Stabbed? Nah. Shield bashed though...
Olivius uses Shield Bash.
Olivius loses his shield as it breaks on Horatio's Chin of Justice®!
Olivius uses Fist of Cheliax® upon Horatio's Chin of Justice!®
Chin of justice? On a chaotic aligned character? Wouldn't that impose negative levels? :P
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Oh sorry, it was the Chin of Roguish Alure®. My bad.
Olivius's fist is drawn to the Chin of Allure like a fly swatter to a moth.
As Lawful meets Chaotic, a huge explosion happens, engulfing both of you and flinging you in opposite directions.
Olivius needs no coddling. No sissy acrobatics. All that is needed is to not land head first. He impacts the ground in a cloud of dust and the ground shakes. From the cloud, Olivius steps up from the crater of his landing and Shakes it Off.
Horatio, relying on his charm and grace to carry him through life, lands on his feet and brushes the dust off his shoulder. As he sees Olivius climb to his feet, he casts grease underneath him - after all, keeping him down is fun.
Grease! So this is how he wanted this to go. He heard Korvosans were into freaky crap. Oh well. There's nothing for it. He slides slowly back into the crater on the magical grease while digging in his pack. He draws a grappling hook.
The hook sails over to Mr. Pretty Boy and hooks him! What will the artist formerly known as Limp Wrist do to avoid being dragged into a greased up wrestling match with his nemesis?!
(Point out that both parties are far too dressed for some proper greased-up wrestling, before proceeding to get into it and make Olivius uncomfortable?)
Horatio points out that both parties are overdressed and begins to undress.
Olivius, Will Save to avoid stripping to a loincloth.
Ping meanwhile gathers everyone else and begins taking bets.
Horatio points out that both parties are overdressed and begins to undress.
Olivius, Will Save to avoid stripping to a loincloth.
Ping meanwhile gathers everyone else and begins taking bets.
Amateurs
Olivius recognizes that he is, in fact, overdressed, but resists the urge to strip down to his intimates. Instead, he tears off his loincloth while leaving the rest of his clothes on and throws the under garment at Horatio before charging, hoping his skivvies will provide a distraction.
"Place you bets! Place your bets!" Ping calls out as Sprig flits about taking them up and handing out tiny slips of paper with what their bets are.
Olivius goes full Greco-Roman and strips to the nude. He flings his undies at Horatio.
Olivius goes full Greco-Roman and strips to the nude. He flings his undies at Horatio.
Noro laughs, she thought Olives was a man...
Ping readjusts the odds
She then gives a wolf-whistle at seeing Olives' nude form.
Horatio begins stripping, determined to match his nemesis. While not as heavily muscled as Olivius, his doubly-high Charisma makes him undeniably better to look at, if you ask anyone with taste. As he dives into the fray, it's clear that Olivius has fallen victim to one of the classic blunders - he may not have gotten involved in a land war in Asia, nor gone in against a Sicilian when death was on the line, but he did get himself into a public wrestling match with a greased-up bard.
Ping stares at the spectacle in awe. Her eyes drinking it in as the two naked men grapple each other. She then lets out another wolf-whistle and proceeds to compose an image in her mind.
"I think I'll call it Hotness in the Buff," she says as she holds up her fingers to frame the two.
Pavanna sits back to enjoy the show, a goofy grin on her face, and offers Ping some of her popcorn.
noro is watching the watchers just as much as she is watching the watched...
Olivius may have blundered, but he is nothing if not persistent. His mighty military mitts manhandle the moxie machine into many maneuvers. Horstio may be slipperier than a hog on a rainy day, but Olivius had more alternative power than a british terrorist in a Guy Fawkes mask.
Unfortunately for Olivius, Horatio is used to more than one kind of wrestling, and has built up truly remarkable stamina and flexibility. He plays to his strengths, using rhythm and flow to take every opportunity to get the upper hand - or simply get a hand on him, not afraid to go to uncomfortable lengths in his quest for victory.
(I think Ping, at least, is enjoying this a bit too much...)
Things begin to heat up in the grease pit. Horatio and Olivius neither giving an inch!
Ping takes a handful of popcorn and munches away happily, until Horatio makes it clear that this is no holds barred.
Her mouth hangs open for a second before she remembers to swallow. She stares on in amazement as sexual fantasies begin to dance in her head and her cheeks turn bright red. She raises a hand to her face and blasts herself with frigid, cold water.
(All Olivius has to do to yield is say he's a little teapot :p)
I think that's a pretty good sign to call it and say it's absolutely, 100% not canon. I was just wondering if it had gone on too long. :P
A joke that got entirely out of hand.
Want to join in?
Oh wait, you calling it.
Just as Olivius gets the upper hand, both him and Horatio wake up in a tangle.
And both swear on their dignity to never mention the matter. Ever.
"Guys, I had the weirdest dream last night," Ping says as she wakes up, "Olivius and Horatio were wrestling, completely nude."
Noro smacks Ping on the head.
Ping falls forward, unconscious.
Pavanna Alazario v3.0 — change-log:
> +1 level Bard (archaeologist)
» 8 + CON Mod = +9 hp
» BAB: +1
» Saves: +1 to Fort and Will
» +2 rounds archaeologist’s luck/day, +1 1st-level bard spell/day
» New Spells: 0th: mage hand, 1st: weaponwand
» Clever Explorer (Ex): At 2nd level, an archaeologist gains a bonus equal to half his class level on Disable Device and Perception checks. He can disable intricate and complex devices in half the normal amount of time (minimum 1 round) and open a lock as a standard action. At 6th level, an archaeologist can take 10 on Disable Device checks, even if distracted or endangered, and can disarm magical traps.
» Uncanny Dodge (Ex): At 2nd level, an archaeologist gains uncanny dodge, as the rogue class feature of the same name.
» Skill Ranks: (6 +2 Int +1 FCB +1 background = 10 ranks)
=> +1 Acrobatics, +1 Disable Device, +1 Knowledge (geography), +1 Knowledge (history), +1 Knowledge (religion), +1 Perception, +1 Profession (cook), +1 Sense Motive, +1 Spellcraft, +1 Stealth
» Feat: Deific Obedience (Iomedae)
I don't think I've ever seen you use Arcane strike, so that should work fine.
And both swear on their dignity to never mention the matter. Ever.
That's what you think! (Ping, you dirty, dirty girl...)
Also, Salsa started it. Well. Olivius started it, I reciprocated, and Salsa escalated it.
Spoony should be all updated now, and boy am I daunted by that skills block. Yikes.
If you're interested in Reign of Winter, and would like to play on the same side of the screen as me for once, there's a recruitment thread going on now for a RoW game I'm in that had two players just vanish on us. We're just about half to second level I think. If you're interested, you can submit a character here: RoW Recruitment!
Those of us playing are going to be involved, so I'll be pulling as hard as I can for you guys!
And both swear on their dignity to never mention the matter. Ever.That's what you think! (Ping, you dirty, dirty girl...)
Watch it, or else you might find yourself the subject of her next bit of vandalism.
I don't think I've ever seen you use Arcane strike, so that should work fine.
For the record, I’ve looked back through the gameplay thread to be sure. Over the course of the campaign so far, Pavanna’s made six attacks with Arcane Strike active, only half of which connected. Of those three hits, the bonus +1 damage from Arcane Strike has never been the difference between a bad guy surviving or dying.
Thanks for the go-ahead, GM. ;-)
Sorry for the delay in posting. Injury to my back and the muscle relaxers has left me REALLY out of it. I'll try to catch up today.
Okay, venting some anger here:
I don’t recall if I mentioned it here at the time, but just before Christmas 2013 my car was stolen. Well, the goddamned shit-sucking mother-f#@&ing suppurating a@*!#~*s came back this morning, and this time they made off with most of a box full of power-tools and other carpentry kit stored in my shed. About a grand’s worth, all told, including a biscuit-jointer (for doing skirting and edging bits) and a battery-powered drill with charger and battery. The fact that he took the drill but not the drill-bits tells me he wasn’t after the gear for use, but purely to sell it off for cash, probably for his next fix. The only thing he left in the box was a skill-saw that my parents bought back in the early ’70s, before I was born, and that was probably a simple matter of weight and encumbrance.
But what really cooks my heat-sinks is that he also took most of my grandfather’s woodworking tools, including his chisels and his No.6 hand-plane. The biggest plane most handyman chains carry these days is a No.4, and that costs ~$200 or so; with the trend towards mass-production crud, I don’t even know if I could find a No.6 anywhere, much less afford it. But even if I could get a physical replacement, it won’t carry the karma and mana that Granddad, Dad, and Mum all put into the thing since World War Two. Granddad George used that plane thoroughly and well: you could tell by the battering and dents in the metal and wood, the cracked handle on the main grip, the wear on the main- and fore-grips, the ageing of all the wood, the nicks and tiny burrs on the blade....
Hell, I even have a fair idea of who might be responsible. I’d love to meet up with him, retrieve that No.6, and give him a little demonstration of how a hand-plane is used. Of course, I’d have to a] get my hands on him and b] get in line; he’s been doing this for a while, and he’s currently hiding out from patched members of the Mongrel Mob who’d also like to catch up with this individual and break discuss his overly light fingers.
I only ever did high-school woodwork, and I know I never had the craft to be worthy of heirloom tools like that plane, but at least I had respect for the history and service it represented.
And now some random yobbo in a pub who can’t tell a screwdriver from a hole-punch is going to buy the thing for $5 just so some light-fingering f+*@wit can score his next tinnie of weed.
“U MAD, BRO?” B%+##, right now, I’m ALL THE MAD EVER.
Not in a great RP mood, sorry. Maybe when I calm down in a few days.
Son of a...
Wow. Well, I don't really have words for that. That's... that's incredibly low, and I hope the lowlife that did it gets what they deserve.
Vent away, mate. God knows I do it enough on here, and that's something well worth venting.
I wish I had more words, but I'm just floored by how undeniably shitty people can be.
Whoa, that is one heck of a bad day. My mom's dad was a carpenter, and a damned good one too, so I get how you feel.
As Ronnie says, vent away. I hope you can get those tools back, and I hope the jackass does get to have that nice long talk with you about what is and isn't a good idea.
Take however long you need to calm down. I need to work on some things for this game and the Wrath of the Righteous game.
Seriously I hope you can get that stuff back at least.
Seriously? Wow. None of my days besides maybe almost losing my left eye comes close to that. I really hope you recover that heirloom equipment.
yo, you think I should send my cousin Guido,? He knows how to talks to peoples, make 'im an offer...he can't refuse. maybe go on a little fishin' trip
Remind him to bring the stuff for fitting him a pair of concrete shoes. ;)