[IC] League of Extraordinary Merchants vs Lyolf's Legion

[Lance]

[info]Forgot the snipe roll. Doing so now.[/info]

Snipe [15 Base +5 Cloak of Elvenkind +2 Voice in the Darkness -20 Snipe Penalty]: [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+2 : 20 + 2, total 22[/blockquote]

[Throndir]

[info]Lyolf's Legion wins! Wait til around 5/13 (this weekend), for me to check on the players to see who's interested, as well as some minor DM prep work for the next part.

Exp and gold awarded shortly to the players.[/info]

Grid Map: Roll20.net

Battle Log
[spoiler]Round 1 begins.
Serena uses Potion of Barkskin +5
Lyolf casts shield.
Uli goes forward and readies an action of some sort.
Zultar fullround attacks Garret and deals 10 damage.
Garret uses Potion of Barkskin +5
Jin moves forward. Uli's readied action triggers and deals 13 damage.
Round 1 ends, round 2 begins
Serena gets an Animus point. Serena uses cure light wounds on Garret healing 6, then moves north 40 ft. jumping over caltrops with a successful acrobatics.
Markus attacks and hits, dealing 6 damage to Jin.
Lyolf attacks and misses.
Uli attacks and hits, dealing 22 damage.
Zultar charges Jin hits, dealing 42 damage. Zultar takes 23 damage from Jin's Flame Mantle. Jin teleports out.
Garret move forward 40 ft. grants +2 attack to himself.
Round 2 ends, round 3 begins
Serena gets an Animus point. Serena moves closer, purposefully leaving threatened square and gets +1 audience attitude. Serena spends 1 animus point to activate elemental attunement. 3 points for enhanced maneuver. Attacks and deals 8 damage, 1 bleed.
Markus drops crossbow, equips melee weapons, Ki point to active deadly insight on Serena, attacks Serena and misses.
Lyolf 5 ft. steps away. Attacks and misses. Attempts to stealth... Uli charges and deals 35 damage. Serena teleports out.
[/spoiler]

Audience Attitudes
[spoiler]The League of Extraordinary Merchants: Helpful(+2 atk, +2 dmg)
Lyolf's Legion: Hostile (-2 atk, -2 dmg)
Note: Do NOT add attitude modifiers to your rolls. Roll normally.[/spoiler]

Guild Member Votes
[spoiler]Kin's Fan Club: 0
Lyolf's Legion: 0[/spoiler]

Initiative Order
[spoiler]Serena: 28
Markus: 27
Lyolf: 19
Zultar: 16
Garret: 10
Jin: 5[/spoiler]

Damage Taken and Status
[spoiler]Markus: 0, stance of piercing rays
Serena: 35, 30 AC, inner sphere stance, barkskin +5, affected by Markus' Deadly Insight (3 rounds) affected by Lyolf's Claim (2 rounds)
Lyolf: 0, formless dance, shield (cast on round 1), current stealth roll: 27
Zultar: 29, stance of aggression, 1 bleed
Garret: 4, 29 AC, barskin +5, +2 attack affected by Garret's enhancement pool
Jin: 81, stance of the defending shell, teleported out[/spoiler]

Current Resources
[spoiler]Serena:
[spoiler]Animus: 7 (total) -4 (used) = 3
Elemental Attunement: Fire
Available Maneuvers: Shards of Iron Strike, Bronze Knuckle, Dimensional Strike, Inner Sense, Swift Claws
Used Maneuvers: Disturbing Blow
Withheld Maneuvers:[/spoiler][/spoiler]

Resources Spent
[spoiler]Markus: 1 ki point
Serena: Cure Light Wounds x1
Lyolf:
Zultar:
Garret:
Jin:[/spoiler]

Gladiator Rules
[spoiler]Gladiators and the Crowd
A gladiatorial fight follows the normal rules for combat in the D&D game, with one exception: The presence of the crowd can inspire or demoralize a gladiator. Treat the crowd as a single NPC, and use its attitude toward each gladiator to track the morale bonus or penalty he receives. If the crowd is friendly toward a gladiator, that gladiator gets a +1 morale bonus on attack and damage rolls. If the crowd is helpful, the gladiator gets a +2 morale bonus on attack and damage rolls. An indifferent or unfriendly crowd confers no bonus or penalty, but a crowd that's hostile to a gladiator confers a -1 penalty on attack and damage rolls. Unless a particular gladiator is exceptionally well known, the crowd starts indifferent to both combatants. Each gladiator typically makes a Perform (weapon drill) check (see the section on skills near the end of Chapter 3) before the fight begins, using the check result in an attempt to influence the crowd (as described under Influencing NPC Attitudes on page 72 of the Player's Handbook). Once the fight begins, only certain actions change the crowd's attitude, as described in the table below. Note that the crowd's attitude toward each gladiator is tracked separately. It's possible for two inept gladiators to both be loathed by the spectators, and two veteran gladiators can both have the crowd on its feet cheering them on.

Table 4–4: Gladiator Crowd Reaction

Situation	Check	Consequence 1
Gladiator rolls natural 1 on attack roll	—	Attitude toward gladiator worsens
Gladiator confirms critical hit	—	Attitude toward gladiator improves
Successful feint in combat	Bluff vs. Sense Motive	2 Attitude toward opponent worsens
Successful demoralize opponent	Intimidate vs. level check	2 Attitude toward opponent worsens
Successful tumble through enemy square	DC 25 Tumble	Attitude toward you improves
Successful Perform (weapon drill) check	DC 20 Perform	Attitude toward you improves
Destroy opponent's weapon	See sunder rules	Attitude toward you improves
Trip opponent	See trip rules	Attitude toward you improves 3
Disarm opponent	See disarm rules	Attitude toward you improves 3
Pin an opponent	See grapple rules	Attitude toward you improves, attitude toward opponent worsens
Bull rush opponent 10 feet	4 See bull rush rules	Attitude toward you improves
Gladiator caught cheating	—	Attitude toward gladiator worsens by two steps

1 All attitude changes are one step (for example, indifferent to unfriendly) unless otherwise noted.
2 Special modifi ers apply to this check. See the appropriate skill description in the Player's Handbook.
3 If you are tripped or disarmed yourself in a failed attempt, the attitude toward you worsens.
4 If you fall prone during a failed attempt, the attitude toward you worsens.[/spoiler]

[Zultar]

Zultar was green. Very green. Very green and very red, puzzled as to why his teeth and horns met a warm sensation where he expected metal juts and dirt, or whatever weird stuff Jin put on his shoulder guards. It was so warm that it made Zultar feel warm and fuzzy inside AND out-

Jin's Flame Mantle made Zultar so very comfortable.

Normally when one's relaxed, their muscles tend to loosen. Oh, but not Zultar: if anything his muscles tense up in fear of what unexpected comfort crawls up in the heat of battle. Battle is not comfortable after all, so why should there be misfounded comfort! There must be some grave error here! Zultar doesn't fit the standard in any case, so It'd come as no surprise that Zultar clenched his teeth firmer and more obnoxiously on Jin's armor in the attempts to mangle it. He broke a tooth that day. And as usual, his short temper.

Just as Zultar was grunting curses at Jin's shiny armor, a bright white light blinded his vision.

"The Sun must have...EXPLODED!" Zultar thought, Still covered in the light, Zultar stuttered around, covering his eyes and wailing his stout body everywhich way. It occurred to him that if the sun EXPLODED, that all the meat in the world must be cooking! Zultar's mind reeled at the thought, of meat unending. But more importantly, that the sun would prevent him from vengeance (and we mean bite) upon Jin's face. That Jin was capable of such a feat shocked Zultar, made him feel small in this world. But also gave him courage-

Zultar survived the Sun exploding.

-Then Zultar had to remember about the white lights of his previous fights. Ahhh. So maybe not, Zultar thought. But it did not change Zultar's will to fight Jin.

You see, earlier Zultar was convinced that Jin's wares were spectacular, wondrous in all meat applications, particularly this "Jin Scythe" of which he used to relish many dishes, not that Zultar knew how to cook well but he enjoyed the crooked Jin Scythe narcissisticly shaped like his own name. Zultar happened to be cutting up some relish for his most PRIZED RELISH of the WEEK far into the night. It would take a long time until the timely preparations to complete his most magnificent masterpiece of a meal would be finished and so Zultar willed in within himself to stay yonder the night. It was during this time he noticed something occurring to his savings, his pile of gold, oft away on a nearby cutting board. Zultar saw his money magically flow into the Jin Scythe at hand, the scythe became more and more golden, more glorious, more illustrious, feeding greater and bigger amounts of gold each time without stop, without rest...LIKE JIN!!!

Zultar thought to himself for a moment.

He could care less for the money, but he could nor forgive his belongings becoming...GOLD!!
"HOW TOXIC! HOW MOCKING! For it to become GOLD instead of MEAT! What bigger WASTE can there be! RAWRRRR!!" And ever since the morning before this very fight, Zultar promised himself to quickly end Jin. Inexcusable behavior would be the least of Zultar's fathoms of Jin: the bright light at present did not mean Jin's end, or it might've been the sun exploding, who knows. For all Zultar could know, it was just another one of Jin's pesky tricks, a fake burst of light! Perhaps Jin teleported, Zultar glanced back on where he thought Llyof might be in the light. Maybe Jin's "Ass Send Chia" (another name for Essentia I'm sure,) allowed him to make maneuvers much like that dastardly Llyof fellow. Zultar did not care much for other meatbag's fighting skills and now he could only regret not learning how mages cast meat-cooking fireballs, or in this case, what exactly Jin's actions here were exactly. It could also be possible that Jin simply jumped in the confusion and was still in, Zultar couldn't so easily believe that Jin was offed just like that. Zultar was aware members of Galas'nor could jump very high. Begrudgingly, Zultar pictured Kin so easily gliding through the air, although not very impressively, Zultar thought to himself it was an acrobatic skill that would certainly break away from any gaps, gaps Zultar could not afford losing towards Jin and his "Ass Send Chia". But wait! Jin's been known to pull more than just simple parlor tricks. I've heard he can even...TRANSFORM!! So maybe-

It was then that out of the bright white that a small fist struck Zultar's jaw. A female dress in blue entered his sights as the clearly evident white light of Jin's transformation sequence faded away.

"THAT JIN TRANSFORMED INTO THIS UGLY, THIN MEATBAG! I SEE YOUR TRICK FOOL!" So it was true indeed! Jin CAN transform! Why he choose a frail, weak damsel-meatbag with pretty hair couldn't be any less confusing, or perhaps Jin hoped to appeal to Zultar's carnival desires. Not that it would ever work considering Zultar's meat loving obsession made no room for any sort of attraction...

Zultar's mind dazed for a few moments against the fist of his most dire foe, but whatever struck him wasn't enough to knock him indefinitely. Zultar's prowe told him that his opponent, Jin, wasn't as powerful as Zultar once imagined.

"HAHAHA! YOU PUNCH LIKE A LITTLE GIRL, JIN!" Zultar was about to unsheathe his treasured falchion, his blood boiling at the chance to slice Jin into pieces. However, Zultar quickly dropped the motion. Jin's next blow was already coming so that Zultar had to draw out a set of weapons more easily accessible: a bottle of fat and a jar of oil. Weapons Zultar knew he could count on to face against this "Ass Send Chia" Jin!

Zultar gripped his bottle of livid fat, guiding his opponent up his sleeve when a ghastly black blur whisped by, charging straight into Jin's bossom before Zultar's plan could be executed-

Uli, the black raven, had pierced through Jin's shemale form.

Another white light shrouded the mortal combat in blinding mystery. And Zultar knew better. Jin was not out. Too simple. Too weak. This light wasn't the safety teleport that Zultar was familiar with when he victoriously struck down Kin and the others. No, this was simply a ruse, yet another...

TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE! Zultar wouldn't fall for the same trick twice. Or thrice. He looked around him, the white dispersing once more. His eyes caught on to his fellow blockheads, Llyof and Markus of Llyof's Legion. Maybe Jin turned into one of them! Perhaps in the light, one of them was taken down and Jin assumed their form! Zultar stomped his right foot into the ground and was about to leap in misguided fury when he saw a third figure, opposite of where Markus and Llyof stood, their gazes against Zultar's, looking past him, looking at the third figure. It could only be another one of Jin's plentiful disguises. The real one was right there. Staring at Zultar. Bewitching his feral glare.

THAT, was Jin.

Therefore Zultar charged on all-fours towards Garret with a bottle of fat in one hand and a jar of oil in the other, sweat beading through the air, yells strangling the air.

He didn't remember quite what happened next.