As one drops, Ormir brings up his shortsword and dagger and clangs them together twice letting out a metalic ring throughout the pit. "Ding, ding, match is over for one. Now it's your turn." he says to the dwarf. He then launches in with a slash from his shortsword and then maneuvers about behind him out of reach. He then takes he dagger and whips it at the back of the dwarf.
ShortswordAttack: 10 Damage: 7
move action: moving directly behind the dwarf to put him in the middle and step back as far as my 30ft move will allow. Due to features no AoO
The dwarf kind of growls in response to Ormir's taunting, catching his sword slash with the bottom of his axe handle. As the Dragonborn moves around him, he turns his head to follow the movement, letting out a quick laugh as the dagger flies wide.
As the battle continues, Hansi would notice as the large man, who apparently seems to be running the show here, sort of forces his way through the crowd to him. "I see you seem to be our bet master for this event. It's a shame I didn't notice soon," he says with a chuckle. A thought seems to strike him, and he snaps his fingers. "Ah! Blast it. My manners have left me, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Ontharr Frume, Paladin of Torm! I excel at jokes, drinking, and the occasional friendly brawl." He gets that twinkle in his eye that you might have noticed earlier in the tavern, and begins to stroke his beard thoughtfully. "Tell me young man, where do your talents lie?"
Looking around, everyone seems to be pretty focused on the fight, save for a few stragglers on the fringes engaged in conversations about other things. Off in the distance however, further away from tavern building you can just make out fairly large wooden structures, ropes, pulleys and a plethora of mechanisms and obstacles laid out in a sort of course.
Narrowing her eyes in determination, Vaylyn prepares to end the fight. Muttering a few words and making a quick gesture with her shield hand, the black smoke uncoils from the man's torso and wraps around the dwarf as she moves her Hex onto him. With his attention split between herself and Ormir, she steps forward and swings her longsword in a wide arc.
The dwarf looks back at just the right moment as Vaylyn makes her attack, bringing his axe up to block her swing with the handle. He quickly counterattacks, slamming her side with the flat of the blade.
EDIT: Ah fuck I rolled the wrong die for the damage. My bad, it does not have a d20 for damage.
Actual damage: 5
As Laucian gets closer towards the obstacle course, he notices that peppered throughout are large wooden posts, with painted targets hanging from them at varying heights. "Are you thinking of giving it a try?" A voice behind him says, belonging to a slender male air with copper colored skin and dark hair. A motley green cloak falls from his shoulders, with the hood pulled down. Underneath he wears simple leathers with a longbow strapped across his back and a quiver full of arrows at his hip.
Upon seeing the Half-Elf again studying her companions Bree will work herself back out of the crowd and maker her way to stand nest to the Half-Elf. "Hey there, are you enjoying the fight? You seem to be taking a particular interest in my group, do you have a lot of money on the losing group? Who are you?"
Frustrated at it all, Ormir releases a low growl and dives back into combat. Trying to capitalize on the Dwarf's moment of distraction by attacking his comrade, he for his arm while it's outstretched. He brings down his blade on the arm and then follows up with by drawing and swinging his other dagger.
shortsword Attack: 15 Damage: 7
dagger Attack: 15 Damage: 1
sneak attack if any hit: 9
shortsword advant. roll 21
dagger advant. roll 9
moving to flank, not jumping back in case that gives Vaylyn advantage or anything
The wood-elf returns his smile, bowing slightly. "Peren, pleased to meet you. I was thinking of having a go at it myself, it's been a while since I've run the course." He turns for a moment and gestures back towards the crowd. "I have some friends back there that might be interested, allow me to fetch them please." Briefly he returns to the fight, coming back to Laucian with a group of about six or seven people. They look up at the course, seemingly equally as excited as Laucian at the prospect of trying it out.
Peren gestures towards a pair of small green triangle flags sitting about 10 feet apart. Now that it's pointed out to you, several of these flags are also peppered throughout the course. "You start over there, and at each point you come to a flag, you take a shot at the nearest target. Simple right?"
"Would you like to go first?"
A brief, wry smile forms on the half-elfs lips as Bree speaks to him. "My, you're quite a perceptive one aren't you?" He looks away from the fight, down towards the halfling. "It is quite the fight, I must say I'm impressed. My name is Leosin. I believe yours is Bree." Looking back up at the fight, he continues. "I do indeed have a vested interest in your group. Everyone here was called for a reason, do you know what that is?" His eyebrow lazily arches up as he asks the question.
The dwarf cries out as the sword rakes across his back, tearing through the chain links of his armor. Ormir's subsequent attack with the dagger just isn't quite strong enough to pierce the chain mail however. He's starting to look fairly wore out from the fighting, especially with a large gash on his back now.
Aaand, we're back to you. Don't forget to use advantage on your attack roll.
Bowing slightly, "My name is Hansi, good paladin. I am a man of many talents, depending on the situation and payoff - an opportunist. I also help people invest their spare coin. Coins are made to change hands often. I'm not much of a brawler myself, if this fight got you fired up, but I'd love to hear one of your jokes."
Bree responds to Leosin's question, "Why yes, yes I do, my mentor informed me as to what is going on and sent me to go take a look myself. On the way I was contacted by a Harper, who of course did not give me his name, secretive bunch that lot, and was introduced to the rest of my companions. We traveled for a few days together and seem to be getting along and arrived here just this night. So when I see someone taking a particular interest in my friends I tend to get a bit defensive."
"Staring a bit more intently at the half-elf, "Now that I have answered your questions, how about you answer mine. Besides your name, who are you? And I believe you are not just one of the regular adventures here but possibly someone in charge, am I correct? And if so, why don;t you let me know the plans that you have for my friends and I. As you might have guessed, I tend to speak my mind and don't waste that time with trivialities."
"Very well then, please." Peren gestures for Laucian to take his place at the start of the course. "First thing you'll do is shoot the first target you see there," He says, pointing towards a target hanging about 30 feet from the ground and 100 feet from the starting point. "Once the arrow hits, you start to make your way through the course. Good luck, friend." Looking beyond the first target, you can see the first obstacle is a vertical wall with very few and quite small handholds available for use. The wall stands about 40 feet high.
Make a ranged attack with your weapon for the target, you do not need to roll damage. And then roll Athletics for climbing the wall.
Vaylyn's blade tears into the dwarf's shoulder, and his grip on the weapon falters. As his battleaxe falls to the ground and he throws his hands in the air, backing up. "I give, you win!" The crowd erupts into loud cheers while three robed figures climb over the fence and make their way into the ring. They are clearly clerics of Torm, and get to work on bringing the fighter back to consciousness and healing all contestants back to top form if they allow it. The crowd has been going ballistic with the fight's end, hooting and hollering in victory or groaning in dismay at their losses. All of you are ushered out of the ring, and two new sets of fighters step in for another round.
"A jack of all trades then, I see. Not a bad thing." Ontharr's eyes light up as you ask for a joke, clearly it's not something he gets much opportunity for. "Why do Paladins prefer chain mail so much?" He pauses for a moment before practically shouting, "because it's holey armor!"
The roar of the crowd distracts him for a moment, and he shifts his attention towards the ring. "AH! It looks like your companions have emerged victorious. Very good." Spotting Vaylyn and Ormir making their way out, he catches their attention and waves them over. His gaze turns towards back to you with a raised eyebrow. "So tell me lad, why did you answer the summons? Anything particular you're seeking here? Glory? Justice? Fortune or fame?"
The smile fades from the half-elf's face as you begin to speak, and he almost seems...Disappointed. "I'm no one of importance around here, and you might find that sometimes you have to work through trivialities to find the answers you seek." From what you can tell, he seems to be telling the truth. He pauses for a moment, slightly cocking his head to the side. From a hidden pocket within his cloak he products an obloid object, midnight black and covered in what seems to be scales. "Do you know what this is?"
"Ha ha ha, very good! Hear this one: what do you call an athletic bard?" After a moment: "A jock of all trades!"
Hansi's mood darkens a little at Ontharr's question, looking away. "Justice seems to elude me, so I'm taking a break from that. That said, fortune and fame, maybe allies... might help me when I resume my... personal quest."
Hansi focuses on Ontharr:"Who do you represent here, good paladin. I have heard the Harpers are looking for capable people. Are you one of them? And these contests, are they just for fun or are they a way of selecting the most capable."
As the dwarf concedes the battle, Ormir arches his back, lifts his head to the sky and lets out a tremendous victory roar. He then starts to chuckle to himself before saying, "Truely a good fight. " He then let's the clerics heal him and before leaving the ring he gives each of his opponents a gold coin. "Have a drink on me. You both fought well and and maybe we shall face off again. But tonight we won and my personal belief is that everyone is a winner with a free drink in their hand."
He then goes and picks up his tossed dagger and puts his cloak back on. Rejoining Vaylyn, they make their way out of the ring towards the man signaling to them. Ormir is all smiles, which is somewhat disconcerting with his overall sinister appearance.