The Undying Dragons - Campaign Thread

Frustrated, Ula mutters an ancient dwarven word then moves her hand quickly — like she’s signing her name in the air — and casts sacred flame against the chicken in the orc pen. ((DC14 dex save or take 1 radiant damage)).

Her mouth set at a grim angle, she takes a few heavy steps towards the orc end of the field, turning her hand towards orc 5’s chicken…

Flames rain from the sky above the chicken in the orc pen. It flutters momentarily before bursting into flame and falling dead in the cage.

The crowd cheers the fiery display.

"Oh dear," Gertrude says. "I don't think this, um, team knows the, er, rules of the game. The most chickens alive wins."

Orc 3 continues to sleep peacefully along the southern wall, oblivious to what's going on almost right on top of him. 

Orc 4, the one Avaria has grappled doesn't bother to try breaking the grapple. Instead he slams his head back into Avaria's face, causing 4HP damage.

Jan and Marrin are up.

Jan will gently scoop up the sleeping chicken and high tail it for their team's cage.

Marrin will place the chicken in her team's cage before moving forward to guard it against orcish attack.

"Keep it up Ava!"

((D6 of Bardic to Ava))

Orc 5 drops an actual live chicken into the orc pen. It pecks at the two dead chickens, the rotting one through the side of the cage, the other still smoking and crispy in the cage, before it moves off to the back side of the cage closest to the wall.

Some applause and a changing of a few coins occurs in the viewing area but for the most part the audience seem to be losing some interest.

"It's, um, okay," Gertrude says, as she notices both her mother and father now looking at her and nodding down to the arena floor. "There'll be a, an, er, big finish coming up."

He then turns and charges back across the arena towards the other cage. He moves quickly, but the extra burst of speed uses up is focus for those few seconds and he merely arrives right next to the cage. Next to Marrin and Ula.

Jan has the last sleeping chicken cradled in her arms, a few feet from the cage. One live chicken struts about in your cage. Ula, for some reason is still holding a dead chicken. Across the arena, one chicken walks around the orc pen, a crispy chicken next to it, and the rotting corpse of the last chicken just outside.

Ethel's up.

Marrin launches herself at the orc to slow him down.

"Raaaaa!"

Grapple: 19

In for a penny, in for a pound.  Ethel targets the living chicken in the Orc pen with another Chill Touch.

Attack: 12 Damage: 3

The chicken in the orc pen pecks about in the sand, completely oblivious to the appearance of another rotting hand behind it. The incorporeal hand closes around the chicken before it can react. Dark boils appear instantly on its flapping waddle and it collapses to the ground dead.

A loud "oooh" sounds from the crowd.

Marrin manages to wrap herself around the charging orc, and much to his surprise she slows him down completely, tangling up his limbs.

"Those poor chickens," Gertrude cries from above. Then she takes a deep breath. "18 seconds left."

Avaria's up.

As the orc headbutts Avaria, she retorts, "Hey!  That was uncalled for!"  But seeing no other option then to hit him back..  she looks around frantically on anything else she can do, but she doesn't want to let this orc go.  She drags the orc 15' away from their chicken cage, then headbutts him back.

Attack: 9 Damage: 5

With nothing but dead chickens on the orc side of the arena, Haguur and Orc sprint across the sand getting to the other side, but without quite enough to start causing mayhem this turn.

Despite the proximity, Orc 4 is squirming too much and Avaria manages to just brush the side of the orc's head with her own, causing no damage to either.

Ula's up.

Seeing the orcs heading across the arena, Ula attempts to grapple Haguur before he can get any further…

Grapple check (athletics): 11 

If it works, she’ll try and pull him back away from their end of the arena ((not sure how pulling works or if she has any movement)). If the grapple doesn’t work, she’ll just try to circle to get around the other side to block his way. 

Ula slips an arm around Haguur's wiry body and almost manages to get her other arm around him and lock him in a hold, but at the last second, he slips free of her grasp. The dead chicken still in her grasp seems to have hampered her ability to finish the grapple.

A few boos and cheers follow that failed attempt at starting another wrestling match.

Orc 3 snoozes peacefully along the southern wall of the arena.

Orc 4, having dodged Avaria's attempt at headbutting him tries to return the favour but does little more than smooth down some of her hair with his face.

In the viewing area, Goodrick and William Hargrove stand and begin making their way out of view, the two lizardfolk following closely behind them. Gillian Hargrove remains but looks visibly bored.

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Jan and Marrin are up. Marrin has Orc 5 grappled at this point and Jan has a sleeping chicken in her arms.

Marrin continues to maintain her grapple and will lean into it and work the orc back 15'.

She'll call to Ula,

"You got this, wrap him up!"

((D6 of Bardic to Ula! Ava still has hers as well!))

Jan scoots to the cage and puts the chicken in. She'll stand in front to defend it against orc incursions.

Orc 5 grimaces and glowers at Marrin and the hold she some how has on him. He slams his arms down on hers to try and break the grapple.

Grapple Break - 22  

Marrin - please roll against the above to keep the grapple.

The crowd cheers at the arrival of a live chicken in the pen, though some point down at Ethel wondering if she might just kill these ones too. A rumble goes through the crowd, remembering what was offered to them before at the Amorous Octopus if no one wins.

"Kill the chickens. Kill the chickens," the crowd begins chanting, which causes Gertrude to go red and start shouting over top of the crowd. "No, no. That's, just, er, wrong."

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Ethel's up.

Strength: 12

Marrin grunts at the impact but doesn't let up. She does take the close proximity to say so the orc can hear her,

"When this joke is over we need to talk about killing some Hargroves and burning this place to the ground. Tell Haguur."