow at Ducky, who was twitching most alarmingly - “it’ll be entirely your fault, you rotter!”

Just to express her feelings she furiously tossed off another axe.