Ganathor returns to the Glory, sweaty and feeling a bit exhilarated. He looks for someone who will buy his leather armor as well as a place where he can find a shield and a set of scale mail.
He also makes a pact with Last Quip, the legendary Sword of Answering, becoming a hexblade warlock.
Lastly, he tries to find a job, preferably one where he can play his flute all day and get paid for it. Performance: 8
Edit: He also trades his token and potion of growth for a Cloak of Protection
He will help with the rebuilding efforts. Athletics: 18
Today the Glory managed to fill 0% of its capacity.
Grey Castle Lounge filled 0% of its capacity.
Amidst the chaos of battle and the repairs that follow, anyone who would have normally used their time to craft scrolls or otherwise game the system has found today is not a good day for that. You are constantly interrupted. You are in the way. The shop where you buy your supplies is closed. Etc.
(@Bdiddy So no immediate turning in tokens? Sounds Legit. Also, aww nuts! Guess we'll do the right thing and clean up round town.)
Marmaduke and Zalandra, having been close to the last ones to leave the tunnel, eventually find themselves somewhere at the docks staring at the corpse of the purple worm in comfortable silence. Both look haggard as if having made some attempt at freeing themselves and possibly others(but mostly definitely themselves) from the Drow; only for things to not have worked out so well.
".... So, we need a new name."Says Zalandra. "Yup." Replied Marmaduke without looking away from the worm. "One... not involving the word Purple." "Mmhmm…" "Maybe... The Blue Wyrm?" "Mn…" "Yeah-no. I didn't think so... Should definitely involve Blue though..." "E'yup."
The two slip back into a moment of silence.
"Think they'll let us harvest that worm over there." "Nnnope." "Pfft. Greedy Bastards." "Mmhm…" "You know, I don't want to find out about my mother anymore." "Mn…" "I should get a raise too."
A worn out Marmaduke looks up to the innocently smiling half-drow for a long, intense moment. Sighing through her nose, she looks back out to the waters. Though nothing is said, the duo are both smiling warmly.... Until someone yells at them to either get out the way or help clean things up.
If you have two magic items, or tokens you can trade them in any time. I'll get round to posting the next match some time tomorrow. I'll let you all have a chance to apply experience first
Mazara trades his uncommon token and Sword of Vengeance for a Gauntlets of Ogre Power. Though as he attuned to it later, a great golden spirit -- easily twice his size and muscle mass -- materializes before him. The Empyrean, or at least smaller and faint projection stares down... and starts cracking its knuckles. "H-hey, Dad. I-I told you find them."The being's eyes narrow at the now subtly trembling man. "A-ah c'mon! That was a dream! S-so, technically... I haven't lost yet."
The man leans in real close until Mazara and his Dad were practically nose to nose with each other. To his credit, the aasimar didn't shrink away; but, neither could he form proper sentences anymore staring eye to burning eyes with a being that radiated reality warping divine energies. "A man keeps to his promises. A deal, is, a deal."He leans back, and crosses his arms. "Training begins... Now."
"B-but!" In a flash of light, the duo are gone. The only traces of their of their existence being the scorched ground, and the once less than pleasant sky turning a crystal clear and beautiful.
(S/N: Took some liberties with the monster, but this is just flavoring for Mazara become a celestial pact warlock now after training in the Hyperbolic Celestial Chamber.)
Deceit wakes up with a gasp (in the infirmary i guess?) And looks around, seeing who else is hurt and if she can assist with anything to help rebuild and recover, also putting 50 gp down for added help if need be
Og will wander around the battlefield, happily burning any drow corpse he encounters. He has an odd, haunted look in his eyes, and seems to be mumbling incoherently to himself under his breath.
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Maginio stretches and walks to the drow thing, where he finds Og. Worried, or not rally, he decides to talk. “Hey buddy. You alright?” His raven yells in his ear before Maginio taps him on the shoulder. “You sound insane.”
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Rajiira silently took her token, and the offered gold mostly in silence. She didn't quite trust anyone here yet, not that she was necessarily suspicious of them either. Simply nodding as her tail swishes behind her, the tiny tigress just barely the size of a small human of adult age. Her bright, emerald eyes contrasting against her pale-orange fur, interlaced with sharp black stripes. She had been in the least overall danger thanks to her bow, and the fact she was cautious.
Rajiira pondered what to get with her sudden gold boost, and considered getting something with her token.. once the shops were up and she had a chance to browse of course. She made her way around, intentionally avoiding the wreckage. She couldn't help much with the repairs, having no skill in building, and no strength to speak of in lifting debris. She attempted to recover as many of her arrows as she could find (Investigation?: 10) (she fired 4.)
If someone asked her for help, she would help in whatever minor capacity she could, but otherwise stayed to herself to observe the rest.
Fin rushes over to those making their way out of the hole to see if anyone needs help. As the day goes on she lends a hand as she can sending Fetsu to carry messages for people as needed.
Marvarax got out behind the counter and starting looking around, Sora was right behind him, the blue dragonborn called out "HELLO, is anyone there, the comotion has seemed to stop"
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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
Rajiira would hear the call from Marvarax, and sighed just a bit, striding towards the sound of the voice, her bow stowed on her back, and pocketing her rewards now. The tiny Tabaxi Tiger gettign to about where she assumed the voice had came from, before shouting back n a voice sounding like soft Russian, with accented R's, the voice clearly female, if a bit heady.
Jyes, the Commotion, as you put it, is overr. As far as we know, everything is dead.
"ok" Marvarax slowly exited the glory with Sora right behind him, as they exit the tavern you see two dragon born, one is a tall blue male with broad shoulders, the other is a green female who is holding on to a book, she seems scared "what exactly happened out their, I saw bits and pieces on the scry viewers but not much more then that"
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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
Swigg waits anxiously at the edge of the hole watching all the captured townspeople rise to the surface. As soon as Belle appears Swigg runs to her and hugs her kneecaps. The darkness in his mind recedes even though he feels its presence growing stronger. He looks up to her rather surprised at himself and says, "I... didn't know what I was going to do if I lost you. Are you ok?"
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The attackers are put down, but this is probably not the last we've seen of the Drow Matron's nefarious plans.
(The Battle has concluded)
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(And so the flood of immediate prize tokens begins! Eventually. :D)
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Ganathor returns to the Glory, sweaty and feeling a bit exhilarated. He looks for someone who will buy his leather armor as well as a place where he can find a shield and a set of scale mail.
He also makes a pact with Last Quip, the legendary Sword of Answering, becoming a hexblade warlock.
Lastly, he tries to find a job, preferably one where he can play his flute all day and get paid for it. Performance: 8
Edit: He also trades his token and potion of growth for a Cloak of Protection
He will help with the rebuilding efforts. Athletics: 18
Today the Glory managed to fill 0% of its capacity.
Grey Castle Lounge filled 0% of its capacity.
Amidst the chaos of battle and the repairs that follow, anyone who would have normally used their time to craft scrolls or otherwise game the system has found today is not a good day for that. You are constantly interrupted. You are in the way. The shop where you buy your supplies is closed. Etc.
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(@Bdiddy So no immediate turning in tokens? Sounds Legit. Also, aww nuts! Guess we'll do the right thing and clean up round town.)
Marmaduke and Zalandra, having been close to the last ones to leave the tunnel, eventually find themselves somewhere at the docks staring at the corpse of the purple worm in comfortable silence. Both look haggard as if having made some attempt at freeing themselves and possibly others(but mostly definitely themselves) from the Drow; only for things to not have worked out so well.
".... So, we need a new name." Says Zalandra.
"Yup." Replied Marmaduke without looking away from the worm.
"One... not involving the word Purple."
"Mmhmm…"
"Maybe... The Blue Wyrm?"
"Mn…"
"Yeah-no. I didn't think so... Should definitely involve Blue though..."
"E'yup."
The two slip back into a moment of silence.
"Think they'll let us harvest that worm over there."
"Nnnope."
"Pfft. Greedy Bastards."
"Mmhm…"
"You know, I don't want to find out about my mother anymore."
"Mn…"
"I should get a raise too."
A worn out Marmaduke looks up to the innocently smiling half-drow for a long, intense moment. Sighing through her nose, she looks back out to the waters. Though nothing is said, the duo are both smiling warmly.... Until someone yells at them to either get out the way or help clean things up.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
If you have two magic items, or tokens you can trade them in any time. I'll get round to posting the next match some time tomorrow. I'll let you all have a chance to apply experience first
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(if we have a Rare token and 1 magic item can we get a very rare item?)
(Trades are for hte same rarity as what you traded. 2 uncommons for an uncommon of choice, 2 rares for a rare of choice, etc)
In that case!
Mazara trades his uncommon token and Sword of Vengeance for a Gauntlets of Ogre Power. Though as he attuned to it later, a great golden spirit -- easily twice his size and muscle mass -- materializes before him. The Empyrean, or at least smaller and faint projection stares down... and starts cracking its knuckles. "H-hey, Dad. I-I told you find them." The being's eyes narrow at the now subtly trembling man. "A-ah c'mon! That was a dream! S-so, technically... I haven't lost yet."
The man leans in real close until Mazara and his Dad were practically nose to nose with each other. To his credit, the aasimar didn't shrink away; but, neither could he form proper sentences anymore staring eye to burning eyes with a being that radiated reality warping divine energies. "A man keeps to his promises. A deal, is, a deal." He leans back, and crosses his arms. "Training begins... Now."
"B-but!" In a flash of light, the duo are gone. The only traces of their of their existence being the scorched ground, and the once less than pleasant sky turning a crystal clear and beautiful.
(S/N: Took some liberties with the monster, but this is just flavoring for Mazara become a celestial pact warlock now after training in the Hyperbolic Celestial Chamber.)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Deceit wakes up with a gasp (in the infirmary i guess?) And looks around, seeing who else is hurt and if she can assist with anything to help rebuild and recover, also putting 50 gp down for added help if need be
Eldin shouts, "Grianne! Grianne!" as he peers inside the dead worm searching for his girlfriend.
Morthos while assuming still nearby Nara. Will heavily consider his following actions.
Morthos walks up to her in the midst of the battles remains and debris...
"Hey Nara!"
Og will wander around the battlefield, happily burning any drow corpse he encounters. He has an odd, haunted look in his eyes, and seems to be mumbling incoherently to himself under his breath.
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Maginio stretches and walks to the drow thing, where he finds Og. Worried, or not rally, he decides to talk. “Hey buddy. You alright?” His raven yells in his ear before Maginio taps him on the shoulder. “You sound insane.”
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Rajiira silently took her token, and the offered gold mostly in silence. She didn't quite trust anyone here yet, not that she was necessarily suspicious of them either. Simply nodding as her tail swishes behind her, the tiny tigress just barely the size of a small human of adult age. Her bright, emerald eyes contrasting against her pale-orange fur, interlaced with sharp black stripes. She had been in the least overall danger thanks to her bow, and the fact she was cautious.
Rajiira pondered what to get with her sudden gold boost, and considered getting something with her token.. once the shops were up and she had a chance to browse of course. She made her way around, intentionally avoiding the wreckage. She couldn't help much with the repairs, having no skill in building, and no strength to speak of in lifting debris. She attempted to recover as many of her arrows as she could find (Investigation?: 10) (she fired 4.)
If someone asked her for help, she would help in whatever minor capacity she could, but otherwise stayed to herself to observe the rest.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Fin
Fin rushes over to those making their way out of the hole to see if anyone needs help. As the day goes on she lends a hand as she can sending Fetsu to carry messages for people as needed.
Marvarax got out behind the counter and starting looking around, Sora was right behind him, the blue dragonborn called out "HELLO, is anyone there, the comotion has seemed to stop"
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
Rajiira would hear the call from Marvarax, and sighed just a bit, striding towards the sound of the voice, her bow stowed on her back, and pocketing her rewards now. The tiny Tabaxi Tiger gettign to about where she assumed the voice had came from, before shouting back n a voice sounding like soft Russian, with accented R's, the voice clearly female, if a bit heady.
Jyes, the Commotion, as you put it, is overr. As far as we know, everything is dead.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"ok" Marvarax slowly exited the glory with Sora right behind him, as they exit the tavern you see two dragon born, one is a tall blue male with broad shoulders, the other is a green female who is holding on to a book, she seems scared "what exactly happened out their, I saw bits and pieces on the scry viewers but not much more then that"
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
Swigg waits anxiously at the edge of the hole watching all the captured townspeople rise to the surface. As soon as Belle appears Swigg runs to her and hugs her kneecaps. The darkness in his mind recedes even though he feels its presence growing stronger. He looks up to her rather surprised at himself and says, "I... didn't know what I was going to do if I lost you. Are you ok?"
I got alot a doods