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Post by enchilada on Feb 7, 2019 12:14:47 GMT
At last, he fell to his knees, and then fell onto his face. He had been defeated. It was an embarrassment to say the least, but he was also in great pain, and- he fell unconscious, unstable. The crowd screamed in delight, mixed through with some booing, although most had come for fun and games, others had bet large amounts of money, and now lost it. The body was rushed away, still bleeding, to be saved and repaired, starting at the bottom and working up again to this position.
Soon there would be another opponent for Arioch.
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Feb 7, 2019 19:16:31 GMT
The roar of the crowd was deafening and after that last strike he could feel a tingle in his body, a shiver of pure thrill and pleasure, a rush of pure savagery. He roared as well, and looked down at the man at his feet, before taking a long look at the people at the balcony and the rest of the public. There would be no call for a certain death there he noticed, the man was out of combat and that was it. The gates opened once again and a team came to retrieve the fallen gladiator while he retreated through the same gate he had came out of, leaving the thunderous arena behind as he once again walked inside the place.
Now it was his turn to have his sword show up with blood on the edges, and his own body with small wounds and sparkles of blood all over him. He smiled a wolfish grin at the few that still remained waiting inside and gave them a nod before walking by and heading to tend his injuries. Soon after this round was done there would come another combat. And another with the ones that were victorious. And so on until only one remained and was proclaimed winner.
An elven man met up with him and was quick to examine him and deem him fit for a second round, and after some stitching, cleaning and waiting he was ready for the next round. Still, he had to wait around for longer, drank some water, and waited some more as one by one the first round was completed... And the second one began and he had to wait once again for his name to be called. At least another hour had passed before his name echoed through the belly of the stadium and he got up, his greatsword already cleaned and sharpened and headed outside once again; the shining sun radiating down into the winter below at the arena.
This time he didn't look at the crowd, but at the creature he was going to face... And then beckoned the crowd, showing a little interaction with them.
Healing 2 Hit Dice (Short Rest) tlsxZ7Cf2d12+4
Initiative 1d20+22d12+4·1d20+2
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Post by Arioch on Feb 7, 2019 19:23:12 GMT
HP: 32/32 Arioch enters a rage, should have clarified that but I can't edit posts without accidentally fudging the rolls
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Post by enchilada on Feb 8, 2019 11:30:21 GMT
The furred beast stood on two legs, angered and roughed up, but prepared to fight. It charged immediately at the barbarian, as soon as it caught a glimpse of him; it had no interest in caution, just in causing pain, and eventually leaving this arena. This time, most of the crowd seemed fixed on Arioch.
initiative
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Post by enchilada on Feb 8, 2019 11:33:30 GMT
Getting there before Arioch had an opportunity to react, the bugbear chieftain brought its morningstar down across his body. It had an air of bestial ferocity, obviously trying to act intimidatingly towards its opponent, but Arioch had surely signed up for this.
to hit
zHmr1Vlw1d20+5
damage
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Post by Arioch on Feb 8, 2019 19:59:59 GMT
Once again it had happened, his inexperience in the arena had costed him the upper hand in the first movements, as the both rushed to one another the more experienced opponent, a humanoid beast of the sort he had never seen before calculated the distance faster and quickly launched an attack on him. Arioch knew better than to try to stop on his feet after a charge so instead he tried to speed through it, which was a mistake as the spikes caught on his back as he was moving and left a gash from his upper shoulder to his middle back, he hadn't been quite as fast. He growled with pain, and with a pained scream he launched a furious, reckless attack against the creature.
Attack with advantage sX|ysb8_1d20+5
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2d6+5 + 1d6+21d20+5·1d20+5·2d6+5·1d6+2
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Post by Arioch on Feb 8, 2019 20:01:46 GMT
Yassssss Extra damage: YfJt74ad2d61d62d6·1d6
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Post by enchilada on Feb 8, 2019 20:15:20 GMT
The bugbear growled, then swung again. That had been a hefty strike, and it wasn’t happy. The crowd would likely want a longer fight, too, but it didn’t matter too much to the creature as long as it got out soon.
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Post by Arioch on Feb 8, 2019 20:22:31 GMT
"Tempus" He shouted with that last strike managing to stain his blade with the blood of the creature, his own blood already staining the arena below. He could feel the difference in temperature, the heat where his own blood was running through his body, the pain of open wounds. Once again he tried to dodge his opponent to almost no avail, the strength was crushing and incredibly hard to block. It went through without even touching his greatsword and hit him square in one side of the body, althought it wasn't an optimal strike, it was strong enough so that the spike sunk into his flesh.
"Witness me!" He called with an angry shout and rised his sword overhead and brought it down as hard as he could.
Attack with advantage wRwjdgIW1d20+5
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Post by Arioch on Feb 8, 2019 20:24:24 GMT
TEMPUUUUUUUUUUUS
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Post by enchilada on Feb 8, 2019 20:33:29 GMT
The bugbear yelped, almost like a dog kicked into the rain. It fell to the ground with that strike, hoping there’d be some kind of tactical advantage from the ground but knowing that its skull would soon be smashed in. It made a strike at Arioch’s legs.
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Post by enchilada on Feb 8, 2019 20:34:20 GMT
Critical check bc I’m bad at checking what I have copied
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Post by Arioch on Feb 8, 2019 20:59:20 GMT
Arioch managed to jump just in time, but it took a toll on his stamina moving that fast, stressful, he was getting tired; he wouldn't last much longer if the fight kept going. His opponents was far stronger than him and he knew that much, every one of his strikes would have been enough to kill him if it had struck where intended and he couldn't block. He needed to end that fight right there. After he jumped, he brought the sword down in a downwards thrust using it with both hands, putting the full weight of his body behind the attack.
Attack with advantage 2i_f1eFB1d20+5
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If it hits 2d6+5 + 1d6+21d20+5·1d20+5·2d6+5·1d6+2
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Post by enchilada on Feb 8, 2019 21:07:38 GMT
Arioch’s wishes were granted. The bugbear slumped, bleeding out, lifeless. The crowd surged in applause, a desperate fight was more exciting than one that was easily won - or easily lost. The team rushed on to take the body away, trailing more blood with them as they took it, and kicking up what dust remained dry. By now, some had to be dried blood, mixed in with dirt. It choked up one of the medics, who covered her face with a scarf. Some of the lower stands felt it too, but it was part of the fun.
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Post by Arioch on Feb 8, 2019 21:23:12 GMT
Arioch let out a roar of victory and exhultation as the blade sank deep into his enemy and past his flesh and bone and into the sand. A certain pleasure, electrical in nature, burned fiercely through his body making him feel weightless. He saw the life expire from the eyes of his opponent, and felt both pleasure and pity at the same time. On one hand it was the way of life, the weak perished to the strong. But he wasn't precisely weak... The beast had given him quite a fight and had been dangerous on her own right.
It was pity or rather... respect for an opponent. The crowd roared and he stumbled back as he took his greatsword out of his fallen enemy, completely dark with blood. He rose the sword up and took a look at the crowd, he could barely stand still as wounded as he was but he didn't let it show. He roared once again and the crowd echoed, and before he had taken three more breaths, colliseum workers came out to take the dead beast back inside. Turning back, he threw one last glance to the bugbear, and headed back inside walking slowly.
Surely, the combat had been won. But taking a life was never easy, and he would dream of it for sure in the nights to come. Eventually the inside of the building gave him a warm welcome, hidden from the winter winds of the outside and now even fewer participants gave him an uneasy look: He was completely covered in blood, his body with two rather large gashes across his body. Arioch moved past them and made his way to the "medical" wing where the gladiators were examined by the elf who would then give his veredict, and took seat while they tended to his wounds.
He tried to stay focused.
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