Mikomi-san |
Though it is raining in Absolom currently, you see a lone figure in the training ground. It takes you a moment to recognize the bulky humanoid as female, as she is mostly covered in a strange piecemail armor and wears a Jingasa low over her face. She strikes several poses, almost ritualistic, with her katana. She cuts down one imaginary foe after another, stops for a moment, curses in some language (Linguistics DC 10: tien), then resets her pose and goes through the exact same movements again.
Venture Captain Jonas Vividsun |
A man wearing a mithral breastplate, and carrying a longspear with a large flag attached approaches. The Flag bears most prominently the symbol of the Open Road. There two more symbols around the edges of the flag.
The first smaller symbol appears to be a mountain struck through with a sword.
The second symbol shows a heavily scarred figure holding some sort of dragon head.
Take 10 on Linguistics as he approaches: 14
As the man approaches Mikomi feels a sense of pride and strength coming from his flag. +2 morale bonus to weapon attack and damage rolls, and saves vs. charm and fear. and a +2 resistance bonus to saves against mind-effecting effects
The Varisian man's purple eyes seem to watch her movements carefully. The rain seems not to touch this man or his equipment, seemingly hitting an invisible bubble surrounding him.
He smiles at the pathfinder and her training exercises.
"Well met. I am sorry that I am not fluent in your native tongue, though if you really prefer I can use a blessing to make my words appear as such. I am Venture Captain Jonas Vividsun.
It is good to see not all pathfinders are afraid of a bit of rain. Our Lord in Iron teaches us that we must be ready for battle at all times. Your form is quite good, though I am not personally familiar with your style of blade. I have seen others put such weapons to great use."
Venture Captain Vividsun strikes up his own battle pose, but just before striking out some blows, his voice rings out, almost supernaturally clear and understandable. DC -17 to hear
"THE CLASH OF SWORD ON SHIELD IS MY SONG, I AM IN YOUR ARMOR, YOUR BLADE. STRIKE AT YOUR FOES AND I GUIDE YOUR HAND, FOR I THIRST ONLY FOR BATTLE. GORUMSKAGAT IV"
Inspire Courage +4, as a swift action
Jonas's combat form is rather skilled, especially boosted by the flag and his voice.
Ipharell |
A Tengu steps out into the rain and, approaching from in front of her, walks toward the female, making sure he is seen. He seems to be making an effort to not appear aggressive as he approaches. When he reaches the edge of the area where she practices, he bows at the waist and then steps to a position to the right and slightly behind her and begins trying to follow her movements with his own, modifying them as appropriate for the dual Butterfly Swords that he carries.
VampByDay |
Knowledge Religion check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Knowledge Local Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Mikomi immediately swerves to greet the new venture-captain and sheaths her sword. Upon recognition of his status and position, she bows deeply at the hip, almost to a 90 degree angle. This close up you can tell that she is clearly a half-orc.
That will not be necessary She replies. I have learned the language of Absolom and most of the inner sea some time ago.
Seeing that the venture captain wishes to spar, she crosses her hands in front of her, then brings them out to the side, bent at the elbow, as if her arms have come to rest on an invisible armchair, never breaking eye-contact with the venture captain.
Her sword is in her hands in a flash and she begins to spar with the venture captain. Unlike the VC, she fights mostly in silence, though occasionally punctuating her strikes with a powerful "KIAI!" Mikomi's moves are powerful and precise, though likely not as skilled as the venture captain. She also appears to be actively resisting the effects of his banner. After some sparing time, she notices the tengu but makes no direct move to address him or even defend herself from him. However, her combat style and movements shift subtly
Bluff to deliver secret message: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Arthus |
Making his rounds about the lodge, Arthus' eyes catch the three in the rain and smiles. With a slight gallop in his jog, the dwarf makes his way onto the scene. Arms crossed, and nodding in approval, he watches the three, noting every move they make.
"By Gorum's wrath, it has been a while since I saw a good sparring match! Wish there were something similar when it comes to wrestling. Bwahahaha!"
Laughing while watching the others spar, or mimicking the sparring, the hearty dwarf sits on a near by stone, resting his chin on an unarmed glove.
The dwarf looks to be dressed almost similar to a travelling vagabond, but on a closer look one would notice that was not the case. Clothes that didn't impede movement, with what looked like a silvery chainshirt glimmer slightly under his jacket and vest. On his belt was a wayfinder of a highly polished black metal, that seemed to radiate a slight light, while a hammer of the same material hung right behind it. On the other side of the belt, hung a dull grey throwing axe that also seemed to radiate magic. His armored hand, was in a bright silvery spiked gauntlet that seemed to twitch slightly when someone walked past the dwarf. There also seemed to be two stones floating around him, one being a slightly pinkish rhomboid, while the other was a five pointed red star.
"By the way, would either mind if I spar with the winner? Who knows, I might get to learn some new tricks."
Ipharell |
When the sparring match begins, Ipharell will clear out of the way.
EDIT: (OOC: I was typing my reply before Venture Captain Jonas Vividsun but I did not send it until later and did not notice the reply before mine in time to edit the original post. Ipharell would never interfere with a sparring match. Apologies.)
Naomi Feline |
"Ayaki, where are you?"
Naomi walks down a hallway and stops at a doorway that is open to the training grounds of Skyreach. She shakes her head at the sight of training in the rain. Naomi continues walking down the hallway, mumbling something.
A little bit later you can hear her shout again.
"Ayaki, where are you?..... Oh, there you are, Ayaki~!"
Inspel Veskel Jr. |
As everyone begins gathering out in the training grounds, a lone Gnome sits upon the roof above in sodden clothes, his grey hair being blown in the rainy wind, with brief streaks of whitish yellow appearing occasionally. In his hands is a finely crafted wooden flute, on which he is playing a somewhat haunting refrain, with the sound of thunder accompanying his playing, almost as though it were in tune. His face is a mixture of concentration and bliss, and he seems to be rocking in time to his playing.
Venture Captain Jonas Vividsun |
Knowledge Local: 1d20 ⇒ 4ha not even enough to recognize his fellow seeker
"Ah come let me inspire you fine field agents, it is probably best for me to help you rather than hone my own skills that don't get used very often anymore. I never realized how much damn paper work I was going to have to do with this promotion. I understand much better about why Osprey works the way he does now."
Jonas Steps back to encourage Ipharall to step in with Mikomi.
Turning toward Arthus,
"Ah, I am sorry that I am not much of a wrestler. I would be unlikely to provide much in the way of challenge or training in such matters, though I would attempt such a challenge if you wish. Our Lord in Iron teaches me to strive as best I can in any arena of battle. Normally, while in dangerous areas I employ blessings from Gorum to ensure that such things have little chance of success against me, but I would not do so if we wrestle."
Turning back to the others,
"Oh and there is likely little need to use non-lethal tactics with one another as I am ready to aid any that need it with such magics that Gorum blesses me with. I have been gifted with the abilities to breath life back into recently slain individuals, or restore almost complete health to nearly anyone that isn't a heavily injured Jarl Rukk."
Mikomi-san |
As the venture captain steps away, Mikomi immediately sheaths her katana and gives another cross-armed gesture, though the venture-captain's back is already turned away. She then turns to the Tengu and bows, though not as deeply as she did to the venture captain.
Greetings. I am Mikomi. Samurai of the pathfinders. Forgive my presumption, but did you wish to participate in a kumite? she asks in a pragmatic, almost emotionless tone. Or perhaps we could test each other's skill on the training dummies, or was there another reason for you approaching?
Arthus |
Standing up and starting to rotate his left arm while cracking his neck, the dwarf smiles at the venture captain.
"Ya looks quite good with yer stance there. I may hold a chance ta get close, but tha's me issue. I need to get close, fer tha most part."
Patting the dull gray axe at his side, Arthus had made his way a bit closer to the three in the rain.
"Let's see how up to snuff I am after this resurrection business. Whoever manages to knock gets to have a bottle of whiskey! This includes you missy and feathers!"
Setting his feet almost shoulder width apart, left foot slightly forward, the experienced brawler brings up his arms with one hand a flat palm facing up and the other as a fist, ready to strike.
"Now, I would say don't hold back, but it seems that's what you had in mind!"
Arthus doesn't get the gestures from different cultures, then again, he has offended many a people quite easily before!
graywulfe |
As the venture captain steps away, Mikomi immediately sheaths her katana and gives another cross-armed gesture, though the venture-captain's back is already turned away. She then turns to the Tengu and bows, though not as deeply as she did to the venture captain.
Greetings. I am Mikomi. Samurai of the pathfinders. Forgive my presumption, but did you wish to participate in a kumite? she asks in a pragmatic, almost emotionless tone. Or perhaps we could test each other's skill on the training dummies, or was there another reason for you approaching?
Ipharell bows in return , slightly deeper that Mikomi's bow, "Well met, I am Ipharell, swordmaster and pathfinder. Actually it was my intention to join you in practicing a Kata. It is rare that I run into someone here in Absalom who is from the Dragon Empires, even more rare to find one dedicated enough to practice in the rain. I saw you performing a Kata and I was inspired." The only decoration on Ipharell's person is the symbol of Irori repeated in a few places, embroidered into his tunic and worked into the leather of his scabbards for instance. "If you wish to engage in kumite with me instead I am open, though I believe I would offer poor challenge for one with your level of skill."
Mikomi-san |
Ipharell bows in return , slightly deeper that Mikomi's bow, "Well met, I am Ipharell, swordmaster and pathfinder. Actually it was my intention to join you in practicing a Kata. It is rare that I run into someone here in Absalom who is from the Dragon Empires, even more rare to find one dedicated enough to practice in the rain. I saw you performing a Kata and I was inspired." The only decoration on Ipharell's person is the symbol of Irori repeated in a few places, embroidered into his tunic and worked into the leather of his scabbards for instance. "If you wish to engage in kumite with me instead I am open, though I believe I would offer poor challenge for one with your level of skill."
Mikomi looks slightly down and aside, obviously annoyed with herself. In a tone that betrays her disappointment with herself, she replies.
I am afraid you would find me a . . . poor sensei. In addition, I do not know any Nitouryu kata. However, Irori teaches us to train in adversity, does he not?
Mikomi takes out a small strip of cloth from a pocket and ties it around her eyes. Then she switches her sword stance so that she is striking with the back half of her sword (non-lethal).
Is this acceptable?
Ipharell |
graywulfe wrote:Ipharell bows in return , slightly deeper that Mikomi's bow, "Well met, I am Ipharell, swordmaster and pathfinder. Actually it was my intention to join you in practicing a Kata. It is rare that I run into someone here in Absalom who is from the Dragon Empires, even more rare to find one dedicated enough to practice in the rain. I saw you performing a Kata and I was inspired." The only decoration on Ipharell's person is the symbol of Irori repeated in a few places, embroidered into his tunic and worked into the leather of his scabbards for instance. "If you wish to engage in kumite with me instead I am open, though I believe I would offer poor challenge for one with your level of skill."Mikomi looks slightly down and aside, obviously annoyed with herself. In a tone that betrays her disappointment with herself, she replies.
I am afraid you would find me a . . . poor sensei. In addition, I do not know any Nitouryu kata. However, Irori teaches us to train in adversity, does he not?
Mikomi takes out a small strip of cloth from a pocket and ties it around her eyes. Then she switches her sword stance so that she is striking with the back half of her sword (non-lethal).
Is this acceptable?
"If you wish." Ipharell take a moment, looks at his butterfly swords, whose hand guard does not allow a reverse grip, like Mikomi's. Sheathing the blades, he walks to a rack of practice weapons kept dry in a small shed. After a quick moment he returns bearing a pair of dulled practice blades. As he walks back up to Mikomi he states, matter-of-factly, "I should say I was not seeking a sensei, rather just a companion. Now, let us see what we can learn from each other." With that Ipharell bows at the waist, not unlike Mikomi's earlier bow to the Venture Captain, first to the onlookers and then to Mikomi. After which he assumes his fighting stance and waits for Mikomi to signal her readiness.
Mikomi-san |
Mikomi sheathes her katana then, sword still at her side, Mikomi enters a combat stance, spiked gauntlet out. While the stance is skilled enough, her hand is turned at an odd angle. Even a casual combatant can tell she is not planning on drawing blood with the weapon, even though using the weapon this way will make it very difficult to land a hit.
You may begin.
Dorian J Rami |
The person in full plate nods in agreement.
In a feminine tone, the person replies, "Might as well. Since we don't really get much action anymore, do we. Should be fun." This person looks around a bit. "Though would be nice to watch them while dry though." And then tilts their head slightly to the side, and sighs.
graywulfe |
Ipharell fights acrobatically, his initial charge, which occurs a full six seconds after Mikomi signals her readiness as he focuses, changes to a slide at the last minute attempting to come up just behind Mikomi and strike at her knees. Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
I'm not thinking we would act out a whole combat. I just threw the acrobatics check in there to represent his style. That said, if you want we could throw a few checks in there. Up to you.
Inspel Veskel Jr. |
The Gnome's tune changes to something more energetic, yet somewhat zen-like. The thunder seems to recede before punctuating certain notes, making the tune feel more powerful. At this point the Gnome's focus is completely on his music, and he is swaying with the tune.
All who can hear the tune are affected by Inspire Courage
Kyrie Ebonblade |
A Varisian woman walks out with a massive bundle on her shoulder, whistling a jaunty tune that seems oddly familiar. There are a trio of dwarves walking out with her, dragging massive blocks out of stone that she points for them to set up.
"I'll try to keep things to a minimum. Ambrus let me use THAT wall for a backstop, since it's over four feet of granite." She said jaunitly as she set up a folding bench and bench in the bundle. "Apparently I'll be demonstrating some things on the Grand Convocation this week."
She started pulling from the second bundle quartet of odd weapons. An old musket, battered but clearly lovingly restored, another newer musket with a pair of barrels that seemed to be embroised with a golden image of a naked woman, a small pistol, and a massive thing that seems to be outright alien.
"These are a variety of firearms. The musket was my father's, his apprentice work at the Arkenstar Gunworks. This new one.. I call her 'The Countess'" She grinned wicked as she oiled, cleaned and loaded each long arm in turn, then turning to the smaller multi barrel pistol that she keeps in a sleeve mounted scabbard. "This is 'Discretion', for when I need to be subtle." She added before moving to check out the statue the workman were setting up. It was a crude likeness of a man with massive facial scars.
"Missed this gent by days this year, he high tailed out of Eto with something a certain dragon wants I hear." She said with dangerous cheer and a savage smile as she walks back to the waiting guns and sighting down the barrel of the musket and taking a shot that hits the figure square over the heart and the bullet bounces over the massive granite wall behind it. The 'Countess' is next with a pair of shots that replace the eyes and smashes the face, then the pistol with slow precise shots that slowly build a 'nose and grin' on the ruined face.
Kyrie Ebonblade |
"Feel free to ask questions. I run 'Ebonblade Munitions' in the Merchant's quarter." Kyrie said as she reloaded the guns in a precise manner from the laid out bullets and powder horn. There was an odd sheen to the bullets as she held them up. "These are cold iron, blaised with adamantine blanch, and I have some set up with ghost salt and silver as well.
She reached into her pack and started laying out a variety of alchemical items by the guns. "Artoku's flame, burns hotter than normal alchemist's fire. Tricky to brew though. That is acid, the wobbly bottle by it is essentially condensed green slime, there is a mix of liquid ice and Artoku's fire." She said as she held up each in turn. "This lets me add to the bullet. "A few things like Ghast Retch or Itching Powder works nice too."
She lifted her musket and shot the target statue and it lit up like a bonfire for a second. "The tricky part is with the Countess, I had to get her special 'chanted." Kyrie said as she took the corrosive grenade as one of the stone masons hustled out to drop a mail shirt over the crude figure.
This time the shot seemed more.. 'explosive' as it hit and literally detonated and then the green goo dissolved the shirt in seconds.
"Wish I could shoot my new toy though.. I'd REALLY like to try it out..." She said as she watched the statue smoke and smolder.
Mikomi-san |
Ipharell fights acrobatically, his initial charge, which occurs a full six seconds after Mikomi signals her readiness as he focuses, changes to a slide at the last minute attempting to come up just behind Mikomi and strike at her knees.
I'm not thinking we would act out a whole combat. I just threw the acrobatics check in there to represent his style. That said, if you want we could throw a few checks in there. Up to you.
Mikomi's strikes are powerful, swift, pragmatic and crisp. She shows no sign of flourish or embellishment, making her fighting style efficient but predictable. Her years of training allow her to feel the wind from an opponent she cannot see.
(Flat-footed CMD 26)
She moves her body to intercept the charge, blocking the way. Unfortunately, it is clear that she is not comfortable fighting blind, as she misses a perfect opportunity to exploit a hole in the tengu's defenses (Mikomi does not have blind fight, cannot take attacks of opportunity while blind.)
She lashes out with her spiked gauntlet at where she believes the Tengu is.
Attack with spiked gauntlet, attacking non-lethally: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
concealment, miss on a 1: 1d2 ⇒ 2
If hit:
Damage, non-lethal: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
I agree it shouldn't be RPed out for every attack.
The sparing match continues for some time. Mikomi's obvious disadvantage in her blindess compensates for her somewhat wider bredth of experience. The powerful, pragmatic strokes of the samurai against the refined flurishes of the Tengu swordmaster.
After some time, Mikomi combat-bows to the tengu and removes her blindfold.
I thank you. It is not often I find a fellow Irori worshiper who shares my devotion and dedication to the sword, even if your version takes a slightly different approach. I have found enough pathfinders who do not respect discipline in swordsmenship. It is good to see that there are some out there who understand the tenants of bushido, hard work, and honoring the way of the sword and Irori. If you ever need any help I can give, or perhaps just another sparing partner, let me know, I . . . I would be happy to help you reach your potential.
Kaihalulu |
The Gnome's tune changes to something more energetic, yet somewhat zen-like. The thunder seems to recede before punctuating certain notes, making the tune feel more powerful. At this point the Gnome's focus is completely on his music, and he is swaying with the tune.
All who can hear the tune are affected by Inspire Courage
A slim woman makes her way out of a window and onto the roof, near where the gnome is playing. Her green tinted skin marks her as an undine, and she also seems to be enjoying the rain. She closes her eyes to listen to the music, paying little attention to the sparring below.
After a long while she speaks, "Your music is fantastic! It really captures the beauty of the storm. Not many people understand that there is beauty there, as well as power."
She goes back to listening quietly.
Ipharell |
Ipharell bows in return to Mikomi, and then to any remaining onlookers.
Reverting to Tian, "Thank you for your kind words. I mirror your sentiments and you offer of assistance. Anytime you wish to spar let me know."
When the conversation is done, Ipharell returns to the shed and spends several minutes cleaning, drying, and maintaining the practice weapons he borrowed.
Arthus |
Clapping loudly, the dwarf smiles once the session is over.
"Well done ta the both of ye! I know of a sylph that could use some teachin' from ye two! Hells, it would have been nice fer me ta learn an' practice somewhere safe, rather than flinging meself at a challenge ta see how things go."
Again, clapping, this time his hand on a wet knee, Arthus stands up and starts to make his way back into the lodge after waving a farewell towards the others.
"Gots to greet me brother. He may as well want to train here after he gets his bearings about the place."
Sakuchi the Tiny |
A slight tremor shakes the ground and large boulder at least 8 feet in height rises from the ground on the sidelines, however this boulder staggers onto two pillar-like legs and lumbers towards the commotion while leaning on a rather ornate ceremonial staff.
Pardon me for eavesdropping young ones, but I heard something about good drink and a friendly spar and I would like to partake.
Realizing his bad manners, the Boulder corrects himself.
Ah my apologies, I have not introduced myself, I am Sakuchi the Tiny, protector of few, friend to more and lover of all good things in life.
Would you mind if I sat down, watched and prehaps indulge in the activities?
Mea Culpa |
A shadow passes quickly over the training ground and soon a medium black dragon lands amid the crowd. She's the size of a juvenile, but with the horns of an adult and musculature that would rival even an ancient member of the species.
In a cheerful voice, she addresses anyone who will listen. "I heard there was fighting here, anyone wanna fight me? Or armwrestle?"
Grrr De'Bonaire |
A shadow passes quickly over the training ground and soon a medium black dragon lands amid the crowd. She's the size of a juvenile, but with the horns of an adult and musculature that would rival even an ancient member of the species.
In a cheerful voice, she addresses anyone who will listen. "I heard there was fighting here, anyone wanna fight me? Or armwrestle?"
A slightly darker and much fluffier shadow separates itself from the rooftop chimney to dart across the tiles. Despite not even coming up to the creatures knee it leaps onto the great wide open without hesitation, dropping 20 feet before sinking its teeth into one of those over grown spiraling horns to arrest his decent.
The silver fox now swaying from the dragons horn like a gaudy earring glares, wags his tail and swats the dragon on the nose in lieu of a greeting.
(Grrs Literally bitten off a lot more than he can chew here...)
Calathes The Summoner |
A man floating 20ft off the ground, and about 40ft away from the Black Dragon is taking assessment of the situation. He happens to have a large size dragon next to him as well, red with silver streaks all over its body, and both it and his master have a mark on their foreheads.
"Hm. It might just be a real black dragon, but the possibility of one coming here is very unlikely. Might be someone heavily polymorphed." He speaks up towards the black dragon. "So what say you? You look to be a young one, rather brash don't you think?"
The dragon next to him speaks up. "I think so. Very odd to see one here like this. Shall I greet her?"
The half elf replies. "Sure Crimson, go right ahead." With that he casts a spell and he looks a bit blurry.
He just cast blur on himself.
And the dragon, named Crimson, lands with a loud thump on the courtyard about 30ft away from the Black Dragon.
Both of them have many spells going on both of them, but moreso on the Dragon.
Sakuchi the Tiny |
A silent boulder suddenly yawns to life. two shining opals high on it's statures shine brilliantly
Ah more young ones, I was wondering if more of you would show up today
A large panther with a shining eye and a large scar lumbers onto the training grounds before sitting down next to the boulder
I will gladly spar with any on you, perhaps an old dog can teach you some new tricks
The elemental claps his hands together and his craggy exterior seems to bulge and harden while his fists take on a metallic sheen while he takes his stance
Calathes The Summoner |
The large red and silver dragon looks at both the earth elemental and the black dragon. Its eyes faintly glow for a few seconds, and then tilts its head as if it is listening to something. It then focuses back on the black dragon before speaking.
"Elemental, you are a pathfinder, right? My master has let me know you hold a wayfinder, and as such, are an ally. Do you know who this black dragon is? My master believes it is someone polymorphed into such a creature.
The blurry half elf continues to float in his same spot.
Crimson's Kn. Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Calathes's Kn. Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Calathes's Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Oda Jukutetsu |
A deceptively sleight, though upon closer inspection somewhat muscular young man dressed in the typical garb of a low-ranking samurai, though armed with only a Haramaki and an unusual-looking Katana enters the sparring ground, composed but with deliberate movement.
"I had heard word of a sparring match between swordmasters, and had sought to observe to perhaps gain insight into my still as-of-yet blossoming skills."
He spots Ipharrel and Mikomi, having already completed their duel, as well as the other going-ons.
Knowledge: Planes to identify Sakuchi's current form: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Though initially concerned at the appearance of an Earth Elemental and a pair of what he could only assume to be dragons, ((Unsure of the DCs here)) he quickly ascertains that they are not here as a threat.
Dejected at having missed the completion of a martial duel, though still seeing the value in a duel between spellcasters and the like, he assumes a kneeling position next to the Gnome musician, back straight and hands on his knees. ((I'm not sure what the Anglicised phonetics are for the name of the position; that sort of kneeling one typically does in dojos before and after practice, as well as during demonstrations. Si-za may be the correct phonetic spelling))
While kneeling, in order to better observe the duel between what he can only assume to be spellcasters or other similar masters of transmutation, he lets out a brief, quiet incantation, and his eyes briefly flash blue.
Calathes The Summoner |
"Mea?... Why have I heard that before..."
Kn. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Eyes wide as she recalls who Mea Culpa is.
"Wait Crimson She's-"
Crimson, the Silver and red dragon creature pounces.
Initiative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Crimson speaks as he charges Mea. "Here I come!"
High is good for me. Going Non Lethal.
Bite
Charge Bite N/L: 1d20 + 13 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 13 + 2 - 4 = 27
Charge Bite Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 42
Bite N/L: 1d8 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
Trip attempt if Bite hits: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 14 + 2 = 27
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1st Claw
Charge Claw N/L: 1d20 + 13 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 13 + 2 - 4 = 31
Charge Claw Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 30
Claw N/L: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
2st Claw
Charge Claw N/L: 1d20 + 13 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 13 + 2 - 4 = 15
Charge Claw Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 38
Claw N/L: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Rend if a Claw hits
Rend N/L: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
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Tail Slap
Charge Tail Slap N/L: 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 2 - 4 = 11
Tail Slap Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 88
Tail Slap N/L: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
AC now at 39 Due to charge.
And if I am correct, all of those missed.
Calathes just looks on dumbfounded after what Crimson did. He then shouts out loud to him. "Crimson you dolt! She is a Seeker of the Society! She has more experience than you!"
Sakuchi the Tiny |
The elemental turns to the dragon-like creature.
Yes scaly-one, I am Sakuchi, I arrived recently from Tian-Xa to assist in operations around the inner sea.
He also grimaces when that same creature charges the black dragon.
Might be biting off a bit more than you can chew.
Sakuchi sits down in a meditative stance
I will be here if you would grant me the honor of a sparring match
Mea Culpa |
Yep, they're all either low or don't get the miss chance.
Mea crouches down slightly and enters Dragon Style, then her horns grow longer as she rages and she roars with joy.
1st Claw NL hit: 1d20 + 29 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 29 - 4 = 31
1st Claw NL dam: 1d6 + 46 ⇒ (3) + 46 = 49
2nd Claw NL hit: 1d20 + 29 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 29 - 4 = 45
2nd Claw NL dam: 1d6 + 36 ⇒ (1) + 36 = 37
Confirmation roll: 1d20 + 29 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 29 - 4 = 29
Bite NL hit: 1d20 + 26 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 26 - 4 = 24
Bite NL dam: 1d6 + 36 ⇒ (5) + 36 = 41acid: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Horns NL hit: 1d20 + 26 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 26 - 4 = 34
Horns NL dam: 1d8 + 26 ⇒ (5) + 26 = 31
Wing 1 NL hit: 1d20 + 21 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 21 - 4 = 32
Wing 1 NL dam: 1d4 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Wing 2 NL hit: 1d20 + 21 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 21 - 4 = 32
Wing 2 NL dam: 1d4 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20
So one hit for 37 nonlethal, I believe.
Sakuchi the Tiny |
Sakuchi intently watches the fight between Seeker Mea and Cimson before shuddering as Mea lands the first blow.
The vigor of youth is a fearsome thing indeed, I must admit that even in my prime I was not even close to that level.
However, I must admit that my blood runs hot for the first time in a century.
Sakuchi stands up and loosens his limbs, waves of heat emerging from his skin.
Would anyone care to sate my thirst for honorable combat?
Mea Culpa |
Attempts to hang on, releasing the ever growing horns and re-biting down. He is NOT going to be ignored, no matter how big the over grown pair of boots thinks it is
[dice=Makes a climb check vs the dragons CMD]1 d20 + 23
Mea's CMD is currently 37, so Grrr's in for the ride of his life! She hasn't paid him any attention yet, there's another dragon to fight! But with blindsense she definitely knows he's there.
Calathes The Summoner |
Calathes sighs when he sees Crimson batted hard by Mea.
Crimson growls, continuing the attack.
HP 91/91 37N/L AC 41
Bite
Bite N/L Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 13 - 4 = 18
Bite Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 35
Bite N/L: 1d8 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23
Bite Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33
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1st Claw
Claw N/L Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 13 - 4 = 12
Claw Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 18
Claw N/L: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
2nd Claw
Claw N/L Attack: 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 4 = 22
Claw Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 52
Claw N/L: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Rend if a claw hits
Rend: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
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Tail Slap
Tail Slap N/L Attack: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 11 - 4 = 20
Tail Slap Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 44
Tail Slap N/L: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
[ooc]Looks like one may have hit. With the first claw and a rend worth 32 points of NL
"Calathes, I could use another spell."
Calathes sighs again and flies down behind Crimson and casts a spell onto him. Crimson seems slightly blurred.
Mea Culpa |
As a raging dragon, Mea is currently AC 23/10/23 with DR 1/- and 233/233 HP
She activates a round of Archaeologist's luck. High miss chance hits, rerolls from blind fight.
1st Claw NL hit: 1d20 + 30 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 30 - 4 = 32
1st Claw NL dam: 1d6 + 47 ⇒ (1) + 47 = 48
miss %: 1d100 ⇒ 48
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2nd Claw NL hit: 1d20 + 30 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 30 - 4 = 44
2nd Claw NL dam: 1d6 + 37 ⇒ (6) + 37 = 43
miss %: 1d100 ⇒ 92
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Bite NL hit: 1d20 + 27 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 27 - 4 = 34
Bite NL dam: 1d6 + 37 ⇒ (1) + 37 = 38acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1
miss %: 1d100 ⇒ 4
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Horns NL hit: 1d20 + 27 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 27 - 4 = 42
Horns NL dam: 1d8 + 27 ⇒ (1) + 27 = 28
miss %: 1d100 ⇒ 27
--She'll stop attacking and cease raging after this unless Crimson stays up, with one extra round of rage due to Shoanti Barbarian Chew
2nd claw and horns hit for 71 combined nonlethal.
Calathes The Summoner |
Looks like Mea won. Crimson just didn't have any luck on his side today. At least before we began, I was able to figure out who you were.
Calathes casts a spell onto Crimson.
And it looks like a few bruises disappear from Crimson
Eidolon Restoration, Lesser: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
He then casts it again.
Eidolon Restoration, Lesser: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
And Crimson begins to move again. He growls slightly as he stands. "Grr... That hurt. You are definitely a fearsome creature in battle."
Calathes flies around to Crimson's side and hovers there. "Yes. It was interesting seeing you two go at it..... Um, Mea, you have a furry decoration on one of your horns." As Calathese points it out to Mea.
Calathes casts Eidolon Restoration, Lesser on Crimson.