Jehova's Arena (Test) (Inactive)

Game Master Jehova

This is the place for in-character conversation to take place, representing the arena fighters' mess hall, rooms, hallways, etc. When the full arena is up, out-of-character questions/answers will occur here (in spoiler tags), as to not bloat the recruitment page. There are wards in place against the combatants interfering with one another during their down time, so this is really just for building friendships and rivalries, gaining information about your opponents, and being a jerk to one another. Most downtime is assumed to be spent training and thinking up ways to be more effective in combat, but feel free to show off more of your character's personality here also, their hobbies etc.

Bruno and Esmarelda trot into the stables from their latest victory; bloody lance still dripping with gnome. A lopsided grin is plastered across Bruno's face. He slides from the saddle and waddles on bowed legs to a barrel of water. He dunks his head in up to the shoulders before starting to work the blood and other bits off his lance with a rough, woven cloth.

Kyrian wanders into the mess hall, looking around uneasily at the other combatants. After a moment, he situates himself in an unobtrusive corner of the room, away from the majority of the crowd.

Tail twitching now and then, he produces a somewhat ragged book. After flipping it open and finding the page he's looking for, he begins reading.

Rolg drags Bruno (sans the big, ugly dog) across the dusty, smoky common room shared by the arena combatants. He spots Charan and the two stomp (in usual dwarf lead-foot style) to stand in front of the monkey martial artist.

Rolg slurs out a few unintelligible dwarven lines, then points to Charan. Bruno shakes his head and looks over at Charan, relaying that Rolg thinks they have unfinished business. Instead of looking angry, Rolg grins. Apparently an incomplete challenge is no fun at all.

Bruno, in spite of protesting slightly for appearances sake, doesn't mind being interpreter for his 'cousin'. He had witnessed the draw, and knew that the battle was far from over. Whatever challenge Rolg demanded, Bruno would be there to ensure the result was suitably honerable and drunken. Because everyone knows, if you can't kill a man, you can at least make him wish he were dead in the morning.

Charan arrives, balancing what appears to be.. 25 mugs balanced on a tray in a pyramid as though they were shot glasses.

Sliding the glasses down in front of them at a table.. "First one to thirteen if you can still stand after thirteen."

Charan arrives, balancing what appears to be.. 25 mugs balanced on a tray in a pyramid as though they were shot glasses.

Sliding the glasses down in front of them at a table.. "First one to thirteen if you can still stand after thirteen."

Bruno quickly translates, Først 1-13 hvis du kan fortsatt stå etter tretten.

Somehow I missed that this thread actually existed…

So how's this work? what are we actually rolling? Just a Con check? Or a series of fort checks (one per drink)? Or what? (your suggestion in the arena game was one single Con check, that what you want to do?)

It's quick to do one con check, result being how many drinks you guzzle. That's why I want to do one roll and then leave the rest to roleplaying. It also leaves room for funny circumstances like rolling a 1 and barely taking 3-4 drinks (presumably because the monkey liquor doesn't agree with one's stomach if it's you, or because poor Charan never had a chance in a drinking contest with a dwarf. Or if we both roll a one and then Bruno laughs at our unconscious bodies and drinks all the remaining drinks.)

Cool. :)

Rolg grins at Bruno's translation, and grabs the first mug... whichever one is closest.

So, single roll. Want me to roll it in the next post? :)
Or do a throw-away post so thre's no room for roll previewing? :D

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Charan matches the dwarf's grin, setting his tail around the handle of a mug and pulling it to his lips in time with Rolg.

Whoo! At the very least, Charan's not going to embarrass himself. Except that he already does that job for himself very well. :P

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 <--- BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Classic!

Rolg slams down three mugs in rapid succession.

He reaches for the fourth, then pauses with a grin.

He holds up one finger, giving a I got this face to the monkey, then Bruno.

He breathes in for a deep belch...

.. then his eyes roll back and he slumps down, hitting his head on the way down.

It's a shameful day to be a dwarf.

Charan storms through his side of the table, tail flicking back and forth with a practiced agility, 13 drinks downed before Charan knows what hit him.

After the thirteenth, his win decided by the crafty obscure Vanaran liquors chosen, his tail fetches the fourteenth, which collides straight into Charan's face rather than poured into his mouth and splashes alcohol all over the face that is still set in his gloating victory, arms crossed. The mug clatters to the ground, Charan's tail and left eye twitching, otherwise frozen.

"Yeah... I'm awesome..." He falls to the side like a statue, nearly slamming into the ground before his hand shoots out and catching himself with a hand.

"This totally counts as standing!" He defends himself from no one and everyone in particular as he stumbles backwards on his his hands out of the room to find the restroom.

With your con modifier, I think you manage a far more respectable 8 before falling on the ninth.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Bruno breaks into a loud laugh as his cousin collapses. He shoves Rolf off the chair with a camel-dung encrusted boot before taking his place and lifting a mug in each hand. He gives the monkey a wicked grin before slamming drinks down at a prodigious pace. As the monkey stumbles off Bruno hits 12 without slowing pace. Just before 14 (13? It's hard to count when you're seeing triple) he suffers from a belch so extreme that it knocks him clear of his seat and into the chair behind him, knocking him out cold.

I was playing off the suckiness of the roll itself, but either way... THE MONKEY IS VICTORIOUS! ALL HAIL THE MONKEY, KING OF THE DRINKING GAMES!!!!

Elated after his latest battle, and with questionable substances circulating in his system, Jack, still in beast form, goes running at full speed through some of the hallways around the arena, weaving around other combatants and sliding into walls on some of the sharper turns.

He barrels through the commons, hopping some empty tables, and a few occupied ones, finally leaping onto one and coming to a full stop, though his momentum makes it screech across the floor some distance.

He looks around, tongue lolling out of his mouth and panting for a moment, then yells, "Why is there nothing to do around here when people aren't killing each other!? Aghhh!"

Feels like this place could use a bit of action, even if it's just a drug-addled werewolf running around like a crazy person :P

Bruno is sitting a table away, protectively cradling a pint of ale. He snatches one of his spares at the table and strides up to jack.
Ye need a calm, pup he says and offers the mug.

Jack looks at the mug a moment, seeming contemplative. "Hmm... I'm not so sure mixing alcohol with chromium trioxide, potassium fericyanide... sodium... thiophosphate, or uh... several other things that I can't entirely remember right now, would really be the best idea." Names via Google.

He drops to all fours, staring at the mug. "Then again, I've never really tested the combination before, and I have always found testing to be the most surefire way of identifying major chemical reactions, whatever they might be. So..." He takes the offered mug from Bruno, and stands at full height on the table.

"For Science!" he yells, before draining the drink all at once.

That should do it. That was the monkey-man's brew. Put both us dwarvesunder the table! Haha!
Bruno returns to his table and returns with a second mug and offers it.
From Cheliax. One 'o th best Ambers there is, supposedly. Tastes a bit of Demon piss, if'n I judge meeself.

"Ah, we're trying several then?" Jack asks, nodding to himself. "Yes, I suppose I'll only be staying like this for so long, it makes sense to try several now and see what happens. Process of elimination could sort them out afterwards."

He takes the second mug and drinks, more slowly this time. "I must say, that's quite clever. Very good plan. Are you a scientist, sir...? Ah..."

He thinks for a moment, tapping a hand to his head in contemplation. "Hmm, I've seen you fight before, but I can't recall your name. My apologies. I'm Jack," he says with a wide grin, offering a clawed and furry hand to shake.

Edit: I'll give him some constitution checks once there's been some time for the drinks to kick in, I suppose. Considering he chugged the first one and is already on a second, I suppose it shouldn't take long XD

Bruno raises his tankard in greeting. Bruno, camel herder

Jack smiles in admiration. "Oh, a scientist and a camel herder? I'm impressed!" he says, meeting Bruno's raised tankard with his own, before taking a drink.

"I can't imagine how you find the time for that, when I get an idea in my head I often spend hours following up on it. Camels, of course, must need to be taken care of and I'd likely forget all about them when I'm in the middle of some kind of experiment. Not to mention, I'm sure a lot of my experiments would probably prove hazardous to their health. Unless... are you trying to raise super-camels?" he asks, looking excited.

"Oh, that could be amazing! I wonder what could be passed by heredity between camels. Ah..." he thinks a moment, draining the rest of his mug now that his mouth is no longer preoccupied with speaking. By the time he finishes however, it's ready to speak more. "I imagine with the right modifications they could be bred to be more hardy, or course, resistant to hazardous environments - unless of course you've already done that. I'm sure it is quite simple, forgive me, that was a silly question, wasn't it?" he asks, laughing at himself.

"Of course! I recall seeing your camel spitting in battle! Have you modified that yet? I imagine acidity would be simple, provided you can increase the camel's restance to its own attack, but that would be simple enough. Of course, I'm sure there's ways to give it a full breath weapon of sorts, fire breath and so on, perhaps mixing its natural spit attack with a fire breath in order to make a fireball?!"

"Oh my goodness, why have I not thought of such things before, you are truly a genius! I hadn't expected to meet someone as learned as yourself here, you absolutely must tell me some of your thoughts. Pleeeaaase?" he asks, giving Bruno puppy dog eyes, of a sort.

That got longer than expected. Jack sure does ramble.

Bruno is completely taken aback. He glances around for a moment before scratching his beard thoughtfully.
Well, Me pap had 'bout twenty 'o 'em a few years back. Said 'dis one named Otis made some good broods, but I never dabbles much. Pretty close to ol' Esmeralda, see. Wouldn't want to hurt her feelins. Maybe someday she'll lem'me try t' magic 'er into some'in else.
Bruno says this as he goes back to his table and returns with a thick, black drink of unknown origin.

Let's see how Jack has handled the first two drinks.
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1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
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Ha! Well, he's hardy.

Jack regards the new drink curiously, seemingly still unaffected by the first two. "Oh, now what is this one?" he asks. "It looks potent. The others don't seem to have had any adverse reactions as of yet... Er, unless, I've grown something I wasn't supposed to and haven't noticed," he says, standing up and looking himself over, twisting to look at his back and such. "I seem to be in one piece and lacking any extra appendages, as best I can tell."

Edit: Meant to address Esmeralda, then forgot :P

After the quick check, Jack returns his attention to Bruno. "And so, Esmeralda would be your battle companion? You're positive you wouldn't want her breathing fire? No extra limbs for increasing mobility, climbing like a spider or anything? Nothing like that?" he asks, looking disappointed. "Hmm... Well, if you say so. If you ever think she could use some alterations however, I would be more than happy to assist you in it."

Bruno looks as if he doesn't know what to say. I never really concidered the option is all. I would really like t' ride 'er as a diff'rent animal. Maybe a Lion o' a Tiger. Think you could pull that off

"Ah, hybridization? Or, straight up transformation and polymorphism? Either way, I imagine I could likely get something along those lines working. Hmm... let me think, let me think," he mutters, tapping his head. He hops off the table, and begins pacing, while speaking partly to himself and partly to Bruno.

"As you can see, I already have some knowledge of biological reconstruction and transformation," he says, gesturing to his altered form. "However, it's taken quite some time working with small incremental changes in preparation of getting to the point that it is now in order to be able to alter between this state and my normal one. I could perhaps do the same for Esmeralda, though it would likely take some time so as not to cause system shock, debilitation, incapacitation, or... well, several other possibilities up to, and including, death."

"Treatment could probably start with a regimen of toxins and transformatives, to build up resistance to some of the more esoteric substances that would be required for such matters. A few non-invasive surgeries, leading into some... er, not non-invasive surgeries to allow for easier facilitation of the alterations required for such changes. I admit, I'm not entirely familiar with camel physiology, but I could probably figure it out as I go along - they must be relatively similar to most other animals, yes?"

"Well! I believe this could work out splendidly! Would you like me to get started now? Oh, though I suppose we are in the middle of testing my tolerance to alcohol as well. I could likely multitask however. It can't really be that difficult to make surgical alterations while intoxicated, right? Besides, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" he says, laughing.

Once he starts, he seems to have trouble stopping, and has to put his head down on the table to stifle the laughter. "Forgive me, I'm not entirely sure what I find so funny, but I just can't seem to stop. Ah, I wonder if these drinks are actually beginning to affect me. Oh, yes, those!" he yells, ceasing his laughter, and pointing an index finger up into the air. "Time! I've only gone through a few of those, and I am on something of a schedule here, I suppose I should likely get some more to see what happens. I can grab one to go, I guess, and afterwards, would you like to go experiment on your camel?" he asks, innocently.

Man, Jack is proving very fun to write for, gotta say XD

Bruno seems completely transfixed by Jack's monologues. He clearly doesn't understand it all, but that doesn't stop him from goading Jack on. He slides the thick, black drink across the table and stands.
Maybe a tester first. Ta get th' process right. Maybe try on a horse.

"Hmm..." Jack muses. "Good point. I suppose if we can find a way to turn a horse into a tiger or a lion, it'll be much easier to apply the same process over to a camel, assuming their biology is relatively close to each other."

He takes the concoction Bruno passes him without much thought, and starts drinking, still speaking whenever his mouth is clear. "Actually, I suppose if we can get the process done smoothly, we might be able to extend the end result through a sufficiently large enough population, and end up with an entirely new subspecies. Lion tiger camels... err, liger-camels? Tiger... tiger, liger... limels? Ligels?" He takes another large swig. "We might need to do some brainstorming on the name. Of course, a mish-mash of the corresponding animals as its terminology might be familiar to the layman's ears, but it's likely to be less appropriate for actual classification - that would depend on what the predominant traits are, I suppose, where it most accurately fits into the proper family and genus specifications. Felidae Camelus, perhaps? Hard to tell just yet, but we can probably take care of the nomenclature once we've got the hard work out of the way." He lifts his mug high, draining the rest of it, as if he hadn't even realized he'd been drinking.

Guess we'll see how he's doing after whatever crazy thing this is.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Eh, he could be better now.

"Well!" Jack says, jumping up. "Why don't we go ahead and... oof," he wobbles now that he's back up on his feet, before falling sideways, and stopping himself with one hand against the ground, with his head upside down and his body twisted between the chair and the floor. He laughs. "Ha, my balance seems to be a tad off. Ah, I suppose if I... um..." He looks around. "I'm not entirely sure how to get back up from here and blood seems to be rushing to my head at a rather quick rate. Perhaps I can... hmm..." He lifts one leg carefully, trying to find purchase while keeping himself from falling all the way to the floor, but fails. He loses the tedious balance he has and crashes to the ground, heavily.

"Ah, haha, well, that could have probably been a bit more graceful. Still, I'm alright, I'm alright!" he says, leaping up to get to his feet quickly, only to have his head crash into the table above, pushing it a few inches into the air before he moves back down and eliciting a yelp from him. "Right! That's there, too. Okay, yes." He gets up slower and more carefully this time, and puts his hands on the table for support before sitting down in his chair again.

"And... now I'm right back where I started. That wasn't the original plan. Okay, then." He places his head down on the table, rubbing the back of it where he hit the table.

Bruno is taken by a fit of chuckling at Jacks sudden lack of coordination.
Ye need to keep drinkin'!, he declares. He then wobbles off to the bar On his very bowed legs and starts whispering to the bar tender who nods carefully, takes a glance at jacks deteriorating condition, and shakes his head. A few coins later the barkeep seems to have a change of heart. He retrieves several bottles and flasks from various shelves and mixes them all in various portions into an opaque tankard. Bruno returns with said tankard and slides it to jack with a wink.

I get the feeling Bruno's just waiting for Jack to pass out to laugh at him and put shaving cream on his face or something XD

Jack looks up with a questioning groan at Bruno's words, and raises his head up as he comes back. His speech seems to have massively deteriorated in the short time in which his mouth was stilled. "That... the... person there. Looked like he didn't want to... give us drinks... I hope it... didn't cost you much... to convince him otherwise."

He takes the offered drink. "You... sir... ah, Bruno! Sorry, yes. You are proving to be a very good friend indeed. And very committed... to the pursuit of knowledge. I should indeed... continue drinking while I have the chance. We scientists... certainly must make sacrifices... for science... and all that."

With that, he raises the tankard high and takes a drink, grimacing. "Erg, these seem to be getting progressively worse. No matter. I believe I can do this. Just a moment." He pants a few times through his mouth loudly, suffusing his lungs with oxygen, before drinking again.

I think at this point, he could do with some penalties.
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8
Hmm...

Having drained a bit more than half of the mug, Jack looks at it with a bit of worry. "I'm... not entirely positive I can finish this... The room seems to be swinning, and spimming... er, swimming... and spinning and my face feels warm. And fuzzy. Actually, my face is fuzzy right now, isn't it, I suppose that part makes sense. I seem to be losing motor control and my vocabulary and enuncication... enunciation, if that didn't make it more obvious, seems to be degrading. I think... that might be... enough science for today..." he says, sliding the half-emptied tankard back towards Bruno, and placing his head down against the table, moaning.

A acid burnt halfling walks into the hall carrying a staff bearing candles and incense, putting out the candles he sets it down on an empty table and sits next to it.

"Wha-?" Jack says, opening bleary eyes. He is slumped down at the table him and Bruno had been drinking at, and after lifting his head up, he realizes he's been drooling on it for some time. Though his mutagen has clearly worn off by the fact that he is back in human form, he's either still under the effects of the drinks, or at least deeply hung over.

He slowly gets up from the table, leaning on it for support, and looks around, though he quickly lowers his head and shields his eyes, clearly not liking the light. He groans and starts walking, stumbling from one table to the next in the direction of the bedrooms, to sleep off the rest of his drinking.

well crap, forums ate my post..
Bruno rises from his chair where he was waiting for jack to come back to the land of the living. He sucks under his arm and holds him up.
C'mon now, lad. I got'cha.
He assists jack to the dormitories.

Ha, I was figuring Bruno just got called out to his match with Rolg sometime after Jack passed out XD

Jack looks around as Bruno comes over, surprised. "Ah! Doctor Bruno, you're still here. We... ah... what... were we talking... about?" He shakes his head a bit. "I believe... I may... need to go lay down for awhile."

He accepts the assistance and continues drunkenly mumbling as they go. "We'll... need to get started on... the spider camels... tomorrow... Tigers... with spider webs... and fire spit... With the right chemical mixtures, we could..."

Bruno listens to the mumbling on the way. This human had some wierd ideas. Of course, he wouldn't let jack experiment on Big E until it was proven he could deliver.
But what if he could deliver?
Bruno edges through Jack's door and unceremoniously drops him onto his bed.

A small human boy looking to be around 14 walks into the hall. A heavy white scarf covers his lower face and most of his ragged purple robe. He sits down alone in the corner and starts humming softly to him self.

In preparation for the full Arena, it's now time for Vironus to make his entrance. An image of his face can be found in his profile.

The entrance doors swing open, bright light beaming in, lighting the darkened corridors once more.

It's a fairly tall, chain and shackled human man. Dark hair, brown eyes and long flowing hair can be seen. He has a few good scars but his looks seem good enough to counter any negative points that would detract from his appearance.

Accompanying him appears to be a man of wealth, and within this man's hands are two small swords.

The wealthy man who looks of some importance speaks at the slave he escorts; I have spent time on refining your abilities and have paid good money for you, so fight well for my cause and prove to me that you have been a worthy transaction. I would not have my name tainted because of some petty slaves disobedience.

The wealthy man looks the slave in the face, regardless of the fact the slave shows little emotion while looking to the ground, seemingly hanging his head in shame.

Do this for me, and perhaps one day I will return the favour, by granting your freedom.

Still staring at the ground, the slave responds. Yes, Dominus.

Walking to one of the guards, the wealthy man hands over the two swords and says quietly but assertively Make sure Vironus only has these in the arena, before handing the weapons over and heading back over to the slave.

You'll be here for a while and when the time is right, I will let people know you fight for me and come to watch you in your battles when you have sufficient fame.

The wealthy man unchains and unshackles Vironus, continuing his speech.

You will have your own room here, and this Arena also provides a spacious training ground, which I highly advise you use regularly if you're to become a 'God' of the Arena, says the man of wealth with an arrogant and malicious tone.

As the slave is freed, the wealthy man violently pulls him towards himself, before whispering something into his ear.

Still with the same blank expression, the slave says As you wish, Dominus, before the wealthy man leaves through the same large doors he originally entered from.

Elmer walks once again into the hall humming quietly. He gives Vironus a quizzical look as he enters with his master.

With his Dominus gone, Vironus looks around and heads for the training area to practice his fighting techniques with the wooden swords and dummy's available.

Enters the commonplace his clothes still well maintained but slightly in need of work, he carries about him thin papers with scripture and symbols upon them, Half Mystical/Half mundane examining Vironus's odd fighting style with an analytical eye and silent criticism.