When you are ready to return, you leave the blacksmithing town behind and return to the squalor of Scrapwall.
Solaria spends time by herself on the journey from Scrapwall, she is seen scribbling on a parchment, concentrating on her prayers and writing the holy words.
Once in Torch, she begs her leave from her friends, after the initial introduction back into Torch. She makes her way to to the chapel, where she uses it's facilities to give her respects to Desna, and working to make a holy wand of healing. The next day, she continues to work with her parchments.
She repeats the process on her way back to Scrapwall.
All items created....
Cost - Wand 375gp, Scrolls - 450gp
Costs 300gp, 1 spell not created correctly, only 3 spells created.
You reach your base, the Smiler HQ and spend the day preparing for the battle at the arena.
Some of the scrappers salute you, though it is half mocking, half awkward. A ratfolk shouts, "Hey, you guys are gonna fight the Lords? Good luck. Just try not to break any of your gear, so we can scavenge it later."
Solaria still a little tired after her day concentrating on the scrolls, turns to her friends, "Can one of you scout this arena before we enter in."
At the ratfolk, she asks what they know of the arena, what happens there and do they know anything that we shouldknow about before we go in there. What dangers we might face.
"That we do. Don't worry, we have no intentions of falling before them," Sarainy says to the ratfolk. "We have a promise to fulfill."
Eager to continue, Sarainy reminds the group of what she found out about the Lords of Rust.
Helskarg- a troll with a autograpnel gun. Has two ogre slaves.
Nalakai - an orc cleric of Hellion
Kulgara - an orc with a magic chain-blade, #1 now that Meyanda is gone
Draigs - an ettin that uses spiked chains
Zagmaander - a mysterious creature that most have not seen. Called the Blood Ghost.
Hellion - the Lord of Rust, leader of the Lords of Rust. A god or fiend. Only the leaders have seen him in person. Wrathful, arrogant, insane, powerful.
The ratfolk shows his sharp teeth, then says, "Fights to the death, for hon-er, I mean Scrapworth. Helskarg is the big troll boss of the arena. Usually she cheats. Good luck dealing with her. Obviously no one's one against her."
He turns to Sarainy, "Yeah, yeah. Everyone thinks that they ain't gonna lose. But you know what, sister? They're all dead. Less than scrap."
[ooc]Sorry for the delay work has picked up and was unable to post...updating equipment and purchases now!
"So if we know who we might fight, we should prepare accordingly" says Solaria. "Do we know the strengths and weaknesses of our foes? What do we need to defeat a troll and his two ogres? And what is this autograpnel gun? What can it do?" Is there a chance we can discover more about our challenges to be fully prepared, let us not walk in uninformed for a fight we have not equipped ourselves for?" the cleric warns. "What do you know of trolls, ettins. For we have encountered orcs before and know of their strength, and should be prepared to fight such evil creatures."
Solaria urges caution and seeks to infiltrate the arena, to see what they face before they take on the Lords of Rust head on.
Dr Lendaro crosses his arms, cocks his head, and addresses the ratkin before he and his jeering rodent buddies move on. "That is quite an accusation toward Helskarg. If this Helskarg by your word cheats, I infer there must be one or more rules. Enlighten me, if you would.. on how these fights are meant to play out. I, Doctor Lendaro - in return for your lesson in proper sportsmanship, vow to bequeath you my lightly used medlance... with clear instructions where to stick it." He winks to others of the ratkin's group with a casually confident grin.
Sarainy, seeing the advantage of the Doctor's plan, uses her bardic ability to increase the weight of his words.
"The Good Doctor is a man of renowned healing ability and numerous other talents, gaining his favour would surely be of benefit to you and your gang."
Doesn't know what an autograpnel gun is.
She recalls basic stuff about ettins, trolls, ogres and orcs, including ettins have two heads and are ambidextrous, trolls regenerate unless they are hit with acid or fire, ogres and orcs are fierce creatures.
"Well, there ain't no rules. I guess you just kill each other, or run out of the arena. I meant the numbers, actually. Usually its the same number on both sides, but Helskarg likes to add extra to her side. No one really complains, of course."
The ratfolk takes a quick step back away from the doctor. "Wait a sec. You want to stick your medlance in me. I don't go for that sort of thing, pal."
You head to the scrapmaster's arena in the morning.
About a thousand seats are almost filled with orcs, ratfolk and assorted scrappers. Some of them wear some gang sign, either the Lord's of Rust claw, or the Redtooth Raider's redfang.
An enormous battlefield sprawls here-a fighting arena that measures several hundred feet in diameter, ringed by mounds of junk and refuse stacked in tiers for seating. The ring has an arched opening in its westernmost end to allow access to the arena, while against the eastern side, a large metallic structure akin to a squat tower protrudes form the hard-packed earth. A wooden stairway wraps around the tower’s sides, and a twenty foot-tall stage protrudes from its western façade, overlooking the arena below.
A large platform stands a large figure. She carries a rifle meant for two hands in one of her claws.
The troll Helskarg shouts atop her nest, "Who dares challenge the mighty Lords of Rust? Enter the arena and gain your scrapworth!"
"Do we have any fire or acid for the troll?" asks Solara "All I can do is send a fire elemental at the troll. Alchemists fire would help? As for the others it seems we are in for a slug fest, though they may have those techno weapons, we must be careful."
Uran speaks up.
"My launcher can fire both acid and fire, and I carry some of each."
Gripping her hammer, Linpul had been quiet for most of the journey. Readying her companion.
"I don't have any of that, but I can fend it off for a bit. Tetsuda and I can try and keep it pinned down. Well, we can always use the grenades if we need to."
"I'll start with a more supporting role, then move into damage if things last that long," Sarainy adds, "Let's do this then. Perhaps one of you should call targets - better to focus one down than spread ourselves out. They won't play fair with one on one fights, so neither should we."
I do hope we aren't biting off more than we can chew here... but we have prepared ourselves, Sarainy thinks somewhat nervously.
When no one enters the arena, Helskarg calls out again.
"All cowards then! Ha! Then flee from this place and do not challenge the Lords of Rust!"
The audience roars, some with laughter, some with boos or cheers. Many of them are looking in your direction, waiting for you all to do something.
Therea steps forward boldly "You want to challenge us...really? Do you have a death wish, or did you chew lead or something when you were a typically ugly troll kid?"
Uran also strides forward, but does not make any remark. He keeps his eyes on the troll and her companions, ready to fire as soon as they make a move.
Stepping up with the rest of the party, Sarainy whispers a prayer to Sarenrae, "Blessed be the light, may none walk in darkness."
Thera seems confident... that's reassuring, seeing her so determined and willful gives me courage that we can do this, Sarainy thinks to herself.
"Challengers? Weak looking things, hardly worth my time! But I will make an exception." Kulgara roars.
The troll leaps down from her high platform and crashes to the ground, making a loud noise as the earth breaks beneath her. Two ogres enter the arena from the stairs far to the north, each wielding a greatclub. A handful of orcs jump from the stands and join the arena also, the claw of Hellion drawn on their armor.
Solaria closes her eyes, whispering "such impetuous nature, responding when we could have learned from others failures." She follows her friends down without entering the arena, watching to see who is in command of the arena, not just the loud mouthed troll. She recites a prayer to Desna, bringing her blessings on the group, before joining the others, taking out her scimitar, ready for action.
Thera shrugs her shoulders "I gave you an opportunity to be diplomatic" she whispers back as she stalks further in.
Dr Lendaro posts up not far from Thera's side, and devotes his mental focus preparing for his first shot.
With but a hint of a smile as Solaria's divine blessings wash over her, Sarainy steps behind and between Thera and Dr. Lendaro.
"I'll buy the first of us to land the killing blow on one of the Lords of Rust as much food and drink as they can bear," she says quietly so only the party may hear her, adding "Should we get out of here with our heads that is."
Grinning fully now, she puffs out her chest and stands tall.
Well if we are going to stand in epic combat...
Speaking loudly she addresses all assembled in the stadium, "Let those of Scrapwall know that we stand here ready to fight and die, against these Lords of Rust, for the freedom of all. You have been living your lives in fear of these brutes - who crush your spirits with tyranny and keep you subjectated with bloodshed."
"Your gangs and feuds keep these so called Lords to stand over you, so that you may remain weak while they strong," Letting bardic magic infuse her words, she continues "Fight not against your brothers and relatives, and fight now in a proper way against these oppressors. We already have destroyed the vile Smilers - surely of this you know. We mean to continue our mission most righteous, and slay all who would commit such vile atrocities."
Sarainy turns to address the Lords of Rust themselves.
"You call yourself Lords, rulers of Scrapwall by the will of your might alone. We more mighty say, that ends, today."
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A test of strength huh? I can do that.
"Tetsuda, ready for some extra muscle? Ready to be king of the ring again? Well let's go buddy. You are going to need the extra muscle."
Linpul pats the beetle on his shell where the body art is, the spinning gears activate as the red haired gnome casts her spell.
"Tauri."
Tetsuda moves forward as well to guard the gnome. Speaking up, Linpul has never been a gladiator before. Her exoskeleton like carapace appears for a moment before vanishing.
"Ready to test yourself against a gnome raised in Torch?"
Uran moves forward and places the butt tight against his shoulder. He takes careful aim and fires an adamantine round at the troll leader.
Move to within 50' of troll and fire his rifle at her.
Attack-ranged touch:
Confirm Crit:
Damage:
Crit Damage:
Rakdon fires magic missiles at one of the orcs striking it in the chest and stomach.
Uran blasts the troll with his rifle, blasting away fingers and most of its left hand. Helskarg roars, and glares at the gnome, her body starts to heal, forming new features over the lost flesh. "I will take your gun as a pistol, little gnome!"
All the enemies charge forward, shortening the distance between the party members.
1. Enemies
2. Everyone
The red haired gnome focuses on herself for a moment before moving forward and readying her hammer.
"Tauri"
"Bring it on green and ugly, I might even be tougher than you!"
Solaria uses Desna's blessing to shield her from the blows of her enemies, "SO NOW MY FRIENDS WE MAKE OUR STAND, For the freedom of all to travel in Scrapwall and be free, under the stars with Desna.."
Dr Lendaro moves up closer to Rakdon's side, and prepares again to fire on the charging ogre.
Feeling the build up of approaching combat begin to excite her more and more, Sarainy unleashes for the first time her Allegro magic.
With but a brief pause, she then begins singing aloud a prayer to Sarenrae. While the words are in Celestial, the conviction and tempo fills each member of the party with joy and courage to do glorious battle.
"आप हमेशा खुश हो सकते हैं,
धन्य सूरज है;
आप अंधेरे पलायन बोली होता है,
में धन्य है सूरज की रोशनी करते हैं।"
You can always be happy,
Blessed is the Sun,
You are bidding darkness flee,
The blessed are in Sunlight.
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Kneeling down, Uran places the butt of his rifle firmly on the ground while triggering the new addition located under the rifles main barrels. A loud "THUMP" can be heard and a small vial sails through the air to land on the Troll leader.
Attack-ranged touch:
Damage: plus splash
Uran's projectile strikes only the leader of the enemies. Helskarg growls above the crowd, as her body stops repairing itself.
Rakdon fires a few magic missiles for good measure, but the troll ignores the pinpricks of magical light.