As the gate opens, a goblin falls onto his face having leaned against the barrier. He pushes himself back to his feet with a layer of sand now coating 3/4 of his face. Stumbling forward he glugs wantonly from a flask, a few streams overflowing and spilling down his sea green cheeks. He returns the flask to his pocket and looks at his opponent, swaying slightly. "Sell-sword, eh? I suppose ye'd get more fer it than if ye'd tried sellin' yer face.
It's about as pretty as a stench kow's tail-hole," Drebash says with a crooked smile. You can see several teeth missing and others broken.

This dice roll has been tampered with!
Initiative 1d20+4 : 6 + 4, total 10

@Isitaris

[Alright, looks like I'm going first]

As soon as the signal is given, Arutha closes the distance on his opponents. About midway through, a gold coin seemingly appears out of nowhere between his left hand, and start dancing around his fingers as he mutters a few words. Immediately, tendrils of darkness erupts from a crimson ribbon tied around his left arm, until a sphere of Darkness surrounds Drebash and Arutha. In the instant before the flowing darkness plunges the goblin into complete obscurity, Drebash can see a bloodlust in his opponent's eyes as they lock onto his.

[Arutha runs towards Drebash, casts Darkness as his action, and uses his bonus action to place Hexblade's Curse onto Drebash.]

[Is Drebash carrying any kind of weapon?]

[Thanks. I think he's still doing that. Carry on with your post ]

Arutha continues to move forward towards Drebash. Two disturbances at the edge of this sphere of black fog and small distortions in the air are all that announce the two missiles of raw magical energy flying towards the goblin.




[Ignore Advantage if you have anything that allows you to see inside Magical Darkness.

Also, forgot to develop on Hexblade's Curse. For one minute:
   - You gain a bonus to damage rolls against the cursed target. The bonus equals your proficiency bonus.
   - Any attack roll you make against the cursed target is a critical hit on a roll of 19 or 20 on the d20.
   - If the cursed target dies, you regain hit points equal to your warlock level + your Charisma modifier (minimum of 1 hit point).]

A cry of pain comes as the first blast hits. Instinctively, Drebash ducks and the second flies just over head. "Thanks fer coverin' yer face. But 'tis hardly fair." He runs towards the center of the dark area and leaps. Mid-air, he swings out with a barrage of attacks. As he lands, he continues running past his opponent.





[Move 15' up
Attack
If one hits, using Fury of the Small for 6 extra damage and using Stunning Strike: DC13 CON save or be stunned until the end of my next turn.
Move 40 more feet. Drunken Technique gives Disengage with Flurry of Blows (FoB) and 10' extra movement
Which should put 30' between us from with me on the other side now]

Drebash's momentum though allows him to close the gap, and if Arutha's manages to dodgge and parry two of the strikes, one fist goes past his defense and struck him on the side of his torso.

Drebash turns and looks down, gradually noticing the wound across his chest. "Oooooowwwwww," he slowly says before stumbling back toward Arutha with a grin. He swings two fists towards the larger humans inner thighs before punching both fists at his stomach. The move causes him to lean farther back than you'd expect while still standing and Drebash stumbles back nearly as far as he was before.





[Move 30' up
Attack
If one hits, using Stunning Strike: DC13 CON save or be stunned until the end of my next turn.
Move 25' back away. Drunken Technique gives Disengage with Flurry of Blows (FoB) and 10' extra movement
Which should put 25' between us.]

[Looks like it doesn't matter ]

As all three punches hit him, Arutha's body continues to feel disconnected, somehow numbing the pain, though the damages done to his body are still real.