Congratulations You Have Beaten The Preliminaries

@Roland Rutledge has gained the following perks:

Lightning Quick: Once per match you can choose to have damage resolve for an enemy before taking damage yourself
Requirements: Defeat an enemy in one post

Observant (Novice): Increases the effectiveness of "Investigation Mode" in-between matches
Requirements: Gain the benefits of an extra modifier during a match

@The Admiral has gained the following perks:

Lightning Quick: Once per match you can choose to have damage resolve for an enemy before taking damage yourself
Requirements: Defeat an enemy in one post

Observant (Novice): Increases the effectiveness of "Investigation Mode" in-between matches
Requirements: Gain the benefits of an extra modifier during a match

@Gwyn ap Herne has gained the following perks:

Lightning Quick: Once per match you can choose to have damage resolve for an enemy before taking damage yourself
Requirements: Defeat an enemy in one post

Observant (Expert): Greatly increases the effectiveness of "Investigation Mode" in-between matches. Includes a chance to guess ways to prevent special events.
Requirements: Gain the benefits of an extra modifier during a match, and having hunting mastery

@Alphabet Chocolate has gained the following perks:

Determination (Novice): Gain a +10 passive modifier, ignore the effects of one mental status effect once per round
Requirements: ????

Lightning Quick: Once per match you can choose to have damage resolve for an enemy before taking damage yourself
Requirements: Defeat an enemy in one post

@Aaron Marone has gained the following perks:

Observant (Novice): Increases the effectiveness of "Investigation Mode" in-between matches
Requirements: Gain the benefits of an extra modifier during a match

Toughened: Ignore an additional 5 damage once per round
Requirements: Defeated the Draug with the highest DC



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The crowd cheered throughout the entire battle of the last zombie. The back and forth it had with the paladin had them on the balls of their feet. Some cheered for the zombie to kill the paladin, but a surprising number began to cheer for Aaron himself. When the zombie hit the wooden floor, the majority of the thieves and cut throats cheered as Aaron delivered his one liner. The only person who seemed largely unphased was the Man in White who merely watched the celebration around him for several moments until he began to clap slowly. Each time his hands stuck another the noise from the men settled down until the clapping, and the waves were the only things that could be heard. "Good job," he said with a small smile finally creeping up his lips, "It seems the lot of you won't be a giant waste of money, in fact, you're a reasonably sound investment. You won't win the tournament by any means, but you will make it far enough so I can bet against you effectively." The man cackled briefly before coughing and resuming to his typical bored looking demeanor, "Now then, you can call me Griswald. I will be your sponsor for the games. Without me, simply put, you cannot participate." Griswald looked up towards the horizon where you all could see a small mountain in the distance near the setting sun. "We should be there in about an hour when we arrive; I will show you to your chambers where you can rest for your first real match tomorrow." The man paused, "Any questions?"


((OOC: Resuming normal posting ))

 

A wince could be heard coming from the Admiral as Aaron stepped up to fight his own opponent which was an unreasonably large and grotesque assembly of rotten meat. She watched the fight takes place with only mild attention, opting instead to distract herself by unwrapping the scorched rope from her hammer. With her attention on that task, it was much less likely that she would throw up by looking at that... thing... that the man fought. From the sounds she picked up, it was going... par for course for the man. As though every blow he landed was one he was made to regret, and that he had truly drawn the shortest straw.

Yaaaaaaaaay for Aaron Marone?

When the fight had ended she raised her attention once more and grinned at the paladin as a way of saying "good job." She then put a hand up to her temple and her eyes glowed a soft pale grey, Investigation Mode trained on the man in white as he stepped up to speak once again. She wanted to learn every little thing she could about their so-called Sponsor before arriving on the island, and with a gentle nudge of her boot to @Gwyn ap Herne, prompted the huntress to do the same. She listened intently to the man's spiel and tried not to scoff at his arrogance and absurdity, instead keeping her face neutral and her stance calm. Normally she would probably try some sort of cutting quip at the oafish man, to knock him down a peg... or perhaps question him about the specifics of the tournament that they were going to. But if recent activities had taught her one thing, it was that when an arrogant piece of shit was in a position of even tangent authority and walked around like his dick was made of ten feet of solid gold, then the game had bullshitted up some stats to match.

Klanner Berserker was still a fresh wound to her memory, and she didn't need to deal with another game-breaking asshole that wasn't bound to the same rules as anybody else. Which, frankly, was the kind of vibe she got from the white clad shit heel. What sort of pretentious shit hired on a bunch of people to fight in a tourney for them as part of their team, then made them fight preliminaries on the barge on the way there? More importantly, what kind of asshole only brought FIVE coffins worth of undead to test people with? What were the rest of the crowd supposed to do, just wait until they reached shore and shuffle off? If he was trying to determine who the strongest of them was then he'd gotten off to a horrible start by not even appropriately challenging all of them. For all he knew, Roland was the strongest person here which... well facing facts? Roland. The man had bar tabs higher than his DPS, from what she'd seen of him lately.

So, no... there was no sensible reason to have conducted business this way. Forgetting of course the fact that she had been lead to believe the prize was some kind of damsel in need of saving. Is that what Griswald wanted, the girl? Well that just meant he was going to be the final boss fight in all of this, as a surprise twist, didn't it? At least that's what would happen in a typical story. That or he served something that wanted the girl, and would be empowered by some strange relic on his person that had been given to him by said greater being. That was why she kept the investigation mode on to try and find answers, and that was why she kept her mouth shut when normally she'd mouth off.

Then again, it was The Admiral.

"Question," she called from near the back of the crowd, her face serious as stone and her voice deadpan, as though literally nothing could be more important in the world.
"Did somebody shit in your mother's womb, or is there a different reason you're so god damned ugly? Also, what do you plan to do with all these cowardly bitches that don't have any coffins to fight. They your new harem, or eunuchs? Since I've effectively shown they have a sufficient lack of balls to serve as either."

She kept investigation mode toggled the whole time, to gauge any changes in the man.
"With all due respect... Piss-wald," she added as an afterthought.

 

Aaron listened to their sponsor's words. "So you plan on betting against us in the later rounds?" He mused, more to himself then the man. That meant there was a chance the man would blackmail them or something into failing on purpose if he thought it would be necessary, but it was all the more reason they needed to do well in this tournament, to make this bastard lose some money and hopefully with it some arrogance.

At The Admiral's words, though, Aaron gave a slight smile. "Is having an entire ship's crew for a harem really an insult? Though I agree, it does seem as if we are the only ones entering the tournament, or at least the only ones who have been tested to do so."

Realizing his health was the lowest of the group's, Aaron chanted briefly under his breath, casting a healing touch spell. It wouldn't do him much good, but it was certainly better than nothing. It did, however, take a bit of a toll in energy cost.

"Now, if you don't need us for anything else, I think rest until we arrive would be a good idea," Aaron said. "Likewise, I'd appreciate the group not being particularly separated. It's a trust issue."


OOC: gaining 14 ([4+3]*2) health at the cost of 10 energy.

 

Roland stood towards the back of the group, eyeing the businessman warily. It was hard not to trust a man's words when he outright tells you his plans to use you as pawns. It would likely make him predictable, in the fact that he would do exactly what he said he would do. Still, he couldn't help but feel trepidatious over the Griswald's confidence that they would lose this tournament. All but Aaron had quickly dispatched his little monsters with relative ease, showing the full might of their abilities as they did so. The man still deemed them incapable of winning. It didn't make sense, what kind of monsters did this tournament hold? Roland's line of thought was offset by Admirals barrage of insults causing him to sigh in exasperation. Admiral hadn't always been so.... agitated, Roland wondered what had happened to her to change so drastically. He missed the old, poorly playing lute bastard she used to be. With a sigh reached into his belt pulling a flask to his lips and taking a long drag of the substance. He should probably be finding out more information about the missing noble girl, but something told him they'd find out soon enough.

Instead, he left the conversation to return to the edge of the barge and look out on the ocean. His sea sickness was slowly returning, and he had once heard staring at the horizon helped keep your lunch down or in Roland's case his liquor. His mind began to wander, recounting the matches before now. Admiral seemed to be as deadly as always with a blunt instrument, making Roland wonder if she had held back using a second. Alphabet had been quite capable in her right even if he didn't fully understand how her magic worked. Gwyn, was an interesting character, using her snake and bow. Roland silently wondered if the giant reptile would be allowed in the games, and Aaron was efficient as ever. There was nothing to complain about....and yet Roland only felt empty...

 

Griswald nodded at Aaron's words, "Yes, but not until then, in the meantime, I will have some of my spies procure information regarding your upcoming matches. The other's will be cheating, so any edge you can get will be....necessary." As he spoke The Admiral observed him using her investigation ability, quickly noting his level was nowhere near her own. Additionally, she saw, he carried a small dagger at his waist adorned with an ornate hilt, as well as a large bag of what was presumably gold hanging on a belt in the open. The first was likely more for fashion than practicality, and the second spoke wonders of his trust of others on this boat.

The sound of the men scattering about the ship didn't seem to so much as slow down as Admiral berated Griswald, and he, in turn, appeared to be hardly affected by the verbal lashing. When she was done, there was only a hint of a smile forming towards the edge of his lips. "Oh, my sweet summer child. No man in their right minds would enter this tournament without dire reason to do so. I'll not ask your lots ideas because frankly, I don't care, but rest assured on this boat the only members seeking to join the tournament instead of watching it, are you and your friends here." He leaned in closely dropping the volume of his words to barely a whisper before adding, "And in case you're not yet aware, the entry to and survival of your team during the tournament greatly relies on me proactively working to keep your best interests in mind. It would be best not to try to piss me off, after all, you're rather piss poor at it." With that Griswald stood up with a groan, "Right, right, rest all you want. Scatter, don't. I don't care just be ready to disembark when we get there. I for one, want a full nights rest."

The barge slowly sailed to the island on the horizon with the setting sun, arriving shortly after night had fallen. Upon approach, it became clear that there was a large building almost the size of a city built directly into the face of a mountain. The only structure leading to the building was the four large docks, at which the barge promptly floated towards. Once within range, the sailors jumped into action pulling and securing the barge to one of the wooden structures before producing a small walkway that allowed access to the dock itself. Sure to his word Griswald was one of the first passengers to disembark, heading towards the only path available, he stopped briefly enough to yell, "Well come on, I'll show you to your quarters."

If it hadn't been clear before, all of you noticed the man's arthritic wobble of a walk setting a meandering pace that allowed each of you plenty of time to see Skull Island as you walked towards the large gates that blocked the entrance to the mountainside building. The island was not unlike most in the area, tropical, with palm trees and sand scattered throughout, if any you had to guess you'd assume the mountain is likely volcanic. Far more interesting was the steady stream of people that surrounded you, like the boat it seemed the majority of those who had come were the dredges of society. Most were marked with tattoos of prison sentences, and scars from any number of reasons. Still, there were a surprising number of other civilians including merchants lining the sides of the docks trying to unload a meager set of goods.

Above all else who stood out the most was the variety of armed guards throughout the vicinity. Each of them didn't seem to be a pirate or thief, but rather carried similar armaments to one another and moved in an trained fashion. It was Griswald who spoke up about them once he noticed one of you investigating their equipment, "They're the Talon Mercenary Company." He said as if that was explanation enough until he saw the confused look on your faces, "They are a private army, best of the best, bought specifically for guarding this venue. No one was willing to risk The Succession from being attacked by outside forces." The old man waved his hand as if explaining tired him, refocusing on the task of merely moving forward.

Once the group had entered the building they found themselves in a maze of winding catacomb-like structures of which somehow Griswald seemingly knew his way around. After several minutes of walking through the dimly light corridors, the old man stopped at a large wooden door pushing it inward to reveal a rather spacious living area with five beds, a table filled with food, as well as a door that led to a communal bath. He nodded towards your group, "Be ready by sunrise, I'll send someone to fetch you. You're scheduled to fight second." With that, he disappeared with surprising quickness leaving you to your accommodations for the time being.

(OOC: Everyone can feel free to post once regarding the short journey ect I'll be resuming the Tournament late Sunday night)

 

Gwyn winced as Aaron's mighty enemy was revealed, hissing a breath in between her teeth and calling out a quick, "Good luck." It went better than she expected, however. The paladin was strong and clever enough to bring the massive thing down. Determination on out with enough sword slices to make his point. Aaron certainly seemed to be resilient enough to the situation to crack jokes as he worked his magic. Gwyn had to look away toward the latter half of the fight. The sea sickness, the repulsive creature, and the even more repulsive tearing apart of said repulsive creature did not go well together. At least she hadn't thrown up yet.

With the fights drawn to a close, the huntress crouched down to check over her companion's coils to see how badly injured it was. Nathair's health wasn't any worse off that her own, despite the shriek of their enemy and the crushing damage it had dealt before the anaconda's grip had won out. It would be fine, just as she would. She didn't bother looking up as The Admiral bitched at their benefactor, only glanced over her shoulder at the man in white as he returned with his own bitching. This quest of theirs was already shaping up into quite the shit show, but at least it wouldn't be boring. In fact, she was certain it would be a challenge. If Gwyn loved anything, it was that. For now there was little to do for it save rest up and recover so that when they fought they would be at their best. If they were the only ones on the ship joining the fights, the rest only a crew to man it or headed there for entertainment or work, then she had no concerns. While Griswald might be beyond them, the other NPCs were no threat to her. Nathair and her would take up their hunt in the games.

When they did arrived, they were ushered after the man and toward their... quarters? It wasn't going to be much a quick mission then was it. She didn't care for the man's explanation considering how meager it was. Protection the venue from what, beyond the entire population of criminals? What outside force gave a rat's ass? Well, probably Falderen. The nation probably didn't care for the population of thieves, murderers, pirates, and their various other walks of nefarious kin. The Succession? A place in Sodom, the event, something of The Skulls? She waved it off, unconcerned. There were a lot of people present and though many were lower leveled NPCs and civilians, there were still those that weren't. She didn't want to end up with a dagger in her back because she looked away for a moment thinking someone or something harmless. Underestimation and all the pitfalls that came with it, after all.

They arrived at their destination and were left to their own devices. Gwyn scanned the room casually as the man left. She didn't go so far as to check under the beds, but there was definitely a moment of a measuring gaze on the look out for dangers. Hard to rest easy in a den of undesirables. "Well, this sure is a five star hotel. You get any better on Astor's payroll or does it feel just like home?" She teased as she moved toward one of the farthest beds from the entrance to the room and the entrance to the bathing area they'd been informed of. A short and simple whistle gave Nathair the order to stand down, the serpent relaxing only slightly given the unfamiliar territory and the nerves it could sense radiating off its tamer. So she was a little paranoid? She had reason enough to be in her opinion and her opinion was presently the only one that matter to her. The anaconda moved sluggishly across the floor and curled beneath the shadow of her claimed bed, its body too massive to entirely fit under it comfortably. She'd have laughed if she hadn't been busy setting to work cleaning and checking over her armor and weapons. It was going to a rough run, she could feel it already.

 

After what seemed a cliche they finally arrived on the island and Griswald showed them around in his slow and meandering tour. He had taken her jibbing in good stride, which was more than she could say about the way he strode now... limping and wobbling. If she wasn't so fixated on spying the competition, she might have been impatient with how slowly he was moving. But instead she kept her attention focused on those that roamed about, wondering how many contestants were going to try to kill one another before the tournament really began. After all, nobody had read them any rules saying you couldn't try to off a team BEFORE the fights. It was a danger she'd have to be on guard for...

Their benefactor showed them to the place they would be staying and she cheered up immediately at the mention of a bath. Not because she wanted one; because Alphabet and Marone had BOTH gotten totally covered in the gore of their fights and were in need of some god damned hygiene.
"Alpha, go take a bath. Aaron, you're up after the kid. Both of reek to high hell and I'd rather not have to put up with it the whole night. Roland! ...If there's a minibar, stay away from it."

Crossing to the windows, she shut and barred each one so that anyone wishing to break in would have to chop through the heavy solid covers that served as shutter. She waited for Griswald to take his leave before closing the door as well, which sadly had no bar. Instead, she shoved her own bed up against it to serve as a lock.
After doing so the Admiral pulled off her boots and stripped out of her armor. Down to trousers and a tunic, she crossed the room to a dresser and lay across the top of that. Off of the cold floor, but not risking a bed that made Motel Six look safe by comparison. She kept her two hammers at the ground by the dresser, within easy reach. Roland's thoughts had been correct earlier; she had been holding back during her fight with the draugr, and used only one of the weapons at her disposal. Of course there would be no holding back in the tourney itself; she planned to win it.

 

"I think you'll find as the rounds progress that betting against us will cost you far more than it gains you. You're already paying to sponsor us. Stick with us the whole time," Aaron said to Griswald. "But then again, your money, your right to use it however you want."

Aaron toned out for the walk to where they would be staying. He stood tall, with his back straight and his shoulders set. Anyone looking at him would definitely see that he was a paladin, or at least something close to it. He wasn't keen on the idea of devoting himself to only one of the Elysid. But from all that he had heard, that was a crucial part of being a paladin, devoting himself to only one of the gods. Could he not worship the Court as a whole?

When they made their way into the room, Aaron looked around as well. He grinned when The Admiral said he needed a bath. "Well, the bath is a communal one. We could have minors go first, followed by everyone else? You honestly going to tell me that ABC and I are the only two who need baths?" he asked.

Whatever it was that was decided for the cleaning process, when Aaron was finished he walked into the room with his armor and weaponry all unequipped. Instead, he was wearing black pants and a white shirt. He examined the five beds with a frown. They weren't exactly the best beds in the world. They didn't look too uncomfortable. But cleanliness... he cleared his throat and began to chant. The whole room lit up with a soft glow. "A cleanse spell," he explained. "Removing anything that would negatively effect us from the beds. Though... sadly it doesn't also clean them..." he frowned.

After a few moments, Aaron sat down on the closest bed. "We should take turns on guard. I can take the first shift, if no one else would like to." For a while, he was silent, but it would be obvious there was more he wanted to say as he kept contorting his face, opening his mouth and then closing it, and sighing. "Did everyone fight their opponent full strength, or did you hold back?" he asked finally. "I noticed you only used one hammer, Admiral, rather than your usual two. As for myself, I used my old sword and shield. I got a new set a while back, and haven't touched them yet. You all might be the first to see me do so," he said.

 

Roland yawned as he followed the man, the sea sickness always took a lot out of him, leaving him groggy and irritable for the remainder of the day. He was quite happy to learn they would be resting the night at whatever this place was that they were headed towards. The port was what he would expect given the crew they had travelled with, "From filth to more filth..." Moving his gaze from the scum of the kingdom he focused on the guards prompting the spiel from Griswald, "The Talon company, huh?" Roland said musing at the idea of a PMC in the game. Now that was something he could get behind, Yulan's goals were a little bit too far reaching for Roland's taste after all. Still, in the back of his mind, he was slightly saddened by sight, any hope of kidnapping the princess and taking off was slowly dwindling away. Even if they managed to find her, make it through the guards, and get to the docks, they'd have to abscond with a vessel as well. It just didn't seem possible at the moment.

Roland remained quiet the rest of the trip through the city-sized building as he tried to memorize the buildings layout and features. As near as he could tell, the designer hadn't expected the building to become this large and continually added more and more sections as required. It made the entire thing seem quite... chaotic... and confusing. Shaking his head, Roland entered the room immediately throwing himself on a bed and replying to Gwyn, "Payroll? Tha man has us paying him, and I haven't seen a dime of it back." Roland laid there for a moment intending to fall asleep. However, at Admiral's comment, he spun around producing a small flask and replying, "No need!" before downing its contents in a single gulp. With his empty stomach, the alchol hit him quickly, Aaron's words became a dull buzz as he fell into blackness.

 

Alpha pouted at the prospect of a bath but got to it. Even she, in all her messy glory, felt ill when she was coated in an uneven layer of guts and blood of an undead tentacle monster. "Fine," she whined, crossing her arms as she stepped into the rusted bathroom and, with a disgusted twist of the shower valve, waited for the bronze-colored gunk to drip out and for the hot water to kick in. Apparently Aaron's shower before her hadn't rinsed off the grime in the admittedly spacious room (space, however, didn't equate to cleanliness as the dirtied bed sheets had shown).

After the quick bath, with her pores refreshed from the slightly cold water, she stepped out with her hair still dripping wet and her clothes sticking to her body. Without much warning, she stumbled onto her own selected bed and plopped down, face-first, with exhaustion. "I wanna eat potato fries," she groaned, mumbling unintelligibly in her pillow as she felt her mind grow blurry. Despite appearances, the sheets weren't too uncomfortable to lay down upon. And then she went into a comfortable rest, dreaming of potato fries with a glowing red fragment snuggled close to her body.

 

Tournament of Skulls

Round One: Match One
Theme Song

The group would rest as well as they could in their lavish quarters before a knock came from the door early in the morning. A moment later, after the door had been unbarred by random furniture, Griswald sauntered in with his usual limp. Though he looked half awake, the right side of his lips was turned into a smile which marked the highest level of enthusiasm you had seen in the man thus far. "Good news," he said sitting down in an extra chair, "I managed to bribe our way to a favorable matchup, and my spies have done well to collect a good amount of dirt on them." As the older man spoke, he produced a small scroll which he unfurled on the small table before him.

The scroll itself contained a series of names followed by a brief description, of which Griswald began to read out loud, "Ahem, Team Jisan Hell's Fork, horrible team name, by the way, has five members of which none are a large threat. We have tried to list their names regarding perceived strength. First off is Lothair Luxford, whose skills with the ax are top rate, but doesn't have the spine actually to compete, he was added in last-minute to fill the roster. Second is, Lester Sinclair a Malephicer who was picked up at a black magic bargain store, not sure what he's capable of, some say necromancy. The third is, Ogden Gotthold whose size and strength are equal to ten men, he has a literal Achilles Heel though, simply swipe with a blade and he will crumble. The last two are the issue, Handa Koetsu, and Hadrian Spooner. Handa uses a turtles shell as a shield and spear to deflect all incoming blows, swords, spears, and daggers are worthless against him. Hadrian wields two spears of his own expertly; the real threat is his dogs which have been allowed to fight by his side. He uses fear and intimidation to control them with brutal efficiency." Griswald paused, looking towards Gwyn, "I'd move to have animals ruled against, but it seems there is a preexisting rule allowing up to three 'pets' man-sized or smaller into the ring. I've bribed the officials to consider yours 'man-sized,' you can thank me by winning." The way the man worded pet was strange, but he failed to elaborate.

Griswald cleared his throat standing up from the table moving towards the door before pausing, "I should mention the rules I suppose...." turning he faced the group, "Matches are best of five, but they don't end after clinching the victory or defeat. Losers are... motivated... to win at least one round otherwise they will be sold into slave labor or worse. Refusing to fight them allows their team to win by default." Griswald let out a long sigh as he continued with what he apparently thought were the more boring details, "To win a match, your opponent has to either be knocked out of the ring, killed, or otherwise incapacitated. While there is already a rule against it, don't give anyone mercy, often combatants of losing teams find their ways onto new teams if they live." With that Griswald snorted and headed towards the door. "Your match is second if you hurry you can see the first."


((At this point I am opening the megathread I spoke of earlier, you can find it here: Tournament of Skulls Sideline/Audience. It is not required reading, but it will be where people should chat at, during the rounds. ))
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After you were prepared enough, the group of you eventually found yourself at the site of the tournament itself. It had seemed the entire affair was reminiscent of the ancient Roman coliseum with a large white tile arena surrounded by a seemingly endless series of bleachers. The arena itself had been located within the mountain, the top of which had been cut out and replaced with an illusion spell that broadcast the events on stage as they happened. Each of you headed towards your side of the ring, while a Felis announcer began to introduce you.



"Annnnnnnd next we have Team Griswald's Pawns!" she said flinging a hand in your direction before turning to the opposite side, "Versus! Team Jisan Hell's Fork. Now would one combatant of each team please step forward!~" Without missing a beat, a man with an ax immediately rushed forward with a loud laugh, "Are you kidding me? Two girls and a kid! I thought this tournament was going to be easy!" Brushing his long hair back he pointed his weapon directly at alpha, "Let's go, kid! Show me what you got!"

Your Next Opponent Awaits a Challenger!

Difficulty Class Threshold - 400

Name: Lothair Luxford
Race: Human
Types of Attacks: Slash (axe), Bash (axe), Frenzied Attack
Damage Dice: 2d20+10
Mastery Modifiers: None
Extra Modifiers: None
Special Events: Special Event Occurs after two posts (At this point wait for more information)
Perception Hints:

Hidden: The Admiral's Observation

The man's ax quivers in the air as he points it towards the child. He will be extremely prone to attempts to make him fear for his life. ((OOC: for this one time I will explain what this means. In the future, it will be up to you to decide how to react. For this event, if the RP involves trying to scare/intimidate Lothair passive extra modifiers will be added during the Special Event)

Hidden: Post Coding

Code:

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[spoiler=Conditions]
[b2]Status Effect name:[/b2] If any otherwise this can be deleted
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Hidden: Battle Calculation Cheat Sheet

• +5 for every mastery above beginner, +10 for expert and higher
• Each mastery can only be used once per post
• -5 EN for every mastery used per post
• Skills or special attacks cost an extra 5 EN and can be used one per post
• Special attacks multiply the used modifier by two. (can only affect one mastery)
• Every armor piece subtracts the amount of damage you take each round
• Poor quality: -2, Common -3, Uncommon -4
• Armor mastery cannot be used to attack. However, it can be used to reduce damage further (Only one type of armor mastery can be used in any round)
• Trained: -1, Proficient: -2, Adept: -3, Master: -4
• Using weapons allows you to add the quality tier of the weapons to your attack.
• Poor quality: +5, Common +10, Uncommon +15
• Damage to the player is resolved before the damage to the monster. (Unless this would result in the death of both, in which case, the player survives with 1% Health, and the monster dies)
• You can use an appropriate skill to heal yourself during intermissions and after rounds
• Healing Roll: 1d20 + 1 for every level of mastery beyond beginner

Everyone starts this round with full health and energy.

((OOC: You may each post once for the intermission. Someone may step into the ring voluntarily and interrupt this launching into battle. Likewise, someone can volunteer and post again after everyone else has posted. If no one volunteers, someone will be selected at random. If combat takes more than one round, you can/should post multiple times in a row until either you or the creature is dead. I highlighted a change in the battle calculation cheat sheet))

 

94 HP

MAX HP

70 EN

MAX EN

Hidden: Perks

Determination (Novice): Gain a +10 passive modifier, ignore the effects of one mental status effect once per round
Requirements: ????

Lightning Quick: Once per match you can choose to have damage resolve for an enemy before taking damage yourself
Requirements: Defeat an enemy in one post

Alpha grinned as the man challenged her, her bangs shadowing her eyes as a wolfish, toothy grin placed itself on her face. She stretched a bit before cracking her neck in a supposed-to-be-threatening manner albeit with the opposite effect considering her stature, appearance, and bunny slippers. "You foolish mortal dare challenge me?! The Dark Lord Alphabet Chocolate?!" she hammed it up as much as possible, striking a pose with her head held high and her blade pointed to the air. She lived and thrived in drama and she was ready to be every bit as evil as feasibly possible. She hopped into the ring of the arena, bouncing in excitement at the prospect of a strong battle against the man with the ax. Strangely enough, his hairstyle was reminiscent of Roland (a thought she couldn't get out of her mind). "Let us fight, Rudolf-wannabe! For I, Alpha, will—" she was cut off with a bout of hysterical giggles, falling to the floor while clutching her stomach in the hilarity of the situation. Her guard was down as she continued to laugh as wicked as possible. She wiped a tear from her eye. "Okay, okay," she tried to calm herself but the blonde-haired man already made his move and charged towards her. Her eyes widened as she narrowly dodged the attack, a cut opening at her arm. She frowned and pouted.

"Ow, you butthead!" she blew him a raspberry and pulled down the bottom of her eye with a finger, mocking him. The arrogant man, however, merely grinned. "See? You're way too easy, kid!" and he launched for another attack. Alpha squinted her eyes as she phased out of sight; one second there and the other simply gone. Lothair stopped his attack, bewildered at the vanishing act that Alpha pulled before he felt something chew on his leg. Five rats with particularly big nibblers. A shadow was cast upon them as he looked up, only to see Alpha's blade ready to stab him. He tried to dodge but his feet were rooted to the ground by Alpha's naturamancy, the plants that had grown in between the cracks of the arena had erupted and captured his feet. All he could do was raise his arm up to defend his upper body as the blade went through flesh.

Alpha grinned as she jumped back and Lothair managed to free himself from his earthen entrapment as she landed gracefully. "Haha, awesome job butthead!"

Attack =
22 (base roll) + 10 (perk) + 10 (weapon) + 40 (rogue & special skill) + 20 (naturamancy) + 20 (beast-taming) + 20 (1-H Pierce) = 142

Damage = 6
17 (roll) + 10 (bonus) - 21 (armor & mastery) = 6

Energy Cost =
5 (light armor mastery) + 10 (rogue & special skill) + 5 (naturamancy) + 5 (beast-taming) + 5 (1-H Pierce) = 30

ALPHA:
Tournament of Skulls Dice Rolling Thread

ENEMY:
Tournament of Skulls Dice Rolling Thread

142/400​

 

75 HP

MAX HP

45 EN

MAX EN

Hidden: Perks

Determination (Novice): Gain a +10 passive modifier, ignore the effects of one mental status effect once per round
Requirements: ????

Lightning Quick: Once per match you can choose to have damage resolve for an enemy before taking damage yourself
Requirements: Defeat an enemy in one post

"Not bad but you're already exhausted; you're not going to defeat me, kid!" Alpha grinned as Lothair charged forward, ax above his head and ready to slash down at the enemy. But Alpha didn't budge a single inch, opening her arms wide as if welcoming an embrace rather than the slashing of a heavy blade. The blonde grew irritated at this display, a vein popping on his forehead. "Hah, let's see how a brat like you can handle this!" he brought it down and Alpha jumped back a small distance, making sure the wound wasn't too deep. She gasped, sweat dripping down and heart pounding at a thousand beats per minute. Regardless of the flash of pain and the mix of fear and adrenaline that had coursed through her veins as the man charged, she found herself laughing hysterically. Lothair looked confused and the slightest bit freaked-out at the abnormal reaction to bodily injury. And then he suddenly noticed the sharp pain in his gut, twisted and bleeding out. He dropped to a knee, surprised and a bit furious at the conniving girl. Alpha, despite her obvious wound, looked around the audience and bowed before waving to her teammates a bit away.

As the man got back on his feet with a wheeze and cough, heavily injured by the last blow, he realized what must've happened. As he had charged with the rats nibbling on his heel, the kid must've used that moment to thrust her dagger up into his stomach and through his armor with that bit of green magic. He groaned. "You're gonna pay for that, brat!" he gritted out with a vicious smile. Alpha simply stuck her tongue out and taunted him a bit further. "Fight me!" she hurled the insult despite her obvious exhaustion. She was both determined to end this fight and knew that she would come out victorious in the end. "I will eat you until there's nothing left except that thingy in your body that makes cooties!" she declared, coming up with the most horrible threat she could think of. "And then I'm gonna find someone that'll infect you with cooties so your body is gonna be so ugly that even your mommy will say that it's super gross and stuff!"

Attack =
83 (base roll) + 10 (perk) + 10 (weapon) + 40 (rogue & special skill) + 20 (naturamancy) + 20 (beast-taming) + 20 (1-H Pierce) = 203

Damage = 6
26 (roll) + 10 (bonus) - 17 (armor) = 19

Energy Cost =
10 (rogue & special skill) + 5 (naturamancy) + 5 (beast-taming) + 5 (1-H Pierce) = 25

ALPHA:
Tournament of Skulls Dice Rolling Thread

ENEMY:
Tournament of Skulls Dice Rolling Thread

345/400
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@Theorigin special event? ;3

 

Lothair was shaking visibly under the weight of the situation. "How-" he exclaimed eyes going wide in panic, "How can a little kid be this...good!" The more he fought Alpha, the less and less confident of his abilities he became. Soon shivers of fear infected his entire axe arm causing it to quiver in his hand. "I-I- I WON'T LOSE!" Recklessly Lothair ran forward flinging his blade around in a mad manner trying to hit the roguish girl.

Special Event!

Enemy is now Frenzied/Shaken

Name: Lothair Luxford
Race: Human
Types of Attacks: Slash (axe), Bash (axe), Frenzied Attack
Damage Dice: 2d20+10+10(For Frenzy)
Mastery Modifiers: None
Extra Modifiers: Everything is more effective; Take the final result and multiply it by two.
Special Events: A new Special Event occurs after two posts (At this point wait for more information)

Hidden: Post Coding

Code:

[hp]100[/hp] [en]100[/en]
[spoiler=Conditions]
[b2]Status Effect name:[/b2] If any otherwise this can be deleted
[spoiler=Perks]
Place perks here
[/spoiler]

((OOC: Characters have an option for how they end a fight. Griswald said that if the opponent is knocked out of bounds or is otherwise incapacitated their lives could technically be spared, however, he also suggested that whomever you don't deal with today will likely be seen again))