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Indeed, her saves are a bit underwhelming as of now... Thank you guys. Next three items are all yours! (besides, it they happen to be weapons or armour, Ahnika wouldn't need those anyway)
Ahnika watches D's boisterous performance with restrained amusement at the half-orc's antics; in stark contrast, she turns silent and focused during Darnak's turn, her eyes scanning his every move. From their sparring sessions, she knows the dwarf can hit as hard as her if not harder, so in some cases, a different approach might be needed... "Make sure they take notes, Hou" she says light-heartedly as she enters the competition. "Teacher Ahnika is going to give a lecture on breaking things."
Upon hearing her opponenent's surrender, Ahnika stops her fist in mid-air and bows respectfully to signal her acceptance. As they're escorted out of the Arena, she channels her powers to administer a round of healing to herself and her comrades.
She sneers at D's innuendo and is obviously amused by the half-orc's bravado. "Big guys, big words" she says. "Care for some friendly competition, D? Let's see who needs less attempts to break them all..."
With her opponent being mercilessly pounded into unconsciousness by Darnak's fist, Ahnika turns around to finish off their last foe.
Ahnika sprints though it looks as if she has taken flight, her feet barely touching the slippery ground as she rushes towards the human monk engaging Darnak. With a thunderous warcry, she ends her charge in a flying kick aimed straight at her opponent's torso.
Ahnika's celestial blood boils as the Devilspawn casts his spell, and she clenches her teeth as the hail bruises her once flawless skin. Ignoring the pain, she switches into a combat stance and moves to stand besides Deathless , a bulwark against the onslaught. As she the half-orc bellows his challenge, she invokes Falayna's might upon herself.
"How 'bout: 'The Fantastic Four'? Believe it or not that one just came ta me. It's true. I wouldn't lie."
"Storm Furies? Hmm... The storm part surely fits you and Darnak, and I'm getting more and more furious the more time passes before we get to knock someone out; so you've got my vote."
"The Four Furies? The Storm?"[/s] suggests Ahnika as she streatches her arms. [b]"Still, I second your feeling, Darnak. We came here to fight, not to write poetry."
Ahnika enthusiastically makes her way towards the pavillion besides Darnak, eager to finally prove herself in combat. "I hope it's us" she muses in response to his inquiry. "I didn't find much competition yesterday, and I've been itching for some action! She stands right behind the dwarf as he signs the contract, and soon she adds hers in a flowery, elaborate signature.
”Sorry” answers Ahnika as she goes, feigning offense. ”I won’t stand being the sloppy second.”
"A dragon?" she utters almost in unison with Darnak. "This tournament is sounding more fun by the minute!" she elaborates instead, cracking her knuckles. As she watches Risha walk away, Ahnika seems vaguely amused by the whole ordeal, especially by D's clumsy attempts at flirting. "On second thought, D, keep doing what you were doing before" she says with only the vaguest hint of a smile on her lips. "It's obvious your belligerency wasn't making us as many enemies as your charm." With no-one else left to converse with, Ahnika leaves her seat and starts mingling with the crowd, keen on asseing the competition's mettle by challenging anyone willing to a friendly armwrestling competition.
"My body is a weapon I consecrated to my Goddess, and she in turn grants me her power to strengthen my arms and overcome my opponents. Without it, I'm a martial fighter not unlike Darnak or Deathless here, though it pains me to admit it, not quite their peer" Ahnika says in response to Risha's inquiries. "Falayna blessed me, and only took my tongue and my eyes in return" she muses, phasing out for a moment as if talking to herself. She quickly snapos out of it. "But enough talking about us. What kind of fighter are you? Who are your teammates?"
Rude Ahnika thinks and smirks as her bow gets no response. She has half a mind to simply switch language, but still, her gesture would have been clear enough, and if they chose to ignore it, that'd be their loss.
"There's no need to alienate every single contestant in this room, D" she whispers in a gentle, charmign tone. "Let's have some fun, and leave the fighting and posturing to tomorrow. Please? Pretty please?" she pleads. "I mean, it's not like there's a chance we won't win this anyway, right?" she grins, in one of her usual displays of unwarranted bravado – the kind that caused more than a fair share of trouble in the past.
”Names Risha. Yes we are here to win this year's tournament.” "How serendipitous. Name's Ahnika, and we're here for the exact same reason. Let a fair fight decide whose voyage has been for naught, then" she eagerly says.
None of the tattooed people respond to faceless, in fact they turn their backs as to not look upon him. Then continue to eat their food in silence.
Ahnika's dance is short lived as she notices Deathless getting in trouble with a tournament official who seems to disagree with the masked brawler's concept of "fun". Though that wasn't a terribly uncommon turn of events, and often she's been content to simply watch the subsequent brawl unfold while patching up any injured participants, she realizes the current context prevents this from being really an option. So, she almost imperceptibly rolls her eyes and walks towards the official to smooth things over just as Deathless's making his way upstairs. "It's ok, really, sir... officer. He's just an over-enthusiastic puppy holding no real ill intent. We'll keep an eye on him to prevent further... disturbances."
Deathless looks at her with wry eyes, "Aww..you never use magic to talk to me..." ”That’s because I don’t need it” she replies, smiling coquettishly.
Once upstairs, Ahnika takes a seat right in front of Darnak , but her attention is instead drawn to the team of heavily tattooed warriors sitting at the table right behind her . She whispers a few words asking for Falayna's blessing over the encounter and turns to adress them. "Heavens smile on our meeting. I am Ahnika, hailing from far Tianjin. I hope I'll have the honour to meet you in battle, just as I'm honoured to have met you in friendship today" she introduces herself, politely bowing her head.
"Why not?" she replies, half-pouting. "Come tomorrow, all those people will be our rivals, so today is our last chance to celebrate!" She punctuates her statement by starting an improptu dance, trying to drag Hou along in the process.
"If it's a puppy you want, I'll buy you one as soon as we win this little tournament, Deathless" Ahnika says laughing merrily, as she dances her way into the room. Her usually imposing frame – 6 ft. for 180 pounds, most of it lean, solid muscles and sinews – is probably her least distinguishable feature as she enters the tavern, populated as it is by the best and strongest martial artists in Tian Xia. Rather, it's her long, flowing hair, combed in a complex pattern of silvery braids, that's poised to captivate most of the onlookers' attention, floating behind her as she walks as if possessing a life of its own – a not-so-subtle hint of her celestial heritage. As for her figure and attire, they seem finely crafted in the wordly embodiment of Falyana's credo: that feminine beauty and martial might, far from being antithetical, are actually an harmonious whole of complementary blessings. Her clothing – a pair of ornate pantaloons, numerous silk sashes and a breast band – is studied as a perfect mix of practicality and aesthetics, highlighting her generous curves while allowing ample manoeuvrability in combat. "Though they are cute!" she exclaims once she gets a better view of them. "You said they're called goblins?" It's clear the Tianjing native has never seen one of them. Noticing Deathless's answer and intentions, Wong takes a hand to his front. "I have a bad feeling about this..." He meanwhile tries to take his companions to an empty table. "Let's try at the second floor, shall we?" At her fellow Heaven-blooded companion's words, Ahnika's interest in Deathless's antics seem to fade and her attention focuses back on her surroundings. She's never been particularly good at reading situations (something which has caused her more than her fair share of troubles in the past), but she knows that Hou is, and that following his advice is usually a good way to avoid getting caught in unwarranted tavern brawls. She emphatically nods at Hou's suggestion and rushes upstairs, enthusiastically grabbing her half-celestial friend and dragging him along with her if he allows her.
Since it looks like 3 out of the 4 of us picked Fate's Favourite as a trait, something reminiscent of the fact that destiny's supposedly on our side? Like The Coils of Fate? The Evertide if we feel like waxing poetic. Fists of fury? I like this!
Done (there was no space left in the string so I removed the part about darkvision). On that note, there's also a +2 bonus to saves vs. sleep, paralysis, and stunning effects I didn't manage to insert – though that's probably more situational. EDIT: there's also another header that can be found in my profile under a spoiler, it refers to her buffed stats. I'll copy it here for reference Monk 2 / Oracle 9 | HP 102/102 | AC 36 (Tch 24 FF 31) | CMD 39 (FF 34), +6 vs. grapple | F +14 R +16 W +9 (+17) | Init +4 | Perc +14 I was meaning to ask: will we be given time to prepare before combat begins? I'm talking in particular about 1 round/level spells, since I understand at level 11 1 minute/level spells last long enough that can be cast comfortably in advance.
Is this ^ ok? The number in parentheses next to the Will save is the bonus vs. charm and compulsion effects due to the irrepressible trait which allows CHA to be added intead of WIS. Also, CMD vs. grapple is 6 higher due to celestial obedience and improved grapple.
So to sum it up we have We might also try to interweave our background a bit to justify our initial interactions. For instance, both Darnak and Ahnika are practitioners of the Dragon Style. Maybe they met in a monastery in Tian-Xia that taught it? Or maybe he taught it to her? In addition, Ahnika and Hou Wong Xia are both aasimars, so they probably clicked naturally. (On a related note: Ahnika suffers from the curse of tongues, meaning she can only speak Celestial during combat. With Linguistics being a background skill, might it be worth having everyone understand it for better coordination? Not wanting to impose anything on anyone, just throwing this out...) Also, we need a team name! |