IC Ljonarian Enigma: Tournament Chaos

[CWater]

Springhaven, 2nd day of the Tournament

The first spring tournaments of the land had started small and modest, taking place only on the large grass fields near the capital and been the entertainment for mainly the duchy’s own nobility and some lucky peasants, who had lived too close to miss it even if they had wanted to. The many years since then however, had seen the event grow and spread its coverage like a forest mushroom until it eventually took over the whole town. And so, for a couple of weeks every year, the solemn Springhaven was turned upside down and became loud, crowded and cheerful.

When you observed it during this time, it was hard to imagine the streets as silent and the days uneventful, or believe that it was unusual at least to meet anyone with ancestors other than human or elven (or fey on occasion). But, on this second day of the tournament time, the streets were packed, colourful and different languages floated in the air along with smells of many foods, perfume aromas and some other… less pleasant fragrances. Warriors, merchants, entertainers and the curious had flocked to Springhaven, and every inn, tavern and every second home had dusted all possible space to earn some extra coin by providing lodging.

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It was still morning, but Rowan could still hear the noise from outside when he stepped out of the room he and Eggy were renting from their good and humble landlady Marit Mellow, who was nothing like the previous sentence described. She was a bitter and sardonic old crone, who had once been a strong mage, but who had lost to age her power as well as her beauty, or so she liked to say. Despite her haughty demeanour the place was all right, it wasn’t in the heart of the city, but the area was safe enough and both siblings could get to their respective workplaces in less than half an hour, or in just 15 minutes if they kept ‘good pace’ (that is to say ran all the way).

Ms Mellow lived below them on the ground floor, as well as another tenant, a retired transmuter Rand Oak. He was a harmless man, who mostly kept to himself, and the only bother he ever caused was when his frog swarms slipped out of the room (he studied the them!) or when the silence spells surrounding his room ran out. But such things only happened once or twice a year. Next to their apartments was a large kitchen that was free for the tenants to use, and what could be called a ‘common room’, though those with common sense didn’t stay there much.

On the first floor, next to Rowan and Eglantine lived another elderly woman called Zandira Hallow, who always dressed in full black, with perhaps a little dark blue if she was feeling festive, who used strange shadow magic that caused light around her and her room to behave in weird ways. She was rather good friends with Marit, and the word on the streets was that both were actually hags who were only waiting for a third to show up to make a proper coven. The two smaller rooms on this floor had been empty for a while, but Rowan had heard the tournament had brought in two warriors to rent them. He hadn’t seen either yet, but the landlady had described them as “insanely tall folks, who are sure to hit their heads on the door frame, mark my words, and one of them ’s not entirely human, and I don’t mean your usual half-point!”. The attic room had been empty long as well, but had been rented a couple of weeks earlier by a young man who introduced himself as Iver Dhan, and claimed to be an aspiring poet. Which... might have been believable had he not had better clothes and more money to throw around than he should, and was also clearly oblivious to the fact that he was being charged double for the shabbiest and windiest room in the whole building.

While most religious orders had no official part in the tournament or celebrations, the increase in populace meant inevitably more work for them as well and Rowan was expected to appear at the temple soon, but he wasn’t in a hurry yet.

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Aerin’s journey to Springhaven from the kingdom of Mhiran had been relatively peaceful. She’d been hired to protect a magical trinket merchant and her crew, and the worst they’d come across on the road was a single ankheg and some bandits, and most of the latter had quickly fled after their leader was unceremoniously disarmed. The merchant, Aggra Vale, was happy to have her wares safely reach their destination and had told Aerin to look her up if she wanted another job escorting them back home once the tournament was over.

They’d been a little delayed from schedule and since Aerin had plans to fight in the tournament it meant she’d had little time for else than getting everything in order to sign up and find lodging on the first day in town. Basic things were now taken care of, and she’d also rented a room to stay in from a grumpy woman with a nasty glare. She’d yet to see the other lodgers of the house, though she’d been assured none of them was ‘too insane’. The half-orc was maybe pleased to notice that she blended in with the crowd here well enough, some of the locals gave her stares, especially the very young and old, but she wasn’t the only stranger who got such treatment.

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Competing in the tournament was considered an honourable tradition in Springhaven and so Alexander had easily gotten leave from his duties at the court’s strategy office to take part in it. His direct superior, Commander Alfhan, had wished him the best of luck in the games. “We’ll let you know if something urgent comes up, but most likely you can just enjoy the holiday. We might have busy times afterwards though, so don’t get yourself in too bad shape.” He refused to share why he thought so at this time and just encouraged him to enjoy the vacation.

Another matter had caused some minor discomfort to his life though. For the past few years Alexander had stayed in a comfortable apartment not too far from the castle, but this year his noble landlord had received an offer too tempting to refuse from a wealthy aristocrat family from the neighbouring kingdom Yuahla and rented the whole building to them for the duration of the festivities, leaving his usual tenants, ah without a home. It was questionable whether such conduct was in fact legal, but the man was a cousin to one of the Counts, so complaining about the matter could be difficult.

With some luck Alexander had managed to find a new roof over his head despite the short notice, though the room was a tiny one from the cheaper part of town and the woman renting it was quite possibly a hag. Still, in this time of high demand one just had to make do.

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The first day of the tournament had meant little work for the warriors, They had just been asked to complete the sign up and demonstrate their abilities in some simple exercises. Aerin and Alexander had both passed this screening with no trouble and were to take part in the real combat that would start today. They had been asked to show up five at a time by the fighters’ tent in the fields, and thus the two were now waiting there in the fresh morning air with three other participants, a sour black-bearded dwarf carrying a traditional battleaxe, a human woman with mercenary’s demeanour and an elven youth in a noble’s armour.

The battlemaster, a middle aged human wearing showy chainmail, arrived punctually and greeted them with a short hand wave. ”Morning, brave competitors. Name’s Barden, if you remember from yesterday. Today you get to fight in the field, won’t be that glorious yet, but prove your worth and you’ll get your chance to shine soon enough.” He gestures the group to follow him towards an area surrounded and divided by simple rope fences. ”There’s some spectators around”, Barden points towards the audience stands nearby, ”but not that many yet, and I doubt anyone very important. They won’t be around until the duels start the day after tomorrow. Today’s more like another test, to make sure you’re really up to it. You’ll each be fighting summons, so don’t worry about holding back.”

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Eglantine was working at the heart of the market stalls that had popped up to cover any free space between the tournament grounds and the southern edge of town, leaving room only for narrow paths for people to walk between them. Her mentor’s workshop wasn’t badly located, but this was where most of the day’s business would be done for the next two weeks. It might be her last year at this, as she might soon be able to end her apprenticeship and start fully making her own living.

Vindal Ebon was a master craftsman, and as an elf somewhere in their long middle age, he was one of the most experienced in the area. He was a pleasant fellow, if a bit absent-minded in regards to everything but his work, which really was the only concrete thing he could focus on for longer periods of time. Of his current three apprentices, Eglantine was by far most experienced. A young half-elf Olyvar had been with them for just over two years and while he had skill and was a friendly person, Eglantine had more than once caught him slacking off when Vindal wasn’t looking. He was manning the shop now when the others were at the market, and it was doubtful whether he would actually get much done on his own. The youngest student was a human girl called Ynna, scarcely fifteen yet. She was enthusiastic and curious to be sure, but unfortunately... clumsy, and still frustratingly gullible when dealing with customers.

Vindal finished the last healing belt of an order he had been working on and put it in the box with the others, then added a seal on the lid. “All done, finally. Eggy? You mind to taking this to the melee battle fields? Ask for a man called Barden, and make sure you get the whole payment for the package. The man’s a weasel and I don’t want to struggle to get paid later”, he offered the box to her looking slightly apologetic, ”Sorry, hate to have the senior apprentice running deliveries, but I hope you understand.” He threw a meaningful look in the direction of Ynna, who had her back to them and was currently being beguiled by a tale from a traveller that had yet to make any purchase.

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And that’s for the set up, where we go from here is up to you!

There were quite a few names dropped in the wall of text, no need to worry about them too much, remember those that you care.

Oh and as you probably noticed, you’re all staying in the same building for now, makes things a little easier. ^_^ Although let’s say you’re yet to be properly introduced to one another (those that aren't siblings of course).

[Kish]

Aerin makes little effort to socialize with anyone she meets along the way. The closer the tournament gets, the more it preoccupies her thoughts. She greets the other fighters with a nod, unobtrusively studying their weapons and how they stand and move.

"Understood," she responds to the woman's words. She stretches, waiting to hear the details of this fight with summons.

[Athedia]

Eglantine was working at the heart of the market stalls that had popped up to cover any free space between the tournament grounds and the southern edge of town, leaving room only for narrow paths for people to walk between them. Her mentor’s workshop wasn’t badly located, but this was where most of the day’s business would be done for the next two weeks. It might be her last year at this, as she might soon be able to end her apprenticeship and start fully making her own living.

Vindal Ebon was a master craftsman, and as an elf somewhere in their long middle age, he was one of the most experienced in the area. He was a pleasant fellow, if a bit absent-minded in regards to everything but his work, which really was the only concrete thing he could focus on for longer periods of time. Of his current three apprentices, Eglantine was by far most experienced. A young half-elf Olyvar had been with them for just over two years and while he had skill and was a friendly person, Eglantine had more than once caught him slacking off when Vindal wasn’t looking. He was manning the shop now when the others were at the market, and it was doubtful whether he would actually get much done on his own. The youngest student was a human girl called Ynna, scarcely fifteen yet. She was enthusiastic and curious to be sure, but unfortunately... clumsy, and still frustratingly gullible when dealing with customers.

Vindal finished the last healing belt of an order he had been working on and put it in the box with the others, then added a seal on the lid. “All done, finally. Eggy? You mind to taking this to the melee battle fields? Ask for a man called Barden, and make sure you get the whole payment for the package. The man’s a weasel and I don’t want to struggle to get paid later”, he offered the box to her looking slightly apologetic, ”Sorry, hate to have the senior apprentice running deliveries, but I hope you understand.” He threw a meaningful look in the direction of Ynna, who had her back to them and was currently being beguiled by a tale from a traveller that had yet to make any purchase.

Eglantine took the box and tucked it securely under her arm. She looked at Ynna with a slight shake of her head. Turning back to Vindal she grinned at his apology. The man had become a surrogate parent for her after her father had died and even though he could be tough at times she was proud she was learning from one of the best. "Gives me a chance to check out some of the fighters. I'll tell you any that look good for the bets. What was the agreed on payment?" After receiving the information she quickly repeated it back and then set off through the crowded market. She couldn't help but get excited by the sounds and smells of the tournament. Each stall she passed she evaluated, attempting to figure out how she could do better once she had her own. That one didn't display enough wares, that one too many, the security was lax on those, but that one wouldn't let customers examine the goods. Winding her way through the bartering crowds she finally broke out near the battle fields.

It already felt cooler once she was out of the crowded stalls and she looked around for some in charge. She wiped her brow off on her sleeve and straightened out the leather apron she wore over her vest. "Excuse me sir, do you know a man named Barden? Ma'am I am looking for Barden? Excuse me, have you seen a man named Barden?"

[Edgar Snow]

Alexander checks out his group, a quick analysis goes through his head. The Orc-folk seems strong. Dwarf with an axe is usually reliable. The Elf may have had the funds to back specialized training. That one may look tough but -

His thoughts are broken by calls from his new neighbor. "Eh! Lass! Sounds like you want our ad-hoc quartermaster here!", he shouts over to her.

To the group of warriors, "So, no locals here, huh? No surprise. Y'all travel far? Fair enough weather?". There is a reason Alexander did not inquire about becoming a political diplomat.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

Rowan rushes out the door, shutting it firmly behind him. He's halfway down the hall before he pauses, checks his pockets for the key, and continues on down the stairs to the ground floor. He does take some care to move quietly around Ms. Mellow's room (best not to wake her up, in his experience), but his efforts are mostly negated by the noise from outside.

And outside! It's a riot of colors and patterns as people flow through jam-packed streets. Rowan tries his best not to gawk at all of the wonderfully strange people, but he just winds up nearly walking into some of them. So it is that he makes his way to the temple, perhaps a bit slower than usual, with many a hastily muttered apology.

[Athedia]

Alexander checks out his group, a quick analysis goes through his head. The Orc-folk seems strong. Dwarf with an axe is usually reliable. The Elf may have had the funds to back specialized training. That one may look tough but -

His thoughts are broken by calls from his new neighbor. "Eh! Lass! Sounds like you want our ad-hoc quartermaster here!", he shouts over to her.

To the group of warriors, "So, no locals here, huh? No surprise. Y'all travel far? Fair enough weather?". There is a reason Alexander did not inquire about becoming a political diplomat.

Eglantine gave the tall fighter a large and grateful smile. He seemed tall and strong enough to do decently at least in the opening rounds of the fighting. He looked familiar, but she had spent the last week either locked in work at the shop or hurrying home to crash before the next days work.

Going over to the man identified as Barden she gestured to the box under her arm. "I come from Vindal's with a delivery. Goods received upon full agreed upon payment."

[CWater]

Eglantine took the box and tucked it securely under her arm. She looked at Ynna with a slight shake of her head. Turning back to Vindal she grinned at his apology. The man had become a surrogate parent for her after her father had died and even though he could be tough at times she was proud she was learning from one of the best. "Gives me a chance to check out some of the fighters. I'll tell you any that look good for the bets. What was the agreed on payment?"

"1800 gold for 5 belts, got to give a little discount in numbers. Be careful with the money, could be thieves in the crowd." Vindal leaned back in the chair and let his gaze drift up to the clouds.

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Alexander checks out his group, a quick analysis goes through his head. The Orc-folk seems strong. Dwarf with an axe is usually reliable. The Elf may have had the funds to back specialized training. That one may look tough but -

His thoughts are broken by calls from his new neighbor. "Eh! Lass! Sounds like you want our ad-hoc quartermaster here!", he shouts over to her.

To the group of warriors, "So, no locals here, huh? No surprise. Y'all travel far? Fair enough weather?". There is a reason Alexander did not inquire about becoming a political diplomat.

The dwarf only nods in response, but the others are a notch more eloquent. "Quite far", replies the human woman, "from the southern coast, came up with a caravan last month. Thought might as well try my luck here."
"I am a local", says the young elf, "my family has owned land in the east for generations, in fact."

Eglantine gave the tall fighter a large and grateful smile. He seemed tall and strong enough to do decently at least in the opening rounds of the fighting. He looked familiar, but she had spent the last week either locked in work at the shop or hurrying home to crash before the next days work.

Going over to the man identified as Barden she gestured to the box under her arm. "I come from Vindal's with a delivery. Goods received upon full agreed upon payment."

Barden glances briefly in Eglantine's direction. "Yes yes, lass, I'll speak with you in moment." He then turns back to the warriors. "Right, we start with individual battles. The field over there is divided to five parts, pick one area for yourself and I'll have the summoners send their creatures your way. Oi!" He shouts out and waves to another small group of people behind the rope fences. Judging by the style of their clothes they're members of the local mage guilds. One of them returns the wave and three of them take positions around the field. "They'll call the summons one at a time, three in total. Be fast and you might not have to fight more than one at the same time. Oh, and your fighting the beasts, not the summoners, all right? Some genius already tried to be clever once today, tsk. Any questions?"

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The noises get even louder as Rowan gets closer to the southern side of the city, where most of the people are. As it's still morning, the day's merriment was not even in full swing yet.

He passes many curious looking folks on the way, especially in a square that has been taken over by various entertainer parties; they're even building a theatre stage there. Rowan spots a familiar face among the crowd of strangers, young Ky Falkner, a well known local swindler, talking merrily to a couple of travellers, likely to soon lose their money.

"Make way for Count Delawney!", comes a loud announcement from behind him, working more as a warning actually, and the actors, mummers, street magicians and ordinary folk hurry out of the way before a dozen finely dressed horses and riders gallop past. Though little good did that do them as the escort is soon after forced to slow down by the next crossroads where a pair of slowly moving carts are blocking the way. Lucky no one was knocked over just for nothing.

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Rowan can head straight to the temple or explore the town for a while, whichever he chooses.

[Kish]

"Not terribly far," Aerin replies, sizing up the man who spoke. "And you?"

[Edgar Snow]

"Yea, hello, nice to meet to meet you all", Alexander says to the group as a whole, passing nods to each.

To the Elf, "Apologies, I am not well versed in the affairs of nobles outside the court here".

And to the half-orc, "Local myself. Dragunov, Alexander Dragunov. I, ugh... Welcome".

[Kish]

"Aerin Thorn," Aerin replies to the introduction.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

The noises get even louder as Rowan gets closer to the southern side of the city, where most of the people are. As it's still morning, the day's merriment was not even in full swing yet.

He passes many curious looking folks on the way, especially in a square that has been taken over by various entertainer parties; they're even building a theatre stage there. Rowan spots a familiar face among the crowd of strangers, young Ky Falkner, a well known local swindler, talking merrily to a couple of travellers, likely to soon lose their money.

"Make way for Count Delawney!", comes a loud announcement from behind him, working more as a warning actually, and the actors, mummers, street magicians and ordinary folk hurry out of the way before a dozen finely dressed horses and riders gallop past. Though little good did that do them as the escort is soon after forced to slow down by the next crossroads where a pair of slowly moving carts are blocking the way. Lucky no one was knocked over just for nothing.

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Rowan can head straight to the temple or explore the town for a while, whichever he chooses.

Glad to see a familiar face, Rowan is on his way to say hello to Ky (and maybe ask about his poor sick aunt in Mhiran) when the recklessly fast noble passes.

Rowan gives the Count's entourage a bemused look and continues on through the crowd, shaking his head and saying to the nearest person, "Happens every year. You think they'd learn."

He looks around, half-hoping to find Ky, but there are far too many things going on to stay focused for long.

[Athedia]

"1800 gold for 5 belts, got to give a little discount in numbers. Be careful with the money, could be thieves in the crowd." Vindal leaned back in the chair and let his gaze drift up to the clouds.

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Barden glances briefly in Eglantine's direction. "Yes yes, lass, I'll speak with you in moment." He then turns back to the warriors. "Right, we start with individual battles. The field over there is divided to five parts, pick one area for yourself and I'll have the summoners send their creatures your way. Oi!" He shouts out and waves to another small group of people behind the rope fences. Judging by the style of their clothes they're members of the local mage guilds. One of them returns the wave and three of them take positions around the field. "They'll call the summons one at a time, three in total. Be fast and you might not have to fight more than one at the same time. Oh, and your fighting the beasts, not the summoners, all right? Some genius already tried to be clever once today, tsk. Any questions?"

Eglantine tapped her foot impatiently, squinting into the distance to look at the mages. She wasn't surprised to hear him warn about not attacking the summoners, people always looked for loopholes. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for Barden to finish talking. When he asked for questions she raised her hand and spoke. "Will you be letting me get back to Vindal soon? He needs his apprentices all working right now. I don't know if you've noticed, but most of us are pretty busy in town."

[Edgar Snow]

Was that a glance of recognition for the parcel-runner? Maybe it wasn't my neighbor. Hopefully my accommodations with be returned soon...
Then Alexander realizes he is half staring at the women in his moment of thought, which should be towards more immediate issues.

"Right then, chaps and dames, honorable and dishonorable as we might be. I believe the man told us to find our place". He has no authority here, but some habits are hard to break. Alexander heads to the fields, keeping ahead in order to claim the most central of them. He wants to be able to see the other combatants, with little concern over the crowds that may gather.

[Athedia]

Eglantine looked at the man who spoke, puzzled. His voice sounded familiar bit not his face. She mentally shrugged it off, he must have visited the stand at some point.

[Kish]

Will I regret not thinking of questions? Well, I might as well trust him for now. "Understood," she says again, going to the far end of the field, setting her back against the fence, and drawing her sword.

[CWater]

Glad to see a familiar face, Rowan is on his way to say hello to Ky (and maybe ask about his poor sick aunt in Mhiran) when the recklessly fast noble passes.

Rowan gives the Count's entourage a bemused look and continues on through the crowd, shaking his head and saying to the nearest person, "Happens every year. You think they'd learn."

"That lot never does", replies a dwarf dressed in bright colours and has his beard twisted into funny twirls.

He looks around, half-hoping to find Ky, but there are far too many things going on to stay focused for long.

Rowan almost thinks he was lost in the crowds he suddenly feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning his head around he sees Ky, who is grinning roguisly. "Rowan! Up early as always", he laughs, "Don't tell me some poor acrobat has broken their arm and you've been sent to patch them up? Have mercy on the poor souls, they'll need to have at least one functioning arm left for their show!"

Was that a glance of recognition for the parcel-runner? Maybe it wasn't my neighbor. Hopefully my accommodations with be returned soon...
Then Alexander realizes he is half staring at the women in his moment of thought, which should be towards more immediate issues.

"Right then, chaps and dames, honorable and dishonorable as we might be. I believe the man told us to find our place". He has no authority here, but some habits are hard to break. Alexander heads to the fields, keeping ahead in order to claim the most central of them. He wants to be able to see the other combatants, with little concern over the crowds that may gather.

Will I regret not thinking of questions? Well, I might as well trust him for now. "Understood," she says again, going to the far end of the field, setting her back against the fence, and drawing her sword.

The warriors take their places and at Barden's mark, the mage's draw their wands and start casting the summoning spells. Alexander's first opponent is a mean looking wolf with black fur and red glowing eyes. It growls and lowers its head. In front of Aerin appears a red scorpion of her own size, its stinger twitching dangerously.

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Alexader and Aerin, roll initiative. If you beat you opponent, you can go right away.
Wolf: (1d20+2)[13]
Monstrous scorpion: (1d20)[2]

Afraid I can't provide a map at the moment, but as you each have only one enemy I hope we'll manage for now. The summons appear 15 ft. from where you are, respectively.

Eglantine tapped her foot impatiently, squinting into the distance to look at the mages. She wasn't surprised to hear him warn about not attacking the summoners, people always looked for loopholes. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for Barden to finish talking. When he asked for questions she raised her hand and spoke. "Will you be letting me get back to Vindal soon? He needs his apprentices all working right now. I don't know if you've noticed, but most of us are pretty busy in town."

"Yes, yes, lass, in a moment", he replies without turning to look at her. After he has signaled the fights to begin he gives her his full attention, smiling amiably. "Right, Vindal's delivery. What was it- Ah, of course, healing belts! Temples can never spare enough clerics to us. May I have a look?"

[Athedia]

"Yes, yes, lass, in a moment", he replies without turning to look at her. After he has signaled the fights to begin he gives her his full attention, smiling amiably. "Right, Vindal's delivery. What was it- Ah, of course, healing belts! Temples can never spare enough clerics to us. May I have a look?"

"The box is sealed. I can't break it. You may look when I have the payment in hand and the box is in yours." Eglantine stood her ground looking the man in the eye.

[Kish]

Aerin lunges forward, slicing down at the scorpion.

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Using Stone Bones.
Attack: (1d20+8)[15] Critical threat check (if attack is 19 or 20): (1d20+9)[26]
Damage: (2d6+4)[9] Critical damage: (2d6+4)[11]
Dodge applied to the arachnid, and if I hit I have DR 5/adamantine until my next action.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

"That lot never does", replies a dwarf dressed in bright colours and has his beard twisted into funny twirls.


Rowan almost thinks he was lost in the crowds he suddenly feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning his head around he sees Ky, who is grinning roguisly. "Rowan! Up early as always", he laughs, "Don't tell me some poor acrobat has broken their arm and you've been sent to patch them up? Have mercy on the poor souls, they'll need to have at least one functioning arm left for their show!"

Rowan nearly jumps out of his skin at the tap on his shoulder, but calms once he sees that it is only Ky. "I don't know, I'd be pretty impressed if they could manage without their arms!" He contemplates this for a moment. "Seriously, did someone break their arm? Because that was a sort of awful thing for me to say if they did."

[CWater]

"The box is sealed. I can't break it. You may look when I have the payment in hand and the box is in yours." Eglantine stood her ground looking the man in the eye.

"But lass, how can I pay anything when I haven't seen the goods?", Barden spreads his arms, "Vindal's craftmanship is unmistakable, but how do I know what is in the box? I hate to be so doubtful, but there's all kinds of folk around at this time. I swear someone already tried to sell me raw pigeon as local cuisine just this morning. Surely you understand?"

Aerin lunges forward, slicing down at the scorpion.

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Using Stone Bones.
Attack: (1d20-3)[16] Critical threat check (if attack is 19 or 20): (1d4)[1]
Damage: (1d20+2)[19] Critical damage: (1d4+1)[5]
Dodge applied to the arachnid, and if I hit I have DR 5/adamantine until my next action.

Aerin delivers a deep cut to the scorpion. It lashes out with the stinger and snaps its scissor-like claws. One strike hits, but leaves only a superficial mark on the tough warrior.

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Sting: (1d20-3)[16]
Damage: (1d4)[1]
If the sting hits roll a Fort save.

Claw1: (1d20+2)[19]
Damage: (1d4+1)[5]

Claw2: (1d20+2)[5]
Damage: (1d4+1)[5]

EDIT: No damage thanks to Stone Bones,[S] but make a Fort save please.[/S

In the field between Aerin and Alexander the young elf in fancy armour is fighting a big revolting spider. The other two warriors have met their first opponents as well.

Rowan nearly jumps out of his skin at the tap on his shoulder, but calms once he sees that it is only Ky. "I don't know, I'd be pretty impressed if they could manage without their arms!" He contemplates this for a moment. "Seriously, did someone break their arm? Because that was a sort of awful thing for me to say if they did."

"Not that I'm aware of", Ky chuckles. "Say, are you in a hurry? I could really use your help with something. It might decide the course of my life." The youth makes the most pleading face he can.

[Edgar Snow]

Alexander sees the beast appear. Despite its ominous appearance, he figures it must behave like normal carnivores.

He tightens his grip on his weapon, waiting for the beast to come to him.

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No movement.
Ready Action if summon comes in range
Attack (1d20+10)[27]
Ranseur (2d4+8)[16]

AoO if it moves in (1d20+10)[13]
Ranseur (2d4+8)[10]

[CWater]

While the wound from the sting itself is just a scratch, it leaves a nasty burning sensation and Aerin feels some sudden tiredness in her limbs. Probably poison at work.

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Con damage: (1d3)[2]

Aerin's turn.

Alexander sees the beast appear. Despite its ominous appearance, he figures it must behave like normal carnivores.

He tightens his grip on his weapon, waiting for the beast to come to him.

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No movement.
Ready Action if summon comes in range
Attack (1d3)[2]
Ranseur [roll1]

AoO if it moves in [roll2]
Ranseur [roll3]

The wolf charges and anticipating its movements Alexander slices it in half in one precise sweep before it even reaches him.

As a new opponent is yet been summoned for him, he has a moment to take a look at the other battles. In the field far left, a scorpion fighting the half-orc is deeply wounded, she is also hit but doesn't look hurt by it. The young elf in the area between them is not doing as well, struggling against a monstrous spider as it pushes him back towards the fence. On the other side, the dwarf fights a giant glowing bee and the mercenary woman is facing a wolf like his. Her first swing misses and the summon gets an opening, leaving her left arm bloody.

[Athedia]

"So you aren't paying? You can pick this up at the stand at the end of the day. Though..." She looked out at fighters, surprised that the human who had sounded so familiar was already done with no wounds. The others looked a little worse off. "Good luck getting this lot ready for more tests. And good luck finding a more skilled vendor." She turned around and slowly started walking away.

[CWater]

"So you aren't paying? You can pick this up at the stand at the end of the day. Though..." She looked out at fighters, surprised that the human who had sounded so familiar was already done with no wounds. The others looked a little worse off. "Good luck getting this lot ready for more tests. And good luck finding a more skilled vendor." She turned around and slowly started walking away.

"Since when did Vindal hire such unreasonable people..", Barden sighs in frustration, "Do I look like I have the time to run around fetching parcels. Look, lass", he digs a coin purse out of his pocket, "here's the money, as you can hear." He shakes the small pouch. "Now how about you show be the belts and then we can exchange these and the matter is settled?"

[Athedia]

"Since when did Vindal hire such unreasonable people..", Barden sighs in frustration, "Do I look like I have the time to run around fetching parcels. Look, lass", he digs a coin purse out of his pocket, "here's the money, as you can hear." He shakes the small pouch. "Now how about you show be the belts and then we can exchange these and be on our ways?"

"Since some of his customer tried to get away with paying less than they owed. How much is in there?" Eglantine paused, turning enough to look Barden in the eye.

[Kish]

Aerin swings her sword at the monster again, focusing on avoiding its attacks.

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Recovering maneuvers. (1d20+8)[21] Critical threat check, if attack roll is 19 or 20: (1d20+9)[20]
Damage: (2d6+4)[10] Critical damage: (2d6+4)[14]
Dodge on scorpion still.

[aReallyGreatAxe]

"Not that I'm aware of", Ky chuckles. "Say, are you in a hurry? I could really use your help with something. It might decide the course of my life." The youth makes the most pleading face he can.

Rowan looks guiltily at the street he knows he should be going down, then back at Ky. "I have a few minutes. What do you need?"

[CWater]

Aerin swings her sword at the monster again, focusing on avoiding its attacks.

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Recovering maneuvers. (1d20+3)[7] Critical threat check, if attack roll is 19 or 20: (1d6+3)[4]
Damage: (1d20+2)[11] Critical damage: [roll3]
Dodge on scorpion still.

Aerin strikes down her blade cutting the scorpions head in two. As the first summon vanishes, a new appears. This time it is a large dog with golden fur and glowing yellow eyes. The summon barks and charges at her.

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Attack: (1d20+3)[7]
Damage: (1d6+3)[4]
But the warrior easily dodges it.

Aerin's turn.

A new enemy is also summoned for Alexander. Someone screams in the audience when a large centipede fades into view.

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Since you had time to be ready for this, new initiative against: (1d20+2)[11]

Btw, this creature is Large, though since it's long rather than tall, it doesn't have longer reach (only takes up more space and looks menacing).

"Since some of his customer tried to get away with paying less than they owed. How much is in there?" Eglantine paused, turning enough to look Barden in the eye.

"Why, all that was to be paid now of course. The master does good work, no one will question it, least of all me. We did agree on a small discount thought."

Rowan looks guiltily at the street he knows he should be going down, then back at Ky. "I have a few minutes. What do you need?"

A smile spreads to Ky's face like fire from a candle dropped on the carpet. "Thanks, Rowan, you can always be counted on!" He smacks the young healer on the back and starts to direct them through the crowd. "You get to do your job actually, but we must hurry. See, that Count there just collided with old Justi's carriage, and I think his fine horse got a scratch." Ahead, Rowan can see how the nobleman who was in a hurry, now dismounted, is arguing with an old man. Two guards have also come down to stand next to him.

"Now, Justi's a fair fellow, he promised me a job just the other day. My chance to finally make an honest living, you know?", Ky smiles, but his expression suddenly turns worried, "But I can see the Count's real angry. Was his fault charging like that sure, but he might still blame the poor old man for it. Wouldn't it be awful if they took him to the guards! And he couldn't give me that job then, could he? But, you're a healer. If you fix the horse right away, perhaps he'll let it go, yeah?"

[Kish]

Aerin adjusts her stance and slashes at the dog.

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Assuming Stonefoot Stance, though unless this is a Large dog rather than merely a large dog, it won't do anything.
Stone Bones: (1d20+8)[17] Critical threat: (1d20+9)[18]
Damage: (2d6+4)[14] Critical damage: (2d6+4)[11]
Dodge on dog.

[CWater]

Aerin adjusts her stance and slashes at the dog.

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Assuming Stonefoot Stance, though unless this is a Large dog rather than merely a large dog, it won't do anything.
Stone Bones: [roll0] Critical threat: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2] Critical damage: [roll3]
Dodge on dog.

Aerin retaliates quickly, piercing the summon's heart and it disappears.

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Just a large dog, still Medium sized. Though it ended up not mattering. :)