Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
Posts: 333
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Post by Arioch on Feb 6, 2019 20:12:49 GMT
This was his first time in the arena and the first thing that surprised him was the sheer size of the stadium in which the gladiatorial combats would take place. He was in awe to say the least, while it had been one thing to sign himself up for the combats to come it had been another thing entirely to slowly walk into the innards of the place. Even from within he could hear the roar of the crowd above, their collective voices enough to make the place vibrate slowly. He saw the other combatants getting ready, and the various organizers and sponsors going around. Bets were plenty. He was still fairly new to this and hadn't gotten anyone interested him in, in spite of winning a few of the combats enough to make it into the interesting leagues.
It hadn't been big things, and without such a crowd. This was the first event like that he ever took part in. While sitting quietly holding his greatsword he could hear ocassionally the crowd roaring wild above, and felt the stadium shook. It sent slow shivers down his body in excitement and fear. He looked up to the rest of the combatants around him, some of them were with the same expressions on their faces as him... Or would have been if they had a mask like he did. Trying to remain strong in the face of something new and overwhelming, others were scared but not enough to pull off, after all everyone there was there because they wanted to. One way or another. Some others remained stern, stoic, quietly awaiting the call.
He learned then that the worst way in your first combat was not the combat itself but the dreaded wait. Every time another name came up and one of the combatants got up and it wasn't him. Every time the crowd growled wildly like a gargantuan beast of impossible size, and the announcer was getting ready to call another name. That anxiety that it might be his'. He was one of the last ones remaining when the announcer shouted his name, it almost took him by surprised. He had been preparing all that time to make his entrance, and when it called to him his mind went blank and he simply walked out into the sun, his eyes trying to accustom themselves to the light around after coming from the bowels of the building.
And when he stepped out, the roar of the crowd. The sheer size of the people watching. The arena. The stains of blood. The balconies. The boxes. He was getting goosebumps all over his body. He slowly turned around making a full circle to absorb it all into his field of view, it was dazzling. So much that he didn't really give a good look at his opponent until the announcer started to introduce them and was getting ready to start the match. The heavy metal gates closed behind him after he walked out. There was no going back now.
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Post by enchilada on Feb 6, 2019 21:52:10 GMT
He stuck his hands in the air, grinning to the crowd, as cocky as any. This man had seen blood and steel, and he wasn’t afraid of a little more. The greataxe was stained red, kept close to his side, and he brought his big paws back down to grasp the handle. It felt natural and cool to touch, the leather wrappings coming loose from extended use. After today he’d get it repaired, and it would probably end up much the same within a week. The mark of a well loved weapon, a finely tuned death machine that was like an extension of his body that carved the air and the flesh. It was graceful in a barbaric sort of way, but that’s what the crowds payed to see. Blood against the floor, in teeth and flying up in the air, spurting from open arteries. The metallic taste didn’t fade when he spat at the ground.
Looking across the arena, a new face. A young face. To go this far he was sure this guy must have been strong, must have been tough enough to get here. There’s no cheating in the arena, it’s hard to cheat at bloodshed. He let himself laugh, then he rolled his shoulders. Even if the challenger was good, he knew he was better, no question. No question at all. He didn’t hesitate, he ran. His legs carried him faster than he could muster for distances further than this, sudden adrenaline was the key to such short bursts of speed.
Initiative
d21x10Si1d20+1
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
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Post by Arioch on Feb 6, 2019 22:07:54 GMT
Arioch only had a very small, brief moment to appreciate the appeareance of his opponent. How rugged he looked and how big his axe was before the entire thing started; and the crowd roared mirroring the sound of his pounding heart as a new wave of that primal energy washed all over his body. He unsheated his greatsword and held it with both arms, the rush of danger immediately making him forget about anything else; forget his fear, forget his shock. The crowd behind him became a blur, a strangely colored hill, a roaring volcano somewhere. He focused on the man in front of him.
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Post by enchilada on Feb 6, 2019 22:14:15 GMT
The man’s axe swang down onto his opponent, determination and grit flashing onto his face like a statue caught in a moment of complete fury. He yelled, grunted, and generally allowed his body to express its movements through sound. He threw his weight around, he threw his axe with it. His mind focused only on winning, he had to win.
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Post by enchilada on Feb 6, 2019 22:16:51 GMT
The axe glanced off Arioch’s sword, and the beserker stood in disbelief. He readied himself for an oncoming attack, but he no longer would allow belief to guide him to victory, instead just pure muscle and steel would strike down this Oh So Lucky lad.
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
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Post by Arioch on Feb 6, 2019 22:23:32 GMT
The man was fast; faster than Arioch had expected and more experienced than the barbarian in the ways of the arena. It was by pure instinct that he managed to block off the impact with his greatsword, moving slowly to the side. But even then he could feel the vibrations spreading from the weapon, to his hands, to his arms from the sheer force of the impact. He clenched his teeth and brought his sword towards the man from the side hoping to reach him. As his muscles tensed, he could feel the energy bubbling up from within. Something dark inside of him delighted with the bloodshed, and his weapon could be seen barely gleaming with the same fierceness.
Attack with Greatsword
VxLk_M091d20+5
If it hits
2d6+5
Slashing damage
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Radiant damage1d20+5·2d6+5·1d6+2
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
Posts: 333
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Post by Arioch on Feb 6, 2019 22:26:08 GMT
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Post by enchilada on Feb 6, 2019 22:38:38 GMT
He swung low this time, gritting his teeth. That hit hurt but he wouldn’t rest. There was no panic, he just wanted it over, and quickly.
Reckless. At the start of its turn, the berserker can gain advantage on all melee weapon attack rolls during that turn, but attack rolls against it have advantage until the start of its next turn.
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If hits:
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Post by enchilada on Feb 6, 2019 22:40:52 GMT
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
Posts: 333
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Post by Arioch on Feb 6, 2019 22:47:40 GMT
Entering a rage of primal fierceness his blade met the man who managed to blow the sheer force of the blow but not entirely; part of the blade glanced off his body making a small cut alongside his torso. Arioch smiled with satisfaction under his mask, unknowingly as that pleasure he could only get in combat washed over him. He wasn't way over his head in this fight he thought, he could do it. He could earn a victory here against another fighter. And just as he was thinking that the man launched a rather reckless attack towards him, Arioch went to block it again but it had such strength, such force that his own blade ended up hitting his own body as he was moved more than a meter to the side from the blow as the crowd went wild once again at the sight of the damage done.
Arioch tried to retaliate with a diagonal strike from the ground up.
Attack with Greatsword with advantage
9455ZHFz1d20+5
1d20+5
If it hits
2d6+5
Slashing damage
1d6+2
Radiant damage
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Post by enchilada on Feb 6, 2019 22:51:37 GMT
He chuckled as the blade glanced off his hide armor. Perhaps this would be easier than he thought. He wanted the crowd to know it, cocky dumb grin across his face again.
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If it hits
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
Posts: 333
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Post by Arioch on Feb 6, 2019 22:56:07 GMT
But the blade caught on his armor, barely managing to catch enough momentum to cut into it but not deep enough to make any real damage. He saw the axe move towards him, and moved away. Just a few miliseconds too late, but still quick enough to turn a deep blow into a bleeding scratch, showing through his torn clothes. Now that his greatsword was up and high in the air, near his shoulder, he made his move and dealt an overhead swing, heading downwards to his rival.
Attack with Greatsword with advantage
JBlip4LJ1d20+5
1d20+5
If it hits
2d6+5
Slashing damage
1d6+2
Radiant damage
1d20+5·1d20+5·2d6+5·1d6+2
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
Posts: 333
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Post by Arioch on Feb 6, 2019 22:57:22 GMT
And the crowd goes wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiild Extra critical damage vivSE9Y22d6Slashing damage 1d6Radiant damage 2d6·1d6 |
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Post by enchilada on Feb 6, 2019 22:59:22 GMT
The beserker felt himself fall onto his last legs. He wouldn’t keep his head up much longer. One last good bash would surely wind this kid, how good could he be? Some brand new idiot, he’d been ready for this his whole life!
TgwOPZXK1d20+5
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If it hits
1d12
1d20+5·1d20+5·1d12
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
Posts: 333
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Post by Arioch on Feb 6, 2019 23:47:44 GMT
That last, thunderous strike had done the deed. He could see how it had sent his enemy reeling after leaving a gash of considerable importance through the right side of his body, even though he had managed to avoid being split in two like any seasoned fighter would of had. However his opponent was bleeding readily, his breathing was heavier, he was getting tired. Tired people made mistakes. Tired people hit with less strength. He threw a hit at him with the last of his strength and Arioch sought to meet with it; he barely dodged the hit and it took a toll on the barbarian's stamina but it also provided him with a wide open spot where he could hit his opponent. He wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. He aimed for the central mass of his body, and thrusted his blade.
Attack with Greatsword with advantage
78f_EE5z1d20+5
1d20+5
If it hits
2d6+5
Slashing damage
1d6+2
Radiant damage
1d20+5·1d20+5·2d6+5·1d6+2
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