Quote from: ttagxamm;257259[Bob] and One-Eye Malone lead the way, with Philimon and the Ape Sultan close behind.  Mad Muruzabal finishes assembling an odd contraption, a circular cage of bamboo strung with lodestones which attaches to her belt and covers her upper body.  Tugging a whipcord she sets the cage to spinning and stalks into battle, shouting Amazon curses as she goes.

Quote from: Coffee;257290If Creature looks like he's going to be okay, Zarko will join the others in their assault on the Klengons. The more the merrier, he guesses. (If Creature needs defending, of course, he'll stay...)

The battle with the klengons is brief.  Rokem and Shifty each down their foes, and Ragnar punches out his second klengon before being dropped by an uppercut.  Rokem has his sensor array twisted off and powers down to indefinite stand-by, but Leeplo knocks the 'droid's opponent over with a high-hopping frog kick.

By the time Zarko and the rest arrive the four remaining klengons have had enough.  Showing the same un-klengish lust for compromise that made them go AWOL in the first place, three of them throw up their hands in surrender.  The fourth stands his ground for a moment, toe to toe with One-Eye Malone.  But he can't out-glare the unblinking cyclopean, and when Malone twitches the klengon kicks up his heels.  Malone flicks his cigar butt after the deserter.

The rumble with the klengons appears to have been the main action in the arena.  As before, runners still move about the arena offering individual challenges but for the most part things seem to have returned a tense detente.  

Goblins arrive shortly to cart off the wounded, and a properly hobbled and harnessed pair of goons trundles out a long trough full of water.  Fighters from various camps slowly approach to drink and wash off the dust and blood of the Brawl.

Creature keeps his back against the arena wall and takes a few deep breaths.  "Creature...ok..but.friends..no..go..too far".  He's hoping to stay out of the way and get some strength back, but here's his rolls in case someone comes looking for trouble, hopefully he doesn't have to use these:

Initiative: -3
Attack: 5% HIT
Damage: 8
Saving Throw: 30% SAVE!

Quote from: Rondo;257515(assuming that Zarko has started that direction of course, otherwise Zarko and I are looking Creature over and see how he's doing...see if we can get responses from him, etc.)

[Creature is coherent but shaken.  He can stand, and could fight with his full melee ATT and Damage ratings -- but at 1 hp he won't likely fight for long.  Let's say he'll regain 2-8 hp every 4 hours of rest (much faster than the usual rate of 1-4 hp per level/day, but again this is subdual damage).

[EDIT: and of course we can gloss over resting time as needed.  Let me know how you'd generally occupy yourselves and your fighters and I'll narrate away.  Watch out for Wandering Brawlers, though.  Gotta roll those every so often!]

Buck dusts Creature off, "You kiddin' you big lug?  We ain't going nowhere...", (here's a throw or two for Buck in case any wandering wise-guys come along):

Attack: 59% (made it)
Damage: 6 (4 rolled +2)
Save: 51% (missed)

"That's right!" Zarko says with a grin. "We came in here as a team and we stay a team!"


While Buck stands by and tends to Creature, Zarko moves among the recruits and organizes a watch -- at least two men on at all times, keeping an eye out for trouble. As a leadership exercise, Zarko himself will take the first watch (along with one of the recruits). Everybody else gets to rest.

Just curious, how big is this arena?  I've been picturing something the size of a basketball court in my head, or are we talking football field or larger?

Quote from: wulfgar;257768Just curious, how big is this arena?  I've been picturing something the size of a basketball court in my head, or are we talking football field or larger?

[The latter is, uh, in the ballpark .  It's very big: roughly 360x360 (about 3 acres) surrounded by a wooden palisade 3-4 stories high.  No bleachers; any on-site spectators watch camera/scrying feed in tents out front.  There were hundreds of fighters at the start of the Brawl.]

QuoteThere were hundreds of fighters at the start of the Brawl.

Yeah, I know.  Things were very crowded in my basketball sized imagination

Quote from: wulfgar;257801Yeah, I know.  Things were very crowded in my basketball sized imagination

[Heh.  Bigby Small's Drivetime Brawl: Watch as hundreds of commuters crammed into tiny subway cars erupt in brutal mayhem!  See the Green Line Gouger in action!  Hear the wails of those left at the station!]

[wait - I thought this guy was an EX policeman?]

Quote from: Age of Fable;258003[wait - I thought this guy was an EX policeman?]

[That's right.  And?  

[You're on his turf.  And he's Chief pain in the neck around here.]

"Uh...no can do Chief. He got off on a technicality last time, can't let that happen again."

Well, fol-dee-rol, officer," hums Tallbard innocently.  "I'll just stay on as an observer then.  Representing Mr. Smalls' interests.  This spell-flinger here caused a whole heap of damage to Mr. Smalls' property today. And Mr. Smalls is a Big Man in God City.  Primo Uomo, understand?"

"You of all people should know that you can't be an observer."

"You're not from around here, are you, Officer?" smiles Tallbard, an edge creeping into his voice, "So let me rehearse this for you.  If you want to keep right in this town, you gotta keep right with Mr. Smalls.  Is that catchy enough for you?"