Taking Gunnom's first hit, Misthing taunts her attacker, "Hah!" and then immediately takes a second punishing blow, "Oof!"
She shudders as her Orcish blood surges and retaliates with a single attack.
The feeble attack swishes past Gunnom's face, but fails to connect, and she completes a graceful spiral to the ground, where she lies like a sack of potatoes.
Drunky will attempt to throw Lil Jake.
19=14+5. 1d6=4 (if Str is used as heavy thrown weapon then 9)
"Hey, why are you picking up that halfli- oh. I can't believe you did that. I mean, I was going to do that." Tallis then takes a tankard and sips from it gingerly.
Drunky will attempt to throw Lil Jake.
19=14+5. 1d6=4 (if Str is used as heavy thrown weapon then 9)
Jakie is thrown 15'.
Jakie must make a DC 15 acrobatics check or land prone.
AS the goon throws me through the air, I do a flip and land on my feet.
Acrobatics check: (1d20+10=24)
"Nice try skunk breath," I say cheerfully, "I used to let them chuck me twice a day at the monastery."
"Damn, foiled again." *snap*
AS the goon throws me through the air, I do a flip and land on my feet.
Acrobatics check: (1d20+10=24)
"Nice try skunk breath," I say cheerfully, "I used to let them chuck me twice a day at the monastery."
I'll do the round, wrap-up tonight. Sorry.
Lil' Jakie struggles against the idignity of being grappled by beer-breath.
The Drunk Monk retains his grip and throws the halfling 15'. The halfling lands on his feet.
Gunnom drops Misthing to the ground. She lets out one last howl, either attempts an attack or strikes a pose (it's hard to tell) and falls to the ground.
Tallis takes a sip of ale and watches.
I leap nimbly past the chair in front of me, around the table, and kick up at the lush that had the temerity to lay his hands on me.
"NOISY CRICKET!"
Attacking the Drunk: (1d20+5=19)
Damage: (1d4=3)
My foot connects yet again.
"Take that you miserable excuse for a monk!" I say indignantly, "If you're going to wrestle with a halfling, make sure to take him out when you get the chance."
"Drunk! NO! You'll pay for that, halfling!" Tallis then sends a kick towards the halfling's head, just barely missing.
1d20+3=17
*barf* "s&~*... I knew this beer would slow me down. Ah well, good fight Jakey, I plan on seeing you next time, but then, I will be ready."
*passes out*
"oh, yeah.. ahem... Avenge me brother!"
*passes out*
Gunnom, having no immediate contestant at hand, reaches over to grab the char nearby , keeping it ready as to throw it on the one monk standing, if the others resolve their fight.
I attack Tallis, landing a well aimed fist at his legs, hoping to cripple him as he had hoped to do to me.
Fist Attack: (1d20+5=25)
Confirm critical: (1d20+5=20) ^_^
Critical Damage: (2d4=6)
Having landed a telling blow, I leap back away.
"WOOT! NOISY CRICKET!"
"But I never even hit anything. Forgive me, Drunk."
Tallis then collaspes onto the floor.
"Is you an me now, hansome! I first fight you, then play with you! Now sit." Gunnom says, before throwing the chair:
Ranged Attack with chair ( 0 Base, 4 DEX, -4 for range) (1d20=4, 1d6+3=6)
Appearently Gunnom does not really want to hurt her charming contestant.
I leap up onto the table , and stepping lightly on my toes, I prepare myself for further action.
"Come and get me," I snarl, as I notice the form of Misthing, lying prone on the ground.
"Oh, you table-dancin for Gunnom? Gunnom like to watch! Now I need beer." With that Gunnom leaps over the railing, down on the table , more graceful than anyone had thought the half-orc to be able , grabing the beer stein while landing and taking a sip, while turning to face the halfling.
While the half orc is still posturing, I leap from my table and sprint directly at her.
"NOISY CRICKET!"
Charging at Foe: (1d20+5+2=21)
Damage: (1d4=4)
I turn my charge into a leaping, spinning kick that hits just as hard as possible before landing gracefully in front of the table.
As my opponent staggers, about to fall, a grin breaks out on my face as I taste victory within my grasp.
Hearing the halfling charge, Gunnom spins around, seeing the foot of the attacker comming right at her face. She feels the pain of that hit, but manages to blow it away just to attack her opponent once more:
Orc Ferocity attack (1d20+3=4)
Gunnom really does not want to hit the halfling it seems.
Hearing the halfling charge, Gunnom spins around, seeing the foot of the attacker comming right at her face. She feels the pain of that hit, but manages to blow it away just to attack her opponent once more:
Orc Ferocity attack (1d20+3=4)
Gunnom really does not want to hit the halfling it seems.
The half orc it appears is not quite done and as I duck under the ill-aimed blow, I see the half-orc fall.
"NOISY CRICKET WINS!"
As I said, I need a day or two to upgrade Gunnom. Will post as soon as I am ready.
500gp looks good, some nice stuff you can spice up the fight with.
Your Zhufan (master) calls you into the small room that serves as an office. He sits on the floor behind a low table, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
"Thirty years ago, when I was a little older than you, I was a student of the 'Flashing Koi' school. My master, Zhufan Gadarra, was the most famous in Absalom and beyond. I had many rivals at the school," he looks remorseful.
"One day, the Zhufan, announced a contest. He placed a valued artifact -- The Brass Knuckles of Troll Smacking -- on a pole in his water garden and announced that the students who could claim them would receive great honour. In pairs and groups we fought against each other. After much fighting, the brass knuckles were lost to us."
"The master gathered his students together and scolded them. His three favourite students he spoke most harshly towards. 'You,' he said, 'are a noisy cricket. Chirping and chirping but saying nothing.' To another 'You are like a conniving frog. Hopping around taking what you want from others'. And to one other 'You are like a monkey leaping from tree to tree playing with yourself and flinging poo.' We knew he was so harsh because he loved us so much. He said finally 'It would be better for me to put food in empty bellies than knowledge in such full heads'."
"And with that he closed his school and opened a fish restaurant. He promised that our students would have a chance to redeem our honour."
And with that, your Zhufan lays down the paper he is holding. It reads, "Bring it."
"Ooo-ooo-ooo-ahhhhhh! It's on, fish-bulb!"
Standing tall, I smile and say, "It would be an honor to bring this treasure home to my school."
"Bring... what?" Gunnom asks shyly.
"Yes, Zhufan. We will reclaim your honor. If not, then at least I can claim my vengeance."
Yeah, what he said.
You arrive at the restaurant owned by the famous Master Gaddara calledFull Belly, Empty Head.
There are many bridges and tables but you spot instantly the one you should be moving towards.
In the center of a tranquil Koi pond, laced with bridges is a platform with room for a table and eight chairs.
A thin 13 foot high bamboo pole rises up vertically from the table. Balanced across that bamboo pole is another bamboo pole. On each end of it, perched rather precariously, is a copper bowl. These, no doubt, contain the brass knuckles of troll smacking.
"A fine and tranquil place. I just wish we had time for a leisurely lunch..."
An eerie melody plays out over the restaurant. As you turn to look for the source of the song, you see a two men standing in one corner of the area. One has obviously had his share of alcohol before the fight, while the other is wearing a large hat and is playing the music on his flute.
"Jakie, did you hear that little song I just played? It's the leitmotif of your doom."
"You play very nice Mister Large Hat man. And that's a very nice flute. Would make a nice trophy."
I smile cheerfully.