Khazela sighed as the image faded from the ceiling, rolling her shoulders to shake off the weight of frustration. She had parted with much to enter this place—her bow, her second blade, even the carefully balanced tools she had carried since her first days stalking the warrens. The Tyrant’s court did not allow outsiders to enter with their own strength unchecked. All must start equal, they had told her. All must prove themselves worthy from the first step.
Yet as the first match was announced, her quills bristled with anticipation. A ruined battlefield, teeming with beasts and the remnants of a fallen world—this was where she belonged. The hunt was in her blood, and her remaining scimitar still fit her hand as if it had never left. With measured steps, she weaved through the crowd toward the center of the pits, eyes locked on the eerie grue standing at attention. Its perpetual, unnatural grin might have unsettled others, but Khazela only let a sharp smirk curl across her own muzzle. Reaching out, she plucked a spine from the creature with a swift, practiced motion, feeling the slight sting as it pricked her fingers. The first step, she mused. Let’s see what the Tyrant’s mercy truly looks like.
With an aura of regality, the young woman parades herself into the arena. She's begrudgingly forced herself into the competition, trudging the best outfit her house could have possibly provided her; something that quite awkwardly set her apart from the others trudging past the crowds toward the center of the arena to claim a spine. Massive, bulky, and overtly pompous, she looks like a storybook character. Breastplate glimmering in the sun, a velvet cape flowing behind her, a wonderful red ribbon tied to her neck ... and a curiously haunting helmet. Poorly made, from the looks of it ... or just an artist's sick experiment. To top it off, a colorful, heart shaped headdress completes the look. She looks utterly ridiculous. Must be an attempt to look mysterious.
A mere, fine baton in her hands, she pushes out from the crowd and steps towards the creature. An audible groan of disgust escapes the girl's mouth, reaching out with a gloved hand to pluck a spine from its body. Disgusting. "What manner of beast is this? Miserable, it is."
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“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
A soft and somewhat confident hum escaped the Connor as the first match was announced. As he casually walked past the crowds and towards the center of the arena his confidence seems to fail a little as he approached the creature with the rope and sign. 'Why are you hesitating? You wanted to do this didn't you?' He thought to himself. As he reached the creature he took a breath before taking a spine from it.
"I look forward to what is to come." He said to himself under his breath.
Huffing and puffing, just minutes ahead of the collectors, Quinn ducks into an alley and into a dank sewer entrance. Crawling through the muck, she became terribly lost until she heard the call 'Attention all!' A voice speaks directly to your minds, 'Our lord Tyrant has decreed the first match of the season! To whet our people's appetites, we shall begin the season with a classic. A match held in the ruins of a conquered nation. Willing gladiators shall be competing against the arena's monsters scattered about the decaying remains of another civilization! And in the Tyrant's mercy, they even had left a gift for whomever finds it in these fading remnants. Let both citizens and gladiators both behold the arena which the match shall take place!'
Motherclucker. She just lost all of her money and is in dept to the tip of her horns betting on these games and she's now in the drain below them?? The irony. If she turns around, dead. If she pops her head into the arena, probbaly dead.
Khazela draws her scimitar and breaks the spine by angling it against the floor and hitting its center part with the dull side of her sword. In anticipation of being teleported into an hostile environment, she ducks down and prepares to dodge.
(Can you clarify what the arena ground is exactly? Is it rock/sand/packed earth, or different in different spots? And if anything softer than hard rock, how deep is it? I’m asking because Khazela can burrow up to 20 feet and I wonder if that is something she would be able to use.)
Connor pulls out his dagger and spins it slightly before glancing down at the spine for a moment. To try and break the spine he kneels down on the floor as he places the spine down and stabs into it at at 45 degree angle, almost like he was cutting into a quill.
Khazela draws her scimitar and breaks the spine by angling it against the floor and hitting its center part with the dull side of her sword. In anticipation of being teleported into an hostile environment, she ducks down and prepares to dodge.
(Can you clarify what the arena ground is exactly? Is it rock/sand/packed earth, or different in different spots? And if anything softer than hard rock, how deep is it? I’m asking because Khazela can burrow up to 20 feet and I wonder if that is something she would be able to use.)
(The spine leads to a separate thread, you may ask questions there along with join the campaign link for it there as well.)
Huffing and puffing, just minutes ahead of the collectors, Quinn ducks into an alley and into a dank sewer entrance. Crawling through the muck, she became terribly lost until she heard the call 'Attention all!' A voice speaks directly to your minds, 'Our lord Tyrant has decreed the first match of the season! To whet our people's appetites, we shall begin the season with a classic. A match held in the ruins of a conquered nation. Willing gladiators shall be competing against the arena's monsters scattered about the decaying remains of another civilization! And in the Tyrant's mercy, they even had left a gift for whomever finds it in these fading remnants. Let both citizens and gladiators both behold the arena which the match shall take place!'
Motherclucker. She just lost all of her money and is in dept to the tip of her horns betting on these games and she's now in the drain below them?? The irony. If she turns around, dead. If she pops her head into the arena, probbaly dead.
Khazela draws her scimitar and breaks the spine by angling it against the floor and hitting its center part with the dull side of her sword. In anticipation of being teleported into an hostile environment, she ducks down and prepares to dodge.
(Can you clarify what the arena ground is exactly? Is it rock/sand/packed earth, or different in different spots? And if anything softer than hard rock, how deep is it? I’m asking because Khazela can burrow up to 20 feet and I wonder if that is something she would be able to use.)
(The spine leads to a separate thread, you may ask questions there along with join the campaign link for it there as well.)
Good call. I totally missed that it was a link. But I can’t post again soon, will have to be in several or perhaps even 24h.
Huffing and puffing, just minutes ahead of the collectors, Quinn ducks into an alley and into a dank sewer entrance. Crawling through the muck, she became terribly lost until she heard the call 'Attention all!' A voice speaks directly to your minds, 'Our lord Tyrant has decreed the first match of the season! To whet our people's appetites, we shall begin the season with a classic. A match held in the ruins of a conquered nation. Willing gladiators shall be competing against the arena's monsters scattered about the decaying remains of another civilization! And in the Tyrant's mercy, they even had left a gift for whomever finds it in these fading remnants. Let both citizens and gladiators both behold the arena which the match shall take place!'
Motherclucker. She just lost all of her money and is in dept to the tip of her horns betting on these games and she's now in the drain below them?? The irony. If she turns around, dead. If she pops her head into the arena, probbaly dead.
Huffing and puffing, just minutes ahead of the collectors, Quinn ducks into an alley and into a dank sewer entrance. Crawling through the muck, she became terribly lost until she heard the call 'Attention all!' A voice speaks directly to your minds, 'Our lord Tyrant has decreed the first match of the season! To whet our people's appetites, we shall begin the season with a classic. A match held in the ruins of a conquered nation. Willing gladiators shall be competing against the arena's monsters scattered about the decaying remains of another civilization! And in the Tyrant's mercy, they even had left a gift for whomever finds it in these fading remnants. Let both citizens and gladiators both behold the arena which the match shall take place!'
Motherclucker. She just lost all of her money and is in dept to the tip of her horns betting on these games and she's now in the drain below them?? The irony. If she turns around, dead. If she pops her head into the arena, probbaly dead.
Without a weapon to call her own, she attempts to break the spine with the few things she has on her. Raising her foot, she begins to stomp on it with as much force as she can muster, eventually cracking it after the fifth stomp. Growing frustrated with her efforts, she points a finger out and blasts the rest of it to smithereens, finally breaking it in two. While her face is hidden, her hastened breaths shows she's exhausted.
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“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
Without a weapon to call her own, she attempts to break the spine with the few things she has on her. Raising her foot, she begins to stomp on it with as much force as she can muster, eventually cracking it after the fifth stomp. Growing frustrated with her efforts, she points a finger out and blasts the rest of it to smithereens, finally breaking it in two. While her face is hidden, her hastened breaths shows she's exhausted.
Perhaps you know and just didn’t have time to post there but if not, please note that the phrase -Break the spine- is a link to the actual game thread.
Khazela sighed as the image faded from the ceiling, rolling her shoulders to shake off the weight of frustration. She had parted with much to enter this place—her bow, her second blade, even the carefully balanced tools she had carried since her first days stalking the warrens. The Tyrant’s court did not allow outsiders to enter with their own strength unchecked. All must start equal, they had told her. All must prove themselves worthy from the first step.
Yet as the first match was announced, her quills bristled with anticipation. A ruined battlefield, teeming with beasts and the remnants of a fallen world—this was where she belonged. The hunt was in her blood, and her remaining scimitar still fit her hand as if it had never left. With measured steps, she weaved through the crowd toward the center of the pits, eyes locked on the eerie grue standing at attention. Its perpetual, unnatural grin might have unsettled others, but Khazela only let a sharp smirk curl across her own muzzle. Reaching out, she plucked a spine from the creature with a swift, practiced motion, feeling the slight sting as it pricked her fingers. The first step, she mused. Let’s see what the Tyrant’s mercy truly looks like.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Pallid Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Order Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant Path Barbarian - Runewarren || Shaephina - Half-Drow Blood Cleric/Wizard - Murder Court || Ianjin - Gallus Open Hand Monk - Mad Empiricist || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute Court || Arista - Human Frost Giant Sorcerer - The Old Keep ||
Walks up with out any theatrics and acknowledges the creature with the rope and scroll and takes a spine
”wonder what awaits me in this place”
With an aura of regality, the young woman parades herself into the arena. She's begrudgingly forced herself into the competition, trudging the best outfit her house could have possibly provided her; something that quite awkwardly set her apart from the others trudging past the crowds toward the center of the arena to claim a spine. Massive, bulky, and overtly pompous, she looks like a storybook character. Breastplate glimmering in the sun, a velvet cape flowing behind her, a wonderful red ribbon tied to her neck ... and a curiously haunting helmet. Poorly made, from the looks of it ... or just an artist's sick experiment. To top it off, a colorful, heart shaped headdress completes the look. She looks utterly ridiculous. Must be an attempt to look mysterious.
A mere, fine baton in her hands, she pushes out from the crowd and steps towards the creature. An audible groan of disgust escapes the girl's mouth, reaching out with a gloved hand to pluck a spine from its body. Disgusting. "What manner of beast is this? Miserable, it is."
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Junior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
A soft and somewhat confident hum escaped the Connor as the first match was announced. As he casually walked past the crowds and towards the center of the arena his confidence seems to fail a little as he approached the creature with the rope and sign. 'Why are you hesitating? You wanted to do this didn't you?' He thought to himself. As he reached the creature he took a breath before taking a spine from it.
"I look forward to what is to come." He said to himself under his breath.
Huffing and puffing, just minutes ahead of the collectors, Quinn ducks into an alley and into a dank sewer entrance. Crawling through the muck, she became terribly lost until she heard the call 'Attention all!' A voice speaks directly to your minds, 'Our lord Tyrant has decreed the first match of the season! To whet our people's appetites, we shall begin the season with a classic. A match held in the ruins of a conquered nation. Willing gladiators shall be competing against the arena's monsters scattered about the decaying remains of another civilization! And in the Tyrant's mercy, they even had left a gift for whomever finds it in these fading remnants. Let both citizens and gladiators both behold the arena which the match shall take place!'
Mother clucker. She just lost all of her money and is in dept to the tip of her horns betting on these games and she's now in the drain below them?? The irony. If she turns around, dead. If she pops her head into the arena, probbaly dead.
www.dndbeyond.com/characters/142313623/BLr03i
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
A voice comes into the mind of The Pale Fang, Xodon, The Virtuoso of Musical Demises, Walpurga
"Please arm yourselves and ready yourselves for teleportation. You shall be teleported as soon as you break the spine."
-Break the Spine-
Khazela draws her scimitar and breaks the spine by angling it against the floor and hitting its center part with the dull side of her sword. In anticipation of being teleported into an hostile environment, she ducks down and prepares to dodge.
(Can you clarify what the arena ground is exactly? Is it rock/sand/packed earth, or different in different spots? And if anything softer than hard rock, how deep is it? I’m asking because Khazela can burrow up to 20 feet and I wonder if that is something she would be able to use.)
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Pallid Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Order Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant Path Barbarian - Runewarren || Shaephina - Half-Drow Blood Cleric/Wizard - Murder Court || Ianjin - Gallus Open Hand Monk - Mad Empiricist || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute Court || Arista - Human Frost Giant Sorcerer - The Old Keep ||
Connor pulls out his dagger and spins it slightly before glancing down at the spine for a moment. To try and break the spine he kneels down on the floor as he places the spine down and stabs into it at at 45 degree angle, almost like he was cutting into a quill.
(The spine leads to a separate thread, you may ask questions there along with join the campaign link for it there as well.)
It is ultimately your choice. the court welcomes any and all as long they choose to.
Good call. I totally missed that it was a link. But I can’t post again soon, will have to be in several or perhaps even 24h.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Pallid Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Order Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant Path Barbarian - Runewarren || Shaephina - Half-Drow Blood Cleric/Wizard - Murder Court || Ianjin - Gallus Open Hand Monk - Mad Empiricist || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute Court || Arista - Human Frost Giant Sorcerer - The Old Keep ||
OOC: Well ok then =)
Quinn emerges from a sewer grate and tries to break the spine.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Accepted, Welcome to the pits, Kel.
Please apply with the format in the first post, if you would.
Without a weapon to call her own, she attempts to break the spine with the few things she has on her. Raising her foot, she begins to stomp on it with as much force as she can muster, eventually cracking it after the fifth stomp. Growing frustrated with her efforts, she points a finger out and blasts the rest of it to smithereens, finally breaking it in two. While her face is hidden, her hastened breaths shows she's exhausted.
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Junior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
Perhaps you know and just didn’t have time to post there but if not, please note that the phrase -Break the spine- is a link to the actual game thread.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Pallid Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Order Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant Path Barbarian - Runewarren || Shaephina - Half-Drow Blood Cleric/Wizard - Murder Court || Ianjin - Gallus Open Hand Monk - Mad Empiricist || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute Court || Arista - Human Frost Giant Sorcerer - The Old Keep ||
Still accepting players?
Accepted, Welcome to the pits Triicee.
Are custom backgrounds allowed?
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