Nat glances around and cannot help but notice the lack of nearby unclaimed cover. There's a party? Count me in!, he yells. He walks round the edge of the arena, keeping out of everyone's way, still waving at the crowd. He sees the floating woman and gives her a small wave too, noticing the longbow. As he reaches his destination at K12, he drops into a defensive stance, prepared to dodge anything that comes his way.
York, immediately enters his battle mode, moving low to the ground, he quickly makes his way to D3, where he attempts to hide. There was no need to strike first, what was important was that he strikes last....that said, it wasn't going to be easy, especially with that one lady taking the high ground early on. Luckily enough though, others will probably target her.
Felkin reacts with concern showing on his face to the announcement and to the snake hair. It had guessed the trial to enter the order were much harder than he previously heard when they threw him onto the cell, but this was beyond the anything he expected. And he was sure at least one of the snake-hairs seemed to fix his eye on him, as if eyeing up his next prey.
Having landed on the arena, Felkin noticed the elevated plaform he could hide behind, but then noticed the two individuals climbing these same platforms. Unable to decide, and stuck between two people, he finally decided to not do anything dangerous. He shuffed about near where he landed in the arena (A6) and makes a quick courterous bow to the man climbing the platform on his left. As he makes bow, his figure begins to blur and break up, as if looking through a broken piece of glass. As he finishes the bow, it now looks like four Felkins stand in the space where one was before.
The rage comes forth and with a primal yell, the half-orc grabs his javelins and charges straight ahead (L6). He finds the nearest target (Alici) and hurls a javelin at the woman. He then immediately swings his shield off his back to ready for any challengers that may step up to him.
Alici watches slack jawed as Duquesse floats into the air, then curses under her breath. She shakes her head. What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time, the voice of her mother rings in her mind. It's always something this thought, her own. The javelin flinging toward her wakes her from her reverie and she shoots an angry glare at the raging orc. The rings of her battered chain mail creak and rattle as she backs up a few feet, then starts into a sprint and leaps into the air, diving toward the flying figure with no restraint.
athletics : 9
(OOC: Posting to see the roll result with a subsequent post to come.)
Alici reaches the edge of the obstacle and a loose bit of leather strapping from her greave catches something along the edge, sending her plummeting to the floor. She tries to steady herself with a forward roll, but rotates mid air landing squarely on her back in the dirt. The fall knocks the wind out of her, and she lays there for a second, gasping for air at the obstacle's base.
Why the Hell was everyone joking around and acting friendly? They did know that the objective here was to kill each other right? Villanelle suffered from no such distraction. "This is why I will survive while the rest of you will die screaming. She takes aim at the monk on D3 and takes three shots at him with Scorching Ray
Attack: 17 Damage: 4
Attack: 11 Damage: 6
Attack: 7 Damage: 5
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As the armoured woman dives vaguely in her direction and then plummets to the ground Duc smiles a little, mentally controlling her levitation to take her higher still. While doing so she draws an arrow pausing to study the potential targets before releasing it at the woman below her, laying on her back.
Attack 20 for 7 piercing damage
Movement was 20' higher so Duc is now 40' off the ground.
Disadvantage for attack toll as target is prone 22
Nat notices the disappearance of the figure in the south-east corner and spreads his hands wide in a gesture of disbelief. Leaving so soon, mate? This party just got started! He takes care to keep his sword ready, but at the same time uses his free hand to cast Faerie Fire - a 20 foot cube encompassing L12, M12, L13 and M13. Then he watches to see if anything - or anyone - starts glowing violet.
But nothing does. He curses under his breath, looks around, and decides to stay where he is. Okay, your move, buddy boy.
Felkin sees the man jump down from the platform closer to him, and was getting ready to dodge, but the attack never came. A silent ceasefire, a trick or did he not consider the gnome to be a threat? Whatever the reason, Felkin was happy he was spared the trouble. Moving back a little from the tribal, to B8, Felin looks around cautiously, as an orange light gathers near his hand.