This is the new Training Grounds Thread.

I am #1!

-K

I am #2!

"I am the official 4th person in here as of now.  This place doesnt look very busy, where is the wench to take my order?"  Bethany sits down and nods to the others rubbing her sore shoulder and sqeezing her hand as if it was very stiff.

A spectral, translucent image of a young man walks over, ghostly ale in hand, and positions himself on a nearby chair, his form appearing to float on the chair's surface rather than pressing down on it.  "I'd offer to get you a drink myself," he tells Bethany apologetically, "but my corporeal bits are still over yonder, in the River Crossroads."

Nope, I'm ECL 4.  I was 3 when I was in the Arena last.

Ok, that's comforting... I think we're getting ready to set up the match then. Shall we pick a venue?

OK, according to the encounter culculator, 5+4 = 4+3+3.  You have a third member?  Or is this still uneven?

-K

I'll be tha third member!

This will be an even encounter then. Close quarters ok with you?

"Ahhh, interesting.  A close-quarters fight - this should be most educational."  The ghostly figure nods gravely to Kanir and Borovik, and greets his new team-mate, Gwendol, with a brave smile.  You get the feeling that behind the smile, Garath is not very confident about the outcome of the fight.

"If some kindly supervisor would please release my body from its current combat against Authiel and Sonida, by conducting the termination ceremonies for that fight, I would be most grateful," he calls out, to nobody in particular.

Darn, I figured you'd be battling until I came back.

I'm going to be out of town for the rest of the week, and I'm not sure yet if I'll 'net access from the hotel or not.  If I do, I'll go ahead and post, but if not, please wait for me.

No worries, we'll set things up and if you don't have access we'll wait.

Looks like I do have access after all.

I'll go slip on my 'kindly supervisor' hat and 'conduct the termination ceremonies' for your other fight.

LOL!

As he is taking in another hearty mouthful of the dense-frothed ale, Garath suddenly seems to solidify, his shimmering image becoming tangible flesh.  He splutters, surprised, then goes into a coughing fit, having evidently inhaled what he would have preferred to imbibe.

"Ahhh - thank you, kindly supervisor!" he gasps, once he can speak again.  "Looks like I am now ready for another fight.  A pity the previous one ended so prematurely; I do believe it had great educational potential.  Ah well."

Quinlan, Garath, & Gwendol vs Team Bacon is now open.

Ready? Fight!

I would like to try my hand fighting another one worthy, I am not skilled all that much, but I would like to try my hand once more. She stands up and says to no and to everyone.  Brushing off some of the dried blood from her last fight she grins at to her self more then anything.

I'll take you on. You can choose the arena.

Very well Gildor, I hear tell that there is a temple that was lost long ago, perhaps we will cross blades and spells there soon.  I am glad there is one person not worried to fight a woman in todays society.

A lady with flame-colored hair enters the inn, dressed in ornate orange-red (but not red-red) robes. With a graceful move she sits and asks the maid for a glass of brandy. Then asks her in a half-whisper "I have heard there are people sparring here. Do you happen to know if anyone dares taking on a Maiden of the order of the Phoenix?"

"Sure, I'll give it a shot.  What's the 'Order of the Phoenix', anyway?" an elven newcomer to the arena quietly replies, and shrugged her slender shoulders.  "Oh, and where would you prefer to do battle?  I don't like the look of those caverns - far too dark for my tastes - but apart from that, I'm up for anything."

The lady turned and exposed a strange chain-like belt around her waist "The order of the Phoenix venerates the purity of fire, it cleans everything and allows a fresh start without the sins of the past." she smiled gently as one would smile with a child that asked a simple question. "Will you tell me what kind of opponent I'm facing?"

ooc: Crossroads river?

"You would be fighting an opponent weilding both blade and spell, in a perfect symphony perfected through milennia by elven masters," the lady replied with a wink.  "Though, I suppose you could call me a 'Duskblade' for short."

OOC:  Sounds fine by me.  I'm going to go to bed in a couple of minutes, if you'll set up the match, I'll post in the morning.  :-)

Same here, I'll do it in the morning. G'night.

A heavily armored figure of medium height leads a huge white horse into the training grounds. See description. She sits down, scratching the horse behind it's ears and whispers to it in Shaaran. The figure grins, then its down by it's armored shoulder, pulling off one of it's gauntlets and removing the red studded leather plate protecting the horse's huge face. The figure then scratches it's head as it leans it appreciatively towards her.

Still petting the horse, she pipes up, in an unexpectedly feminine voice, How are you all today?

A trim figure, dressed in practical yet elegant travelling clothes and sporting a shortbow across his back, materializes in the main chamber, and nods absently to those present.  He walks over to the archway leading to the yard outside, and breathes deeply of the fresh air.  Spotting Sitaka and her horse, he greets the pair, bringing two fingers to his forehead in a sardonic partial salute.

Sitaka waves distractedly, but seems mostly concerned with finding the right spot behind her horse's ear.

Garath wanders into the common area, translucent again, his body apparently engaged in battle elsewhere.  "I'm bored," he declares, to nobody in particular.  "Does anyone know the rules on starting a new fight before one's prior fight has ended?"

The youth does a double-take as he sees the recent Sun Elf arrival standing by the archway.  "Syntari en'Rhistel!  You... we... how can this... are we supposed to be in the same room, at the same time?  I thought... but... is this proper?"  his stammering fades in confusion.

Syntari snickers at the human's unease.  "So you're worried about us being seen together in public, is that it?  Relax - if we refrain from holding hands and calling each other by our pet names, I don't think anyone will ever guess...

"Seriously, kid," the Elf continues, waving aside Garath's spluttered indignation, "the Arena is an interstitial planar extrusion - you should know this, you've studied planar theory more than I have - the normal rules don't apply here.  We can fight alongside each other, or indeed even face off against each other, though I doubt either of us would learn much from the exercise."

The Elven wizard looks around the chamber, noting sadly the absence of contestants, and brushes past Garath with a friendly clap on the shoulder on his way to the liquor counter.  He pours himself a tall glass of rosebrandy and settles into a plush armchair, waiting for some people to finish their fights and return to the main chamber.

Nthretha, her silver hair dripping from a recent shower, and her clothes freshly cleaned, walks into the training grounds via the locker rooms. She pulls a stand of hair out of her face and sits down, ordering a bottle of spiced wine to drink before looking around and surveying the competition, seeming to be inviting someone to talk and perhaps challenge her.

I'm looking for a bout anyone daring to face me? (No invisibility on either side)

I'd fight you, but the lack of invisibility really only hurts me, as I can see you anyway.

Hey Lilly, wanna take on your silly bard friend?

As you wish. Which arena?

Everyone seems a bit afraid of the warlock, maybe a formal challenge will bolster their courage...

Who wants to fight a warlock?

Oh I'm a little drunk today, I take on the both of you. :-)

Chose your playground.

One of you ladies can choose the arena...

it would be fairer if me and Lilianne fought you, as you're ECL 6, and we are 4 and 3 :P

whadya say to a team fight?

I'm a conjurer, I never fight alone. You ought to team up against me.

so a 3 way then...

I may get smacked down...

"Nthretha, I think you would prove a challenging and interesting opponent for me.  If you are concerned that your presence in the fray might tip the scales too heavily in favor of Lilianne or Tomas, perhaps we should split off into our own fight..."

That sounds more interesting, I'm likely to get slaughtered by those two.

"Shall we set up our match in the Crossroads River, then?"

The river sounds fine.

Nthretha, I said you and Thomas should team up against me. But it seems you are no longer interested, very well then.

Yep, I kinda suspected that it would end up with either me biting it the first round, or you getting crushed, neither of which I find amazingly fun.

I don't see me doing enough damage to a warlock of your level in one attack to drop you. After all, I'm not an enchanter or evoker. But let's not bother with that.

Syntari, translucent now that his body is elsewhere, raises a placatory hand toward Lilianne.  "Apologies for breaking into an intended match - I thought you and Tomas would be decently matched without Nthretha.  Perhaps, if Nthretha is willing, she and I could face off against you later?  Nthretha's limitless warlock abilities would be a decent counter to your endless friends, where an arcanist like myself would soon be exhausted."

Still looking for a match: No invisibility, no fireballs, no sleep...

"No invisibility?  No flying away?" Ceithern replied as he came walking back from the arenas, unhurt apart from a single stab to his gut by a simple knife.

If I give away my best defence, you should give away grappling.

"Heh, agreed," Ceithern replied with a nod.  He had wrestled a great serpent of Elemental Ice, and proven himself the stronger - there was simply no honor to be had wrestling an elven mage, and a woman at that.  "Where shall we do battle, then?" the barbarian asked, and glanced over at the maps of the available arenas.

Definetly NOT close quarters.

"All right - how about the Range, then?" Ceithern replied, and pointed towards the map of the Archery Range with the tip of his sword.
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OK, I'm quite sure I'll lose that fight but lets go for it.

Ceithern nodded in agreement, and walked quickly off towards the arena, ready to do battle in the name of Tempus yet again.

OOC:  I've got to make dinner now, will probably be on again in an hour or two at most.  If you'd like, feel free to set up the fight, and if not, I'll do it when I've eaten.  :-)

An image of the half-drow rogue suddenly appears near the bar, a wide grin covering his face. A round of drinks to everyone, I just scored my first ever critical hit in the ROA! It only took a year and a half... Quinlan laughs a little at the thought before disappearing.

Entering the bar wearing her doe-skin bathing suit she is drying the last bit of water from her body as she start to don her armor once more.  Accepting the free drink she raises it in thanks to the dark skined man.  Lifting her arm was a bit of a task as the pain was still subsiding from the last combat.  She gave it her all, but still the lack of hand to hand skill was her downfall.

Well Defeat is a bitter taste thats for sure, good fight Gildor, perhaps another day I will win the fight.

Gildor saunters up to the bar and takes a quick swig, of his ale. He nods to Bethany and gives her a smile.

The door flung open and a swirl of sand blew in, surrounding an imposing warrior in desert leathers with a big curved sword. He stepped into the room and took his place by the bar.

"In the name of Anhur, I seek honourable combat. Who will face me?" he bellowed.

Earth Genasi Ranger 1 / Fighter 4 seeking a fight. Anyone?

An orc woman walks and sizes the Earth Genasi up.

"Looks like you make a passable mate.  Let's see if I'm right."

-K

"Mate?" Sebezim began, not comprehending at all.

"Very well. You may choose the arena, though I would prefer something with sands beneath my feet."

"Well, how about the simple circular small ring, then"
(Close Quarter, which should have sand on the ground...)

"Let's keep our feet on the sand always, if you prefer."
(No flying, mounting, climbing, etcs.   Always remain on the ground level.  Not that that makes any difference in our match.)

-K

Sebezim bowed his head, in approval.


Nope, I can't do any of that. Are you bringing Karna?

I set it up.
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"Karna won't be mating, unless you prefer it that way."

OOC: I think sort of the unspoken convention on this arena appears to be that no "allies" (Cohort, Animal Compation, Familiar, etcs) unless explicitly specifid.

I think.

I could be wrong, but it appears most people are doing it that way.

-K

There were times, like this one, when Sebezim was glad to be an oblivious earth genasi.


Oh, good. That gives me a chance. Even if I am three effective levels higher; less if you factor in Orc Knight vs LA+1. And I do have a knack for losing.

IIRC, Karna's not exactly legal yet either.

Hey, Karna *is* legal.  She is simply a purchased animal.  As such, she doesn't have any special abilities that class-ability/feat-based animals get.

But she is all legal within the rule of PHB and MM2 :P

-K

I'm looking for a fight. Any takers?

I also am looking to fight but to the likes of you right now, perhaps another day when I have a companion to assist me.  I am a bit undermatched with hand to hand combat.

As legal as a batallion of third-level warrior henchmen would be, I'd say.  Sure, you can spend your cash on it, but they aren't a part of your character in the same way that a familiar/animal companion/cohort would be - those are essentially class features.  On the other hand, you don't get any extra experience points from beating an animal companion, familiar, summoned creature, or other class features like that - you would for defeating a hireling (or in this case, a purchased mount).  Least, that's the way I see it.

Well, yeah, as far as the Arena goes, I usually leave her out unless she's explicitly needed to balance out the party levels, and was included in the calculation of the experience payoff when the arena combat was done.  I marely pointed out to Sebbie that she is legal as is, while she will be folded into a feat in the future (which will give her extra bonus beyond what she is right now).  I was under the impression that Sebbie is a bit confused :P

I am not sure why cohort/familiar/animal companion is usually left out in this arena actually.  Most arena I've seen actually let 'allies' in as a part of the character, and it's the part of the character (class feature/feat).  Although I must admit those arenas actually define what 'Allies you can bring into the match' are, and this one doesn't.  Suppose we don't care that much either way :P

-K

Sorry, I couldn't quite remember what we did with it. Though I think I might have messed up the bit about bonus HD from the template increasing size, but we can fix that up later with the feat and stuff.

Now, Druids spamming out Summon Nature's Ally - that's nasty.

"I'll give it a shot.  Meet me in the caverns?"

The hobgoblin sat silently in a dark corner of the cavern, as if waiting. As soon as the victorious half-orcess materialized, he rose and issued his challenge:
You, the half-brute woman! Would you care for a challenge?

Garath re-materializes in the common room, and heads to the bar.  Grabbing a couple of steins of the finest ale on tap, he hands one to Quinlan with a grin.  "Skol!" he toasts their victory - and Quinlan's fantastic stroke of luck - with a traditional Uthgardt drinking salute.

Quinlan seizes the cup, a wide grin splitting his dark features. Yes, Tymora smiled upon us today!

"Heh, guess not.  Anyone else up for it?"

Nah, playing hide-and-seek with a rogue is less than appealing, like fighting an invisible mage.

What if I bring my companion with me?  Would that be a acceptable?  Well...when I manage to pick the one that I want...
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Aden, I'll accept the challenge! May I suggest the temple instead?

The same could be said for trying to fight a cleric weilding a spiked chain, I'm sure.  ;-)


Quinlan:  Sure thing.  Never tried any of those 'newer' maps there before, but I'll give it a shot.

You can always give it a shot...

Well, I'm pretty good with a bow, so if I could just keep far enough away from you, I might just stand a chance.  :p

Out of a hole in time and space stepped a young mage-ly type, with a staff topped by a glowing crystal. "Morning all. Who would care for a bout in arena?"


Elan Psion 7 looking for a fight?

How about an elven paragon/conjurer ECL4 who's just been beat?

And I'm fighting an invisible rogue who's using drow poison... boy, is this fight going to be over soon...

Trust me, I could be using lots worse thing than Drow Poison on you.  ;-)

::shudders::

Anyone interested in finding out what 'lots worse' is?  ;-)

"I'll give it a shot, if you're up for it.  Just don't expect me to fight fair, heh. . .  that's for suckers and Paladins."

Yeah, and it works!

"I wouldn't expect anything less. Which arena?"

As I said; that was quick... Now, did Garath keep my drink for me?

Actually Aden, if you care for a match without any use of magical tricks and enhancements, just wit and steel (although if you have magical blades or bows, that would be accepted), I'm game.

"That depends - do you include poisons as 'magical tricks and enhancements'?  Because if you can't take the tricks of your own ancestors, I think I'll rather fight someone else, this time."

"Would the Keep suit you?"
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No, I guess poisons are "mundane". Cowardly, yes, but mundane. Quinlan says, brightly and with no trace of bitterness or rancor.

"I prefer the term 'intelligent' to 'cowardly', but to each his own.  Now, shall we duel in the caverns, this time?  Only, without the bloody torches on the walls?"

OOC:  Standard fight in the Caverns, but with no light sources apart from the magma pit in the middle.  You know, since we both have darkvision, and all that.  :p

If not only for the coolness factor of the fight, yes!

"Your drink's right here, and it hasn't even gotten warm yet.  Should be cool and refreshing for after the arena staff fish you out of the magma pool that Aden's going to dunk you in..."

The wizard winks at Quinlan and gives him a Tymora's Smile, thumb and pinky extended, a hand gesture common in Cormyr.

Yeah, thanks for the confidence!
Quinlan returns the greeting before grabbing his gear and heading off to the arena.

"So, any monster worth vanquishing?"

OOC: Any DM wants to throw a team of monsters at a two-man team?  Total Encounter Level around 7 (CR 5 + CR 4, or some combination resulting somewhere around 7) preferred...

A lady dressed in green fullplate armor enters the inn. A symbol of Lathander gleams on her neck. Her eyes search the room "Is anyone willing to spar with a warrior of Lathander?"

"I would gladly do so.  Win or lose, I will have learned something, and perhaps a noble servant of the Morninglord will have gained something from the experience as well - 'tis all for the good.  Shall we head for the archery range?"

Uh ok. *mumbles* Why do I have the hunch he's going to pepper me with magic missiles from a distance?

The plainly dressed girl shambles into the room, shyly muttering something about desiring a battle and the advancement of her spell technique, then sitting down, looking around the room nervously.

"Gaileza, I'll be sparring with you if you wish." the air genasi in the corner says. "I could use to flex my muscles a bit."

And I thought the air gensai were more for.. uh.. nimbleness than muscles.

"Nimbleness especially requires well 'oiled' muscles, Gaileza. Where would you like to fight?"

I don't see how oil figures into it, but anywhere is good, though I'd prefer a lack of lava and not too enclosed.

"Oil makes things move smoothly, smooth movements equal nimbleness. How about crossroads rivers?"

Oil injected into your muscles would be bad for them, or is this one of those figures of speech? The river is fine though.
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"It is a figure of speech. I'll see you there."

The tiefling groaned from his place by the bar. "I was hoping we'd get to see two hot chicks wrestling in oil."

:D

*giggles*  Hey, for enough gold, Elyonna will do just about anything.  Anybody got any coin?  Any other takers?  Participants?  :p

Well, that gives me a dirty idea. :D

I've created a map and rules for oil or jelly wrestling. Have fun girls!

And guys too, I suppose.

I was hoping to face the half-orc woman in battle, but she seems unavailable at the moment. Anyone caring to try out the mud wrestling? The hobgoblin flexes his muscled frame in anticipation, baring his sharp, yellow, teeth.

"K'fushat? Oh, she's all orc. And all woman, if you know what I mean."

All the better. I'd like to face a brute in combat; is she available?

Smacks Lycaeon upside.  "I thought you were gone!"



"Depends on what you mean by 'available'."

-K

"I guess we chased him out of Chessenta, and into the arena?"

"You know I'm going to be your recurring NPC, baby."

"Argh!  Peskier than cockroach!  Is there any wonder I play for the other team?  I shall give you the nickname 'Lyceaon, the roach'"

::stomp stomp::

-K

Now I just need somebody to wrestle with...  :p

Why do you look at me that way?

Depending on the amount of money offered, a mudfight sans-equipment could be arranged.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:10, Tue 16 Oct 2007.

I was thinking of a friendly fight to the death. You seem a worthy opponent, pick your arena and let's get it on!

Of course, if you need somebody to wrestle with, I'd be glad to try, though we might have to make it best three out of five or something...

Or if you and Catarina need a referee....

*ducks and hides* ;-)

*giggles*  I'm up for just about anything.  Legal, of course.  :p



I like the way you think.  :p  *giggles*
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I could totally do the wrestling thing in the slime pit, but no one seem interested in facing me... Gurgun grumbles, looking slightly desolate.

Grapple Monk? :D

If you don't find anyone, I might dig out my own Oghmyte Monk to face you so that I feel even. :D But it will have to be later after I've finished a fight


And it is a real combat sport, so no one need feel awkward about it:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkish_oil_wrestling

"Careful what you wish for, goblin.  A true warrior might just take you up on your offer. . ."

OOC:  Though not for a week or so, need some time to catch up in other areas of RPoL before fighting here.  :p

I welcome the challenge!

So, Elyonna, you're not an unarmed fighter? A match should be fun if you aren't.

Nope, just a rogue.  :p

In a shower of sparks, a blurry outline resolves into a fair-haired human youth.

"Ahh, back to the common room.  Would one of the supervisors be kind enough to close out the arena fight?  Victory is mine - she conceded - but she wants a rematch and has a good chance of redeeming herself then."

In a shower of sparks, a blurry outline resolves into a fair-haired Elven youth.

"Ahh, back to the common room.  Would one of the supervisors be kind enough to close out the arena fight?  Victory is mine - she conceded - but she wants a rematch and has a good chance..."

The Elf falters in mid-speech, and turns abruptly to glare at Garath.  "You again!" he exclaims.  "Are you trying to shadow me, little manchild?!"

The rosy-cheeked academician, chortling, holds one finger to the tip of his nose and points at Syntari with the other.  "Jinx!!"

Anyopne wanna take on a level 4 wizard?

Sure, chose your arena.

So, no-one accepting my challenge then? Gurgun shakes his head in disbelief at the lack of enthusiasm for the wrestling pit.

So Garath, are you ready for the re-match?

I'll give you another go.

In the pit: no weapons, no magic, no gear (if I've understood the rules correctly).

Hmm no magic.. You'd make toast of me unless I had unarmed fighting.

I dunno. Everything is slow so I'm game. Worst I could do is lose I guess.

I really just want to try out the arena. The grease will make it come down to dice rolls (a lot) so it might be fun... or frustrating. We could always do a more conventional fight next.

get it set up, then. Do you want to add any house rules to the mix?
(evil grin)

Sure, I'm game.  Pure re-match, right?  Different spell selections, but otherwise the same characters, same gear, etc.?

You didn't get your b-day items yet, eh? Sure, re-match, just different spells.

Anyone looking for a fight?

Try me?

*BOWS* I would be honored Arlessana. I will throw up a challenge in the proper thread. See you in the arena. Do you have a favored map?
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Excellent. *bows herself* I'm not a distance fighter, so please don't chose the "Archery Range" I'm open otherwise.

Korst! You still up for a wrestling match?

Anyone up for a friendly duel?  :-)

Sure! The hobgoblin replies in a toothy grin.

"Very well.  Would the Crossroads River suit you well?"

It will do.

OOC: Realized I need to update my character sheet. Hope that isn't a deterrent?

OOC:  I don't see why it would be.  PM me when you're done, and I'll set up the fight.

A slender elven woman enters the place, her skin pale and glittering like a moonstone. She looks around shyly and asks: "Anyone willing for a sparring match with a conjurer? No sleep spells, fireballs, invisibility or flying away. Anyone?"

Awww... no one?

Limping back into the training room Orophear raises his hand,"I guess I will take you up on that, Lilianne."

Ooooh... Excellent! A fellow elf Let's see whose art will prevail :-)

Where would you like the bout to take place?

"Ladies choice."

Crossroads River?

"Sure, why not. Throw up a post in the challenge thread and I'll see you there." he says with a deep bow.

Gurgun looks refreshed after his healing session, downing a huge tankard of some foul-smelling brew.
Ah, she went for the grease-pit! Amazing creature! he says appreciatively. Anyone else up for a wrestling match?

Korst seems to have found challenges elsewhere. Anyone else interested in facing me in the pit?
The hobgoblin is still glistening from the grease and is wearing nothing but a pair of very short, very tight-fitting trousers.

I walked over to the hobgoblin, a fellow Seeker I had learned, trained similarly to myself. I bowed and answered in the traditional way "By the Binder, let us practice sport of wrestling." I had read about Untherite oil wrestling, to which this similar, and it seemed quite tricky. This would be enlightening, I felt.


Hey, fellow Seeker of Oghma! Walter here is Monk 2 / Cleric 1 / Fighter 1 (yeah, not the best) and better at sword-fighting, but I'll have a go.

I'll edit the Korst vs Gurgun match if you're interested.
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Greetings fellow seeker! We could fight with weapons if you want. Gurgun offers.

OOC: If you're fine with the grease pit go ahead and edit the Korst match!

Let's try the wrestling first, and see where we go from there. Maybe make it the best of two styles.

Edited.

The "Chong! Hong!" stuff is a custom from Tae Kwon Do tournaments, if anyone's interested.
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The dwarf slams his empty mug down on the bar and wipes the foam off his braided beard. Anyone up fer a fight?

A few tables away from the bar, an Elf is just finishing his feymead, savoring the last drops while perusing a slim bound pamphlet written in some strange tongue.  At Gwendol's challenge, he lays down the pamphlet and looks over at the dwarf.  "With you, or against you?" Syntari inquires, an amused expression on his face.  "I'm game, either way."

No weapons ... how could I lose? :)
I guess that leaves me out...
I do not even remember the arena layouts.

Ah wouldn't want ter fight withoot me sword; Orcsbane never leaves me side! The dwarf chuckles, gripping the hilt of a huge greatsword leaning against the bar. Jhered! Yer kin was quicker ter reply, I'll get back ter yer later! An' Syntari, guess yer ter choose yer place ter die then!

"In my bed," the Elf retorts, grinning impishly, "with a glass of good wine in one hand and a comely lass beneath the other.  But as for a choosing a place to spar with the likes of *you* - I suppose the river crossroads will do as well as any."

OOC:  Is the river crossroads arena considered "underground", btw?  Not sure how its ceiling works.

From the place we found all the maps:

Other Points of Interest
* The Arena boundaries are the map edges, 40' above ground level, and 10' below ground level.
* There is a transparent multilayered wall of force ceiling 40' above ground level.

Aye lad, yer got that right! Gwendol laughs. Gatethering his gear he adds An' off we go ter that crossroads then!

OOC: will just go over my spell selection before we start!

All set!

*sighs* Anyone willing to fight a conjurer/paragon ECL 6?

And fight hordes of conjured beasts? Sure, if I can get back-up. The dark-skinned half-elf grins.

You sure you want to fight hellhounds that sniff out your hiding place and roast you with their fiery breath even in the darkest cavern?

Why did you think I put out a call for a back-up?

Because I'm already ECL6 :P

I'll help, if you want. Two ECL 4 against one ECL 6 should be about even, right? heh...

I'm actually level 5, just forgot to update the profile. But if Liliane agrees I'd be glad to have you along if we fight in the sands of time arena (no flying). Shall we roll for starting area?

Why does everyone have a problem with me flying? It's like... my main advantage!

But yeah, I can cope. I usually manage. *grin*

Perhaps he is not keen facing a flying hippogriff...

Very well, Sands of Set it is.

Another elf walks into the area and looks around the room to see what there in way of matches to work on her prowness. Despite her moon elf appearance there something almost foreign in the cut of her clothes, showing a kara-tur influence.

She settles into a comfortable seat and pulls out an elven harp and starts to play, singing softly.
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Tamarie continues to play her harp, the music filling the tavern, "So are there those here to fight or merely to watch and socialize? Her soft soprano is like an elven song and paces to the music she is playing.

There was a dwarf in the corner, hunched over a mug. He looked up, stretched and yawned. "I'll fight ye, if ye want." he muttered, seemingly quite tired and regretful. He wasn't a dwarf at all; he was duergar.


Duergar Ranger 2 / Fighter 3
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"Any preference for field." This would be her first fight here in the area but she has a few tricks up her sleeve depending on the field. The notes continue to ripple from her harp as she studies the dwarf to try to judge his stance and skill.

The dwarf stood up from his seat, stretched a bit. He moved surprisingly quietly. "Nay preference, lass. Whatever ye please... Ah, it'll be good ta do somethin' after all this time waitin' fer a Dungeon Master."

Tamarie considers the dwarf, "Well now, that depends on your preferences. Do you like open or cover, do you mind if I bring my mount into the battle with me?" She wants to be sure of the parameters. She is sure she has a few things that are an edge but his race and own secrets might balance it. He is likely stronger though she is probably more agile.

"Mmm, let's have some cover ta work with. An' ye can bring yer horsey."

Tamarie smiles, "Then how about in the crossroads river. I think that it gives a little cover yet the terrain is such I can manevuer. My horse can easily jump the stream at need." Tamarie doesn't plan for much in way of ranged battle. Her horse gives her the necessary edge, the way to prepare for and counter invisibility and illusion.
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"Alright, tha Crossroads River it is. I'll go talk to that boss."

The sun elf entered the tavern and looked around to take in the scenery. Satisfied there was no obvious danger she strode forward with typical elven grace and found herself a seat. After she put down her bow and quiver she waved for the waitress and ordered a fine elven wine, using the opportunity she asked "Can you tell me whether there is anyone needing a training fight with a multi-talented elf?"

Paragon/Ranger/Wizard/Abjurant Champion ECL 8 looking for a fight.
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The door opened and a very pale elf walked through the door, just the blink-of-an-eye later she steered towards the already seated sun elf. "Lysande? Is that you?" she said, appearing very surprised. "It's been a while since you visited in Evereska, how were your journeys?"

Tamarie returns to the tavern after having her wounds tended, a day to let her belt recharge and settles herself in the corner again to play her harp. The music is an elvish love ballad and the accent is pure evermeet court as she sings and entertains. She might not be a bard, but she is a capable minstrel.

"Oi... the girl with the harp." Michaela strolls over and gives her a grin. "You beat that dwarf just now, right? Hows about a little match with me?"

"Miss Lysande... is it? I would spar with you, if you are still willing." The drow smiles, slightly abashedly.

"Of course, I'm an elf, I can take you on." Lysande said proudly. "Where?"

"How about... the lost temple?" Illianka smiled as she made the suggestion. If Lysande thought that being an elf would be enough...

Tamarie smiles as she puts her cap on, "Well now. Another challenge. So tell me what you do before we challenge." She studies the one challenging her and considers what sort of battle this would be.
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"I burn things." Michaela grinned, rolling her wrist and revealing an orb of flame in her hand. "And you?"

Tamarie considers, "I generally dodge the fires." She considers, her hands still playing her harp and keeping the music flowing. "What sort of battle ground did you consider." A dedicated sorceress could be a problem but she is really interested in the challenge. This is not warrior to warrior though. She might need to use her bow again.

"Well, of course I favour the Ring of Fire... but I suppose the crossroads river would be appropriate as a tactically neutral ground." Michaela smirked.

Tamarie makes mental note to adjust her equipment a little and then smile, "Very well, the ring of fire it is." She smiles as continues the music. "It seems like a very fair battle field though it means I will have to go unmounted, I suspect."

ooc: Lillianka, I remember that map only vaguely and I don't remember any details about it like the other maps have (pillars, water or anything) though I do remember a long drawn out fight in the caves with Gurgun and Korst. Which I hated. By the way: What's a NOM?

ooc: Lost temple: A few walls, and a load of debris on the floor. A big fallen-over statue at the top. NOM is Nomad. Psychoporter.

"Ring of Fire. I'll go register the match." Michaela grinned.

"Alright, you have chosen your arena."

ooc: There is no lighting conditions or other specialties. Just walls and that's it. Feel free to have an arena set up.

Lost temple is a good map, I lost to Aden there. The caves Lysande mentioned are not so good for arena fights 1 vs 1 since the area is a bit too large.

A gold elf slips into the tavern looking for a foe worthy of her. "I need to practice for war." She studies those present. Her greatsword on her back.

A golden-eyed woman raised from her chair, decked out in heavy red full plate. "Thalia ab del Farraq, at your service. Where would you like to test your skill?"

"Do you have a preference? A war wizard can fight almost anywhere though depending on the location, the battle might have to wait until tomorrow while I prepare spells." The elf is mostly prepared for battle.

"I'm not keen fighting elusive targets, how about close quarters?" the aasimar asked.

Tarlassana considers carefully, "Well, I think I can deal with the close quarters field though I will warn you. If I chose to be elusive, I will be elusive." She smiles.

"Fair enough." Thalia said with a gentle smile, a smile that had an additional quality you couldn't quite put your finger on.

The dwarven warrior-priest comes bustling through the doors of the inn, clearly not satisfied with the outcome of the marathon battle.
Ach! A large ale fer a tharsty throot. Anyone 'ere that does not keep them huge varmin fer a pet that would care ter cross blades?

"Gwendol, old pal," a youth in scholar's robes calls over from a small table by the bar, "there's some excellent Miner's on tap here - join me?"  He motions to an empty seat across the table from him.  "I hear you got trounced by the Silverylunar, after considerable dawdling.  No matter - I do not envy the next person you cross blades with!  If you are up for a team effort, would you like to join up against an opposed duo, or perhaps a more veteran single opponent?"

Ach, that'll be jus' thar right thing ter set meh straight!
The dwarf thankfully takes the tankard and a place right next to the scholar, sweeping his gaze across the inn trying to see who seem up for a match.

Orophear stands and stretches, working the stiffness from his joints and muscles.
"Well, I think I've waited long enough. Anyone up for a match?"

"Perhaps Gwendol and I can help alleviate your boredom," the academician offers.  "We should be an even match for you, if the tales of your derring-do are well-founded.  And if they are not, well, perhaps you can find a friend to watch your back..."

OOC:  An even match if Orophear is level 6; if still level 5, then adding a level 3 sidekick would make for a relatively even match against Garath and Gwendol.

OOC: OOPS I am in fact 6th level.

"I am always up for a challenge, good sir." the elf said with a slight bow.

Aye! Ah quenched meh thirst an' ready ter swing meh sword again! The Gods know Ah never really got thar chance last fight! The dwarf says, slamming his armoured fist against the bar.

Garath finishes draining his own tankard of ale, and dabs at his mouth with a napkin.  "Excellent!  Master Mithrandir, would you care to express a preference for a venue?"  He shrugs slightly at the dwarf, "Seems only fair to let him pick, seeing as he is one and we are two..."

Ach, fair is a relative term!

Orophear gave the dwarf a slight bow, a smile spreading over his face.
"Crossroad Caverns then."

"A fine choice.  Gwendol, shall we step aside to discuss our strategems?"

The fair-haired youth gestures at a quiet alcove, set with a stone-topped table with an outlined representation of the crossroads caverns arena, and motions for the dwarf to join him there to confer.

The dwarf joins him.

Tarlassana moves about looking for another fight perhaps. She has rememorized spells and planning for a battle if she can find one.

Tarlassana studies the various battle fields as she waits for a duel. She toys with trying three on one against Orophear and his two playmates but that might be a bit much for her.

Tarlassana, would you consider teaming up with me against Orophear with his comerades ?

Human wiz 3/Sor 1.

That'll be a fair challenge, but we get ter choose thar arena.

Tarlassana considers, "Exactly who is on which side? I think choice of battle ground could be powerful, How about you get to choose two battle grounds and we get to pick which of the two we want."

"I am going to have to decline for this battle."

OOC: I am going to be on vacation for the next week so I don't want to hold you guys up.

A large woman of decidedly draconic heritage enters the inn. Decked out in fullplate armor and armed with two greatswords she looks about, the golden scales on her skin glittered in the light as her powerful jaws worked "Anyone looking for a real fight?"

OOC:  I'm on vacation until the end of next week, as well - happy to take on the challenge at that time, if Orophear's game for it.

You are aware that ECL 4 vs ECL 9 might be a bit more than you expect...

Sorry, that was in reference to Tarlassana's and Nerissa's challenge.

Though, if Gwendol and Orophear are up for it, maybe the three of us could take you on as well?

Sure, if the others agree.

Sounds good to me when I get back.

In reply to Orophear Mithrandir (msg #245):

Ah'll be joinin' yer! Dyin' ter see a greatsword double-wielder! Gwendol chuckles.

"So," the wizard offers from his perch by the counter, wineglass in hand, "are we ready to select an arena?  Master Mithrandir, have you completed the other business you were about, the vacation you had mentioned?"

"Indeed I have and am ready to engage in some sword play" the duskblade says with a smile.

"Pick your two arena choices and then Nerissa and I will select from those two." She wonders if this is really a fair fight. She watched the battle with Orophear and the tactics used against him would fail completely against her.

So, which arena do we most want to meet our fate in? Dungeons and close quarters? Or that temple place?

Yer can choose between thar keep or them caverns!

When you've decided, just drop me a line and I'll get the thread set up. ^^

Tarlassana consders the choices and looks at her companion. "I prefer the caverns as there is not as much garbage to trip over but I leave it up to you, Nerissa" The others have no idea what they are getting themselves into with her. Even Orophear has never seen more than some stormbolts and magic missiles from her.

"The caverns then." Nerissa replied with a shrug, not particularely happy to walk around in semi-darkness.

Tarlassana reaches into her pouch and displays two items to her partner, "I will want them back at the end of the battle." They are two copper pieces that seem to be burning with a flame though cold to the touch. "continual flame coins. I make them in bulk at need." She has another one for herself. "I also have light cantrip in memory."

"Thank you. I have two light spells prepped as well. That should make enough light as necessary." the mage answered.

A girl dressed in Calashite stile enters the inn and looks around, the tell-tale tinkling of chainmail can be heard and gives her protection away. Carrying a scimitar and crossbow these seem her only weapons. "I am looking for some training fight. Anyone willing?"

On a different note: Garath, Gwendol, when did you level up? When we arranged the fight you posted both being ECL4 if I remember correctly.

In reply to Nerissa (msg #258):

Before deciding which two arenas to suggest, as you can see from the biolines. My level up was reviewed and approved by BCM.

I hope this answers your question?

Oh I don't doubt your level up was correct. I just find it a bit unfair not informing your opponents about the level up, in particular level 4 to 5, that's all. Perhaps I would have backed out or chosen a different pc of mine then?

Just means more XP when we win.

If Nerissa survives you mean. As a purebread wizard she does not have significant hitpoints, nor has she been given enough xp or gp in her region to buy gear that would grant additional HPs :(

If a PC levels up in the midst of setting up a fight, it is the player's responsibility to inform any and all opponents of the change.  It is the right thing to do, and now I'm stating it as an official rule since this has happened.  Be completely upfront in the future, please.  Simply changing bio-lines doesn't cut it.  If a battle is already being discussed, opponents would have no need to check them just to see if you had possibly leveled in the past few days.  Announce it next time.  Thank you.

Thank you for the clarification DM Windwalker.

In reply to DM Windwalker (msg #263):
Absolutely and I stand corrected. This was a stupid oversight from my part and the worst thing is I've done it before (see match vs Syntari).
I will not repeat this omission.

And I stand next to him - i.e., corrected.  Fighting comrades need to stand together, you know?

You are welcome, Nerissa.  :)

Thank you for understanding, boys.  I appreciate it.  :)

Now one of you groups go kick the other groups' rear-ends for me.  :p

I'm trying, I'm trying!  :)

I must say, this is one of the most interesting arena battles I've seen so far - fast-paced, highly tactical and with plenty of surprises.  Win or lose, kudos to Tarlassana and Nerissa for being stimulating opponents.  And we've only just started round 4!

You did choose to fight two highly-intelligent, creative, tactical girls to fight against.  :p  This is why I like my monk.  Straight-forward.  No surprises for me to frantically try to come up with.  :p  I can't do all that this spell here and that spell there.  It's why I rarely play spellcasters.

You should try and play Gwendol; plenty of fun, and at his waddling pace around the battlefield you have plenty of time to think about what to do next! ;-)

Yep, Tarlassana loves webbed up battle fields since she can move about them freely. It is good way to split you guys up.

"Erm... excuse me. It appears your combat is over. Is anyone interested in another fight against a sorceress?" the girl in the arabian outfit inquires to nobody in particular.

I am more than willing to face a sorcerer but you might need som people to team with you against me. TArlassana is prepared now the next fight and she will do much better.

"Perhaps I could help you? I could use a little sparring." the woman in splendid green and gold armor says as she enters the inn. "But we get to chose the arena."

"You pick too, I get to chose among those two." She is careful and cautious knowing some battle fields are not suited for her.

"Very well, chose between the Sands of Set or the Keep, Effendi." the girl dressed in desert gear said and watched her oponent intently.

"The keep then. I do not like the evil of the sands of Set." Tarlassana considers the two and her preparations.

"As you wish, Effendi" the girl said and bowed slightly before returning to her quarters to prepare for the fight.
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Garath materializes, still in spinagon form, but quickly reverts to his natural shape - a gangly Chondathan teenager, shoulder-length blond hair framing a good-natured, smooth-cheeked face.  He straightens his tunic, and heads to the bar, where the attendant has already refilled his wineglass.  Picking up the glass he raises it in a salute to Orophear and Gwendol, the latter already more than halfway down an ogre-sized mug of dark ale.  "Good fight, eh?  Worthy opponents, cunning maneuvers... and interesting magicks!"

[OOC:  And would some kind DM please handle the formalities of recording the fight in the Arena Records? :) ]

"Say, Gwendol," the mage continues, "would you be up for that match with Aerin?  Do you think we would need additional reinforcement?  I wonder what Quinlan is up to these days..."

Records have been updated. Good fight.

The half-drow suddenly appears. You called?

I was kind of looking to fight a monster. Would one of you fine Arena Masters set that up?

Hello Zar'da, what CR would you like to be served and in which arena would you like to dine? ;)

"Hey, Quinlan," the wizard raises his wineglass to salute the newly-arrived half-drow.  "'Tis good to see you again!  Lady Aerin had inquired after potential challengers, and I was just asking Gwendol if he thought you might be interested in joining the two of us to challenge her."

I'm not one known to reject a challenge! Have we agreed upon a venue for this contest of skill?

"Not as yet, my friend.  Lady Aerin is in the special gallery overlooking the Keep arena at present," Garath points in the direction of the arena named.  "I am given to understand she has a personal interest in a match going on there.  On her return, perhaps we can discuss the venue."

Am I to understand we're to team up with our height challenged friend here? Quinlan replies, indicating the dwarf at the bar.

"Indeed.  If that is alright with you?  I enjoyed our match together against Team Bacon, some while past.  It would be interesting to see how we have each progressed since then."

Zar'Da thought for a moment or two and said,"I guess something that is along my level of experience or slightly higher for a bit of a challenge. As far as the arena, dealers choice."

It will be done as you wish...

Tarlassana sighs and considers whether she should even try another match.

Perhaps a monster, Miss Tarlassana?

Tarlassana considers, "What are you offering as an opponent."

Practically whatever you chose, the higher the CR, the higher the XP reward and the more challenging the fight. You may also chose the arena.

Tarlassana considers, "I don't necessarily learn from monsters. Still, it would be nice to have a victory for once. I would like a rematch against Garath and company."

The choice is up to you, Miss Tarlassana. If Garath and the others are willing to setup a re-match, I'll be happy to oblige with resetting the arena for you.

The Wheloonite gives a half-bow to the evoker from his seat at the bar.  "I am flattered, milady, that you consider me an opponent you can learn anything more from.  Once the match between masters Fairfellow and Twinbeard, and myself, on the one hand, and lady Aerin, on the other, is over, I shall confer with my comrades to see if we are up for a rematch against you."

Ah can fight yer, lass. Not sure Orophear be up ter thar task though, yer need ter ask'em. Also we're preppin' fer a match against Aeir.

Aaeir Al-Raji? ;)

I would find that very surprising.

"I am taking a bit of a break from the arena, good Tarlessana." the elf said with a low bow.

Meh too lass! I'm examin' him fer wounds an' damage back in Beregost right now! Ah meant that fine lady Aerin an' meh tongue must'av slipped.

It might have been slip, but those words turned out rather prophetic. ;)

*tinkling Twilight Zone theme*

Wow, there is no coincidence, is there?

"Have you made a decision on which Arena you want to fight in?" the dragon-kin asked, armor plates screeching softly as they scraped against eachother.

ooc: I should be ready to start this fight soon.

Just about ready with a proposal!

Um... what does DB stand for in your bio lines, Quinlan?

That would be Duskblade... still tweaking the build but aiming to have it DM approved very soon.

Duskblade hmm..? Never liked 'em as I cannot understand why they don't have anything essential as Shield on their list. But they do have some nice offensive spells, shocking grasp on a blade can be mean and Kelgore's Firebolt is always a good offence at a distance. Of course Ray of Enfeeblement is a near must if you intend to go toe to toe with some big bad evil types, kinda cuts them down to your size. I prefer true strike and power attack, you don't need too many strikes to put your foe down that way.

Hehe, you've pretty much stated the spells considered. Power attack for a TWF high dex rogue... nah! True strike is nice though.
I really just want to play around with spells, and the duskblade looks like a good fit to a sneaky character actually.

Hmmm... I guess I would not take true strike if I couldn't bring power attack in. It means you 'waste' a round casting it as a standard action, this may be good if you lie in ambush, but not that convenient when already in melee. If I saw you casting that, I'd be trying to get out of your reach quickly. But of course battles in the regions are different from battles in the arena. Just a thought: You can always get an eternal wand with True Strike. Since it is not level dependent it doesn't matter it is CL1. It would be different if you had chosen wizard, where you can exchange your spells more readily.

But these are only suggestions, you make your choices as you see fit :)

The thought of an eternal wand for true strike has crossed my mind ;-)

How about the Dark Temple; it makes me feel right at home? The half-drow offers.

"Seems like that arena is currently attached to this plane," the wizard adds, peering at the indicator torch for the arena in question - the Lost Temple...

OOC: http://i106.photobucket.com/al...ick20/LostTemple.jpg

"Hmm... that doesn't look too good for you, no long distance sight for spells or bow fire. Good for Quinlan's hiding in shadows. But I don't see a descriptive parchment." Aerin replies, the golden scales on her skin reflecting the torchlight beautifully.

ooc: In other words there is no description on ceiling height and wall makeup. I can see no light sources, is this underground or above like the keep? I insist we clarify this in detail before we setup a game in this arena.

OOC:  If there is an authoritative description, it would be great if one of the DMs could post it in the Maps thread.  Otherwise, I would propose the following:
*  30' ceiling; floor, walls and ceiling are stone; the temple is underground
*  Hampered movement (double cost to move) in the squares marked with a little triangle in the upper right corner (e.g. where the fallen statue is; the triangles can be a little hard to see but they're there)
*  No light sources inside the temple, but D/E-17/18 - the squares in the plinth from which the statue fell - are faintly lit (shadowy illumination) by means of sunlight filtering through a crystal-vein skylight above

As far as I know there is no description for this arena.

Height: 20ft, not 30ft - I don't want you out of my reach my little mephit/demonic friend, it is enough you will be able to move hundreds of feet in one round then swap your position with Gwendol to trim me down ;)

No light. Um... Not even torches? Well, that will be your funeral Mr. Wizard sir as it limits your spell range to a max of 60ft - your darkvision range. That includes your benign transposition spells. Are you sure you want no light in this arena? Keep in mind this limits Gwendol's crossbow and Quinlan's bow attacks to that range as well, everyone beyond is for all intents and purposes invisible.

OOC:  If the arena had more long lines of sight, I'd be more concerned about vision range.  As it is, though, lines of sight are broken up pretty much everywhere, so by the time two parties have line of effect/sight to each other, they are probably within darkvision range.  I think 30' ceiling is more in line with the other arenas, but I'll defer to Quin and Gwendol if they feel comfortable with 20'.

I'll be waiting for their comments then.

On a tangent: Would you be able to mark the map more clearly as to where the rubble is, I've strained my eyes (and I do have a 17" screen) and cannot see what you are referring to.

Ah don' have a crossbow an' will have no objections ter 20 feet ceiling height.

20' ceiling is acceptable. On a side note my level up is accepted so I'm good to go!

OOC:  With the arena set and defined, I'll need to update spell selection - I'll be ready by weekend's end at latest.

Well it seems that's settled then. Aerin has aquired some magic items a while ago but does not have them in her possession right now (we are still discussing what to do with the new half-drow player ;) and posting rates in the Vast aren't exceptionally high. The items are approved by our DM BadCatMan and they are on her sheet, yet technically stay in her room back at the inn. If you can accept her having these items in the duel I'm ready to go. Otherwise I'll have to wait until our group decides to head back to rest.

Considering you accepted my level up I would say yes to your request.

OOC: Fine by me too.  And, I'm ready for the fight!  To the Lost Temple it is...

Hampered movement squares:
E8-10
F8-12
G8-9

Q25-26
R24-26
S24-26
T23-24
U23-24
V23

A20-21, 24-25
B20-25
C20-26
D20-24
E20-22
F20-22
G20-21

I think that's it.
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What about Gwendol?

The fair-haired wizardling looks at Gwendol, who seems intent on wedging himself around a mass of tankard-borne dark ale almost as large as his torso.  Garath's face lights up in a boyish grin, and he turns to Aerin with a passable imitation of the priest's thick dwarven accent.  "Och, lassie, dinnae disterb the gud dworf, he be busy a'wettin' his beards wi' a wee keg o' pre-battle ale.  'Tis treditional, ye know, afore a fight wi' an honorable foe like ye'self.  Dinnae worry, Gwendol winnae be fer shyin' away from this battle."

With a wink at the witch-warrior, he then addresses the dwarf, cheerfully reverting to his usual, Suzail-accented speech.  "Is that not right, Gwendol?  Nay, answer not, but take another gulp if you accept Lady Aerin's terms."

Gulp!, Buurp...

Whoa, took you 9 rounds to beat her up, even as she was helpless for the whole time, except the first round.

Garath, since you are so much into testing tactics and the likes, there is another  PC of mine who needs a beating a test run since I've been revamping her after her four classes really botched up any possibility to take a decent PrC. Would you be intrested in a match against a half-elven beguiler ECL8? Take who you want as a partner, I'm really just looking for a test fight since I haven't had her sheet finalized yet.

I'd be interested since I clearly need to get used to the new spellcasting abilities.

Yep, quite a tank you have there :)

Sure, I'd be up for a match, and honored to give your beguiler a try, just please give me until the weekend to get ready; Quin, I'm glad you're on board!

I will be available until the 16/12, after which I don't expect to be online before 28/12 or so due to travels.

Reading up on Beguilers eh? Oh well... I just have to be that more tricky...

Any non-spellcasters up for a challenge?

"I'll take you on for a rematch!" Eirik declared, still bloody and flush with victory after successfully joining a Berserker Lodge.


OOC: Barbarian 5, and you outmatch me in most areas. We fought once yonks ago, you won.

"By Tempus, I accept your challenge!" the northern Barbarian answered, having gone far too long without any good fights now.


OOC: Want to make it a two-on-one fight, then?  :p  Ceithern is on the stronger side of level six, anyway, so long as he doesn't go up against magic-users.  You could throw in either Raiden or Ragnar, that ought to even things out a bit.

Nerissa entered the place again. The mage looked around shyly after her latest defeat. "Is there anyone willing to take on a conjurer for a sparring match? I have learned a few new things and would like to learn to coordinate them." her eyes sought one who would try. "Oh and I'm nothing like Master Garath, I know no fireballs or enchantments either."

ooc: Leveled up and need somebody to test my skills on :)