I guess since we haven't actually started yet, if you whip up a post as a reaction to the announcer, it might be that the DM still lets you join the bout. That said, I wonder where everyone is, there's been silence for a week from some players. I hope everything is alright.
Connor nods slightly in response to Khazela before taking a step back and raising his arm. {I apologize for the delay, my notifications have been on the fritz.}
I guess since we haven't actually started yet, if you whip up a post as a reaction to the announcer, it might be that the DM still lets you join the bout. That said, I wonder where everyone is, there's been silence for a week from some players. I hope everything is alright.
OOC: Just waiing to see what happens.
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"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?"
Upon her late arrival, she stumbles out once teleported into the arena. Her armor clangs against the floor, bending her collar and knocking her helmet clean off her head. Blonde locks spilling out, she clutches her helmet and stands up, wiping as much dirt off of her cloak and other ribbons as she can. "Damned thing." She huffs, strutting to join the rest of the group. "I apologize for my tardiness." The aristocrat motions to the center of the large room, then glancing to Quinn and Connor. "I presume the creature will arrive here, yes?"
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“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
And with the last few to take position, the man aims his want at the party's feet. "Good luck to you all, find glory for the Tyrant." A spell circle appears below you all and glows bright for a moment. Once it fades, you find yourselves in the sand steeped arena with remnants of buildings around you. The roar of a crowd goes off as you see above you the same creature that announced before.
"My fellow citizens! I am pleased to announce that our first match shall feature the arena's new gladiators!
Hailing from lands below, in the dark tunnels of her home. Meant to guide souls on their way, but the call of the blade tempted her more. In the shadows, she strikes, in the dark, she hunts. And for those unfortunately to be her prey, the last thing they see...are the pair of white lights coming at them, like a predator pouncing upon them. The Pale Fang!
To what is a symphony? Is it merely music that one likes or one that spent countless days to perfect. Nay, it is a piece that moves you. Open your ears and ready yourselves for the composition of such a symphony. For the The Virtuoso of Musical Demises graces our arena!
He is a man not known. But what we do know is this gnome is bound by a pact. A pact that empowers him to magical prowess and combat. Let his name be known now, for Xodon comes to earn glory in this arena!
Time...is ever persistent. It goes and goes. From a babe to an young adult then an elder. Ultimately...ends at death. But this one found power in one that is beyond that end. A noble woman, to be both respected and feared. Welcome, Walpurga, to our court.
And last, is an unexpected one. They fear the debtors more than our challenges? Then fight to prove your worth and find riches to not buy off those leeches but to own them! Fight for our entertainment and for your gold, Quinn!
Our gladiators shall be scouring the ruins for artifacts from this conquered nation while the regressed soldiers of that nation start to swarm the arena! Let us see if they shall succeed or succumb to the overwhelming numbers! And do not forget gladiators, that somewhere in the arena is the Tyrant's mercy. Now then let this match be a tribute to the glory of the Tyrant!"
A bell sounds out as the gates rise up. Emerging from the dark are small green skinned people. Clothed in primitive furs and cloths, they raise their daggers, ready for combat.
Khazela flexed her grip on her scimitar as the roar of the crowd washed over her, her sharp ears twitching at the announcement. Pale Fang. A name earned in the dark, now carried into the light of this blood-soaked stage. She let out a slow breath, her quills bristling as the gates groaned open and the first wave of goblins emerged, their crude blades glinting in the sun.
Without looking away from the approaching foes, she turned her head slightly toward Quinn, tilting it in her direction. “You jump best,” she said, her voice low but certain. She lifted a hand, making a leaping motion, then gestured to the scattered ruins and platforms above. “Maybe… no touch sand at all, yes? Go high. Look fast. Find.”She then pointed to herself and the others, rolling her shoulders in anticipation. “We keep ground. Keep busy.”
Charlotte begins to slowly put her helmet back on, stopped in her tracks and shielding her eyes as the spell circle warps the group to the very center of the arena with a flash of magical light. Once her vision returns and her hearing is deafened by the roaring crowd and an announcer, she listens intently. She gasps at the very mention of her "ring name" putting the helmet to her side and beginning to wave towards the people. "They speak of me as if I'm a queen! Hello, hello!" After wasting a small bit of her time, she puts the metal back on her head and makes sure to flaunt as much as possible.
Speaking of which, she turns around back and forcefully flips her cape outward to appeal to the crowd, attempting to lit it flutter in the nonexistent(?) wind. To, sadly, not much avail. She clears her throat, then points to the group of goblins towards the north. "They don't look friendly."
Initiative: 19
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“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
Quinn looks around the arena and remebers with some fondness the excitement and awe of the place. Of course back then she was in the private boxes keeping company with other rich folk. This is an entirely different view.
Initiative 10
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"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?"
(If it helps and the DM is ok with it, I could make a campaign with access to DNDB maps. This would help visualize the combat but I cannot transfer DM rights to another user, so the encounter part (like current HP and so on) we cannot use without spoilers. But just as an interactive map this would be possible and no problem at all. Please, @DM, let me know if you think that would work for you. I'm also ok with the maps posted here.)
And with the last few to take position, the man aims his want at the party's feet. "Good luck to you all, find glory for the Tyrant." A spell circle appears below you all and glows bright for a moment. Once it fades, you find yourselves in the sand steeped arena with remnants of buildings around you. The roar of a crowd goes off as you see above you the same creature that announced before.
"My fellow citizens! I am pleased to announce that our first match shall feature the arena's new gladiators!
Hailing from lands below, in the dark tunnels of her home. Meant to guide souls on their way, but the call of the blade tempted her more. In the shadows, she strikes, in the dark, she hunts. And for those unfortunately to be her prey, the last thing they see...are the pair of white lights coming at them, like a predator pouncing upon them. The Pale Fang!
To what is a symphony? Is it merely music that one likes or one that spent countless days to perfect. Nay, it is a piece that moves you. Open your ears and ready yourselves for the composition of such a symphony. For the The Virtuoso of Musical Demises graces our arena!
He is a man not known. But what we do know is this gnome is bound by a pact. A pact that empowers him to magical prowess and combat. Let his name be known now, for Xodon comes to earn glory in this arena!
Time...is ever persistent. It goes and goes. From a babe to an young adult then an elder. Ultimately...ends at death. But this one found power in one that is beyond that end. A noble woman, to be both respected and feared. Welcome, Walpurga, to our court.
And last, is an unexpected one. They fear the debtors more than our challenges? Then fight to prove your worth and find riches to not buy off those leeches but to own them! Fight for our entertainment and for your gold, Quinn!
Our gladiators shall be scouring the ruins for artifacts from this conquered nation while the regressed soldiers of that nation start to swarm the arena! Let us see if they shall succeed or succumb to the overwhelming numbers! And do not forget gladiators, that somewhere in the arena is the Tyrant's mercy. Now then let this match be a tribute to the glory of the Tyrant!"
A bell sounds out as the gates rise up. Emerging from the dark are small green skinned people. Clothed in primitive furs and cloths, they raise their daggers, ready for combat.
OOC: How high are the platforms? I presume there are also stair markings on some? And how far away are the goblins?
Can you see the map? All the stairs are marked. Also each box is 5’. And it was posted earlier that the columns are 10’ high
and there is a grid system to also help with distance
OOC: I didn't want to make assumptions about the map. Just making sure that the markings are the stairs. The goblins and the PCs are not aligned with the squares in usual fashion, hence the question.
Connor chuckles softly to himself as he hears himself being introduced. In his mind he thought it was a fitting title but only time would tell. "They don't, but I'm sure we can handle them." The was a hint of nervousness in his voice as he spoke. Then he took a deep breath and glanced towards the closest platform with stairs. 'If I can make it over there I should be able to... provide some support even if it's only a few spells.' He thought
Initiative: 17
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Apologies! I had no clue this was a link-
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Junior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
I guess since we haven't actually started yet, if you whip up a post as a reaction to the announcer, it might be that the DM still lets you join the bout. That said, I wonder where everyone is, there's been silence for a week from some players. I hope everything is alright.
|| 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 nods slightly in response to Khazela before taking a step back and raising his arm. {I apologize for the delay, my notifications have been on the fritz.}
OOC: Just waiing to see what happens.
"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
(Feel free to make a post IC to join, the spine link did confuse people.)
(Will message the remaining players who have yet to respond.)
I stand around shuffling feet…
Upon her late arrival, she stumbles out once teleported into the arena. Her armor clangs against the floor, bending her collar and knocking her helmet clean off her head. Blonde locks spilling out, she clutches her helmet and stands up, wiping as much dirt off of her cloak and other ribbons as she can. "Damned thing." She huffs, strutting to join the rest of the group. "I apologize for my tardiness." The aristocrat motions to the center of the large room, then glancing to Quinn and Connor. "I presume the creature will arrive here, yes?"
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Junior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
And with the last few to take position, the man aims his want at the party's feet. "Good luck to you all, find glory for the Tyrant." A spell circle appears below you all and glows bright for a moment. Once it fades, you find yourselves in the sand steeped arena with remnants of buildings around you. The roar of a crowd goes off as you see above you the same creature that announced before.
"My fellow citizens! I am pleased to announce that our first match shall feature the arena's new gladiators!
Hailing from lands below, in the dark tunnels of her home. Meant to guide souls on their way, but the call of the blade tempted her more. In the shadows, she strikes, in the dark, she hunts. And for those unfortunately to be her prey, the last thing they see...are the pair of white lights coming at them, like a predator pouncing upon them. The Pale Fang!
To what is a symphony? Is it merely music that one likes or one that spent countless days to perfect. Nay, it is a piece that moves you. Open your ears and ready yourselves for the composition of such a symphony. For the The Virtuoso of Musical Demises graces our arena!
He is a man not known. But what we do know is this gnome is bound by a pact. A pact that empowers him to magical prowess and combat. Let his name be known now, for Xodon comes to earn glory in this arena!
Time...is ever persistent. It goes and goes. From a babe to an young adult then an elder. Ultimately...ends at death. But this one found power in one that is beyond that end. A noble woman, to be both respected and feared. Welcome, Walpurga, to our court.
And last, is an unexpected one. They fear the debtors more than our challenges? Then fight to prove your worth and find riches to not buy off those leeches but to own them! Fight for our entertainment and for your gold, Quinn!
Our gladiators shall be scouring the ruins for artifacts from this conquered nation while the regressed soldiers of that nation start to swarm the arena! Let us see if they shall succeed or succumb to the overwhelming numbers! And do not forget gladiators, that somewhere in the arena is the Tyrant's mercy. Now then let this match be a tribute to the glory of the Tyrant!"
A bell sounds out as the gates rise up. Emerging from the dark are small green skinned people. Clothed in primitive furs and cloths, they raise their daggers, ready for combat.
-Roll for Initiative-
Khazela flexed her grip on her scimitar as the roar of the crowd washed over her, her sharp ears twitching at the announcement. Pale Fang. A name earned in the dark, now carried into the light of this blood-soaked stage. She let out a slow breath, her quills bristling as the gates groaned open and the first wave of goblins emerged, their crude blades glinting in the sun.
Without looking away from the approaching foes, she turned her head slightly toward Quinn, tilting it in her direction. “You jump best,” she said, her voice low but certain. She lifted a hand, making a leaping motion, then gestured to the scattered ruins and platforms above. “Maybe… no touch sand at all, yes? Go high. Look fast. Find.” She then pointed to herself and the others, rolling her shoulders in anticipation. “We keep ground. Keep busy.”
(Initiative: 22, rolled in game log)
|| 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 ||
Charlotte begins to slowly put her helmet back on, stopped in her tracks and shielding her eyes as the spell circle warps the group to the very center of the arena with a flash of magical light. Once her vision returns and her hearing is deafened by the roaring crowd and an announcer, she listens intently. She gasps at the very mention of her "ring name" putting the helmet to her side and beginning to wave towards the people. "They speak of me as if I'm a queen! Hello, hello!" After wasting a small bit of her time, she puts the metal back on her head and makes sure to flaunt as much as possible.
Speaking of which, she turns around back and forcefully flips her cape outward to appeal to the crowd, attempting to lit it flutter in the nonexistent(?) wind. To, sadly, not much avail. She clears her throat, then points to the group of goblins towards the north. "They don't look friendly."
Initiative: 19
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
👑 King of Junior Year 👑
DND Amateur and boxing nerd.
Extended Signature.
(How is visibility? Is it day/night? Clear? Is there any clear purpose for the fires?)
|| 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 ||
(You all can go ahead of me. I’ll wait. Even for the enemy to go before me. Init Nat 1 :3 total)
is my familiar here?
Quinn looks around the arena and remebers with some fondness the excitement and awe of the place. Of course back then she was in the private boxes keeping company with other rich folk. This is an entirely different view.
Initiative 10
"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
OOC: How high are the platforms? I presume there are also stair markings on some? And how far away are the goblins?
"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
Can you see the map? All the stairs are marked. Also each box is 5’. And it was posted earlier that the columns are 10’ high
and there is a grid system to also help with distance
(If it helps and the DM is ok with it, I could make a campaign with access to DNDB maps. This would help visualize the combat but I cannot transfer DM rights to another user, so the encounter part (like current HP and so on) we cannot use without spoilers. But just as an interactive map this would be possible and no problem at all.
Please, @DM, let me know if you think that would work for you. I'm also ok with the maps posted here.)
|| 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 ||
The map is here
OOC: I didn't want to make assumptions about the map. Just making sure that the markings are the stairs. The goblins and the PCs are not aligned with the squares in usual fashion, hence the question.
Quinn is clearly 14, M Charlotte is 13, N.5?
"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
Connor chuckles softly to himself as he hears himself being introduced. In his mind he thought it was a fitting title but only time would tell. "They don't, but I'm sure we can handle them." The was a hint of nervousness in his voice as he spoke. Then he took a deep breath and glanced towards the closest platform with stairs. 'If I can make it over there I should be able to... provide some support even if it's only a few spells.' He thought
Initiative: 17