The sudden thundering voice behind her almost makes her flinch, although she manages to refrain. She leans back in her chair to get a better view as Ormir marches to the back of the room, putting on a rather impressive display with his daggers. A slight smile finds its way to her features as she leans back to the table towards Bree. "The ego in this room is palatable, I'll give them that."
Her smiles drops immediately as she realizes the man is addressing her. "Me?" She leans back in her chair again to peer across the room, barely catching sight of the two they are evidently supposed to fight. After a moment of consideration, she shrugs. "If you wish." As she stands, it becomes evident that there is no weapon on her persons. Her breastplate and small oval shield strapped across her back are the only things that would identify her as any kind of warrior. "Not at all what I expected for this day." She comments to the others at their table as she gathers herself, following the bearded man to the back of the tavern and outside. She gives a polite nod to the dragonborn she'll be fighting beside, and takes a moment to survey the weaponry of their opponents while she awaits further instruction.
"Exciting! I have to see this." Hansi skips to where the ring of people was forming and tries to get a good spot. Ozzy appears with a puff between the multitude of legs, and Hansi speaks to it telepathically: "Right, now here's a good chance to find some coins. Find the biggest purse that you can carry in the crowd and stay next to its owner. Wait for the purse to fall on the ground, fetch it and set it next to my foot."
Your familiar darts through the crowd, remaining unnoticed as it moves among the sea of feet. It spots a pouch that it would consider rather large and alerts you to it. A spectral hand shimmers into existence at the hip of the unsuspecting individual, and successfully manages to wiggle it loose from their belt without alerting them. It doesn't even hit the ground as Ozzy catches it out of the air and scurries back to you, dropping it at your feet. Upon inspection, you find that it only contained 17 copper pieces.
OoC: Is Ozzy's current form a weasel? That is what I assumed from the +3 perception. Let me know if I'm wrong.
Nodding at the man Ormir followed. Outside would be better, a proper fighting pit was always preferred to a bar room brawl. If focused the attention on the fights better. Stopping at the door he asks, "So what are the rule for this fight. Two on two, tag team, to first blood, knock out or death? Fisty-cuffs, all weapons, civilized or street rules? He was already starting to bounce ce a bit and stretch his muscles.
"Alright lads and lass. You've got your partners, it's a simple two on two. Use whatever weapons you want. Now...Don't try and kill each other, but other than that do whatever you need to do to win." The man looks into the eyes of each contestant to make sure they understand, then laughs and claps the nearest two on the back. "Good! Now go put a show for us!"
Across from both of you, the human and dwarf are smiling at you with this kind of arrogant look. You can see now that the human is armed with two shortswords at his sides, with thick hide armor on. The dwarf wields a battleaxe, and is definitely more heavily protected with his chain mail. Both make their way to the ring and wait for you.
With a slight nod to indicate she understood, Vaylyn turn her head once again to the dragonborn. "We can make this quick, yes? Do you want the human or the dwarf?" She asks with a half-cocked eyebrow. It would be clear that she wasn't as 'into this' as he was, but still willing to participate. After getting his answer, she would join the other in the ring.
She dons her shield on her left arm and with her right hand reaches outward. A circle of silvery light would wink into existence before her hand, with the hilt of a blade protruding from it. As she pulls the blade out, a steel single-edged longsword is revealed. The weapon has no cross-guard, with thin black lines curving around the hilt in a treelike pattern.
Ormir nods while the burly man talks and just stares at his two opponents. When Vaylyn addresses him he smiles his sharp tooth smile and says, "Why choose? I move a bit, in and out like. Keep your eyes open for when one chases, you might get a lucky shot when he's distracted.".
He then starts to pull his over cloak off. His dark glistening scales showing through a dime gray tunic. Knives and a short sword dangling from his waist. He then holds his clench fist up to Vaylyn. "We got this."
The contestants take their place inside the ring, with the rest of the taverns patrons circling the exterior of the fence. A loud roar of whooping rises out of the crowd as Vaylyn summons her blade before breaking down into hollers of encouragement to both teams. Several people hear Hansi's shouts to open up a betting people, and conglomerate around him to place their bets, which come out to about even odds for both teams. The large man with the red beard shouts from the side, "LET THE FIGHT BEGIN!"
trustlife1990 & other non combatants.
The betting odds for this fight are even, so however much you put down, if you win you receive double that amount with a cap of 15g. So if you put down 10g, you win 20g with a profit of 10g. Bacon & Jonpawl, if you wish to join in the betting you will have an opportunity to do so anytime before the fight ends.
With the words uttered, Ormir took off. He moved like a shadow across the ground towards the fighter. He veered off to the opposite side of the paladin and drew his blade as he passed the side of the creature. He kept his momentum up and turned back around moving back to his original position.
Attack: 10 Damage: 17
Move: move forward to attack fighter angling to avoid AoO from Paladin
Action: Attck with shortsword, gains sneak attack total of 3d6+3 if it hits
Bonus Action: Dash to return to original position. No AoO due to class ability [/spoiler]
Bree shakes her head in amusement at the fight as a waste of time but knows that sometimes distractions are necessary. With just meeting her companions she sensed they know what they are doing and has full confidence in their abilities. Moving to who is taking the bets she will place 15g, down on her companions to win. Then she will look for a vantage point she can see the ring and the crowd surrounding it, as obviously she can not see over anyone. While the fight is going on she will scan the crowd and see if anyone seems out of place or paying particular attention to anyone in her party.
The crowd oohs as this large, lumbering Dragonborn darts across with the field with astonishing agility for its size. As Ormir attempts to slash the side of the fighter while moving past, the human flips his shortsword up and deflects it. Carrying off the movement of the deflection, the fighter Ripostes with a slashing attack. The black Dragonborn is too nimble however, and easily sidesteps the attack on his way out. With a short laugh the fighter rushes forward and slashes at Ormir once with each sword. This time the fighter's strike lands true, slashing a gash open on the Dragonborn's upper arm. Ormir is able to just barely dodge the second attack.
The crowd, although fairly large, is still sparse enough that Bree is able to easily find a way through and make her way to the front. Across from you, on the other side of the ring, you notice the same Half-Elf that eyed you earlier as you entered the tavern is studying the fight intensely. His face is impassive, and he does not join in with the cheering of the others.
A smoky black form would wrap around the fighter's torso, encircling him and occasionally taking on the vague of shape of wolf as she casts Hex on him. As soon as the spell takes hold she quickly flicks her blade in an upward slash across him.
The fighter tries to lean back to avoid the attack, but the blade catches on his lower torso and drags upward, cutting through his armor from hip to ribcage. He cries out as the ghastly form constricts around him, a shadowy wolf head briefly forming and biting into his shoulder.
Seeing his friend get wounded pretty badly, the dwarf raises his battleaxe into the air and charges forward. You see bits of condensation rapidly form around the axe-head as air whooshes around it, empowered by some sort of spell. The axe arcs toward Vaylyn, and her arm raises just in time to catch the blow on her shield.
Ormir makes a show of screaming out in pain as the fight's blade bit into his scales. He "stumbled" but when Vaylyn unleashed her magic and landed her solid strike, Ormir took the chance as well. He tossed his dagger into the air and stuck out with straight armed jab, then spun, caught the dagger in his free hand and stabbed that at the fighter as well.
The crowd continues to cheer, growing louder with each landed blow. The fighter isn't fast enough to avoid Ormir's shortsword attack, taking the tip of the blade in his shoulder. He manages to swing one of his blades upward, once again deflecting the dagger attack. He is breathing heavily and his movement seems more sluggish, as the damage inflicted upon him seems to be taking its toll.
Nevertheless he fights on, spinning his blades and moving in for an attack on Vaylyn. He slashes once at her knee, attempting to Trip her, but the blow is easily blocked by her own longsword. Next he spins, slashing towards her with his other sword. The attack cuts deep just below her shoulder, blood flying as he pulls the blade loose.
Vaylyn grits her teeth as the blade bites into her flesh. The pain isn't as bad as she expected it to be and she raises her longsword in the air, attempting to smack the fighter on the side of the head with the pommel of her sword.
There's a loud thunk as the hilt connects with the fighter's skull. The dark smoke constricts around him once more and his eyes roll into the back of his head as he stumbles backwards, breathing but unconscious. There's a mix of cheers and sounds of disappointment in the crowd, as some realize that they placed bets on the wrong team.
With the man falling to the ground, a look of frustration comes over the dwarf's face and he swings his battle axe around at Vaylyn once more. This time, the strike takes her square in the breastplate. It doesn't break through the armor, but the impact is enough to dent it. As the blow lands, it emits a thunderous crack that silences the crowd.
Damage: 11 Also, I need you to roll a strength saving throw for me please.