Through various reasons, the five adventurers soon found themselves on a large barge heading towards the ominous sounding skull island. The barge itself would usually transport large shipments of grain or other goods up and down the coast of the Druuk islands. Today, however, its cargo was a large collection of various bandits, cut throats, and thieves, all of which were surrounded by a buzz of excitement for the upcoming games. Through only boarding the ship, and embarking on the journey each of you has heard rumors regarding the tournament. Apparently, the games are a succession of sorts, with each team participating being backed by a rival gang or syndicate. This left the lot of you to wonder your place in the machinations of what was to come.
As if on cue, garbed in all white and supported by a crooked cane, a man slowly approached you, "So this is what my money bought me?" he said in a dry, humorless tone as he inspected each member of the party. Before any of you could speak, he forcefully slapped the cane against the barge's wooden floor producing a loud snapping sound that hushed the murmur surrounding you. "Get back!" an unknown voice called, "It's time!" Within moments the crowd of thieves pushed back into a tight circle around the edges of the boat revealing five coffins sized containers that had been pulled up from below at some point during the journey. Any who were proficient in magical arts would recognize some spell holding the boxes in place. Otherwise, they would seem rather normal.
The man in white smiled in your direction. "I'm sure the some of you have an awful lot of questions. If you want answers, it would be best if you showed me that my investment wasn't a waste." As he spoke, the man in white limped over to the coffins slapping one of the lids with his cane, resulting in a distressing gurgling sound coming from within. "These baddies generally would rip a man to shreds, we normally have them fight each other before the games, but these five didn't quite make it to Skull Island. No, officially they are already considered dead. For our purposes, however, they will be your preliminary matches."
The man in white nodded to one of the ship-hands, who then, in turn, whistled loudly. A disorganized mob of sailors then appeared, with freshly lit torches in hand, forcefully pushing the mob back further and forming a small 50-foot circle around the coffins. A few screams could be heard as some of the thieves were pushed overboard to make room for the spectacle, and your team was mashed waist to waist with the others. The man in white stood calmly watching the events unfold until each of the sailors were in place, "You see the creatures detest fire, meaning that once one of them is freed, it will try its best not to exit the ring. That said, they are quite hungry, and they will be looking for a meal." With a grunt of effort, the man in white forced himself to stand, "You each will fight one today. On your own. One by one. Do this, and I will get you into the tournament, under my name..."
With that said the man exited the ring of torches into the crowd of people that surrounded it, causing them to begin to chant in a slow rumble. It seemed it was up to you to decide who fought first.
Event
Any character without seafaring at or above novice level will gain the following condition.
Sea Sick (Minor): +10 to all DC thresholds
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[hp]100[/hp] [en]100[/en]
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100 HP
MAX HP
100 EN
MAX EN
Sea Sick (Minor): +10 to all DC thresholds
Roland sighed loudly as he saw the barge come into the harbor. He hated boats with a passion, and he just couldn't seem to shake off his sea sickness. Of course, the last time he had tried was before he had picked up alchemy. The thought of the skill caused Roland to involuntarily bring a flask to his lips. He may have been developing a problem, but at least he had a solution. The solution was more alcohol. After he finished off the bottle, Roland boarded the ship and quickly began to seek out the others. The five of them would make a fearsome team, even the youngest being quite competent in battle, though he wished he knew more about the archer.
"So," Roland said with a wide grin as they began to set off,
"This should be fun, am I right?"
Roland's bright smile fell to a frown once he heard the chatter around them, truly eyeing the other passengers for the first time. Sodom was known to be a hole in the wall city filly with all the scum and villainy one could throw, but the occupancy of the boat took it to an extreme. Roland was suddenly very happy most of the inventory was trapped behind a virtual wall that no one could steal off his person. His feeling of trepidation was soon overcome by the unease of his stomach, as the boat swelled back and forth. Feeling the contents of his dinner in his throat, Roland, ran to the side of the boat expelling it over the side.
Roland stood there for most of the journey taking various potions to no avail, it wasn't until the man in white appeared that he managed to push himself from the railing simply out of food to vomit. Listening very carefully to the man's words, and eyeing the sailors warily Roland remained silent for the time being. It wasn't until the whole production had stopped, being replaced by the low chant that Roland finally said anything else,
"I think I should fight first, to see what were up against." Wearily he shot a wink at Admiral, the truth was he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last before the sea sickness struck him again.
@Gwyn ap Herne @The Admiral @Alphabet Chocolate @Aaron Marone
(OOC: It would probably be best for this round for Roland to go first simply to demonstrate the battle mechanic. That said, for now let's do a full round of posts.)
