[Oof. 7.]

[Sorry, my character menu's doing some weird shit where it keeps repeatedly reloading, so I had to jump through hoops to get to his sheet.]

Matthyse raises his warhammer again and lunges at the barbarian before he tries to hurt anyone else.

1st attack: 22 to hit and 6 damage

2nd attack using war priest feature (bonus action, 4/a day): 16 to hit 4 damage

OOC: Still non lethal if possible.

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[Oof. 7.]

[Sorry, my character menu's doing some weird shit where it keeps repeatedly reloading, so I had to jump through hoops to get to his sheet.]

 

OOC: Mine was doing that, too. must be a server issue.

Matthyse runs up and swings again with his hammer. This one also collides, and you hear several of his ribs breaking. Then, Saferetan runs and swings with his scimitar, but it clangs off of the barbarian's armor. The barbarian gets caught in a swarm of attacks, (using his action to Disengage) and suddenly gets pushed a bit- right into the path of a necrotic bolt that shoots out from Vildarel's palm. The barbarian lets out a silent scream as he disintegrates. 

100 XP for all for helping to kill the barbarian. 

Calanin didn’t do anything.

(OOC: Shoot! I forgot. What would Calanin have done?)

Attempt to stab him with one of his shortswords. 18

for 5 damage

Aaaargh

I shake my head in disappointment. That was a wasted death, a most pitiful thing. People pushed to hopeless acts of desperation, all out of simple self preservation.  My dislike of this festival grows by the minute. 

(OOC: Yeah, Calanin can get the 100 XP)

Vïldarél smiles grimly. "Anyone else?" No one else moves. 

"Good. Now, like I was saying, you've been called here for an important reason. The Games of Redemption. Our first game will begin in two days, before which you'll have time to prepare and train." Then, he leaves the room. As he walks by you, he gives all of you a hard stare. 

The soldiers, like clockwork, begin escorting groups back to their rooms. 

(OOC: I realized I forgot to ask for character pronouns! If you have a preferred pronoun for your character, please PM me.) 

I despise the person who made this dumb game, but...how would that change anything?

(OoC: how can I train/prepare?)

I walk back to my room.

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(OOC: Yeah, Calanin can get the 100 XP)

Vïldarél smiles grimly. "Anyone else?" No one else moves. 

"Good. Now, like I was saying, you've been called here for an important reason. The Games of Redemption. Our first game will begin in two days, before which you'll have time to prepare and train." Then, he leaves the room. As he walks by you, he gives all of you a hard stare. 

The soldiers, like clockwork, begin escorting groups back to their rooms. 

(OOC: I realized I forgot to ask for character pronouns! If you have a preferred pronoun for your character, please PM me.) 

 Matthyse would stare at Lord Vïldarél, nothing malicious, just very attentive to his demeanor. Trying to get a reading on whether he enjoyed disintegrating that poor man. 

Insight: 14

Afterwards, he'll walk to the group's quarters.

OOC: He/Him is fine.

Edit: I forgot i have guidance, so if you'll let me, I'll add the 2 I rolled. If not, it's fine.

(OOC: Yeah, that's fine.) 

Vildarel's a complicated person. You don't know his intentions, but he seems like a man with grand plans. 

Walking by large doors you didn't see last time, a guard points. "Here's where you train," she says. "The doors will open tomorrow." 

Once you all make it back to your room (OOC: unless someone else wanted to do something different?), you find a large feast prepared for you, with pretty much everything you could have imagined. The night is falling, and the moon is rising over the clouds. It's a beautiful sight. Anyone who's looking out the window, you can roll a Perception check. 

I look out the window.

Perception: 23

As soon as Matthyse sees the feast, he would just spend the spell slot to cast Detect Poison & Disease. He is very cautious of food he hasn't prepared himself. And should it be dangerous, he'll let everyone know. If not, he'll eat, because it has been a long and stressful day for everyone.

"He didn't have to die like that... A mage of Lord Vildarel's level could have subdued the man easily..."

He'll say that as he looks outside after finishing his meal. Perception: 6

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(OOC: Yeah, that's fine.) 

Vildarel's a complicated person. You don't know his intentions, but he seems like a man with grand plans. 

Walking by large doors you didn't see last time, a guard points. "Here's where you train," she says. "The doors will open tomorrow." 

Once you all make it back to your room (OOC: unless someone else wanted to do something different?), you find a large feast prepared for you, with pretty much everything you could have imagined. The night is falling, and the moon is rising over the clouds. It's a beautiful sight. Anyone who's looking out the window, you can roll a Perception check. 

 

 OOC: How do I link actions or spells like you did with Perception? 

"...Is there a shop here, I want to buy some items. Did you see one on the way here" My eyes dart away, "I got taken directly here so I didn't see any..."

If the food isn't poisoned I would eat it. 

OoC: Can we all get one free feat?

I know the food's not poison. I sit down and immediately dig in. Salted meat dripping with juices, soft warm bread, sharp hard cheese, roasted sugared figs, elderberry wine -- all of it fills my plate and tops my cup. I wolf it down, cleaning my dish in moments. I then fill my plate again and start over. 

My actions draw stares, some horrified no doubt. After a long drag of wine, I respond to them. With graven face, I start with the truth "Live on the street in perpetual starvation and even moldy bread looks like a feast. The same goes for water in puddles or at the bottoms of discarded bottles. I'm not about to turn away a real feast. Besides..."

I take a bite of bread with cheese, tear a piece off a leg of mutton, and pop a pair of pitted cherries in, too. After emptying my cup again, I continue, pouring more wine. 

"...They want us to die before an audience. The food is safe. More than that, if we plan on surviving, we'll need strength." I throw a sweet bun in the dragonborn's direction.

I shrug and start eating some of the food slowly.

"Eh...no harm, no foul"