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76 posts. Alias of Roidrage.
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Hashar proceeds to drink his night away...
Hashar smirks at the other team and them points to Ruby, "The little one did most of the work, must possess the blood of a giant or at least a bear." He gives a gut buster laugh, then turns to Ayla "Time to drink now? Or more contests to go win?"
Str: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Init:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Hashar nods to the bartender and accepts the ale then after taking a drink of the ale, he comments "Those lads need to be taught a lesson in defeat. You have my strength little one." He raises up his ale to her and takes another big swig.
Hashar steps over the passed out man at the bar, "Give me a Dragon ale, and what ever this proud fighter wants." The half-orc motions to Alya.
As he waits for the Ale, he responds to Ruby "Little Pup, who are you facing?"
Thanks for the heads up Azure, I hope everybody has a great weekend!!
As Ayla leaves for her fight the half-orc decides ale can wait and moves to the ring to watch the final fight. While the battle between the two skilled women rages on, Hashar studies the two like a predator would his prey. "Next time Ayla, victory will be mine."
When Ayla gets hit me the final blow from Alkaid the half-orc waits to after the large brawler stands up, "Great fight Ayla, let us both partake in a test constitution. First rounds on me."
"Give her hell, proud warrior!" He gives Ayla a salute, "Tests of Strength can wait, for now I seek a test of Constitution." Hashar grins as he moves towards the bar.
Ayla Noya Valerius wrote: Ayla takes his hand and replies
"Who knows maybe, we could spare again sometime to improve ourselves, as most folks don't put me on the defensive."
"Indeed, only few can handle my strength. I will be up for sparring in the distant moons."
Hashar shakes his head as he regains consciousness, as he looks up to the large amazonian and gives his devious tusky grin. "You fight like a mountain lion, fierce and cautious. Ayla is it? I am proud to have met and fought such a strong opponent, my tribe is in much need of one such as you!" He offers his hand to her.
Hashar moves out of the way of her attack and counterstrikes.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Hashar dodges another strike from Ayla and gives a wild strike of his own.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Hashar moves out of the way of her counter strike and brings down his sap on Ayla.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
As Ayla barrels into the half-orc he howls, "Worthy one are you, but that priestess is mine!"
Strike:: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage:: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
With a feral grin the half-orc follows her into the ring.
Init:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Hashar looks up at the towering woman, and smiles. "Indeed you are, and it will be a great one! I hope you still have some of that ferocity saved up!" Then gives her a bow.
Ayla Noya Valerius wrote: Ayla after watching the fight
"Looks like who ever is in the finals will be having a hard time against her."
Hashar gives a howl of excitement, "Bloodlust rising, I can't wait for this next challenge."
Gencon was awesome, still recovering hehe.
Your fine Azure, were lucky that you stepped up! Also I forgot to tell you guys that I will not be able to post the rest of the week since today starts GENCON!!!! Very pumped, I'll post early next week!
"Blood of Warrior! It will be a honor to battle with you." Hashar says to Noya.
As his opponent goes down the Half-orc raises his sap and roars in victory!!!! Then gives a nod of respect to the fallen Rodrik then leaves the arena, watching for his next prey to fight for the right to take him on.
Hashar launches another strike.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Hashar moves out of the way and tries for a wild strike.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Oh man were exciting lol.
Hashar moves out of the way of Rodrik's attack, and brings his sap onto the guard.
Attack:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Damage:1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Hashar gives a feral grin as the Rodrik swings wide and tries to take advantage of the moment.
Attack:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage:1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Hashar takes the hit, and gives out a snarl as he strikes back with his sap.
Attack:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage:1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
The half-orcs cheeks redden with a mix of anger and embarrassment, "Let's just get on with it!" Hashar grunts out.
Init:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
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Hashar snorts at the guard, "We will see how far your boasts will get you in this fight." He growls at the man.
Intimidate:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Hashar looks at the two women with a little confusion, "We are all just meat to a larger predators." Noticing he might of been missed heard like he does with this tribe a lot, "See your actions show your blood is strong, though arena are good for sharpening skills but the real fight is with survival."
Sorry I posted this last night but it looks it got eaten up.
DM Azure_Zero wrote: I can see that as well, but given his; stats, skills, race, Class, achetype and what I can get from his back ground, it does fit the character.
If his character has been McDermit, the Hermit, for a good number of years, and doesn't interact much with other people,
you'd not know what is proper to say and what is not proper to say, along with proper timing and other social rules.
Correct there Azure, that's his personality.
"A prime pick of mates, for any looking to father grand warriors." Hashar chimes into the girls conversation. "This place seems to breed strong fighters, that's one of the reasons I have come here to find a pack worthy of me."
Hashar shows off his tusks, "I just hope you regain your sense of feeling after this match, har har."
Hashar grabs a sap as well, swings it around a few times then moves next to Kit and nods his readiness of the match.
Are saps provided?
placement: 3d4 ⇒ (3, 4, 3) = 10
Hashar reveals his tusks in a devilish grin, "I don't intend to push you over ,but will find out how far you can fly." The orc gives a hardy laugh after his retort to the fierce halfling.
As the bulky have orc waits for the tournament to start, he calls upon the powers of wild and his upper torso grows as his nose flattens. "When shall our contest begin?" He snorts at any the closest guard to him.
Kit Fights-Like-Badger wrote: Another successful weekend of zombie slaying lol
So how will this tournament go?
Glad to hear the undead went down without a fuss for you, hehe.
If Aaron doesn't show up, I would say do a quick recruitment for a healer and skill monkey. Hashar can heal a minor bit as well, but the way his personality is he might be too focused on it.
"Better not to be over confident little Kit, Har Har." The half orc friendly taunts the little halfling.
I will join the tournament as well.
Hashar has been there a year, he's usually in a competition with Kit for Trapper trade. He studies how this tribe functions being different beings.
The big half-orc watches the tribe of Trunau, though he didn't care for the purpose of the hopeknife he still was respected how they stayed united. As the crowd cheers Hashar gives out wolfish howl.
Thanks Azure your the best!!
Hashar bursts in after Ayla, gripping a pouch of newly won silver. "Barkeep Dragons Ale for myself, and drinks for my team."
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What am I Freya chop liver!? Hehe you all have fun! While Freya and I hold down the fort.
No need to restart on my part, welcome back and how did the party go??
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