tp
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Post by tp on Dec 27, 2017 3:03:48 GMT -5
It is Friday evening, the last shifts of the week ended 4 hours ago and the heavy drinking started ten minutes later. Four unlikely heroes (and I use that word in its loosest possible sense) are crammed into a small metal box of a room. This is the waiting room for the arena. All of you have done something, or just been somewhere at the wrong time and now, in the next few minutes you are due to fight to the death for the entertainment of the good workers of Hell Town mines. Maybe you will be fighting each other, maybe you will all be pitted against a foe, what ever the set up it looks unlikely more than one of you will be leaving the arena alive.
Currently a pair of elven twins are being pitted against a Smashosaurus. It doesn't sound like they are doing well.
The room you in is about 10 foot square. It has two doors, a small one by which you entered and a large one which makes up most of the opposite wall. At some point in the very near future this will open and your fight will begin.
Haemantine: emotions are running very high at the moment, the mos prominent are joy (from the crowds) and fear (from the fighters), so can you make L5 SRs in both WIZ and LK to see how they affect you.
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Post by ElvenScribe on Dec 27, 2017 11:31:16 GMT -5
Traegel laughs and is unintimidated. He spins his trusty axe in his right hand and says to the others in the box (in common tongue, heavily accented in an unknown off-worlder tongue), "If we fight together, comrades, you will have my axe at your side. And if we fight one another, I will give you no quarter and expect none from you. Either way, may our combat be glorious!"
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Post by zanshin on Dec 27, 2017 11:59:31 GMT -5
Kane grimaces, and mutters through the scarf over his mouth. 'There is no glory to be had. We live or we die. So far I have lived when all others have died.'
A whiff of brimstone joins the other smells in the room.
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darrght
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Post by darrght on Dec 27, 2017 14:09:07 GMT -5
Silex sits stock (should that be rock?) still looking at his fellow inmates. Only the pale gleam of light reflected in his large, black eyes is visible from within the shadow cast by his hood. He addresses the room In a deep, rumbling voice, "I have rarely found violent conflict to be glorious whatever the circumstances in which it occurs. However, I think our chances of seeing tomorrow's sunrise will be significantly higher if we work together."
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Post by khaboom on Dec 27, 2017 16:07:13 GMT -5
Haemantine makes L2 on WIZ but only L0 on LK. I guess he is picking up on the joy but being whacked by fear - what a heady brew.
Being nervous, he says nothing but the thrill of the killfest makes a smile play over his face at the same time. He looks quite manic.
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Post by zanshin on Dec 27, 2017 19:39:01 GMT -5
‘I think the silicoid is right’ says Kane. Now is as good a time to break out as any.
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Post by ElvenScribe on Dec 27, 2017 21:20:12 GMT -5
"If you have a serious plan to get out of this stink hole, count me I'm in." whispers Traegel to Kane.
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Post by khaboom on Dec 28, 2017 0:33:13 GMT -5
"Sounds like death either way. I want to live see tomorrow but I need to know there is hope of making it or I'd rather put a smile on people's faces as I take the final curtain."
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darrght
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Post by darrght on Dec 28, 2017 3:29:47 GMT -5
Silex leans forward just enough that part of his face emerges from the shadow of his hood. "It strikes me that we need to get the guards to open the door and come in if we are to manage to achieve egress from our current environment. Some sort of ruse, perhaps?" He opines in his gravelly voice and then places his hand on the floor. [OOC:- Time to attempt to show his fellow inmates his chamelioid talents oh GM, if that's okay with you?]
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Post by zanshin on Dec 28, 2017 4:16:52 GMT -5
Kane looks around for flammable materials. ‘I can create a fire, that might be a distraction that would get the guards to open the door.’
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tp
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Post by tp on Dec 28, 2017 4:31:54 GMT -5
Silex leans forward just enough that part of his face emerges from the shadow of his hood. "It strikes me that we need to get the guards to open the door and come in if we are to manage to achieve egress from our current environment. Some sort of ruse, perhaps?" He opines in his gravelly voice and then places his hand on the floor. [OOC:- Time to attempt to show his fellow inmates his chamelioid talents oh GM, if that's okay with you?] Go for it! There is nothing in the holding pen not made of metal. Outside the fight seems to be going to Smashosaur's way. |
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Post by zanshin on Dec 28, 2017 8:32:13 GMT -5
(Any bars or vent? As a final resort Kane could set light to his own leather armour)
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darrght
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Post by darrght on Dec 28, 2017 11:45:32 GMT -5
[OOC:- On the assumption that the people who run this place don't suffer from OCD and get the housekeepers in 10 times per day, there should be plenty of dirt and dust on the floor that contains enough silicates so that Silex can still give his chamelioid skills a go to try and blend in with the scattered detroitus. Over to you GM]
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Post by khaboom on Dec 30, 2017 1:00:12 GMT -5
"Why you so interested in dirt?" Haemantine asks. "You planning to dig your way out, friend?"
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tp
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Post by tp on Dec 30, 2017 4:40:33 GMT -5
There is a small vent, no bigger than a peice of a4 paper, in the ceiling. There is indeed lots of dirt on the floor, mainly the same sand the forms the floor of the fighting arena (soaks up the blod well). However as the floor is flat, and the room is small a L2 CHR roll is needed to camouflage.
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