Post by waysoftheearth on Aug 11, 2011 16:32:33 GMT -6
Matayas looks on with some interest, his hand upon the haft of his axe... if things appear to go ill for his fellows he is perfectly ready to leap into the ring and start hewing the enemy limb from limb.
The wrestling continues. [Magne=8, Adrastos=14 (5), Yngvar=1; unibrow=4, gorilla-hair=19 (4)]
After another minute. Adrastros manages to down the unibrowed wrestler with a brutal kick in ribs. Meanwhile, the Magne is brought to his knees or pushed out of the ring by the gorilla-haired man, having now sustained a total og 7 points of subduel damage.
Post by tombowings on Sept 30, 2011 9:19:10 GMT -6
Tagged by Magne's hand, Brennus crawls under the ropes and into the ring and charges towards the gorilla-armed wrestler with all the commitment of a ego whipped attorney calling out, "Abjection!" [1d20 - 2=15] The civilized man grabs the foreign wrestler's arms, pulling them behind his back and pushing him into the ground, face first. The mats give off a puff of dust; the match has ended.
The gorilla-armed man, taps the floor and yells, "I yield. Yield!"
The wrestler gives Matayas and glare. "I guess it's good we aren't in the wilderness then, eh? Where you're going, ear loss would be lucky." He then goes back to bringing his comrades back to consciousness.
With Actæa and Brennus in position, Yngvar readies himself to break through the next door. After a moment of silence, he jolts forward, ramming his shoulder into the portal. [1d6=5] Crack! The door busts in as a cloud of splinters fly through the air.
"Hurt me not," calls the voice of a robed man within the small, brightly lit room. "This is the Test of Cunning, not the room of destruction!" he yes, the wood particles still settling to the ground.
Last Edit: Oct 3, 2011 7:50:34 GMT -6 by tombowings
As the dust clears, the scene becomes even more bizarre. In the center of the 20 by 20 foot room, there is a small scaffold, on which the robed man is standing upon. Hanging from the scaffold is another man, tied upside down by his feet hanging over a large, wooden, water tank that is filling up most of the room and weighed down by a laden leather pack. The man is gagged and ragged-looking, eyes wide open.
"The test of Cunning," begins the man in the red robe, "begins with a thief in the Sultan's house. It is your job to determine if he live or dies." The man takes a step forward. "Inside the tank and a dozen barbed eels, deadly enough to stop a full-grown man's heart in seconds. Rescue him or cut the rope: the choice is yours."
The robed man then goes over to the hanging man and undoes the gag. Smiling and toothy grin, he concludes, "Begin."
The final door is on the left wall. There doesn't appear to be anything directly impeding your path.
Last Edit: Oct 5, 2011 0:14:19 GMT -6 by tombowings
Iago de Perdar, your journey starts here, hanging from the scaffold. Where once you were but a common thief, a ragger, a lie. Caught by the Sultan's guard detail and strong up by your bootstraps: the object of a sociopathic thought-experience. Prove now your mettle.
Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 5, 2011 6:04:21 GMT -6
Matayas' glance flicks over the water tank... he ascertains in half a moment whether a serious axe-blow might split the tank and spill its contents; thereby saving the hapless thief from drowning, and simultaneously beaching the venomous eels.