AoO against Lil'Jackie (1d20+7=8)
Gunnom sees the halfling suddenly come close to her, and out of reaction to her training tries to hit him, but pulls back in the last second, getting herself off balace.
Karr, now in the water beside Drunk Monk, lashes out at him with repeated blows. One of them connects.
Karr withdraws to hide under the platform.
Gunnom continues to dance with LJ but has begun to get frustrated at the halflings lack of willingness to give her some "skinship". LJ, feeling her pain, offers a blow to her head as evidence of his affection. He then attempts to tumble past her but has to leap back to avoid her blows.
Ilil continues to attempt the "Elusive Koi Maneuver". She hears chuckling coming from somewhere.
Drunk Monk sends a flurry of blows at Karr.
1d20+2=20, 1d20+2=19, 1d6+5=6, 1d6+5=6
Thanks Davi, just checking in, then a five-hour energy drink, and a couple more hours of studying :(
Karr falls down into the water. His head slips below the surface.
Gunnom, taken aback from the coming close of the halfling regains her balance, and punches her fist foreward, trying to hit Lil this time really hard.
Attack in round 8, MW Kama (1d20+7=25)
Damage Round 8 (1d6+4=5)
"Haha! Me hit you! now you go down!"
"Ouch, that smarts!"
I move back, out of the reach of both Gunnom and Illil and drink another potion, conjuring forth some more protection.
Ilil gives up on her search and goldfish-throwing and instead spends her turn pushing Karr out of the water.
Gunnom has finally given LJ a caress.
LJ downs a potion.
Drunk Monk and Ilil pull Karr's head above water.
"What ya doin wit him? He not our friend! Why help him?" Gunnom shouts in the direction of Ilil, while defending herself from any attacks the halfling would make.
"Hey you guys are alright!" I call out as I see them lifting my partner out of the water.
Meanwhile, as Gunnom, some ten feet away looks all prepared to defend herself, I quaff my last potion and look down into the water to see if I can spot a glint of the 'prize'...
LJ:
The water is very murky with mud stirred up by Ilil's moving about. You are not able to see anything too clearly.
AoO round 9: (1d20+7=17, 1d6+4=10)
Seeing the halfling letting his guard down while getting his potion drunk, Gunnom swings an fist in the general direction of the small one, not really aiming carefully enough to hit him.
"Now what? We fightin' or huggin' us?"
"No hugs... NOISY CRICKET!"
I snap my foot up at Gunnom's face, brushing my hairy foot just past her nose and then move back and away from the half-orc.
Ilil and Drunk Monk manage to get Karr up on the walkway.
Gunnom and LJ continue to spar.
"Hmmm, I must really be drunk. Saving the man I just punched out..." Drunky can only shrug, much to the joy of the studio audience.
A single handclap peels so loudly that it feels like you've been rapped on the head with a quarterstaff. Looking up, you see an old monk standing on top of the wobbly post that the beam fell off of earlier. Despite the thinness of the post, he stands comfortably on one foot.
"Fools! You are no better than your masters."
"... Who this man? He really good..." Gunnom lets out, letting her guard down in surprise.
"Ha! It was this brute that threw the prize in the water without a thought for caution," I say and then I snap another kick, over the water at the half-orc.
"Ha! It was this brute that threw the prize in the water without a thought for caution," I say and then I snap another kick, over the water at the half-orc.
"Focus!" yells the old man at Gunnom. "You let your guard down for a moment, you let it down for a lifetime."
Irritated by the old men lecturing her, but getting that he is something of a tutor, Gunnom gets her arms back up to defend herself.
"It not hurt much. He hit like mosquito sting."
Her head snaps up as she hears the old man.
Tanglefoot bag super-attack!
Ranged touch = 9.
Her head snaps up as she hears the old man.
Tanglefoot bag super-attack!
Ranged touch = 9.
"Hey Drunk," I call out, as I nimbly dodge Gunnom's feeble attempts to defend herself, "Help me with this big lug and... oof... her partner and then maybe we can find those knuckles without their... uhg... goof-ball antics messing us...huh... up anymore. I think if you breathed on them... it would greatly help... incapacitate them!"
Drunky hears nobody. He is completely focused on the newcomer. His mouth hangs open in appreciation If he is right, this is the legendary Mr. Fweng. It would be an honor to meet such a prestigious person... no.. god!
"I am Gaddara. Your Zhufan once called me Zhufan. You have shown no more wisdom than them. Your heads are too full. Full of need. Full of certainty. You are not wise enough to be trusted with the Brass Knuckles of Troll Smacking. Leave my home."
With that, Zhufan Gaddara, steps off the pole and gracefully slides down to the top of the table.
Gunnom understands not much of the little speech of the old one, but the last sentence was pretty clear, even to her.
Without further thinking she turns her back on the scene and goes to where she came from.
With a courteous bow towards the owner, I reluctantly trudge over to assist my beaten partner out of the establishment.
"Ooohhh. So he used to be our master's master? I don't want to get a beating, so I'll leave. Sorry about your fish pond. They're cute."
Drunk shakes himself back to real life. Damn, it wasn't Fweng. Oh well, Drunky looks around for the closest standing thing to hit, and does so.
Flurry of Blows:
1d20+4=22
1d6+4=8
1d20+4=24*
1d6+4=6
Confirm Crit:
(1d20+4=8
Drunk shakes himself back to real life. Damn, it wasn't Fweng. Oh well, Drunky looks around for the closest standing thing to hit, and does so.
Flurry of Blows:
1d20+4=22
1d6+4=8
1d20+4=24*
1d6+4=6Confirm Crit:
(1d20+4=8
Zhufan Gaddara slides along the bridge barely touching its surface and knocks Drunk Monk unconscious.
"These posts are very well-crafted. Damaging them in anger is ... lacks ... it demonstrates a lack of maturity. Please take your friend back to his Zhufan."
"How embarassing."
"And take your other friend!" calls Zhufan Gaddara.
Time passes.
Your embarrassment at the 'Full Belly, Empty Head' restaurant would diminish if you didn't realize how much it hurt your master to see you fail in exactly the same test he failed.
Zhufan Gaddara does not communicate with you again so it surprises you when you receive a leather envelope containing a map to the legendary Old Arena, a key, and a set of rules:
(1) No magic.
(2) Do not kill.
(3) Only one may exit.
(4) Tell no one -- the invitation is for you alone.
The Old Arena is in a location known only to those masters who fought there over 40 years ago. It has been closed since before you were born and your master will not discuss the reason.
"Finally, a chance to redeem myself for my past failures."