"Generally i ssssstudy posssssible opponentssss and ssssearch for wayssss to humiliatingly crussssh them. But ssssome people like to drink to excessss and placcce betsss."
"What issss your proffesssssion?"
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quote from Romantically Apocalyptic byVitaly S Alexius
Tarset and the bird on his shoulder eye the snake-folk appraisingly.
"It seems like it would be foolhardy to give away too much for your studies. I wouldn't want you to crush me after all. Tell you wait, how about a fair trade game? Ask me a yes or no question that I will answer with honesty and forthrightness and then I will ask you the same. After each pair of questions either party can decide the game is done. Deal?"
Tarset lifts his hand to shake on it. The cloak on his back rises and falls off of his shoulder, revealing a leather and iron clad book resting in a strap across his belt.
(OOC: I tried to do some player snooping, but it looks like the link in your signature for Falqinor is pointing to Riavor by mistake...or maybe on purpose? Sneaky sneaky.)
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Arphaxad walked inside the dimly lit tavern surveying the different assortment of people from all races and all shapes that have gathered within. Most of them are busy doing something whether it be talking to each other, nursing a drink in the corner or playing dice. He had been to many places such as this in varying appearance from the utterly squalid to the prohibitively luxurious. And each time he was fascinated by the different people engaging with one another: At how every race was so different and yet the same.
'Well you're nae going to see much of the world and meet anyone if you stand aroun' gawk every time you see a lot of people in one place t'was fer sure...''
His scaled lips formed into a wide grin as he remembered his father's words to him the very first time he took him to see the world. Step father he reminded himself. Growing up as a dragonborn in a dwarven hold was difficult but not entirely bad. His dwarven step parents made sure that he was part of the clan and that he belonged and most if not all the clan members treated him as one of their own. Even if there was the occasional name calling and teasing from the children and the suspicious and overtly hostile looks from some of the adults.
Then again his stepfather being the clan leader and who had the final say on his status of being one of the family didn't hurt as well...or his step mother's coddling.
''My wee kobold...''
Arphaxad shrugged and shook his head off of the memories. As fond of them as he is, he is here in this place, this School of magic (Strange place to construct a school) for one thing...adventure...and gold so that's actually two things. Yes gold and adventure. Being careful not to bump into the patrons of the tavern, the seven-foot-tall black scaled dragonborn headed straight toward the bar where a tabaxi polishing a glass on his apron gives him a suspicions look. Unfazed with the sour disposition, he put one of his clawed hands on the counter, flashed a winning draconic grin and said,
''What in Clangeddin's beard would a man need t'do t'get a drink 'roun here?''
Silent and frowning, Darius made his way back to the tavern. Another loss... he wasn't exactly happy. Picking a table by himself, the pirate waved down the waitress to order an ale and brood.
Fenkas gives both of his opponents a good handshake once he comes to his senses. Still a little dizzy from the effects of the spell, he takes a few moments to recollect his broom, before heading out to find Darius. They fought well, but they had the odds stacked against them and Fenkas is just happy to have been in the Coliseum. The half-elf is a little miffed that he lost to Forge again, but he shrugs it off.
Once he arrives at the tavern (where he knows Darius will likely be), Fenkas grins and joins the pirate at the table. "Don't feel bad about that loss, it was going to be tough from the get-go, and that spell that Lenalia cast at the end was a real sucker punch. If only I could have seen her when she cast it, I might have been able to do something." Fenkas stares off into space as he starts to imagine future scenarios that could have played out if parts of that fight had gone differently.
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Darius was silent a moment, then nodded. He frowned, and was about to speak, but caught himself. No point in just complaining--that didn't exactly make one look very sure of oneself.
Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Lenalia was definitely the one who won it for the team. That said..."He grimaced. "That spell the dwarf hit me with, though... that was unexpected." The pirate let himself chuckle, a rather dark and cynical laugh. "You mages and your magics. Guess I'll just have to push harder at finishing things next time in the arena."
Lenalia will walk into the bar and order up a round of drinks for everyone, before settling down next to Darius and Fenkas and raising her glass. "To glorious fights and long friendships!" And she'll toss her drink back and say with a smile: "Well boys, that was a very different fight than I expected. Dual surrenders? I didn't see that coming, and I think it's safe to say Charmel was a good deal fresher when she left than Rothander. But, such are the tides of battle! Always fun to get your blood up like that. Drinks are on me tonight!"
Darius gave a non-committal grunt to Lenalia, then just a nod to Forge. The table was getting crowded--the pirate felt the increased burden of behaving "civilly" among the landlubbers, and habitually retreated to terseness.
Trying to keep his mind occupied with something besides chatter, he discretely glanced over his fellow combatants. It suddenly struck him that all three were primarily mages of one sort or another; the dwarf even looked like he could also pass as a cleric, although Darius didn't recall seeing him cast any obviously-divine magics during their battle. Still, the revelation that everyone else at the table were all spellcasters was an immediate annoyance, which he hid behind a look of sheer stone-faced apathy. If the next coliseum bout was a free-for-all, he might just have to hide and let them out-magic each other first. Although the idea of hiding during combat only worsened his increasingly-sour disposition.
"F*#$! it," he thought to himself, deciding to dismiss it all. He knew who he was, and was confident enough in his abilities to trust them to bring him the win next time. He gulped his ale, not quite managing to suppress the slight smirk that had creeped onto his face.
He turned toward Lenalia. "So, they have anything good among your rewards?" Just a casual query. She'd likely already surpassed him in the rankings now--he figured she'd have no reason to hide any new advantage from him, even if he were fishing for info.
Lenalia will proudly swish the cloak she is wearing out in front of Darius, and she immediately becomes almost...blurry? It's like she's either partially in two different spaces or moving so fast that she's transposed into two separate versions of herself. "That chest had an exquisite Mandolin that almost caught my eye, but I'm partial to my Bandore for the moment, so instead I got this lovely Cloak of Displacement, which looks like it is made out of the skins of displacer beasts, or some other exotic animal from the outer planes. It appears to spread out my presence a bit, with might make me harder to hit! I never did like getting tied down!" She grins and pops out her mirror image duplicates, which also appear blurry.
She will dismiss the images after a moment, then say "I hope to see you all again in the arena soon. Every time we fight, I can feel us all learning and growing! To live is to grow, and you've all made this a very lively few days indeed!"
Darius nodded at the display, his face a blank slate, but inside he whistled in surprise. Displacer Beast skins?!! He didn't even know those could be used in making magic items, but it made sense, and the effect was indeed just like the original owners of the skins.
He chuckled as he shook his head. "Now that's an impressive piece of craftsmanship! May have to try for one of those myself." Rubbing his chin, he silently made up his mind to do a bit more research on protective items.
The pirate again nodded, appraising the book's appearance through his expression, but remaining silent. He figured the magical tome would likely be beyond him, and besides, if it meant more spells, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to inquire about the details anyway.
After pausing a respectful amount of time, he quipped, "I don't guess they had any magic axes for you to grab? Too bad if not; you'd probably do well swinging something like that." He looked the dwarf over, not for the first time acknowledging his apparent strength.
Due to participant limits, the next match will feature any interested level-3 competitors. The match will begin in the next 48 hours. Or sooner, if all level contestants gather before then.
OOC question: how much in game time passes between the announcement of the arena conditions and the start of the match. Time allowing I would like to change my familiar's form to an owl because of the lighting conditions...but that would require an hour of in game time.
Is that possible?
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@Bounces: Time is a little... fluid in the coliseum. So, any swaps like that you can safely prior to your match without issue. Same for using short rest features to get back resoucres like arcane recovery., for example.)
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Forge, oblivious to the fact that Darius didn't address him, shows a fancy looking book.
"I got this grimoire. I can't wait to read it."
Lenalia will admire Forge's book as well, and say "We'll that ought to give you a bit extra oomph to your spells, huh? I hope they're still slinging for me, not against me next battle!" With that, Lenalia will pull out her Bandore and attempt to earn back some of the money she's spent on drinks for the evening by serenading the assembly with tales of the arena, albeit a bit exaggerated to be larger than life.
A chime announces the next battle and its conditions, and Tarset withdraws his hand. "Well sorry Falquinor, seems like that game of questions will have to wait until next time. I need to go prepare for my first match. Wish me luck!"
Gathering his supplies and giving a short whistle to the raven that is cracking peanuts at the bar and dropping shells on the floor, he excuses himself to a small private table and begins drawing a ritual circle of transmutation. After an hour of work the raven becomes shorter and fluffier as it turns to an owl.
"Okay Tesrat, I think we are ready. Let's go see what we can do."
With a hoot of acknowledgement the owl hops up his arm to his shoulder as he leaves the common room and heads to the battle ground.
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Falqinor stood up as well "i am also going to the same battle. Due to my last loss"
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This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic byVitaly S Alexius
The next match will feature any interested level-7 competitors. The match will begin in the next 48 hours. Or sooner, if all level contestants gather before then.
"Alright All Right, I said!", a woman is shoved into the arena. "You arseholes! Next time I'll give you the other end so hard you'll taste it!" she shakes her hammer at someone unseen.
The woman in beaten armor makes a rude gesture before the arena door shuts. "Well, how do we do this thing then?"
(Mobile)
"Generally i ssssstudy posssssible opponentssss and ssssearch for wayssss to humiliatingly crussssh them. But ssssome people like to drink to excessss and placcce betsss."
"What issss your proffesssssion?"
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
Tarset and the bird on his shoulder eye the snake-folk appraisingly.
"It seems like it would be foolhardy to give away too much for your studies. I wouldn't want you to crush me after all. Tell you wait, how about a fair trade game? Ask me a yes or no question that I will answer with honesty and forthrightness and then I will ask you the same. After each pair of questions either party can decide the game is done. Deal?"
Tarset lifts his hand to shake on it. The cloak on his back rises and falls off of his shoulder, revealing a leather and iron clad book resting in a strap across his belt.
(OOC: I tried to do some player snooping, but it looks like the link in your signature for Falqinor is pointing to Riavor by mistake...or maybe on purpose? Sneaky sneaky.)
Founding Member of the High Roller Society. (Currently trying to roll max on 4d6)
Character Sheet: https://ddb.ac/characters/52971427/yOA78K
Arphaxad walked inside the dimly lit tavern surveying the different assortment of people from all races and all shapes that have gathered within. Most of them are busy doing something whether it be talking to each other, nursing a drink in the corner or playing dice. He had been to many places such as this in varying appearance from the utterly squalid to the prohibitively luxurious. And each time he was fascinated by the different people engaging with one another: At how every race was so different and yet the same.
'Well you're nae going to see much of the world and meet anyone if you stand aroun' gawk every time you see a lot of people in one place t'was fer sure...''
His scaled lips formed into a wide grin as he remembered his father's words to him the very first time he took him to see the world. Step father he reminded himself. Growing up as a dragonborn in a dwarven hold was difficult but not entirely bad. His dwarven step parents made sure that he was part of the clan and that he belonged and most if not all the clan members treated him as one of their own. Even if there was the occasional name calling and teasing from the children and the suspicious and overtly hostile looks from some of the adults.
Then again his stepfather being the clan leader and who had the final say on his status of being one of the family didn't hurt as well...or his step mother's coddling.
''My wee kobold...''
Arphaxad shrugged and shook his head off of the memories. As fond of them as he is, he is here in this place, this School of magic (Strange place to construct a school) for one thing...adventure...and gold so that's actually two things. Yes gold and adventure. Being careful not to bump into the patrons of the tavern, the seven-foot-tall black scaled dragonborn headed straight toward the bar where a tabaxi polishing a glass on his apron gives him a suspicions look. Unfazed with the sour disposition, he put one of his clawed hands on the counter, flashed a winning draconic grin and said,
''What in Clangeddin's beard would a man need t'do t'get a drink 'roun here?''
Silent and frowning, Darius made his way back to the tavern. Another loss... he wasn't exactly happy. Picking a table by himself, the pirate waved down the waitress to order an ale and brood.
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>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Fenkas gives both of his opponents a good handshake once he comes to his senses. Still a little dizzy from the effects of the spell, he takes a few moments to recollect his broom, before heading out to find Darius. They fought well, but they had the odds stacked against them and Fenkas is just happy to have been in the Coliseum. The half-elf is a little miffed that he lost to Forge again, but he shrugs it off.
Once he arrives at the tavern (where he knows Darius will likely be), Fenkas grins and joins the pirate at the table. "Don't feel bad about that loss, it was going to be tough from the get-go, and that spell that Lenalia cast at the end was a real sucker punch. If only I could have seen her when she cast it, I might have been able to do something." Fenkas stares off into space as he starts to imagine future scenarios that could have played out if parts of that fight had gone differently.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Darius was silent a moment, then nodded. He frowned, and was about to speak, but caught himself. No point in just complaining--that didn't exactly make one look very sure of oneself.
Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Lenalia was definitely the one who won it for the team. That said..." He grimaced. "That spell the dwarf hit me with, though... that was unexpected." The pirate let himself chuckle, a rather dark and cynical laugh. "You mages and your magics. Guess I'll just have to push harder at finishing things next time in the arena."
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>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Lenalia will walk into the bar and order up a round of drinks for everyone, before settling down next to Darius and Fenkas and raising her glass. "To glorious fights and long friendships!" And she'll toss her drink back and say with a smile: "Well boys, that was a very different fight than I expected. Dual surrenders? I didn't see that coming, and I think it's safe to say Charmel was a good deal fresher when she left than Rothander. But, such are the tides of battle! Always fun to get your blood up like that. Drinks are on me tonight!"
Lenalia BrightSong Bard Sorcerer in Coliseum of Conquest
DM For Amphail Adventures
Forge orders a glass of milk like the awkward, nerd that he is and sits next to Fenkas.
"I really did hope we were on the same team this time..."
Then, turning to the others.
"It's good to see us still in it this long, eh?"
Forge - Arena Wizard Tank
Darius gave a non-committal grunt to Lenalia, then just a nod to Forge. The table was getting crowded--the pirate felt the increased burden of behaving "civilly" among the landlubbers, and habitually retreated to terseness.
Trying to keep his mind occupied with something besides chatter, he discretely glanced over his fellow combatants. It suddenly struck him that all three were primarily mages of one sort or another; the dwarf even looked like he could also pass as a cleric, although Darius didn't recall seeing him cast any obviously-divine magics during their battle. Still, the revelation that everyone else at the table were all spellcasters was an immediate annoyance, which he hid behind a look of sheer stone-faced apathy. If the next coliseum bout was a free-for-all, he might just have to hide and let them out-magic each other first. Although the idea of hiding during combat only worsened his increasingly-sour disposition.
"F*#$! it," he thought to himself, deciding to dismiss it all. He knew who he was, and was confident enough in his abilities to trust them to bring him the win next time. He gulped his ale, not quite managing to suppress the slight smirk that had creeped onto his face.
He turned toward Lenalia. "So, they have anything good among your rewards?" Just a casual query. She'd likely already surpassed him in the rankings now--he figured she'd have no reason to hide any new advantage from him, even if he were fishing for info.
Tooltips Post (2024 PHB updates) - incl. General Rules
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Lenalia will proudly swish the cloak she is wearing out in front of Darius, and she immediately becomes almost...blurry? It's like she's either partially in two different spaces or moving so fast that she's transposed into two separate versions of herself. "That chest had an exquisite Mandolin that almost caught my eye, but I'm partial to my Bandore for the moment, so instead I got this lovely Cloak of Displacement, which looks like it is made out of the skins of displacer beasts, or some other exotic animal from the outer planes. It appears to spread out my presence a bit, with might make me harder to hit! I never did like getting tied down!" She grins and pops out her mirror image duplicates, which also appear blurry.
She will dismiss the images after a moment, then say "I hope to see you all again in the arena soon. Every time we fight, I can feel us all learning and growing! To live is to grow, and you've all made this a very lively few days indeed!"
Lenalia BrightSong Bard Sorcerer in Coliseum of Conquest
DM For Amphail Adventures
Forge, oblivious to the fact that Darius didn't address him, shows a fancy looking book.
"I got this grimoire. I can't wait to read it."
Forge - Arena Wizard Tank
Darius nodded at the display, his face a blank slate, but inside he whistled in surprise. Displacer Beast skins?!! He didn't even know those could be used in making magic items, but it made sense, and the effect was indeed just like the original owners of the skins.
He chuckled as he shook his head. "Now that's an impressive piece of craftsmanship! May have to try for one of those myself." Rubbing his chin, he silently made up his mind to do a bit more research on protective items.
The pirate again nodded, appraising the book's appearance through his expression, but remaining silent. He figured the magical tome would likely be beyond him, and besides, if it meant more spells, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to inquire about the details anyway.
After pausing a respectful amount of time, he quipped, "I don't guess they had any magic axes for you to grab? Too bad if not; you'd probably do well swinging something like that." He looked the dwarf over, not for the first time acknowledging his apparent strength.
Tooltips Post (2024 PHB updates) - incl. General Rules
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Due to participant limits, the next match will feature any interested level-3 competitors. The match will begin in the next 48 hours. Or sooner, if all level contestants gather before then.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
OOC question: how much in game time passes between the announcement of the arena conditions and the start of the match. Time allowing I would like to change my familiar's form to an owl because of the lighting conditions...but that would require an hour of in game time.
Is that possible?
Founding Member of the High Roller Society. (Currently trying to roll max on 4d6)
@Bounces: Time is a little... fluid in the coliseum. So, any swaps like that you can safely prior to your match without issue. Same for using short rest features to get back resoucres like arcane recovery., for example.)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lenalia will admire Forge's book as well, and say "We'll that ought to give you a bit extra oomph to your spells, huh? I hope they're still slinging for me, not against me next battle!" With that, Lenalia will pull out her Bandore and attempt to earn back some of the money she's spent on drinks for the evening by serenading the assembly with tales of the arena, albeit a bit exaggerated to be larger than life.
Lenalia BrightSong Bard Sorcerer in Coliseum of Conquest
DM For Amphail Adventures
A chime announces the next battle and its conditions, and Tarset withdraws his hand. "Well sorry Falquinor, seems like that game of questions will have to wait until next time. I need to go prepare for my first match. Wish me luck!"
Gathering his supplies and giving a short whistle to the raven that is cracking peanuts at the bar and dropping shells on the floor, he excuses himself to a small private table and begins drawing a ritual circle of transmutation. After an hour of work the raven becomes shorter and fluffier as it turns to an owl.
"Okay Tesrat, I think we are ready. Let's go see what we can do."
With a hoot of acknowledgement the owl hops up his arm to his shoulder as he leaves the common room and heads to the battle ground.
Founding Member of the High Roller Society. (Currently trying to roll max on 4d6)
Falqinor stood up as well "i am also going to the same battle. Due to my last loss"
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
The next match will feature any interested level-7 competitors. The match will begin in the next 48 hours. Or sooner, if all level contestants gather before then.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/91724-echoes-of-the-glory-coliseum-of-conquest-extended?comment=545
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Alright All Right, I said!", a woman is shoved into the arena. "You arseholes! Next time I'll give you the other end so hard you'll taste it!" she shakes her hammer at someone unseen.
The woman in beaten armor makes a rude gesture before the arena door shuts. "Well, how do we do this thing then?"
Addison Bennet https://ddb.ac/characters/37025850/7ksLUJ
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
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-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
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