Vicent replied to the man's parley but did not lower his weapon, "What kind of operation are you running? I might be interested but I'm not overly impressed with the caliber of my possible future colleagues. Send out your other man and I'll assess his skills for you."
As he spoke Vicent noticed Tain making a break for it. If the fight with their potential employer continued Vicent would bring his mace to bear against the fifth swordsman. In a moment of self-reflection he considered whether or not his mace deserved a name if he survived this encounter, perhaps, Swordcleaver? Or Mason? Vicent even smiled slightly at his little pun.
Post by scottenkainen on May 7, 2014 12:07:36 GMT -6
Turn 34, round 6 for Vicent, Tain, and Kull-O:
Tain tried a desperate lunge for the door back to the den, hoping to take the fifth swordsman by surprise. The swordsman was not surprised, or recovered almost instantly, and moved to club Tain over the back of the head with the pommel of his sword as Tain moved past -- but missed by an inch.
In the den, the leather-clad sixth swordsman shouted, "You'll pay for that!" in regards to the light wound he had just received from Kull-O. The swordsman lashed out wildly with his sword, completely missing the mark each time.
Kull-O, for his part, was closer to scoring a hit, but was still blocked by sword or leather each time. Plus he still had the first swordsman to contend with, though he kept him at bay as well.
"I grow impatient here," the fifth swordsman said to Vicent. "I now give you just one chance to surrender before you test your skills against me."
((3 vs. 3 for surprise; to hit Tain: 5; to hit Kull-O: 2; Kull-O's to hit: 10; to hit Kull-O: 3))
Post by scottenkainen on May 7, 2014 14:09:58 GMT -6
Turn 34, round 7 for Vicent, Tain, and Kull-O:
The sneaky guy was still faster, and was getting closer, but Kull-O held him off. Kull-O was kept on the defensive, though, and could not land a strike himself. Again.
Out in the den, Vicent charged the talky swordsman, who only took two steps forward to meet him, and landed a surprise first blow with his mace while talky guy was just bringing his sword to bear. It was a glancing, light wound, though.
Back in the den, Tain charged the first swordsman, hoping to strike from behind -- but the swordsman heard him coming and twisted around to parry in time.
Back in the hall, the talky swordsman brought his sword up -- and cleaved off Vicent's head.
Back in the den, Tain parried all of the first swordsman's thrusts and slashes.
((To hit Kull-O: 8, Kull-O's to hit: 7; Vicent's to hit: 19 - 1 dmg; Tain's to hit: 4; to hit Vicent: 20 - 6 dmg; to hit Tain: 12))
Post by bobdruschitz on May 12, 2014 16:02:05 GMT -6
The two swordsmen continued their attack, and Tain realized there was no continued sounds of combat or talking behind him from Vicent's direction. He spared a glace before slashing at his current enemy.
Post by scottenkainen on May 13, 2014 9:02:45 GMT -6
Turn 34, round 9 for Tain, Kull-O:
The fifth swordsman returned to the doorway of the den and rolled Vicent's severed head across the carpet. "Leave me one of them alive for questioning," he said.
"Not this one -- he is mine!" the leather clad swordsman said as he impaled Kull-O with his sword.
The first swordsman's blade only glanced off Tain's armor, but Tain could do no better in return. He saw Kull-O fall, lifeless, to the ground out of the corner of his eye. Vicent was gone. Tain now had three adversaries against him...and a window behind him, if he could reach it safely.
((To hit Kull-O: 17- 4 dmg; to hit Tain: 13; Tain's to hit: 10))
Post by scottenkainen on May 13, 2014 13:51:56 GMT -6
Turn 34, round 10 for Tain:
Tain turned and ran for the window, but took a brutal stab wound from the first swordsman as he did so. If the swordsman in leather had struck again, it would have been all over for Tain. But, instead, that swordsman missed and Tain reached the window.
Tain rolled out of the open window, tumbling out onto the hard ground beneath it. The leather-clad swordsman was right behind him at the window -- but, suddenly, four balls of fire appeared floating in front of the window and made him back off.
Post by scottenkainen on May 16, 2014 9:26:59 GMT -6
The Honorable Gaston Louis Chaubier-Villecount, the rest of Day 2:
Gaston had, since arriving back in Verbobonc earlier that day, been a guest at the Wealthy District manor of Lady Gema of House Zavala, her husband, the Baronet Martzel Zavala, their three sons, and their 29-year old spinster daughter, Katalin. Gaston had dined with them and been asked to perform after dinner.
Now, instead of lying in bed, alone, in their guest bedroom that night, Gaston would normally be wooing the daughter or casing the joint (not that he had ever yet robbed a wealthy home, but he liked to think about doing so for the challenge of it). But the secret he carried weighed heavily upon him. Perhaps he would find someone tomorrow he could confide in about it, he mused, before he fell asleep.
Post by bobdruschitz on May 16, 2014 12:02:19 GMT -6
Gaston recounted the evening before falling asleep. The performance had been grand, yet intimate. As the candlelight dimmed and the wine began to warm his heart, a smile reached his face and he began to play. Slowing strumming his lute, he slowly built up the speed, as he slowly digressed from the standard simple style, to something more ornate. More of a focus on improvisation, he began to weave a tale of honor and chivalry in the face of insurmountable odds. The very spirit of adventure. His protagonist, the pinnacle of perfection, his love, the most true, and the villain, most flawed. The twist, most clever, was that the villain was secretly his protagonist's father, only to be discovered at the end. He then finished with a slightly mournful, yet hopeful pipe melody he had picked up on the road from a wandering elf.
The family was in awe. He made his goodnights, the boys seemed entranced with the hero's tale, the spinster daughter had paid much attention at the love interest's description (made up on the fly to describe her features, know thine audience). The Baronet & Lady seemed quite happy that he'd kept the romance vague enough as to not set fire to the children's imaginations.
He would gain their trust further in the near future, and then possibly make his move. But he would first see if they would finance his career further or point him is the direction of a wealthy patron themselves. Not to mention he'd other more pressing concerns in mind. This secret weighed heavily upon him.
Post by scottenkainen on May 19, 2014 10:37:49 GMT -6
Day 3 (turn 42) for Gaston:
Last night was a chance to dine in elegance with a baronet and lady, as befitting a nobleman's son.
But Gaston was a seventh son, and this was the morning after, and Gaston dined with the offspring only, excluded from the heads of the household who broke their fast separately.
Oh well. The Zavala 'children' may have been spoiled and pampered and had little to show for their lives well into their 20s, but they were amiable enough. Katalin, the spinster daughter, was plain and plump, but pleasant and Gaston wished he could get a word in edgewise with her. However, the youngest son, Velasco (age 25), knew that Gaston would be expected to leave this morning and was trying to squeeze more out of him about life as an adventurer.
"I've seen our guards practice with their swords in the courtyard, you know," Velasco was saying. "I wonder how they'd fare against your flashing blade? Have you ever stabbed a man? I mean, had to kill a bandit on the road? Or follow one to his bandit lair in the forest? Did you ever find a dungeon in a bandit lair?"
Post by bobdruschitz on May 19, 2014 11:00:04 GMT -6
"Velasco, there are many things to experience outside these walls." Gaston swept his arms out to accentuate his point. "There is excitement to be had, and hardship as well. These are the parts of the tales and song that I gloss over, as they make for poor storytelling. Sleep with naught but the Oerth as your pillow, the countless battles with rain and snow, the sheer boredom as one waits for the few scant, fearful seconds in which one shows either bravery or cowardice."
"I, in such instances, have not acted the coward and have shown defense of my property on the road, especially after playing a venue in which coin was exchanged and observed by those harboring ill intent. I have not made myself an easy target and I will not *admit* to killing any man. You see, dear Velasco, I would rather be the one in the story that gets the princess, without having to bloody my hands."
"I could use more practice," Grinned the seventh son. "Perhaps you could introduce me to your guardsmen for a practice spar? They will surely beat me silly, so do not talk me up."
Post by scottenkainen on May 19, 2014 13:44:06 GMT -6
Turn 43 for Gaston:
After breakfast, Velasco did just that. Outside the manor, and just inside of the gate set in the fence surrounding the property, two helmeted men in leather armor stood there just chatting. They both bowed to Velasco when he approached, but only one of them spoke. "Do you have need of me?" the man-at-arms asked. "I was unaware that you had any plans on your itinerary today..."
Velasco ((a young Reginald Denny - www.imdb.com/name/nm0219666/?ref_=tt_cl_t8)) said, "No, Ovidio, no trip anyway. But I did want to introduce my good friend, the Honorable Gaston Louis Chaubier-Villecount, who tells me he is a fine swordsman. Can you test him on that?"
Post by bobdruschitz on May 19, 2014 15:23:25 GMT -6
Gaston Louis smiled at Ovidio. "I do believe my young lord here has spoken for me, as I do not carry a sword. I tend to use the spear, but if you have a spare blade I would love to spar. I tend not to have the time to practice much, as my trade is that of a singer and musician."
The other guard tossed Gaston his sword, which had a nice balance to it. Servicable, no frills. "First to 3 taps? An ale to the winner after your shift?"
As Gaston played the fool, his brothers had always insisted on forcing him to fight. He knew how to use a blade, just not well, as he remembered the bruises he'd gotten in the past. He flexed and then assumed a defensive stance as the two paired off.
Post by scottenkainen on May 20, 2014 18:10:35 GMT -6
Turn 44, rounds 1-2 for Gaston:
Gaston and Ovidio circled each other, swords held in outstretched hands and almost touching. Gaston tapped Ovidio's sword with his own several times, testing Ovidio's reaction time. Unless Ovidio was holding back, he was much slower.
Gaston launched quickly into a serious of offensive moves, throwing Ovidio on the defensive and forcing him to take two steps back. Gaston landed the first touch almost right away, but then Ovidio recovered and managed to hold his own better. He even managed a lucky touch that caused Gaston to consider switching to more defensive maneuvers.
Gaston tried to alternate between offense and defense, but Ovidio had a sense for Gaston's rhythm now and countered each stroke. Now Gaston was on full defense, but it was too late as Ovidio managed his second touch. Ovidio must have been taking the challenge less seriously before and just stepped up his game.
((Rd. 1: Gaston's to hit: 12, to be hit: 12; rd. 2: Gaston's to hit: 8, to be hit: 17))
Post by bobdruschitz on May 20, 2014 19:45:35 GMT -6
"Afterwards I'd like to hear your comments that may help my fighting, Ovidio." Smiled the young rogue as he launched into a series of hyper attacks that he hoped would allow him one more touch before this clearly superior foe beat him.
Post by scottenkainen on May 21, 2014 18:06:47 GMT -6
Turn 44, round 3 for Gaston:
It was over quickly after that. Gaston had to switch to full defense, and still wound up getting touched a third time in a spot he didn't even realize he'd left open.
"Not bad," Ovidio said gracefully after winning. "You have some skill there, you just need to work on it."
But Velasco reacted like Gaston's loss was a deep betrayal. "That was terrible! You're not the swordsman in your songs! I--I thought--oh, never mind! Good day to you, Gaston Louis Chaubier-Villecount! I trust you can see yourself out?"
((Gaston's to hit: 3; to be hit: 19; encounter reaction rolls: 25+15%, 7+15%))
Post by bobdruschitz on May 22, 2014 9:18:02 GMT -6
Gaston tossed the sword back to Ovidio's companion as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Merci. I was not joking about that ale earlier. I think I'll wander down to one of my old haunts, The Bronze Unicorn tonight and see if they'll let me play. They may even have a room available. I'd be honored if you'd have a drink with me."
He turned to Velasco. "I will see my way out, young sir. My tale is just in the making." With a wink and a smile, the Honorable Gaston Louis Chaubier-Villecount made his exit as he grabbed his gear. It was decided. Some day he'd rob that boy blind. But not tonight.
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 18, 2015 20:53:53 GMT -6
Day 4/Turn 1 for Thauron:
It was suppertime on the 6th day of the month of Flocktime, on a pleasant spring Earthday. Thauron was hungry and his riding horse was tired following their long ride here from the west. But Thauron wanted a look at the Mayor's mansion first.
Haroldo Harman had been the Mayor of Verbobonc for two years, since the previous mayor became so infirm from age that he could no longer perform his duties. Though the duties of mayor would keep Harman often at City Hall or Castle Ukabilaren often, his home was this walled manor house set aside for him in a neighborhood of walled manor houses in the southwest corner of the city. The building was three stories tall, with two towers rising another story taller still. It was a fabulous residence.
Thauron was not particularly concerned at the moment with the architecture of the place, or even in the mayor himself. He came here because he had reason to believe that Nimrodel was here -- the elf maid Thauron had loved once, but thought lost forever in a disastrous river crossing 38 years ago. He had heard that Nimrodel might be both alive and serving as a retainer to the mayor.
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 20, 2015 21:44:32 GMT -6
Day 4/Turn 2 for Thauron:
Thauron watched the place for awhile before approaching. There was an 8' stone wall around the yard and a single, wide gate to get in. The gate was ajar, and behind it a man in chain and the green tabard of the Viscount's Standing Army was talking to a man and woman in leather armor, and a woman dressed like a page.
There were no children wandering the Wealthy District; Thauron realized that he had handed his reins to a young courier.
"I suppose I can spare you a minute, sir..." the courier said.
The man in leather armor, with a tight skullcap over his head, and a half-cloak over his back, called out to Thauron as he approached. "Ho there! You've been watching our gate for quite awhile, elf. Waiting for the mayor to come home? He doesn't much care for people bringing their business to his home..."
Thauron explained he was not here to see the mayor, but to see Nimrodel, if she was there. No, he was told, she did not work for the mayor.
"Although..." the woman in leather armor said before Thauron left, "the Mayor's Chief of Security is a female elf, but her name is Sidrifalas."
Thauron described Nimrodel. Everyone agreed it sounded like Sidrifalas. "She is at the castle now, working on a security issue there," the soldier said.
Post by Scott Anderson on Feb 21, 2015 0:23:11 GMT -6
"You shall allow me now to pass to see her. You've no reason to hold me, and I've no reason to cause you harm. But..." Thauron knew Men were warlike; but these were dressed for war here in the city. "Tell me, men of the house, why dost thou dress for war? Is there some danger afoot?"
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Post by scottenkainen on Feb 23, 2015 19:13:08 GMT -6
Day 4/Turn 2a for Thauron:
"There is..." the man-at-arms said. "There is an awful lot of danger around the city these days. I am surprised you have not heard more of it by now. No, no one is going to hold you here, but you have no reason to pass us. The castle we speak of is the Viscount's castle -- Castle Ukabilaren, in the Inner Bailey. You'll likely be turned away at that gate as well, though if you are well-spoken enough, and impress on someone your need to speak to Sidrifalas at once, perhaps you'll at least win entry to the castle courtyard."