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Post by Stix on Jul 2, 2009 8:36:29 GMT -5
"You get your wish. You're fighting Abyss-spawn tonight," Ghour says to John with a grin. The burly orc glances over the Taker's shoulder to watch the nearly-naked combatants in the ring lay into one another with knives. There's little technique to the fight, just two untrained combatants, a half-elf and a tiefling, caught up in protecting their throats and vitals while trading wounds, hoping the other bleeds out first. What is lacked in style is compensated for in red, weeping wounds, and the crowd is no less appreciative.
"He ain't a full-blooded fiend -- none of those left at Purple rank -- but he's every bit as piked-off as a tanar'ri on Avernus. One of Corlinn's berks." Ghour points out a figure standing hard at the side of the ring, leaning in and trying not to indulge his urge to slaughter both hapless sods. His armaments evoke demonic imagery, from his blood-colored plated mail to the two-tined military fork in his hand. His face is concealed by a fiendish mempo mask, and from under his great helm protrude two very real upward-curving ivory horns. What little exposed flesh he shows sports a coat of mangy and bristling black fur. "His name's long... Mahaka-something... Makapa-... you don't need to know his name. He'll be a Mahaka-deader soon." From his pleased look, that may be the wittiest thing Ghour has ever said.
Across the ring from the armored tiefling stands a large group of thugs [Jiring Callerin, who John defeated in his first fight and who defeated Nuuko in first blood, is among them], between twenty and thirty in all, most of them humans and tieflings, all of them similarly armored in gray-beige spiked leather. Roughly at their center is an individual out of place in such a rough environment: a finely-groomed and well-dressed human, five and a half feet tall, with a lean and muscular build. He's approaching middle age, from the look of him, but his neatly-kept beard and hair are a rich brown with no trace of gray.
Ghour spots the gentleman and his entourage just as John does. "Looks like Tanner decided to come out tonight. And he brought his honor guard."
(Local History/Heraldry checks may be made to recognize the group or know it by reputation.)
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Post by john on Jul 8, 2009 4:03:20 GMT -5
[dice=20][rand=183192894438312219507399491103783410117914383168467761761125004]
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Post by john on Jul 8, 2009 15:37:43 GMT -5
"Tanner. Sweet William. " *his eyes narrow to slits* "A powerful man to be coming here. What do you think he wants? Aside from a show."
John will briefly pick out Jiring and give him a pointed look, more indicating he remembers him and how he cut him down in the pit rather than anything specific.
He queries ghor regarding mahaka, "Do I need any magic for my blade to properly kill him? Better to know now and pay a spellslinger than be stuck in the ring and unable to harm him." He pauses, putting his nailbitten fingers behind his back, rubbing them against one another and continues, "And who's the favorite tonight?"
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Post by Stix on Jul 9, 2009 8:40:25 GMT -5
"Tanner. Sweet William. " *his eyes narrow to slits* "A powerful man to be coming here. What do you think he wants? Aside from a show." Ghour shrugs his massive shoulders listlessly, turning back to the masked tiefling. He queries ghor regarding mahaka, "Do I need any magic for my blade to properly kill him? Better to know now and pay a spellslinger than be stuck in the ring and unable to harm him." " The trouble ain't bleedin' him, it's killin' him. He drugs himself mad before a fight so pain don't bother him, an' then he fights like a fhorge. This is the first time I'll see him fight man-to-man, his other scraps have been three- and four-man bouts, and he's come out on top each time, even when the other berks stood against him together." He pauses, putting his nailbitten fingers behind his back, rubbing them against one another and continues, "And who's the favorite tonight?" " My jink's on you, Sekwaska, Tep-em-Kau, and some new berk that Xian Sen couldn't stop rattling his bone-box about." |
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Post by john on Jul 9, 2009 9:16:19 GMT -5
John nods, and says, "Right, so bleeding him don't work. I'll concentrate on cutting parts off then. He should be less aggressive minus a leg or an arm... or a head." John pauses, a nasty little smile passing across his face, under the vulture-helm.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 9, 2009 12:59:36 GMT -5
Approximately a month has passed since the Athasian first stepped into the ring. Though he hadn't fought again, he spent a few random evenings watching the fights and the fighters. Tonight seems like a good night for another round. A real arena combat this time. It's not who bleeds first that matters so much as who bleeds most.
The lanky elf steps in off the Hive Ward street and looks around, mostly over the heads of the other fighters and spectators. His bone bow and quivers of strange black arrows are notably absent. A glance at the main ring is cut short by a derisive snort as Nuuko turns his head away from the unskilled combatants looking instead for a particular individual. His gaze falls on the immaculately dressed human surrounded by the group of thugs, including the one that bested him in his first match. After resting his eyes on the clearly wealthy man for a few fleeting moment, the Prime continues searching the crowd for his sponsor.
After some minutes navigating the crowds he finally spots Aven. Approaching the tall-for-a-human fight-broker, Nuuko nods a greeting and cuts right to the chase. "I'm ready to step back in the ring, and no more of this first to bleed nonsense. I want a real arena fight."
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Post by john on Jul 9, 2009 15:43:26 GMT -5
John will favor Nuuko with a brief nod, trying to maintain his reserve as much as possible while playing the role of the taker of blood. He takes note of the lack of bow and arrow with suprise, however, and he watches him talk to Aven.
"Ghour. What of the other sponsors here? I'm quite happy with you, and I'm not going anyplace... but I want to know which ones are liable to try cheating tricks against us." John speaks with a matter of fact tone, and with his usual honesty, for he has no desire to move from his given sponsor at all, merely idle curiousity and a bit of worry about the other sponsors. Ghour has always been straight with him, and what passes for gratitude in the Taker's withered little heart has continued.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 9, 2009 16:14:42 GMT -5
Catching John's nod - and the surprised look - Nuuko returns the acknowledging gesture; his face as inexpressive as the Taker's vulture-beaked helm.
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Post by Stix on Jul 10, 2009 13:49:02 GMT -5
After some minutes navigating the crowds he finally spots Aven. Approaching the tall-for-a-human fight-broker, Nuuko nods a greeting and cuts right to the chase. The Sensate is dressed tonight in simple black, accented by red silk and a green steel scimitar. He regards Nuuko in kind with a nod. " I'm ready to step back in the ring, and no more of this first to bleed nonsense. I want a real arena fight." " To the last! Alright, basher, I'll oblige," he says through a faint smile, looking disinterestedly on the current fight between amateurs. " I'll find you someone at greens and we'll have you in the ring within the hour." "Ghour. What of the other sponsors here? I'm quite happy with you, and I'm not going anyplace... but I want to know which ones are liable to try cheating tricks against us." " Corlinn's berks fight dirty, but that's not a crime, just a good show. And that gith bitch, Iljen, always has spellslingers around, but she's never used 'em in the middle of a fight -- not that anybody's ever caught. The real spiv is Dhabrit. He's a tiefling, and it shows." In distaste, Ghour spits out of the corner of his mouth onto the shoe of another spectator, whose initial anger quickly wanes as he takes in the full scale of the orc. The promoter fails to even notice him. " He works with Jiring and Tep-em-Kau. He meddles in berks' minds, so don't let him talk to you before the fight or he'll peel you all the way into the dead-book. Never bet against his man in first blood... they always win." The two combatants, exhausted from blood loss, collide with one another in an attempt to grapple. The tiefling plants his knife in the half-elf’s back, and no sooner does the berk collapse than John’s opponent steps into the ring, shouting in one of the many tongues of the Abyss, pointing at the dying man and shooing him out of the ring, pounding the butt of his polearm on the unwashed floor. A slender, red-haired human woman in the colors of the Xaositects pushes through the crowd, wheeling a pair of copper kettle drums to ringside. With mallets in hands, she watches to see who else enters the ring as the staff pulls the deader and the worn-out fiendling from the bloody ring. " Live, kill, and profit," Ghour commands, clapping the Taker on the shoulder and giving him a gentle (for an overmuscled orc) push toward the circle, through the ecstatic crowd. |
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Post by john on Jul 10, 2009 16:34:34 GMT -5
John steps into the circle, taking the bastard sword into his left hand, his shield into the right, feeling the need for a little extra protection against the polearm-wielding berserk. He'll begin the fight conservatively, circling him, never locking eyes, watching the movement of his foe's body.
When the battle is joined in earnest, john will hesitate a moment, feigning a weakness in his right leg's stance, trying to trick the brute into taking the bait, then barge his shield around in an intercepting motion while he brings the clear bastard sword in for a thrust at Mahaka.
[dice=10]
init
[dice=20]
Dirty fighting int check
[dice=20] first attack
[dice=20] second attack.
[rand=3155790676217656666388573302025769607098495869145599127517266348]
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Post by john on Jul 10, 2009 16:38:13 GMT -5
THACO is 8 with bastard sword.
Adjusted init from bastard sword is 14, most likely made dirty fighting check, first attack hit an AC of.... 3
Second attack hit an ac of -11 or so.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 10, 2009 22:27:32 GMT -5
The Sensate is dressed tonight in simple black, accented by red silk and a green steel scimitar. He regards Nuuko in kind with a nod. " To the last! Alright, basher, I'll oblige," he says through a faint smile, looking disinterestedly on the current fight between amateurs. " I'll find you someone at greens and we'll have you in the ring within the hour." With a nod Nuuko replies, " I shouldn't be hard to find." The two combatants, exhausted from blood loss, collide with one another in an attempt to grapple. The tiefling plants his knife in the half-elf’s back, and no sooner does the berk collapse than John’s opponent steps into the ring, shouting in one of the many tongues of the Abyss, pointing at the dying man and shooing him out of the ring, pounding the butt of his polearm on the unwashed floor. A slender, red-haired human woman in the colors of the Xaositects pushes through the crowd, wheeling a pair of copper kettle drums to ringside. With mallets in hands, she watches to see who else enters the ring as the staff pulls the deader and the worn-out fiendling from the bloody ring. " Live, kill, and profit," Ghour commands, clapping the Taker on the shoulder and giving him a gentle (for an overmuscled orc) push toward the circle, through the ecstatic crowd. As the two unskilled fighters finally draw their bloody contest to an end, the tall Prime doesn't have to wait to find out whether the next battle will be worth watching. Seeing the demon-guised fighter impatiently pounding the floor, Nuuko cranes his neck to see who'll stand against the imposing brute. When he sees John approaching the opposite end of the ring the lanky elf calls back over his shoulder to Aven, " this'll be a fight to watch!" The Godsman makes his way as close as possible to the ring's side to watch the impending duel. |
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Post by Stix on Jul 11, 2009 18:34:59 GMT -5
Wisdom -2 to avoid dirty fighting: 8 or less
[dice=20][rand=330940670105223209788199960282551434298895867210417697385783682462]
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Post by john on Jul 11, 2009 21:12:45 GMT -5
[dice=8+6] damage is unupgraded then... should probably be one hit unless the other attack connected. [rand=1609491769982478455306094546848294399212285839122629299605510984]
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Post by Stix on Jul 12, 2009 1:53:58 GMT -5
(Dirty Fighting can be used to gain a +1 bonus to initiative or the first attack or damage roll you make -- or to inflict a -1 penalty to your targeted opponent's initiative, first attack or first damage roll. The opponent can try to see it coming with a Wisdom -2 check; each successive attempt at Dirty Fighting gives a +2 to that check. If the Wisdom check total becomes 20 or more, the proficiency automatically fails.) damage is unupgraded then... should probably be one hit unless the other attack connected. (Don't forget the +3 from Mastery.) The Xaositect begins pounding away, weaving her mallets in erratic motions between drumbeats. The drumming starts slowly, but builds in both pace and volume as the warriors clash. (For the first six rounds of the fight, both fighters gain +1 to all attack rolls.) Mahakashapa wastes no time in closing with John as soon as the line is crossed; over both the pounding drums and the roaring crowd he belts out a devil-shriek of savagery, fighting with abandon. THAC0 16 AC -2 (3 Plated Mail, -2 Tough Flesh, -3 Dex, -2 drugs) Initiative (+7 Military Fork, -3 Style Specialization, -2 drugs) [dice=10+2] Attack #1 (+1 Strength, +1 Specialization, +1 berserk, +1 music) [dice=20+4] Attack #2 [dice=20+4] [rand=18348268105021137899670512089511129668330204787328535662927687963] |
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Post by Stix on Jul 12, 2009 1:56:34 GMT -5
(If I'm not mistaken, John is AC 3 -- Splint Armor and Shield. Is that right?)
Damage #1 (+1 Strength, +2 Specialization, +3 berserk, +1 war cry)
[dice=8+7]
Damage #2 (+1 Strength, +2 Specialization, +3 berserk)
[dice=8+6]
[rand=6374027285805581199562809905805660270041568673898845103150507065788]
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Post by john on Jul 12, 2009 2:47:48 GMT -5
John is hammered by the strikes, but snarls defiantly, a better swordsman than the beast before him, trying to end the fight quickly though, realzing how strong this being before him is. He unleashes a high-line blow across the neck of the drug-addled devil, and then a backhanded slash across the thighs, trying to bleed him quickly.
[dice=20]
[dice=20][rand=713856120030349939646280662865907857835413623699633011733446123237]
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Post by john on Jul 12, 2009 2:50:18 GMT -5
John's eyes widen, as both his blows are warded off, and he doesn't feel fear, exactly, more a grim certainty the sheer danger he is in, now, and his eyes narrow within his helm, hoping that demon guised beast is unable to press his advantage.
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Post by Stix on Jul 12, 2009 12:21:27 GMT -5
(Hit locations)
Mahakashapa's wound
[dice=10]
John's wounds
[dice=10][dice=10][rand=0525673290843377445532549338678646026755556639849551648977526983]
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Post by Stix on Jul 12, 2009 12:26:58 GMT -5
(O...kay, looks like everyone's injuries so far are to the left leg. Random.)
Mahakashapa flashes a crooked grin of yellow fangs behind his mask, reveling in the bloodshed and the pain of his own injury, muted though it is by the heady cocktail of rage and stimulants.
THAC0 16
AC -4 (3 Plated Mail, -2 Tough Flesh, -3 Dex, -2 drugs)
Initiative (+7 Military Fork, -3 Style Specialization, -2 drugs)
[dice=10+2]
Attack #1 (+1 Strength, +1 Specialization, +1 berserk, +1 music)
[dice=20+4][rand=30393458313689103397021440118997173774940784753957032670460715126]
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