A night on the Iron Kelpie

Dusk is slowly drawing upon the ship, sailors of all shapes and sizes are winding down for the night, pulling the sails down and finishing up their dinners. Upon the deck stands Rhialla, dressed in flowing silk garments adorned with gold lace, with three three individuals standing by her side. She seems to have commandeered a couple of boxes to stand on, rising up to look over as her rich voice picks up in volume, her halo glowing lightly above her head. " Ladies and Gentlemen, sailors all of the Iron Kelpie. Tonight, we have something special to entertain one and all, and to work out the stress from the ship. I've seen strong arms, sell-swords, and magicians of all callings and creeds. Tonight, we are going to see who will claim the title of Champion of the Iron Kelpie! Who will claim the honor? Who will claim the glory! Two silvers a piece for entry into this marvelous tourney of challengers, who will step up first?! " (OOC: Current Winners Purse: 5 Sp) OOC: Current Contestants: &nbsp;(Spots will be open until 12/27/2015 at GMT-5 ) Master Gunner "Guns" Thorm Azariah "That Damn" Tiefling Zordlon "The skinny" Lyon "Woody" Foreoak Ren "The Purseless"&nbsp; (OOC: This will be a Performance Combat to knockout! &nbsp; <a href="http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/ultimateCombat/" rel="nofollow">http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/ultimateCombat/</a>... 1:)Each fight will have one round before to attempt to sway the crowds reaction before actual combat begins. 2:) Combat will be done with Wasters (Practice weapons without penalty) for Nonlethal damage. 3:) This is a martial competition: Using magic of any sort falls under the rules for cheating in Performance Combat. 4) Small Crowd: Small Battle, crowd begins indifferent to each combatant.

Rusty heads below for a quiet place, and wondered....2 silver for what? Seems like a scam. We will prove our self in surviving and conquering the sea and island, not by fighting each other.... Maybe I am assuming the contest will involve violence....I should check back here and find out, at least to know who's strongest or overconfident. There could be a good story here.

Slapping his coins down onto a table. &nbsp; 2 silver is a steal to get to see me in action. &nbsp;I think yer really coming in low on the level of entertainment I'm going to provide. &nbsp;Master Gunner Thorm followed up his display by finishing off his pint and leaving the foam he growled into the crowd. &nbsp;He stood up and waved his arms in the air as if he had already won some great victory. &nbsp;Thorm removed his tunic to reveal a bulging muscular frame. &nbsp;His back and arms and chest were covered in tattoos whose dark ink shimmered in the light of the room. &nbsp;His bearded face revealed a smile as he accepted the bold challenge to gain his place as Champion.

Rhialla pointed towards the coins, the young woman by her side moving to fetch them. She returns, placing one of them in a hat, the other in an empty coinpurse. "And here we go, the first contender is up! He's a big man on the ship, the one and only Master Gunner Thoooorm! Who will challenge this mighty contender?! Pick your fight ladies and gentlemen, wasters will be provided to ensure we don't lose any of our number! Master Gunner Thorm, ladies and gentlemen lets get a round of applause and drinks for him!" She chuckles richly, spreading her arms out wide as the halo above her head flares into daylight, illuminating the fighting area. "Two silver to enter, and taking bets! Do you have what it takes to take down Master Guns and win some coin in the process? Maybe the skinny elf will wiggle his way in and take him on, will it be the mighty Tiefling, or will it be another mighty fighter? Perhaps a bout between the clerics on board to show whos God favors this expedition the most?!"&nbsp;

Zordlon wonders why he's been pegged one of the ones who'll be fighting. i mean he plans to but still......

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ren was on deck chatting with one of the new faces he'd met since getting on the Iron Kelpie (OOC: Anyone).&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Suddenly, across the deck he heard something interesting.&nbsp; " Ladies and Gentlemen .... who will step up first?! " Hmm, someone wants to host a fighting event. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Ren had seen Azairah and Lyon wrestle and he had seen a few more fight when fighting the Rat's and Grindylow, but those were hardly enough to show the extent of everyone's strength. Ren did not think of fighting or show of powers as the end all be all, just a tool. And right now, he wanted to know how strong those around him were. &nbsp; &nbsp; Starting to walk over, he decided that he would see who joined.&nbsp;

Seemingly simply appearing, Ren found Azariah walking up from behind him, having emerged from below deck. What a shocker, the tiefling heard contest and came running. Anything to grow stronger. He approached the woman running this competiion not long after he had been mentioned. He handed her two silver immediately, before calmly asking. "Can I bet and be a contender?" In his deep, gravelly voice. A confident smirk spread across the giant of a tieflings face, tail lashing side to side. His eyes focused almost entirely on "Master Guns", he called, taunting to the other combatant. "I hope for a good bout, Master Guns, but then I often do, and I'm often disappointed."

Finished with her work mending the crew's clothing for the day, Zuryana left her corner in the cargo hold in search of some fresh air. She found instead crew and passengers alike gathered around what appeared to be a contest of some kind. Never having seen one of those before, she claimed a seat in a barrel near the one armed swordman, watching the proceedings with interest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our first two contenders! Master guns and... Hey, what's your name?" " Azariah! Who else will test their mettle and metal against these fine combatants?" The girl standing beside her took the coins from Azariah, Rhialla shaking her head slightly in response to his question. "You may not bet while you're still a combatant, should you get eliminated and there are further bouts, then you may store a bet with my girl here, or either of these men." She gestured to the three standing near her. &nbsp;She looked to out to Rusty as he started to head down, "You there! Not running away from the matches are we? Come and join! The prestige of Champion may be yours yet...As well as a winners purse!" She looked down to Ren as well, the near six foot tall womans height enhanced by the boxes, the glowing halo making her a beacon aboard the ship. She squats down slightly as he approaches, leaning forward as she lowers her voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, to enhance your viewing pleasure tonight, Titus will be serving pints of our locally brewed Last Retreat Blonde Lager for two silvers a pint folks! Come and enjoy a bit of the good stuff while watching them get it on!" "Would you like to place a bet or join a bout?" She up nodded slightly towards his missing arm, smiling. "If needed, I may be able to find you suitable employment once we make landfall. Talk to me about it later."

Pezzack pushed up the brim of his hat as he poked his nose inside the room being used for the bouts. "Hmm, some people just can't get enough fighting for their own good," he muttered, before raising his voice to say, "There's a non-denominational chapel set up in the hold, send down any survivors for healing, and non-survivors for last rights." With that, he stepped back and went on with his business; he had no interest in watching blood get spilled for something as needless as sport.

He made his way down to the arena, flexing his arms, causing them to seemingly, well... Grow. The whole tiefling really seemed to grow a few inches in both muscle mass and height, as his tattoos glowed and moved around his form. His tail grew in length noticeably, and it's tip hardened into chitin. The tiefling gave his opponent a grin and asked the woman in charge "what are the rules?"

It came to no surprise for Ren when Azariah walked up from behind him. Word of this contest spread fast, or maybe this guy is just able to smell violence. The tiefling immediately entered, confident in himself. As Ren looked around it seemed that Master Gunner Thorm had also decided to join.&nbsp; Ren found a barrel, very close to sit on. To his surprise the lady running the event steps towards him. She tower's above him, at 6'. In a more quite voice she says, "Would you like to place a bet or join the bout?" Ren did not expect this, most people saw a cripple man who carried a toy sword around when they looked at Ren but she didn't. The tiefling smelled blood on him, but what did this women see?&nbsp; She continued. "If needed, I may be able to find you suitable employment once we make landfall. Talk to me later." Ren imagined that just like others he had met while traveling, she was going to offer him some shady garbage job no one wanted. People tended to assume he was looking for ANY job since he was traveling and was missing an arm. However this women had piqued his interest.&nbsp; "I had no interest in competing as I got here, I distain fighting for the amuzment of others. However, that may change as the night goes on, afterall I wish to see the skills of those here myself. As for the job, if this is an underhanded offer don't waste either of our time. Otherwise, I'll stick around afterwards." The women walked away. Interesting.&nbsp; Not a moment later a young women jumped on to the barrel next to him, someone that Ren did not recognize. She was short, around 5' and she looked just as light. "Well hello there, you here to watch this undertaking as well." A rhetorical question. "I haven't seen you around yet."&nbsp;

Zuryana turned to Ren with her best winning smile: " Hello there, Mr. Ren. Pleased to meet you, my name is Zuryana. Zury for my friends ." She tucks a crimson lock behind her ear, and elaborates while her gaze returns to the incoming fight. " I've been quite busy below decks, in my corner of the cargo hold mending away, that's why I haven't been around much. I heard your name from the crew. They said you're quite the swordman "

Rhialla snaps her fingers and points towards the Tiefling. "The rules are simple and straightforward. If you would like to use a weapon, you use one of the wasters. Fights will be decided by knockout, surrender, or a blade strike to the head." &nbsp;(OOC: Reduced to 0, critical hit)&nbsp;

"So i either fight with one of those things, or just my own body huh...?" he grinned, now stinger tipped tail lashing against the ground. "I'm not one for a weapon. Far too violent for my tastes. Someone could get hurt." he laughed darkly to himself, and turned to his opponent, declaring to him, and everyone rlse "I'm ready when you are."

(init 8)

Zordlon gives the noble 2 silver while everyone watchs azariah show off

Lyon after hearing the ruckus headed towards the noice. It seemes like theres fights set up with bets and such with Azariah allready getting ready for a fight. "I am not much for betting and such, but i would very much like to out a friendly fight like this. Many know that an easy way to get to know each other is through shared pain and strungle in battle" Says Lyon while placing the 2 silver to enter the fight. (OOC; Are we allowed to use class abilities?)

"Ladies and gentlemen, two more warriors to show their mettle! We have the skinny elf, and this strapping man here! Zordlon and Lyon, ladies and gentlemen. &nbsp;Will we see any more mighty individuals step forward? Glory and silver away the winner!" She brought her arms out in a flourish at the words, that smile growing upon her face as her assistant gathered up the coins, spreading them evenly as before.&nbsp;

While the noble went on with her extravagent display Zordlon made his way to the back of the crowd again

Ren took a sip from his beer. It probably wasn't a good idea since Ren didn't hold his alcohol well... But just a sip wouldn't make him drunk. As he sat there the women standing on the box continued to advertise and stir up the crowd. In front was the gunner (who seemed ready) and Azariah, who looked ready to fight. He seemed to also be looking around for more fighters, just in case the one across from him was too easily beaten.&nbsp; Not it too long later, Lyon and zordlon both joined. Though Ren had expected Lyon to join the fact that Zordlon was there interested him. Ren did not know much about zordlon, but given how he was acting he seemed to be a rogue or ranger. Lyon on the other hand was clad in armor, with his falcon at side, a fighter and warrior.&nbsp; "Hmm, I take that back, I'm much more interested now." Ren muttered to himself. Without taking anymore if the beer, Ren stood up and approached the women running this slugfest. Ren tosses her two silver before speaking, "I'm interested only in the skills of the participants, I have no want to take the winner's purse." Ren had already seen Azariah's fighting style and power close up, and had less interest in the gunner since he would not he a companion in exploring the island.&nbsp; "My I be so selfish as to request I fight the swordsmen?" Ren motions to the Lyon and Zordlon.&nbsp;"And besides, I have no intention of fighting an unarmed opponent..." In reality, Ren had faith that Azariah was a strong opponent even with his bare hands, but had no interest in fighting him, tonight.

"And here we have our fifth challenger ladies and gentlemen! Now everyone, stand back, clear the space for the combatants. Who will emerge victorious from the bout and be named Champion of the Iron Kelipe?! Titus, bring the wasters up for them." Her muscle-bound companion scooted off below decks for a couple of minutes as the strong willed stepped forward to claim the first bit of fame amongst the settlers. The near six foot tall, angelic woman hopped down off of the box, landing solidly as she went to each individual in turn. "Ladies and gentlemen, lets hear it for Master Guns!" "Azariah!" Zordlon!" "Lyon!" "Last but not least, Reeeen!" She waited nearly ten seconds after announcing each individual, her regal garments waving slightly in the light wind that swept over the ship. Her halo burst into light once more as the training weapons were handed out to those that would take them. "Now, show us all your strength of arm! " (This marks the first round: Everyone position your characters on the deck of the Iron Kelpie, then during this Pre-fight, you may attempt to sway the crowd, make intimidate checks, ect with your one round in the spotlight. Once completed, everyone rolls inits and the combat begins!)

Azariah felt no great need to swell the crowd, nor intimidate his opponents. he was not here to impress the crowd after all, even if he did enjoy the cheers and baying of the crowd when they saw him at his best. No, he simply stood with the rest of the warriors, waiting for the fun to commence. The tieflings only showing for the crowd was a wide grin he sent their way, tail as long as he was tall swaying side to side, ready for the battle to begin, but with the others vying for their attention, it was unlikely any would really even notice that damn tiefling. Then he spotted the halo. And amongst the warriors, all would hear a sudden bark of laughter from Azariah. "A half-angel running a tournament for a half-devil, this ship is certainly entertaining..." He murmured to himself (Performance Check: 9 Init 3)

There was quite a stir on the deck of the ship. After coming up, she approached the circle that had formed, and saw five familiar faces: Azariah, Zordlon, Lyon and Ren, alongside with one of the sailors, all feeling the weight of their weapons.&nbsp;Prytania sneaked into the first rows and managed to get a really nice beer from the sponsor, a woman that was attracting all the attention of the top deck. (" That way of manipulating the words, it's surprising that she only managed to gather five combatants... ") Oh well,&nbsp;she thought as she sipped her beer. If she had to bet for someone, well, Azariah is Azariah, but they may just try to rush him and overpower his might. Lyon seemed like a really competent fighter, and Ren is not that big, but his moves seem to be very calculated. Zordlon on the other hand... To be honest, Prytania thought Zordlon would need a small help, so she tried to give him a little push: " Zordlon! You better win this, if you get unconscious you won't be able to run away from your baptism! " -She screamed while laughing, wooing, and dropping some beer while leaning forwards.

Lyon grabs one of the wasters, tryies swinging it around to check its balance and power. [Performance 21 and Init 7)

Rusty noticed the lady had taken half the prize money! Did she think the contestants couldn't count? Maybe I should have done something...

Thorm flexed his muscles for the crowd. &nbsp;His gruff demeanor made for a lack of performance ability but he tried his best .. He did better to intimidate the lot with his rather loud cheering. [Perform 7 + bab = 8, Initiative = 27, Perception = 14, Intimidate = 20]

Zordlon glares. as usual. (got a 17 intimidate so yeah. intidimating elf.

Ren walked up to the back deck, Lyon and Zordlon were in the center wereas Azariah and the gunner were on the other side of the boat. It seemed that this was going to be a all out brawl. Ren highly disliked these sorts of fights however, he had signed up for it, so he was going to enter, at least till he had fought those he had come to fight.&nbsp; Ren had no read interest in pleasing the crowd. He unsheathed his sword, in the same motion did a small cut, before bringing the sword down into resting position. Ren had to admit he was looking foreword to this. Dammit stop, you are just here to see how good these other people are...&nbsp; Suddenly Ren heard Azariah exclaim at the other end of the ship "A half-Angel..." Ren thought to himself, A half angel huh, never met one. This is certainly not how I imagined them, but I guess &nbsp;shouldn't be&nbsp;surprised. Well the fight is going to start soon, I should really plan out my actions... &nbsp; [Perform - 10 (8+2), Initiative - 22, Intimidate - 7]

Zuryana looks around with wide eyes; soon enough she gets swept into the crowd excitement, and begins to cheer along the sailors with her characteristic smile wide as ever, even when she has not had a single drop of alcohol. It is obvious that she's never been to this kind of event, or among a crowd this rowdy and excited, but she definitely doesn't lack for enthusiasm, cheering to all the contestants in turn from atop her barrel.

A soft wave of cheers comes out for Azariah, though the sound drowned out by the intimidation factor of the Master Gunner.. &nbsp;Lyons actions however, draw the largest round of applause from the people, seemingly the crowd favorite for the time being. There was some polite clapping for the skinny elf that made no show of it all. Ren drew a wave of applause and cheers as well! (Clemcon: Designate the target of your intimidate: That score will intimidate someone for two rounds (-2's to everything) (Those with the crowd favored bonus +1: Lyons, Ren.) (Inits: Thorm, Ren, Tord, Azariah. Zordlon is caught in at the bottom of the surprise round with no ititiative rolled.)

Knowing that if he can intimidate the tiefling, the others would be soon to follow, Thorm directs his glare in Azariah's direction. &nbsp;Then ignoring the tiefling altogether and intentionally turning his back to him, he leaps across to the center of the boat, challenging Lyon with an extended arm, hand palm up, slightly gesturing with his fingers bent quickly and ever so slightly. &nbsp;He stands ready to grapple the first challenger to step within 5 feet of him. readied grapple CMB 17 (Demoralize =&nbsp;10 + the target's Hit Dice + the target's Wisdom modifier is sure to be met with a 20)

My Post. I'm making it right now As then gunner jumps down and taunts everyone Ren decides to make the first move. "Hey Zordlon, prepare yourself, I won't go easy on you!" Ren ready's his blade while also holding on to a silver coin. Zordlon seems to notice Ren. Ren was surprised that Zordlon was participating, he had thought that Zordlon was a man of shadow's. People like that were strongest when unseen, but in this kind of event that was not possible. Well, he's courageous. And that's a good quality.&nbsp; Ren readies his sword behind him and quickly dashes toward the elf, covering the 20 feet in no time. A secound later he swing's aiming for the temple. It lands. Zordlon brought his own sword up to block but a moment too late as the wooden katana made contact. A large thump was heard and Zordlon was on the ground.&nbsp; The crowd was probably cheering or something, but Ren wasn't interested. Ren brought out a silver coin and tossed it at Zordlon's body. This wasn't your preferred&nbsp;battlefield, yet you still entered. I do not know if you are foolish, brave or had other reasons, but you earned it.&nbsp; Ren turned towards the middle of the arena where the gunner had jumped down. For some reason the gunner who had jumped down gave off a strong aura. Looking around he made eye contact with Azariah, it seemed that he had reached the same conclusion. Azariah nodded. Ren raised his sword.&nbsp; (OOC: That is Name's silver coin, no one else take it.) NOTE: Gunner is level 4, that is what Ren is sensing.&nbsp; Charging at and Attacking Zordlon: Charge Attack: 23 Damage: 10 Zordlon unconscious, perform checks for first blood, Knockout and Hitting with charge.&nbsp; 20, 18, 18 Crowd is now helpful

Daleira stands near the back of the ship watching the action unfold. The antics of the participants seem to annoy her more than anything. These kinds of contests often end badly, I doubt this is a great way to begin our journey. I sure hope this doesn't lead to hurt feelings or worse. We have to rely on each other if we're going to survive. She thinks to herself.&nbsp; Then mumbling softly, " seems like a good way to get injured, or make an enemy " she rolls her eyes and turns toward the steps and quietly makes her way below decks.

Rhialla stood above, watching the combat take place with a smile on her face. Ahh, such things were great for morale, see how the tired crew celebrates and cheers! She danced her fingers over the railing, eyes turning from the contest to the crew, watching their reactions. Her eyes focused on Daleira, then on Rusty. She watched them for several moments, then turned her head, whispering instruction to the girl at her side. The girl dipped her head with a slight curtsy, then moved off to Rusty first, then to Daleira. "My lady Torgaddon would like to speak with you." She spoke to each of them in turn, gesturing up towards the half-angel with the quite bright glowing halo above her head. The girl then turned, making her way to help herself to one of the pitchers of ale.&nbsp; Rhialla took in a breath, "Ooh, a blow well struck by Ren! Putting the elf down in a single blow! Lets hear it for him! Four remain after the opening shot, who will fall next in this contest of Champions?!"

Lyon has always had some pride when it comes to taking down those whom taunt him, so it was an easy decision to go for the Gunner first and see what he could manage. Lyon takes a quick step towards the Gunner whom suddenly sprung out with his hands which Lyon narrowly misses, but the sudden grab from the gunner made Lyon miss-step and his own attack swinged wide past gunner. (His grapple was 17 against my 18, and i rolled a 11 to attack)

Azariah runs to join the battle against the clearly more experienced grappler, taking the time to run the long way around the banister, so that he could flank his opponent with Tord on the opposite side. He was all but ready to strike, when he... Tripped on his own tail. With it as long as he was tall, the tiefling very nearly fell flat on his own face on his approach, and any real showing of an attack was lost as he recovered his balance. Any who looked, would find his cheeks turning a light shade of lavender at the display of clumsiness (Atk Roll nat 1)

Just before Daleira reached the first stair, the young girl she saw at the side of Rhialla spoke to her. Turning quickly Daleira quickly changed the look of annoyance on her face thinking ' control yourself, you have to live with these people in the future. ' She quickly looks from the girl to Rhialla before speaking softly " It appears your lady is busy at the moment. When she is done refereeing her little tournament there I'll seek her out. Then we will speak. Please tell her that for me. Thank you miss. "&nbsp; Daleira dips her head to the girl, then turns and continues her way into the hold below.

Zuryana winced in sympathy when Ren charged and knocked out the elf contestant by bashing him in the head with the practice sword. "Well, I guess he IS quite the swordman" &nbsp;she mumbled to herself, watching as the one armed man stepped away from his fallen opponent, then&nbsp;cheered along the crew when the Master Gunner tussled with another of the contestants, the tall man in armor. She did abstain, however, from jeering, like a few sailors did, at the dark skinned man that tripped on his own tail when trying to outflank the Gunner. She'd had one too many embarrasing moments herself to make fun of someone else's, thank you very much.

Thorm takes the opportunity as Lyon passes by to study him and knowing that armor must be heavy he moves into a stance to trip him, swinging a leg out in a sweep he smiles as the armored warrior hits the ground. &nbsp; Thorm uses martial flexibility to gain the ability to use Improved Trip for 1 Minute (move) Roll 25 vs. CMD of Lyon to trip him (standard)

Lyon and Azariah both dash at the sailor. Master gunner Thorm immediately reaches forward trying to grab at Lyon however Lyon is able to narrowly avoid his arm. Both attackers attempts their own attacks. However the Gunner seems to block both attacks with ease. Azariah looked pissed, or maybe it was excitement? At this point Ren didn't really care.&nbsp; After blocking Thorm takes the small opportunity to trip the paladin. The armored warrior falls to the ground. While fighting off both attackers Thorm had probably noticed Ren was he started turning, however by the time his head turned Ren was already dashing towards him. This man is strong, no reason for me to hold back.&nbsp; Ren performs a strong sideways slash, similair to the attack he executed on Zordlon, however instead of aiming for the temple he aimed for a hit right above the the shoulders. It connects directly with Gunner Thorms neck. Thorm stagger's back. Ren was not able to put his full strength because of the angle of the strike, however a clean hit to the neck would have most people on the groud in pain. However, Thorm reopened his eyes, this time he wasn't happy. Ren was shocked that the man was able to recover that fast from his strike.&nbsp; Rolls: Attack - 20 Damage - 16 Max (+1 from blade of mercy)

Lyon falls to the ground hard. He has trained combat training for many years but he still did not see that quick swipe comming for his legs. Lyon quickly gets up again but notices that there seems to be two others that seemed to have joined them in their fight here. Lyon prepears a defence while he re evaluate how to continue this fight. (AOO to Thorm for standing up, and taking a total defence)

Thorm attempts to trip Lyon once more as he tries to stand but fails to sweep the leg this time. &nbsp;His wound from Ren had cut him deep. &nbsp; This is my AOO posting but i also made the performance check I forgot when i tripped him the first time. Perform 12 Failed CMB trip attempt

Azariah takes his opportunity, seeing that the warrior is focused on tripping the paladin. He lashes out from behind. A swift roundhouse kick, followed by a lashing blow from his tail, and finally a sting forwards at the man's back as if he were a scorpion. The chitin tip of his tail lashing forwards from over his shoulder. However, Azariah had no true experience with fighting with his tail as of yet, and he let out a soft growl as it bounced off the mans shoulder with no real force behind it. (Attk rolls 20, 13, 14 DMG: 4+2+4 = 10)

Thorm, seeing that he was getting ganged up on, tried to take one out of the fight. &nbsp;He chose to try and knock Ren out with a devestating blow but the tiefling on his back provided quite the distraction. &nbsp;He faltered and was unable to find a connection with his fist. &nbsp;He spun around a few times trying to throw the tiefling off his back. &nbsp;He took a small step backwards to find a better position. Missed with knockout punch 5 ft adjustment

Azariah threw a powerful roundhouse kick, hitting Thorm. Ren prepared to strike when Thorm threw a knockout punch at Ren, which he dodged by which suddenly crouching down. I wonder what would have happened if that connected... Ren swung but from his position it was going to be hard to hit. Deciding to try anyway Ren swung his wooden sword in a sideways arc trying to get the sailor in the side, however the position was difficult and the attack narrowly missed as the sailor took a step back.&nbsp; Rolls:&nbsp; Attack: 14

Lyon not liking the idea of three against one decides to step up to Ren and try is luck there. But it seems like while he was deep in his thougths of battle he totaly forgot there was a mast positiond on their side and his blade swung right into it. (Missed the attack)

Azariah was frankly shocked, seeing Lyon suddenly turn and attack the man who had been working as an ally alongside him against the superior foe. He had thought Paladins had more honor than to take a surprise attack against someone protecting them... Though he could see the perspective, defending one man against many. It made sense, but it left a bad taste in his mouth. Either way, he had to end this battle with Thorm quickly, if he let it go on much longer, Thorm would be able to focus his attentions purely on the tiefling. He sidled back, putting himself behind the master gunner, releasing a quick pair of spinning kicks using the momentum, thorm took the first to the back of the head, but it allowed him to duck the second without thinking (Atk rolls 23, 9, DMG: 8, 5ft step. Frenzy Strike Used.)

Thorm tries once again to trip an opponent, turning to Ren to send him to the ground, hoping to provoke a response from the crowd. &nbsp;Unfortunately, he has been beaten down and his attempt fails. &nbsp;He moves beside the paladin to hopefully gain his breath before returning to the fight once more Missed Trip attempt, 5 foot adjustment.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ren did not expect Lyon to attack him, although he couldn't say he didn't understand why. 3 on 1 wasn't really the most honorable thing. Azariah once again landed another blow on the Sailor. In response the Thorm had tried to grab Ren but had failed. Thorm seemed to sense an ally in Lyon and stepped behind him to take a breather.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Ren was unsure of the situation, especially since the gunner had taken quite a beating. Ren took a step back, with sword hilt raised towards his face while the blade face downward. Ready to strike anyone who came too close.&nbsp; Actions:&nbsp; Moved 5ft Readied an Attack (I'll edit this and roll it should anyone approach.)&nbsp;