The crowd in the Arena is noticebly quiet. What kind of fight is this? An old drunk versus some crazy foreigner? They should just relesase some of those dragon-wolves from yesterday and have these two idiots fight them. Where were they anyways.
[spoiler] [ooc] Take your positions, do pre combat actions, and roll initiative. The area is clear and we are 40ft apart.[/ooc] [/spoiler]
[ic= Ebeneezer (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=4546) ]
Ebeneezer ruses from the sand of the arena where he has been sleeping hidden unded his rags and lets off a random string of muttering and insults which grow in volume and intensity until he is shouting them at the world, the crowd and especially that poncey lille elf in his stupid straw hat.[/ic]
[ooc] Intimidate {demoralise opponent} : Make a level check of DC [dice]1d20+5[/dice] or get -2 on attack rolls, skill checks and saves for the 1st round. [/ooc]
[ooc] Man, nat 20! i'm extra crazy scary today. Fear the muttery old man!
Initiative check [dice]1d20+1[/dice] [/ooc]
[ic=Mood]Crouching into the stance of the flying beagle, Mood focuses his chi.. erm, did I say chi? I meant... ki.[/ic]
[ooc]No pre-combat actions.
Init: [dice]1d20+1[/dice]
EDIT: HAH. Good luck with that. I suppose Mood is in a bad mood now.[/ooc]
[ic=Anden Spectacles]What have we here? Another duel, is it? Let's see if they'll be able to break the speed record (AGAIN), or if they'll actually manage to amuse the crowd this time. Given what I can see right now, I won't even think of the possibility they'll be able to amuse ME.[/ic]
[ic= Ebeneezer (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=4546) ]
With a great scream of "Ah-Boogety-Boogety-Boo!" Ebeneezer begins to visibly froth at the mouth and shambles towards Mood. He gives a great swing of his walking stick, but aims high in an attept to remove the source of Mood's power - his hat.[/ic]
[ooc] You get an AoO.
Disarm roll [dice]1d20+5+4[/dice]. You make an opposed attack roll at -4 (your hat isn't a weapon). [/ooc]
[ooc] Why do i roll so well in duels, but so badly in my actual pbp game? it's a mystery.
Anyways...[/ooc]
[ic] With a might sweep of his walking stick, Mood's hat is swept from his head and falls in the mud of the arena floor. Ebeneezer begins to cackle wildly.[/ic]
[ooc]Instant failure for disarm![/ooc]
[ic=Mood]With a spinning kick of wild fury, Mood manages to duck out of the way of the wild man's stick. His hat, however, is not so lucky. The poor thing lands on the ground, battered and tattered.[/ic]
Wait for confirmation of AoO
[ooc]AoO: [dice]1d20+2[/dice][/ooc]
[ic] In his mad swing Ebeneezer takes a good solid crack in the knees, and starts groaning about arthritis.
[/ic]
[ooc] You hit. MAn, if i wasn't raging right now, that would have missed. Damn my craziness. How much damage d'you do?[/ooc]
[ic=Mood]"Hai Thong! You eat like dirt!" cries Mood as he continues with a series of flying punches before leaping backward and rubbing his bald head.[/ic]
[ooc]AoO damage: [dice]1d6+1[/dice]
Of Fury Blows: [dice]1d20+0[/dice] Attack roll
Of Fury Blows 2: [dice]1d20+0[/dice] Attack roll
[spoiler=damage]
Blow 1 damage: [dice]1d6+1[/dice]
Blow 2 damage: [dice]1d6+1[/dice][/spoiler]
5' step backwards.[/ooc]
[ic=Mood]The first punch was but a feint! Mood's second mediochre attack strikes Ebenezer in the forehead, not that it did anything special. -_-[/ic]
[ooc]Of Fury Blows 2 critical confirmation: [dice]1d20+0[/dice]
Oh, and Mood selects Ebenezer as his dodge opponent.[/ooc]
[ic=Xathan]Xathan appears and sits on his throne of bones again, grinning at the fight.
The crowd, meanwhile, is laughing at the antics of the combatants.[/ic]
[ic=Ebeneezer hp 6/12] Through his drunken haze, Ben barely feels the punches but as he staggers, he stoops and picks up Mood's hat and stuffs it into his pants shouting, "Oi! Lokkit me. I'm loik sum kinda gigglelow now. hahahahahahahahahahaha..." and with that he steps 5 feet towards Mood and takes a swing with his stick. [/ic]
[ooc] Move action: Retrieve hat
5 foot step
Attack roll: [dice]1d20+5[/dice] [spoiler=If i hit] damage [dice]1d12+6[/dice] [/spoiler]
[/ooc]
[ic=Faro the Loud]Whoa, looks like the old man has hat envy!
...As a matter of trivia, I believe this is the first time in his last dozen matches that Mood has actually lost his hat. Anden, that sound right to you?[/ic]
[ic=Anden Spectacles]It sounds like you're talking nonsense again, Faro. I'll concede that I didn't myself believe it when I saw it, but he did lose his hat in that spectacular free-for-all match involving those three displacer beasts (or was that just one of them after all?) and that dragon turtle, which I'm pretty sure was only nine matches ago.
It is a snazzy hat though, and I can see why the old man would want to steal it.[/ic]
[ooc]Now all we need is a message from our sponsors advertising hats in the "unique" Mood the Monk style...[/ooc]
[ic=Faro the Loud]Ah, you've got me there. Don't know how that slipped my mind!
Anyway, looks like Ebenezer had better get his focus back and quickly, before Mood knocks that smile off his face-- and that hat out of his pants![/ic]
[ic=Mood]A big stick packs a big womp and a little man makes an easy baseball. Mood, reading it in a fantasy book somewhere, tries to negate the damage by rolling into a ball. Poor Mood, for that only works on fireballs.
Ebenezer seems to hit a home run, sending the bald-headed elf flying. Infuriated by the blow, Mood yells out behind his squinty eyes "Old man cheat! He no weak like dog with hangovah!" With that, the annoying monk hits the dirt and decides to take a nice nap while his organs bleed.[/ic]
[ooc]-3 HP
Stabilization: [dice]1d100[/dice][/ooc]
[ic=Ebeneezer] Ebeneezer walks over to and stares down at the little monk. He the reaches into his pants and pulls out the hat, and placing it over Mood's face, he puts one foot up on mood's chest and proclaims, "Ima da king orv dah wurld! Now where's mah chicken dinner."
He stands there with his arms up until his buzz wears off, when he notices the pain is his knees. He sits down abruptly and pulls out his jugs to take a swig. The bottle had barely reached his lips when he fell over, asleep before he hit the sandy ground.[/ic]