Svartalfheim

As Kull strides into the tavern, he loudly announces his intention to prove himself the strongest arm for the night. A few people hastily pick up their drinks and move away to tables far out of the way. Kull sits himself down at a small table in the centre of the common room and patiently waits for any challengers.

After some small amount of talk, a burly looking human steps forward. He is a large, barrel-chested man, with forearms almost as big as his thighs. Veins run down his muscular arms and neck.

"You don't actually think you can come in here and best all of us locals, do you? I'll tell you what, you ugly son-of-a-bitch, let's put some money on it. FIVE GOLD PIECES!" he announces to the room. "And if I win, you and your friends leave. If you win, hell, I'll pay for your meals. Best out of five rounds."

The common-room arrupts in laughter. It looks like there's some entertainment for the night.

Kull looks at the man and shouts back in a roaring voice: You dare to speak of me like that ! I will beat you so hard even your mother will turn away in shame. I say 10 gold pieces and you get your match. He then steches and readys himself to easily crush his opponent.

Kull, he agrees to your 10gp, the room is full of anticipation, 10gp is probably about a year or more pay for some of these people.

The big man flexes his muscles as the arm wrestle begins.

1d20+3

Kull, roll a STR Check (1d20 + your STR modifier). You need to match or beat the above result.

Kull smirks and flexes as well 1d20+5

Kull and the man struggle against each other, neither getting the upper-hand. The table creaks in the relative quiet of the common room as everyone looks on. Eventually Kull managed to tire his opponent out and slams his arm down hard.

"You have the first round, four more to go," the burly man says as he rubs his arm. "Come on! Round two!"

1d20+3

Kull pounds his chest and goes in for the second round 1d20+5

"That's one each!" bellows the big man. "Three more to go!"

1d20+3

Kull looks a bit shocked he even lost. It was rare for him to lose even more in a strenght contest. At least he didnt lose the competiom, but he still starts to get mad as his ego got attacked. he lays his full power in the next attempt.1d20+5

"UUgh!" the man yells in frustration. He prepares himself immediately, thumping his massive arm down on the table.

1d20+3

Kull grins and mutters i still got it before sitting donw again. 1d20+5