Rajiira's eye-slits narrowed as she focused in on the draconic pair, now finally sure where they were, but unaware of who they were, having only just recently came here. Rajiira ultimately decided to be blunt, not really sure what else she could say. There were apparently Drow, and Spiderrs, and a pair of giant worrms. The drrrow were easily taken care of by the many who took them on, the worrms.. took a bit longer... Essentially it was some sort of Drrrow attack.. beyond that, little else can be said, except that it's over. Therre is no need to be afrraid. Unless you're scared of rebuilding things.

"alright, well I guess this isn't the worst if they've all been dealt with" Marvarax looks around a bit "I probably could have handled a few" he looks upset he didn't do more "sorry I'm just going on, did I get your name by any chance"

Gell goes to loot what drow poison and pawifi's he can under the cover of Darkness. A safety precaution, if nothing else. Seeing Og mutilate corpses, he hesitates before approaching the man. 

"Og. That is enough."

He pauses to see if his words sink in, then risks reaching out to grab him the shoulder.

"There is a fine line between vengeance and madness. As there are in many things. Don't let them draw you deeper into the latter well after their dead. That's how they win." 

she turns as Morthos approaches her "Oh hey..now that we're not in danger of being eaten, you wanted to talk about sommthin?" she packs away the javelins she had prepared to throw at the purple worm

Og shakes himself, and seems to come back to his senses.

"So you would just have these corpses lie here for eternity?  They need to be disposed of, anyways."

"A tempting option."

Gell lets out raspy chuckle.

"Let us gather them for the pyre. Or however else these city dwellers wish to handle it. And leave it at that."

With that, the sorcerer starts going through the motion of piling up bodies atop Richard. Or borrow a nearby, undamaged cart.

"Oh, and congratulations by the way." 

(This roll is for earlier for finding any drow poison and/or Piwafwi(Cloak of Elvenkind) among the bodies. Both he stories in his bag covered in Darkness.) 

Investigation: 14.
(Same Modifiers if Perception would be more appropriate.)

Og nods, and begins piling bodies on whatever may be available.  He seems lost in thought, and isn't very talkative.

Rajiira would smirk, just a bit, before replying Nyo, you did not. She would say with a flick of her tail, her ears perking forward as she realizes this was a perfect opportunity, and berates herself for not thinking of doing so sooner. She would soon enough....

Her eyes dart back to the Dragonborn However this one believes it is customary to offer ones own name, before requesting anothers. Or perhaps this is nyot so in your home-land? her question wasn't laced with venom, and her tone was even. She seemed to be playing with the male to some degree. with another idle flick of her tail, she would add at the finish, This one will give you another chance to ask in the future if you really wish to know~. This Tigress has business to attend. Ta for nyow~ she purred, winking once before she was gone almost in the blink of an eye, simultaneously dashing with her natural feline agility she covered the space of 90-120 feet in a matter of seconds .. trying to get to the potential loot before it was gone.. she was new here.. and would need every advantage she could get for her first few matches. Besides.. leaving the male on that note would likely breed curiosity. The ranger hoped a seed had been planted.

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Once she arrived in the area that she had previously ignored during the melee, she would search the area for dead Drow that hadn't already been looted. (invest: 17)

If she found any, she would be seeking any money, or poison, as the Piwafwi's would disintegrate after an hour exposed to sunlight. Unlike Gell, she didn't care if someone saw her doing so. Afterall, the place here probably sold poison, and this was just another variety.

Sha'kar relaxes a bit as several members of the arena exit the hole after the fire burns through the webs.  "What happened down there?" He asks as he sags further from his injuries, finally sitting down to rest a bit.

Gell and R'ajiira, While these Drow used Drow Poison, it seems all they had was applied to their crossbow bolts prior to approaching the battle. None wore any Piwafwi. At least you weren't able to find anything useful if they did have them.

Sha'kar, Basil tells you all about it, but you're not sure if he's exaggerating, or just making it up as he goes along.

Rajiira still takes whatever bolts she can find. the 'tips' can always be 'reapplied' in creative ways. (how many do i find with my fantabulous 8 investigation? :P)

Sora spoke up a bit, trying to mask how nervous she was"well, she seemed intresting, oh god how could this have happen" "I don't really now, but atleast it's over"

The poison loses its potency shortly after its applied to a weapon. R'ajiira finds all the crossbow bolts she can carry. Mundane ammunition is also supplied free of charge to competitors.

Scarab walks through the rubble in a daze. He heals the wounded and helps rebuild where he can. Once he has exhausted himself, he goes to his room, prays to his gods, and falls asleep.

The first match of the next day has bern posted for Eldin and Parabolus.

https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/9701-coliseum-of-conquest-always-recruiting?comment=16579

"Do you want to go out Nara?"

"And... Yes I mean a date, just some good food at the glory or some other establishment and some good company for a night? If you're interested?"

Marmaduke eventually gets off her butt to go digging around in her Bag of Tricks.

3 -> Lion-O the Lion...
3 -> Bubba the Brown Bear...
6 -> Modak the Owl…

All three are summoned one after another and are given orders to put their backs into aiding in the rebuilding, or keeping their eyes in seeking any hidden remaining drow. 

Swigg smiles. Halfheartedly he responds, "No, but I could if I wanted to." The Sleeping One grumbles in minds ear and he shakes the distraction away. "Belle, I'd hate to brake it to you but the library is pretty trashed. Lets go back and fix it up."

Swigg leads Belle to the library and they do the best they can to clean up but there is much more work to be done.  At the end of the day they eat by candlelight a simple meal composed of what wasn't destroyed in the fridge.  Swigg plucks away on his guitar. "So... I once traveled to this crazy place called De-tro-it and saw this amazing thing called a Movie. This is a song from that." 

Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly

Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast

Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong

Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast

Swigg, Belle looks at you, and asks candidly. "Do you ever worry people will never accept the person you are?" She looks to the side ashamed, "Who could love a hideous ugly beast?"