Combat Wombats

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Session 1 - Enter the combat wombats

Fwoosh, Feelaz, Furree, and Fabby walked upon the cold stone of the arena floor. From above them, a thousand eyes looked down, judgement being cast upon the seasoned warriors. For days they had fought, toiled, bled, and cried, vying for a chance to fight upon these very stones. After securing their place amongst the exibition matches, the combat wombats finally have their first real fight. The game master takes over the voice box, his words echoing across the crowd.

“My dearest gentlefolk! Here we have a brand new team from insignificant outskirts of the kingdom. They will face off against a foe truly terrible to behold! Can this inexperienced team possibly survive? Let’s hear it for the combat wombats!”

A cheer went up from the crowd and the team took their places. Trap doors opened in every wall and giant insects started crawling through. A pair of spiders, a scorpion, and a large ant crawled into sight and immediately attacked the warriors. Thimble was quickly encased in web and pulled into the wall by one of the spiders, slowly being dragged upwards in the arena. On the other side, Feelaz and Furree fought off the others. Babby was yet donning her armor and could not avail her teammates. Still, despite the lack of Pelor’s light, the combat wombats prevailed over the oversized bugs. The crowd responded with hearty cheers and roared when the team asked for more combat.

Their second fight proved to be an even bigger challenge. The arena filled with water and beasts from the distant lakes and rivers in Avondale leaped into the tank, giving the wombats no reprieve. Despite the sheer power of the crocodile, the force of the angler, the guile of the cave crawlers, and the deadliness of the Archerfish, the combat wombats prevailed leading to another wild cheer from their audience.

The game master looked at the heroes. All four of them led the crown in a chorus of cheers. There was no way they would stop now.

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Session 2 - A New Record

The crowds roared as the Combat Wombats battered the soles of their latest opponents. Barely winded, they accepted the crowds accolades as the gamemaster goaded them on to the next challenge.

Although they have been friends for years, and even got into a few scraps together, this was the first time they’ve truly fought as a team. They stumbled and tripped over each other during the first two fights of the day, but their prowess put them on top. Going into the third fight, they were much more comfortable with each other, and it showed in how quickly they dispatched the next contestants.

One orc, seeing his fate sealed as his comrades fell around him, offered up his blade to the Wombats. Fwoosh put the sword back in his hand and gave him a death worthy of the spectacle of the stadium. More importantly to him, though, it was a death he would’ve have wanted for himself if ever he could not go down fighting. A better death than the orc deserved, since he could have chosen to go down fighting. Of course, he didn’t expect the others to understand…it was the dwarven way, not theirs. But at least it got the crowds going.

Still guilt nagged at him, especially when Fabby refused to talk to him while preparing for the next fight. The human gods were strange and he could not understand how he had erred in the eyes of her god. But he did know that Fabby had a heart kinder than anyone he had known, and despite his inner protests, it drew him to her. Her approval (or disapproval) made him…

Bah! He quickly waved away the sentiment – they were in the arena and violence was expected. Not that he’d ever say that to her face. Even though he couldn’t tell why a kind-hearted cleric joined the lists, he certainly would not drive away their source of healing – healing it seems he would not benefit from after that last debacle.

And so, he entered the next fight not feeling up to par, both in body and spirit. He was lost in his own thoughts as the cheering crowd as the announcer declared this to be an unprecedented challenge. He barely heard the taunts and wagers of the other Wombats as they bet against the outcome of the fight. Something about drinks – good, he could use a drink after all this.

His head wasn’t in the game. Usually on top of the tactics, he made some awful calls. Still, the Womabts triumphed. And he’d be getting his drink soon…

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