“Sound good to me but I’m not quite up to competing yet so I’ll tag along with you to the riddle contest as cheering support.” Still looking a bit peckish Kenar worries that the jostling of the arm wrestlers might work up his stomach again.
"I think regrouping at the tortoises would be an excellent idea. That way those that don't want to participate in certain events aren't made to watch in case it's not the most of exciting ever. Those that wanna head to the puzzle, I'll lead the way."
Nexus turned to get her bearings, glancing at the nearby buildings to determine where she was at and which way to go.
"I'd like to take part in the game of riddles," Aldith says and moves to follow Nexus and Kenar. "Although the more I think about it, tortoise-herding does sound pretty fun. I've never herded a tortoise before."
Aldith turns to Nexus and points down the road they came from. "I think we need to go back past the Temple of the Luxon."
"Great, we'll meet back up by the tortoises, I'm looking forward to that." Shayone smiles, and gestures to those who were interested in the arm wrestling. "I think it's down this way."
Kalhala is surprised the Nexus is willing to split up in the Jumble and join others she just met, but he's proud of her. He gives her a smile and a nod and joins the rest towards the arm wrestling. He starts flexing his biceps as he walks. "Gotta get them warmed up!" he winks at anyone who looks at him flexing, "See you at the tortoises!" he shouts back at the rest of them.
You approach a brick building with a sign that reads, “Beefslab Butchers.” A simple table and two chairs have been set up outside. Both chairs are currently occupied by two drow wearing the armor of the Aurora Watch, their elbows braced against the table and their hands locked in an arm-wrestling duel. Two dozen festivalgoers watch them silently, until—SLAM!—the occupant of the left chair pushes her opponent’s arm to the table and the crowd erupts in whoops and cheers.
Nearby, a hulking orcish woman in what must be her mid-fifties and a male goblin wearing a stained butcher’s smock oversee the entire affair. The orc is dressed in a similar set of Aurora Watch armor to the two drow that were arm wrestling earlier. “Come on, people of Jigow! Come prove your strength against the Aurora Watch! If you can get past one of my companions, you can challenge me, Maryl Bronzefang, for the title of Arm-Wrestling Champion of the Festival of Merit!”
Kalhala turns to Mornin and Shayone, "Alrighty, this is it!"he has a big grin on his face and all hunched over talking to the others, trying to contain his excitement, "who wants to step up first?"
"I'll go." Mornin steps toward the table, after making sure his cloak is secure.
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You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
Shayone studies Maryl -- she's sure this is her old friend, but faced with the actual fact of decades of time passed, with someone who shows it more than a drow, she finds she needs a minute to take in the changes before approaching the woman.
Maryl grins, baring her sharp orcish tusks with competitive zeal. "Excellent! Take a seat, big fella, let's see how strong you really are! Sablia, he's all yours!" The veteran states, and one of the drow women in Aurora Watch armor steps forward to meet Mornin as an opponent."And, oi! Minotaur! What're you sulking for? Get over here and challenge Kharrene, this seat's just calling your name!"Maryl beckons Kalhala, patting the back of the other empty chair as another drow woman in chitinous armor takes a seat across from it.
Mornin sits in his chair across from Sablia the drow guard and they clasp hands. Despite his hands being much larger than her own, Sablia has a strong grip on the burly man. A whistle is blown and the two begin to push, but much to Mornin's surprise the Aurora Watch guard overpowers him and presses his hand all the way to the other side of the table, slowly but surely. The crowd erupts in cheers. "Sablia wins!"The goblin in the butcher smock exclaims.
Mornin attempts to persuade Sablia for a round 2 (with Shayone stepping in to help) but the drow simply smirks and shakes her head. "Sorry, love. You gave it your all, but that's all you'll get from me. You can try again next year!" She laughs.
Kalhala looks up as Maryl shouts down to him, and gives her a big grin. He about leaps up on the stage and takes his seat. "Kharrene, is it? Well met! Name is Kalhala, I do enjoy a good strength test!" And he puts up his hand to receive hers, looking at Maryl for the signal.
"Well met, and best of luck, Kalhala... you'll need it!" Kharrene chuckles, grasping the minotaur's hand. A whistle is blown, and the match begins, but it's over in the blink of an eye. Kalhala effortlessly overpowers Kharrene, forcing her hand down to the table with a resounding SLAM! The spectators erupt into cheers and whistles while Kharrene shakes her hand as though she accidentally hit her thumb with a hammer.
"Just your luck for getting cocky against a bloody minotaur, Kharrene!"Maryl guffaws. Her eyes narrow at Kalhala. "Impressive display... Let's see if you've got strength enough to best me!"
Maryl takes a seat across from Kalhala and offers her hand. "Ready whenever you are, boy."
Kalhala and Maryl clasp hands, the veins in their muscular arms bulging slightly as they tighten their grips. The whistle is blown, and the struggle begins! For several seconds, it's a stalemate; every time Kalhala gets the upper hand, Maryl summons the strength to push back. There's a tense silence over the crowd as these two mighty individuals are perfectly matched in terms of physical power... But Maryl begins to waver. Kalhala presses, and presses, and presses... until finally, Maryl loses control and her hand is smashed against the table with a hearty WHAM! The crowd goes nuts! "Kal-ha-la! Kal-ha-la! Kal-ha-la!"
"Well, I'll be damned," Maryl grumbles, shaking her head, a grin on her face. "Looks like we've got a winner! Vars, get the strongman a medal, why don'tcha?"
The goblin in the smock approaches Kalhala with a medal carved from ebony wood in the shape of a flexing arm. "Congratulations, Kalhala! As an official of the Festival of Merit, I present to you this Medal of Muscle!" He says, slipping it over Kalhala's head and hanging it around his neck.
"Good effort, kid. You're one of the strongest I've faced today," Maryl says, extending a hand for a shake.
Kalhala steps over to the goblin and leans way down so that the goblin can put the medal over his neck. As he stands back up, the minotaur is absolutely beaming. He grasps Maryl's hand with both of his and give it a good pump. "Thanks! That was a lot of fun, I'll be back next year to keep my title!"and gives the orc a wink before heading back down to join Mornin and Shayone.
"Can't wait to show this one off to Nexus, and speaking of, I wonder how they're doing at the riddles!"
"Good job. Very strong." Mornin gives Kalhala a congratulatory shoulder tap with his fist. He then turns to Shayone, "Thank you for trying to help me. Your turn now?" He asks, pointing to the stage and Maryl.
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Shayone cheers with the crowd, and claps for her new friend, but is a little sorry to see her old friend defeated. At Mornin's words, she turns. "Oh I don't think I could do any better than you did." She shows off the lack of muscle definition in her arms, then raises her voice a little. "Though there was definitely a time where I could put 'Bruiser' Bronzefang's knuckles to the floor," hoping to get Maryl's attention.
Maryl raises an eyebrow in Shayone's direction. "You say, 'Bruiser?' You serve in Bazzoxan or something? Don't recognize your face, stranger,"The orc growls. "Who're you supposed to be?"
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“Sound good to me but I’m not quite up to competing yet so I’ll tag along with you to the riddle contest as cheering support.” Still looking a bit peckish Kenar worries that the jostling of the arm wrestlers might work up his stomach again.
"I think regrouping at the tortoises would be an excellent idea. That way those that don't want to participate in certain events aren't made to watch in case it's not the most of exciting ever. Those that wanna head to the puzzle, I'll lead the way."
Nexus turned to get her bearings, glancing at the nearby buildings to determine where she was at and which way to go.
"I'd like to take part in the game of riddles," Aldith says and moves to follow Nexus and Kenar. "Although the more I think about it, tortoise-herding does sound pretty fun. I've never herded a tortoise before."
Aldith turns to Nexus and points down the road they came from. "I think we need to go back past the Temple of the Luxon."
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
"Great, we'll meet back up by the tortoises, I'm looking forward to that." Shayone smiles, and gestures to those who were interested in the arm wrestling. "I think it's down this way."
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Kalhala is surprised the Nexus is willing to split up in the Jumble and join others she just met, but he's proud of her. He gives her a smile and a nod and joins the rest towards the arm wrestling. He starts flexing his biceps as he walks. "Gotta get them warmed up!" he winks at anyone who looks at him flexing, "See you at the tortoises!" he shouts back at the rest of them.
You approach a brick building with a sign that reads, “Beefslab Butchers.” A simple table and two chairs have been set up outside. Both chairs are currently occupied by two drow wearing the armor of the Aurora Watch, their elbows braced against the table and their hands locked in an arm-wrestling duel. Two dozen festivalgoers watch them silently, until—SLAM!—the occupant of the left chair pushes her opponent’s arm to the table and the crowd erupts in whoops and cheers.
Nearby, a hulking orcish woman in what must be her mid-fifties and a male goblin wearing a stained butcher’s smock oversee the entire affair. The orc is dressed in a similar set of Aurora Watch armor to the two drow that were arm wrestling earlier. “Come on, people of Jigow! Come prove your strength against the Aurora Watch! If you can get past one of my companions, you can challenge me, Maryl Bronzefang, for the title of Arm-Wrestling Champion of the Festival of Merit!”
Kalhala turns to Mornin and Shayone, "Alrighty, this is it!" he has a big grin on his face and all hunched over talking to the others, trying to contain his excitement, "who wants to step up first?"
"I'll go." Mornin steps toward the table, after making sure his cloak is secure.
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
"Oh, ok" Kalhala looks a bit deflated, obvious now he was only asking to be polite. But gets ready to cheer on his teammate.
Shayone studies Maryl -- she's sure this is her old friend, but faced with the actual fact of decades of time passed, with someone who shows it more than a drow, she finds she needs a minute to take in the changes before approaching the woman.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Maryl grins, baring her sharp orcish tusks with competitive zeal. "Excellent! Take a seat, big fella, let's see how strong you really are! Sablia, he's all yours!" The veteran states, and one of the drow women in Aurora Watch armor steps forward to meet Mornin as an opponent. "And, oi! Minotaur! What're you sulking for? Get over here and challenge Kharrene, this seat's just calling your name!" Maryl beckons Kalhala, patting the back of the other empty chair as another drow woman in chitinous armor takes a seat across from it.
Mornin sits in his chair across from Sablia the drow guard and they clasp hands. Despite his hands being much larger than her own, Sablia has a strong grip on the burly man. A whistle is blown and the two begin to push, but much to Mornin's surprise the Aurora Watch guard overpowers him and presses his hand all the way to the other side of the table, slowly but surely. The crowd erupts in cheers. "Sablia wins!" The goblin in the butcher smock exclaims.
Mornin attempts to persuade Sablia for a round 2 (with Shayone stepping in to help) but the drow simply smirks and shakes her head. "Sorry, love. You gave it your all, but that's all you'll get from me. You can try again next year!" She laughs.
Kalhala looks up as Maryl shouts down to him, and gives her a big grin. He about leaps up on the stage and takes his seat. "Kharrene, is it? Well met! Name is Kalhala, I do enjoy a good strength test!" And he puts up his hand to receive hers, looking at Maryl for the signal.
"Well met, and best of luck, Kalhala... you'll need it!" Kharrene chuckles, grasping the minotaur's hand. A whistle is blown, and the match begins, but it's over in the blink of an eye. Kalhala effortlessly overpowers Kharrene, forcing her hand down to the table with a resounding SLAM! The spectators erupt into cheers and whistles while Kharrene shakes her hand as though she accidentally hit her thumb with a hammer.
"Just your luck for getting cocky against a bloody minotaur, Kharrene!" Maryl guffaws. Her eyes narrow at Kalhala. "Impressive display... Let's see if you've got strength enough to best me!"
Maryl takes a seat across from Kalhala and offers her hand. "Ready whenever you are, boy."
Kalhala raises his eyebrow as the orc takes a seat. He cracks his fingers then places his hand in hers. He looks intent and ready, "Ready."
Kalhala and Maryl clasp hands, the veins in their muscular arms bulging slightly as they tighten their grips. The whistle is blown, and the struggle begins! For several seconds, it's a stalemate; every time Kalhala gets the upper hand, Maryl summons the strength to push back. There's a tense silence over the crowd as these two mighty individuals are perfectly matched in terms of physical power... But Maryl begins to waver. Kalhala presses, and presses, and presses... until finally, Maryl loses control and her hand is smashed against the table with a hearty WHAM! The crowd goes nuts! "Kal-ha-la! Kal-ha-la! Kal-ha-la!"
"Well, I'll be damned," Maryl grumbles, shaking her head, a grin on her face. "Looks like we've got a winner! Vars, get the strongman a medal, why don'tcha?"
The goblin in the smock approaches Kalhala with a medal carved from ebony wood in the shape of a flexing arm. "Congratulations, Kalhala! As an official of the Festival of Merit, I present to you this Medal of Muscle!" He says, slipping it over Kalhala's head and hanging it around his neck.
"Good effort, kid. You're one of the strongest I've faced today," Maryl says, extending a hand for a shake.
Kalhala steps over to the goblin and leans way down so that the goblin can put the medal over his neck. As he stands back up, the minotaur is absolutely beaming. He grasps Maryl's hand with both of his and give it a good pump. "Thanks! That was a lot of fun, I'll be back next year to keep my title!" and gives the orc a wink before heading back down to join Mornin and Shayone.
"Can't wait to show this one off to Nexus, and speaking of, I wonder how they're doing at the riddles!"
"Good job. Very strong." Mornin gives Kalhala a congratulatory shoulder tap with his fist. He then turns to Shayone, "Thank you for trying to help me. Your turn now?" He asks, pointing to the stage and Maryl.
You can't drown someone with Create Water. If your lungs are containers than your bones are objects. Any Siege monster that attacks you deals double damage because it’s attacking your bones.
Shayone cheers with the crowd, and claps for her new friend, but is a little sorry to see her old friend defeated. At Mornin's words, she turns. "Oh I don't think I could do any better than you did." She shows off the lack of muscle definition in her arms, then raises her voice a little. "Though there was definitely a time where I could put 'Bruiser' Bronzefang's knuckles to the floor," hoping to get Maryl's attention.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Maryl raises an eyebrow in Shayone's direction. "You say, 'Bruiser?' You serve in Bazzoxan or something? Don't recognize your face, stranger," The orc growls. "Who're you supposed to be?"