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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Apr 20, 2008 19:53:59 GMT -5
Enraged by Kaschimalli's attempt to drag her down, and being the first to draw blood - that was her trademark! - Quicksilver lunges forward with a savage jab to his unguarded flank... Attack of Opportunity [dice=20] +11 Damage [if applicable] [dice=4] +4 +[dice=6] [if applicable] [Stix, I was going through Silver's character sheet when I noticed that she inflicts 1d6 with unarmed attack. Does this improve her gauntlet damage at all? I'm not overly familiar with the rules myself.  ][rand=85055666569175165536365646289043165283389741002659548959168478582] |
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Post by Stix on Apr 24, 2008 17:16:36 GMT -5
[Stix, I was going through Silver's character sheet when I noticed that she inflicts 1d6 with unarmed attack. Does this improve her gauntlet damage at all? I'm not overly familiar with the rules myself. ] (With any punching weapon, Silver can choose to deal her 1d6 unarmed damage or the weapon damage.) (Don't forget: Xianna and Quicksilver still have their normal actions for the round. Attacks of Opportunity are free shots that happen outside initiative order.) Quicksilver hit location [dice=10][rand=2927019875113107724927321235324969885675475586453216509551438188] |
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Post by Stix on Apr 24, 2008 17:22:28 GMT -5
(Forgot Kaschimalli's damage roll.) [dice=8+4] (Edited because I also forgot the hit location roll.  ) [dice=10][rand=4385117008386062446781567832897724229049292281645884453012506636] |
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Post by artemis on Apr 28, 2008 11:40:42 GMT -5
After her attack of opportunity, Xianna tries to get another whack at Kaschimalli. She leaves her axe in a protective back arc, anticipating Goled to strike.
init:
[dice=20+4]
to hit:
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location:
[dice=10]
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[dice=6][rand=76532291127280826795906214528952365197811072911709809881198375492]
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Apr 28, 2008 21:10:37 GMT -5
As her first fist strikes home, landing upon the unguarded savage, Quicksilver leaps in again, brutally, savagely, with a flying clenched fist.
Initiative
[dice=20]
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Hit Location [where applicable]
[dice=10]
Damage [where applicable]
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Post by Stix on Apr 30, 2008 23:05:42 GMT -5
Kaschimalli grunts as Xianna's blade slips between the slats of his armor, hitting home in his gut. He takes a gasping breath, letting it out in a heavy moaning sigh as he slumps over backward, the sound of his collapse drowned out by the roaring of the appreciative audience. Goled stands down in a show of sportsmanship, looking to the fallen human with disdain and irritation at another loss. (I'll turn it over to you two to do a little showboating after your victory.  |
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Post by artemis on May 1, 2008 7:55:52 GMT -5
Xianna looks at Quiksilver with a huge grin. Not bad for my first bout, she thinks. She relishes in the applause, raising her weapons triumphantly. She wondered how much jink she would make off this. She was willing to bet Iljen made out like a bandit, who would've thought these two would win? She parades around the ring like a school girl. Then, she stops over Kaschimalli's body, looking for a trophy, a piece of jewelry, or a lock of hair.
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Post by Stix on May 1, 2008 12:04:24 GMT -5
Kaschimalli wears two necklaces: a thin choker of bones strung together, and a leather thong from which hang three maguey thorns.
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Post by artemis on May 1, 2008 14:44:05 GMT -5
Xianna can't help but to reach down and snatch the leather thong from which hang three maguey thorns.
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Post by Stix on May 1, 2008 15:12:57 GMT -5
Goled plods out of the ring as two aides enter to check Kaschimalli for signs of life. "Take yer prize," the one says disinterestedly to Xianna as he begins to wrap the savage's gut wound with a broad, frequently-used-but-seldom-washed bandage.
"Le'ss jus' move him," the other man slurs.
"'E's still alive. Be a disappointment ta lose 'im in 'is first fight."
After a clumsy bandaging, Kaschimalli is moved to one side of the ring and discarded. The crowd makes space for him, but no one moves to his aid.
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Post by exile on May 1, 2008 15:30:35 GMT -5
Away from the heart of the room, Hadrian is oblivious to the activity taking place on the floor but infers from the shouts and calls from the crowd that the fight is over. And what’s more, it would seem his peacocks had won. Draining the remainder of his stout in a swallow, the Bleaker rises from the table and elbows his way up to the bookkeepers. Laying down a grubby ticket on the counter, he demands his winnings in emphatic, if slightly slurred tones.
“I had two-hundred an’ thirty on the ladies, basher. Here’s my slip to prove it.”
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on May 3, 2008 21:57:08 GMT -5
[OOC: Sorry I haven't posted here for a little while. I'll try to get something up in the next few days.  ] |
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on May 4, 2008 21:03:21 GMT -5
Xianna looks at Quiksilver with a huge grin. Not bad for my first bout, she thinks. She relishes in the applause, raising her weapons triumphantly. She wondered how much jink she would make off this. She was willing to bet Iljen made out like a bandit, who would've thought these two would win? She parades around the ring like a school girl. Then, she stops over Kaschimalli's body, looking for a trophy, a piece of jewelry, or a lock of hair. Following Xianna's example, Quicksilver struts about the ring, basking in the applause and yet another victory to tuck under her girdle. She ignores Goled and Kaschimalli, raising her fists, still spattered with the berk's blood, and otherwise showing off. This was more Xianna's triumph than her own, as it was the tiefling's chiv that felled the savage with a well placed jab to the gut. Circling the opposite side of the ring, the admires the feisty chit and thinks to herself. I thin' I've found meself a worthy ally.Sashaying across the ring to her sister-in-arms, twirling and sawying seductively to give all in the audience a clear view of her high cut stylish body leathers, the livid cut across her cleavage, and her firm derriere. "Well, Sister, let's go'n visit Iljen, an' celebrate, aye." She says to Xianna with a grin. |
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Post by Stix on May 8, 2008 11:05:16 GMT -5
“ I had two-hundred an’ thirty on the ladies, basher. Here’s my slip to prove it.” The quadrone bookkeeper opposite the "bar" reviews the slip, then reaches into the compact storage space installed on its side. Its spindly arm comes back to the fore with a small burlap sack in tow. It selects four coins from within before tying it closed and holding it out in offering to the Bleaker. " Ninety-six platinum coins; your winnings." A number of onlookers stare hungrily as Hadrian receives the fantastic sum of money, several years' wages for any two of them put together.... Sashaying across the ring to her sister-in-arms, twirling and sawying seductively to give all in the audience a clear view of her high cut stylish body leathers, the livid cut across her cleavage, and her firm derriere. "Well, Sister, let's go'n visit Iljen, an' celebrate, aye." She says to Xianna with a grin. " That was well-executed." Iljen holds up one finger to stall any boasting or celebration. She turns to Quicksilver. " The whip worked for you this time, but try not to depend on it; time spent fooling around with showmanship is a waste of opportunities to bring down your opponent. I've taught the same lesson to more than one githyanki on Astral raids, and I'd hate for you to learn it the hard way." Not surprising at all that a githzerai would encourage ruthless efficiency; the attitude is a trademark of their race. " I placed a wager on the pair of you, and it's only fair to cut you both in on my winnings. Here's the prize for your fight, and a considerable bonus." She hands over fifteen platinum pieces to each of them. " Get some rest and close your wounds. I'll see you here again in a few weeks." |
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Post by exile on May 9, 2008 22:09:28 GMT -5
The aasimar accepts his winnings and secures the pouch beneath the folds of his cassock, well out of reach of wandering hands. Spinning about on slightly unsteady heels, he forces his way back through the crowds towards the ring. He could feel the tension in the onlookers rising. The ladies had made a lot of betters sore tonight, they had obviously not been favored to win.
A bitter smile played across Hadrian's lips as he envisioned the match drawing closer to the tinderbox. After that, the flames would fan themselves.
Drawing up to the ringside, the aasimar's gaze slid across the parading victors and fell upon the neglected form of the fallen combatant. Hadrian regarded the broken figure without sympathy, but even in his current state he could not quite manage to affect indifference. Striding up to the poor wretch, he planted a boot casually against the man's ribs and nudged him roughly.
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Post by Stix on May 10, 2008 18:12:35 GMT -5
A meager grunt escapes Kaschimalli's throat as he is moved. He's unconscious, but still breathing steadily; it looks like he'll live through the night even if left to his own devices.
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Post by exile on May 12, 2008 21:11:01 GMT -5
The Bleaker offers a grunt of his own in echo of the unconscious fighter. Kaschimalli was fated to live this day, regardless of whether Hadrian decided to lend his hand or stay it. It was perhaps wishful thinking to hope that the wounds he had sustained tonight would serve to deter his return to the ring in the future. Kaschimalli, like many here, would die at the end of a blade. It was only a question of when.
Still, perhaps some good could be wrestled from this defeat…
Taking a knee beside the broken figure, Hadrian begins to murmur softly. Invoking a minor blessing from his Power, the aasimar’s hands glow with a soft white light. As the prayer draws to a close, Hadrian places his palms upon Kaschimalli’s heaving chest and the healing energy floods into his wounded frame with a shuddering gasp. For a moment the fighter stirs and appears as though he might rouse, but after a brief fit he simply subsides back into his dreamless slumber.
Extending a careful finger out towards Kaschimalli’s face, Hadrian slowly retracts the man’s eyelids to reveal the globes behind. Though the pupils lack focus, Hadrian leans in close.
“A day will come when one from the ranks of the Bleak Cabal will lie at your mercy. I ask that you spare them, as I spare you.”
Rising to his feet, the aasimar dusts off his robe and fixes his champions with a steely gaze. “The pair of you look only slightly worse for wear, I’m pleased my work could be of service. You know where to find me if you need something further.”
(OOC: Cure minor wounds for 1hp, enough to stop Kaschimalli’s bleeding and presumably speed his convalescence)
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on May 21, 2008 21:09:15 GMT -5
" That was well-executed." Iljen holds up one finger to stall any boasting or celebration. She turns to Quicksilver. " The whip worked for you this time, but try not to depend on it; time spent fooling around with showmanship is a waste of opportunities to bring down your opponent. I've taught the same lesson to more than one githyanki on Astral raids, and I'd hate for you to learn it the hard way." Not surprising at all that a githzerai would encourage ruthless efficiency; the attitude is a trademark of their race. " I placed a wager on the pair of you, and it's only fair to cut you both in on my winnings. Here's the prize for your fight, and a considerable bonus." She hands over fifteen platinum pieces to each of them. " Get some rest and close your wounds. I'll see you here again in a few weeks." Quicksilver nods, heeding the experienced Githzerai's advice. "Ya, it jes didn't feel right this time." She cracks her knuckles, and flicks her pink fringe off her face. It was always much better finishing her opponents off with her deadly fist combinations, rather than the fancy footwork. She takes her well earned coin from Iljen, claps Xianna on the shoulder, and grins at both of them. "Well, ya'll be seein' me again soon. I think I'll take "Deathwing" as me new name." Quicksilver secures the coin safely away in her beltpouch and sashays into the crowd, seeking out her dark-haired benefactor. She finds the man, crouched down on the corner of the ring, curiously tending to the delirious man she and her sister-in-arms recently defeated. Sauntering up to him, she prods the man with the toe of her boot, and stands over him, one hip thrust forward and her hands lanted on her sword-belt. The sassy chit smirks at him. "Oiy, basher, watchya doin' wit' im?" She indicates Kaschimalli with a tilt of her chin. "I might be needin' ya services again. I'm pretty useless to tha' cause if I get sick'n all." She traces a finger lightly over the clotted angry weal drawn across her breasts. |
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Post by exile on May 21, 2008 22:30:22 GMT -5
“Just cementing a deal, Basher,” Hadrian replies as he runs a cool eye over Silver’s wounds. “Just cementing a deal.”
Stepping in for a closer study, the aasimar purses his lips in thought.
“That’s a nasty wound you’ve earned tonight, basher. But nothing I can’t handle. First house fare, my dear; run you twenty gold, and you’ll be good for another go. How about it then?”
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on May 22, 2008 0:00:17 GMT -5
“ Just cementing a deal, Basher,” Hadrian replies as he runs a cool eye over Silver’s wounds. “ Just cementing a deal.” Stepping in for a closer study, the aasimar purses his lips in thought. “ That’s a nasty wound you’ve earned tonight, basher. But nothing I can’t handle. First house fare, my dear; run you twenty gold, and you’ll be good for another go. How about it then?” She fishes the tarnished coins from her beltpouch - unlike her appearance which she maintained for showmanship to throw her opponents off-guard, all coins that passed through her hands these days were well worn, faded and dirty even - and discretely hands them to the Madman. "But be quick about it, ya know? I don' wanna be seen gettin' some healin', even though it'll further me part in tha cause." |
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