Eldin holds the cat close in an attempt to comfort Grianne-cat. He answers Gin's questions, "Ah yes. Nice to meet you. Er... Can we talk later? This is sort of a not great time."
The distinctive twang of a banjo rings out as the door of the Glory swings open, with its player soon coming into sight. He was ugly as sin, with his corpse-like pallor and oddly shriveled flesh, though his horrific appearance was made slightly comical by his straw hat and the fact that he was wearing overalls, which are generally not the kind of clothing you take seriously.
The banjo-playing corpse-looking man ambles over to the bar, finding himself a seat; woe betide any sitting next to him, because this weirdo smells like a spice cabinet with a hint of swamp water thrown in.
As Grianne shifted back, Eldin gently put her down. He says, " No, I'm sorry I brought it up really. I just... didn't realize that... you know. You were... too focused on the combat to notice the crowd."
Grianne explains to Eldin The combat is like the hunt. Knowing what is too far outside my immediate surroundings is not important. Grianne shivers slightly. I was in the moment.
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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
Eldin says partly to make Grianne feel a bit better about herself, "Well, that kinda explains why you're so good in combat. Speaking of which, how are your powers coming along? I seem to have been gifted with a different set of spells and powers by my god."
(The next battle will start very soon, I presume I'll be able to start it today... Of course I thought I'd have been there 4 days ago too, but both of the current matches stalled.)
(The next battle will start very soon, I presume I'll be able to start it today... Of course I thought I'd have been there 4 days ago too, but both of the current matches stalled.)
(Huzzah!)
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
In the medical facilities on campus Daisy sits up suddenly in her bed. "It's begun..." she whispers.
As students and teachers of the academy observe the battles taking place around the ruins of Sel'eman, several observers gasp in surprise while watching the level-6 match advance through the third round...
A group of autonomous monsters invade the battle, as expected, as part of the battle conditions, however these foes strike out against the watching fans rather than concentrating their efforts on the combatants. The scene turns to chaos as yet more enemies appear. Some of the observers take up arms to defend themselves and others. At once those watching from the academy are confronted by the sounds of yet more disruptions in the halls and grounds nearby...
Those not currently locked in battle have had an opportunity to rest since the last matches have come to an end.
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Banjo Man rummaged through his backpack and came to a realization: he didn't have much money to his name; his funds were little more than pocket change, barely worth more than a political promise.
It was time to acquire some coin in the most non-life-threatening way he knew of: playing the banjo. Well, either that or he'd go fight in the arena, but playing for change was a much more immediate benefit. With that plan formed, Banjo Man hit the street and stood by a corner, throwing down his straw hat upon the ground before striking up a rousing, fast-paced tune.
Olly stopped her playing to listen to a distant song of the banjo. The Satyr, for all of fascination with it however, gets almost immediately sidetracked by people rushing this way and that complaining about constructs going mad.
"A mass panic and I'm not the cause? How dare they!? Oh, I'll show those tin heads yet!"
She speeds off for the arena where the battle is thickest!
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Eldin holds the cat close in an attempt to comfort Grianne-cat. He answers Gin's questions, "Ah yes. Nice to meet you. Er... Can we talk later? This is sort of a not great time."
“Bad time? My bad.”
he walks off, even more confused
Eldin leaves the academy with Grianne and goes to the forest where it's quiet so she can calm down a bit without worry of having to talk to people.
The distinctive twang of a banjo rings out as the door of the Glory swings open, with its player soon coming into sight. He was ugly as sin, with his corpse-like pallor and oddly shriveled flesh, though his horrific appearance was made slightly comical by his straw hat and the fact that he was wearing overalls, which are generally not the kind of clothing you take seriously.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/AcerakTheEternal/characters/3019471
(Banjo Man, remastered. Accept no substitutes.)
The banjo-playing corpse-looking man ambles over to the bar, finding himself a seat; woe betide any sitting next to him, because this weirdo smells like a spice cabinet with a hint of swamp water thrown in.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
When secured away into the nearby forest, Grianne shifts back. She takes a deep breath and starts to calm down.
I..I'm sorry I panicked. I...kissed you, in front of who knows how many people...
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)
As Grianne shifted back, Eldin gently put her down. He says, " No, I'm sorry I brought it up really. I just... didn't realize that... you know. You were... too focused on the combat to notice the crowd."
I long rest and try again for info on daisy and alanya
Grianne explains to Eldin The combat is like the hunt. Knowing what is too far outside my immediate surroundings is not important. Grianne shivers slightly. I was in the moment.
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)
Eldin says partly to make Grianne feel a bit better about herself, "Well, that kinda explains why you're so good in combat. Speaking of which, how are your powers coming along? I seem to have been gifted with a different set of spells and powers by my god."
I will give the Help action to Gin Rummy.
The three teachings of Tyre:
Nothing is forbidden.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is impossible.
Also I stan Tomoe for life
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(You may try again after each match you've fought. But by then Swigg may have finished his match and told you all about it.)
Extended Signature
(Ok, do we know if a L3 match is close to starting?)
(The next battle will start very soon, I presume I'll be able to start it today... Of course I thought I'd have been there 4 days ago too, but both of the current matches stalled.)
Extended Signature
(Huzzah!)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
In the medical facilities on campus Daisy sits up suddenly in her bed. "It's begun..." she whispers.
As students and teachers of the academy observe the battles taking place around the ruins of Sel'eman, several observers gasp in surprise while watching the level-6 match advance through the third round...
A group of autonomous monsters invade the battle, as expected, as part of the battle conditions, however these foes strike out against the watching fans rather than concentrating their efforts on the combatants. The scene turns to chaos as yet more enemies appear. Some of the observers take up arms to defend themselves and others. At once those watching from the academy are confronted by the sounds of yet more disruptions in the halls and grounds nearby...
Those not currently locked in battle have had an opportunity to rest since the last matches have come to an end.
Everyone is invited to join this battle:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/9701-coliseum-of-conquest-no-longer-recruiting?comment=18686
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(I guess Sha’kar going out to find daisy and helping get her back for help at the academy was before his match started :D)
Banjo Man rummaged through his backpack and came to a realization: he didn't have much money to his name; his funds were little more than pocket change, barely worth more than a political promise.
It was time to acquire some coin in the most non-life-threatening way he knew of: playing the banjo. Well, either that or he'd go fight in the arena, but playing for change was a much more immediate benefit. With that plan formed, Banjo Man hit the street and stood by a corner, throwing down his straw hat upon the ground before striking up a rousing, fast-paced tune.
Performance: 21
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Olly stopped her playing to listen to a distant song of the banjo. The Satyr, for all of fascination with it however, gets almost immediately sidetracked by people rushing this way and that complaining about constructs going mad.
"A mass panic and I'm not the cause? How dare they!? Oh, I'll show those tin heads yet!"
She speeds off for the arena where the battle is thickest!
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
(How that meme goes? Press X to Doubt? lol. Here's to seeing if Bdaddly let's it slide!)
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey