Diablo looks entertained watching Ariella.
"Wow. Looks like them noble women are quite experienced at swallowing! Don't forget the gag reflexes, hehehe"
Diablo looks over to Lanusha.
"Hey Lanusha, don't forget to give her the 15th step - a pearl necklace while ya at it."
As a priest comes near him with the vial, he flicks his tongue at the priest in a cunningulus gesture.
He drinks the vial and begins to take his time gargling and blowing bubbles.
"Hey priest! Stroke my throat!"
In a spectacle, he tilts his head up and begins to regurgitate the liquid like a squirting fountain and swallow.
He looks around the room.
"Who wants to swap?!"
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To the drow he comments. You'll not provoke me dark one. I am only a servant of Gorum, nothing more. If I were a braggart, or maker of false claims I might feel the need to dispute with you. He meets her gaze with his golden orbs. Instead of instilling strife, you might try to strengthen this group. If the Dragon speaks true, and you do not die too soon, then your life might one day depend on my actions, or the actions of any present.
To the Dragon. Your words inspire. I say to you that if I fight beside you I will not let you fall if I may prevent it, and will fight to my ability to save our city.
When the potion is brought forth the Aasimar looks closely as it is being administered and tries to recall what he has heard about it.
Not recalling anything at all about it, and having little choice, when in turn it is offered to him, he drinks.
Alic bows his head to the priests and accepts the drink, frowning at the others' banter, especially at Diablo. One should not make a farce of ceremony... Even if it is just ceremony.
Alic braces himself for whatever effects these "tears" will have.
Dragon bows to Azrael.
It will be my honor to share the sands with you in protection of our city.
The door opening draws the dragon's stare.
Time for the tears already... he waits to receive the mixture.
Ghillana gives Ariella a wink and laughs at Diablo.
Kneeling, she also waits for the white fluid to be brought and fed to her. She takes the draught without complaint but doesn't swallow it.
Lunging forward on her knees, she slams her head into the priests groin before jangling to a sudden halt at the end of her chains.
To Hit vs Touch AC: (edit: forgot to add in bonuses: total to hit is 23) Damage: 1 + 4 = 5 non-lethal
Laughing, she rises to her feet and visibly swallows.
Fort Save:
Diablo laughs watching the spectacle.
"Ooooooooh. Now that's what I call - busting a nut!"
Lanusha smiles at Ghilanna kick on the priest and Diablo insults.
Laugh while you still can infidels. You will understand in a moment. Enjoy.
As Lanusha started laughing, his laughter seems to take on an angelic tone as it drowns away into your subconsciousness. The gladiators feel like being cradled to sleep by God, wrapped up in a warm luxurious blanket that shields them from all their worldly fears, angers, and pains. A certain mental sedation manifests as a generalized feeling of tranquility...Things that would otherwise be major concerns can be waved away as it does not matter if death comes for them or not...
The gladiators now fell on the floor sedated and placated as they enter into a state of euphoria, laughing and gleeing at every silly thing. The priest whom Ghilana hit pick himself up and kicked Ghilana in the groin.
Satisfied, they turned around and left the room.
After what the gladiators stirred from their state of euphoria, the withdrawal symptoms started kicking in. The gladiators feel a chill in their bones as there was no explanation where there were feeling cold in a stuffy and hot room.
Their throats parched with thirst and they feel dehydrated as their stomachs rumbled and a gnawing pain seeded in their guts. They broke into a cold sweat as their joints now feel stiff. More importantly, they felt a overwhelming desire to take the white substance once more to soothe their ailments.
After which, there was a shudder as the ship landed with a loud boom. The whirring sound of the ship died after a few moments. At that moment the doors open and Lanusha the 14th opened the door and laughed as he observed their sorry state.
So how was the experience? Relishing good ain't it? You will be slaves to this until we decide otherwise infidels! Pick yourself up for we have reach the Thronestep, home of the Living God.
The iron masked priest each rushed in and picked up the gladiators before unshackling them. The wobbled in their steps as if they have not used their feet in a year leaning on the priest and guards as they marched out of the flying ship.
They squinted the eyes as bright sunlight pierced their sight before the city horizon surfaced before their eyes. a sprawling metropolis as the city stretches as far as your naked eye can see. Buzzing crowd can be seen as the streets as they proceed with their daily routines but obviously the air carries a festivity season as they anticipated the arrivals of the representatives of the various nations flying in via the flying ships.
In the blue sky above, you see other flying ships flying in bringing their sacrificial cargo for Razmir. There was an imposing tower of odd shape in the center of the city.
That infidels is the Ivory Tower. Home and grave for you.
As the gladiators began to make their way towards the Ivory Tower, the houses are all decorated with the flag of Razmiran. as the crowd started lining up observing the gladiators. The faces of these citizens have small face paintings at the side of their cheeks of the mask of Razmir and some of them wearing fine noble clothes wear a stone grey mask to denote their social status. There were mixed reactions from the crowd, some hating, some laughing, some adoring and some just passively looking on as if observing sheeps being sent for the slaughter.
Soon the gladiators entered into the imposing shadow of the Ivory Tower. It was a huge structure about 5,000 feet wide and 1,000 feet tall. It was made of pure ivory and it was said 100,000 elephants were hunted and killed for their bones and ivory tusk to build this tower. As they entered into the tower through a small tunnel by the side as they walked up the stairs into a large room with a huge crystal chandelier in the middle of the room.
Stay here infidels! Your arena manager will be here shortly to address you.
So how was the experience? Relishing good ain't it? You will be slaves to this until we decide otherwise infidels! Pick yourself up for we have reach the Thronestep, home of the Living God.
Diablo tastes his palate. His eyes glazed over in a state of euphoria.
"Yea...I don't think those were Razmir's tears. You can get pregnant on this stuff."
That felt good, but this is f*cked. Why in the all the gods' names have I gone and made myself a junkie? How are we gonna get off this stuff if we win the games? Swirling thoughts about addiction combine with the thirst and hunger to leave Ariella unresponsive to the impressive sights of the city and ivory tower.
What kind of ass-hat would kill 100,000 animals so he could have a big playhouse? F*cking Razmir... she thinks, sneering openly at the tower before her.
Garris has small smile at the site of the tower. He now sees in front of him his path. He looks to the people and starts to muster up a performance. Realizing he doesn't posses the strength or proper words he decides it best to wait until they witness his greatness, only then will the name Dragon be on their tongues.
Greetings!!! Oh praise Razmir!! We have an excellent stock this year!!!
A woman wearing a large hat with 3 large plume feathers attached to it walked in clapping her hands gleefully. Her face is powdered with thick make up with large pink eye shadow covering her entire eye. Her lips were painted bright red as it split apart in a smile revealing 2 rows of pearly white teeth. Her eye lashes are long and fluttery. Her lavender scented perfume overpowers the gladiators as it filled up the entire hall.
My name is Genevia Lockhart but you may just call me Miss Lockhart. I am your arena manager and I will ensure that the crowd will love you! The more they love you the more they will keep you alive...
Trailing off she looks at the lethargic bunch and smiles.
Ahhh...Tears strucked are we??? Looking for this??
Genevia pulls out a vial of the milky white substance.
Tears of Razmir...a gift from God. Manna from the heavens..win your battles and this will be plenty for all of us..
Genevia opens the vial and pours the content down her throat. Licking her lips..she shudders in ecstasy.
Hmmm I have an extra vial...anyone??
will save
"I'll not be a slave to that poison. I prefer booze, the stronger the better! SSSS-SSSS-SSSS-SSSSSSSS"
"What kind of god has to force weakness on his slaves?" Ariella says shuddering at her involuntary reactions to the substance.
Alic, used to the effects and aftereffects of drugs, poisons, and hallucinogens from his time with the Red Mantis, stumbles down the hallway. The Tears are stronger than most of what he's had before, and as Miss Lockhart offers more of them, he slowly nods his head, although the mask he still wears prevents his facial expression from being seen.
Garris meditates for a moment then opens his eyes and looks back to the lady.
So you are to manage us then. How will you make the crowd love us? Are you really here to just be our baby sitter? Dragon need no one to look after him. Fate has already determined the winner of these games. All that remains is the enjoyment the crowd gets from watching me best my opponents. Now if your done pushing that stuff, what use full information might you have
His nares flare when he see's the vial, and growls, actually raging, his body bulging underneath. After a bit, he stops moving, trembling with impotent rage, though the actual rage has ended. "Someone will pay for this..."
Diablo gropes and grasps for the vial.
Will Save (Whew!)
He stops.
"Not!"
"Hey Miss Lockhart, nice hat by the way.
Diablo grabs his crotch and pretends to be all giddy and genteel-like.
"Can I interest you in some Diablo Tears? Hooohooohooo! A gift from the undergods. Mana from hells. Treat me well and there will be lots to go with your makeup. Heard it's good for the skin, hehe."
Genevia squeals in excitement when some of the gladiators scrambled for the vial and broke it in the midst of their struggle.
Well as Arena manager my roles is to dress you up! Tomorrow is a big day as the entire nation of Thronestep will be attending the opening ceremony. You know what they say, first impression last!
Besides that, I will be the main spokespersons to requisite supplies and gears for you on behalf to Lord Omega..though he is definitely not the easiest to work with, so far none of the nations placed under hiim even survived the Immortal Games.
Looking around to make sure no one hears her. She whispered to the gladiators.
You see I just manage the team and your well being, information on your match up and so on...but its the Priest that is charged over the nation who decides the setting of the matches. When you have a match up with another rival nation, the 2 priest meet up and decides the odds against the nation they are charged with...well Lord Omega is particuarly heavy handed in his methods...you know...he is bad for my career as arena manager...but...that's where my ingenuity and determination comes in!!
Genevia Lockhart beams with smile.
I Genevia Lockhart, arena manager of Tymon will be the first arena manager ever to win the Immortal Games leading a team charged with the infamous Lord Omega!! It will look very very good on my credentials!! Bet Miss Sophia can't bet that!!
She giggles and beats Diablo on his arm.
Oh you disgusting fellow!! Talk like this and I may have to spank you!!
Genevia recovers herself and then gave a serious look at the gladiators.
Now to serious matters however, I would require you to dress up. Hmm what team shall we give for the audience tomorrow? Oh! before i forget! I am suppose to announce the captain of our team!
Genevia opens her handbag made of leopard skin and took out a scroll of paper.
Miss Areilla Moiraine, a noble! You are the captain of our team!
Genevia claps enthusiastically and looks at the gladiators expecting them to respond in kind.
You get to wear this too in battle to indicate your captainship.
Genevia pulls out a black iron mask modeling after the stoic face of the Living God Razmir; its forehead bears a diamond-shaped ivory ornament said to come from the Living God’s own mask.
To activate it, you would have to say Glory to Razmir.
So captain Areilla, any suggestion to our theme for tomorrow? It can be anything really..fire, death etc you know.
Will save
Gilanna's eyes narrow at the mention of dressing up but she says nothing.
"If we are to fight tomorrow, where is my mount? He won't be able to fight if you've fed him, nor will he be able to fight if you gave him any of these 'tears'."
The Mantis turns its head to face Genevia as she mentions dressing up. "I will wear this," it intones without emotion. "Non-negotiable."
"As long as you keep the ale flowing, I don't care what I am wearing as long as it isnt too restrictive."
Ariella just stares at the colorful woman with a look edging on horror. "Captain!? Really, must I?" she looks around at the motley crew trying to imagine a theme that would unite them all. "I have no idea how we should dress up...we're all so different. Besides didn't you just say that's your job?"
"we could just fight naked. that'd be a sight! SSSS-SSSS-SSSS"
Yes! It's mine alright! Just wanna be sure you do not have any ideas...well if you trust me...I never tried this before you know people always associate sweat, barbarians violence with Tymon. Maybe a little something to bring out your goodness? You know the sensitive side? What about angels??
Oooohhhhh!!! That's so pretty!!! A real halo!!! Alright it's set then we will do angel theme!!! I will prepare the wings!!! I am so excited!!
Genevia runs and tries to touch Azrael's halo
Ariella looks like she wants to crawl into a hole and die. "If you believe that would be best."
Alright preparations!! Preparations!! Let me show you your place of residence!! Come on follow me!!
Genevia Lockhart opens a petite pink floral umbrella and runs forward, periodically looking back to make sure the gladiators are following. They entered a cosy large hall with 10 beds each with a private chest beside it.
Alright sweet dreams!! Food and refreshment has been prepared at the dining table so do help yourself. Haha!! Yes your mounts are stabled and fed, nasty bite that one...and you may help yourself to the wine Snake boy.
Genevia waves and did a cartwheel out of the room.
The Mantis moves to the nearest bed, the middle of the northern row, and unstraps his crossbow and quiver, laying them on the mattress. He still wears his sabres, though. "I suppose this is where we make small talk and bond?" he says, his voice not particularly humorous. "I am called the Mantis. You may refer to me as such."
Ariella will make trip to the ladies' room to read the note. After memorizing it, she tears it up into little pieces and swallows them. Returning to the barracks, she sits down next to the drow and begins to eat. "So what brings someone like you to the surface? Did you come here specifically for the games?"
Upon hearing the angel-themed suggestion, Diablo belts out:
"HEY! Hey! That's no fair! I'm already an angel. That's not enough of a role-playing challenge!"
Diablo bends over.
"I even have a big brown halo to prove it!"
"I am called the Mantis. You may refer to me as such."
"Mantis? Hey is it true that a female mantis bite off the male's head when they mate? Because it would really suck being you."
Diablo goes over to the table and gorges down some food. He listens to Ariella making conversation with the drow.
"Hey Cap, who cares why she's here! If you wanna get down on some hot lesbo action, just cut the formalities and get to the point like this!"
Calls out to the drow.
"Hey Elf, let's be bunkmates because I want to do these things with you."
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After rambling off his list, Diablo grins.
He turns to Ariella.
"Oh by the way, you can join us."
Garris sits down at the table.
I am Garris, the arena and sands have deemed me Dragon. It must be the tattoo. Really a fascinating creature dragons. Well at least if you believe all the writings and the stories. Anyways as said before I am here for our city. Ariella it is good you are an archer. Captains seem to get targeted. Its hard to discuss tactics until we know what we are facing, but a chicken with no head runs around recklessly before dieing. Study the mask, make then your targets. We all excel in some sort of martial combat, but rely on each other. No hero stuff and we will win this. Call on my aid if needed I will do all I can to get to you. That is for all of you.
Garris has a small meal and reflects and listens to his companions.
The name be Riggar. Aye, and I am a student of martial arts. I specialize in holds that immobilize me enemy, and stop them in their tracks.
Roggar will eat a small meal, even for his stout size. After the meal, he will meditate on his bed for an hour before going to bed.
I suggest we get well rested tonight, who knows what or who Razmir will throw at us in the arena.
Nissk will eat food and drink quite a bit.
"My name is Nissk, but no one really calls me that. they call me the snake, or the drunk snake, snake drunk, whatever. Doesn't matter to me. I am what I am. Like the dwarf, I am a martial artist as well, but I specialize in a system of rapid strikes and counters mirrored by snakes fighting. Also, I drink a lot before and during combat. Makes my movements unpredictable, and my strikes more painful."
He proceeds to drink the crappy ale out of his waterskins and fill them with wine.
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The Aasimar takes a cot next to Dragon and begins to clean and stow his gear. After his gear is stowed he eats a small meal with a single glass of wine. In turn he will say I am Azrael. I am new to the arena but even I know that one of the challenges is to work together as a team. Each of you, no matter how good you are, will be better with a strong ally at your back. I can fight with this sword and bow, but am focused on the lance. You will meet my mount soon enough. In addition to fighting I can heal wounds, mine and yours. With that statement he gestures at the drow with an open hand, palm up, and his halo brighten as her bruises heal and any fatigue she feels is washed away.
Holding the mask, he studies it for a brief moment. Does anyone know what enchantments these hold?
"Unfortunately not, especially since I have to wear it."
coming to the table is a skinny fellow appears to be dressed in plain clothing he begins to clean the table gathering any dirty dishes and pauseing to ensure everyone's mug is full.
after cleaning he places a bowl of warm honey sweetened oatmeal in front of Ariella
Here ma'am I am sure this will stick to your ribs
Passing message that I am Styx