As Uther makes his way to the small neighborhood arena, he hears and beholds an unusually large crowd. Many Alliance eagle riders and soldiers are gathered around the shabby sandpit, surrounded by wooden barriers. The Announcer, a very well groomed middle aged Dwarf, holding a small stone that projects his voice over the excited crowd, is shouting frantically.
"And Gorlahk slams the Mountaineer into the barrier!! Another competitor bites the dust!!"
The crowd roars, and the drunken Alliance troops are chanting Gorlahk's name at the top of their lungs. In the middle of the ring, the Kalverakian Half Orc raises his fists, and celebrates wildly as some poor sob in a mountaineer outfit gets dragged out of the ring, and quickly healed by the arena Cleric/referee.
"Who will take on the new TPWF Heavyweight Champion? This is the most exciting evening in the history of the Three Peaks Wrestling Federation!! "
From the crowd, two massive bodybuilded Humans suddenly jump into the ring. One of them is holding a wooden chair. He sneaks up to Gorlakh and smashes the chair onto his head, shattering it. The Half Orc falls to the ground.
"Oh no, it's the Brothers of Doom!!! I thought they had been banned!!"
The crowd boos as the two Humans proceed to kick Gorlahk as he lays on the ground. The referee Cleric runs in to stop the fight, but one of the "brothers" grabs him, and shoves him over the barriers. The crowd screams in shock.
"And Gorlahk is getting tag-teamed by the Brothers of Doom, this is a disaster!! The referee has been knocked out, there is no one to stop them!"
In the first row, Uther notices Arthulius Gambles, the Director of the Bard's College, watching with extreme attention, eyes wide open, frantically scribbling notes in a small book, and mumbling to himself...
"This...is...SO MUCH more entertaining than theater..."
While at the Silver Clan Embassy, Saerirra would have written a letter, or multiple if necessary for different people, to the powers that be among the clan informing them of the new embassy. She writes that she herself will handle all duties until the clan chooses to send someone they feel might be better suited than her, but also that she will enjoy the position and responsibility for as long as she has it. She petitions a local artist to paint/draw the building from the front and enclose the picture with the letter(s).
For 500 GP (negociable with a PERSUASION check), Saerrira could hire the services of Pygmalion Zaggat, the famous Gnome sorcerer artist. He is known to mix spell components in his paint, and make his works "come alive". He runs a workshop in the Guild District, on the Middle Peak. Saerrira might have noticed the moving tattoos on Roscoe Umbridge (from Team2), which were done by him.
For 500 GP (negociable with a PERSUASION check), Saerrira could hire the services of Pygmalion Zaggat, the famous Gnome sorcerer artist. He is known to mix spell components in his paint, and make his works "come alive". He runs a workshop in the Guild District, on the Middle Peak. Saerrira might have noticed the moving tattoos on Roscoe Umbridge (from Team2), which were done by him.
(Sounds very interesting but I don't have nearly enough to pay for that. Best chance is to hope Saerirra's popularity and influence lets her pay for little to nothing. Saerirra is packing light on coin.)
With her popularity, Saerrira can easily secure a mundane paint job for 50 GP, done by a team of hard working local Dwarves, from the painters Guild.
(Can't even afford that. I tried to do some performances and things for a little extra coin but I guess you missed it. No biggie. The gold for the embassy was more than generous.)
As Saerrira ponders how she may raise a bit of coin for her Embassy, she randomly bumps into Althulius Gambles, the exhuberant Director of the Bard's College. Or rather, he bumps into her.
"My Lady, I hear rumors that you are trying to raise some coin for your new Embassy...well, it just so happens that fundraising is my specialty. And since you saved my carrier earlier, I would be more than glad to lend you a hand! One big show at the Bard's College will earn you more than playing in every Tavern in Talaveroth! And great exposure for me, hehe...I could have every Noble and Guild Member in the City attend!"
"Oh! O-Oh my! A solo performance and for nobles? I...I'd love to! Where?! When?!"
Saerirra, clearly unable to hide her excitement, has quite the smile across her face. But after composing herself a few moments later, she takes a breath.
"I am sure many people, Noble and commoner alike, will be looking forward to it as much as I am."
In an instant, Uther finds himself in the arena sprinting towards the humans, his blood boiling, using his momentum he jumps in the air and drop kicks the closer brother in the face. As he lands on the floor, he then sweeps the other brother's foot then attempts to chokehold him. Mid-action he yells to his friend, "Gorlahk, are you ok brother?"
OOC: Saerrira may basically organize/direct/produce and star in her own Musical Performance at the Bard's College, with full access to the Theater's resources: Stage props&sceneries with 10 stage workers, a 20 piece orchestra with conductor, as well as a choir of 10 people, and 2 Lighting specialists (level3 Wizards).
Also 20 actors/dancers, and 15 Makeup artists/Costume designers, equipped with fully stocked wardrobes and disguise kits.
All together, an entire Opera House with 78 people at her disposal to put on a Fundraising Show, with Althulius Gambles as her main Staff Director, so that she can just point and tell, and he will orchestrate the entire staff to make it happen.
OOC: Saerrira may basically organize/direct/produce and star in her own Musical Performance at the Bard's College, with full access to the Theater's resources: Stage props&sceneries with 10 stage workers, a 20 piece orchestra with conductor, as well as a choir of 10 people, and 2 Lighting specialists (level3 Wizards).
Also 20 actors/dancers, and 15 Makeup artists/Costume designers, equipped with fully stocked wardrobes and disguise kits.
All together, an entire Opera House with 78 people at her disposal to put on a Fundraising Show, with Althulius Gambles as her main Staff Director, so that she can just point and tell, and he will orchestrate the entire staff to make it happen.
😬 Uther tries to dropkick one of the brothers of Doom, who intercepts his leg and slams him on the ground, to the crowd's shock! And the other brother kicks Uther while he's down!
But it gives enough rest to Gorlahk, who slowly gets up and bullrushes the kicking brother right through the wooden fence! The crowd once again pops. The other brother of Doom backs away from Uther, ready to face two opponents. The Anouncer is sweating profusely, his face red from constantly shouting.
"How the tables have turned here! Uther sacrificed himself for Gorlahk, his fellow Kalverakian Soldier, taking a vicious beating for him! But the Champion is back on his feet, and just smashed one of the brothers through the barrier with his famous Orcish Bullrush finisher move! And Uther is NOT happy! Now THAT is a scary sight folks!"
Gorlahk wipes off a bit of blood from his mouth, smiles at Uther, and raises his fist in the air. The crowd goes absolutely insane.
"Let's tag team this punk, brother!" Uther may roll another Athletics check to pull off a tag team finishing move with Gorlahk
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Uther stands up and stares down the remaining brother. His chest heaving he grins as the fire of battle courses through his veins. "Lets do this, brother!"
Uther and Gorlahk both charge at the remaining brother of Doom from opposite sides of the ring, and lay him out with a double "stone cold stunner" finishing move. The crowd explodes with excitement.
"Unbelievable!! What started as a simple title bout has now turned into a tag team match, and the Birth of a new Legend, here at the TPWA: The Dastarus Brothers!! And the referee finally wakes up!!"
The Cleric painfully climbs back into the ring, and powerslides right next to their opponent, then starts slamming his hand repeatedly to the ground, counting as loudly as possible, echoed by the crowd.
"ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! HE'S OUT!!!!"
The referee motions at the announcer, who rings the final bell. The crowd is now in full blown "World Cup Win" mode.
"And the Dastarus Brothers have taken the Brothers of Doom OUT!!! What a move!!!!What a win! Uther and Gorlahk are the new TPWA Heavyweight Champions of the Three Peaks!!! The crowd is ecstatic!!! They are chanting the Dastarus national Anthem!!! I've never in my 254 years in this World have I seen this!!"
A sexy Dwarven lady wearing a skimpy outfit presents Uther and Gorlahk with TPWA Championship Belts. They are actually Belts of Hill Giant Strength.
The announcer comes down into the Arena, and his floating "mic" hovers right in front of Uther's face.
"Uther, congratulations! what a save!! What will you do, now that you and Gorlahk have won the Championship Title?"
"For now I will have a drink with my friend and anyone who wants to join." he heavily pats Gorlahk on his back. "After that, and once this mess is done with I will be happy to accept any challengers for the title."
The crowd cheers, and they all storm the Hanging Chicken. Many kids are pestering Uther and Gorlahk for autographs, and tips on how to land their new signature team move. Gorlahk chuckles.
"Nice rescue there, brother! Pelios himself would be proud, I guess you and I really have this in our blood after all."
He waves at the two Brothers of Doom, limping away.
"Great job guys! Way to play the Vilain card, that was great! We should do it again sometime!"
They nod back respectfully, still obviously in a bit of pain.
The Dwarvish announcer drops down from his podium, and approaches the two Kalverakian Half Orcs.
"Wow, you two really know how to put on a show! And the crowd really likes you! Anytime you wanna step into the ring, let me know! Oh, and here's your cut. Again, great show! You weren't lying about that guy, Gorlahk, he IS a beast!"
He walks away, counting money and whistling the Dastarus national Anthem.
Gorlahk turns to Uther, and hands him 400GP, which seems like half of what the Announcer gave him.
"Here you go! That Now tell me, are the Gladiator Mercenaries from home really on their way to the Three Peaks? I heard they'll be under your command, that's amazing! I get to hang out with a genuine Kalverakian Elite Force Commander. Not too shabby..."
His expression switches back to "war mode"...
"So what's the plan? Eagles can't attack Pinekeep until we've taken out the bloody Siege Engines, so me and my Squadron are kind of grounded right now. I don't like it at all...we should be making moves right now. It's not like Seleth Belian to sit still and do nothing, even for a High Elf...I don't know what they're planning in that Castle, but they better call some shots soon..."
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"Well, I have already been given more than generous aid from my people, but I would welcome assistance from other lands as well."
OOC: Lets backtrack just a little bit...
As Uther makes his way to the small neighborhood arena, he hears and beholds an unusually large crowd. Many Alliance eagle riders and soldiers are gathered around the shabby sandpit, surrounded by wooden barriers. The Announcer, a very well groomed middle aged Dwarf, holding a small stone that projects his voice over the excited crowd, is shouting frantically.
"And Gorlahk slams the Mountaineer into the barrier!! Another competitor bites the dust!!"
The crowd roars, and the drunken Alliance troops are chanting Gorlahk's name at the top of their lungs. In the middle of the ring, the Kalverakian Half Orc raises his fists, and celebrates wildly as some poor sob in a mountaineer outfit gets dragged out of the ring, and quickly healed by the arena Cleric/referee.
"Who will take on the new TPWF Heavyweight Champion? This is the most exciting evening in the history of the Three Peaks Wrestling Federation!! "
From the crowd, two massive bodybuilded Humans suddenly jump into the ring. One of them is holding a wooden chair. He sneaks up to Gorlakh and smashes the chair onto his head, shattering it. The Half Orc falls to the ground.
"Oh no, it's the Brothers of Doom!!! I thought they had been banned!!"
The crowd boos as the two Humans proceed to kick Gorlahk as he lays on the ground. The referee Cleric runs in to stop the fight, but one of the "brothers" grabs him, and shoves him over the barriers. The crowd screams in shock.
"And Gorlahk is getting tag-teamed by the Brothers of Doom, this is a disaster!! The referee has been knocked out, there is no one to stop them!"
In the first row, Uther notices Arthulius Gambles, the Director of the Bard's College, watching with extreme attention, eyes wide open, frantically scribbling notes in a small book, and mumbling to himself...
"This...is...SO MUCH more entertaining than theater..."
While at the Silver Clan Embassy, Saerirra would have written a letter, or multiple if necessary for different people, to the powers that be among the clan informing them of the new embassy. She writes that she herself will handle all duties until the clan chooses to send someone they feel might be better suited than her, but also that she will enjoy the position and responsibility for as long as she has it. She petitions a local artist to paint/draw the building from the front and enclose the picture with the letter(s).
For 500 GP (negociable with a PERSUASION check), Saerrira could hire the services of Pygmalion Zaggat, the famous Gnome sorcerer artist. He is known to mix spell components in his paint, and make his works "come alive". He runs a workshop in the Guild District, on the Middle Peak. Saerrira might have noticed the moving tattoos on Roscoe Umbridge (from Team2), which were done by him.
(Sounds very interesting but I don't have nearly enough to pay for that. Best chance is to hope Saerirra's popularity and influence lets her pay for little to nothing. Saerirra is packing light on coin.)
With her popularity, Saerrira can easily secure a mundane paint job for 50 GP, done by a team of hard working local Dwarves, from the painters Guild.
(Can't even afford that. I tried to do some performances and things for a little extra coin but I guess you missed it. No biggie. The gold for the embassy was more than generous.)
As Saerrira ponders how she may raise a bit of coin for her Embassy, she randomly bumps into Althulius Gambles, the exhuberant Director of the Bard's College. Or rather, he bumps into her.
"My Lady, I hear rumors that you are trying to raise some coin for your new Embassy...well, it just so happens that fundraising is my specialty. And since you saved my carrier earlier, I would be more than glad to lend you a hand! One big show at the Bard's College will earn you more than playing in every Tavern in Talaveroth! And great exposure for me, hehe...I could have every Noble and Guild Member in the City attend!"
"Oh! O-Oh my! A solo performance and for nobles? I...I'd love to! Where?! When?!"
Saerirra, clearly unable to hide her excitement, has quite the smile across her face. But after composing herself a few moments later, she takes a breath.
"I am sure many people, Noble and commoner alike, will be looking forward to it as much as I am."
In an instant, Uther finds himself in the arena sprinting towards the humans, his blood boiling, using his momentum he jumps in the air and drop kicks the closer brother in the face. As he lands on the floor, he then sweeps the other brother's foot then attempts to chokehold him. Mid-action he yells to his friend, "Gorlahk, are you ok brother?"
As Uther runs through the crowd to get to the ring, the Anouncer goes wild.
"Wait! Someone is running in to save the Champion! It's UTHEEEEEER OF DASTARUS!!!!"
OOC: Cue in WWE entrance theme
The crowd of roughly 300 people by now errupts with cheers as Uther jumps into the ring. Roll an Athletics check, and gain +1d6 Bardic Inspiration!
OOC: Saerrira may basically organize/direct/produce and star in her own Musical Performance at the Bard's College, with full access to the Theater's resources: Stage props&sceneries with 10 stage workers, a 20 piece orchestra with conductor, as well as a choir of 10 people, and 2 Lighting specialists (level3 Wizards).
Also 20 actors/dancers, and 15 Makeup artists/Costume designers, equipped with fully stocked wardrobes and disguise kits.
All together, an entire Opera House with 78 people at her disposal to put on a Fundraising Show, with Althulius Gambles as her main Staff Director, so that she can just point and tell, and he will orchestrate the entire staff to make it happen.
(This is going to take some time to think up lol)
Athletics Check 13 + 3
20
6
OOC: im not sure why it says the dice roll is not available in this section, so heres a reroll incase you are seeing the same msg
😬 Uther tries to dropkick one of the brothers of Doom, who intercepts his leg and slams him on the ground, to the crowd's shock! And the other brother kicks Uther while he's down!
But it gives enough rest to Gorlahk, who slowly gets up and bullrushes the kicking brother right through the wooden fence! The crowd once again pops. The other brother of Doom backs away from Uther, ready to face two opponents. The Anouncer is sweating profusely, his face red from constantly shouting.
"How the tables have turned here! Uther sacrificed himself for Gorlahk, his fellow Kalverakian Soldier, taking a vicious beating for him! But the Champion is back on his feet, and just smashed one of the brothers through the barrier with his famous Orcish Bullrush finisher move! And Uther is NOT happy! Now THAT is a scary sight folks!"
Gorlahk wipes off a bit of blood from his mouth, smiles at Uther, and raises his fist in the air. The crowd goes absolutely insane.
"Let's tag team this punk, brother!" Uther may roll another Athletics check to pull off a tag team finishing move with Gorlahk
Uther stands up and stares down the remaining brother. His chest heaving he grins as the fire of battle courses through his veins. "Lets do this, brother!"
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Uther and Gorlahk both charge at the remaining brother of Doom from opposite sides of the ring, and lay him out with a double "stone cold stunner" finishing move. The crowd explodes with excitement.
"Unbelievable!! What started as a simple title bout has now turned into a tag team match, and the Birth of a new Legend, here at the TPWA: The Dastarus Brothers!! And the referee finally wakes up!!"
The Cleric painfully climbs back into the ring, and powerslides right next to their opponent, then starts slamming his hand repeatedly to the ground, counting as loudly as possible, echoed by the crowd.
"ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! HE'S OUT!!!!"
The referee motions at the announcer, who rings the final bell. The crowd is now in full blown "World Cup Win" mode.
"And the Dastarus Brothers have taken the Brothers of Doom OUT!!! What a move!!!!What a win! Uther and Gorlahk are the new TPWA Heavyweight Champions of the Three Peaks!!! The crowd is ecstatic!!! They are chanting the Dastarus national Anthem!!! I've never in my 254 years in this World have I seen this!!"
A sexy Dwarven lady wearing a skimpy outfit presents Uther and Gorlahk with TPWA Championship Belts. They are actually Belts of Hill Giant Strength.
The announcer comes down into the Arena, and his floating "mic" hovers right in front of Uther's face.
"Uther, congratulations! what a save!! What will you do, now that you and Gorlahk have won the Championship Title?"
"For now I will have a drink with my friend and anyone who wants to join." he heavily pats Gorlahk on his back. "After that, and once this mess is done with I will be happy to accept any challengers for the title."
The crowd cheers, and they all storm the Hanging Chicken. Many kids are pestering Uther and Gorlahk for autographs, and tips on how to land their new signature team move. Gorlahk chuckles.
"Nice rescue there, brother! Pelios himself would be proud, I guess you and I really have this in our blood after all."
He waves at the two Brothers of Doom, limping away.
"Great job guys! Way to play the Vilain card, that was great! We should do it again sometime!"
They nod back respectfully, still obviously in a bit of pain.
The Dwarvish announcer drops down from his podium, and approaches the two Kalverakian Half Orcs.
"Wow, you two really know how to put on a show! And the crowd really likes you! Anytime you wanna step into the ring, let me know! Oh, and here's your cut. Again, great show! You weren't lying about that guy, Gorlahk, he IS a beast!"
He walks away, counting money and whistling the Dastarus national Anthem.
Gorlahk turns to Uther, and hands him 400GP, which seems like half of what the Announcer gave him.
"Here you go! That Now tell me, are the Gladiator Mercenaries from home really on their way to the Three Peaks? I heard they'll be under your command, that's amazing! I get to hang out with a genuine Kalverakian Elite Force Commander. Not too shabby..."
His expression switches back to "war mode"...
"So what's the plan? Eagles can't attack Pinekeep until we've taken out the bloody Siege Engines, so me and my Squadron are kind of grounded right now. I don't like it at all...we should be making moves right now. It's not like Seleth Belian to sit still and do nothing, even for a High Elf...I don't know what they're planning in that Castle, but they better call some shots soon..."