OOC We can play it as a series of rounds of Athletics. Whoever loses a number of contests equal to his/her CON modifier is out. Then the next comes in and put a wager equal to what it is on the "plate"
Ooc: Can you post an example? Not sure I got it... I have +5 in Athletics and +3/save +5 in Constitution...
OOC We can go like this: you find a challenger and he put 1 gold, as you did, as the wager. We fight with the Athletics contests, who loses is out. Then the next challenger comes in and put 2 golds as the wager. If he/she loses is out and has lost the 2 golds. And so on.
The rounds will be played simply as Athletics contests. In our case, if you lose 5 contests you are out and loose the money. If a new challenger comes in, we start over.
Well, while we wait for the race. I'll drop by to a temple. Temple of Oghma would be best. I'm presenting myself, ask for the latest rumours and how I can help the temple
Well, while we wait for the race. I'll drop by to a temple. Temple of Oghma would be best. I'm presenting myself, ask for the latest rumours and how I can help the temple
Asking around about temples, you are told that only three religions are allowed to stay in Port Nyanzaru: Savras, Gond and Sune. The temples are in Marchant's Ward. In truth, almost all the chultans still worship Ubtao.
Outside the temple of Savras, Kurma is approached by a young girl, an acolyte of the temple of Savras."Good Morning, Sir. I am Inete, acolyte of The Eye. May I have few moments of your time?"
"Good morning sister, how are you ? Can I be of assistance ?"
" I am... troubled. The All-Seeing God granted me visions, disturbing visions of red-robed wizards operating a secret base somewhere in the Aldani Basin. The head of her temple, Grandfather Zitembe, has too many other things on his mind, but he’s given me permission to investigate. Is there a chance you are getting south? I will contribute to travelling expenses."
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Gertrude buys a bottle of rum of Seven. "You, big guy over there, here's a shot glass of rum... show me what you got!" Gertrude points to her arms and gives him a challenging smile...
He comes over, they both put 1 GP on the table and do their athletics check:
Gertrude buys a bottle of rum of Seven. "You, big guy over there, here's a shot glass of rum... show me what you got!" Gertrude points to her arms and gives him a challenging smile...
He comes over, they both put 1 GP on the table and do their athletics check:
The sailor arse is on the ground and, judging by its laments, his back can take anymore. This match is won by the Goliath. The patrons make a mild toast.
"hummm... could you be more specific on your vision. You see, my mentor always told me, knowledge is the path to wisdom, any little fact you left out could be very important..."
"For the traveling, we are in fact close to depart, yes, but more towards the Kobold Mountain - south-west - If I'm not mistaken.. I could have a chat to my friends and see if you'll be welcome - that if you want to come with us towards this destination"
"hummm... could you be more specific on your vision. You see, my mentor always told me, knowledge is the path to wisdom, any little fact you left out could be very important..."
"For the traveling, we are in fact close to depart, yes, but more towards the Kobold Mountain - south-west - If I'm not mistaken.. I could have a chat to my friends and see if you'll be welcome - that if you want to come with us towards this destination"
"I....apologise, I do not have any specifics. Visions are... blurry. Please come with me to the temple. I take my gear, and you introduce me to your group."
The temple is old. Flagstones are made of multi-coloured crystals. Almost everywhere, there are crystals balls, lighted up likely by minor spells. On the other side of the aisle, stand the altar and an old man, probably Grandfather Zitembe. He is speaking heatedly with three young men. They are disagreeing on something. As soon as they notice a newcomer, they drop the discussion and take the leave.
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OOC: Is this your next roll for the last round?
The hulking man looks scary. Gertrude did match the wager last round to 10 GPs. So now she puts the full 20 GPs on the table, looks challenging to the HULK and gets herself ready. She closes her eyes for a second, stands up to her full size and a slow growl starts coming up inside her, turning into a roar that stands up the hair on every patrons back. Gertrude sends herself into a RAGE...
then puts her hand onto the table and gives everything:
Well, while we wait for the race. I'll drop by to a temple. Temple of Oghma would be best. I'm presenting myself, ask for the latest rumours and how I can help the temple
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
"Good morning sister, how are you ? Can I be of assistance ?"
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Gertrude buys a bottle of rum of Seven. "You, big guy over there, here's a shot glass of rum... show me what you got!" Gertrude points to her arms and gives him a challenging smile...
He comes over, they both put 1 GP on the table and do their athletics check:
athletics 7
The sailor arse is on the ground and, judging by its laments, his back can take anymore. This match is won by the Goliath. The patrons make a mild toast.
"Who is next? Who wants a free shot of rum if nothing else?" Gertrude asks, putting her 2 GP in as wager to be matched.
athletics 8
OOC: oh oh..........
Gertrude hopes for a Halfling to step up!
"hummm... could you be more specific on your vision. You see, my mentor always told me, knowledge is the path to wisdom, any little fact you left out could be very important..."
"For the traveling, we are in fact close to depart, yes, but more towards the Kobold Mountain - south-west - If I'm not mistaken.. I could have a chat to my friends and see if you'll be welcome - that if you want to come with us towards this destination"
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
This time a bigger guy comes forward. Rec clothes, fierce gaze. He places the wager. The match is on.
Athletics 4
OOC LOL no way
The Goliath takes advantage of the man's clumsy balance. His arse is down but he has still something to say in this match.
OOC: Hahaha, I can't believe I won this one!!!
"Hei big guy, you want to go again? You can have another sip of rum if that helps" Gertrude smiles...
"This time it is 4GP each..."
athletics 21
Gertrude is confident that this time she will show him a clear victory...
The man takes a sip of rum and engages the Goliath again.
Athletics 11
There is nothing to do. Gertrude sends the man flying in the bathroom. The man is done.
Gertrude looks around. Offering two shot glasses of rum for the next contestant and putting the 8 GP on the table...
Who is the next challenger?
athletics 19
Uhhh yeahhhhh, Gertrude feels invincible... (and thinks of having a sip of alcohol herself)
This time a hulking man comes forward. Big scar on his face, without an ear. "If you dare, make it ten," he says going to enjoy the match.
Athletics 15
Arse down to the ground, the hulking man stands up again.
Athetlics 11
OOC: Is this your next roll for the last round?
The hulking man looks scary. Gertrude did match the wager last round to 10 GPs. So now she puts the full 20 GPs on the table, looks challenging to the HULK and gets herself ready. She closes her eyes for a second, stands up to her full size and a slow growl starts coming up inside her, turning into a roar that stands up the hair on every patrons back. Gertrude sends herself into a RAGE...
then puts her hand onto the table and gives everything:
Athletics with RAGE: Athletics 36
OOC: uuuups, what did I just do???? Can you figure out what the first result would have been? The 15? Sorry