Depending on things, Suny is more inclined to be using distractions than anything else.
Round 5
Taking a quick glance at her competition, Vik will continue her dash towards the inn.
Still Round 5, Vik will use her free attempt to try and trip the racer.
Racing up the narrow cliffside path, the angry sailor sees a grinning lady in motley attire eying him to take a dive into the harbor below. Unfortunately for her, Reijo knows how to play dirty too. She takes a tumble herself over Reijo's swiftly placed leg, and she screams all the way down into the waters below.
Obstacle 6 : The Home Stretch
There it is! The God's Revel Inn is just ahead, a final sprint down the road, up a ramp, into the front doors, and onto the second floor of the building where the finish line (or finish table?) was waiting. Of course, due to Rum Punch, the front porch, ramp, and Inn were packed full of drunken revelers. A minor hindrance after the rest of the race!
Avoiding the people blocking the road was becoming second nature by this point. With a few twists, a turn and a half, and a jumping spin, you navigate around the mess and through into the God's Revel.
Trying to push past the people on the ramp was a waste of time. The side didn't look that hard to scale - it was only a dozen feet, at the most, from bottom to top. With a running leap, you grab the side of the ramp and haul yourself up, bypassing most of the roadblock. The entrance to the Inn was mere feet away!
The door was blocked... but the windows were wide open! It would take catlike reflexes to bound up there and bend through the opening with just the right motions - but how hard could that be? With a leap, a twist, and a worming motion or two, you squirm your way through the window and into the God's Revel! The table was just up the stairs, and victory was yours!
Nostrils flaring and red eyes menacing, Reijo bounds full-speed ahead towards the inn. One can almost see steam escaping his ears as he sprints, as if a coal-powered furnace were bellowing energy into his powerfully agile limbs.
Reijo dodges and evades every drunken reveler in his path. Spotting one unfortunate and bent-over drunk in his way, he leaps onto his back, using him as a stepping stone to bypass the rest of the crowd by flying high up the side of the ramp! Drawing his boarding axe as he flies, he latches onto the wooden ramp's peak with the hook end, and swiftly flings his limber body upwards and over like a monkey swinging through a tree.
Landing on his feet near the inn's entrance, Reijo now hurriedly breaks for the inn itself...
Okay, anyway. On to the inn!
Vik weaves through the new crowd of drunks, and clips into one violently. Luckily, it is not enough to slow her process, and she slides in sideways through an open window.
Obstacle 5, Stage 8_____
"Look! A Distraction! DC 13 Bluff:
Playing dirty and throwing people in the harbor? How like a city full of drunken sailors and pirates! Best to take a play straight out of Bellamy's playbook. With a gasp of surprise and a hand directed skyward, you manage to catch the attention of the nearest racer. He turns and glances as you shove him aside and push ahead to the home stretch.
Obstacle 6, Stage 9_____
Dodge The Drunks! DC 12 Acrobatics:
Success!
Avoiding the people blocking the road was becoming second nature by this point. With a few twists, a turn and a half, and a jumping spin, you navigate around the mess and through into the God's Revel.
Dodge The Drunks! DC 12 Acrobatics:
Scramble up the Side! DC 14 Climb:
Window! DC 11 Dexterity:
Nahti finds herself in a brawl in Founder's Square. "How to get through this..." she muses, before running ahead. She gives one of the brawlers a shove in order to make room so that she can move on....
...and the poor fellow goes splashing into the bay.
Seeing the narrow cliffside, and knowing that she's opened herself up to a dirty trick after she pushed that poor fellow into the bay, Nhati decides a distraction is in order. "Tai, fly up and make a big squawking noise," she tells her familiar quietly.
The parrot flies into the air and Nhati points at him, crying out, "Look at that bird!"
Unfortunately, the brawlers near her have seen the bird on her shoulder, and aren't falling for it. Seeing that she's about to get pushed into the harbor, she attempts to trip the guy and deftly step out of the way, making him take the plunge....
...and succeeds with style. "Shame on you!" Tai says to her. "Hey, your distraction didn't work, I had no choice!" the arcanist responds as she dashes along the narrow clifside path.
Move action: move on to Obstacle #6
Nhati sees the God's Revel Inn packed.
"Window!" Tai squawks.
Nhati sees where her familiar is looking, and tries to dive through the window.
She dives through the window and into the Inn.
Reijo and Viktorra burst through into the God's Revel shoulder-to-shoulder, pushing at each other to get ahead into the leading position in the race. Suny follows on their coattails, having lugged a plank across Lilywhite with her. The mighty plank, despite his aid, is left just before the finish line as Suny bounds up the stairs with Reijo and Vik.
Just behind them, Nhati comes racing into the building, Tai flapping his hardest to keep up.
And behind her, the two handicapped racers - Bellamy and Ol' Salty. The blind man and the old man gave the race their hardest - and, to their credit, bested a good two thirds of the other racers! If only the darn youngin's weren't so quick...
"Hold it right there," bellows a large and scarred human. A pair of half-orc men stand beside him, and a curmudgeonly little halfling cracks her knuckles beside him. The four of them have managed to completely barricade the top of the God's Revel's stairs with their bodies. Behind them, a beleaguered looking half-orc woman sitting at the far table shrugs, then takes a long sip of ale.
"Yeah!" shouts the short one, "We're going to be the ones taking the officer's shares on Lanteri's crew!"
"Any anyone who's plannin' ta tell Lanteri otherwise is in for a fight," growls the human.
"Last I checked, it was these three who got here first...." Nhati says.
Tai says in Polyglot, "No, you were first!"
Nahti looks at her parrot, and says, "I don't think the lie is going to fly this time."
Tai responds, "Heh! Fly! Watch this!" and flaps up to roost in the rafters.
Nahti looks back at the scarred human and the halfling. "So..." she says, before holding out her hands and casting a spell.
A scintillating cone of colors shoots out of Nahit's outstretched fingers, enveloping as many of the four hostiles as she is able to.
This is Color Spray.
Will save DC is 14; a will save negates the effect. Otherwise:
If any of them have 2HD or less (unlikely, but, hey), they will be Unconscious, Blinded, and Stunned for rounds, then Blinded and Stunned for rounds, then stunned for 1 round.
If any of them have 3 or 4HD, they will be Blinded and Stunned for rounds, then stunned for 1 round.
Any of them with 5 or more HD will only be stunned for 1 round.
Still enraged, Reijo immediately growls at the scum before Nhati's entrance... then departs back out the entrance.
But once outside, he swiftly jumps up and tries to climb to the second floor, using his boarding axe to assist...
Suny stops when she notes the brute squad barring the top of the stairs.
Deftly slipping back outside and thence squirreling up the sides of the building and back in through a window.
(^_^)
Now, hopefully behind the brute squad, Suny looks around.
She calls brightly, having left Mighty Plank propped across the window through which she's just entered.
While Suny and Reijo race to ascend and avoid the welcoming committee, Nhati steps forward and prepares for a more direct approach.
The group of trouble makers spot her arcane gestures before they're finished, spreading a few feet apart before the blast of color fills the room.
The group manages to shrug off the blast of magic, the nearest of the half-orcs snarling as he catches the magic full in the face. The other offers a toothy grin, and the halfling's laughter sounds more murderous than playful. Suny bounds in the window with a smile, Reijo just behind her. The group turns on Suny, then glances back over to the half-orc woman seated across the balcony.
"Signing?? Youse said we could have that spot!" bellow the scarred-up human. The pair of half-orcs beside him grunt assent.
"Yeah, yeah," replies the woman with a nonchalant wave of her hand. "Don't matter to me which one of you 'wins' the race, yeah? Go settle it somewhere and let me finish my drink."
The halfling spits on the floor, just inches from Nhati's feet. "You 'eard her. Shall we settle this proper-like? The God's Revel has a ring for just this sorta thing!"
"Aye," the human adds, "A ring I'm the boss'a. Dare ya challenge the local champions?"
Reijo calms down a bit. Though fatigued from his rageful exertions, he plays it cool, and tries his best to delay a brawl until he can regain his stamina. Unfortunately, he cannot hide his winded state very well, but does stand there with arms akimbo, and... throws Suny under the bus while he recouperates!
"Ha! Me'd wager she be takin' ye down in five rounds, ye bloody scallywag!" Reijo elbows Suny in the ribs to indicate her.
Suny giggles as Reijo gently tickles her tanned ribs. (^_^) She looks to the lady behind the desk and asks,
"Here? Who be y'self then? Ye in't Cap'in Varossa Lanteri. Who be ye t'be makin' offers ta' people's an' such?" Then, to the others,
"I dun't remember seein' y'selfs way over at tha' timber place. How be it ye come t'be here an' not all droopy like them's all who's bin runnin' all over t'place?" Suny relaxes, all arms similarly akimbo to Reijo, as she scratches her blond mop trying to figure things out as to whom is what to who.
Vik slowly slides her hand down to her rapier, and calmly asks,
"Ay, what kinda challenge you talkin' abou'? One on one? Free for all? To the death, or nay?
"The kinda challenge't matters, sweets," the human spits back at Vik, tangible loathing in his voice. His hand mirrors hers, resting upon the grip of a rather large mace fastened to his belt. "Best get yer elfie under control. She be lookin' a bit lost, just like you and the race."
The half-orc woman seated near the balcony groans, then slams her tankard down. Droplets of the remaining ale splatter the table as she heaves herself up and joins the arm-akimbo group now crowding the second floor of the God's Revel. "Look," she bellows with a commanding authority that silences the 'welcoming party,' "I don't give two bilge-rat-arses who's who or what's what. All't matters ta me'n the cap'n is how the whos handle 'emselves. So if'n you've got a problem with each other, take 'er up in the ring downstairs. I could use a good laugh anyways."
The halfling gives another short, vicious cackle. "That's that, then. Your crew 'gainst ours. Though the Revel's got a strict rule 'bout corpses, ain't that right Huldren?"
The scarred up human heaves his hulking shoulders in a semblance of a shrug. "Mebbe. Sometimes we ferget that rule, when our competition's a little too rough, heh. Whattaya say? Think you landlubbers can take down Heavy Huldren and his boys?" He flexes his muscles for the gathering crowd. Already you can see bets being placed - many of them in favor of the apparent house favorite.
Ol' Salty whispers to the group "I'm only got a few spells left, but Lil' Fisher anI can still help. If ye'n can talk em down, I'd be a preferrin that."
Suny continues to smile at folks, though she does still frown a little, "So.. who's be your selfs agin, then?" She again asks the Half-Orc lass.
Looking towards those who're being all 'belligerent' she frowns, "So... there weren't no need fer all'a runnin' about then.. If'n folks can jus' walk up an' ask fer a spot?" Then she blinks and looks to Reijo,
"Here? Is we all a 'Crew' now?" She whispers.
Bellamy comes up, gasping for breath.
"Did I win?" He wheezed, hands on his knees.
"Ye sure did there Bellamy. Congrats!"
"Woo-hoo!" No-eyes crowed, fist pumping into the air.
Then he sniffed the air, and wrinkled his nose.
"Blast it! I smell Reijo. Damn that crowd at the bridge! Whenever I tried to push through, those scrubs kept turning me around so I'd end up at the base of the bridge again."
Suny waves from the balcony to Bellamy, Lil' Fisher and Salty. (^_^)
... for all their years, elves don't seem t'ave much of a clue.
(^_^)
This bunch of local thugs dares to stand between Reijo and his gold? Big mistake...
If it be th'only way me gets the treasure, the angry sailor thinks to himself when Suny asks if they are a crew now, "Aye, Saucy, we be." Reijo now looks over his new "crew" with a grimacing grin as he lights up his pipe.
Blowing smoke into the hulking human's face, "Aye, Holeinhead. Let's be settlin' this in the ring then."
And to Bellamy, the salty sailor remarks, "Speak fer yerself, Blindey. Yer elder arse be stinkin' scorefold after'at long sweaty run."
Minutes pass as the two 'crews' arrange themselves at opposite ends of the God's Revel ring. Though perhaps never meant to hold quite as many people as it was right now, it was still a good fifty feet across and depressed into the floor just enough to keep the truly messy bits out of the onlooker's lunches.
Onlookers who had been piling in by the masses for the past few minutes. Words that Heavy Huldren (the reigning champion!) would be taking on a few of Rum Punch's finest revelers was drawing festival goers in by the bucketful. The God's Revel was mostly standing room only, though the balcony was left mostly uninhabited. Probably because Captain Lanteri had arrived and scared the rest of them away with a single stare.
"Alrights," calls the half-orc woman from Lanteri's side. "Folla' the rules as much as ya care. No killin' er whatever. 'N whichever'a ya comes out conscious is winning the spot, aye? For all y'all. Gonna regret that one..."
Lanteri offers a boisterous laugh in response. "Hah, Yamtisy! This is even better than a race for finding our crew! Whenever you're ready, have at it!"
Ol' Salty has been in many brawls before, but mostly when he was a fair bit younger. On his feet right away, he focuses in on himself and says the following in aquan.
"Oh great'n'terrible Gozreh! Please give me n me crew a boon so we might beat these fools and sail yer sees!"
A blue aura erupts from Ol' Salty and touches each of his allies.
No-Eyes staggers forward, hands feeling about.
"Will no one take pity on a poor blind man" He asked aloud in a tremulous voice.
Lissane 30/30
Huldren 49/49
Orc1 37/37
Orc2 37/37
"Ya hell with ya, blindey," spits the short one. "If you're in the running fer the treasure, yer as capable as any sighted man!"
The halfling draws a pair of short blades and dashes a few steps forward before sending one of them at Bellamy. It comes dangerously close to the man's feet, sticking into the stained floorboards with the ring of steel. The little one grins at the blind man, taunting him. "So's stop playing around and let's do this fer reals, aye? I'll act like you ain't blind and you act like I ain't a third yer height!"
Suny skips along happily with all her new found 'Crew'. (^_^)
In the 'ring, she looks around at everything inquisitively, still smiling happily at the folks arraigning themselves on the other side of the sand.
Even smiling and waving up at the captain standing on the balcony above. (^_^)
Once the 'Show starts', she looks across at whom ever is squaring off against herself and simply skips towards them.
"Hey-YA there!"
Lissane 30/30
Huldren 49/49
Orc1 37/37
Orc2 37/37
The pair of half-orcs step forward to greet Suny, one clenching his fist while the other brandishing a heavy looking club that has already been stained a rusty brown across its head.
"Shaddup elfie," growls the unarmed one as he dashes forward to meet her, his fist flying for her jaw. "Yeah, da treasure's going to Huldren!" The other follows just behind, bringing the club in low to try and knock Suny's knees out. The quick elf ducks backward and practically does a backflip as she nimbly evades the two clumsy attacks. The orcs growl their discontent.
Giggling and bouncing on her toes Suny replies brightly, "Which one of ye be Huldren?" Looking from one Half-Orc to the other.
Reijo sizes up the other crew with a scowl. Seeing blades come dangerously close to Blindey, the sailor figures all bets are off as far as the "no killing" rule goes... and he grins a most fearsome grin.
Looking at Huldren, he moves in, drawing his axe and cutlass, twirling them as he goes. As the big man is about to make his move, Reijo ensures he is in place to interfere... by blowing hot ash from his lit pipe directly into the big man's eyes!
"Now yer crew be havin' a 'Blindey' ov yer own!" he snarls in his gravelly voice as he cough-chuckles at Huldren's suffering.
Round 1_____
No-Eyes squawked as he dodged back from the thrown blade.
"Well now, so that's how it's gonna be, scrub? Well then. Let me tell ye a story..."
He fires a Color Spray at the two guys in front of him.
Nhati sighs. "Another brawl," she says. "I suppose it's a sacrement for the Drunken Hero, but, still...."
Tai the the parrot flies back and stays well clear of the fight.
She sees Bellmany fire off a Color Spray and nods appreciatively. That's one of her favorite tricks. Thinking of defense, however, she casts a Mage Armor spell on herself, hoping that this will keep her in the fight longer.
Lissane 30/30
Huldren 49/49
Orc1 37/37
Orc2 37/37
As Bellamy unleashes a burst of color across the faces of the two half-orcs, one of them shields his eyes and avoids the brunt of the attack. The other takes a face-full of magic, his eyes glazing over as he stands stunned and confused.
"I'm Huldren, lass," grunts the human as he steps forward, pounding the mace in his hand against his blistered palm. He raises his weapon as Reijo darts in closer and fills his face with burning ash. Huldren shoots an expletive at Reijo as he frantically pats at his eyes, swinging his mace blindly to get the pirate away from him. Unable to see, he stumbles forward and ends up prone at Reijo's feet. The crowd erupts into shouts of encouragement and hisses of foul play.
Vik will draw her rapier in combo with a move to get next to Huldren, then swing at him.
Seeing as how he wasn't blinded, it's just normal.
As Reijo floors Huldren and blinds him, Ol' Salty chuckled. That's the kind of move that he would have pulled off back in his youth. He decided to give Huldren a little taste of magic while he was on the ground, just in case he got a lucky swing on the young buccaneer.
As he prepared a new spell, he looked down to Lil' Fisher.
"He ya go Lil' Fisher. Give this to the one kissing the floor eh?"
With a blackened hand, Ol' Salty patted Lil' Fisher on the head.
As Ol' Salty transfered the spell to Lil' Fisher, his teeth darkened slightly. Then, weaving between the fighters, the sea otter tried to touch the downed Huldren.
Touch of Fatigue: Fort save DC 14
Fatigued for 4 rounds
Lissane 30/30
Huldren 49/49
Orc1 37/37
Orc2 37/37
(-4 range included)
Lil' Fisher trots across the floor and delivers a cold, debilitating touch to Huldren. The man twists and turns as the otter approaches, as though ready to lash out, but seems otherwise unaffected by the magic.
"So Blindey and Oldey are fulla tricks, eh?" The halfling laughs, then dashes along the side of the ring as she draws another dagger and sends it flying towards Ol' Salty. "Ain't no room for that in a real fight!" The blade sinks deep into Ol Salty's leg, sticking in hard.