[Game Thread] Yogge Mothi vs. Lucan Kikosi

[Yogge Mothi]

AoO: 37; 35 damage

Yogge laughs maniacally as Lucan disappears, "All that big talk, and then you run." Yogge glances around, but realizes Lucan is no longer nearby. "Fine! Run, little mouse. You only delay the inevitable." Yogge begins focusing negative energy into himself once again. "My power knows no bounds and I only become more powerful as time passes."

The eight drow women in the crowd begin howling with discontent. "Call the match!" they scream, "The prey has fled!"

[Inem]

"Your fangirls seem to have little confidence in you, if they are begging for the match to be called. They must doubt you can win on your own." Lucan says, suddenly reappearing in front of Yogge, and swiping two claws at him and bighting down with his tusks.

 

Attack 1: Hits AC 26 (21 damage)
Attack 2: Hits AC 33 (24 damage)
Attack 3: Hits AC 17 (23 damage)

All attacks (though I doubt anything actually hits) are magic, good-aligned and cold iron for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction. For each attack that hits, make a DC 24 will save or have a magical shield, armor or weapon surpressed for one round (chosen randomly, you can make the roll)

[Yogge Mothi]

Lucan's second attack strikes Yogge, but the swirling black mist surrounding the drow absorbs the damage. Yogge just smirks at Lucan's comment and continues his assault. Once again, he takes 5ft stepa step back and attempts to trip his opponent, following up with a devastating volley of blows. However, his trip fails and Yogge is forced to attack a standing Lucan.

Trip attempt: auto miss
Scythe attack 1: 43, 27 damage
Scythe attack 2: 46, 30 damage
Scythe attack 3: 43, 30 damage; possible crit (36 to confirm, 102 extra damage)
Slam attack: 29, 14 damage

OoC The first scythe attack to hit Lucan deals an additional 10 damage. Your turn.

[Inem]

Longingly, Lucan thinks of his curved blade, lying on the floor several feet away from him, as he sees his claws fail to damage his opponent. 'Kill! Kill! Kill! Tear him appart!'
Preparing to follow his opponent's step and launch another powerful attack at him, Lucan is absolutely helpless against the incoming flurry of scythe attacks. As all three of them seem to hit him hard and tear deep holes into his skin, Lucan watches in horror as his opponent fades out of sight, the world around him going black, while he sinks to the ground, life leaving his body. When the last blow hits him, his awareness instantly fades...

OoC Lucan is dead, Yogge wins. Congratulations, guess I was a little overmatched here. Still a good fight though

[Yogge Mothi]

Yogge howls in triumph as Lucan falls to the ground. He throws his scythe to the side and picks his opponent off the ground. Opening his mouth wide, Yogge plunges his fangs into Lucan's neck and drinks deep from the still-fresh blood. Yogge's ladies cheer wildly for their master as Lucan's corpse turns pale. Yogge releases the dead body and raises his arms to the crowd. It is then that he spies a familiar face staring at him. Okali Rho is standing and slowly clapping for the victor, although Yogge can only guess whether she bet for or against him.

OoC Well played Inem. That was a very fun match to start things off. Thank you.

[Lormador]

The crowd wildly shouts its approval, stamping and shaking the Colosseum with their adulation of the victor, and their glee at seeing blood stain the sands of the Arena. The mysterious, cloaked Master of the Games gazes out with pinpoints of twinkling light where his eyes should be, and extends his mailed fist: the velvet-covered hovering table slowly descends behind the brazier.

Sea's Trickery will be Lord Mothi's. His door clatters open on hidden gears.