Bubba In The Holey Lands ! ?!, Play away friends!

[oldraven]

Jesdone was feeling more and more at ease as he walked beneath the watching eyes of the towering masts. The dock creaked, and he could hear the water lapping beneath. Seagulls cried, along with the fish-mongers; moreso at the fish-mongers. The similarities between the two creatures was staggering, with the most prominent characteristic being greed. But that is the port, as it stands, and has stood for as long as men have taken to sea.

When they entered the tavern, Jesdone's three companions took such immediate action, he had no choice but to duck and hide, just as they did, though he didn't know why. The dog seemed to have an aversion to something, and Captain Paranoid all but took flight.

Looking around, it turns out this was, indeed, the 'Hello Sailor' he was thinking about earlier. Well, at least there was good ale here, as he remembered. It looked as though Gilidorfus was about to snap his fingers at the waitress, but Jes restrained his arm. You don't want to try that here. This isn't your average downtown bar. Dawson City Kitty would just as soon bite those fingers off as quick as you can snap. I don't mean to make you fullows paranoid, but we'd best pay as much respect to these folk as we can afford. Jesdone didn't notice it right off, but by the time he finished his speach, his maritime accent had been pushing through. He'd best keep an eye on that.

[Swanny]

The bad smelling human jumped to it's feet, and Damd Dawgs growl intensified to a level worthy of a much older beast.

The dog didn't even turn his head when someone called his name, hollering Get that damned dog out of here.

[Shadows]

Phartripper came out of his corner with a cane in hand and said...

Has anyone seen that Damd Dog of mine? I can't find my way around without him! The scoundrel loves leaving me in the dark!

Phartripper lets out a not so convincing laugh, but then again the brighest fires don't burn in the clientle of this establishments minds....

[Shadows]

I can see this animal is going to be a benefit Phartripper thinks to himself....

[Swanny]

Damd Dawg was torn. The good food human was coming around with a stick in his hand, moving right toward the bad smell human. He didn't know which to fear more. Sticks are BAD for Damd Dawg's ribs, but the bad smell human is bad all around. When the good food human reached down for his collar it was more than Damd Dawg the fear turned to terror. He HAD to bite someone, had to get away, had to DO something, and since Bad Smell human was closer than good food human, he lunged at the bad smell human, teeth bared, going for the neck.

[Haldur]

Greeting the sorriest three warts he'd ever laid eyes on, Blarney Crabshack, the dirtiest pirate scum to sail the seven seas pushed the Damd Dawg down to the floor, snarled, and wiped his greasy nose.

Time I teach this dog a lesson! he murmured, flashing a hateful glare to the three scaliwags before him.

He drew a slender, rusted knife from underneath his long cloak and pinned Damd Dawg to the floor of the tavern.

[Shadows]

Phartripper reacted by smashing his new found cane soundly across Crabshack's scull only to find the man's ( if you call em that ) head resounded with the vibration of a metal plate!

leave me Damd Dog alone scoundrel

[Shadows]

Phartripper removed the dirty blade from the dogs loose skin and soundly placed it into the scums leg, again he was shocked to here the dull thump of a blade going into wood!

[Shadows]

this is not going well thought Phartripper.

[Swanny]

Damd Dawg cried out only once in pain and rage. As the knife was removed from the skin above his shoulders he lept again, blood spattering the tables, floor and humans. This time he had the satisfaction of feeling the bad smell man's soft fleshy throat between his teeth.

[Shadows]

Phartripper grabbed the sorry excuse of a collar that was on Damd Dog and pulled him back... this may be the contact we need, I can't let this Damd Dog kill him...

Phartripper again let his cane fall on the head of the dogs victim amid curses and questions about the man's heritage!

He then managed to pry the dogs teeth from the man's throat.

[Shadows]

I wonder why this animal had such a reaction to this man? Maybe I should be cautious ...

[Swanny]

(what collar?)

Damd Dawg squirmed and wriggled and tried to roll, even tried snapping at the restraining hand, all to no avail. Malnutrition combined with blood loss left the stray with too little strength to mount a full resistence to this insult. He tried shaking the hot wet blood from his coat, spraying the good food human with gore and then lost all control of his bladder, spraying the bad smelling human with urine.

at least he smells better

Damd Dawg then slipped quietly into unconciousness.

[oldraven]

What in the name o' time are you doing? Trying to kill each other. Phartripper, if you don't kick that damn dog out on its arse, I'll do it for you. Damn rabid flea bag is liable to kill any of us. His leg started acting up again, at the sight of the dog's attack, so Jesdone found himself with a tettering limp as he moved to the table.

Blarney Crabshack, it has been, pardon the saying, a dogs age. Let's see that. As much as I'd like to have been the one to draw your blood, we've got to make sure you didn't catch something foul from that furball.

[WizardofOwls]

Gilidorfus couldn't believe his ears. Jesdone was CONDONING what this man had just done to the dog? And speaking to this obviously shady character as though he were an old friend? Perhaps he needed to analyze the situation a little more closely to decide exactly where his own allegiances lay.

And he would be watching this man who called himself Jesdone MUCH more closely...