"He was a nobody until a month ago. Think he got lucky with Dugan myself."
Oro-Tu grunts in reply, somehow doubting that. "When I finish with him will let you know if that is true."
He also tosses Dugan a gold piece for whatever drinking it will afford him. The tulita is rather unconcerned with drinking, but knows that people like Belok and Ivar are fond of it, and acquiescing costs him nothing.
If Aurora or another cleric can patch up the wounds Oro-Tu sustained, he will sign on to fight another round. He also looks to see if there is a potion vendor, considering some of the fighters are using them before entering the ring. If possible he will pick up a bull strength.
Belok looks at Aurora's symbol. "Don't recognize this. Who is it?"
When Ivar comes too, broken ribs and a caked bleeding cut above his eye for his effort, he goes to watch over the gear hoping Aurora is well. After putting on his gear he picks up Oro-Tu stuff and goes to watch him fight against. Seeing he's won one fight and preparing for another he says
"Glad to see one of us is winning, have you seen Aurora, maybe she should patch you up before you fight this elf."
Good job Oro Tu and Ivar, both of you did better than me, think your a bit on the tougher side, I was holding my own, just needed to use some of my spells to buff with, but it was not to be.
I think I should have been allowed to do healing as long as I don't exclude anyone, which means even the opponent would get healing, then we could see who is more skilled. I will do some healing for you guys no problem, but I am done for fighting, I have a bulls strength for you also if that will be allowed. Oh guys, If you are looking for your stuff, its in my haversack; didn't want to leave it laying around.
I do like to celebrate with a drink now and then, it is a past-time of my people, having good ale, Dwarven that is. As for my God, he is of the North, he is a god of retributive justice, if you have a good cause against evil and want them brought to justice to answer with blood, then pray to him and he will aid you, I will show you how to ask Falkenjagger to help you.
"Ah, vengeance. Bowbe knows vengeance!"He gives you a smack on the shoulder.
"Beat that elf Oro-Tu. He looks like a no good lawyer!"
"Good job both of you. I thought you had that one, Ivar. One more and he would have fallen." Oro-Tu smiles and thanks Aurora as he feels the internal wounds mend. He prepares to jump in the ring again as soon as they give him the go ahead. He nods to Aurora when he is ready for the bull strength, then looks to his opponent with a fierceness in his eyes. He also places another bet with the winnings if they let him, 100gp.
"Many know vengeance it seems. Very popular." he responds to Belok, laughing. He then leaves to the ring.
Varion charges at you with a feral grin making him appear totally fearless and certain of victory. As he is using it as a free action he cannot demoralize you with it.
Oro-Tu is a bit taken aback, but mostly because he is not understanding the bravado with such a slight blow. But perhaps this is a trick, so he is wary of a trick.
He lets his anger take over, and swings repeatedly with the same fist.
( just in case he notices something passively)
Oh it's lethal, he has seen your resistance to non-lethal attacks.
fort save DC 13 or 1 point of strength. It is energy damage so it bypasses DR.
Yeah, you have no idea what he is doing or why.
Grunting in surprise at the slap from the elf, Oro-Tu hauls back a fist and throws his full force into it, and then kicks at the elf's gut.
You miss on the kick. Or should I say you do no damage.
He touches you again
another fort save.
Oro-Tu starts to realize what the elf is about. Some form of magic is being used. Whatever it is, there is a solution to witchcraft! He attacks with even more ferocity, knowing that he is battling something supernatural. He jabs at the elf, then brings his hands together and slams them down over his head.
He is down. Oro-Tu advances, wins 100 GP on his bet and another 100 GP for his winnings. Ivar collects 7 GP.
Oro-Tu roars in victory, hopping out of the ring and rubbing the small stings on his torso and arms.
"Well, Belok, you were partially right. He was using some sort of magic. I could feel it tingling my spine. Did not save him. Not sure how Dugan lost to him."
He winks at Ivar and Aurora, collects his winnings, and then takes Belok up on that offer of a drink, knowing that both he and the other two would appreciate it.
Belok leans over to you, "You know everyone is going to try and kill you now with that invulnerability thing of yours."
Belok turns to Ivar, "I wouldn't start anything in here. See that half-orc over there. That is Jin. I used to be top dog around here until Jin got here. With or without weapons, he is tough."
Oro-Tu grunts, "Learned young how to ignore a blow. Wrestling sharks will teach it to you. You think they try to kill me, or you mean in the ring?"
"Mostly, but I would not put it past some of these people." He leans into Ivar, "And what do I look like huh?"
Oro-Tu chuckles, and claps Belok on the shoulder again in parting, "Well, we must be off. There is a ghost to slay somewhere nearby."
He makes sure all his gear is in order, collecting any he forgot to retrieve from Aurora, thanking her for watching them. He waits patiently until both are ready.
Noticing how tired Belok looks, he risks asking a delicate question: "Something wrong, Belok?"
"You's got your own ghosts to fight, now git!"
Oro-Tu nods a farewell, knowing not to pry in a warrior's affairs.
With that Belok passes out at the table. It is clear the only thing he has been fighting lately is a beer bottle.
"The Tulita people are the heart of the Razor. Even though you are an outlander, the spirits of our land whisper that you were a hero to the Razor once and that in spite of the hardships our land has inflicted on you that you will have the opportunity again. This is no mere mercenary mission. Much as it pains me to admit to an outlander, our people need help. Of course we will compensate you for your expense, but can we not bestir you to throw your own heart behind our quest?"
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"I like and respect your people, but I am not into charity. My husband played the hero and all it got him was a watery grave. So for me its gold up front and the piper to pay please:) We leave on the morrow then? High tide is at five bells."
Natalie looks up at Lady Razor. "Me doesn't talk much Mi'Lady. As much as yes a woman after me own heart, gold first, the hearts and minds of the natives be a valuable resource when ye least expect it. I am sorry for your loss."
"It is a two day trip. Just one of many Tulita Islands that dot the Razor around here. Nothing special about it as far as I know."
Silas nods. "You'll have the money when we leave. It'll be good to watch your ship in action as I seem to have become a captain and I'll need to get together a crew soon."
Silas waits to continue conversation with Bethany. Before going to meet the others he tries to do a bit of research into Kakeou and recent events.
Oro-Tu shrugs, "Don't hunt ghosts much, should probably wait for others."
Three tribes of Tulita dwell on Kakeou:
The Whistle Tops are the keepers of the shrine to Dolphin and are led by tribal elder Honalu, a deeply pious man whose vanity is only overshadowed by his pride in the glorious shrine to the Dolphin his people tend. Only the piety of a devoted servant of the gods impresses Honalu.
Hard Shells are the keepers of the shrine to Grandfather Turtle and are led by tribal elder Lai’kua, a brave warrior woman who takes pride in her martial talents and her warriors. She is impressed with martial prowess.
Ridge Backs are the keepers of the shrine to Whale and lead by tribal elder Tal’ou. Tal’ou is an intelligent and sensitive old man who takes in the whole picture before speaking his mind.
"Shall we begin with the Ridgebacks when we reach the island? It seems that elder Tal'ou might be able to present us with a balanced view of the situation."