Drunky glares around suspiciously. He hadn't drunk too much tonight, for he understood the importance of the night... If any... Anyway, he had only had a couple beers with some pals before heading down. He should be fine. The arena? Sounds... bloody...
*Burp*
As he sees the others enter, he sees some familiar faces, but there are some new ones. It would be interesting to seem some newbies try their hand at brawling. He calls out:
"Hey! I don't need this, so the winner gets it!" Throwing the 1.5K he was planning to save up for weapons, before realizing that a real monk used fists or any piece of wood laying around.
A short feminine looking man can be seen sitting crosslegged by the southernmost entrance meditating until the commencement of the contest.
He appears to be ignoring the others, but inwardly he knows exactly where everyone is and what they are doing.
A short feminine looking man can be seen sitting crosslegged by the southernmost entrance meditating until the commencement of the contest.
He appears to be ignoring the others, but inwardly he knows exactly where everyone is and what they are doing.
Lord Flash and Karr:
I will assume that you have trained at the same monastery as Karr the Choleric and are here because you intercepted a message meant for him. Reading it, you saw a golden opportunity to make a name for yourself and went to the legendary Old Arena in his place. It fits your backstory and may become important later.
Gunnom enters the Arena () to look around as well.
"Hmm... Now what?"
Don't worry, get what you need to, done first.
Here I am, loaded with a bandolier of alchemical goodies!
Here I am, loaded with a bandolier of alchemical goodies!
You have found the arena by following a map that led you into nondescript alleys, behind shabbily built wooden structures and rubbish bins, down stairs and then along a long corridor. As you neared the end, you saw several tightly locked and reinforced wooden doors. You know to ignore these because an opening at the end of the hall reveals a warmly lit room beyond.
Arriving at the end of the corridor, you look in on 'The Old Arena' -- a room 95' by 95' in size, with 12 posts, several entrances, and a large pool in the center. A stone block stands in the middle of the pool. It was used as a test for monks for many years but was abandoned for reasons none of your masters will speak of. You know from rumour and myth that sections of the arena were trapped but you know little more than that. The traps are rumoured to be moved between tournaments.
I take a five foot step into the room, looking around carefully, dancing nimbly on my toes as I prepare myself for combat.
"Hey, it looks like we're all here. Well, except for that guy. I don't know you." Tallis says as he walks out, pulls out a bag and assumes a combat stance.
"Hey, it looks like we're all here. Well, except for that guy. I don't know you." Tallis says as he walks out, pulls out a bag and assumes a combat stance.
Ilil draws a smokestick and ignites it on a nearby torch, moving to C10 before dropping it on the ground.
Lord Flash watches some of the others make their moves, before moving swiftly forward so as to be more aware of anyone incoming towards him.
Cheers
Lord Flash:
Dr Tarren DM:
Dr Tarren DM:
** spoiler omitted **
Lord Flash:
Sure. It would still be done on the grapple after the pin condition has been achieved, i.e., 3rd round. Just a warning though. I think we have found CMBs to be difficult to achieve. If you have the right feats and bonuses, it may be feasible.
Gunnom is still curious as to what happens next and takes only a small step foreward (), keeping her guard up ().
Dr. Tarren DM:
So, can I use the masterwork kama from last round? Is there a penalty for using it with the padding?
Gunnom is still curious as to what happens next and takes only a small step foreward (), keeping her guard up ().
Dr. Tarren DM:
** spoiler omitted **
Gunnom:
The damage it does is now non-lethal. ... It is a bit of a clumsy rule but it is the one that the scenario proposed and I'll stick to it for simplicity.
Six monks enter the old arena. You notice that it is surprisingly clean for an arena that was outlawed several decades ago. Lanterns hang from the twelve columns shedding light over the whole arena. Someone has been using it for something. The floorboards creak beneath you and you recall hearing that any part of this floor can be turned into a trap and that when monks fought here, they never knew where the pits would be.
"Hey drunk, sorry to smell you again," I quip to the intoxicated monk but I don't move to attack him, having experienced the horrors of his breath before. Instead I move diagonally across the room () and while still bouncing on my toes, I ready myself to be attacked.
Lord surveys the area and notices Jackie moving in his diection. He takes out a small bag and throws a handful of small shiny objects onto the ground in Jackie's direction.
If Yes: Ilil throws the tanglefoot bag back at her attacker.
If No: Ilil throws her own tanglefoot bag at her attacker.
"Hey drunk, sorry to smell you again," I quip to the intoxicated monk but I don't move to attack him, having experienced the horrors of his breath before. Instead I move diagonally across the room () and while still bouncing on my toes, I ready myself to be attacked.
As Jakie steps between the two posts, he hears a click just in time to leap forward and avoid a dart that flies from one pole to the other.
Lord Flash:
You notice that the floor beside you (K5) is suspiciously charred. It also smells of a chemical smell. ... All others, I expect other players read the spoilers but that their characters don't. ;-)
Drunk moves to S7 in a straight line, and still using full defense.
Perception: 1d20+2=13
The Drunk Monk takes one step before the floor opens up beneath him.
Lord Flash carefully pulls another bag from his sack and spreads more shiny objects on the floor between himself and Jackie.
"Whoah, bad day, bad day," I mutter as the dart flies by me.
I almost decide the safest course of action is to stand still and wait until everyone else has fallen into a pit, but I don't. Instead, I leap towards the new monk, one I don't recognize, charging between the caltrops to attack.
"NOISY CRICKET!!!"
"Whoah, bad day, bad day," I mutter as the dart flies by me.
I almost decide the safest course of action is to stand still and wait until everyone else has fallen into a pit, but I don't. Instead, I leap towards the new monk, one I don't recognize, charging between the caltrops to attack.
"NOISY CRICKET!!!"
Acting last, Ilil seizes the opportunity of her successful return of the sticky bag.
She takes the direct approach, C11-C12, and then punches at Tallis with nonlethal damage.