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Petgolor strikes at your back with a quick swipe, trying to hit you with his big paw again, trying to drop you.
Attack: 25 Damage: 6
He hits you in the back of the head, forcing you to stumble forward a few steps and leading your head ringing.
3 - Hunter's Mark
Your shot strikes the big Firbolg in his right shin and he sinks down to one knee, crying out in pain as you can tell your hex worked on him. He seems to be hurting prettly badly, but his breathing seems to be keeping him grounded and calm.
Olive, the teenager who seems to be avoiding the combat all together inches towards the firbolg and shoots at him with a blast of very pale blue energy.
Attack: 14 Damage: 13
Unfortunately, her blast goes way, doing nothing but drawing the attention of the firbolg monk.
Petgolor glances at Olive in surprise, and wincing with the pain from the arrow in his shin, begins to move, again with surprising alacrity towards the girl. She gaps in surprises as the firbolg swings his hathi at the girl's midsection, hoping to catch her unawares.
Attack: 6 Damage: 8
After his hathi strike, he swings a paw at her head, tring to take advantage of the his size and weight advantage over the girl.
Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The girl catches the hathi, and pushes it away,, but in doing so, she moves right into the path of his hoove, and she too, seems to be shaken and dazed by the force with which the firbolg hits.
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Thalion surprised himself with his accuracy. He was still blinking away stars after turning tail and sprinting away from the rampaging firbolg. One of them was pale blue and streaking past him - no, it was some sort of unearthly energy from the strange little girl.
He shakes his head to clear his vision and grits his teeth against the pain of multiple wounds. These humanoid beasts weren't exactly his favorite opponents to go toe-to-toe with, including the aarakocra pugilist who had trained him.
The elf's ageless features crease as he cringes at the sound of Petgolor's paw punching the peculiar girl. Even though she was his opponent it still made his stomach twist in knots to see a frail youth be battered about so brutally.
Thwip! He looses an arrow at Petgolor, perhaps fueled by the mismatched fistfight he was witnessing.
"What if he doesn't know he's cheating? I may be able to give him a slight bit of help. Make him a bit quicker, a bit stronger. Nothing too obvious. Just a bit of a bump."
(Just a correction, since I was quoted, I should have said "You know the elf pretty well.")
"What if he doesn't know he's cheating? I may be able to give him a slight bit of help. Make him a bit quicker, a bit stronger. Nothing too obvious. Just a bit of a bump."
(Just a correction, since I was quoted, I should have said "You know the elf pretty well.")
“I think you won’t manage it without a distraction. Eyes like hawks in here.”
And with that, Yoric starts moving around the ring playing his Lute as loud as he can, and singing:
”I HEARD THERE WAS A FIGHTER HERE - WHOSE FISTS WERE MADE OF STEEL
HER MAGIC STRONG, HER FACE WAS FAIR, BUT I WANTED TO KNOW IF THEY WERE
-REAL MEN LOOKED ON IN AWE, AND WERE HELD ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEAT
FOR EVERY MAN SHE BEAT IN THE RING, THEY WENT AND BEAT THEIR
- MEET HER IN THE RING THEY SAY, SHE’LL HIT YOU LIKE A RAM
IT’S TOO BAD FOR MEN, HER ONLY JOU WAS FOUND INSIDE A
- CLAM UP YOUR MOUTHS AND LISTEN CLOSE, SHE DID EVENTUALLY LOSE
THE ONE WHO FINALLY BEAT HER ENJOYED SNIFFING HUTO’S
- SHOES OF WHITE, AND THREE FEET TALL, HER FINAL FIGHT ARRIVED
TO FIGHT THE CHAMP, THEY BROUGHT A WOMAN AND CALLED HER THUNDER
- THIGHS WERE MADE TO CRUSH MEN’S SKULLS AND ARMS WERE MADE TO DO THE SAME
BUT WHEN USED AGAINST THE CHAMP, INSTEAD, THEY SAY SHE ONLY”
and on from there... I hope I didn’t offend anyone, I figured bawdy was the way to go for a bard I. A pit fighting arena
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Keaton laughs to himself, This group could be fun to work with.
Moving to a spot away from everyone, the professor stares at Thalion and mutters under his breath, "Thalion Strongbow, I Bless you to have sure steps, swift strikes, and true reflexes."
Once the spell lands, Thalion, you start to feel more confident in your abilities, your weapons feel lighter, and you feel a tad luckier. (And you get to add a 1d4 to each of your attack rolls and saves!) Keaton joins the cheers of the crowd, "Come on, elf, get her!"
Sleight of Hand: 9
And again, in case Yoric earned me some advantage: 24
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(LOVE the song! Take some Inspiration, Yoric.)
Thalion, your arrow flies just over the head of the big Firbolg. He looks over at you and grins broadly and waves a hoof at you. "Uh Uh Uh, elf. Shoot another arrow at me and I'll shove it up your arse."
Olive will use the distraction you created Thalion to try and blast Petgolor with an Eldritch Blast
Attack: 9 Damage: 7
Petgolor will take three more swings at the little human warlock, one with the hathi stick, two with his fists.
Attack: 24 Damage: 4
Attack: 15 Damage: 6
Attack: 18 Damage: 7
Stung by the blows Olive will use her Reaction to thrust the crystal towards Petgolor and black crackling flames appear all around the firbolg.
DEX Save: 14 -- 21 damage if lower than 14 or 1/2 if passed
Once again, the firbolg proves to be too quick and he simply steps aside from the eldritch blast. CRACK. He brings the hathi stick down on Olive's skull and you hear a sickening wet crunch. The girl seems to be dizzy, and its easy enough for one of Petgolor's unarmed strikes to land, striking the girl in the nose. Somehow, she moves out of the way of his third strike and as she casts her unholy spell, Petgolor rolls out of the way, but the flames catch his fur and start to brun away and the entire Pit is filled with the smell of singed fur.
Thalion you may notice at this point, between Olive's spell and your arrow, Petgolor seems to be on his last legs. His movement is increasingly impaired by your arrow and large clumps of burned hair seem to be coming off his body. Strikingly, after surviving the onslaught of blows that she did, including the most recent crack against her skull, the only damage you can see on her is a little goose-egg growing on her forehead.
"Ew, that smell is like, the worst thing ever. You reek worse than the bathroom of this dump." She says to Petgolor as she draws a small silver dagger in preparation for the monk's next attack.
As Yoric begins to strum his lute and sing loudly, the attention of almost everyone in The Dole is drawn to the halfling, and there is some clappin and laughing. Even Huto seems impressed, and the old kobold's head bobs ever so slightly in time with the music.
Its easy enough for you, Keaton, to use the opportunity to make a few arcane gestures, and whisper a few words as suddenly, Thalion's entire being seems to crackle with a goldish energy and indeed, you do feel somehow invigorated.
(Thalion you are up -- remember to add the dice to your attack roll.)
Thalion curses to himself in Elvish as his arrow misses. It was always difficult shooting into a melee and even more so when flashes of eldritch energy burned his vision with their wrongness. He winces at the vicious blows from paw and hathi stick but his eyes widen in amazement at the girl's inhuman resiliency.
As often was the case with his diverse group of allies he found himself distracted by one of them doing something absurd or astounding. In this instance it was something astoundingly absurd. Suddenly the violent back and forth was set to the rhythm of a bawdy tune plucked by none other than Yoric. Thalion was stunned. Not only was his song lewd, it was clever and well sung. He was just as captivated - and slightly horrified - as the rest of the crowd.
The song was uplifting him. He felt lighter, unburdened by fatigue. His wounds troubled him less and his spirit lifted. All this from a song!
Of course he had no way of knowing he was being magically manipulated by the wizard Keaton but that didn't stop him from drawing back his bowstring with utmost certainty in himself and his aim, directing his arrow toward the reeling firbolg.
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Petgolor snatches your arrow out of the air with an impressive deftness and he drops it to the ground, wagging a hoove at you as though you are a naughty child.
He turns to Olive and waves his arms around now, speaking a few words and suddenly, a large part of the Pit falls completely silent. The girl tries to speak frantically, but no sounds come out of her and indeed, the cheering from the members of the crowd immediately behind her seems to have become unnaturally quiet.
Whatever Petgolor seems to have done, it drives Olive into a panic and she begins to run towards you, and away from Petgolor.
The firbolg swings his stick at the retreating teenager with a hefty amount of force, striking right in the small of the back and sending her tumbling a good five feet, making her land almost within touching distance of you, Thalion.
Attack: 18 Damage: 9
Olive pops up quickly and, her words come rushing back as she seems to be free of whatever magic Petgolor released on her before. "You big hairy bastard. I'm mad now. Qamke, show this overgrown horse how you dealt with arseholes like him when you were alive." The crystal sparkles peculiarly and then the same pale green energy that brought down the hobgoblin shoots out and covers Petgolor.
CON SAVE: 11 (DC 14) or 1 poison damage
Petgolor begins coughing as and sinking to his knees as his veins begin to bulge unnaturally. Gasping for breath, he flips onto his back and grabs his neck, the universal symbol of a creature choking. A few patrons rush over and pull the big firbolg out of the Pit.
Breathing heavily, Olive coughs up a bit of blood, standing right before you, she looks you in the eye and cackles. "Alright old man. You're next." There is a pause, as the girl looks irritated. "NO, I am NOT saying that. Why? Because he won't get the reference. Can we just blast him quick so we can get out of here? He's not going to be able to hit me anyway. Have you seen how wide his arrows have been going?"
Thalion snarls like one of the beasts he was so skilled in hunting as he made yet another miserable display of his abilities. Fuming and red-faced, he drops his bow in the dirt and unsheathes his shortsword only to halt yet again by the bizarre fight unfolding before his eyes.
Exasperated, exhausted, he glares daggers at the little girl as she taunts him. She was within striking distance, though thus far he had been loathe to try and harm her. Still, he had to end the fight somehow.
The glint of her crystal caught his eye and he remembered how it seemed to emanate that strange, greenish energy that had suffocated Petgolor. He takes a bonus action to move his Hunter's Mark to his new target, honing in on her and the odd trinket she carried. With a fierce battle cry that was tinged with desperation he stabs his sword right at the crystal.
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Thalion Disadvantage Attack Roll: 8
You stab at the crystal at Olive's hand and despite the girl's efforts to jerk it away, the inspiring energy you feel coursing through your veins make you move that much more quicker and you manage to pierce the crystal and there is a large crack on the crystal now.
"Gods, what are you doing, dick? Don't mess with my shit, dude!"
She looks at the crystal and seems to be expecting something from it, and then looks disappointed. She turns to you, her face full of rage, and she slashes at your face with her little silver dagger.
Attack: 8 Damage: 6
You manage to avoid catching her dagger in the face, but as she arcs the blade downwards, the point of the blade digs into your chest painfully.
She takes a step back and cradles the crystal in her hand mournfully, :Hey, you're coming back, r-r-ight? I need you" She says to the crystal, which, now that its cracked, does not seem to shine as brightly anymore.
For just a moment the strong, tall elf towering over the whimpering little girl felt a pang of guilt. And then she stabbed him in the chest.
"Ow! Just... STOP, would you?!" he crows angrily, holding a hand over his bleeding chest. It wasn't deep, but the blood loss was beginning to take its toll. With an angry grunt he swings the flat of his blade at the girl's head with perhaps more force than was strictly necessary.
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Thalion, due to your own uncertainty about attacking the girl, you hesitate a bit too long, and she is able to dodge out of the way of your strike. She will spend her turn attempting to repair her crystal to get int functioning again.
Arcana Roll: 5
Her hands are so slicked with sweat and blood that she fumbles with the crystal and drops it, shattering what seems to be her spellcasting focus into hundreds of tiny shards. You don't need an Insight check to see that she seems absolutely gutted that it happened.
Meanwhile, Yoric, the old man keeping the odds for Huto sidles up to you holding two frosty pints of a dark brown porter. He slips one to you and looks at you through milky eyes, gripping your shoulder with a massive hand.
"Alright, geezer? You;ve got a great voice and you've been doing a decent job, for not doing this afore, mate. And you having such a good relationship with the missus, you have. Be a shame if you ruin all of it. Huto may be distracted by her daughter, but I know what you're trying to do. Skim a little off the top, innit?" He leans in conspiratorially. "Cut me in for, let's say two-thirds of what you were trying to take and the little kobold NEVER has to know. Its brilliant, innit? Everyone wins."
(You had told Huto there were about 350 gold in bets, but at the time, there was probably around 500. You've probably picked up a few more odd bets since then, so lets say 520 total in the bids till.)
Thalion, due to your own uncertainty about attacking the girl, you hesitate a bit too long, and she is able to dodge out of the way of your strike. She will spend her turn attempting to repair her crystal to get int functioning again.
Arcana Roll: 5
Her hands are so slicked with sweat and blood that she fumbles with the crystal and drops it, shattering what seems to be her spellcasting focus into hundreds of tiny shards. You don't need an Insight check to see that she seems absolutely gutted that it happened.
Meanwhile, Yoric, the old man keeping the odds for Huto sidles up to you holding two frosty pints of a dark brown porter. He slips one to you and looks at you through milky eyes, gripping your shoulder with a massive hand.
"Alright, geezer? You;ve got a great voice and you've been doing a decent job, for not doing this afore, mate. And you having such a good relationship with the missus, you have. Be a shame if you ruin all of it. Huto may be distracted by her daughter, but I know what you're trying to do. Skim a little off the top, innit?" He leans in conspiratorially. "Cut me in for, let's say two-thirds of what you were trying to take and the little kobold NEVER has to know. Its brilliant, innit? Everyone wins."
(You had told Huto there were about 350 gold in bets, but at the time, there was probably around 500. You've probably picked up a few more odd bets since then, so lets say 520 total in the bids till.)
“50/50 and you have a deal. No reason to be greedy.”
The old man studies you with shrewd eyes and after a second takes a huge sip from his mug. "I knew I liked you, mate. That silver tongue of yers is gonna get ya inta trouble, but not today. Ya got a deal. I'll find ya after the match, innit? Yer man is about to lay the girl out. Good thing too. Magic makes people nervous, d'ya know what I mean?
With that, he moves on, and you feel reasonably safe that the oddskeeper will keep his end of the bargain.
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Thalion grunts in annoyance as he misses and braces for another wound. He wasn't sure he could take anymore bloodletting and just as he felt a fresh wave of dizziness wash over him he blinked and the girl had dropped her precious crystal on the ground, shattering it.
He stomps up to her and raises his shortsword menacingly. "Normally I would show mercy on such a pathetically defenseless foe - now that your invisible bodyguard is gone you're hardly a match for that poor kobold with the head wound, let alone I, Thalion Strongbow, hero of the... oh, nevermind."
And with that he tries to knock her out with the pommel of his sword.
Petgolor strikes at your back with a quick swipe, trying to hit you with his big paw again, trying to drop you.
Attack: 25 Damage: 6
He hits you in the back of the head, forcing you to stumble forward a few steps and leading your head ringing.
3 - Hunter's Mark
Your shot strikes the big Firbolg in his right shin and he sinks down to one knee, crying out in pain as you can tell your hex worked on him. He seems to be hurting prettly badly, but his breathing seems to be keeping him grounded and calm.
Olive, the teenager who seems to be avoiding the combat all together inches towards the firbolg and shoots at him with a blast of very pale blue energy.
Attack: 14 Damage: 13
Unfortunately, her blast goes way, doing nothing but drawing the attention of the firbolg monk.
Petgolor glances at Olive in surprise, and wincing with the pain from the arrow in his shin, begins to move, again with surprising alacrity towards the girl. She gaps in surprises as the firbolg swings his hathi at the girl's midsection, hoping to catch her unawares.
Attack: 6 Damage: 8
After his hathi strike, he swings a paw at her head, tring to take advantage of the his size and weight advantage over the girl.
Attack: 19 Damage: 6
The girl catches the hathi, and pushes it away,, but in doing so, she moves right into the path of his hoove, and she too, seems to be shaken and dazed by the force with which the firbolg hits.
Thalion surprised himself with his accuracy. He was still blinking away stars after turning tail and sprinting away from the rampaging firbolg. One of them was pale blue and streaking past him - no, it was some sort of unearthly energy from the strange little girl.
He shakes his head to clear his vision and grits his teeth against the pain of multiple wounds. These humanoid beasts weren't exactly his favorite opponents to go toe-to-toe with, including the aarakocra pugilist who had trained him.
The elf's ageless features crease as he cringes at the sound of Petgolor's paw punching the peculiar girl. Even though she was his opponent it still made his stomach twist in knots to see a frail youth be battered about so brutally.
Thwip! He looses an arrow at Petgolor, perhaps fueled by the mismatched fistfight he was witnessing.
Attack: 15 Damage: 12
Keaton sidles up next to Yoric. He catches his attention and says quietly, "Hey, you know him pretty well. How's he feel about cheating a bit?"
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“I don’t think he cares for it, but I am easily negotiated with. What did you have in mind?”
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"What if he doesn't know he's cheating? I may be able to give him a slight bit of help. Make him a bit quicker, a bit stronger. Nothing too obvious. Just a bit of a bump."
(Just a correction, since I was quoted, I should have said "You know the elf pretty well.")
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Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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“I think you won’t manage it without a distraction. Eyes like hawks in here.”
And with that, Yoric starts moving around the ring playing his Lute as loud as he can, and singing:
”I HEARD THERE WAS A FIGHTER HERE - WHOSE FISTS WERE MADE OF STEEL
HER MAGIC STRONG, HER FACE WAS FAIR, BUT I WANTED TO KNOW IF THEY WERE
-REAL MEN LOOKED ON IN AWE, AND WERE HELD ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEAT
FOR EVERY MAN SHE BEAT IN THE RING, THEY WENT AND BEAT THEIR
- MEET HER IN THE RING THEY SAY, SHE’LL HIT YOU LIKE A RAM
IT’S TOO BAD FOR MEN, HER ONLY JOU WAS FOUND INSIDE A
- CLAM UP YOUR MOUTHS AND LISTEN CLOSE, SHE DID EVENTUALLY LOSE
THE ONE WHO FINALLY BEAT HER ENJOYED SNIFFING HUTO’S
- SHOES OF WHITE, AND THREE FEET TALL, HER FINAL FIGHT ARRIVED
TO FIGHT THE CHAMP, THEY BROUGHT A WOMAN AND CALLED HER THUNDER
- THIGHS WERE MADE TO CRUSH MEN’S SKULLS AND ARMS WERE MADE TO DO THE SAME
BUT WHEN USED AGAINST THE CHAMP, INSTEAD, THEY SAY SHE ONLY”
and on from there... I hope I didn’t offend anyone, I figured bawdy was the way to go for a bard I. A pit fighting arena
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Keaton laughs to himself, This group could be fun to work with.
Moving to a spot away from everyone, the professor stares at Thalion and mutters under his breath, "Thalion Strongbow, I Bless you to have sure steps, swift strikes, and true reflexes."
Once the spell lands, Thalion, you start to feel more confident in your abilities, your weapons feel lighter, and you feel a tad luckier. (And you get to add a 1d4 to each of your attack rolls and saves!) Keaton joins the cheers of the crowd, "Come on, elf, get her!"
Sleight of Hand: 9
And again, in case Yoric earned me some advantage: 24
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(LOVE the song! Take some Inspiration, Yoric.)
Thalion, your arrow flies just over the head of the big Firbolg. He looks over at you and grins broadly and waves a hoof at you. "Uh Uh Uh, elf. Shoot another arrow at me and I'll shove it up your arse."
Olive will use the distraction you created Thalion to try and blast Petgolor with an Eldritch Blast
Attack: 9 Damage: 7
Petgolor will take three more swings at the little human warlock, one with the hathi stick, two with his fists.
Attack: 24 Damage: 4
Attack: 15 Damage: 6
Attack: 18 Damage: 7
Stung by the blows Olive will use her Reaction to thrust the crystal towards Petgolor and black crackling flames appear all around the firbolg.
DEX Save: 14 -- 21 damage if lower than 14 or 1/2 if passed
Once again, the firbolg proves to be too quick and he simply steps aside from the eldritch blast. CRACK. He brings the hathi stick down on Olive's skull and you hear a sickening wet crunch. The girl seems to be dizzy, and its easy enough for one of Petgolor's unarmed strikes to land, striking the girl in the nose. Somehow, she moves out of the way of his third strike and as she casts her unholy spell, Petgolor rolls out of the way, but the flames catch his fur and start to brun away and the entire Pit is filled with the smell of singed fur.
Thalion you may notice at this point, between Olive's spell and your arrow, Petgolor seems to be on his last legs. His movement is increasingly impaired by your arrow and large clumps of burned hair seem to be coming off his body. Strikingly, after surviving the onslaught of blows that she did, including the most recent crack against her skull, the only damage you can see on her is a little goose-egg growing on her forehead.
"Ew, that smell is like, the worst thing ever. You reek worse than the bathroom of this dump." She says to Petgolor as she draws a small silver dagger in preparation for the monk's next attack.
As Yoric begins to strum his lute and sing loudly, the attention of almost everyone in The Dole is drawn to the halfling, and there is some clappin and laughing. Even Huto seems impressed, and the old kobold's head bobs ever so slightly in time with the music.
Its easy enough for you, Keaton, to use the opportunity to make a few arcane gestures, and whisper a few words as suddenly, Thalion's entire being seems to crackle with a goldish energy and indeed, you do feel somehow invigorated.
(Thalion you are up -- remember to add the dice to your attack roll.)
Thalion curses to himself in Elvish as his arrow misses. It was always difficult shooting into a melee and even more so when flashes of eldritch energy burned his vision with their wrongness. He winces at the vicious blows from paw and hathi stick but his eyes widen in amazement at the girl's inhuman resiliency.
As often was the case with his diverse group of allies he found himself distracted by one of them doing something absurd or astounding. In this instance it was something astoundingly absurd. Suddenly the violent back and forth was set to the rhythm of a bawdy tune plucked by none other than Yoric. Thalion was stunned. Not only was his song lewd, it was clever and well sung. He was just as captivated - and slightly horrified - as the rest of the crowd.
The song was uplifting him. He felt lighter, unburdened by fatigue. His wounds troubled him less and his spirit lifted. All this from a song!
Of course he had no way of knowing he was being magically manipulated by the wizard Keaton but that didn't stop him from drawing back his bowstring with utmost certainty in himself and his aim, directing his arrow toward the reeling firbolg.
Attack: 8 Damage: 9
Bless bonus: 1
Petgolor snatches your arrow out of the air with an impressive deftness and he drops it to the ground, wagging a hoove at you as though you are a naughty child.
He turns to Olive and waves his arms around now, speaking a few words and suddenly, a large part of the Pit falls completely silent. The girl tries to speak frantically, but no sounds come out of her and indeed, the cheering from the members of the crowd immediately behind her seems to have become unnaturally quiet.
Whatever Petgolor seems to have done, it drives Olive into a panic and she begins to run towards you, and away from Petgolor.
The firbolg swings his stick at the retreating teenager with a hefty amount of force, striking right in the small of the back and sending her tumbling a good five feet, making her land almost within touching distance of you, Thalion.
Attack: 18 Damage: 9
Olive pops up quickly and, her words come rushing back as she seems to be free of whatever magic Petgolor released on her before. "You big hairy bastard. I'm mad now. Qamke, show this overgrown horse how you dealt with arseholes like him when you were alive." The crystal sparkles peculiarly and then the same pale green energy that brought down the hobgoblin shoots out and covers Petgolor.
CON SAVE: 11 (DC 14) or 1 poison damage
Petgolor begins coughing as and sinking to his knees as his veins begin to bulge unnaturally. Gasping for breath, he flips onto his back and grabs his neck, the universal symbol of a creature choking. A few patrons rush over and pull the big firbolg out of the Pit.
Breathing heavily, Olive coughs up a bit of blood, standing right before you, she looks you in the eye and cackles. "Alright old man. You're next." There is a pause, as the girl looks irritated. "NO, I am NOT saying that. Why? Because he won't get the reference. Can we just blast him quick so we can get out of here? He's not going to be able to hit me anyway. Have you seen how wide his arrows have been going?"
It is, all in all, more than a little unnerving.
Thalion snarls like one of the beasts he was so skilled in hunting as he made yet another miserable display of his abilities. Fuming and red-faced, he drops his bow in the dirt and unsheathes his shortsword only to halt yet again by the bizarre fight unfolding before his eyes.
Exasperated, exhausted, he glares daggers at the little girl as she taunts him. She was within striking distance, though thus far he had been loathe to try and harm her. Still, he had to end the fight somehow.
The glint of her crystal caught his eye and he remembered how it seemed to emanate that strange, greenish energy that had suffocated Petgolor. He takes a bonus action to move his Hunter's Mark to his new target, honing in on her and the odd trinket she carried. With a fierce battle cry that was tinged with desperation he stabs his sword right at the crystal.
Attack: 10 Damage: 9
Bless bonus: 3
Thalion Disadvantage Attack Roll: 8
You stab at the crystal at Olive's hand and despite the girl's efforts to jerk it away, the inspiring energy you feel coursing through your veins make you move that much more quicker and you manage to pierce the crystal and there is a large crack on the crystal now.
"Gods, what are you doing, dick? Don't mess with my shit, dude!"
She looks at the crystal and seems to be expecting something from it, and then looks disappointed. She turns to you, her face full of rage, and she slashes at your face with her little silver dagger.
Attack: 8 Damage: 6
You manage to avoid catching her dagger in the face, but as she arcs the blade downwards, the point of the blade digs into your chest painfully.
She takes a step back and cradles the crystal in her hand mournfully, :Hey, you're coming back, r-r-ight? I need you" She says to the crystal, which, now that its cracked, does not seem to shine as brightly anymore.
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For just a moment the strong, tall elf towering over the whimpering little girl felt a pang of guilt. And then she stabbed him in the chest.
"Ow! Just... STOP, would you?!" he crows angrily, holding a hand over his bleeding chest. It wasn't deep, but the blood loss was beginning to take its toll. With an angry grunt he swings the flat of his blade at the girl's head with perhaps more force than was strictly necessary.
Attack: 8 Damage: 14
Thalion, due to your own uncertainty about attacking the girl, you hesitate a bit too long, and she is able to dodge out of the way of your strike. She will spend her turn attempting to repair her crystal to get int functioning again.
Arcana Roll: 5
Her hands are so slicked with sweat and blood that she fumbles with the crystal and drops it, shattering what seems to be her spellcasting focus into hundreds of tiny shards. You don't need an Insight check to see that she seems absolutely gutted that it happened.
Meanwhile, Yoric, the old man keeping the odds for Huto sidles up to you holding two frosty pints of a dark brown porter. He slips one to you and looks at you through milky eyes, gripping your shoulder with a massive hand.
"Alright, geezer? You;ve got a great voice and you've been doing a decent job, for not doing this afore, mate. And you having such a good relationship with the missus, you have. Be a shame if you ruin all of it. Huto may be distracted by her daughter, but I know what you're trying to do. Skim a little off the top, innit?" He leans in conspiratorially. "Cut me in for, let's say two-thirds of what you were trying to take and the little kobold NEVER has to know. Its brilliant, innit? Everyone wins."
(You had told Huto there were about 350 gold in bets, but at the time, there was probably around 500. You've probably picked up a few more odd bets since then, so lets say 520 total in the bids till.)
“50/50 and you have a deal. No reason to be greedy.”
persuasion 26
Paladin - warforged - orange
The old man studies you with shrewd eyes and after a second takes a huge sip from his mug. "I knew I liked you, mate. That silver tongue of yers is gonna get ya inta trouble, but not today. Ya got a deal. I'll find ya after the match, innit? Yer man is about to lay the girl out. Good thing too. Magic makes people nervous, d'ya know what I mean?
With that, he moves on, and you feel reasonably safe that the oddskeeper will keep his end of the bargain.
Keaton is smiling and cheering. "That's what you get for taking shortcuts you blasted warlock!"
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Thalion grunts in annoyance as he misses and braces for another wound. He wasn't sure he could take anymore bloodletting and just as he felt a fresh wave of dizziness wash over him he blinked and the girl had dropped her precious crystal on the ground, shattering it.
He stomps up to her and raises his shortsword menacingly. "Normally I would show mercy on such a pathetically defenseless foe - now that your invisible bodyguard is gone you're hardly a match for that poor kobold with the head wound, let alone I, Thalion Strongbow, hero of the... oh, nevermind."
And with that he tries to knock her out with the pommel of his sword.
Attack: 18 Damage: 14
(You can do sixteen damage with a Shortsword? I think you may need to reroll that damage lol)
Paladin - warforged - orange
(1d6 damage from the shortsword, 1d6 from Hunter's Mark, +5 from class bonuses.)