| The Nameless GM |
1 Chain Shirt (small)
1 +1 Leather Lamellar Armor
1 Short sword
2 Cloaks of Resistance +1
At the death of the half-orc rogue a horn is blown again and the ice and snow clears up almost instantly.
The pit master stands in his box at the top of the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen! We! Have! Our! CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!" The stands go wild as the party is anointed champions. A set of stairs magically appears that leads up to his box. He slowly steps down them to meet the party.
"As reward for being victorious in this tournament I extend an offer for a feast fit for the King himself with me and my team of trainers here tomorrow night." As he approaches the party you all see he has the key on a golden chain around his neck. "Congratulations. There will be a feast tonight for you and the surviving competitors. I ask that you stay here another night and partake."
The dwarven Pit Master is standing in front of you and you've already picked clean the other guys stuff. What shall you say of the Pit Master's invitation?
| Natashia |
Natashia sheathes Domavoi and pushes a lock of hair out of her eyes. It would be a great honor to join you tomorrow evening. However I can not speak for the rest of my companions. Might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance sir, for I find it rude to not know whom I will be dining with tomorrow evening. I am Natashia Kanan, daughter of Gilthanis and Alandra Kanan. Natashia bows gracefully as she introduces herself to the dwarven pit master. She hopes that mentioning her lineage will help her gain favor with the dwarf so that they may acquire the silver key.
| Talmira Dimlun |
It was the golden Key Natashia
Talmira will look over to the pit master as she reloads her crossbow before placing it across her back. It would be wonderful to enjoy a feast with you sire. As she says this Talmira will bow offering a small toothy grin to the man. She will fix her red hair as she stands up to get it out of her face as she gets a closer look at the man.
perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
| The Nameless GM |
"Well met, Natashia Kanan. I am Pit Master Drevag Huntstone, son of Drageg Huntstone, fourth Pit Master of the Arena."
"Thank you for accepting my invitation, Dhampir. I do hope the sun hasn't been to harsh on your fairer-than-most skin." He gives a nod as you accept. His beard is a dark red and is braided in a very intricate pattern. His clothing is of the highest quality with jewels aplenty on his sleeves and collar. His belt has the largest gem, a topaz set in silver.
Turning to Maa-Djour he lets out a hearty laugh. "I should hope so! A member of the Church will be a first in my dining hall, I'll admit."
".....that's a mouthful. Sé lo que se siente al estar lejos de la Span durante tanto tiempo. Tal vez pueda ayudarle a volver si lo desea." He speaks with a perfect Spanish accent as if it was his favored tongue.
Juan, add Spanish to your list of languages.
| The Nameless GM |
"But of course, your wounds dressed and a warm bath shall be presented to you before the meal. Now please, visit the infirmary to be healed."
Drevag's eyes drift towards the former pit slave. "Wait a minute, I recognize that mask. The horns are a new edition, but I recognize the mask of Edric Axehand anywhere! A former slave returned to the Arena!"
He turns to the audience. "It's no wonder this team is our new champion team! On the team is the only Pit Slave to ever win his freedom! I present to you Edric Axehand!!" He takes hold of Edric's axe hand and holds it up to show who he's talking about. The crowd cheers at the returning warrior, not knowing the hardship he had to face to get there.
| Marco the MachineSmith |
Marco sighs in slight distress. He does not offer much for combat even though he has his advanced technology. He grumbles, tosses his Mobius weapon to the ground and retrieves the core that contains the part of his magical soul before he walks off. He felt that combat was not for him and why he is wasting his inventions on such a barbaric thing is beyond him.
I am not fighting any more. I will stay in this company...but I won't fight... I build, not destroy.
He too ignores the dwarf and even ignores heading to the infirmary, he wished to rid his mind of the battle that occurred the only way he knew how, through GLORIOUS machinery.
| Talmira Dimlun |
After Marco leaves Talmira will offer a small smirk before she also walks out wanting to get somewhere shaded. Even with the glasses, she still feel tiered from being in the sun to long. She will skip out in the infirmary as she did not get hurt. She will instead just spend some time in a darker area where she can be alone. She will strip herself of her armor for the day and meditate in her room, the mark of Pharasma on her shoulder glowing slightly.
| Juan The Fifth |
At night, Juan the Fifth tries to get to the main arena where the fights occur. As he stands on the edge of the huge stadium, he looks out at the field, and breaths in slowly. "I smell death. It smells... good." and continues to breath slowly, thinking of his time in Del Loco. He continues to simple stand there, at the edge, and breaths in and out for a while.
| Natashia |
Natashia heads off to go bathe and get her wounds looked after by Maa-Djour. She's a bit uneasy about letting the healers at the arena look at her wounds.
Once she gets her backpack Natashia pulls out a thick square of cloth from the bottom of her bag. Inside is a simple yellow dress with yellow slippers. There is a green belt as well so that she may carry her sword with her.
Maa-Djour Paani
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Maa-Djour looks over Natashia's wounds
You got hit quite hard, should be no problem for me to fix up, and I won't even leave a scar on your beautiful smooth skin
Maa-Djour put his holy symbol of Hanspur against Natashia naked stomach as he channels positive energy.
Channel Positive Energy: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4
Channel Positive Energy: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4
| Natashia |
Thank-you Aquos. I don't trust the pit healers to leave a neat clean heal. I'm sure all they care about is getting the fighter back out in the pits again. Would you mind talking with the pit master with me to see if we are able to place ourselves in his favor? Natashia says in aquan as Maa-Djour treats her wounds.
| Edric Axehand |
Edric takes alittle of his money and tries to scrounge up some 'fancy clothes'
How hard/costly would it be to find a fantasy version of THIS. Of course, with a fedora
| The Nameless GM |
Those would be just a set of Noble's clothing. The arena has a host of stores, so you can easily get one tailored for you. Replace the tie with an ascot and add a jewel to the ascot and wrist cuffs and you've got the idea.
Edric looks pretty spiffy in his new outfit. There's even a place for a weapon on his belt if he wants one. Don't worry, it's normal to be armed.
As for speaking with Master Drevag, unfortunately he is in his private quarters and Natashia and Aquos aren't able to request an audience.
"You'll have your audience with the Master tomorrow night," one of the guards at his door tell the two of them.
| Natashia |
I understand that we are to dine with the Mater tomorrow evening but I think I hav something that will interst him. Natashia says as she pulls out the copper key she's wearing around her neck. I noticed that Master Drevag wears a key similar to this one. My father is the supposed owner of another key as well. I wish to speak to Drevag about this in private if at all possible.
Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Maa-Djour Paani
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I'm sure your master would be very disappointed that you failed to let in such a beautiful young woman, especially when she has such important information to share with him Maa-Djour says slyly, implying that she may be there to offer more than just her words, and I am sure that you boys are so very thirsty, and I recall my other female companion was looking for a couple of strapping lads to share a drink with
silver-tongued haggler +2 diplomacy, bluff, intimidate and sense motive. I will do it twice, once for the bluff and once for the diplomacy
bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26
| The Nameless GM |
The fight with the Dhamphir Sorcerer ends with his blood on the altar that he was worshiping at just before you entered.
After the spiked pit rises back to normal, Sevence approaches the eidolon, La Phantasma Magnifica, lifting his helmet. "The tales about you do not do you justice. You are truly magnificent. Fue un honor pelear a tu lado, lo poco que había combates." He bows his head in respect, then turns to the altar.
"This blasphemous relic shall be destroyed. I shall have the Order send a specialist to take care of it. As for you," he turns to Katrisa Rao, the woman that joined him before he entered, "I believe your debt to us is filled. You may go as you please, although this party is without a member now."
He begins to leave the cave. "I shall see to it that her body is returned to her sect. She will be missed. As for her horse, it shall have a better home with you, I believe."
He leaves the cave, sheathing his sword and holstering his shield. He is nowhere to be seen when you exit.
You have the loot list and you have a new character in the team. What shall you do now.
| Katrisa Rao |
Katrisa will offer a nod to Sevence before turning to the party. I supposed a proper introduction is in need. I am Katrisa. She will offer a small bow. Before this, I was a dancer for a local gentleman's bar, back in Rivenmain. Earned my tips that way, along with stealing a little extra when I could if the man was leaving. They find something exotic about a kitsune, you know a female with fox ears tail and sharp teeth. To most I seem human when not like that, however if you look close enough you would be able to tell what I am and see through my disguise. I like to when not at work make it appear that I am not that dancer. Now then, shall we be off to do whatever it is you are doing?
| Marco the MachineSmith |
In a split moment of rage, Marco throws the masterwork crossbow he had acquired from the trap to the ground. The man was not amused by the days events. He is still pretty shaken up from the mimic eyeball looking him at him. YOU PEOPLE NEVER SAID WE WOULD BE FIGHTING THAT! He didn't care who he yelled at right now. He was PISSED. He started making his own way out of the cave but stopped at the edge of the light and sighed. He had to wait to get out of the god forsaken cave. He leaned up against the rock wall and pulled out a strange looking device and started fidgeting with it. so close....just a little longer...and your done.
| Juan The Fifth |
"Se observó su presencia, conquistador. Que suerte caerá sobre su familia." La Phantasma Magnifica says in a slow and whisper-like voice, but very loud as if shrieking. She puts her near-black axe in its rightful place on her back. She then bows her head, and says to Juan the Fifth "No me decepciones, Juan de la Quinta. No confíes en nadie." and then disappears in a puff of black smoke, bone fragments, and joyous laughter.
"My friend," Juan the Fifth says to Marco, "why are you so surprised? They never mentioned that we would be fighting at all. It was just assumed that we were." Juan the Fifth then walks up to Marco, picks up Marco's crossbow, and hands it to him. "I believe you dropped this."
"My friend, my name is Juan Guadalupe Hidalgo San Martinez Diego Del Fuego La Rosa Bein Rodregez The Fifth. It is my privilege to meet you." Juan the Fifth says to Katrisa, bowing deeply before her.
| Zobek the Black Mage |
Meanwhile, as the party is returning to town, They hear a mighty roar from the sky. if anyone in the party looks up at the sky. They shall see a mighty red dragon performing acrobatics in that sky from BARREL ROLLS and back flips. For those of the people who are still looking up they see something fall from the dragon. maybe he had to use the rest room. Suddenly you see that speck get rather larger and is in fact heading towards all of you. As this is occurring you here someone screaming at the top of their lungs. OH SH*T! OH DAMN! F*CK! F*CK! F*CK! Zobek the Black Mage lands on top of Juan.
| Juan The Fifth |
"Miss Rao you are quite funny, now get this person off of me!"
After getting up and dusting himself off, he turns to Zobek the Black Mage and says, "Greetings, my name is Juan Guadalupe Hidalgo San Martinez Diego Del Fuego La Rosa Bein Rodregez The Fifth. What is your name, and why is there a dragon above us?"
Knowledge Planes to see if it comes from an elemental plane: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
| Katrisa Rao |
knowledge local to see if I regocize this person that fell on Juan: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Perhaps when we get back into town I can speak with the owner of the Violet Room I work at about some free service for you folks like perhaps a free room but you pay for any...extra services.
| Zobek the Black Mage |
after Zobek gets up and readjusts himself. Hello, I am Zobek The Black Mage. I am quite sorry I fell on you but, you were a nice soft landing.
That dragon. I tried getting a ride to one of the towns nearby by offer a virgin sacrifice and a large sum of gold. when the dragon asked mid-flight
how I was going to be able to give him these things. he didn't quite like the answer and tried having me fall to my death.
| The Nameless GM |
Upon arrival in the small town to the north of the Arena, the port is a hustle and a bustle with activity. A few ships have come in with cargo for sale. Most of the ships sell their goods straight from the decks.
You arrive around dusk, so most of the shops are closed by now. There are a few here and there that might have a few things of interest.
This is a small town. There are a few places you can rest for the night. Gather Info would let you find a good place.