Tournament of Skill [Treasure Goblin] | Page 4

Put Out Fire

Ashnor just stared for a while as he watched the masses run up to the burning penguin, and start hugging the thing. Thinking through his life decisions, he shakes his head and draws his Warhammer back from across his back. Now, Ashnor was going to be the only sane person of the bunch, and actually attempt to put out the fire without risking his own self.

Stepping up to the burning penguin, and avoiding the dog pile of people as best he can, Ashnor starts wildly hitting the penguin, trying his best - which isn't much - to put out the penguin. While it helps a little bit, Ashnor's attempts do little to stop the fire.

Roll
13 + 25 = 38
Fire's Health: 486/1500 HP​

 

Put Out Fire​

Janet stared absolutely agape as the penguin soared into the air, fireworks bursting from its body. Was this part of the show? She’d been busy ruminating over her own subpar performance when the unexpected had occurred. Now, the object of the tournament was in danger of burning to a crisp, and taking the whole circus tent with it. Think, think. Something to put out the flames. A memory rose in the teenager’s mind of a huge, moss-covered boulder that she and her brothers had used to play on in the woods near the farm. Even in the dead of summer, it had been cool and plush to the touch.

The girl shifted her skirts and knelt, touching one hand to the ground and closing her eyes. Moss, she willed.

When she opened her eyes again, at first it looked like the naturamancy had failed. She’d half-expected the entire circus tent to be covered with the same lush, verdant covering she’d been imagining. It took her a moment of looking around in disappointment before she realized a medium-sized circle of emerald-green had still appeared directly underneath the struggling pile of bodies. Those unfortunate enough to be on the bottom might find themselves now pleasantly supported on a new mattress of springy foliage, which had grown over the top of Prinny as well. Alas, the flames seared on. The moss shriveled, turning brown and crackly as the fire licked hungrily at the living matter.​

Roll
32 + 5 = 37
Fire's Health: 449/1500 HP​

 

Hug Prinny​

As the fire burned, Alkaid only hugged tighter. More help with the hugs, yay! Oh wait, Freja, no!

Alkaid turned, mouth agape. Now, she wasn't going to accuse Freja of not washing her hands, especially not in a medieval fantasy type game, but the brewer likely had some leftover traces on alcohol on her. Maybe not enough to actually make things worse, but certainly enough to have some painful effects on herself.

Thankfully, however, the woman appeared to be mostly okay. A sigh escape her lips, right up until a warhammer went flying about overhead.

She was about turn around and give a light punch to the familiar wielder, right up until she finally noticed @Destiny Divebird's elbow digging into her back.

"Wha—?! Oh come on! Get with the program, Ashnor! Clearly this isn't an event to kill the Prinny! We just have to show him that a life of being an underpaid, abused employee with almost no benefits is worth living for! That if you have love, you don't have to implode! Just like in the real world!"

Roll
162
Fire's Health: 287/1500 HP​

 

Hug Prinny

Cel had to be honest with herself... this kinda hurt. Actually, it very much hurt. Fire was painful. A fairly obvious statement that was often overlooked when cuddling eight-foot penguins... granted this was her first time, but she pictured details getting lost in any situation involving an eight-foot penguin.

"Do not you tell me not to do a cuddle of the mega penguin bird!" Celestine called out to @Destiny Divebird in defiance of her silly 'common sense.' Luckily, nonsense won out in the end, and she joined the ranks of the penguin cuddlers. "There you go! Do a feel of our great and cuddly love, Prinny~! It will do you a dousing of the burn pains!"

With that said, she kept on squeezing. Fighting back the pain which seemed to diminish along with the flames that were getting smothered out.

Roll
22+75 = 97
Fire's Health: 190/1500 HP​

 

Hug Prinny

his was only getting weirder by the second. Elbows were flying, hammers where whirling through the air, and still they were cuddling a flaming stuffed penguin named Prinny who for some reason wanted to be an eagle. Eryl supposed if she was on fire she'd want to be an eagle too.


A few more of the overly-zealous huggers came in, all but trampling Eryl underfoot. She felt herself get smooshed under someone's metal boot, faceplanting her into the mud. Her crimson strands were tainted with mud by the flurry of love that pressed her into the mire.


Ow. She could feel their cleated soles digging into her back, it was almost as embarrassing as it was painful. A wiser person would have asked themselves for a second why they were getting trampled for wanting to hug a plush toy. But that wasn’t the point for now.


Eryl shoved herself clear of the boot and rose to her feet, clearing off some of the mud from her face. She grabbed Prinny in an Aondaconda-like squeeze, putting her back into it. She went down, down, down into a burning ring of fire, and the flames grew even higher. “Get better ya freak of nature damn it. How long can in take for you to just get better?”




Roll Here
109
Fire's Health: 81/1500 HP​

 

Hug Prinny​

Okay, that was going to sting for the next few days. Of course it would. Was there anything else to expect from hugging a spontaneously combusting bird?

Freja must have been feeling bolder than her imbibed wont, because as soon as she got the flames of her clothes, she dove right back in—not just hugging the Prinny, but glomping it. Though a gap in the dogpile the rest of the group was forming. At first, little changed—or rather, as expected, a more intense hug brought a more intense wave of heat and fire to swathe over her. Freja sucked in what air she could through clenched teeth, though, trying not to scream.

“C’mon—Pringer X! Keep it together! I know it’s tough—I can see it in your eyes! All these beatings . . . all those painful years of Prinny tossing . . . you’ve closed your heart off to everyone around you! But! We’re all here to tell you that your life is just beginning! You just gotta keep hangin’ in there—keep stayin’ strong—even—THROUGH THE FIIIIRE!!”

Was she seriously giving lame life advice to an exploding penguin zombie doll? Yes. Yes she was. Her psychiatry professor would probably want her hanged for this.

And yet, against all sanity, the fire sputtered one last big blaze, and just as quickly to dimmed, leaving behind harmless embers. Freja blinked. “Wait. That seriously worked?” She pulled herself out of the squirming mass of bodies, still clinging on to the Prinny. She whispered, incredulously, “Seriously?”

She shook her head, whirled around, face beaming and holding the Prinny with arms outstretched to the rest of the crowd to see. “We did it! That's the power of love and peace, baby!”

Roll
170
Fire's Health: -89/1500 HP​

 

Spectator

“Why is everyone talkin’ to me?” Des complained, adjusting her position on the pile of living bodies. She was supposed to be laying low, building up some halfway decent reputation, exploring the world. How did she end up in a circus with a bunch of game acquaintances laying on top of a stuffed, flaming penguin? “Mm! Sorry ‘bout that,” she grunted, awkwardly trying to shift her elbow from @Alkaid Zexis ‘s back. Her arm slipped and she crashed down in a head-first faceplant between two bodies instead. Reeling, she swore she could feel her brain ricochet off the inside of her skull, which was sayin’ something since she’d literally just turned off her pain setting. “Holy hell. Is this thing done yet?!”

She felt her hand slip past clothes and armor as she groped some other poor soul while trying to pull herself back to the top of the pile and away from the burning “mega penguin.” The heat from that conflagration (guess where she’d learned that fancy word!) got pretty nasty so close to the source and she figured it was about time to make her daring escape. Even as she struggled, she heard cries of victory as the blaze was, at last, extinguished. “Jesus christ. This was a—bad plan—” Destiny finally breached for air, extricating herself from the triumphant heroes.

 

Special Event Has Ended

Hidden: Rules

OOC Rules

• This is a monthly event where you can earn jewels, which you can use in the jewel shop (Comming Soon)!
• Replies must be more than 100 words, but less than 500.
• You must roleplay your answer out in character.
• Only one post per character per cycle.
• There will be three rounds, and one winner per round.
• You are welcome to just spectate, and not make an attempt.
• Staff members are not allowed to make an attempt.
• Each round will last at least 24 hours.
• This event is just for fun and is considered non-dangerous.

Attempt Mechanics

• Everyone's score will be determined by rolling 1d100, and adding any modifiers.
• You are aiming for a score of 100 (this is the location of the bullseye)
• Only one mastery may be used per post, but it must be roleplayed in a way that makes sense
• Add 5 per mastery tier excluding beginner (mastered get +10)
  
• Optionally you can also add 5 per weapon/tool tier (excluding junk)
• You may not edit out using a specific mastery or tool after the fact.
• During each round the player with a final number closest to 100 wins.
• Rolling a natural 1, 33, 77, or 100 will trigger a special event
• These mechanics may change during later rounds.

One by one the group of contestants gather, each hugging the stuffed penguin with all their might (while one hit it with a hammer). Slowly but surely the flames eventually were snuffed out, leaving a now badly scorched penguin in the middle of the arena.

"How about that folks! It seems our Prinny lives! Isn't that exciting! Well, what are you waiting for, lets give it another whack!"

Hidden: Launch Attempt

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[CENTER][loc]Prinny Launch Attempt[/loc][/CENTER]

Post here


[CENTER][dice]1d100[/dice] + [Name of mastery used/modifier] + [weapon/magical tool modifier][/CENTER]

Hidden: Spectator

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[CENTER][loc]Spectator[/loc][/CENTER]

Post here

Round 2 has been extended for another 24 hours
If you have not done a Prinny launch for Round 2, you may do so now.
There are now only special events on natural rolls of 77, 100

1/3 Reward Claimed

*For the sake of clarity, this event is just for fun and is considered non-dangerous, characters will not be seriously hurt, much less killed.*​

 

DM Ruling

Due to the confusion of the fire, anyone who -wants- too can attempt to launch Prinny one more time. Doing so will overwrite your previous attempt.​

 

Prinny Launch Attempt (Again, Post Pyre)

Taking advantage of the confusion of the post-pyre panic, Temperance pulled out her magical tool and conjured forth some white magic, using it to create a bubble of power around the Prinny and hurl it at a target. No way, no how, was she going to pass on the chance to fling the thing again, and win more fabulous prizes.

How'd that saying go? A bird in the bush was worth glitters and gold... or...? Fuck it. Throw the thing.

She glanced at Freja nearby, who had helped to put the flames out by letting the prinny motorboat her for all intents and purposes. Apparently they now had tentative plans to go trolling for trouble some time in the future.
"It's a date," she said, then turned to see how well her aim was as she sent the bird flying.

Thrown die:

64

+ [White Magic / +35] + [Oak Staff / +25]​

 

Prinny Launch Attempt

Celestine continued to cling as long as possible before finally releasing the penguin. She had a few rough spots that could use a healer to patch up, but otherwise, she was fine. If anything, she looked in better shape than Prinny did. Poor thing, getting beat up with all these tools and things.

"The price of becoming the eagle bird is a scary payment..." Cel commented, glancing over the many dents and burnt patches Prinny had been inflicted with. “I am thinking I will do a stay here on the ground as the land person.”

Celestine anxiously awaited her next turn for a brief moment before realizing something: everyone seemed to have completely broken their focus on the event. Hmm…. perfect opportunity. Whistling a completely conspicuous little ‘don’t pay attention to me’ tune, she slipped back up to the platform as a few hired hands set Prinny back in his place.

“Okay, Prinny! Now that I have done a showing of my love to you, the hearts of us have done a connect, and you will do a perfect fly like the eagle bird! We shall do a soar as the one person, and the wind of mine will do your wing a guidance!”

This time, without taking out her fancy book, Celestine wandered up to Prinny and placed her bare hand on the penguin, chanting the same spell as before. The wind around her compressed around her hand, blowing dust about until - finally - it blasted out from her hand, launching Prinny towards the goal.

Thrown die:

98

+ [25 for Expert Aero]​

 

Spectator

Iván was disappointed with his second attempt at the game within the game. He had high hopes for winning a reward, if only to prove to @Alphabet Chocolate that he wasn’t such a bad apprentice, not that she would care. Or would she? The woman was too unexpected to expect anything from. Iván sighed as he watched everyone take their turns next, some having much better success than him, others…setting the penguin on fire.

“What?”

The penguin was suddenly on fire. Iván just stood there, watching, while everyone else scrambled to help put out the fire either by using their brains or by taking the opportunity to molest the massive abomination. His internal monologue had prevented him from catching how exactly the fire came to be but his eyes and his ears and his nose made sure to not let him miss the hilarious turn of events. Who hugs a burning penguin on fire? A lot of people apparently, and apparently, that actually helped get the job done.

“What?”

Iván turned to Alphabet Chocolate with a raised eyebrow. Things always get interesting when his mentor was around. He wondered if this was all just an illusion she cooked up. Maybe he was actually passed out, with a large bruise on his head, while Alpha did her thing, messing up with his brain with her illusion magic. Iván closed his eyes. He heaved a deep sigh. And then he slapped himself. Hard.

Nope. Definitely not an illusion. Unless…

Unless him slapping himself was part of the illusion. And so was the pain. He slapped himself again. And again. And again. The third time’s the charm. That or he realized he was starting to look crazy in front of the other participants.

“Damn you, Alpha,” Iván turned to Alphabet Chocolate again, narrowing his eyes.

 

Prinny Launch Attempt

Wha- they were letting him have another go? Wow, he couldn't believe his fortune! This was all worth it. Well, he wasn't going to waste his try THIS time! For sure! ...Really!
He's tried two of his magics, and so third time's the charm. Haru decides it's time to practice one of his many new techniques, the likes of which have never before been seen by the residents of Falderen and would never be seen again once he left this circus.

Time to do it, then. Haru rips out his soul, shapes it into a golf club, and drives the prinny with his new 7-iron.
He looks very proud of himself.
The prinny didn't go very far.

Thrown die:

3

+ [Spirit Magic 0] + [5 Magical Charms]​

 

Prinny Launch Attempt

The ticking from within Prinny was definitely suspicious, however Yukisa ignored it, certain that the sound was intentional. However, when Mizuki failed her attempt to launch the stuffed penguin, and in turn caused it to be set ablaze by whatever mechanisms were contained inside, he realized that perhaps there was something strange about the noise.​

He watched in mild discomfort as the penguin shot upwards in a flurry of colors. If he felt bad about just hitting the thing, now he felt really bad. There was no way that after such a display of fire, Prinny would stay intact.

Yet somehow, when the penguin came soaring back down from the sky, the most harm that had been caused to it was a few burns here and there. Well, that was until the tournament manager decided to give it a kick and cause it to burst into flames once more.

Fortunately, several of the other competitors were swifter than he, and managed to put the flames out. Though, he did have to question why they would hug a blazing penguin instead of just putting the fire out normally…

Either way, the show had to go on. And considering how his previous attempt was not so well-placed, Yukisa decided to give it another shot. When he approached Prinny this time, he embraced the stuffed penguin and gave it a little squeeze, along with a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

Once again he prepared himself, getting into a swinging stance. He chose not to shut his eyes, which was likely smarter than what he did the previous time, and let the stick fly through the air towards Prinny.

Thrown die:

17

All natural (again) babyyyy ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_

 

Prinny Launch Attempt

As the Prinny's fire began to settle down and, finally, burn out, Alpha gave herself a pat on the back for a job well done. It seems that the power of love, friendship, and hugs will prevail another day all thanks to her capable self. :)

The next few minutes flew by quickly and, as she finished getting over her moment of preening and burst of aplomb, she found herself rearing up for another go, her muscles tense with excitement. "Oooh," Alpha grinned, looking down to find her legs jumping on their own, the soles of her feet digging into the ground as she crouched up and down in place. "This is gonna be good!"

Just as Yukisa threw the Prinny up (au naturale), Alpha leaped into the fray and, without a second to waste, she sped the time up around her and punched that Prinny's butt off the floor.

Up from the stands, from where Ivan Carl muttered his curses, Alphabet Chocolate sneezed. "Eh, someone's talking about me," she stilled for a solid instant. "Oh mah gerd, I hope it's not about those kidneys..."

Thrown die:

34

+ [Chronomancy/20]​