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Tournament of Champions CR .5 to 5 (Archive)


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Seeing the jellyfish chilled, an exuberant musteval guardinal leaps from his bench. Punching at the air with his small furry hand-paws he squeaks, "Don't call it a come back! NG's been here for years!"
 

Luparo concentrates (22 Concentration) and the missiles fly.

They have an effect (21 CL check), inflicting 12 points of damage.

"The winnah, by standard victory after a grueling seventeen rounds, Lupaaaaaaaaaaaro!"

"Stay tuned for our much anticipated final match coming up. It should be a war!"
 



(One week later)

“Welcome back to our exciting final 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 Chaotic Good forces.”

“Making his way into the northern side of the arena, this combatant measures 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighs 172 pounds. He is undefeated with a record of five wins, zero losses, and one draw. He hails from the plane of Elysium. Representing the forces of Neutral Good, please welcome the lupinal Lupaaaaaaaro!”

Luparo enters to the cheers of the Neutral Good faction of the audience and concentrates. He appears to be a half-human, half-wolf creature, although regal and poised.

“Now making his way into the northeastern portion of the arena, this combatant measures 7 feet tall and weighs 125 pounds. He has a record of two wins, one loss, and zero draws. Hailing from the second layer of Arborea and representing the forces of Chaotic Good, please welcome the noviere eladrin Fishboooooooy!”

Fishboy enters to the wild cheers of the Chaotic Good faction of the audience. He resembles a stout aquatic elf, with greenish-blue skin and long greenish hair. His eyes are the color of the sea. He carries a trident and a large net is strapped to his body.

Psybo communicates telepathically to the two combatants. “Fishboy, you have the initiative. Luparo, you choose the starting positions. Now go at it!”
 

Luparo bows, glad to know that either way, the forces of good triumph. However, he feels he must demonstrate the value of balance over the over-emphasis on chaos. He decides to begin by placing himself at 95n60e and Fishboy at 20n0e.
 



Luparo rises into the air and backpedals slightly, preferring not to have his fur any wetter than necessary, and blasts fishboy with a cold energies, making little ice cubes around him like some eladrin mixed drink.

(MEA to 105n70e15z, SLA Cone of Cold)
 

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