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Fighter Pits beneath Broken Spire Arena - Curst - The Outlands It's been 3 days since the solitary slave cells started to be filled up. Little by little the band of outcasts came, brought by Curst's guards in chains, first the Aasimar, a turtle and a crow humanoid that puzzled and amused the guards, a tiefling, and finally an half-elf and human. To the spellcasters a cruel-looking muzzle was chained around their head, so any kind of spellcasting was discouraged. Any memory of your rebirths are confusing as expected, you remember waking up with your body in pain, feeling extremely weakened. You noticed the huge rusty walls of Curst ahead of you, in the middle of a wasteland. Unfortunately you noticed the hooded figures coming at your direction too late, whispering words of power, until you became unconscious yet again. Your time on the Pits was a perplexing one, most of you expected cruelty from the guards, but they simply executed their tasks without saying anything, refusing to answer any questions as they delivered the daily grub and water to your cells. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today however, you know something is different as your hear a lot of footsteps come in the direction of your cells. Two squads of guards appear, decked in a full plate suit, rusty and cruel-looking. They begin to unlock the cells one by one, put you in manacles and escort you out single-file, until you reach a large armory room, filled with scattered miscellaneous pieces of leather and a few pieces of plate here and there, and a couple of weapons that definitely have seen a lot of use in their lives. Ark notices his old thunder cannon near a score of crossbows, with a single look you know it is in a utter state of disrepair, barely capable of firing two shots. One of the guards grunts "Don't be tryin' anything stupid now." as they begin to unshackling the manacles, and unlocking the muzzles of the party. You notice that some of the guards tense up, great-axes firm in their hands the whole time. After that is done he glances towards the armory's stock and back to the party. "Suit up and arm yourselves. You Reborn are fighting today. One of the Hoarites be coming soon, talk to ya a bit. And again, don't try anything loving stupid." Another guard chuckles and looks at Dagat. "Make sure to give us a good show, freak. I'm betting half my pay on you, hah!" Other guards join in the laugh before a sharp glance from their senior shuts them up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Welcome to the game! This is the first time for the six of you to actually take a look to measure each-other up, and have a talk if you so desire. Armor available: Gladiator Pieces, Light Armor, 11 AC with a maximum Dex modifier of +3 Weapons available: Greatclub, Greataxe, Flail, Trident, Shortsword, Whip, Dagger, Light and Heavy Crossbows, an Artificer Thunder Cannon that will definitely break after firing two shots. frajaq fucked around with this message at 04:19 on Nov 11, 2018 |
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Ark Hrm. It seems that Ark hasn't been enough of a bastard to be sent to the actual plane of Carceri, but instead to this shithole on the border. He looks around to the weapons and the armory, and then to his companions. It was quite a disappointment for him to see that the Aasimar next to him wasn't his companion, and the other ones seem to be too exotic-looking and even feeble to help if he decided to kill the heavily armored guards. So he just picks the thunder cannon, a light crossbow and a shortsword, as well as the flimsy armor that it was presented to them. "Reward for victory." He grunts towards the guards, an evil look in his eye as he anticipated whatever response would come. pre:Name: Arkane "Ark" Brimstone Race: Tiefling Class: Artificer (Gunsmith) Proficiency: +2 (+4 for Smith, Alchemist, Forgery Tools) Alignment: Neutral Evil Background: Urban Bounty Hunter HP: 31/31 AC: 13 (11 LA + 2 Dex) Speed: Fly 30, Ground 30 Passive Perception: 12 Attributes: STR: 8 DEX: 14 CON: 14 INT: 16 WIS: 10 CHA: 14 Skill profs: Insight, Stealth, Investigation, Arcana, Deception. Save profs: Con, Int Weapons Proficiency: Light, Medium Armor Proficiency: Simple Tools: Lute, Playing Cards, Smith's Tools, Thieves' Tools, Alchemist's Supplies, Forgery Kit Languages: Common, Infernal Feats: Features: Race Darkvision. Thanks to your infernal heritage, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray. Hellish Resistance. You have resistance to fire damage. Winged. You have bat-like wings sprouting from your shoulder blades. You have a flying speed of 30 feet while you aren't wearing heavy armor. Class -Magic Item Analysis -Artificer Specialist (Gunsmith) -Wondrous Invention (Cap of Water Breathing) -Master Smith -Thunder Cannon -Arcane Magazine -Thunder Monger -Spellcasting -Infuse Magic Spells: Spell DC: 13 Spell Mod: 5 Spells Slots: Lvl 1: 3 Cantrips: Mending Level 1: Cure Wounds, Disguise Self, Shield of Faith, Alarm Background: You are in frequent contact with people in the segment of society that your chosen quarries move through. These people might be associated with the criminal underworld, the rough-and-tumble folk of the streets, or members of high society. This connection comes in the form of a contact in any city you visit, a person who provides information about the people and places of the local area. Personality Traits: Ideal: Greed. I will do whatever it takes to take my quarry down. (Evil) Bond: Someone I loved died because of a mistake I made. That will never happen again. Flaw: When faced with a choice between my objective and my friends, I usually choose the objective. Equipment: Ragged robes Manacles shackling your hands Flimsy Thunder Cannon (2 Shots) Light Crossbow Shortsword Gladiator Armor 0 gp. Plutonis fucked around with this message at 18:05 on Nov 11, 2018 |
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Arcturus Solar Once the muzzle is removed, Arcturus rolls his jaw around a few times, wincing at the popping in his mandibular joints. It had been possible to eat and speak in that thing, but unpleasant all the same. He begins searching through the armory and is utterly disappointed by what he finds. If he only had his glorious plate mail, shield, and blade... well, if he had those, he wouldn't still be here. For lack of a shield, he settles on a greataxe not too different from the ones borne by the guards, except for the brownish stains, chipped blade, and spots of rust. With that done, he sets about finding usable pieces of armor while examining his new companions. A half-elf and a human were the more conventional members. Then there was what he assumed was a kenku, a species he had only heard of once in passing. Some kind of shelled turtle-creature, which was something he had never heard of. And... a tiefling, child of darkness, looking at him with an unreadable expression. Hate? Disappointment? It was only a glance. Arcturus takes a deep breath and shoves his rage down as deep as he can. For now, he has no choice to but to work with these people, regardless of who or what they served. He clears his throat and tries to catch their eyes. "Let us introduce ourselves, if only so we have a name to call each other by in battle. That moment's hesitation at a critical juncture can cost lives. I am Arcturus Solar, Templar of the Silver Flame. Save your breath in a fight and call me Arc or Templar." quote:Name: Arcturus Solar Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 00:09 on Apr 28, 2019 |
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Marbles AC 14 | HP 24/24 | Spell Slots: 3 Marbles had been particularly confused about his stay here. He clearly remembered dying - the knives of the outraged crowd had been particularly painful - but now he was imprisoned! In a place he had never seen before. He had occasionally tried to amuse himself with little parlor tricks, but that mean muzzle didn't even let him do that half the time. The guards didn't seem to like it, either. So when he is herded to the armory and the muzzle is unlocked, as much as he wants to, he doesn't immediately bring forth a little cluster of fireworks to dazzle the fellows. Instead, he meekly puts on some of the armor, weighs some of the daggers, and grabs a shortsword. "Marbles is a good bird," comes the voice of an older man from his beak, in response to the intense looking man that had armed himself with a greataxe. The bird-head tilts at the others, and he follows it with a little coo. Then, he focuses on the daggers in his hand again, idly juggling the knives back and forth. When he opens his mouth again, the sound of polite applause rings out. He looks over to the guards, eyes lit with a tinkle of amusement. quote:
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The Emissary AC 12 | HP 32/32 | SP 4 | Spells 4/3 | Spell Save DC 14 The Emissary looks at the others with little recognition and increasing disappointment. Who they are, and even what they are is largely unfamiliar to her. It briefly crosses her mind that the big one may have been Tide-born. Aggressively Tide-born. But she knew her home well, and very few of these prisoners could have been from there. Wherever she had been taken after the attack, it was apparently much, much further than she was comfortable with. She had been probably the most vocal of the prisoners over the last few days. She had asked scores of questions ranging from "Where am I?" to "Is there a wash basin?" and had received answers ranging from stoic silence, to annoyed silence, to one of those laughs that comes out as a snort. Still, she hadn't seemed to have yet grown tired by the lack of response. Even muzzled, her voice had carried a tone of properness, importance and hints of its very own echo, which seemed even more prominent now. "I will speak openly and honestly - I am not a warrior, but if you each help me survive long enough to speak to this superior, this "Hoarite" the guard mentioned, I believe I will be our best chance at getting out of here with minimal danger. I am the Emissary of the Storm Lord. You may call me as you wish." The Emissary picks up a rusty dagger, which she holds awkwardly. quote:Name: The Emissary Not Operator fucked around with this message at 12:51 on Dec 31, 2018 |
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HP: 36/36 AC: 17 HD: 4/4d10 SD: 4/4d8 Save DC: 13 Pain was the topic of the day for Dagat. Sure, he'd been experiencing some of the normal discomfort of apparently surviving an execution and having been chained up in a prison not sized to accommodate you, but the real numbing pain was stemming from what he'd left behind. He'd have to put thoughts of his people out of his mind for now, the tortle of Talagain could be as hard as their shells if they had to, and it would only be a matter of time until Talagain itself took things into its hands. If the invaders continued to defile the islands, no doubt the depths would answer his curse and wipe Talagain from the ocean. Introspection eventually gives way to the an insistent knocking, the thumps of weapon hafts against his form forcing him to grudgingly exit his shell to be hauled off to the armory for equipping. He gives a small duck of the head to his fellow prisoners before focusing on what the guards have to say. Once informed that they're going to be getting some proper exercise, Dagat begins to sift through the paltry gear available. His shell was missing the many markings that served as decoration, but it was still sturdy and undamaged, so it would serve to protect him. When it came to weapons he was far more dubious. Plucking a greataxe from a pile he addressed the Guard who had bet on him, his voice gravelly and slow as he meandered his way through a sentence "If you were so invested you could have given me a halberd, or better yet a glaive, but at the least I'll not let someone lop off my head just to spite you." With no immediate action being apparently taken Dagat let his lumbering form thump to the ground, his attention now firmly settled on the prisoners as they went about introducing themselves. "Dagat Tuth. Given to the depths for trying to live peaceably." He gives as much a shrug as his shell will allow and glances toward The Emissary as she halfheartedly plucks up a blade "Not so peacefully that I can't offer protection if it is needed. The muzzle tells me you can protect yourself, but that does you no good if you wind up rushed by blades or fangs." Dagat now level 5 posted:Name: Dagat Tuth quote:Dagat's nabbing a greataxe, barring a polearm being delivered to him, and will snag a trident too for throwing purposes. Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 20:43 on Nov 28, 2018 |
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Ark The guards choose to ignore your grunt-question, only continuing to give you the stink-eye. Unsurprisingly, being a tiefling with bat-wings doesn't make you popular with guards, even if you didn't do anything to them (yet). Marbles An old main's voice coming from Marble's mouth startles one of the guards a bit. The other ones try to keep themselves as stoic as possible, but you know a couple of them can't help but watch you and your tricks.
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Earl Kettler HP: 31/31 AC: 12 HD: 4/4d8 Spell Slots: 4/3 Earl approaches each one of his fated companions and introduces himself, extending a hand and shaking the hands of any who return the gesture. After individual introductions, he speaks to the group as he approaches the "armory". "Howdy there, my name is Earl. Look like y'all be the ones that got stuck with me this time. Don't worry though, I've learned a bit from the last getup, I'm sure I'll get farther this go about." He puts on the suit of rags and picks up the greataxe, but instead of giving it a couple trial swings as one might expect he points it towards the ground and jams it in to the soil like a shovel, planting his heel on the flat bottom of the head, making decent progress. "Guess this'll do for now" he says as picks the axe back up and walks over to the guards to stand with the rest. quote:Earl Kettler Reik fucked around with this message at 17:49 on Nov 17, 2018 |
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Broken Spire Arena's Armory - Curst - The Outlands Soon after the combatants are ready and armored you hear a ridiculously loud sound of metal plates clanking together down the hallway. "Oh, here he comes now." one of the guards say, as they shuffle to stand at attention. A massive plated juggernaut of a warrior barely fits through the door and barges in. You cannot even begin to guess what sort of creature could be inside such a thing. Shuffling behind it, a small construct of some sort appears and begins to scope out the party. When it stares at each party member sounds of machinery working spill out *BRRRRRR* *WHIRRR*, and a piece of parchment spills out from his chest, his small hands catching them before it drops to the ground. Before you can ask what's going, a booming voice comes from the helmet of the creature in front of you, his hand not holding the glaive gesticulating wildly. "REBORN OF HOAR!!! YOU WHO TASTED THE BITTERNESS OF BETRAYAL AND INJUSTICE!!!! YOU WHO DIED AND HAVE RISEN AGAIN IN THE OUTLANDS, THIRSTY FOR RETRIBUTION!!! TODAY YOU WILL SHOW THE DOOMBRINGER IF YOU WERE WORTHY OF BEING SAVED!!! TODAY YOU FIGHT IN THE BROKEN SPIRE ARENA!!!! PREPARE YOURSELVES AND FOLLOW ME!!!!" It begins to turn around towards the armory's exit, the idea that you would have questions about the situation not even passing through his head.
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Earl Kettler When the armored figure and nightmare dot matrix printer come out, Earl turns to the group with his mouth agape and tries to subtlety point at them, conveying something like "Are you guys seeing this?" He appears genuinely tickled by the situation you've found yourselves in. Reik fucked around with this message at 02:52 on Nov 12, 2018 |
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Ark "Name's Arkane. Not that it's going to be of use, pretty likely they expect us to die in the next hour or so." Ark says to the others with a grim tone before the Modron and the armored figure enter the room, sneering upon hearing the construct's speech. "All right rustbucket. We'll make a good loving show for the Doombringer. It's better for it to be ready to pay the price for the entertainment though."
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Arcturus Solar Grabbing a handful of daggers as a backup, Arcturus follows the massive warrior in silence, teeth bared and eyes straight ahead. It disgusted him beyond measure to be a puppet, but he could not lie to himself: he wanted revenge. Badly. In the name of Good, of course.
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Marbles AC 14 | HP 24/24 | Spell Slots: 3 At the sudden loud voice emanating from the armored knight, Marbles jumps, his juggled daggers clattering to the ground. Picking them up hastily, he glares at the knight, then follows. "YOU WERE WORTHY OF BEING SAVED!!" the knight's voice comes back at him from the small crow, followed again by the earlier sound of the older man's voice, "Marbles is a good bird." The odd gait of his clawed feet doesn't seem to slow him down in the slightest, as he hops forward and inspects the little construct with a curious coo, echoing the strange thing's mechanical noises back at him as he pokes it with an inquisitive finger.
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The Emissary AC: 12 | HP 26/26 | SP 4/4 | Spells 4/3 The Emissary glances at the two creatures as they approach, before locking her glowing white stare on the smaller, cubed one. "If I had seen this when I arrived, I believe I would have had more specific questions." As the booming voice begins to recite its lines, she turns her attention to it, patiently raising a hand and waiting to be addressed. This hand slowly lowers over the course of the speech. A fleeting look of discomposure crosses her face as justice, betrayal and retribution are mentioned, reminding her briefly of the actual, hateful specifics of her death. Whatever impassioned plea she had planned for the Hoarite suddenly felt a little hollow. The Emissary grips her dagger a little more ably.
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Dagat Tuth HP: 36/36 AC: 17 HD: 4/4d10 SD: 4/4d8 Save DC: 13 There wasn't much to do but follow the slab of a being and the odd creature accompanying it, but Dagat had been promised a talking to rather than a yelling at, so he took a shot in the dark and spoke at the retreating machine "This Hoar is a foreign name to me. Have we simply been plucked away from our final rest to prove ourselves worthy of pursuing tasks unrelated to our vengeance? Or does this giver of life intend on aiding us in sating this thirst should we be found acceptable?" His glare lingered on the back of the whirring creature for a time, but eventually came to rest on its bodyguard. If the creature was too terse to respond, perhaps its keeper would have some answers.
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Broken Spire Arena's Corridor, heading to the arena elevator. The juggernaut glances back at Ark's after his comment before continuing on. "HMPH! YES, THERE IS A SUITABLE REWARD IF YOU'RE VICTORIOUS, FIENDBLOOD, IF THAT IS YOUR ONLY INTEREST... BEING ALLOWED TO SHOW VICTORY TOWARD HOAR AFTER HIS GIFT SHOULD BE REWARD ENOUGH, BUT I DON'T MAKE THE RULES. WHY, WHEN I WAS A HUMBLE EXECUTIO-" His rambling is cut short by Marble's almost-perfect imitation of his voice, which startles him. Both he and the construct look back at the kenku. "HOW DID YOU- OH NO" he says as he looks down as the modron moves up to Marbles and then stay right at his side. "GREAT, IT NOW THINKS YOU ARE ANOTHER ME. DO NOT CONFUSE THE DUODRONE FURTHER THEY CAN'T HANDLE COMPLEX SITUATIONS." It then keeps going between the two masters, his Mindlessly Tagging Along protocols being perfectly divided between them. Dagat's comment doesn't phase the juggernaut. "I AM NOT SURPRISED. EVEN IN MY HOME PLANE HIS WORSHIP WASN'T WELL KNOW. THE DETAILS YOU DESIRE SHALL BE REVEALED IN THE FUTURE, BUT TRUST IN THE DOOMBRINGER IF YOU DESIRE VENGEANCE!" I'll move forward later tonight or tomorrow, want to give a chance for people to post if they want.
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Marbles AC 14 | HP 24/24 | Spell Slots: 3 Marbles lets out a clicking bird-laugh, perfectly pleased with his new mechanical companion. Petting the duodrone on the head and following along for a little while longer, he eventually points at the armored man. "OH NO. DO NOT CONFUSE THE DUODRONE FURTHER." he echoes, seeming perhaps the only one among the Reborn that was now pretty happy with himself, despite the gloomy environs. "I DON'T MAKE THE RULES."
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Earl Kettler HP: 31/31 AC: 12 HD: 4/4d8 Spell Slots: 4/3 Earl is very amused by Marble's antics, and uses it as an icebreaker to start asking questions of the armored figure, but his questions quickly devolve in to rambling. "Are you sure it's that Hoar guy that brought me back? I'm pretty sure it was Kelemvor.. He's got pretty big plans for me that one. Maybe he ordered Hoar to do it for him? Does Hoar work for him? Do you work for him? Have you met him? I've never met him."
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The Emissary AC: 12 | HP 26/26 | SP 4/4 | Spells 4/3 Her manners having just caught up to her, The Emissary waits for a break in Earl's interrogation to tap the large creature on the arm and ask, as if were the most important question she'd ever had, "What may we call you?"
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Earl Kettler "SILENCE!!! BY THE GODS MAN, DO YOU LISTEN TO YOURSELF? SAVE YOUR QUESTIONS FOR LATER! YOU CALL YOURSELF A CHOSEN OF THE LORD OF THE DEAD? WHEN YOU MEET MY LORD, OCTAVIMUS, *THEN* YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHAT A CHOSEN IS LIKE." The Emissary At the question, the warrior turns around, makes his free hand into a fist and slams it hard against his chest. The reverberations of the impact echo through the corridor and make the party's teeth tingle. "I AM HULDRAK, RIGHT-HAND OF LORD OCTAVIMUS, CHOSEN OF HOAR AND FAIR RULER OF CURST. I SERVE AS HIS TOOL OF VIOLENCE, MASSACRING ANYONE WHO DARES TO ESCAPE JUSTICE. MY GLAIVE BROUGHT DOWN THE DRAGON MALDRAEDIOR AND THE HOUSEHOLD OF RAVENCREST OF NEVERWINTER!"
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Arcturus Solar Arcturus leans against the wall to wait for Huldrak to get back on track, muttering something like "And they said I yelled too much" as he does. For a so-called mighty Chosen of Hoar, he was certainly easy to distract. Maybe that would be useful later. As would the uncanny mimicry of that kenku.
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Ark "loving hell, when will our gladiator match start? I'd rather fight a dragon myself rather than to keep hearing this big lug's shouts."
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When the party and Huldrak finally begin to approach the rustic-looking elevator to the arena, you can already hear the shouts from the crowd coming from above. Two guards open the metal doors to the cage you six will walk inside. Huldrak turns to face the party again, and this time he grabs the duodrone with his free hand, so it can't follow Marbles to battle. "YOU STAY WITH ME, UNIT X78IUQ." He then clears his throat. "THE TWO YOU ARE ABOUT TO FACE REPRESENTS JUST A TASTE OF THE THREATS YOU'LL FACE IN THE CENTER OF THE MULTIVERSE. ONE TURNED MAD FROM THE INJUSTICE THAT HAPPENED TO HIS DRUID CIRCLE, AND ANOTHER THAT LEFT A TRAIL OF BLOODSHED IN SIGIL'S LOWER WARD. TAKE YOUR LESSONS FROM IT AS YOU PROVE YOURSELVES TO HOAR. I SAY NO MORE." and surprisingly he keeps to his word, and your eardrums breathe with relief. After the last member enters the elevator cage, the door is shut down behind them. Gears begin to grind as the cage is pulled up, above you see the daylight for the first time in awhile. Another booming voice comes from above. "AND NOW, THE EVENT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR! CAN THE REBORN OF HOAR SURVIVE AND SEIZE VICTORY AGAINST ALL ODDS? OR WILL THEY BE *SLAUGHTERED* BY THE DEADLIEST SCUM IMMAGINABLE TODAY? ONLY HERE! IN THE BROKEN SPIRE ARENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" With a *CLANK* the platform reaches the arena floor, and you can breathe relatively pure air for once. The crowd surrounding the ring all scream obscenities at the top of their lungs. Humans, elves, outsiders of all types and even a few abishai can be seen. The battleground in front of you is rustic as you expect, traces of blood and gore taints stone and sand. Pits and pillars are scattered across it. Two shapes come out of the opposing side platform, a human of immense size wielding a cruel-looking cleaver and a grappling hook attached to some mechanism at his back. "Would you look at that! I'll have turtle AND bird meat for tonight! Gahahahahahahaa!!" he proclaims, licking his cleaver. At his side a humanoid shape covered in flames floats forward. The blazes make it hard to see what is it, but the vaguely shaped ears make it seem some sort of elf. "EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE INVADERS SHALL BUUUUUUUUURN!" comes a distorted voice from within the shape. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grey squares are pillars you can take cover behind If you fall into a spiky pitfall you take 10 damage and must spend half your speed in getting out from it BLOCK INITIATIVE: PLAYERS - 19 ENEMIES - 17 code:
Players have the initiative, and however posts first goes first Use orokos for rolls frajaq fucked around with this message at 19:17 on Nov 13, 2018 |
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Earl Kettler Earl looks towards Dagat and Marbles and attempts to assuage any fear created by the threat of the giant humanoid with the cleaver. "I'm pretty sure that guy doesn't even know how to cook." He then pulls out his roughly hewn holy symbol of Kelemvor and mutters a short prayer. "Kelemvor, I'm pretty sure we're not s'posed to die here, so if you could help us out that would be great." Earl casts Bless with a first level spell slot, targeting Dagat, Marbles, and himself. He then moves forward 30 feet to square i6. quote:Spell Slots Remaining: Reik fucked around with this message at 19:46 on Nov 13, 2018 |
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Dagat Tuth HP: 36/36 AC: 17 HD: 4/4d10 SD: 4/4d8 Save DC: 13 Dagat gives Earl a small nod of appreciation as the power of a foreign god flooded into him. "I'm certain I could teach him a thing or two about the kitchen. As it is he'll have to learn a harder lesson first." While the enemy force was still quite a ways off, Dagat was not prone to fits of being brash. The presence of pits in combination with the beefy one's hooked mechanism was worrying. The flaming man was almost certainly a caster, and if sparring with the Talagain shamans had taught him anything, it was to be wary around those who could shape magic. Nerves rightfully on edge, Dagat stalked off toward the side of the arena, a trident clutched tightly in his dominant hand. quote:Move: Advancing 30' to i0 Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 20:26 on Nov 13, 2018 |
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The Emissary AC: In the middle of the introductions, The Emissary mumbles a few arcane words and is covered by a white-blue shimmer that originates in her gesturing hands and races across her form, fading behind itself as soon as it appears. "The large one seems intent on eating us" she says to no one in particular, quickly overcoming a fleeting moral compunction she had against fighting in gladitorial combat. As the match begins, she rushes out with the others and presses against a nearby pillar. quote:Action: Cast Mage Armor on Self
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Marbles AC 14 | HP 24/24 | Spell Slots: 3 Flipping one of his knives in his hand as a few of his companions move out, Marbles scurries behind the tortle and safely hides behind the pillar. "SEIZE VICTORY AGAINST ALL ODDS!" he echoes to his companions in the announcer's voice, hoping to inspire them a little. Move: G2 Action: Dodge (attack rolls vs me have disadvantage, I have advantage on Dex saves)
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Arcturus Solar AC 13 | HP 36/36 | Spell Slots 2/3 A monster and a madman? A fitting challenge, and both worthy of destruction. Arcturus had secretly worried that they would face enemies whose deaths would be less... justifiable. He reaches up and grasps the icon of the Silver Flame that hangs from his neck. The servant of Kelemvor had the right idea; this was a battle in need of divine assistance. He bellows "IN THE NAME OF THE SILVER FLAME, I BLESS YOU! NOW: WE CRUSH THESE SLAVES TO DARKNESS!", then shoulders his greataxe and charges into cover. quote:Action: Cast Bless on self, Ark, and Emissary.
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Ark AC 13 | HP 31/31 | Spell Slots 2/3 "I'll be sure to give the fat rear end there a fine serving of lead. But first things first." Ark grumbles as he points towards Arcturus, his hand glowing as a shield of light forms around his body. He then moves south towards the pillars. Move: To F9 Action: Casting Shield of Faith on Arcturus.
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Butcher The serial killer starts whirling his hook in the air as he strides forward. "Well, if you all gonna hide... guess I'm gonna have to start with something ELSE!" The hook flies lightning-fast towards Earl, but lucky for the cleric it glances off at a one of the few pieces of plate in his gladiator gear. "GAAAAAAAAhhh!" it screams in frustration, as the crowd begins to laugh at him. quote:Move: t4 Ranthir The scorched druid slowly floats forward and from his right hand, two bolts of flame fire towards Earl and Dagat. The cleric manages to avoid it yet again, but the tortle is scorched right in the chest. Glancing at Arkane and Emissary's position, he raises his left hand and a ball of fire appears far above them. "Nowhere to hide." quote:Move: t8 code:
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Dagat Tuth HP: 36/36 AC: 17 HD: 4/4d10 SD: 3/4d8 Save DC: 13 Wiping the soot from his shell, Dagat simply gives an unimpressed shake of the head as he continues to steadily advance along the arena, wall at his side. Giving the lone trident he'd grabbed another heft to test the balance, Dagat gives it his all and hurls the poorly balanced weapon in answer to the Butcher's attack on Earl. It was a close thing, but the prongs manage to find a bit of exposed flesh nonetheless. quote:Move: Advancing to o0
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Arcturus Solar AC 15 (+2 Shield of Faith) | HP 36/36 | Spell Slots 2/3 Arcturus strides out of cover, greataxe still resting on his shoulder. As he approaches his two foes, his eyes brighten into blazing orange lamps and a hazy halo of light forms above his head. He radiates fury and menace. When he speaks, his voice reverberates through the arena like thunder. "YOU FACE A TEMPLAR OF THE SILVER FLAME, MONSTER. I WILL HACK YOU APART PIECE BY PIECE, AND YOUR VICTIMS WILL KNOW VENGEANCE. NOR ARE YOU FORGOTTEN, DRUID; I WILL END YOUR SUFFERING SOON ENOUGH. FACE ME, AND KNOW FEAR." Both enemies are within 6 squares of my final location, so I'm activating my Conquering Presence targeting both of them. "As an action, you force each creature of your choice that you can see within 30 feet of you to make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, a creature becomes frightened of you for 1 minute. The frightened creature can repeat this saving throw at the end of each of its turns, ending the effect on itself on a success." If nothing else hopefully I'll burn half of their auto-passes. quote:Move: N2
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# ? Nov 14, 2018 02:30 |
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Earl Kettler Deciding that the Butcher in front of him should lose his lunch, as his lunch most likely consists of the corpses of slain individuals that were not properly put to rest, Earl channels negative energy through his holy symbol and extends a hand towards the Butcher. A sickly viridian beam shoots forth and hits the target in his bulbous belly, turning the skin around the affected site green. Earl then turn towards back towards his allies to warn them about being pulled in by the hook he narrowily avoided. "Hey guys you might want to, oh..." However, Earl realizes he's the last horse to cross the finish line when he sees the rest of his newfound companions have already taken cover. quote:Move: Advancing to l5. Reik fucked around with this message at 03:27 on Nov 14, 2018 |
# ? Nov 14, 2018 02:46 |
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Ark AC 13 | HP 31/31 | Spell Slots 2/3 Ark grunts as he leaves cover, moving next to Kettler before grabbing his large cannon and shooting it towards the flame elementalist, the bullet crackling through the sky before it pierces its mark. "Casters, always got to snipe them first." He says with a deadpan tone. quote:Move: To I6 Plutonis fucked around with this message at 03:34 on Nov 14, 2018 |
# ? Nov 14, 2018 03:29 |
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The Emissary AC 15 | HP 26/26 | SP 2/4 | Spells 3/2 | Spell Save DC 14 While running to the opposite pillar, The Emissary's left hand glows with a crackling magical energy. Passing her right hand over it, she seems to pull a long, thin thread of the energy out, before balling up her fist in an exaggerated grabbing motion. For the first time since meeting her, you hear The Emissary raise her voice, and feel it reverberate through the arena floor. "REMAIN STILL, BRUTES!" The Emissary is twin casting Hold Person - The target(s) must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or be paralyzed for the duration. At the end of each of [their] turns, the target(s) can make another Wisdom saving throw. On a success, the spell ends on the target. Requires concentration, lasts up to a minute. quote:Move: to H3 Not Operator fucked around with this message at 17:16 on Nov 17, 2018 |
# ? Nov 14, 2018 10:10 |
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Marbles AC 14 | HP 24/24 | Spell Slots: 3 | Spell Save: 12 Watching the hook fortunately bounce off the good man's armor, Marbles decides it's time to shut up for once. The kenku scurries across the battlefield as the others make their attacks, hoping to slip by unnoticed in the skirmish. Move: M0 Action: Dash to S0 Bonus Action: Cunning Action to Hide at 1d20+6=17.
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# ? Nov 14, 2018 12:22 |
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Both pass Arcturus DC Butcher fails Earl DC, burns a save throw Ranthir fails Emissary DC, burns a save throw Butcher The serial killer starts to get angry now, he looks at Earl, thinking to get revenge from his negative energy ray, but after The Emissary displays her arcane power he changes his mind. He begins whirling his hook in the air and walks right in front of the pit nearby. "...and just what are you trying to do, LITTLE GIRL????" The hook flies at the half-elf and nails it in her thigh, a cruel smile flashes in his face as the mechanical contraption and his immense strength work together to violently pull the Sorcerer toward him. She slams against his body before falling down into the spiky pitfall, arms and legs pierced by the spears stuck to the ground. The crowd roars in excitement and begins to cheer for the Butcher this time, and even the announcer joins in "UNBELIEVABLE!!!!! DID THE ONE AND ONLY BUTCHER SCORE AN ENVIRONMENTAL KILL???? THIS IS GETTING EXCITING!!!!!!" quote:Move: s5 Ranthir The mad druid, hurt for once from Arkane's shot, begins to maneuver away from the fight, while still firing bolts at Arkane, Earl and Arcturus, with only the Kelemvor cleric being scorched hard in his chest. "Little by little, all will be turned into ash.... he says, summoning a firey-ball above the tiefling and the cleric once again. quote:Move: p10 code:
frajaq fucked around with this message at 13:51 on Nov 14, 2018 |
# ? Nov 14, 2018 13:35 |
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Dagat Tuth HP: 36/36 AC: 17 HD: 4/4d10 SD: 1/4d8 Save DC: 13 Second Wind: Used Action Surge: Used As the Emissary is dragged off into a pit, Dagat gives an annoyed grunt. It was bad taste to offer protection only to see your charge struck within moments. Gripping the pitted greataxe with both of his hands, the lumbering tortle charged in, sweeping behind the butcher, and took a pair of chops with the intent of hamstringing the brute. quote:Move: Dagat advances 25' to t5
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# ? Nov 14, 2018 14:03 |
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Marbles AC 14 | HP 24/24 | Spell Slots: 3 | Spell Save: 12 Peeking around the corner of the pillar, Marbles flings a knife with surprising accuracy into the butcher's shoulder; but when the monstrous man looks around to see where it came from, the bird has already disappeared again. Move: 10ft to R2 Action: Throw a dagger at the Butcher for 1d20+6+1d5=18. Hit for 1d4+2d6+4=10 damage. Move: 15ft to T0 Bonus Action: Cunning Action to Hide at 1d20+6=22.
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# ? Nov 14, 2018 14:26 |
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Ark AC 13 | HP 31/31 | Spell Slots 2/3 Away from the pit it is, Ark thinks to himself as he leaps backwards, his wings flapping on the distance as he shoots again at the druid, missing him by a wide mark as the shoddily made weapon snaps in half the second it shoots. "Arse!" quote:Move: J6
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