"Mishap? Impossible! I, the great Parabolus, calulated the modular forms myself, my trajectory could not have been off! ... I will see to this truth woman, perhaps she knows this location's coordinates."
Liam, you enter the Glory of the Coliseum. Patrons throughout enjoy their food and beverages, but their attentions are focused on the battle below. Many seats, tables, and rails look out over the Arena where battle ensues between various contestants. An Elf with skin as black as the night sky enters. He seems a bit perplexed. Many other patrons throughout, you note, have the appearance and armaments of fighters.
(This is the RP thread for the Coliseum. As the number of active players has grown sometimes the spectator posts would bury the combat posts, so the threads have been separated. This is where our players relax and prepare between battles. Some further details and descriptions are in the first post.)
Liam is nervous. Being around so many true warriors...It’s strange. They looked much more experienced than he believed he himself could ever become. He tried not to stare or observe them. He didn’t want to present himself as a threat to any of the more drunken and violent among the lot. Sure, perhaps there were people that were there to enforce certain things, but he didn’t want to fight outside of the appropriate area.
At first glance, anyone would mistake him for a panicky, fidgeting fool of a man that had no business being in a place like The Coliseum. He didn’t show any muscle on purpose, kept his head down for the most part, and only looked in any given direction to see where he was going. The only things that made him look even remotely like everyone else were the weapons strapped to his backpack.
He was a bit curious about a few other places. They weren’t particularly interesting, but if there was ever a moment where no one was looking, he would probably jump at the chance to see if there was anything that could be there. Or not. He didn’t want to get into much trouble so soon after finally arriving.
He was planning on entering the Coliseum’s battlegrounds himself soon. He wasn’t quite fond of it, but it was a suggestion from an acquaintance of his. It was Liam’s hope that it would help him. For now, though, the man elected to simply observe...
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Liam the Weak: Level 4 Human Fighter - Trying to fight against his other personality, and constantly losing.
Aodh: Level 20 Half-Elf Cleric of Life - Not really. It's a strange being that had possessed and broke down a level 20 Cleric of Life Domain, gaining his knowledge and power.
"*****": Level 1 Tiefling Sorcerer - Her family is dead, and her will is broken. She follows orders so that those that command her will allow her to die.
A tremendous monster on the other side of the room lets out a short thunderous bark as it stands. Astride its back... A tiny human girl in a fur coat. She giggles wildly as she clings to Tiny's back.
The beast moves to look into the kitchen. 'Yep, everyone's accounted for' he seems to think. Satisfied he returns to his spot under the bar and the ground shakes as he flops back down. Nylah tries to speak to him through her laughter, "Diny..." *giggle* "you on my..." *giggle* "my foot!"
Shmitty heads over to Grianne in the waiting area. Shmitty takes note of how Polly dashes from bush to bush. He says to her. "In all honestly I'm gonna steal that bird's moves."
He hesitates for moment, then he says. "I know I'm caught up in some pretty crappy business, but I what you to know I'm not a bad guy. I haven't had alot of choices but Gaia still gives us everything we need right? I just wanted to tell you that I value our friendship and maybe some time after this you would like to go on a hunt with me?"
The rat on Shmitty's shoulder tries to look presentable.
An Owl lands on a nearby lamp and cocks his head.
"Oh, these are my nature bag buddies Billy Dee and Superfly."
(Btw Grianne, your snake totally ate Baby Git Rite. The next dog I summon will be a different one)
Nature provide all we need. Except companionship. I was alone for so long, but it nice to have friends now. Grianne pets the rat.I came up with whirlwind just for you you know. I respect your skill and i was afraid i would be able to beat you this time. She clasps Shmittys hand. I think i need to show you how to hunt like a real predator.
Oh and if your going to copy Polly, well, it didn't work for him so...
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Marvarax sat at the other end of the room polishing and maintaining his sword, listening into his fellow competitors thoughts. He sat waiting for Nalok. He was ready for this, winning here meant the victory he needed.
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"I'm actually pretty terrible at finding game on the surface. I was hoping you could show me a thing or two. You're also right about companionship. I too share a similar loneliness." As a tick Shmitty Jackson scratches at the collar around his neck. "When it comes to Polly I dunno, his movements posses a certain cunning. I could use that. I think we would have seen a different fight if you didn't sick your Elemental Buddy on him." Shmitty looks at the Water Elemental Grianne summoned. The powerful fluid entity swirls with lethal power yet stands calmly by her side. "What is it like to be so close to her...to nature?" Shmitty asks with an almost childlike awe.
Grianne notices, perhaps for the first time, the color around Shmittys neck. The crafted metal making her sick to her core. Whats is it like to be so close to her ? Grianne pulls a small seed from one of her pockets A little like this a warm glow surrounds the seed, it seems to pulse, and then *crack* a small bit of green sprouts. The words, i do not know them, but it is like this.
She then looks to the Living water next to her You were a big help my friend. Your work is done, be free. In a blast of fine mist the elemental disappears.
Well..its been nice uh...chatting? with you. But i need to take a nap. Griannes calm and confidence once again retreat. She collapses on the nearest chair/cot/ whatever and starts to sleep.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
(( Khajit, Cat Ladies, That girl from one of the Ben 10 series, etc. There's a lot of cat people.))
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Liam the Weak: Level 4 Human Fighter - Trying to fight against his other personality, and constantly losing.
Aodh: Level 20 Half-Elf Cleric of Life - Not really. It's a strange being that had possessed and broke down a level 20 Cleric of Life Domain, gaining his knowledge and power.
"*****": Level 1 Tiefling Sorcerer - Her family is dead, and her will is broken. She follows orders so that those that command her will allow her to die.
Harmond hears the announcement of the level 3 fight and comments, "Another survival game in the Complex? It feels like that and the Bog are the only two battle grounds that are still used."
Parabolus, the little girl looks a bit puzzled before she responds. "The Secretary?" She points across the room to the rail overlooking the arena where a human woman in a blue dress sits. She is watching another human wearing chainmail who is reading over some documents.
Nylah looks up at Parabolus and squints at him, "I can tame woolly beasts, and I can tell the truth, but if you want to fight in the arena then no... I guess I'm not who you're looking for." Nylah will look down at the ground and drag her toe back and forth, drawing an imaginary line on the ground with it, "You want to register with her," Nylah will point out Truth to Parabolus, "she has the registration forms." Nylah tries to sound important like she somehow belongs or has a little authority. "Make sure to read it before you sign your name, and good luck."
Eldin enters the Glory and orders his favorite brown honey-milk as his free drink. He notices Grainne sleeping soundly and decides to not bother her. Upon finishing the drink, he sits says a prayer to his dark lord, thanking him for the new powers and the victory. He then preaches how great Hades is to anyone willing to listen while he waits for Gewonnt.
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Eldin, your words come off a bit 'Preachy' as you adopt the manorisms of a typical holy man. Unfortunately the tone and the content of your words carry an odd juxtaposition.
You don't frighten away any patrons, and as Adair listens she asks questions and counters your ideas. The friendly discussion turns from a sermon to lively debate. (Persuasion: 18)...
While some leave, finding the subject off putting, just as many others stay longer joining in the discussion.... Your profits are unaffected.
"Mishap? Impossible! I, the great Parabolus, calulated the modular forms myself, my trajectory could not have been off! ... I will see to this truth woman, perhaps she knows this location's coordinates."
Parabolus, The Cosmic Horror: Hexblade Warlock
Coliseum stats: 8W-2L
Liam, you enter the Glory of the Coliseum. Patrons throughout enjoy their food and beverages, but their attentions are focused on the battle below. Many seats, tables, and rails look out over the Arena where battle ensues between various contestants. An Elf with skin as black as the night sky enters. He seems a bit perplexed. Many other patrons throughout, you note, have the appearance and armaments of fighters.
(This is the RP thread for the Coliseum. As the number of active players has grown sometimes the spectator posts would bury the combat posts, so the threads have been separated. This is where our players relax and prepare between battles. Some further details and descriptions are in the first post.)
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Liam is nervous. Being around so many true warriors...It’s strange. They looked much more experienced than he believed he himself could ever become. He tried not to stare or observe them. He didn’t want to present himself as a threat to any of the more drunken and violent among the lot. Sure, perhaps there were people that were there to enforce certain things, but he didn’t want to fight outside of the appropriate area.
At first glance, anyone would mistake him for a panicky, fidgeting fool of a man that had no business being in a place like The Coliseum. He didn’t show any muscle on purpose, kept his head down for the most part, and only looked in any given direction to see where he was going. The only things that made him look even remotely like everyone else were the weapons strapped to his backpack.
He was a bit curious about a few other places. They weren’t particularly interesting, but if there was ever a moment where no one was looking, he would probably jump at the chance to see if there was anything that could be there. Or not. He didn’t want to get into much trouble so soon after finally arriving.
He was planning on entering the Coliseum’s battlegrounds himself soon. He wasn’t quite fond of it, but it was a suggestion from an acquaintance of his. It was Liam’s hope that it would help him. For now, though, the man elected to simply observe...
Liam the Weak: Level 4 Human Fighter - Trying to fight against his other personality, and constantly losing.
Aodh: Level 20 Half-Elf Cleric of Life - Not really. It's a strange being that had possessed and broke down a level 20 Cleric of Life Domain, gaining his knowledge and power.
"*****": Level 1 Tiefling Sorcerer - Her family is dead, and her will is broken. She follows orders so that those that command her will allow her to die.
A tremendous monster on the other side of the room lets out a short thunderous bark as it stands. Astride its back... A tiny human girl in a fur coat. She giggles wildly as she clings to Tiny's back.
The beast moves to look into the kitchen. 'Yep, everyone's accounted for' he seems to think. Satisfied he returns to his spot under the bar and the ground shakes as he flops back down. Nylah tries to speak to him through her laughter, "Diny..." *giggle* "you on my..." *giggle* "my foot!"
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Shmitty heads over to Grianne in the waiting area. Shmitty takes note of how Polly dashes from bush to bush. He says to her. "In all honestly I'm gonna steal that bird's moves."
He hesitates for moment, then he says. "I know I'm caught up in some pretty crappy business, but I what you to know I'm not a bad guy. I haven't had alot of choices but Gaia still gives us everything we need right? I just wanted to tell you that I value our friendship and maybe some time after this you would like to go on a hunt with me?"
The rat on Shmitty's shoulder tries to look presentable.
An Owl lands on a nearby lamp and cocks his head.
"Oh, these are my nature bag buddies Billy Dee and Superfly."
(Btw Grianne, your snake totally ate Baby Git Rite. The next dog I summon will be a different one)
I got alot a doods
Nature provide all we need. Except companionship. I was alone for so long, but it nice to have friends now. Grianne pets the rat.I came up with whirlwind just for you you know. I respect your skill and i was afraid i would be able to beat you this time. She clasps Shmittys hand. I think i need to show you how to hunt like a real predator.
Oh and if your going to copy Polly, well, it didn't work for him so...
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Marvarax sat at the other end of the room polishing and maintaining his sword, listening into his fellow competitors thoughts. He sat waiting for Nalok. He was ready for this, winning here meant the victory he needed.
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"I'm actually pretty terrible at finding game on the surface. I was hoping you could show me a thing or two. You're also right about companionship. I too share a similar loneliness." As a tick Shmitty Jackson scratches at the collar around his neck. "When it comes to Polly I dunno, his movements posses a certain cunning. I could use that. I think we would have seen a different fight if you didn't sick your Elemental Buddy on him." Shmitty looks at the Water Elemental Grianne summoned. The powerful fluid entity swirls with lethal power yet stands calmly by her side. "What is it like to be so close to her...to nature?" Shmitty asks with an almost childlike awe.
I got alot a doods
Grianne notices, perhaps for the first time, the color around Shmittys neck. The crafted metal making her sick to her core. Whats is it like to be so close to her ? Grianne pulls a small seed from one of her pockets A little like this a warm glow surrounds the seed, it seems to pulse, and then *crack* a small bit of green sprouts. The words, i do not know them, but it is like this.
She then looks to the Living water next to her You were a big help my friend. Your work is done, be free. In a blast of fine mist the elemental disappears.
Well..its been nice uh...chatting? with you. But i need to take a nap. Griannes calm and confidence once again retreat. She collapses on the nearest chair/cot/ whatever and starts to sleep.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
(Cat people...)
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Liam the Weak: Level 4 Human Fighter - Trying to fight against his other personality, and constantly losing.
Aodh: Level 20 Half-Elf Cleric of Life - Not really. It's a strange being that had possessed and broke down a level 20 Cleric of Life Domain, gaining his knowledge and power.
"*****": Level 1 Tiefling Sorcerer - Her family is dead, and her will is broken. She follows orders so that those that command her will allow her to die.
"Tiny woman, tamer of woolly beasts! Are you the one I seek? The one they call Truth?"
Parabolus, The Cosmic Horror: Hexblade Warlock
Coliseum stats: 8W-2L
Harmond hears the announcement of the level 3 fight and comments, "Another survival game in the Complex? It feels like that and the Bog are the only two battle grounds that are still used."
The next battle for level-3 contestants has been posted.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/9701-coliseum-of-conquest-always-recruiting?comment=7459
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Parabolus,
the little girl looks a bit puzzled before she responds. "The Secretary?" She points across the room to the rail overlooking the arena where a human woman in a blue dress sits. She is watching another human wearing chainmail who is reading over some documents.Extended Signature
(The next battle rolled Survival Bog too... Its Wierd how many 4s 7s and 8s I got)
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Eldin enters the Glory and orders his favorite brown honey-milk as his free drink. He notices Grainne sleeping soundly and decides to not bother her. Upon finishing the drink, he sits says a prayer to his dark lord, thanking him for the new powers and the victory. He then preaches how great Hades is to anyone willing to listen while he waits for Gewonnt.
Eldin, roll Persuasion.
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Persuasion: 12
(The bad rolls return! Just wait until I hit Rogue Lv.10)
Eldin, your words come off a bit 'Preachy' as you adopt the manorisms of a typical holy man. Unfortunately the tone and the content of your words carry an odd juxtaposition.
You don't frighten away any patrons, and as Adair listens she asks questions and counters your ideas. The friendly discussion turns from a sermon to lively debate. (Persuasion: 18)...
While some leave, finding the subject off putting, just as many others stay longer joining in the discussion.... Your profits are unaffected.
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