Gewonnt opens the door and rises into the air, gliding on the night. His shadow drifts over the land below as he flies off over the horizon, more serene than ever before.
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Eldin, A wizard Jenkins sits down beside you. "My schedule's clear for the day. Are you ready to go? Or would you like to watch your lady friend beat up some of the others first?"
The Wizard Jenkins sits down on the other side of you. "His schedule's clear. I'm super busy. Just stopped in to collect your payment, lest folks start to think I'm charitable."
"No problem." The Wizard Jenkins leaves the small sack of coins on the table. "A Wizard Jenkins! I've got an assignment for you. Let's go copy my spell book!"
"Woohoo!" Replies A Wizard Jenkins. The pair stands, and The Wizard Jenkins places a hand on A Wizard Jenkins shoulder. *Bamf* the two disappear from the room, leaving the dishes rattling on the table.
(There's nothing under Eldin's chair... But bees! You get bees! And you get bees! Everybody gets bees! Ahaha!)
(Maybe Oprah is just an American thing...)
(I think that's the only Oprah thing I know.)
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Marvarax looked down before continuing "I'm from a place called Ashton, it's a shit hole of a city. The entire place is basically one giant slum run by evil thieves guilds and a government that can be paid off with copper. At the heart of it all is a giant Coliseum, the only "escape" from the cities despair. Run by, Advent Shlacken" Marvarax sweeps the name disgustingly "the dirt bag promises freedom from either dept or the city, which the guards make sure escape costs a hefty amount. All he does is work people into debt while they die in his arena. My father was one such man, he turned to old to fight before he could finally get enough money to escape, so I took his place. For some reason I believed the lie of freedom, and was forced to kill as a means of survival, eventually I finally was able to escape behind Advent's watch with the money I raised, after that I needed money to rescue those I cared about, eventually I made my way here, and I'm glad I did"
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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
Nearly bursting through the door of the tavern in all of her blue-robed goodness, Marmaduke gives the area one good look through before dashing towards the nearest the stool to stand in for a better view of the Arcane Eye. And if they all happen to be occupied, well, one best believe this dwarf ain't quietly going to try and find another seat without first trying to poke and lightly zap an unsuspecting bottom!
Marmaduke was gonna see a fight today, even if it meant mostly watching darkness.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
A young halfling with a mop of fiery hair walks into Sel'eman, his complexion different than those around him, although it is far from unpleasant. A loose, woollen cloak flows around him, earthen brown with purple embroidery along the edges. He carries a strangely shaped box, nearly as large as himself, on his back and a long, thin blade in his belt. A strange mask, mostly hidden, is tucked within his bedroll. He enters the first armour smith he finds.
"Good day to you! Is it true that, in this very town, there is a place called the Coliseum of Conquest?"
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"They tell great tales, of it, you know. I was hoping they would accept one so lowly as myself into the ranks of the contestants, but truly it is too grand. I shall have to seek my fortune elsewhere." He takes out a suit of chain mail. "Perhaps, if you bought this fine suit of chain mail, retrieved from the ziggurat of the great djinn Khadiz the Knowing himself, it would help propel me along the path of my destiny. Some scale mail would also help."
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Scarab, the smith gives you a skeptical look, and he inspects the armor. "Alright kid, I'll help you get going." He finds some simple scale armor, suited to a fighter of your stature, and exchanges it for your chain.
Eldin watches the fight and winces a bit as he sees his favorite elf get hit by the burning rays. He thinks about something and opens up his Necromancy book and goes to the chapter that details the humanoid body. He takes some notes and tries to figure out what might happen if someone were to drink a pound of Alchemist's fire or Acid.
Medicine: 13 (Results already discussed in PM)
He continues to watch the fight as another idea pops up in his head. He makes another note in his notebook. This one is under Grianne's name.
Marmaduke slowly but surely settles once in her seat, though she still fidgets from excitement. She does eventually look away, if only to root around her person. "You! Blondie! Two things--" She pauses in her search to level a look at the greeter. "First, sorry. Wait, I mean *shakes her head* What's yer name? Also, don't s'pose ya got a name for who made the mirrors do ya?" She asked flustered, and still very much divided between wanting to look at the screen and the greeter.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The halfling proceeds to what seems to be the main social hub of the city, The Glory. He concentrates on his divinely given senses as he enters, then walks over to the bartender.
"Excuse me, bartender, would you happen to know who I should talk to, regarding the glorious Coliseum? I have heard so much about it, it would be a shame to leave without learning more."
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Gewonnt opens the door and rises into the air, gliding on the night. His shadow drifts over the land below as he flies off over the horizon, more serene than ever before.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"Might as well watch the match. I hope with all of my cold, undead heart that there are no bees."
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Eldin, A wizard Jenkins sits down beside you. "My schedule's clear for the day. Are you ready to go? Or would you like to watch your lady friend beat up some of the others first?"
The Wizard Jenkins sits down on the other side of you. "His schedule's clear. I'm super busy. Just stopped in to collect your payment, lest folks start to think I'm charitable."
Extended Signature
Eldin says, "Sorry. Plans changed I won't be going. I'm sorry for wasting your time." He slips Jennkins 50gp as compensation.
"No problem." The Wizard Jenkins leaves the small sack of coins on the table. "A Wizard Jenkins! I've got an assignment for you. Let's go copy my spell book!"
"Woohoo!" Replies A Wizard Jenkins. The pair stands, and The Wizard Jenkins places a hand on A Wizard Jenkins shoulder. *Bamf* the two disappear from the room, leaving the dishes rattling on the table.
Extended Signature
Eldin takes his gold back and continues to watch the fight.
(Eldin, now check under your chair...)
Extended Signature
(Okay... if your spoiler is anything to go by then there's nothing under Eldin's chair)
(There's nothing under Eldin's chair... But bees! You get bees! And you get bees! Everybody gets bees! Ahaha!)
(Maybe Oprah is just an American thing...)
Extended Signature
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Marvarax looked down before continuing "I'm from a place called Ashton, it's a shit hole of a city. The entire place is basically one giant slum run by evil thieves guilds and a government that can be paid off with copper. At the heart of it all is a giant Coliseum, the only "escape" from the cities despair. Run by, Advent Shlacken" Marvarax sweeps the name disgustingly "the dirt bag promises freedom from either dept or the city, which the guards make sure escape costs a hefty amount. All he does is work people into debt while they die in his arena. My father was one such man, he turned to old to fight before he could finally get enough money to escape, so I took his place. For some reason I believed the lie of freedom, and was forced to kill as a means of survival, eventually I finally was able to escape behind Advent's watch with the money I raised, after that I needed money to rescue those I cared about, eventually I made my way here, and I'm glad I did"
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
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Welcome to The Glory!" Calls a young Blonde girl by the entrance as Marmaduke rushes by to find a seat at the bar.
The darkness in the arena casts a shadowy appearance over the scene, but the magic of the mirror penetrates through it to some degree.
Extended Signature
A young halfling with a mop of fiery hair walks into Sel'eman, his complexion different than those around him, although it is far from unpleasant. A loose, woollen cloak flows around him, earthen brown with purple embroidery along the edges. He carries a strangely shaped box, nearly as large as himself, on his back and a long, thin blade in his belt. A strange mask, mostly hidden, is tucked within his bedroll. He enters the first armour smith he finds.
"Good day to you! Is it true that, in this very town, there is a place called the Coliseum of Conquest?"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Scarab, the smith responds, "Surely you couldn't have missed it. That's no castle's keep in the center of our fair home."
Extended Signature
"They tell great tales, of it, you know. I was hoping they would accept one so lowly as myself into the ranks of the contestants, but truly it is too grand. I shall have to seek my fortune elsewhere." He takes out a suit of chain mail. "Perhaps, if you bought this fine suit of chain mail, retrieved from the ziggurat of the great djinn Khadiz the Knowing himself, it would help propel me along the path of my destiny. Some scale mail would also help."
Persuasion: 10
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Scarab, the smith gives you a skeptical look, and he inspects the armor. "Alright kid, I'll help you get going." He finds some simple scale armor, suited to a fighter of your stature, and exchanges it for your chain.
Extended Signature
Eldin watches the fight and winces a bit as he sees his favorite elf get hit by the burning rays. He thinks about something and opens up his Necromancy book and goes to the chapter that details the humanoid body. He takes some notes and tries to figure out what might happen if someone were to drink a pound of Alchemist's fire or Acid.
Medicine: 13 (Results already discussed in PM)
He continues to watch the fight as another idea pops up in his head. He makes another note in his notebook. This one is under Grianne's name.
EDIT: Guidance: 3
Marmaduke slowly but surely settles once in her seat, though she still fidgets from excitement. She does eventually look away, if only to root around her person. "You! Blondie! Two things--" She pauses in her search to level a look at the greeter. "First, sorry. Wait, I mean *shakes her head* What's yer name? Also, don't s'pose ya got a name for who made the mirrors do ya?" She asked flustered, and still very much divided between wanting to look at the screen and the greeter.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Thank you, sir."
The halfling proceeds to what seems to be the main social hub of the city, The Glory. He concentrates on his divinely given senses as he enters, then walks over to the bartender.
"Excuse me, bartender, would you happen to know who I should talk to, regarding the glorious Coliseum? I have heard so much about it, it would be a shame to leave without learning more."
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum