Palladium, 6th Century

[albatross]

Damage:

Axe: [dice=6] + [dice=6] + [dice=6] +5

Club: [dice=6] + [dice=6] + 6

Note: Armour of Ithan range is touch, Streetwise will need to be closer to cast.

Streetwise is wounded, still eventually he succeeds in disarming the two trolls. Facing a were-griffin with a sword, they yield. The crowd is reasonably satisfied with the fight, and the majority of them give the thumbs up for Streetwise to spare the trolls. (Does Streetwise heal himself?)

Next into the ring is a silver bell faerie riding atop a five pound dragonfly. She wears a bow and quiver of arrows on her back, a tiny spear at her waist. Her robe is white silk and the six inch tall adversary has waves of curly metallic golden hair.

The little faerie readies her bow and shouts out a challenge to Streetwise while the rest of the team watches. The food isn't poisoned, at least not that Aki can tell.[rand=0174986874545487453010855679362705076545105767244835228221753292311]

[Renekin Skywalker]

(Streetwise heals quickly just on his own...yay Nightbane!)

Streetwise looks at the little pixie on the dragonfly. However, instead of laughing away the threat, he immediately takes on a martial pose. Raising his sword to strike, he steels himself, he takes a deep breath... and...

Starts to sing, very badly!!! Strike: [dice=20]+7 = 12

While not a killing blow, his attempt at butchering 99 Red Balloons is none the less a painful experience.[rand=20861327858584422308301387897886162376771397568743532722766234133]

[albatross]

The silver bell frowns a tiny frown at Streetwise' awful singing, and she casts a spell on him (save vs magic).

The dragonfly darts to the side, angling up and around Streetwise, circling him for now.

[Renekin Skywalker]

Save vs Magic (Minimum 12 needed): [dice=20]+14= 31 (I may have to research this bonus, it seems high... Though, the nat 17 covers for it, nicely.)

Just to see what would happen, he gives his big wings a flap to see if they'll blow the silver bell off.

Strike: [dice=20]+7 = 20[rand=8611995972300037679232378541682474414901395858048580844757650288]

[albatross]

The silverbell maintains her seat on the dragonfly, but the insect floats backwards a little.

The faerie readies her bow and backs off a little to stay clear of Streetwise wings.

(PE 45 and +6 bonus, 14 total)

[sasqaricious]

Sapphire just sits in a hovering position and watches having forgotten the touch part of her plan for magic. Knowing that there is not much she can do here she just sits and continues to watch.

[shiivster]

Aki's eyes turn to Dryzh and sets down another 'safe' piece of fruit.

'bad foods have strange fuzzy on tongue. i no sense strange fuzzy on fruits. fruits safe to eats'

*she picks up a piece of bread and frowns. this is another of the strange kinds of foods the men in colored clothes tried to get her to eat. rice she eventually ate, but bread was still odd to her and she isn't interested. she pokes the finger at the cheese. 'not sure what that is, but it not feel right. not growing in trees or ground. not sure if being safe of fuzzy or not .... '

*her eyes shift to the combat at the high pitched bell. her eyes shift about until she spots the dragonfly. 'big bug. not want eating that one ... '

[kurff]

Tesla was no warrior but felt he'd need to learn so he watched...He knew Tactics and strategy to some extent but actual combat skills were only basic. But he did have other skills he checked the building for any secret compartments or passages as the fight went on.

[Renekin Skywalker]

"So, do you speak English, little person?" Streetwise asks, circling the faerie, trying to look menacing for the crowd's enjoyment. Unless that was a TW arrow with a potent spell, Streetwise really didn't worry.

[albatross]

The arrow did have some faerie magic attached to it, resisting magic was something Streetwise was very good at.

The silver bell didn't appear to speak english, and the crowd seemed disappointing. Those familiar with faerie magic probably realize that most opponents would probably be sleeping, charmed or otherwise embarrassed and at the mercy of the faerie at this point.

Giant sized beer mugs start to fly and the little faerie and her dragonfly zip away and into one of the arena's holds.

It is finally time for the main event. Fakir strides into the arena wearing a black and silver silk robe, and sheds his black cloak. He is still carrying the giant sized sword from the otehr day, though the blade is a bit too big for him.

He goes through a ritual motion, some kind of bow probably, though designed to gracefully incorporate a sword.

In the spectator section, including where the rest of the group is, ogres come around to collect bets: over, under and cover. The odds are heavily weighted towards cover since Fakir tends to draw.

[dakota]

Dryzh heard the word bug and turned his attention. He licked his lips, " Yes Dryzh like eat very much." He was a little disappointed when the silverbell and mount flew away, but his attention was drawn when Fakir entered. " Dryzh wish had pistol. Would end fast and go home."

He took a piece of the cheese. " Dryzh eat before. Was dry and salty, but good. Stay in belly long time."

[shiivster]

Aki nods as she looks at the arena. then looks at the cheese and frowns. she voices her concern about the cheese quietly so only Dryzh hears "looks like dried droppings pushed together". she then picks up a piece of the bread and nibbles, waiting for the fuzzy to show up on the tongue.

*she hopes that by staying calm and quiet, she won't distract Yumi from snooping about. she'll worry until her friend returns safely or in mostly one piece. she knows that the wild beast is a little smarter than its kin and will avoid open spaces and detection. so if the giants and ogres don't notice the missing furry sister, all will be good.

[kurff]

"I miss home cooking already...Who knows if the people who made this wahsed there hands.." he shook visibly, "Can't starve though can I?"

[Renekin Skywalker]

Streetwise assumed a ready position with the sword. He didn't know any fancy rituals, and was focused enough already. Plus, he was the monster, so he didn't need to be fancy.

"Any time." He says to Fakir.

[albatross]

"That song," Fakir shouted in English across the arena, "Nineteenth century, Earth. Have you mistaken me for my ancestor? No matter, you're a harrier either way."

The dust swirls slightly around Fakir as if power is drawing into him from his surroundings, then he leaps to close the distance, leading with the giant sword.

Initiative: [dice=20]+9

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