(11:12:06 am) <@Suzthulhu> The Drache Arena is a large, enclosed stadium-esque building with a series of raised, wooden bleachers surrounding an oval shaped, packed earth field. Sand had been carted up from the beach at regular intervals to give the ground a slight bit more give, but it wouldn't do much to cushion any falls from combantants this day. Entrances to the field were on the north, and south sides,
(11:12:07 am) <@Suzthulhu> fenced off from the stands. Mages hired by the Privy Council were in place to maintain the anti-magic field that enveloped the field, preventing the use of magic, as well as the usage of magical items. Any enchanted weapons, armour, talismans or other gear was rendered mundane while on the field. This shield or shell extended into the first rows of the audience seating, if only to
(11:12:07 am) <@Suzthulhu> prevent anyone from playing with the edges, and trying to get a fire spell to work, or some such. Combatants were checked for their registered weapons and armour, and sent to opposite entrances of the field while the host, Marnath ul-Oryan Nesepix, announces the next bout! "And for our second round in armed combat, we have the notorious lich lord, Vorfon Ravynetti Tivuard, against
(11:12:07 am) <@Suzthulhu> the..." He looks very uncertain... what in the hell is that?? "Against Vorfon Rr... Rriss Pehn! Fighters may enter the arena!"
(11:13:54 am) * +Rriss`Pehn reached out to take the scarf and sniffed it, mostly out of habit. "Thank you, Lay. Rriss'pehn will do hisss bessst. Oh! Mussst be going now, yesss." He tucks the scarf into the sash at his waist, probably the most secure place he has for the favor as he heads into the fighting pit.
(11:14:48 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( We'll be fighting to 7 points, first person to 7 will lose this bout. Everytime you take a hit, score it in your nick name. You can both roll for initiative after you make your introductions. ))
(11:15:00 am) * LayTrayin smiles ar Rriss and nods then blinks as she hears ravyn's name. She had not seen th eold lich for years and had mostly forgotten him but now memories flooded back and she wished her friend Rriss much luck
(11:18:21 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( Fighters have agreed to use the special rules. Rules can be found here:
http://www.arangoth.org/phpbb/viewtopic.php?f=13&t=61 ))
(11:21:00 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> The goblins which had stood guard over Ravynetti's side quickly step back, "A'ight boss, it be show time..." One of them gurgles out, before the two scurry off in a flurry of purple cloaks and leather armor. This leaves the pale form of the Necromancer in view. He stands just five foot six, his long, dark hair unbound, and upon that brow a reinforced crown of bone rests, with a coif
(11:21:01 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> of bone rings stitched to a black leather backing draped to his shoulders. Below this, an armored set of black leather robes drapes over his figure, stitched along the torso with small boney plates and rings of cut bone, and along the arms with long bone splints. The leather flares out and swishes about the floor as he walks. A shield of bone reinforced with metal rivets is slung across
(11:21:01 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> his back by a leather strap, and at one hip is sheathed a slender single edged sword. Within each gloved hand, the pale figure grips a hefty looking mace. The maces are identical, shafts of iron wrapped in human leather, topped with human skulls through which metal spikes have been passed, reinforcing them and giving them a sinister appearance. As he steps forth into the ant imagic
(11:21:01 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> field, there's a sharp hissing and he begins to smoulder. Pale flesh begins to smoke as if on fire, as it is consumed just to keep him mobile. He turns his eyes up to the stands and lifts one mace as if in salute. "I could give you some bullshit line about honor of country or familia or the like. But let's be honest. I bet most of you came here today to watch a couple monsters go at
(11:21:01 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> it for nothing more than the joy of the fight. So let's do this before my body gives out."
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(11:24:04 am) <@Suzthulhu> Somewhere in the audience is a rather famous face around Drache. Natalia Derseblan is in attendance today, along with a few of the girls from the Cat's Pajamas. It's warm in the arena with the crowd, and Natalia sits, fanning her face with an ornate fan. It matches her dress, a dark sapphire blue over cream underskirts trimmed with shimmering silver lace.
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(11:27:14 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( Both of you can roll for initiative when you're ready. In channel: `roll 1d20 ))
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(11:27:58 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( The GameServ dice script does allow for modifiers, so when you're rolling attacking/defense, please include it in your roll. Such as: `roll 1d20+3 ))
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(11:29:11 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> The ruddy green scaled Isska headed towards the center of the ring. He stood about the same height at the lich, but his frame was stocky and his arms were thickly musculed. He wore no armor, only his simple tunic with its missing sleeves, the sash around his waist with a gold silk scarf peeking out of it, and loose fitting pants. The only other thing of note we was wearing were
(11:29:11 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> the clean fresh bindings wrapped about his hands and feet. He had no weapons, no armor, just his hands, feet, claws, a mouth full of viciously sharp teeth, and his thickly musculed tail. "Rriss'pehn hopesss to give good people a fight, yesss."
(11:29:43 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( Roll initiative please. ))
(11:29:56 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20
(11:29:57 am) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 2 <Total: 2>
(11:30:09 am) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd faces off against the reptile and offers a bejeweled grin, even as cracks begin to appear along his thinning flesh. "Oh this is going to be fun." He adopts a neutral stance to begin with.
(11:30:11 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> `roll 1d20
(11:30:12 am) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd rolled 1d20: 9 <Total: 9>
(11:30:21 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( Rav will go first. ))
(11:31:46 am) <@Nymphetamine> Marnath Nesepix seemed pleased with himself, and probably had put a good deal of money on his new best friend, Rriss. Standing forward against the rail, the scarlet hankerchief in his hand, he smiled. His magically amplified voice boomed over the arena. "When this silk hankie has hit the sand, you may begin." He held them in thrall for a moment, making them wait, but soon enough his --
(11:31:46 am) <@Nymphetamine> -- fingers released the silk and it fluttered to the ground.
(11:32:43 am) * Icis`Hayen enters at the south entrance with moment to spare. She hurries to take a seat close to the front, red hair flayying wildly behind. The slender girl took a seat, eyeing up combatants whilst fondling the purse of coin hidden under her light dust cloak.
(11:33:18 am) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd then spins his dual maces about within his hands as the silk flutters down, shifting his grip upon them as he begins his approach. The pale Necromancer's bone mail clinks and clatters against itself, giving the impression of a dry skeleton approaching. He opens by feinting with that right mace. A weak swipe that is quickly followed from the left by a heftier swing. His fingers
(11:33:19 am) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd curl about the mace and he leaves a trail of drifting smoke from his body as his flesh is slowly consumed just to keep him 'alive' within that antimagic area. The swipe sends both his long hair and the flowing edge of his robes flaring outward, as he puts the spin of his body into it.
(11:33:23 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> `roll 1d20
(11:33:23 am) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd rolled 1d20: 5 <Total: 5>
(11:33:33 am) * +Rriss`Pehn hisses loudly at Rav, his spine frills and brilliantly colored head crest rising fully as he shifts into a defensive stance.
(11:33:37 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( +3 for the Special Rules, so that's an 8. ))
(11:33:48 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( Remember to include your modifers. ))
(11:33:49 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> 'roll 1d20+3
(11:33:52 am) <@Suzthulhu> Natalia watches the 'coin toss' to see who will go first. Once Rav is declared the winner, she claps, and then returns tot he edge of her seat for the first round.
(11:33:55 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20+3
(11:33:56 am) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 11 <Total: 11(+3) = 14>
(11:34:17 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> <<it was a Normal stance to start. so no mods on mine.
(11:35:34 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( Oh, my bad, I totally didn't see that part. Ha! Mal, you doing a normal stance? ))
(11:35:51 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> (defensive, posted that before I rolled)
(11:36:33 am) <@Nymphetamine> (( Sorry! I suck today. Need to make some coffee or something. You guys seem 100x more on top of things than I am, carry on, ignore the woman behind the curtain. ))
(11:38:53 am) * LayTrayin narrows her eyes as she watches th efight fromthe rail and crosses her arms in front of herself as sh ewatches th efight intently
(11:40:35 am) * +Rriss`Pehn steps with the feint, but was ready for the Lich's honest follow up, as he met it with rising forearm just under the sweeping arc of the mace, pushing and guiding the blow over his ducking head. He used this opening to lunge in close aiming a left handed palm strike at the Lich's chest with a follow up right knee stirke to his hip.
(11:40:45 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20-3
(11:40:45 am) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 1 <Total: 1(-3) = -2>
(11:41:02 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> `roll 1d20
(11:41:02 am) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd rolled 1d20: 3 <Total: 3>
(11:46:45 am) <@Suzthulhu> Natalia watches and cheers and chats and whatnot because Suz is afk.
(11:46:48 am) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd can't really stop the inertia of that left hand mace, and as the mace is guided over, he instead spins with it. That close lunge might have been aimed for Ravynetti's chest, but since he didn't bother to stop that spin, he instead continues onward, like some dervish. It exposes his back to the blow, true, but with that shield slung across his back, the palm strikes just at the
(11:46:48 am) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd shield. The shock sends the smouldering Necromancer forward, but deals little damage. The force of the blow might be distributed over his body, but Ravynetti is terribly light. He is almost sent to one knee, but the way he's pushed about puts him out of danger of that second strike. Those luminous blue eyes drift up to the stands, not really fixing on any one person, but a few faces
(11:46:48 am) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd he sees brings a bejeweled grin to his features. "Excellent." The words curl off his lips with a puff of alchemic smoke, as his body continues to degrade in the antimagic field. Still, he easily has the strenght to correct his stance, whirling abou on Rriss again, pretending he hadn't stumbled, though he obviously had. Those maces spin in his hands, before he steps forward to close
(11:46:48 am) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd the distance again. Both maces are brought down in tandem, in a hammering swoop from directly over his own head.
(11:46:53 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> `roll 1d20
(11:46:53 am) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd rolled 1d20: 3 <Total: 3>
(11:48:05 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20+3
(11:48:06 am) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 10 <Total: 10(+3) = 13>
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(11:51:36 am) * Icis`Hayen frowns a little but keeps her face blank, getting afeel for the fight and the thing her favourite is fighting before she makes any bets. As always the young girl can never keep her hands still, an unfortunate tress of copper gold getting the occasional tug whilst she watches.
(11:53:12 am) * +Rriss`Pehn just side steps the attack to the left, having correctly read the Lich's next move as he was closing the distance again. The Isska crouches down as he finishes the step evasion of the maces, bringing him beside the lich, and sweeps his left leg in a vicious kick at the back of the Lich's knees, attempting a leg sweep. He keeps the momentum of the kick going though, spinning on
(11:53:12 am) * +Rriss`Pehn the ball of his right foot to bring his thick tail in a follow up strike that with any luck would add further punishment to the sweep.
(11:53:17 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> `1d20-3
(11:53:26 am) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20-3
(11:53:26 am) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 5 <Total: 5(-3) = 2>
(11:53:58 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> `roll 1d20
(11:53:59 am) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd rolled 1d20: 7 <Total: 7>
(11:58:01 am) * LayTrayin watches as th epai rseem to be dancing around each other perhaps gettign th efeel for thier opponent. She keeps her arms crossed and keeps watch tho for any changes in combat
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(11:58:52 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> The simple fact is that Ravyn obviously isn't a frontline fighter. He doesn't have the physical strength for it, the build really, even in that armor that seems to be more a hinderance than anything. And yet as the Isska side steps his maces, he is far from concerned. They thump dully into the ground where Rriss had been, and then those luminous blue eyes catch the movement of that
(11:58:53 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> sweeping kick just in time. He jumps up from the ground, revealing those dragonskin boots as he pulls himself toward those anchored maces where they rest on the ground, using the weight of them as an anchor to pull himself into a forward roll. He evades the sweeping kick as he tumbles forward, sounding like a bone wind chime as the mail clacks and clatters against itself, accompanied
(11:58:53 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> by the creak and click of his own joints. He lands in a crouch, and figuring it won't be long before Rriss moves in behind him, he immediately swipes that left hand mace backward in a blind strike. The first of his dirty tricks might come into play here though, as he givse the handle of his mace a sharp twist. With a click and a ring of steel, a six inch blade juts forth from the top
(11:58:53 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> of the mace's skull, turning that crushing swipe into a blind slash as well.
(11:58:55 am) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd> `roll 1d20
(11:58:55 am) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd rolled 1d20: 10 <Total: 10>
(12:00:21 pm) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20+3
(12:00:21 pm) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 2 <Total: 2(+3) = 5>
03(12:00:31 pm) * Ravynetti`Tivaurd is now known as Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1
(12:01:58 pm) * Tayah well, since it seemed like virtually every other participant in the mounted brackets had had sudden pressing needs come up (actually, the half elf was telling herself that they just didn't want to ride against her because it made her feel slightly better about the matter) she'd inquired about throwing her name into the armed lot instead. As such, she was doing what any smart
(12:01:59 pm) * Tayah person did...and getting a feel of potential competition, because you never knew who you were going to end up facing down along the line. But the dancing back and forth. Hah. She snorted, calling out an altogether too cheerful, "Is this a dance or a fight?!" before her old friend managed to score a hit.
(12:06:46 pm) * +Rriss`Pehn was just rising out of his own crouch to follow the Lich's evasive roll when he's caught by the suddenly longer sweep of the mace with its new blade. It scores a ragged cut across the Isska's shin, opening up the thinly musculed flesh to reveal a hint of bone. But luckily for Rriss there was no tendons or muscules to be severed with the attack, just lots of white hot pain,
(12:06:47 pm) * +Rriss`Pehn which he shunted from his attention by hissing it out. This did not however stop his momentum as he planted his left leg, bent, then sprung forward into a front flip, the spinning of his body adding momentum and added force as he brought his right foot down on the Lich in a hammer drop kick.
(12:07:01 pm) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20-3
(12:07:01 pm) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 8 <Total: 8(-3) = 5>
(12:10:02 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1> `roll 1d20
(12:10:02 pm) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1 rolled 1d20: 16 <Total: 16>
(12:17:12 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1> The feel of the blade impacting muscle brought a bejeweled grin to the Necromancer's lips, showing a flash of silver and gemstone teeth. He rises almost immediately, his back still turned toward the oncoming Rriss. That leap, that hammer kick actually impacts the shield across the necromancer's back once more, and sends him sprawling. Again there's the familiar rattle of dry bone
(12:17:12 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1> against dry bone as his mail takes the impact, leaving him on hands and knees. With one blade already revealed, Ravynetti twists the handle of hte other mace, popping that blade out with a ringing of steel as well. He shifts his grip a bit higher along those maces, along the shaft to just below the skulls that decorate the maceheads, then stabs them both backward, using them more like
(12:17:12 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1> daggers at his opponent who seems to still be behind him. Only then does he turn about. By now, his skin has degraded to the point where there are patches of blackened bone visible in little cracks along his cheeks and jawline.
(12:17:15 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1> `roll 1d20
(12:17:15 pm) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1 rolled 1d20: 4 <Total: 4>
(12:18:23 pm) <@Suzthulhu> Not being one to shy away from a good, clean (hah) fight, Natalia's interest in being in the arena are not purely to support a friend and client. She's got money riding on the bout, and though it's a small, sensible amount, if Rav wins, she'll have a nice little pot of cash to stow away with the rest of it. Play money, more or less. There's a gasp and a wince when Rriss brings his
(12:18:23 pm) <@Suzthulhu> foot up, and then crashing down again, but Rav's deflection draws another cheer from the crowd.
(12:18:33 pm) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20+3
(12:18:33 pm) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 10 <Total: 10(+3) = 13>
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(12:23:49 pm) * +Rriss`Pehn was just rising out of the crouch he'd landed in when the double mace daggers were suddenly rushing towards his head, so he did the most logical thing anyone would do in the situation. He speared himself foreward, moving to wrap his heavily musculed arms around the Lich and bear him to the ground. At least then, those damned maces would be less likely to sprout any more surprises.
(12:23:50 pm) * +Rriss`Pehn He did have the pressence of mind to lead his spear with his mouth wide open, attempting to bite and ravage the Lich's midsection as he was turning around to face the Isska.
(12:24:00 pm) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20-3
(12:24:00 pm) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 4 <Total: 4(-3) = 1>
(12:24:29 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1> `roll 1d20
(12:24:30 pm) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1 rolled 1d20: 5 <Total: 5>
(12:24:51 pm) <@Suzthulhu> "Is he... is his skin...?" Marnuth's voice, as once again, he's forgotten about the amplification. "No, I don't think tha-oh bollocks. Sorry folks! Just a little debate here in the announcer's booth! This match is keeping us on our toes! Both opponents seem equally matched, and only Vorfon Tivuard has managed to land a blow yet! And oh! It's turning into a regular brawl here at the
(12:24:52 pm) <@Suzthulhu> Black Dragon Arena! 4Would someone please turn this damn thing off???"
(12:26:45 pm) * Icis`Hayen had been haggling a bet with a rather grubby goblin when Ravyn was knocked down again, her lips pressed into a thin line as she continued to watch. Icy blue eyes watched with discernment, no public cheering or shouts of encouragement vocalised, just secret comments within.
(12:28:08 pm) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1 is in no position to evade Rriss in such a close grapple. And yet he tries, beginning to seek to squrm out of those arms and teeth. The bite catches bone rings, tearing a few off from the leather backing, but fail to really penetrate the well made bone mail. Some of the plates crack a little under the blow, others lodge upon sharp points, as teeth are wont to do. And yet,
(12:28:08 pm) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1 Ravynetti laughs. It's a chilling, cold sound, "Oh this brings me back. It's the Thuul tribe all over again." He tosses down that right hand mace so that the knife point that projects from the top sticks into the ground, keeping it in reach as he struggles in that clawed grasp. "Except you have less arms," he amends, just as he flicks his right hand out. A dagger flips from the leather
(12:28:08 pm) * +Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1 sleeve of that black robe, which is caught in a gloved hand. He jabs the dagger sownward, toward one of the arms clinging about his body.
(12:28:11 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1> `roll 1d20
(12:28:11 pm) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1 rolled 1d20: 11 <Total: 11>
(12:28:39 pm) <@Suzthulhu> "LIZARDS RULE! LICHES DROOL! LIZARDS RULE, LICHES DROOL!" Comes the heckling chant from one side of the arena. It's battling to be heard over the other side, "RAVYN, RAVYN, RAVYN!"
(12:29:31 pm) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20+3
(12:29:31 pm) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 4 <Total: 4(+3) = 7>
03(12:29:40 pm) * Ravynetti`Tivaurd_1 is now known as Ravynetti`Tivaurd_2
(12:31:18 pm) <@Suzthulhu> "Oh! Another blow landed by Vorfon Tivuard! And it's a knife fight now!" Oh, Marnuth... well, at least he wasn't caught making some other snide comment about the fighters. "Knife fights can get nasty quick, folks. I hope none of you suffers from a faint heart or upset stomach!"
(12:34:45 pm) * +Rriss`Pehn hisses with pain as that dagger find purchase in the meat of his left arm, but he just suffers through it, keeping his arms wrapped about the lich's body as he snakes his injured right leg around Rav's left to trap it and allow the Isska to force the lich to the ground, and if successful, move into a full mount and give the tricky bastard an elbow strike to the jaw.
(12:34:57 pm) <+Rriss`Pehn> (offensive stance switch)
(12:35:17 pm) <+Rriss`Pehn> `roll 1d20+3
(12:35:18 pm) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn rolled 1d20: 19 <Total: 19(+3) = 22>
(12:36:38 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_2> `roll 1d20
(12:36:38 pm) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd_2 rolled 1d20: 1 <Total: 1>
(12:39:19 pm) <@Suzthulhu> There's a collective gasp from the crowd. "Oh! And as the... Isska! Yes folks, Vorfon Pehn is an Isska! And as he changes stances, it proves devestating to the lich lord Tivuard. Not only does he fail to block the attack, but he takes the absolute full bront of it and then some!" From somewhere behind Marnuth, caught up in his amplified voice, is the sound of someone... wretching.
(12:39:19 pm) <@Suzthulhu> 5"Did some of his face just f-ohgod... HUUUUURK!!!" Marnuth tries to quickly speak over the sound of his colleague horking. "Yes! It's a hell of a match! 4Get her out of here before she sicks all over my feet!"
03(12:39:57 pm) * Rriss`Pehn is now known as Rriss`Pehn_1
(12:40:09 pm) <@Nymphetamine> (( Close to a natural 20, but ahaha, no dice. (Pun intended.) No crit on the attack, or botch on the epic fail roll of 1. ;D ))
(12:42:10 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_2> Ravynetti is pinned beneath the much more powerful Isska. He squirms, still trying to break free. There's a haze of smoke that continues to drift up about him. He looks up to try to get a better view of the creature, just in time for that elbow to impact that pale flesh, just in the one part that coif doesn't protect. It would be like elbowing a piece of shaped metal, but there's a
(12:42:10 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_2> sickling crack as his jaw wrenches free and to the side, tearing his flesh. More smoke rises as his body struggles to remain valid, and the Necromancer's jaw hangs down for a moment. His brilliant, violet blood flows forth, sparking and positively flaring as the magic is drawn quickly from it, dissipating into the air. He lifts that dagger hand, not to stab at Rriss, but to jam his
(12:42:10 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_2> jaw back into place with an unnatural click. He continues to squirm, and then, then that dagger stabs upward and back, aiming somewhere in the vicinity of Rriss's face. It's not meant to be a lethal blow, but rather to allow the necromancer to escape and draw his sword, adopting an offensive stance.
(12:42:15 pm) <+Ravynetti`Tivaurd_2> `roll 1d20+3
(12:42:16 pm) <GameServ> Ravynetti`Tivaurd_2 rolled 1d20: 20 <Total: 20(+3) = 23>
(12:42:33 pm) <+Rriss`Pehn_1> `roll 1d20-3
(12:42:34 pm) <GameServ> Rriss`Pehn_1 rolled 1d20: 20 <Total: 20(-3) = 17>
(12:44:10 pm) <@Suzthulhu> "And it seems Vorfon Tivuard isn't going to take that laying down, not at all! There's a good lich, put your face back on for the crowd." A few women give up shrill screams at the sight of the dangling jaw, and one faints dead away. Onlookers scramble to carry her out for some fresh air.
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(12:45:45 pm) <@Nymphetamine> (( The rules only cover natural 20s, with no modifiers, as requiring a reroll. With the modifers, Rav would win this round, but the defense is still strong. If you guys don't have a problem with it, I'd rule 2 points to Rav, 1 to Rriss. ))
03(12:47:05 pm) * Ravynetti`Tivaurd_2 is now known as Ravynetti`Tivaurd_4
(12:47:13 pm) * Icis`Hayen even finds herself wincing at the exchange of blows, that grubby little goblin poking her shoulder furiously to change its bet. She waves a dismissive hand at it, eyes fixated on the scene before her.
03(12:47:20 pm) * Rriss`Pehn_1 is now known as Rriss`Pehn_2
(12:48:58 pm) * LayTrayin blinks as she watches ravyn's jaw come loose but she doesnt let ti show if it affects her or not. She keeps watchign and finally yells out 4 GO Rriss!!!!
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03(12:51:00 pm) * Nymphetamine sets mode: +v Malachai_Blackhart
03(12:51:18 pm) * Malachai_Blackhart is now known as Rriss`Pehn_2
(12:51:50 pm) <@Nymphetamine> (( Still Rriss's defense and attack post. ))