D&D 5E Gladiator: Round 3 (Industrygothica vs Azurewraith)

The Game Master sat in his room in Big Town, which was much more luxurious than the one in Small Town. At least here he had a proper room slave. He took his hood off, revealing his slightly pointed ears framing his all too human face, and closed his eyes. He needed a vacation. A long one. Its not that he minded watching the death and dying. He just needed to get away.

Oh well. It was time.

With a flourish he was once again on his pedestal overseeing the arena. This one was larger than the one in Small Town. The arena itself was still only a hundred feet across, but it was surrounded on all sides by seating that fit a good ten thousand people, and it was moderately full. People had heard of this small girl who seemed to kill with a look, and they wanted to see her for themselves.

The Arena was set up differently, of course. This one had actual wooden structures. The combatants would enter from either side, as before, only this time they would enter on a bridge that led to a small stage on either side. Stairs led down from the stage to the battlefield, but on the stage itself were a number of protective walls set in place, allowing the combatants to easily hide from spellcasters or ranged combatants.

In the middle of the battlefield where also a number of walls set up for the same reason. This allowed for a much more evenly matched fight than the ones in Small Town.


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Haling from parts unknown we have Lord Hiss, who may not be much to watch, but his methods are effective.

Hiss steps forward brushes some dirt from his armour as his forked toung tastes the air. He adjusts his grip along his staff and smiles."I can taste your fear mortal.

"And, hailing from the slave pens of Lord Zedric Voss, It's Knagh!" The orc steps through the door, spies his opponent, and tightens his grip on his axe.

Initiative: 1D20+1 = [2]+1 = 3

He was supposed to upsell the spectacle, but he just didn't care.

Instead, the Game Master just said "Begin," and rang his gong.

Hiss cackles at his opponent and his puny axe before running his hand across his staff causing it to turn black and become encased in frozen leaves before using it to lob a twin spiral of green and purple energy at the orc before ducking behind one of the walls.

Knagh snarls as the bolt of energy soars past him. As his opponent ducks behind a wall, Knagh rushes across the arena and closes the distance in the blink of an eye, before turning and swinging his axe hard.

Lord hiss suddenly seems to be a dear friend of this orcs.

Knagh raises his axe to finish the warlock, but finds that he is unable to complete the routine. He follows his new friend menacingly, not taking his eyes from him.

Hiss begins to mutter something under his breath as darkness begins to slither out of the end of his staff growing until it encompasses a 15ft cube blanketing everything in inky blackness.