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Karag climbs up out of the gigantic pit he has dug and hands the shovel back to the child.

"DONT FALL IN."

((Ready to go))

"I say we get closer. If we ambush one of his patrols maybe we can draw out a portion of his forces, make them fight on our terms."

((Also ready))

Ctisek takes the shovel, doing his best to bury his siblings.

"I wish you luck," he says, as you depart.

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Hours later, you come across a crowd of people in a clearing. Many tieflings form a very large circle around something up ahead, though you cannot tell what. There's quite a bit of cheering and yelling, and sounds of blades meeting one another.

((You can roll perception here.

I make a lot of use of perception, don't I?))

((7 woo! There's always passive perception if don't want rolls all the time.))

((3 + 3 = 6 joses crust))

((I thought passive perception's just for if something's trying to run up on you?))

You don't see what the commotion's about from this distance, but you notice a good number of the crowd is wearing white leopard pelts around their waists and carrying spears. Marko, points beyond the circle, just barely noticing beasts watching from hills up above.

((8+3=11)

((15 + 2 = 17 , had a quick look at the PHB about passive perception pg 176))

Bizarre sees through the commotion to tell what's going on: They're gathered to watch a duel. Two tall, sinewy tieflings stand five feet apart, each with a longsword pointed at one another. Apparently the fights have just started.

Beyond that, him and Joey both notice that the events, as well as the party, are being watched. Snow leopards mark the horizon.

((I like that, but I wanna eventually get you guys to the point where you roll stuff like Perception to see if you notice anything or History to see if you recognize a location, event, or sigil, or Nature to see if you know this animal on your own. Don't be afraid to take a little initiative, guys, he said, trying-not-to-sound-sarcastically!))

Bizarre jokingly chuckles "Joey look at all that food out there, it's just waiting to be eaten!" He then says in a more serious tone "No, but really what should we do now? It seems as if they already know we're here...what should be our next move?" ((Can we tell how far away they are from us? like a general feet distance))

((I'd say they're about 30, 35 feet away.))

((Is there any cover of a sort near where we are stopped currently?))

Aeden brightens considerably at the sight.

"Well look at that boys, a chance to thin the heard, snow leopards and all. Do you think we should make a right show of wiping out the leopard skinned bastards, or should we introduce ourselves and have a duel or two? I do love a good duel."

Joey looks toward the Leopards and begins foaming at the mouth. "Leopard style."

"Maybe we joining in duel and become Leopard Men too, yes?" Marko says giving obvious winks to everyone.

"That is a risky plan. I cannot imagine all of their initiation procedures involved such pleasant affairs as duels. I will not kill an innocent to keep my cover."

TheWiznard wrote:((Is there any cover of a sort near where we are stopped currently?))

((Human cover))

"KARAG WILL" he says as he stomps towards the circle.

As Karag steps into the circle, he's immediately stopped by three men in white leopard coats. "You are big mans indeed," one says, laughing. "You here to join tournament?"

"HERE TO WIN."

Bizarre takes out his bagpipes before warming up with a long drone. Slowly he fades into a more harmonious tune. ((song // casting bardic inspiration on Karag,info here))

Karag is inspired to plug his ears at the sound of this obnoxious wailing.

"You will need sword, big mans," the soldier says, pointing at the duelists as one goes for a fancy-looking flourish and gets knocked to the ground for his trouble. "We do not use hammer in Father's personal guard."

"Ha, big guy not even need sword to win! Giving sword only makes unfair fight!" Marko shouts from atop his horse.

Karag smiles devilishly.

"IS TRUE."

He turns to Marko and offers his hammer to him.

"HOLD FOR ME."

Marko grabs the ridiculously large improvised weapons and immediately falls off the horse into the dirt. "Big weapon for big guy, yes?" He struggles out the the dirt and holds the weapon like one would hold a wheelbarrow. "Win big, big guy!"

Karag scoops a fistful of snow up and rubs himself down with it while watching the two tiny competitors finish their tiny fight for tiny people.

((status: happening))

The fight is intense, with both competitors swinging their blades at lightning-quick speeds. Edge meets edge in a whirl of steel, with both duelists giving it their all. Eventually, one gains the upper hand, grabbing his sword with both hands and swinging the pommel at his opponent's leg. The loser's knee bends inward with a sickening sound as he falls to the ground, defenseless, and the crowd cheers.

The victor, a tall, strapping tiefling with a scar running from his chin up to his left cheekbone, poses for the crowd, laughing. "Who can stand against me?"

Karag steps forward to stand toe-to-toe with the tiefling. He says nothing, snorting a loud cloud of steam into the frosty air.

((I am skilled in Intimidation but my Cha sucks at -1. Rolling it results in a...

12-1 = 11. Yeah nah. Worth a shot though.))

The tiefling smiles. "What creature is this? Is this an orc, from the stories?"

Karag speaks in an unusually reserved tone

"Aramankathi not in any storybooks for mainlanders. When The Bowbreaker arrives on your shores, nobody left to tell the story."

"No stories of you? That is okay. When Zivko Orlov rains iron down upon you, he will leave you alive to tell of his deeds. Draw, 'Bowbreaker.'"

((Initiative))

Karag shakes for a moment, then roars. The melted snow on his body turns to vapor as he charges towards the tiefling.

((Initiative 12+2=14))

((Roll(1d20)+0:
5,+0
Total:5))

The cocky warrior's posture slackens, as he doesn't quite seem to think you're as bad as your talk would imply. This leaves him open.

Karag surges forward, howling mad as he attempts to lay his massive hands on the tiefling warrior.

((using bonus action to rage, then attempting a grapple
rage gives me advantage on the strength (athletics) attack action
rolled like shit though, a 1 and a 3. Goddamn
He's staring down a 9 on his athletics or acrobatic check))

((Lucky you, he got an 8.))

Karag wraps a giant fist around Zivko's scrawny neck. ((that's all I got for this turn))

Zivko grunts as he's lifted off of his feet by the giant, slashing wildly with his sword.

((Roll(1d20)+3:
18,+3
Total:21))

((Roll(1d8)+1:
5,+1
Total:6))

Karag's rage makes him near oblivious to the pain as the sword cuts across his chest (resistance to slashing, half damage for -3HP). He raises the tiefling up with one arm and throws him to the ground with a vicious chokeslam.

((same check as before. My Athletics with advantage vs. his choice of Athletics or Acrobatics
I rolled a 2 and a 16. He needs to beat a 22 or be knocked prone.))

((Roll(1d20)+1:
16,+1
Total:17))

Karag smashes the smaller man into the dirt and holds him there. ((No damage, but he's now prone and grappled.))

Zivko grunts and squirms to no avail.

((Roll(1d20)+1:
8,+1
Total:9))

((athletics still with advantage
4 and 14, for a 20

He's not going anywhere))

Karag cocks back a massive fist and begins pounding it into the helpless tiefling's face

((attack with advantage
two 6's, only 12 to hit))

Zivko's head slams into the snow with a thump as several blows rock his face. He tries again to free himself.

((Roll(1d20)+1:
11,+1
Total:12))

((against
13 and 17, for 23. ur fooked m8)

Karag shifts slightly to keep the squirming man under him as he continues driving his fist into the poor man's skull.

((6 and 11, for 17))

Karag drops a massive fist into Zivko's head once more, and the tiefling goes limp, his face a ruined mess. His sword drops to the ground, a nice, shiny blade.

"WE HAVE WINNER," one of the people watching the fights from the crowd says, edging cautiously towards Karag. "What is name? You have earn special privilege!"

Karag ignores the announcer. He barely seems to notice the tiefling going limp.

He raises both fists over his head and brings them down as hard as he can into the tiefling's ruined face.

((1 and 16, for 22))

You hear a noise that makes your stomach turn over on itself as Zivko's duelling career is cut tragically short. The crowd gasps, and the announcer even takes a step back out of surprise... At least, until the entire crowd starts cheering, throwing ribbons into the air and whooping at the giant's brutal finisher.

"WE HAVE HERE NEW HONOR GUARD FOR LEOPARD KING," the announcer yells, smiling a big, crooked grin.

Karag finally rises, wiping his bloodied hands on his pants.

"I AM KARAG" he says, turning his hands over in front of himself. He plucks a tooth that has become embedded in the base of his palm out, and flicks it absentmindedly into the snow.

"Maybe call me "Ironbreaker" now." he muses to himself.

"Excusing me..." Marko struggles to the announcer with the repurposed anchor in tow,leaving a trail of torn apart earth behind himself. "But if wishing to put ironbreaker in guard of Royals, you need be adding support crew too!"

He gestures toward the group beginning with Joey. "Fat man over there is chef,only he know how make food for giant man." He then points to Bizarre, "Man with piping bag is entertaining for big man, only thing that make him smile." He moves on to Aeden, "He training man for big man, help train others too if want,yes?" Then he gives a small bow,"I manage man and best friend, big man not letting anyone just touch weapon. If I not here, may have more flat heads,yes?"

Aeden watched the fight with amazement as Karag broke the tiefling with almost no effort.

"You know when I said killing innocents I meant children with burlap sacks over their heads. That was magnificent! "