As the first two combatants to progress past the first tier of the pits, Rolg and Aurum are showered with praise in the form of being stuck right back in the arena to try to kill people again.
The two enter a swankiful new arena, Rolg from the north and Aurum from the south. There is a distressing lack of audience considering that this is the highest powered fight thus far, but the pit fighters are strong individuals who don't need the cheering of adoring fans to validate them, so they struggle on.
The dwarf swaggers into the new arena, giving a low whistle as he sees all the renovations. His nearly-square frame is decked out in all new gear; apparently the winnings have gone to his head.
Under his red-maned head, he's armored in a very shiny breastplate, a heavy steel shield strapped over his left shoulder. A few magical components hang from his gear: a spell component pouch, a focus, and a scroll case. In his spiked gauntleted hands is his customary long-hafted hammer , and a small army's worth of weapons decorate his body. It's a wonder the stout warrior can fight under the arsenal's weight. Lashed to his back are a pair of dwarven war axes, one his size and one sized and gripped for a giant. A foursome of nets hang from his belt, and what looks like nearly a dozen chakram are in easy reach of his right arm.
He drags in a few extra of the long-hafted hammers. Either he wanted replacements available or he simply couldn't figure out what to do with his excess gold. Either way, he leans them against the wall on either side of his arena entrance as he watches his opponent.
Without taking his dark dwarven eyes from the human, he bends down and picks up some of the sand, rubbing it between his hands before tossing the rest into the air and hefting his long weapon. He nods to the vacant seats and the man across from him.
Aurum walks calmly into the arena and immediately looks to his opponent across the way. The dwarf had an excellent reputation as a fighter and appears to be armed to the teeth. It is at this point that Aurum thinks he might have been better served spending a bit more of that coin that he had won.
He has a small vial in one hand and a strangely curved golden sword at his waist. He carries a multitude of small star shaped pieces of razor sharp metal as well as a small pouch. Aside from a long flowing cloak of black and gold he has little else as far as gear.
Stepping forward he gives a short bow of respect...while never taking his eyes from his opponent.
When the signal is heard, Aurum quickly lifts his hand and drains the potion in one quick gulp, disappearing from view.
"Tallene," Rolg grunts as he unslings his shield, stepping forward.
Draw shield
Rolg drops his hammer, draws a scroll from his case, and holds it up to read off a few words . The paper dries like the sun-baked husk of some long-dead bug and drifts away on a wind that neither combatant can actually feel.
Draw Scroll of Bloodhound
Use the scroll : Caster level check DC 5
Rolg repeats the scroll-casting process, otherwise remaining in place.
Activate Scroll of Shield of Faith
Rolg begins moving carefully around the north-east perimeter of the arena, skirting around the north side of the pillar, ready to strike out at a moment's notice.
If that happens to be within 5' of Aurum, spiked gauntlet attack.
Otherwise, move on around to H.17, along the east side of that eastern column
Perception
Spiked gauntlet (if it's used)
---> Hit (shooting for higher than 50)
---> Damage
All of a sudden Aurum bursts into view near you although he has doubled in size. Swinging his wicked looking sword he grunts in effort.
Damage
Sense Motive if needed for AC
The massive sword crashes off Rolg's shield, "Nå er vi får et sted!"
Then the dwarf steps backwards, muttering a few words as he tosses a pinch of wool at Aurum.
Cast Daze
Aurum pulls a small pouch from his bag and hurls it at the dwarf where it bursts in a mass of sticky goo.
Sense motive as AC if needed
5' step towards him.
Rolg's eyes widen as he gets rooted in place. Unable to get at the long-limbed fighter's core, he huddles defensively in place.
Seeing that the dwarf has been ensnared by the bag, Aurum grabs his sword with two hands and swings with a mighty overhead chop at the dwarf.
Damage =
The sword impacts the dwarf's shield with a bone-jarring power, but the shield holds. The dwarf growls out from behind his dented shield, giving the human a darkly challenging stare as he continues to test his stuck footing.
Arbiter can we get a ruling on this? I want to make sure I'm not getting an unfair advantage in the fight as it definitely makes a difference when it comes to my build.
Aurum continues his attacks against the dangerous dwarf, hoping to finish him off before he gets the chance to break free. He continues gripping his sword in two hands to get extra force behind his massive swings.
Damage
Sense Motive for AC if needed
Another loud CLANG resounds through the arena, this time accompanied by a grunt of exertion from the defensive dwarf. He continues testing the gooey entanglement as he holds his shield in place.
Seeing his attacks missing Aurum decides to change tactics a bit. Reaching out with his sword he attempts to pull the dwarf off his feet.
Sense Motive for AC if needed
The square-of-a-dwarf resists another attack, retaining his footing as he continues to try to work at the goop. He continues huddling behind his large shield.
Aurum, frustrated by his inability to hit the little piece of iron, tries a different tactic taking two big steps back.
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Aurum then charges back at the dwarf, swinging the sword with all his might, ending up in the same spot he just left.
Sense motive if needed for AC
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Seeing the tanglefoot bag beginning to crumble, Aurum drops back into a more defensive stance and attacks with one hand.
Damage
Sense Motive as AC if needed
Rolg shakes his head and spits out a tooth, taking a step back and casting a spell.
Cast Shield of Faith
Aurum throws himself back into the attack, fighting cautiously, moving right up next to Rolg and attacking him with both hands on the sword before dropping one hand off immediately after the strike.
Damage
Sense Motive as AC if needed
Once again the dwarf endures the crash of the huge blade. "Hvor lenge kan du holde alt dette opp, stor mann?" He takes another step back, looking for breathing room.
5' step back to E.17
Aurum keeps right up with Rolg and continues to try and pound cautiously away at the dwarf, waiting for that one good opening. After he attacks the magic that was boosting his size dissipates and he returns to his regular size.
Damage
Sense Motive if needed as AC
"Så, hva vil ellers skje hvis jeg kan overleve et minutt? the dwarf asks as he dives backwards in a clumsy roll towards his entrance…. defensively.
Move to C.13 (tumbling to avoid AoO's)
Acro
Aurum continues following Rolg around the arena, patiently looking for a slip up that he can exploit.
Damage
Sense Motive as AC if needed
Another attack crashes off Rolg's shield, which he keeps readied as he rolls back once again, this time around the north side of the pillar.
Move to B.11 (Tumble to avoid AoO's, if possible)
Acro
Aurum steps back, having figured that only an extreme amount of luck would win it for one opponent or the other. He takes his golden sword and salutes Rolg before bowing. You fight well my friend, I can see we have gotten ourselves to an impasse. Shall we walk from this arena brothers and together?
Rolg sees the opening and pounces..
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Rolg maintains his defensive stance as his opponent steps back. It's clear from his suspicious scowl that he understands no word of what Aurum says. He cocks his head to the side curiously, though, before he responds. "Du ber om en uavgjort? Jeg skal innrømme jeg ikke vet at å slå du vil være en enkel ting ... ved en lang skudd." Without fully dropping his guard, he suggests putting down his shield, tapping the axe at his belt and likewise pointing to the ground. "At vi skal sette ned våre våpen," He points to his own entrance over his shoulder before nodding to the entrance to the south, "... Jeg skal dra tilbake slik jeg kom, og du vil forlate gjennom der, og vi vil ta verken seier eller tap?" He shrugs and nods, "Jeg liker ikke å ikke vinne, men jeg liker å miste mye mindre. Og jeg skal være enig i det."
He stands warily as he waits for some form of answer.
Aurum, not understanding the dwarf either, nods and sheathes his sword. He looks up at the crowd and salutes as well. When Rolg points at his entrance, Aurum smiles and nods. He points to Rolg and then to himself and then mimes both of them walking out.
Rolg nods, picking up his hammer before heading back out the north side... with a bit less swagger than he entered.