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Hey all, JB here.

I'm a DM for a large number of games here on RPG, as well as a player in several others. Many of the games I run are overly complex, or they involve Dungeons and Dragons (which is also overly complex!).

I work 40+ hours a week, and am the proud father of two tiny terrors named Chibi and Chibette and married to my beautiful Wifey. As such, I am quite busy more often than not. I typically write 2-5 paragraphs per reply and try to maintain an excellent level of grammar. If you noticed me glancing at your profile, I probably was looking to see if you would be a good match for my RPing style. Even if I didn't send a PM to you, feel free to send one back!

I enjoy 1x1 RPs and small groups. I'm fond of medieval, steampunk, and futuristic settings, and I'll jump into romance, adventure, and slice of life RPs fairly quickly, although supernatural (vampires, werewolves, etc) RPs get old for me pretty quickly. If you're looking for an RP partner and I've glanced at your profile, then I'm most likely willing to give it a shot, but decided against PMing you because I'm actually kinda shy. But I'm always looking for a new friend!

Please feel free to say hi at any time!

Name/Aliases: JB, JBRam, Jeebs
Gender: M
DOB: June 1988
Location: Maine (East Coast USA)
Hobbies: Ridiculously complex RP ideas involving lots of spreadsheets.

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One by one, the party members seated themselves into the boat. The journey back to the bridge was uneventful, and the party passed their deceased ally on their way back, barely recognizable from the other decomposing puddles of ooze on the ground. A brief moment passed where some of the party paid respects to the fallen ally, but they continued on their way.

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, it was evident that a large number of people were outside. A quick surreptitious check would reveal that there were soldiers at every nearby exit, and the front doors were open, having been burned away previously. No fewer than a dozen people could be spotted outside, almost entirely human. From the lights of the torches some carried or cantrips on others' weapons, they appeared well-armed and well-trained. They also were all dressed in the Bourgund uniform that had been seen earlier during the parade. Night had long since fallen, and by anyone's guess, dawn was probably just around the corner.

Just inside the front doors of the cathedral stood a redheaded woman dressed in a chain shirt, seemingly awaiting the group's arrival. Next to her was Lex, manacled and disarmed, standing stoically and patiently. "That's them," he said as the party entered the light shining from a pendant about the woman's neck that looked like some sort of holy symbol. "It's okay," Lex continued. "They're sent by the General. I think enough people have died today."
@ihinka - you're up!


There was only one choice. The cowards ran. The bear must pursue. This is the way of nature. This is what bears must do... but no. The druid was no mere mindless bear. As Bobbin had begun to chase, a cry of pain diverted his attention.

Were the bear able to speak, it may have uttered a phrase to turn the air blue. This is why the kenku worked alone, so he wasn't held back by weaker allies. But then again, having allies can be useful. This ambush would have gone south much worse had Bobbin been by himself.

A retreat... for now. Bobbin turned towards his fallen comrade. The bear's great paw reached out to the caster who called himself Jacoby, and as he reached out, the bear shape faded away, leaving the kindly kenku. "Hey, Mister," came the timid voice of a young girl. "You don't look so good."

Regrettably, the spells that Bobbin had prepared today did not include the healing his mind searched for. The Jacoby would have to wait a moment... hopefully he would survive. Instead, Bobbin turned toward the bandit that had struck his ally down. A gout of flame shot towards the bandit, encompassing him for a moment. The timing on his next move would be critical... and hopefully not suicidal.


Grand Pavilion


Hanani eventually made his way over to the set up where the coconut sat, staring at it before glaring at a Cackling hobgoblin before smacking at the Coconut with his hand. After a brief moment, he stared first at his hand, then the unharmed coconut, then his now reddening hand again. "I TOLD YOU I WAS USELESS FOR THIS HAKSIR NOW STOP DARING ME TO DO STUPID SHIT!" He shouted at the now rolling Alchemist, the cackling having grown in its mania. "Give me a Dexterity challenge and I've got you covered, but this? I rather just hop in the Golem and do it." With that said, he walked off and biffed Haksir against his shoulder. "You can stop now, you may just suffocate on your own laughter."

Maiko stifled a chuckle of her own as she calmly approached the quarterstaff. "Let me show you how it's done, Hanani!" she exclaimed as she brought her foot down on top of the stick, splitting it clean in two. The poor quarterstaff didn't even stand a chance. The crowd cheered as the staff was turned into wood chips, but Maiko shot a worried glance towards the metal bar. That one would be a real challenge.

Hanani stared pointedly at Maiko before stretching out for a brief moment, "Not my area of expertise but..." the male trailed off before taking a small jogging head start and flipping back into a double backhand spring, his form bending gracefully before landing solidly on his feet, "That is." He smiled a bit, surprisingly pleased that the Crowd seemed to have enjoyed his little display.

Roll Results: 36 Acrobatics; 31 Boosted Charisma Roll

For each attempt, success or failure, Ming never failed to be heard over the din of the audience from her spot standing to the side. "Wooo!" Her armour clinked and scraped as she jumped up and down. "You can do it, guys!"

Haksir shook his head at the display from Hanani and then, between chuckles, snapped his fingers to get the attention of XLA-001. "Break that bar with your head, if you don't ind." he ordered with giddy anticipation. The golem complied with gusto! Well, emotionless and robotic steadiness, which, Haksir assumed was the golem way of doing things with gusto. XLA smashed it's robot face into thebar with little effect. Some acid dripped down from it's face before it slammed it's head into the bar a second time, this time hopefully smashing it. "You can do it ol'boy!" Haksir cheered and pumped his little goblin arms up in the air.

Maiko winced as she watched the golem smash into the metal bar, to no real effect. His technique was... brutish, to say the least, and the golem was lucky its thick skull saved it the extra pain. She moved over to the smooth river stone, and brought the side of her fingers down with precision and power, and the stone cracked in two as the catgirl winced, shaking her fingers. It's a good thing she was able to break through the stone, or her fingers make have been less usable the rest of the day.

Haksir tapped his foot and shook his head. The points were for most broken, so, time to move on. "XLA!" he shouted out, raising his finger, "Go break that block of ice with your arms, eh?" The golem stopped smashing it's face into the metal bar and turned to move toward the ice, "The time of man has come to an end," it droned emotionlessly and obediently.

The ice block exploded into shards with a blurr of flashing electricity as the golem smashed it. Haksir whooped and pointed next to the stacked clay, "Smash it with your hand you beautiful poisonous metal juggernaut!" The golem pivoted, and stalked to it's next prey!

Maiko approached the metal bar of impending doom and headaches with a significant amount of trepidation. If the robot couldn't bend the metal, how could she hope to? But deep inside her, she recalled a special technique taught to her in the fighting ring: the application of force in precisely the right spot in precisely the right way could nearly double the power of a blow. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then WHACK! For a moment, everything turned white as her head collided with the metal bar, but when she opened her eyes again, the bar had been bent nearly in half.

The remaining few pieces were destroyed quickly, putting up much less of a challenge than the metal bar. As XLA-001 broke the final piece, the crowd leapt to its feet, cheering wildly. The party was motioned to the stage and presented with another gift from the emissary, this time a potion marked in script as "Stoneskin."

>The party gains 4800 XP each for completing the challenge.

As the party leaves the arena, a monk stops them at the exit. "His Grace the Emissary wishes you to return no later than two hours hence for an exhibition match."

Maiko raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, prompting a further response from the monk. "Interspersed with dozens of bouts between the other
contestants hoping to move to the next round of the contest, the Emissary offers exhibition matches between randomly chosen combatants and either noncombatants or captured monsters, some in the Grand Pavilion and others hosted elsewhere. You have been selected for one such exhibition, to be held in a small fighting ring a short distance from the Grand Pavilion. If you return here in two hours, we can direct you to where you need to be. Until then, you are free to explore the island, but remember the terms of your contracts."
Krusk's ears perked up at the sound of something crashing through the stables, and he turned to follow the sound, seemingly ignoring Lonett's words. When Marcus stepped forward, he turned his attention back. "You, Half-breed, have no business challenging my words. You abandoned what make orcs strong to wallow amidst lesser beings? I shall make myself useful indeed, and rid this land of your existence. We will not fight for some deity's play. We fight for ourselves!"

With that cry, the orc lifted his spear into the air, and those who followed him gave a mighty shout. It seemed combat was inevitable.
Initiative:

23 - @Lurking Krog - James
23 - @ihinka - Lonett
21 - @ihinka - Divna
20 - Champion A - KO'd(231 damage taken)
18 - @Hekazu - Marcus
17 - @16 Bit - Vale
17 - Half-orc A - KO'd (147 damage taken)
16 - @Keyblade87 - Vincent
15 - @Hekazu - Bartimeus (out of combat)
15 - Half-orc B - Burning-1d10 (91 damage taken)
15 - Warpriest A - KO'd (186 damage taken)
13 - Champion B (55 damage taken)
13 - @16 Bit - Earth Elemental
8 - @Guardian Angel Haruki - Scrapmouse
7 - @JBRam2002 - Ada
7 - Krusk (285 damage taken, mount has 20 damage taken)
7 - @Guardian Angel Haruki - Sparky
6 - @The Grey Dust - Kethan
6 - Warpriest B - KO'd & Burning-1d10 (188 damage taken)
3 - @Ms Ravenwinter - Ellenara


"You haven't heard the last of me," Krusk muttered, glaring at Marcus before reaching into a satchel. He withdrew a piece of paper and muttered a word in the orcish language. Before the teleportation spell could take effect, Lonett uses her Magic User's Nemesis ability to force Krusk to make a DC 17 WIS save or lose the spell. He succeeds, and he and his allies disappeared, leaving the courtyard as if they had never been there in the first place.
Battle Complete!

All PCs gain 40 EXP!
As the artificer made her well-worded suggestion, a handful of the orcs began to acquiesce, bending the knee to begin a prayer to whatever this deity was. Krusk, on the other hand, looked aghast at his subordinates kneeling to anyone but him. "On your feet!" he shouted, and the orcs sheepishly obeyed.

"Let me get one thing straight, Pinky," Krusk snarled, goading his wolf to approach Scrapmouse. "I bow to no one. I pray to no god, not even the mighty Gruumsh. The gods will hear MY name and tremble in fear! This Valkur should face me, if he is no coward, and bestow his blessings! Stand toe to toe with dragons and ghouls? Ha! I have slain more of both than you have ever seen!"
The night passed slowly, as many of us were still unused to the sensations of sleeping underwater. Drifting in the current tended to feel quite cozy, up until one's head bonked along the rocky walls. However, our rest finally met its conclusion, and the new day begun... if day and night actually held any meaning on this plane. I sang a restful morning song as we broke our fast, and before long, we were led forward by Cynthia.

A few minutes passed with nothing of note as we wound our way through the sunken tunnels. But suddenly as she rounded a bend, our guide stopped short.
What appeared to be a shimmering barrier stood in our way. Magic? Dangerous? Perhaps deadly?


Cynthia gave a quiet gasp. "I never expected to see air in here!" she exclaimed as she pushed against the "barrier." Sure enough, the surface of the water rippled and splashed, and the merfolk smiled back at the group. "Air pockets are rare and quite valuable. We should note these on our map."

The group broke the surface and glanced around. By any account, this looked like a normal cave with an underground river passing through that the party was now exiting. But no, in this plane, the air was of greater note than the water. But the group felt refreshed and comforted by the sensation of warm air... even if they were still sopping wet from their swim.

To the east, the water continued on, beckoning for a continued swim. To the south, the air pocket led deeper into the caves. And to the West was the direction we came from. Which way should we choose?
The sun rose, peeking into the windows of the rooms of these fated adventurers. For most, the night passed with minimal interruptions, the entire keep sleeping off an eventful day. A deity had arrived, giving his infinite wisdom to these mere mortals, and had asked a request. What else could the commoners hope to experience in their lifetimes that could rival this?

As dawn broke, a horn could be heard blowing loud and clear from the courtyard, summoning the adventurers forward. The party made their way forward to the courtyard, wondering what the day would bring. However, the blower of the horn seemed to be an uninvited guest: an orc whose armor was trimmed with furs riding a great wolf. His company consisted of several orc and half-orc followers, their gaze menacing and purposeful. As the group arrived, followed by a stumbling Ada wincing at the sun, the orc chieftain raised his voice.

"I have arrived to greet the god who would bestow his greatness upon me! Me and my men will become the most powerful of all orcs, and you will aid us!" Another blast from his horn echoed out, filling the courtyard with its thunderous blast.

"Who is this?" Ada asked a guard with tired disinterest and not a small amount of annoyance.

The guard simply shrugged. "He just showed up, like he teleported here, then blew that infernal horn of his. He wouldn't talk to anyone but the ruler of the city. The Duke still hasn't shown up, though..."

"I am Lady Ada Mavros," Ada proclaimed, stepping forward to the orc. "Kindly explain your purpose so that you may leave our courtyard. We have much to do today."

The orc grinned, his tusks gleaming in the sunrise light. "I am Krusk, Lord of the Hunt! You haven't heard of me yet because we have not chosen to hunt your city yet. Those we hunt flee in terror before us!" He drew a bow and nocked an arrow, letting it fly to land at Ada's feet. The arrow whistled as it careened through the air and sent a small shockwave out from where it landed, causing the skirts of those nearby to flutter. "I wield the Howling Bow and the Huntsman's Spear! I ride the strongest steed! I call the hunt, and it calls to me! Bring forth this god who has blessed you, so that we may receive his blessing as well! Otherwise, your city shall burn!"

Ada sighed and shook her head, drawing her own bow. "Like I said, we're a bit busy today. If you could hold off your rampage until next week, we could schedule you in?" The sarcasm on her voice was definitely not subtle. "I'm sorry, but I don't respond well to threats or to orcs teleporting into my courtyard making demands."

Krusk's hand grasped the spear he wielded and the two shared a glare for a moment. "If you will not bring forth the god, perhaps we can call him forth with your blood's sacrifice! Men? Ready arms!"
@ihinka - You're up! :D


If a bear could laugh, it would sound about how Bobbin sounded right now. A frenetic flurry of fur flew as the bear rose to its feet before dropping his paws down to the ground with a mighty crash. Teeth tore and claws clashed against the bandits, breaking their romantic entanglement and cutting short their inopportune engagement.

The grease beneath the bear's paws was slippery, and Bobbin preferred to make his way out of the mess before creating any further embarrassment. Stepping carefully around the bandits so as to hopefully not provoke further retaliation, Bobbin began to make his way out of the grease trap. There was still someone else left who needed to be dealt with, and a young child who needed protection.


@ihinka - You're next!
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