Dunk Tank

[:: Pandie ::]

Gaspeaux will be perched on a hinged board, throwing dirty jokes and insults down at the crowd. Contestants will step right up. They get ONE free shot, and roll a D20 to see if they can hit the target. DC 10 makes it, don't want to make it TOO hard And if they do, he takes the plunge!

Rules

1) They get ONE free throw. They can purchase other throws if desired.
2) They must stand behind the white line to qualify.
3) No magic is allowed to aid or abet in any way.

[:: Pandie ::]

Raistlin's Free Ball.

(Roll: 3)

Old Man? Throwing out a hip? Had this man some kind of Death Wish? He was more than tempted to cast a spell right then and there, he even had caught himself as he opened his mouth to udder a few words to the runes that floated passed his minds eye. No, for now, he would play this foolish game of theirs. He grabbed a ball, and held it with his long slender fingers, his eyes staring at the Target. If only Caramon was here, that muscle bound oaf could have easily hit the target, perhaps even smashed the contraption or shattered the ball upon the target. 'Still', he thought to himself, 'It cant be all THAT hard'.

Raistlin pulled back his arm, took careful aim, and sent the ball flying... only to see it land several feet short of the target, landing on the ground and rolling to a stop against the cloth tarp. He muttered something along the lines of his robes getting in the way of his throwing arm. Slowly, he reached into his pocket, and began fishing out coins that have not been seen by mortal eyes for centuries. Of course, he had forgotten to find the proper currency that would have been accepted by the modern times. He would have to wander back and bribe Pandora for a cycling of his currency, and where WAS that blasted woman

You best not go anywhere, I have yet to finish with you.. You find yourself in luck, I have not the proper currency for this time...

He turned, and slowly walked away, his minds eye staring at the many runes that consisted of a Telekinetic spell that would trigger the mechanism and cause the lad to fall into the water, a grutesque smile washing over his features. For now, the man would stay dry... only for now........

[:: Pandie ::]

Pandora Practices In The Rain.
Pandora

(Three Rolls: 5, 8, 10)

Pandora bent at the knees, and scooped up three balls from the soaking wet grass. She glanced around the surrounding and not seeing anyone paying attention to her, Pandora then turned to eye the target. It looked like a little wagonwheel with a poor paint job.

Carrying all three balls in her hand, Pandora walked up to the dunk tank, studing this weird device. She hadn't the faintest idea what to do with it...

Balancing the balls in the crook of her left arm, Pandora reached out with her right and pressed against the target. The sound of something moving caught her attention, and Pandora glanced to the plank as it fell. Quickly she released the target and watched the plank slide back into place.

A delightful smile broke out upon her face. This was interesting. This was very interesting indeed..

She backed away from the tank until her soaking wet slippers were standing behind a line painted in the grass. Carefully, Pandora LeAmour bended at the knee once more and lowered first one, then two and finally three balls into the wet grass. Still bent over, she shifted all her weight onto her right leg and used her right hand to pull free the soaking wet slipper from her left foot. Tossing it onto the grass a bit of a distance away, Pandora then repeated the same action until she was now slipperless.

With an excited grin, she then scooped up all three balls and rose to her full height once more. With her eye's locked on the target, Pandora wound her hand back and let one of the balls fly forward. Her first ball travelled half the distance and landed with a bounce on the mossy grass.

Pandora's nose wrinkled and she tilted her head. Obviously, she hadn't been expecting that. Then, she tried again. The second ball at least made it to the target, but then it didn't stop there... It bounced and rolled somewhere beyond where the target itself was located.

So focused was she on that third ball that the tip of her tongue poked out between slightly parted lips. So focused, that she didn't even seem to feel the rain anymore. The ball left her hand and soared the distance, making contact with the bare edge of the target. Just enough, apparently, to cause the plank to fall.

Pandora threw her arms up and did a quick victory dance, her face turned upward for the rain to fall upon it.

"Whoohoo! Now that is how it is done!"

[:: Pandie ::]

Pandora's Practice Round TWO.

(Rolls: 10, 2, 10)

Pandora turned back to the dunk tank and considered trying again. The rain was coming down a lot harder now, and the small clearing was all but abandoned. Seeing as she was already soaked from head to stockings, it wouldn't hurt to give it one more try...

She started out at a brisk walk, pausing to pick up the first and second ball. Then she had to duck underneath the target to reach the last one that had gone well past it's mark.

Bringing herself around again, Pandora took the same stance she had used before, behind the white line of course. Balancing two of the three balls in the crook of her left arm, Pandora took the third one in her right and wound up to give it a throw.

Once more, just like her third shot from before, the ball hit the target and the plank fell. The grin on Pandora's face reflected all that was needed on how she felt about that shot.

Rolling a second ball into her right hand, Pandora relaxed her stance. She was getting cocky. Twice in a row, this was so much easier then she thought! Aiming for the target once more, Pandora released the second ball.

Much to her dismay, and embarrassment might I add, the ball landed nearly directly infront of her feet. Horrified, Pandora instantly glanced around to ensure that she was indeed alone. Then stubbornly, she kicked the ball with her bare foot, watching as the wet grass slowed it's progress so it didn't make it but two steps from where she stood.

Poking her tongue out in concentration once more, Pandora ignored the loser ball and set her sights on the target once more. With her final ball, Pandora took stance once more and let it fly.

Boom.

The wet ball hit the target with a slap, the wheel pushed inward and the plank fell. Pandora gave a stubborn brisk nod of her head, the grin back.

"That's more like it."

She was just about ready to go and retrieve the balls once more when a loud clash of thuder echoed around her. She had been having so much childish fun that she'd all but forgotten about the rain!

With a regretful glance towards the dunk tank, Pandora walked in the opposite direction, scooped up her ruined slippers and, carrying them in her hand, turned back down the path towards the Tower. The mage that had been after Raistlin hadn't died yet, and the spell upon her was still there. Staying in the storm probably wasn't the best of idea.

The trip back to the tower was harder then the trip to the festival grounds to begin with. Her clothes weighed a ton, her hair was slick and dripping around her cheeks and the back of her neck, and her eyelashes kept spewing down raindrops into her line of sight. Bertha was not going to be pleased.

[:: Pandie ::]

Raistlin Practices in the Rain

(Rolls: 16, 19, 2)

Raistlin watched quietly, even after the Cart had long since gone and forced him to move behind an abandoned booth, he did not take his eyes off of Pandora as she tried her hand at the empty dunk tank. Her luck proved to be similar to his own, till her third ball flew and made its mark, then another ball found the target, and yet a third. Raistlin frowned and muttered an oath to himself. He would try his turn again.

He waited for an opportune moment when Pandora had disappeared from view, then snuck over to retrieve the balls. His Black robes were drenched from the rain and clung to his skin, yet he didnt let this bother him. He move back to the line, positioned himself in front of the target, and Let one of the balls fly.

This time, his luck proved to be much better than the last, he grinned to himself as the ball struck the target, which promoted him to take another ball. The second ball pinged its target, and fell to the soaked earth. He was elated, the wide smile on his features burned brightly, he took hold of the third ball and wound up, let the ball fly.

It must have been the rain, or perhaps it was the way his robes had clung to him, it might have even been his luck. The ball flew over the Dunk tank, and fell off in the distance, a mans scream pierced through the temptest as the ball fell to the earth. Raistlin grimaced, and began to hobble quickly out of view, heading back to the Tower, his eyes watchful of anyone behind him, but heard nor seen nothing. Thankful that he didnt have to stand in the rain and settle any problems that he might have caused. He thought to himself that perhaps he should let Pandora take the blame for that one, should anyone ask HIM if he heard or saw anything peculiar that evening.