Tournament of Champions CR .5 to 5 (Archive)

[Gansk]

Olga draws first blood! (Rolled 18) 1 plus 1 cold! Krondin has 4 hp left.

Olga parries Krondin's axe with her shield! (Rolled 14)

Round 6:

Krondin's armor protects him once more. (Rolled 11)

Starting to panic, Krondin misses wildly! (Rolled 5)

Round 7:

Scale mail trumps sword again! (Rolled 13)

Olga's armor protects her as well. (Rolled 12)

Round 8:

Not close for either one this time! (Rolled 5 & 7)

Round 9:

Olga almost hits herself! (Rolled natural 1)

Krondin, say it isn't so! (Rolled 7)

Round 10:

Olga avoids the draw and hits again! (Rolled 18) 2 plus 1 cold! Krondin has 1 hp left.

Krondin continues his inept fighting ways. (Rolled 8)

Round 11:

Olga rides the streak and hits again! (Rolled 19) 3 plus 1 cold! Krondin has -3 hp left and is dying.

Ding Ding Ding!

"And the winner, by standard victory in a marathon 11 rounds, Ooooooooooooooolga!"

 

[Gansk]

“Ladies, gentlemen, and genderless creatures! Let’s get right into our third quarterfinal match of the CR .5 edition of the Tournament of Champions! This match features the best of the Neutral Good forces against the best of the Neutral Evil forces.”

Making her way into the arena and starting at position 115N60E, this combatant measures 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 119 pounds. She is undefeated in the main battle, with a record of one win, zero losses, and one draw to Neutral’s dreaded pony! (snicker) She hails from the distant land of Frenholm on the Prime Material plane, where she is a member of the Royal Guard. She unabashedly claims to have both noble and celestial blood in her veins, and plans to step forth to conquer evil! Representing the forces of Neutral Good, please welcome the aasimar Daaaaaaaaaaana!”

Dana of Frenholm enters to the cheers of the Neutral Good faction of the audience. Too beautiful to be a warrior, she takes on a calm, serene air as she makes her way to her starting position. Wearing scale mail and a heavy shield strapped to her back, she sheathes her longsword and loads her light crossbow. Her face glows with an inner radiance as she stares at her opponent’s starting position.

“Now making his way into the arena and starting at position 0N60E, this combatant measures 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He is winless in the main battle, with a record of zero wins, one loss, and zero draws. In his only loss, he was forced to fight the much more powerful varoot nerra, where he was outclassed by his Neutral opponent. He vows to fare better against his arch-rival! Representing the forces of Neutral Evil, please welcome the tiefling Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiske!”

The raucous cheers of the Neutral Evil faction surround Biske the Tiefling as he enters. He’s young, with a mop of oily-looking black hair and a double-pronged goatee capping the base of his square-ish head. Two small brown horns protrude through the thick hair hanging over his forehead. His wide chest is protected by a coat of leather that has been dyed a deep crimson and studded with dull, black spikes. A light shield is strapped to his back and his rapier is sheathed. His light crossbow is locked and loaded.

Psybo communicates telepathically to the two combatants. “Neutral Good will have initiative unless he states otherwise. Now go at it!”

“Cue the music. Let's get ready to rumbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuull!”

 

[Greybar]

Dana proudly advances into the arena, sketching a salute to her opponent with a gauntleted hand. The arena lights ripple off of the scales of her armor.

(MEA to 95N60E, Std: ready attack if Biske moves within 80" short range of the crossbow)

 

[Komodo]

Biske strides confidently into the arena and raises a clenched fist towards the cheering fans. He meets eyes with his opponent, and chuckles disdainfully. With a devious grin, he swirls his hands together, and a tendrilous wave of shadow erupts from his body and spreads across the arena floor.

Entering at 0N60E, moving to 20N80E, and casting darkness.

 

[Gansk]

Biske never came into Dana's range.

Round 2!

 

[Greybar]

Dana smiles somewhat patronizingly as she continues to advance and with a few words of prayer taps the top of her helmet, which begins shedding pure daylight

(MEA: Advance to 95N80E, Std: cast daylight on helm)

 

[Komodo]

Biske grins through the darkness and looses a bolt from his crossbow, then creeps to 110N80E.

Attack at +2, Hide +5, Move Silently +1.

 

[Gansk]

Biske grins through the darkness and looses a bolt from his crossbow, then creeps to 110N80E.

OOC: 20N80E to 110N80E is a little too far to do in one round. I assume you mean 10N80E.

The bolt strikes Dana right in the gut! (Rolled 18) 5 points of damage! Dana is disabled!

Dana can see Biske in the darkness. (Rolled 20 Spot vs. 17 Hide check)

Round 3!

 

[Greybar]

Dana drops to the ground, and looses a bolt from her crossbow at the concealed teifling.

(Free: drop prone: Std: fire crossbow)

 

[Gansk]

Biske dodges the bolt! (Rolled 13)

Unfortunately, Dana doesn't get back up off the ground, as she is dying.

Ding Ding Ding!

"The winner, by standard victory in four rounds, Biiiiiiiiiiiiiske!"