No problem, I love how everyone else is building each other up like this, a crack in the training dummy becomes breaking off a dummy arm which becomes breaking a dummy in half and then to felling trees with one punch.
I see boar grabbing the tail and just slamming the tiger round like a weapon.
Nah it's cool. Honestly, I see where Milowan was going with this. Even if my captain did block the axe straight up the chance of it torquing his wrist was too high. By accepting the minor wound, the captain gets to close in where the great axe can't be swung but the longsword can be.
@Kojashi28 I understand what you are saying, and I think our next fight should favor melee a bit more. If makes practical sense that orcs wielding two handed weapons can't block arrows, so killing them by bow is easy. Additionally, these orcs have likely trained their entire lives to fight in close quarters bouts. Considering their strength, fighting them should not be an easy challenge.
Perhaps our next opponent should be a bigger enemy where enemies that are numerous and weak so killing one by bow won't really matter or big enough that arrows would be more of a nuisance than anything else?
Nonono, arrow to their eyes, all day long.
*sasha goes to build a bit of rope line and dangles bits of rope with inch wide knots on the bottom for weight.*
There we go, eyeball sized targets for everyone to keep shooting at all day long for practice until we are all snipers!
To a child, this would have been a clash of titans. To Sasha, this was really dangerous! He was taking too long with this orc, others were ariving, he had to finish and move onto the next one. Fighters fight, warriors think. They were two unstoppable forces fighting against each other with one arm.. so why was he fighting with one arm?
Sasha didn't take a step back, he pulled back, using the orcs strength and weight to multiply with his own as he ripped the hand olding the sickle across his body while driving up a knee. THe cracking sound now resounded like a split chord of firewood as the warror started choking up on vomited blood. Green grass growing more verdant from the ichor of rusted copper.
"They really do bleed green, huh."
No time to ponder orcish anatomy, he took up the sickle in his one good hand and scanned the crowd while walking to his weapon. There, someone was flanking up on the source of the wild roots(Rem) and they were a crossbowman. Taking a single test of the weight, he let the weapon fly.
Let's understand somethings here, Sasha is no thrower by professional skill and a sickle is not as aerodynamic as a chakram. But he is stronger than most and hopefully he can put enough power behind the throw to overcome his limitation and save a teamate. Even if he missed with the throw, he was already running behind it, catching the blade by the ring on the bottom with two fingers, he let the thirty pounds trail behind him like the tail of a dragon as he tried to close the distance.
Hexblade gladiator, outright worshiper of Hades. Long term goals might involve becoming a paladin for his god if he curries enough favor with the lord of the dead or a general for an army of evil. Otherwise, its best just to cut a swathe of dead men and satisfied women in his wake.
Name: Octavius Pulcher, "The Dashing Bastard" Physical Form: "I put the gore in gorgeous!"
6'6" and 300 of tight body tone. Unarmored, he has a score of scars running him over from a decade in the arenas. His eyes are a fine gray with a catlike shimmer of silver in the back.
Abilities: Curse; The cornerstone of the hexblade, the ability to lay a witches malicious befuddlement upon intended targets. Not an attack in of itself, it is a go-to weakening of the enemy before engaging. He often pairs the curse with a memorized intimidation to follow up and bring most to cower before finishing them off in a single blow.
Resistance; Like a paladin, he can rely on his sheer strength of will to help shrug off attacks to mind body and soul.
Mettle: Those that he cannot avoid, he tries do bear down and endure, taking the lesser of the worlds woes when he has the chance.
(Item) familiar: Where most would bond to a creature from elsewhere for more power, he has strengthened the bond with his sword to a supernatural level.
Spells: Like a sorcerer, he uses his sheer strength of will to manifest magic in the world. He just severely lacks the dedication most others would possess by this time.
Personality: Truly Octavius' greatest strength is his overwhelming charisma, wielded as a weapon as much as his sword. He brings it to bear to cow the most stalwart of enemies and draw up the crowds to a screaming frenzy in the arena. He is a patient man in combat, often letting the others go first before he devastates them.
Relationships: ((If you want to start off with friends or rivals you can. Otherwise this can be filled out as we go along.)) Backstory: ((So what has your character done? How did they arrive at this wretched cave where our Dungeon Keeper is now located?)) Other:
Armor Made from the hide of a Steel dragon parading around as a priestess to Athena, she was fought and slain on her monthly hunt while she was fat and full of a heard of sheep they had left for her as an ambush. When crafted into armor, he had the choice to make the leather immune to acid or protect the wearer from poison, he took the poison protection. In truth it protects him as a full suit of armor as strong as chainmail but glamored to be debatable levels of leather and hide piecemeal to suit his ego.
Rings Two small but simple rings in his line of work, A dwarven ring warded to protect the wearer from evil is actually a good choice when traveling with evil. The other is as powerful as a ring of invisibility, but far better for him as rather than make him vanish, it makes eight more of him appear.
Morningstar An lesser weapon best put to use when three feet of steel isn't recommended. He really hopes to replace it with a mace of disruption soon enough.
Shield There are times when running around half naked with a greatsword isn't the best plans. When he has to play the defensive position, he uses a heavy shield with a depiction of Gaia upon it as she is of the earth as is hades.
Throwing Axe When he needs to reach out and touch someone. He is also known to take a moment for himself to relax with all manner of pungent herb or alchemical paste into the bowl on the back.
His gift from beyond. Once, when he was a much younger lad, he traveled as a squire under a paladin of Hercules and her elderly wizard friend into the keep of a vile necromancer. Unfortunately there is a big difference between necromancer and a newly formed litch! Thinking quickly, the paladin took her bag of holding and threw it over them both to pop it away into a pocket realm for just a few seconds as the squire smashed the Phylactery on the work table. The litch turned to dust within the bag and the paladin sacrificed herself for the greater good. Octavius had an idea. He had the wizard use his magic to transmute the holy cold-iron plate-mail of the paladin to the litch dust and he had a greatsword forged from the coldiron dust.
This weapon is a Bane of the undead both solid and ghostly. Its supernaturally keen edge can store the simplest of enchantments within its Damascus folds for release at his will. Why would a worshiper of the god of death have such enmity to the undead? To KEEP them in Tartarus where they belong!
Recently, he came upon a Devil who had a gift for Octavius. It seems the litch he had defeated so long ago had tried to use the phylactery as a bypass from the devils due. If the litch had succeeded it would have been most embarrassing and bad for business. So out of gratitude he offered the man one gift on credit, not the usual freebie sort of thing but the 'finders fee' of a wayward soul.
Thinking about it, he could easily wish to be the most or the best or the richest... but he had seen how that can bite you in the ass with previous people so he chose to keep it smaller, something he could live without; an extra enchantment on his blade. The two bickered back and forth on the who or what to be done but Octavius was rather stringent on not asking for too much, lest he rely on it too far.
In the end he got an idea from an assassin he used to know and had a small ruby inset into the pommel of his sword. This ruby would trap the soul of every victim of his sword for later that he could bring back to the devil for more credit. So far, Octavius cant find a problem with the deal and that bothers him.
Oh, and as far as the hammer goes - after this encounter Lasrach can find/build such an artifice, but for this fight let's stay with the equipment already chosen.
Hmmm even if the armor is ruined in combat, Larach can start to examine the alumail to divine its secrets and upgrade his hammer.
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