Tiberious begins to focus, taking this task very seriously. "Calling out another gladiator is a complicated, dramatic affair, so I'm going to need you all to do me a favor. In the best case scenario where I draw a crowd from this, they're going to need to be rowdy. I want you all to stomp and shout after each accusation I throw at him; that'll hopefully get the others going. And when I say 'A man's got to do,' you all say 'what a man's got to do!' It only takes a few people doing it to get the whole crowd going. All right, if this goes properly, this fool will have to fight me damn near on the spot, and Markrow will have to come out."
Tiberious begins his march to Markrow's front door. He does some breathing exercises to focus his mind for the task ahead, reaching a state of gladiator zen.
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[url=http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=72104]Perform (Act): 1D20 + 15 = [17]+15 = 32
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As he gets closer to the door, his mind is cleared of all outside interference, focusing only on what it is to be a man. He thinks of the manliest things he can muster: dramatic arena fights, ten-sided swords, and whale surfing. Eventually, he settles on the image of a barrel-chested man shaving with an adamantine dagger in one hand while wrestling a bear with the other. He is one with man. He is ready.
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[url=http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=72105]Perform (Oratory): 1D20 + 17 = [16]+17 = 33
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Tiberious knocks on the door with great force and yells, loudly enough for the houses in line of sight to hear, "Markrow! Your champion is a fraud! He was always a fraud! He's not worthy of a paper sack for a mask, let alone the arena belts he's 'won'!"
Tiberious waits a moment for the door to open in response before continuing.