Turin’s first series of attacks were a flop. He’d missed both of them. But to his surprise, his friend Arnyn had joined into the fray. Not only that, but she’d saved him from an attack from the old guy.
He briefly turned his attention to his friend and gave a nod in thanks. He doubted, as much of friends as they were, he’d get another freebie from her. He’d have to earn a second one, if that were possible.
The dwarf, after his failed attack, was quickly swarmed and eliminated from the contest. Now that the dwarf was gone, Turin felt he should retaliate against the old man. The fact he was able to come so close to attacking him without being notice irked Turin. “He’s a wiley old one, I’ll give him that.” He thought to himself.
Turin scanned the arena to see if he could find his potential targets. And he found them. Adjusting his grip on his sword and knife, he approached. He tried to do so in a way to appear as though he were coming to help with their assault, but at the last moment he betrayed them. He slashed at the potential victim with his knife.
With that taken care of, he felt the desire to pay back his debt. He turned his attention to his old captain and commander. She wouldn’t need his help, but he didn’t want to owe her. So he came at his next target from the side and timed his assault to be at the same time as Arnyn’s. He just hoped she wouldn’t yell at him for helping.
Knife Attack on Ducky
Sword Attack on Ula
Defend Zaram
Turin
3 lives
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She heard Elv's voice. No one in Rohan had seen her fight before today. And if they saw her now two things would be unfortunately incredibly clear: It was not the first time she handled a sword. And it was not the cavalry that had trained her. While she went wide from their encounter against Frost, there was a certain amount of surprise as she saw him target Taeth. Good strategy within the melee of course to target those already hidebound. And perhaps a coup de grace was the best thing, still.. she was.. surprised.
The wizard who did not stop talking (Ducky) targeted the minion who had suffered injury before (Zaram). Tactical. She would, in and of itself, approve.
As she circled.. she was overly aware of the two Gondorians (Turin, Arnyn) in the ring. Giving them a wide berth kind she would have joined Elvh, the decision made easier as Taeth moved towards her, yelling. It was enough to focus her attention, a quick glance around the arena she found herself the target of not one but two assailants. Apparently the skirts added.. insult to injury in her attack. If the yell was an attempt however at rising her temper, it was wasted effort, whatever had come over her as soon as she picked up that sword was calm instead of fiery. And you didn't deal with drunken Rohirrim without knowing how to take an insult: Calm. And with a gentle mention to their commander the next day whent hey were still hungover.
Few took a woman in skirts serious in a fight. How did they think women worked in the field? The right type of skirt.. let you move.. Finding herself the target of both Ula and Taeth she pivoted swiftly backward, putting weight on her right leg as her left moved back and her knee was raised, as one tried to grab her skirts while the other dove for her thigh.
IF she was very lucky.. Taeth's hand would be connecting with Ula's head as they dived forward. If she wasn't maybe either would get her knee in their face. Not enough though to do that swift defense, while Taeth's right hand was grasping for her skirts she could practically feel that left hand rise, slashing at her. With the closer distance gained and within the arch of that knife, Eldrith moved her right hand up swift and harsh, the pommel held firmly and hoping to divert Taeth's slash upward.
Defense.. was important, but one did not get out of a melee alive without meting out punishment and two candidates were right there. Whether she'd managed to fully divert the knife or not she remained composed enough to slam the left handed buckler down as hard as she could on the back of Ula's head during her dive for the skirts, taking one step back from both to keep control of her distance she aimed for Taeth, hoping to finish her off, stabbing forward and slightly up harsh and fast to hopefully hit her right underneath the breastbone. There was.. surprise, visible only for a moment in the brown eyes as she saw Arnyn's longsword slash out at Ula as well. That.. was unexpected. Hearing Ama's voice in the stands made her smile. Well.. cat.. was probably out of the bag now.
Attacks: Ula (1), Taeth (1)
Defense Eldrith (2)
Bonus Defense Eldrith
((OOC: @Taethowen Skirt Wench!! I love it!! It may need to become my new signature!!))
The wizard who did not stop talking (Ducky) targeted the minion who had suffered injury before (Zaram). Tactical. She would, in and of itself, approve.
As she circled.. she was overly aware of the two Gondorians (Turin, Arnyn) in the ring. Giving them a wide berth kind she would have joined Elvh, the decision made easier as Taeth moved towards her, yelling. It was enough to focus her attention, a quick glance around the arena she found herself the target of not one but two assailants. Apparently the skirts added.. insult to injury in her attack. If the yell was an attempt however at rising her temper, it was wasted effort, whatever had come over her as soon as she picked up that sword was calm instead of fiery. And you didn't deal with drunken Rohirrim without knowing how to take an insult: Calm. And with a gentle mention to their commander the next day whent hey were still hungover.
Few took a woman in skirts serious in a fight. How did they think women worked in the field? The right type of skirt.. let you move.. Finding herself the target of both Ula and Taeth she pivoted swiftly backward, putting weight on her right leg as her left moved back and her knee was raised, as one tried to grab her skirts while the other dove for her thigh.
IF she was very lucky.. Taeth's hand would be connecting with Ula's head as they dived forward. If she wasn't maybe either would get her knee in their face. Not enough though to do that swift defense, while Taeth's right hand was grasping for her skirts she could practically feel that left hand rise, slashing at her. With the closer distance gained and within the arch of that knife, Eldrith moved her right hand up swift and harsh, the pommel held firmly and hoping to divert Taeth's slash upward.
Defense.. was important, but one did not get out of a melee alive without meting out punishment and two candidates were right there. Whether she'd managed to fully divert the knife or not she remained composed enough to slam the left handed buckler down as hard as she could on the back of Ula's head during her dive for the skirts, taking one step back from both to keep control of her distance she aimed for Taeth, hoping to finish her off, stabbing forward and slightly up harsh and fast to hopefully hit her right underneath the breastbone. There was.. surprise, visible only for a moment in the brown eyes as she saw Arnyn's longsword slash out at Ula as well. That.. was unexpected. Hearing Ama's voice in the stands made her smile. Well.. cat.. was probably out of the bag now.
Attacks: Ula (1), Taeth (1)
Defense Eldrith (2)
Bonus Defense Eldrith
((OOC: @Taethowen Skirt Wench!! I love it!! It may need to become my new signature!!))
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Having seen her tomato miss Elvh, Thali sighed in disappointment. But at Allacan's sharp call, she hurried from the stands, just as Irime, Khaulzim and Swiltang appeared to help themselves to her snacks.
No matter. There was an entire cupboard full of stale Nurnen Kettle Corn back home.
Kneeling beside Oghren, the unconscious dwarf, Thali gave him a cursory going-over, thanking Bema that he remained senseless. But it was obvious from the fumes wafting off of him that his current state was not the result of a serious injury--rather it was the natural progression of excessive alcohol consumption.
"Take him away," she said to the attendants with a shake of her head. "He'll just have to sleep it off. But here--at least make sure he's put up somewhere comfortable."
Digging through her pocket, she handed one of the attendants a fistful of coins. "The Horse and Rider is nice, get him one of the cheapest rooms there, but make it clear they're not to let him drink. He can do that on his own coin, and once he's well out of Edoras."
Once she'd finished, she nodded to Allacan.
"Alright here," Thalionwen called. "And thanks for having me help! It's been a bit since I was able to do a healer's work in Rohan--the Cavalry turned me down when I tested for reentry."
Returning to the stands, she squirmed into a spot between Khaulzim and Swiltang, reaching across the minstrel to grab a handful of her own kettle corn, which Irime had confiscated.
"Hello!" Thalionwen said brightly to Swiltang. "Aren't you a tall, serious one? You know, I'm married to an orc--Orco Del Oro, maybe you've heard of him? He's lovely. I'm Thalionwen, by the way. I work for Irime sometimes. And the rest of the time at the Slaughter House. Oh, but I also run a cheese shop here in Edoras. And I'm trying to get them to reinstate me as a Cavalry haelend. It's complicated. But you look like your life has seen its fair share of complications too. Do you know, I think we should be friends! Here, I wasn't going to take these out because I know Irime will eat half of them, but I've brought some fresh ginger biscuits and you should try one."
Without waiting for an answer, she popped a sugar-strewn, soft and fragrant biscuit into Swiltang's mouth.
"There," Thalionwen smiled. "Isn't that nice? OH HOORAY DUCKY!!!!!!!! WELL DONE!!!!!!!"
Thali nominates Ducky for a bonus
Having seen her tomato miss Elvh, Thali sighed in disappointment. But at Allacan's sharp call, she hurried from the stands, just as Irime, Khaulzim and Swiltang appeared to help themselves to her snacks.
No matter. There was an entire cupboard full of stale Nurnen Kettle Corn back home.
Kneeling beside Oghren, the unconscious dwarf, Thali gave him a cursory going-over, thanking Bema that he remained senseless. But it was obvious from the fumes wafting off of him that his current state was not the result of a serious injury--rather it was the natural progression of excessive alcohol consumption.
"Take him away," she said to the attendants with a shake of her head. "He'll just have to sleep it off. But here--at least make sure he's put up somewhere comfortable."
Digging through her pocket, she handed one of the attendants a fistful of coins. "The Horse and Rider is nice, get him one of the cheapest rooms there, but make it clear they're not to let him drink. He can do that on his own coin, and once he's well out of Edoras."
Once she'd finished, she nodded to Allacan.
"Alright here," Thalionwen called. "And thanks for having me help! It's been a bit since I was able to do a healer's work in Rohan--the Cavalry turned me down when I tested for reentry."
Returning to the stands, she squirmed into a spot between Khaulzim and Swiltang, reaching across the minstrel to grab a handful of her own kettle corn, which Irime had confiscated.
"Hello!" Thalionwen said brightly to Swiltang. "Aren't you a tall, serious one? You know, I'm married to an orc--Orco Del Oro, maybe you've heard of him? He's lovely. I'm Thalionwen, by the way. I work for Irime sometimes. And the rest of the time at the Slaughter House. Oh, but I also run a cheese shop here in Edoras. And I'm trying to get them to reinstate me as a Cavalry haelend. It's complicated. But you look like your life has seen its fair share of complications too. Do you know, I think we should be friends! Here, I wasn't going to take these out because I know Irime will eat half of them, but I've brought some fresh ginger biscuits and you should try one."
Without waiting for an answer, she popped a sugar-strewn, soft and fragrant biscuit into Swiltang's mouth.
"There," Thalionwen smiled. "Isn't that nice? OH HOORAY DUCKY!!!!!!!! WELL DONE!!!!!!!"
Thali nominates Ducky for a bonus
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Zarâm - orc- she/her
Things were getting very dicey very fast. Zarâm watched in horror as Frost (who was trying to defend the woman Taeth) went down with several attacks from both Elvh and Eldrith even more she had the chance to follow him to defend him! As she was attempting to defend him, that strange wizard Ducky took a successful whack at her and while she watched inn horror as Frost hit the floor, another human Arnyn took another successful attack in her direction. She glared angrily at the too of them, but for once in her life, did not immediately retaliate. This was not the place for quick actions, but a place for deliberate moves.
When the call for round two started, in some unforeseen way or another, Zarâm and Taeth mutually decided to work together to avenge the fallen Frost. She really hoped he would be okay as it looked like he had gained some rather brutal injuries, at least, brutal for a human. Seeing Eldrith, also known as "skirts" was under attack from both Taeth and Ula, and it looked like they were trying to go for her obviously not battle hardy clothing, she decided to go for the other culprit, Elvh who was currently focused on Taeth. Trying to avoid all the various people with flailing weapons she moved over to Elvh and swung at him twice with her wooden sword while at the same time trying to defend herself from the wizard.
Attack Elvh (2)
Defend Zarâm (2)
Zarâm – 1 life
Things were getting very dicey very fast. Zarâm watched in horror as Frost (who was trying to defend the woman Taeth) went down with several attacks from both Elvh and Eldrith even more she had the chance to follow him to defend him! As she was attempting to defend him, that strange wizard Ducky took a successful whack at her and while she watched inn horror as Frost hit the floor, another human Arnyn took another successful attack in her direction. She glared angrily at the too of them, but for once in her life, did not immediately retaliate. This was not the place for quick actions, but a place for deliberate moves.
When the call for round two started, in some unforeseen way or another, Zarâm and Taeth mutually decided to work together to avenge the fallen Frost. She really hoped he would be okay as it looked like he had gained some rather brutal injuries, at least, brutal for a human. Seeing Eldrith, also known as "skirts" was under attack from both Taeth and Ula, and it looked like they were trying to go for her obviously not battle hardy clothing, she decided to go for the other culprit, Elvh who was currently focused on Taeth. Trying to avoid all the various people with flailing weapons she moved over to Elvh and swung at him twice with her wooden sword while at the same time trying to defend herself from the wizard.
Attack Elvh (2)
Defend Zarâm (2)
Zarâm – 1 life
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Gwai, spectating, eating Elarith's food
"Thanks for sharing, Elarith!" Gwai said gratefully, wincing as she reached to take one of the fried badgers, one of her favorite snacks. She laughed at Elarith's comment about looking drier. "I'm definitely drier, but, as I'm sure you saw, er, I mean heard," she fumbled, "I fell out of our boat on the second to last waterfall, and it's been a bit rough," she said with a strained smile, munching on the WFB. "It's harder to walk off injuries the older I get," she laughed, something she immediately regretted as it set off her back into spasms. She thought about throwing her badger bone at the contestants also, but decided the last thing she needed was to tweak her back even more. "Have you ever competed in campian?" she asked Elarith caught her up on part of what she had missed, as she reached for another WFB from the bucket. "I owe you dinner now, don't let me forget!" she added with wink, taking another bite. "Eldrith looks like she's doing well!" Gwai said with a happy smile, cheering on her fellow Rohirrim as Elarith pointed her out. "It's hard to make it this far with this competition!"
One of the competitors suffered a fairly nasty blow to the head, and Gwai gasped along with the rest of the crowd. He was alive, though, and Thali, who needed to work on her aim, only a bench or two away, was soon called over to help. A contingent of several people soon took Thali's seat. Gwai looked at them, interested. One of the men was wearing a vest with no shirt, which was odd for Edoras. However, the other a full length cloak with even the hood up, which was even more odd as this was the middle of summer. There was a well dresed woman with them as well, and Gwai had a feeling she was in charge. There were lots of strangers in Edoras right now for the festival, though, and most likely they were here for the festivities like everyone else. Gwai struggled to her feet, putting a hand on her back as she winced as she stood, trying to get a better view of the mayhem below.
"Thanks for sharing, Elarith!" Gwai said gratefully, wincing as she reached to take one of the fried badgers, one of her favorite snacks. She laughed at Elarith's comment about looking drier. "I'm definitely drier, but, as I'm sure you saw, er, I mean heard," she fumbled, "I fell out of our boat on the second to last waterfall, and it's been a bit rough," she said with a strained smile, munching on the WFB. "It's harder to walk off injuries the older I get," she laughed, something she immediately regretted as it set off her back into spasms. She thought about throwing her badger bone at the contestants also, but decided the last thing she needed was to tweak her back even more. "Have you ever competed in campian?" she asked Elarith caught her up on part of what she had missed, as she reached for another WFB from the bucket. "I owe you dinner now, don't let me forget!" she added with wink, taking another bite. "Eldrith looks like she's doing well!" Gwai said with a happy smile, cheering on her fellow Rohirrim as Elarith pointed her out. "It's hard to make it this far with this competition!"
One of the competitors suffered a fairly nasty blow to the head, and Gwai gasped along with the rest of the crowd. He was alive, though, and Thali, who needed to work on her aim, only a bench or two away, was soon called over to help. A contingent of several people soon took Thali's seat. Gwai looked at them, interested. One of the men was wearing a vest with no shirt, which was odd for Edoras. However, the other a full length cloak with even the hood up, which was even more odd as this was the middle of summer. There was a well dresed woman with them as well, and Gwai had a feeling she was in charge. There were lots of strangers in Edoras right now for the festival, though, and most likely they were here for the festivities like everyone else. Gwai struggled to her feet, putting a hand on her back as she winced as she stood, trying to get a better view of the mayhem below.
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Allacan, human, she/her
Seeing that her patient at least looked a little more alert Allacan allowed herself a few moments to watch the field and see what has happening.
There was a strange tug of war taking place between Taeth and Eldrith over the latter woman's skirts, although Allacan was not entirely certain why. Elvh closed in to take advantage of Taeth's distraction to finish her off, and seeing a threat to her promise of a good meal, Ula rushed forwards to drive him momentarily back with a strike with her blunted axes to his belly.
Elvh rushed forwards again to try an attack against Taeth, but in doing so made a fundamental mistake. He trusted to Eldrith to have an awareness of his position and cover his back, but the woman was too engaged in the battle of skirts with Taeth to offer him any assistance and instead left him wide open to the approach of Zarâm. The muscled orc woman did not hesitate a moment and closed in to bring her sword across Elvh's unguarded back once, twice, and she would have pressed on with her advantage to finish the Rohir right then if the whirling form of Ducky had not intervened. Elvh was just able to knock the bow out of Taeth's hand and leave her fingers stinging before he was forced to withdraw.
Ula had successfully blocked Elvh's second attack against Taeth but the first had already done its damage. Bereft of her bow, moving as though in slow motion she was stumbled backwards, losing her footing. Both her attempts to take out Eldrith went wide as she became unbalanced, and her grip on Eldrith's skirts did nothing to save her as with a loud rip the edging tore into a long, dangling strip and Taeth flailed as she tumbled backwards. Eldrith, who had gone in for the final thrust with a knife, found the air she stabbed forward into suddenly empty as Taeth fell backwards away from her in an oddly slow manner. Allacan watched in awe as despite her increasingly horizontal angle, Taeth managed to retrieved her bow from... where exactly? Allacan was sure the bow had been dropped feet away from where Taeth was now back-peddling wildly, and yet when she glanced that way, the bow had somehow disappeared from its position on the floor and inexplicably re-appeared in Taeth's hand. And apparently the bow was trembling with rage?! She didn't remember commissioning magically returning sentient weapons for Campian recently. She glanced suspiciously around at the spectators to try and spot signs of any interference. Damn Frost's injuries, she was supposed to be out there refereeing!
Zarâm was suffering a acrobatic assault of her own that set fit to complete with Taeth's impossibly slow backwards fall. Ducky was wildly spinning and somehow managed to also disorientate Zarâm such that she was not ready for his leg to suddenly fly out and and send the large orc woman spinning like a top. Limping from his pulled muscle. Ducky tried to take advantage of the orc's vulnerability to land another blow but Turin intervenes. And a good thing too, Zarâm was so dizzy from the spinning ordeal that as she attempted to put one foot in front of the other, she lost all semblance of balance and tumbled to the floor, uninjured, incapable of continuing on, and very, very dizzy.
Taeth was still falling, unbelievably slowly, but even so she still finds the time to draw and arrow and fire at Ducky in retaliation for his assault on Zarâm. It might have been the fact that she was now back-peddling at an almost fourty-five degree angle, or the wild flurry of Ducky's spinning staff, but either way Taeth found it difficult to take aim at him and her arrow went wide.
Arnyn and Turin appeared to both be too swift of foot and sly in their manoeuvrings for anyone to even be attempting to strike at them, and they prowled about the field like wolves. Spotting an opening in Ducky's defence, Arnyn leaps forward to try and get a blow in but is deflected at the last moment by his whirling staff. Ducky paused a moment in surprise at this defence and it was all the circling Turin needed, they dashed in to land a strike and then danced away before Ducky knew what had even happened.
Arnyn meanwhile had spotted Ula had dropped their guard as they stared nonplussed after her meal-ticket; the gradually horizontifying Taeth. Arnyn closed in quickly to take advantage of her distraction and managed two swifts blows that had the Ula losing sight of Taeth as she stumbled for a moment herself, barely managing to avoid tripping over torn skirts of Eldrith even as Arnyn disappeared into the cacophony of the field.
Ula had been winded by Arnyn's blow and struggling to stay on her feet, She made a pitiful attempt to strike at Eldrith who just happened to bed over in an attempt to fix her torn skirts at the last second, in a slap-stick, completely unintentional dodge. Both Eldrith and Turin close in on Ula in an attempt to take her out, unaware she is struggling to draw breath. Thankfully, the expert haeland eye of Thalionwen recognises Ula's distress and difficulty breathing and realises that the waving of her hand is an attempt to yield. She stands up and loudly shouts a cry that echoes through the entire arena, calling Eldrith and Turin off before they land their final strikes and rescuing Ula from injury even as she stumbles from the field, also eliminated but sure to recover if given time to catch her breath.
Just as it seemed that Taethowen would never land, and would spend the rest of eternity forever back-peddling in slow motion, her right foot struck something small, and squishy, and slippy; Thali's discarded tomato. It was all the prompt that time and gravity needed to remember their relationship to each other, and Taeth's feet finally and at long last lifted clear of the floor as she landed on her back, just hard enough to stun her for a moment, but softly enough that the gathered crowd gave an appreciative "Ahhh" and a small spattering of applause broke out through the arena. Elvh calmly stepped up to where Taeth was downed and casually pressed his weapon against her chest in silent request for her to yield.
Meanwhile, Allacan was eyeing Eldrith with new appreciation. She was already impressed with the obvious skill with which the woman wielded, and the cold quiet calm that had come over the woman; it was intimidating! But more so, she nodded and smiled appreciatively at how swiftly she had abandoned her alliance with Elvh and left him open and vulnerable to Zarâm. It was a subtle and underhanded way to end the alliance and narrow the field a little, and Elvh was lucky to have gotten out in one piece. "That woman is ruthless!" Allacan muttered to herself, with only admiration and awe in her voice.
@Elvheimdros
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Taeth twice and defended Eldrith
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 3 = Ula x1, Zarâm x2
- Ula rolled 5 against Elvh's Defence of 5 - Ula's attack (narrowly) misses
- Zarâm attacks an undefended Elvh - Zarâm's first attack automatically hits
- Zarâm attacks an undefended Elvh - Zarâm's second attack automatically hits
1 life remaining
@Turin Ringhûn
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ducky once, Ula once and defended Zarâm
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: NONE
3 lives remaining
@Eldrith
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ula once and Taeth once and defended themselves twice (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: Elvh, Arnyn
Attacks on them: 3 = Ula x1, Taeth x2
- Ula rolled 1 against Eldrith's Defence of 1 - Ula's attack (if it could be called that) misses against Eldrith's completely unintentional defence
- Taeth rolled 6 against Elvh's Defence of 8 - Taeth's first attack misses
- Taeth rolled 3 against Arnyn's Defence of 8 - Taeth's second attack misses
3 lives remaining
Zarâm (@Dimcairien Luiniel)
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Elvh twice and defended themselves
Bonus defences granted to them from others: Turin
Attacks on them: 2 = Ducky x2
- Ducky rolled 3 against Zarâm's Defence of 2 - Ducky's first attack hits
- Ducky rolled 3 against Turin's Defence of 7 - Ducky's Second attack misses
0 life remaining - ZARAM IS ELIMINATED BUT SUSTAINS NO INJURY
@Taethowen
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Eldrith twice, Ducky once and defended themselves (bonus attack dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: Ula
Attacks on them: 3 = Elvh x2, Eldrith x1
- Elvh rolled 6 against Taeth's Defence of 3 - Elvh's first attack hits
- Elvh rolled 6 against Ula's Defence of 7 - Elvh's second attack misses
- Eldrith rolled 6 against Taeth's Defence of 6 - Eldrith's attack narrowly misses
0 life remaining - TAETH IS ELIMINATED BUT SUSTAINS NO INJURY
Ducky (@KingODuckingham)
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Zarâm twice and defended themselves twice (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 3 = Taeth x1, Arnyn x1, Turin x1
- Taeth rolled 1 against Ducky's Defence of 2 - Taeth's attack misses
- Arnyn rolled 4 against Ducky's Defence of 6 - Arnyn's attack misses
- Turin rolled 5 against Ducky's Defence of 4 - Turin's attack hits
2 lives remaining
Ula Rhianri (@Glitterati_Goblin)
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Elvh once, Eldrith once, defended Taeth once and defended themselves once (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 4 = Arnyn x2, Turin x1, Eldrith x1
- Arnyn rolled 2 against Ula's Defence of 1 - Arnyn's first attack hits
- Arnyn rolled 3 against Ula's Defence of 2 - Arnyn's second attack hits/misses
- Turin and Eldrith close in on an undefended Ula but at the last second @Thalionwen realises Ula is winded and trying to yield and calls them off just in time
0 lives remaining - ULA IS ELIMINATED BUT SUSTAINS NO INJURY
@Arnyn
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ula twice, attacked Ducky once, defended themselves once and defended Eldrith once (bonus defence dice and bonus attack dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: NONE
2 lives remaining
As per my last ref post edit, as far as I know there is only one orc in the competition and that is Zarâm. I think Oghren might be a dwarf, and as best I can tell everyone else is a human. Please try and make sure your posts and actions reflect this and ideally put your character's name, race ad pronouns in the top of your voice if you want to avoid confusion.
Every remaining competitor once again has 2 attacks and 1 defence to choose targets for, plus any bonuses detailed below. Please remember to post the targets of your attacks and defence (even if it’s yourself) at the end of your post in Bold Black. Remember, you don't have to say who you are defending from, just who you are trying to protect.
Bonus Dice:-
Eldrith gets a bonus Defence dice for Round 3 (nominated by @Amadhrill)
Elvh gets a bonus Defence dice for Round 3 (GM dice from the referee Allacan)
Ula was nominated by @Thalionwen - Ula is eliminated but thanks to Thali's intervention she is uninjured
Taeth was nominated by @Gwai - Taeth is eliminated but sustains no injury
@Thalionwen You had already nominated Ula to receive a bonus dice for Round 3, and a good job too or she'd have been paggered. Therefore your second nomination for Ducky will count towards Round 4, if Ducky can hang in that long. Thanksies.
Seeing that her patient at least looked a little more alert Allacan allowed herself a few moments to watch the field and see what has happening.
There was a strange tug of war taking place between Taeth and Eldrith over the latter woman's skirts, although Allacan was not entirely certain why. Elvh closed in to take advantage of Taeth's distraction to finish her off, and seeing a threat to her promise of a good meal, Ula rushed forwards to drive him momentarily back with a strike with her blunted axes to his belly.
Elvh rushed forwards again to try an attack against Taeth, but in doing so made a fundamental mistake. He trusted to Eldrith to have an awareness of his position and cover his back, but the woman was too engaged in the battle of skirts with Taeth to offer him any assistance and instead left him wide open to the approach of Zarâm. The muscled orc woman did not hesitate a moment and closed in to bring her sword across Elvh's unguarded back once, twice, and she would have pressed on with her advantage to finish the Rohir right then if the whirling form of Ducky had not intervened. Elvh was just able to knock the bow out of Taeth's hand and leave her fingers stinging before he was forced to withdraw.
Ula had successfully blocked Elvh's second attack against Taeth but the first had already done its damage. Bereft of her bow, moving as though in slow motion she was stumbled backwards, losing her footing. Both her attempts to take out Eldrith went wide as she became unbalanced, and her grip on Eldrith's skirts did nothing to save her as with a loud rip the edging tore into a long, dangling strip and Taeth flailed as she tumbled backwards. Eldrith, who had gone in for the final thrust with a knife, found the air she stabbed forward into suddenly empty as Taeth fell backwards away from her in an oddly slow manner. Allacan watched in awe as despite her increasingly horizontal angle, Taeth managed to retrieved her bow from... where exactly? Allacan was sure the bow had been dropped feet away from where Taeth was now back-peddling wildly, and yet when she glanced that way, the bow had somehow disappeared from its position on the floor and inexplicably re-appeared in Taeth's hand. And apparently the bow was trembling with rage?! She didn't remember commissioning magically returning sentient weapons for Campian recently. She glanced suspiciously around at the spectators to try and spot signs of any interference. Damn Frost's injuries, she was supposed to be out there refereeing!
Zarâm was suffering a acrobatic assault of her own that set fit to complete with Taeth's impossibly slow backwards fall. Ducky was wildly spinning and somehow managed to also disorientate Zarâm such that she was not ready for his leg to suddenly fly out and and send the large orc woman spinning like a top. Limping from his pulled muscle. Ducky tried to take advantage of the orc's vulnerability to land another blow but Turin intervenes. And a good thing too, Zarâm was so dizzy from the spinning ordeal that as she attempted to put one foot in front of the other, she lost all semblance of balance and tumbled to the floor, uninjured, incapable of continuing on, and very, very dizzy.
Taeth was still falling, unbelievably slowly, but even so she still finds the time to draw and arrow and fire at Ducky in retaliation for his assault on Zarâm. It might have been the fact that she was now back-peddling at an almost fourty-five degree angle, or the wild flurry of Ducky's spinning staff, but either way Taeth found it difficult to take aim at him and her arrow went wide.
Arnyn and Turin appeared to both be too swift of foot and sly in their manoeuvrings for anyone to even be attempting to strike at them, and they prowled about the field like wolves. Spotting an opening in Ducky's defence, Arnyn leaps forward to try and get a blow in but is deflected at the last moment by his whirling staff. Ducky paused a moment in surprise at this defence and it was all the circling Turin needed, they dashed in to land a strike and then danced away before Ducky knew what had even happened.
Arnyn meanwhile had spotted Ula had dropped their guard as they stared nonplussed after her meal-ticket; the gradually horizontifying Taeth. Arnyn closed in quickly to take advantage of her distraction and managed two swifts blows that had the Ula losing sight of Taeth as she stumbled for a moment herself, barely managing to avoid tripping over torn skirts of Eldrith even as Arnyn disappeared into the cacophony of the field.
Ula had been winded by Arnyn's blow and struggling to stay on her feet, She made a pitiful attempt to strike at Eldrith who just happened to bed over in an attempt to fix her torn skirts at the last second, in a slap-stick, completely unintentional dodge. Both Eldrith and Turin close in on Ula in an attempt to take her out, unaware she is struggling to draw breath. Thankfully, the expert haeland eye of Thalionwen recognises Ula's distress and difficulty breathing and realises that the waving of her hand is an attempt to yield. She stands up and loudly shouts a cry that echoes through the entire arena, calling Eldrith and Turin off before they land their final strikes and rescuing Ula from injury even as she stumbles from the field, also eliminated but sure to recover if given time to catch her breath.
Just as it seemed that Taethowen would never land, and would spend the rest of eternity forever back-peddling in slow motion, her right foot struck something small, and squishy, and slippy; Thali's discarded tomato. It was all the prompt that time and gravity needed to remember their relationship to each other, and Taeth's feet finally and at long last lifted clear of the floor as she landed on her back, just hard enough to stun her for a moment, but softly enough that the gathered crowd gave an appreciative "Ahhh" and a small spattering of applause broke out through the arena. Elvh calmly stepped up to where Taeth was downed and casually pressed his weapon against her chest in silent request for her to yield.
Meanwhile, Allacan was eyeing Eldrith with new appreciation. She was already impressed with the obvious skill with which the woman wielded, and the cold quiet calm that had come over the woman; it was intimidating! But more so, she nodded and smiled appreciatively at how swiftly she had abandoned her alliance with Elvh and left him open and vulnerable to Zarâm. It was a subtle and underhanded way to end the alliance and narrow the field a little, and Elvh was lucky to have gotten out in one piece. "That woman is ruthless!" Allacan muttered to herself, with only admiration and awe in her voice.
ROUND TWO RESULTS
@Elvheimdros
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Taeth twice and defended Eldrith
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 3 = Ula x1, Zarâm x2
- Ula rolled 5 against Elvh's Defence of 5 - Ula's attack (narrowly) misses
- Zarâm attacks an undefended Elvh - Zarâm's first attack automatically hits
- Zarâm attacks an undefended Elvh - Zarâm's second attack automatically hits
1 life remaining
@Turin Ringhûn
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ducky once, Ula once and defended Zarâm
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: NONE
3 lives remaining
@Eldrith
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ula once and Taeth once and defended themselves twice (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: Elvh, Arnyn
Attacks on them: 3 = Ula x1, Taeth x2
- Ula rolled 1 against Eldrith's Defence of 1 - Ula's attack (if it could be called that) misses against Eldrith's completely unintentional defence
- Taeth rolled 6 against Elvh's Defence of 8 - Taeth's first attack misses
- Taeth rolled 3 against Arnyn's Defence of 8 - Taeth's second attack misses
3 lives remaining
Zarâm (@Dimcairien Luiniel)
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Elvh twice and defended themselves
Bonus defences granted to them from others: Turin
Attacks on them: 2 = Ducky x2
- Ducky rolled 3 against Zarâm's Defence of 2 - Ducky's first attack hits
- Ducky rolled 3 against Turin's Defence of 7 - Ducky's Second attack misses
0 life remaining - ZARAM IS ELIMINATED BUT SUSTAINS NO INJURY
@Taethowen
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Eldrith twice, Ducky once and defended themselves (bonus attack dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: Ula
Attacks on them: 3 = Elvh x2, Eldrith x1
- Elvh rolled 6 against Taeth's Defence of 3 - Elvh's first attack hits
- Elvh rolled 6 against Ula's Defence of 7 - Elvh's second attack misses
- Eldrith rolled 6 against Taeth's Defence of 6 - Eldrith's attack narrowly misses
0 life remaining - TAETH IS ELIMINATED BUT SUSTAINS NO INJURY
Ducky (@KingODuckingham)
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Zarâm twice and defended themselves twice (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 3 = Taeth x1, Arnyn x1, Turin x1
- Taeth rolled 1 against Ducky's Defence of 2 - Taeth's attack misses
- Arnyn rolled 4 against Ducky's Defence of 6 - Arnyn's attack misses
- Turin rolled 5 against Ducky's Defence of 4 - Turin's attack hits
2 lives remaining
Ula Rhianri (@Glitterati_Goblin)
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Elvh once, Eldrith once, defended Taeth once and defended themselves once (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 4 = Arnyn x2, Turin x1, Eldrith x1
- Arnyn rolled 2 against Ula's Defence of 1 - Arnyn's first attack hits
- Arnyn rolled 3 against Ula's Defence of 2 - Arnyn's second attack hits/misses
- Turin and Eldrith close in on an undefended Ula but at the last second @Thalionwen realises Ula is winded and trying to yield and calls them off just in time
0 lives remaining - ULA IS ELIMINATED BUT SUSTAINS NO INJURY
@Arnyn
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ula twice, attacked Ducky once, defended themselves once and defended Eldrith once (bonus defence dice and bonus attack dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: NONE
2 lives remaining
PLEASE REMEMBER
As per my last ref post edit, as far as I know there is only one orc in the competition and that is Zarâm. I think Oghren might be a dwarf, and as best I can tell everyone else is a human. Please try and make sure your posts and actions reflect this and ideally put your character's name, race ad pronouns in the top of your voice if you want to avoid confusion.
ROUND THREE
Every remaining competitor once again has 2 attacks and 1 defence to choose targets for, plus any bonuses detailed below. Please remember to post the targets of your attacks and defence (even if it’s yourself) at the end of your post in Bold Black. Remember, you don't have to say who you are defending from, just who you are trying to protect.
Bonus Dice:-
Eldrith gets a bonus Defence dice for Round 3 (nominated by @Amadhrill)
Elvh gets a bonus Defence dice for Round 3 (GM dice from the referee Allacan)
Ula was nominated by @Thalionwen - Ula is eliminated but thanks to Thali's intervention she is uninjured
Taeth was nominated by @Gwai - Taeth is eliminated but sustains no injury
@Thalionwen You had already nominated Ula to receive a bonus dice for Round 3, and a good job too or she'd have been paggered. Therefore your second nomination for Ducky will count towards Round 4, if Ducky can hang in that long. Thanksies.
ROUND THREE HAS BEGUN and will close midnight PST on Wednesday 15th July (which is 3am on Thursday 16th July EST, or 8am on Thursday 16th JulyJuly for BST) OR ONCE EVERY REMAINING COMPETITOR HAS POSTED; whichever comes first.
If you fail to post in time, your attacks will be wasted and all your Defence dice will be used to defend yourself.
If you fail to post in time, your attacks will be wasted and all your Defence dice will be used to defend yourself.
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Elven Enchanter
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Zarâm grinned when her two attacks towards Elvheimdros were both successful, and but that awful wizard struck at her twice, but thankfully only hit her once. By this point, Zarâm was surprisingly dizzy from trying to hit and avoid being hit. And Ducky's successful hit was the last straw. She tripped and landed on the floor for a few brief seconds. But the hit was all she needed to be declared out.
"WHAT?" she shouted, "how am I out? You call this a melee?" She threw her weapons down on the floor and marched out of the battle area. After checking on Frost and determining that he was indeed alive, though a bit out of it, she made her way back to the Mx. Meduseld tent to help Zor get ready for the impending mischief.
"WHAT?" she shouted, "how am I out? You call this a melee?" She threw her weapons down on the floor and marched out of the battle area. After checking on Frost and determining that he was indeed alive, though a bit out of it, she made her way back to the Mx. Meduseld tent to help Zor get ready for the impending mischief.
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Nazgûl
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Frost, observing (human, he/him)
Frost was have a nice blissful dream, okay it was more like a horrific nightmare filled with spiders and fire and angry polar bears, but with suddenness with which he was ripped out of the dream almost made it seem like the dream had been pleasant. His eyes opened wide and light flooded in. His head hurt, his nose hurt, his side hurt. What the hell had happened to him in there? He sat up and his head throbbed. Must have been one hell of a strike.
Frost looked around him. The woman running the event (the same one that just woke him up?) had gone back to observing the fight. Somewhere, in the well of his memory, an image of her with a facial tattoo emerged. That couldn’t be right. He looked over at her, he squinted but couldn’t see anything. He shrugged and dismissed it. Dreams get mixed up with reality when you get your bell rung he thought. He staggered to his feet, wavered for half a moment, then dragged himself over to the rest of the spectators. He scanned the crowd, but he was still bleary eyed from his bout in the melee (though it could have been more easily called an assault). None of the faces looked familiar. Suddenly, Frost had the feeling of being surrounded. The air in the campian felt close and stifling, Frost had to place a hand on his chest to breathe. There was a prickling at the back of his neck, like little spiders crawling up his spine. He itched between his shoulder blades instinctively. Nothing spun, per say, but the images he saw didn’t quite move the way they should, everything shifted, just a little too much. He needed to get out of here. Where was Taeth? Where was Zarâm? He swung his gaze to the melee, but they were't there. Had they been knocked out of the tourney? An icy thought ran through his mind: what if Taeth was hurt too? A sick feeling stole over him, a feeling of panic and rage. If someone hurt her he'd hang them from the rafters, damn the consequences. Zarâm, he was only slightly less concerned for. He couldn't see her either and given how he was treated in the melee he could only imagine the kind of abuse she suffered. His head throbbed. If Taeth were injured, wouldn't she have been nearby when he woke up? He swung back around but no, she wasn't there.
Where was Taeth?
Frost was have a nice blissful dream, okay it was more like a horrific nightmare filled with spiders and fire and angry polar bears, but with suddenness with which he was ripped out of the dream almost made it seem like the dream had been pleasant. His eyes opened wide and light flooded in. His head hurt, his nose hurt, his side hurt. What the hell had happened to him in there? He sat up and his head throbbed. Must have been one hell of a strike.
Frost looked around him. The woman running the event (the same one that just woke him up?) had gone back to observing the fight. Somewhere, in the well of his memory, an image of her with a facial tattoo emerged. That couldn’t be right. He looked over at her, he squinted but couldn’t see anything. He shrugged and dismissed it. Dreams get mixed up with reality when you get your bell rung he thought. He staggered to his feet, wavered for half a moment, then dragged himself over to the rest of the spectators. He scanned the crowd, but he was still bleary eyed from his bout in the melee (though it could have been more easily called an assault). None of the faces looked familiar. Suddenly, Frost had the feeling of being surrounded. The air in the campian felt close and stifling, Frost had to place a hand on his chest to breathe. There was a prickling at the back of his neck, like little spiders crawling up his spine. He itched between his shoulder blades instinctively. Nothing spun, per say, but the images he saw didn’t quite move the way they should, everything shifted, just a little too much. He needed to get out of here. Where was Taeth? Where was Zarâm? He swung his gaze to the melee, but they were't there. Had they been knocked out of the tourney? An icy thought ran through his mind: what if Taeth was hurt too? A sick feeling stole over him, a feeling of panic and rage. If someone hurt her he'd hang them from the rafters, damn the consequences. Zarâm, he was only slightly less concerned for. He couldn't see her either and given how he was treated in the melee he could only imagine the kind of abuse she suffered. His head throbbed. If Taeth were injured, wouldn't she have been nearby when he woke up? He swung back around but no, she wasn't there.
Where was Taeth?
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Istari Sage
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Things were a mixed bag in the arena. Ducky had successfully eliminated that pesky orc, whose neck had been at just the right height to receive his spinning bird kick. On the other hand, that Turin fellow had stepped in to block the second of his attacks, AND had managed to sneak a knife in on Ducky's ribs when the wizard was sitting near-helpless on the ground (except for his GUNS OF COURSE). This Turin guy was really getting under Ducky's skin (haha knife joke)...it was time for some totally righteous retribution. Ducky grabbed a flask at his hip, took a huge swig, and began to bubble internally. He stood back up and shouted:
"Dig your claws into my organs! Stretch into my tendons! Bury your anchors into my bones! For the power of the Duck warrior will always! PREVAIIIIILL!" he shouted, his entire body shaking with adrenaline (or whatever). His injury was only fueling him at this point.
"I look above to the Valar," he snarled, "and when you fall below the skeletons of the warriors past, the power of the Duck warrior will become the eighth wonder of the world!" He beat his chest over and over to emphasize his point, then suddenly he collapsed.
"Oh Shire," he gasped, "I think I may have collapsed my own lung." He attempted to crawl in Turin's direction anyway, swinging his staff low and attempting to trip the fighter up. It was difficult to make a defense in such a situation, so Ducky opted for the hedgehog approach of curling into the fetal position, heaving with labored breath.
Attack Turin X2
Defend Ducky
"Dig your claws into my organs! Stretch into my tendons! Bury your anchors into my bones! For the power of the Duck warrior will always! PREVAIIIIILL!" he shouted, his entire body shaking with adrenaline (or whatever). His injury was only fueling him at this point.
"I look above to the Valar," he snarled, "and when you fall below the skeletons of the warriors past, the power of the Duck warrior will become the eighth wonder of the world!" He beat his chest over and over to emphasize his point, then suddenly he collapsed.
"Oh Shire," he gasped, "I think I may have collapsed my own lung." He attempted to crawl in Turin's direction anyway, swinging his staff low and attempting to trip the fighter up. It was difficult to make a defense in such a situation, so Ducky opted for the hedgehog approach of curling into the fetal position, heaving with labored breath.
Attack Turin X2
Defend Ducky
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Doorwarden of The Mark
Posts: 305
Joined: Thu May 14, 2020 7:40 pm
Elarith waved the bucket airily. "No problem," she said to Gwai. "I should never have been swayed by the bucket deal, it's far too much, but I never learn. Might take you up on the meal offer though, I don't like to turn them down nowadays." It would make a change from her own dull cooking at any rate.
"I know what you mean about taking longer to recover. In my mind I sometimes still think I'm in my teens or twenties, and then I do something too energetic and my body reminds me I'm not any more. It's a hard lesson," she said, watching the blows land on Zarâm the orc and take her out. She snickered. "I think there'll be a few sore bodies in the morning."
She chomped on another badger nugget for a minute as Gwai asked if she'd competed before. Her eyes momentarily looked into the middle distance instead of on the action below as she thought back. "No, I never tried the Campian. I was far too intimidated by all the proper fighters, I think, taking it all very serious. Have you ever competed?" she asked.
"Eldrith's doing really well," she agreed. Scarily well. "I mean, I know she has the odd drunk at the Ældsel, this is beyond bouncing people out of pubs." She wondered where the pub mistress had honed these skills, and why she'd kept them hidden all these years. She supposed there could be a lot she didn't know about Eldrith's life prior to the pub.
"Ooof, there's Taeth out, that's a shame," she said, watching the Pæthfindian slowly fall to the floor. "Elvh might not be far behind. Come on, Elvh!"
Nominate Elvh for a bonus roll for Round 4 (if he survives!)
"I know what you mean about taking longer to recover. In my mind I sometimes still think I'm in my teens or twenties, and then I do something too energetic and my body reminds me I'm not any more. It's a hard lesson," she said, watching the blows land on Zarâm the orc and take her out. She snickered. "I think there'll be a few sore bodies in the morning."
She chomped on another badger nugget for a minute as Gwai asked if she'd competed before. Her eyes momentarily looked into the middle distance instead of on the action below as she thought back. "No, I never tried the Campian. I was far too intimidated by all the proper fighters, I think, taking it all very serious. Have you ever competed?" she asked.
"Eldrith's doing really well," she agreed. Scarily well. "I mean, I know she has the odd drunk at the Ældsel, this is beyond bouncing people out of pubs." She wondered where the pub mistress had honed these skills, and why she'd kept them hidden all these years. She supposed there could be a lot she didn't know about Eldrith's life prior to the pub.
"Ooof, there's Taeth out, that's a shame," she said, watching the Pæthfindian slowly fall to the floor. "Elvh might not be far behind. Come on, Elvh!"
Nominate Elvh for a bonus roll for Round 4 (if he survives!)
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Thain of The Mark
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Taethowen, human, she/her
Taeth landed, flat on her back, on the dusty floor of the Campian arena, her breath knocked out of her with a whoosh. She rolled her eyes and let her head fall back as Elvh pressed the wooden blade to her chest. After a moment, she sighed. "I yield."
She rolled onto her side and pushed herself up, retrieving her practice weapons. "Obviously, I could use some practice," Taeth said to Elvh. "Perhaps, if we run into each other here again, we might spar?" She nodded to Elvh and Eldrith, and then took her leave from the field.
"Corsair!" She hollered at Ula (@Glitterati_Goblin). "Come speak with me." Taeth looked around for Zarâm, but the she-orc had already vanished. When Ula joined her, she introduced herself.
"I'm Taethowen," she said, gesturing for the corsair to follow as Taeth went to return the practice weapons and retrieve the knife she'd left with inspection. "I ran one of the festival events that ended earlier today, and after the tournament finishes, there will be a celebration for all the contest winners from the various events, and there will be food. Just look for the big tent right outside the city, you really can't miss it. I'll be there once I check on my..." she paused for a moment. She'd openly declared herself as Frost's woman in the tournament, but honestly, their relationship was still so new she wasn't sure what to call him. "...paramour, in the infirmary."
Once the inspectors had brought her knife and taken the practice weapons, Taeth took her leave of the corsair with a nod, then strode back to the far end of the Campian toward the infirmary.
Her heart stuttered for a moment when she didn't see Frost lying down, but she turned around, looking for him, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him standing--albeit a bit lopsided--near some of the other spectators, a confused look on his face. She hurried over to him, slipped her hand into his, and tugged him away from the crowd.
"Look at me," Taeth said. "How badly are you hurt?" She winced she took in the sight of his face. "Oh, your nose..." she lamented, reached up to smooth her palm over his jaw. "Are you dizzy? Shouldn't you be lying down?"
(OOC @Glitterati_Goblin There's going to be a separate thread starting for the Summer Festival after-party, but you're welcome to go ahead and post in the thread I linked above, and wait for the first person who comes by with food.
)
(OOC @Eldrith DO IT! I want to see "Skirt Wench" in your signature *everywhere*!
)
Taeth landed, flat on her back, on the dusty floor of the Campian arena, her breath knocked out of her with a whoosh. She rolled her eyes and let her head fall back as Elvh pressed the wooden blade to her chest. After a moment, she sighed. "I yield."
She rolled onto her side and pushed herself up, retrieving her practice weapons. "Obviously, I could use some practice," Taeth said to Elvh. "Perhaps, if we run into each other here again, we might spar?" She nodded to Elvh and Eldrith, and then took her leave from the field.
"Corsair!" She hollered at Ula (@Glitterati_Goblin). "Come speak with me." Taeth looked around for Zarâm, but the she-orc had already vanished. When Ula joined her, she introduced herself.
"I'm Taethowen," she said, gesturing for the corsair to follow as Taeth went to return the practice weapons and retrieve the knife she'd left with inspection. "I ran one of the festival events that ended earlier today, and after the tournament finishes, there will be a celebration for all the contest winners from the various events, and there will be food. Just look for the big tent right outside the city, you really can't miss it. I'll be there once I check on my..." she paused for a moment. She'd openly declared herself as Frost's woman in the tournament, but honestly, their relationship was still so new she wasn't sure what to call him. "...paramour, in the infirmary."
Once the inspectors had brought her knife and taken the practice weapons, Taeth took her leave of the corsair with a nod, then strode back to the far end of the Campian toward the infirmary.
Her heart stuttered for a moment when she didn't see Frost lying down, but she turned around, looking for him, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him standing--albeit a bit lopsided--near some of the other spectators, a confused look on his face. She hurried over to him, slipped her hand into his, and tugged him away from the crowd.
"Look at me," Taeth said. "How badly are you hurt?" She winced she took in the sight of his face. "Oh, your nose..." she lamented, reached up to smooth her palm over his jaw. "Are you dizzy? Shouldn't you be lying down?"
(OOC @Glitterati_Goblin There's going to be a separate thread starting for the Summer Festival after-party, but you're welcome to go ahead and post in the thread I linked above, and wait for the first person who comes by with food.
)(OOC @Eldrith DO IT! I want to see "Skirt Wench" in your signature *everywhere*!
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Esquire of The Mark
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Amadhrill spectators stand
She clenched her fists, her green eyes following the melee closely. She did not dare to yell, but kept on muttering "Come on @Eldrith! Come on Elvh!" towards @Elvheimdros. She hardly noticed that her children kept on cheering for @KingODuckingham with their "QUACK! QUACK!" Followed by merry laughter. Nor did she see the other spectator, only vaguely noticing that the stand was quite filled up by now.
Eldrith's skirts went swirling and again she seemed to defend herself well and her attacks seemed to hit their target more often than not. The fighting was impressive, even more so as the pub mistress had, in Amadhrills eyes at least, always shun away from the cavalry and weapons, never bearing arms or as much as carried a sword. But the woman on the floor in front of her was well trained in weaponry, this was not beginner's luck, it was a woman used to wielding her weapons.
Amadhrills eyes watched the fighting closely, noting the finer differences between the cavalry trained Elvh and Tæth and the pub mistress. Eldriths way of fighting, of wielding her weapons, it was not Rohiric. A wrinkle in the forehead and the focused eyes never leaving her friend, she did not doubt the friendship, betrayed that her mind was racing. No the friendship was true, though she did not know much (or anything) of Eldriths past. Well, how would she learn that? There hadn't been much time for chitchat in the days that their friendship had started, their evenings had been spent in the pub, but running it, not drinking ale and chatting. Ama had not asked and Eldrith had not spoken of the days past, and Ama had been fine with it. What had she to tell of her own past at that point, anyways, it could be summed up in two sentences, maybe three... and between running the Ældsel Inn and maintaining their other obligations (hers to the cavalry and Eldrith to the Freablods), well, they had quickly learned to trust each other and work well together.
But this way of wielding weapons, of fighting, she had seen it before. Her mind raced even as she intently followed the melee. There were certain moves, maybe it was the skirt confusing her, she had never seen anyone seriously wielding any weapon dressed in a skirt, in both Rohan and Gondor it was usually in some sort of tunic and breachers at the very least, not skirts... Gondor... her mind raced, finding memories tucked far back in her mind, memories of campaigns with the cavalry... of a man whom she had briefly loved and married, Gondor... she had hidden that land away, all memories hidden behind other memories from her own land, from Rohan.
Suddenly she shook her head, as if to clear her head. "I must have a few words with the Lady Bereth!" She said to her husband, leaving him with the children before he could answer her. Quickly she made her way to the lady, her eyes barely leaving the fight.
"Lady Bereth!" She spoke, her voice steady and forced calm, her eyes still fixed on the melee. "You have known Eldrith longer then I have... she fights like a Gondorian ranger, yet she never mentioned this to me, nor did I ask... is she... I mean, was she a Gondorian Ranger before she came to Rohan?"
(Ama nominates Eldrith for bonus dice
She clenched her fists, her green eyes following the melee closely. She did not dare to yell, but kept on muttering "Come on @Eldrith! Come on Elvh!" towards @Elvheimdros. She hardly noticed that her children kept on cheering for @KingODuckingham with their "QUACK! QUACK!" Followed by merry laughter. Nor did she see the other spectator, only vaguely noticing that the stand was quite filled up by now.
Eldrith's skirts went swirling and again she seemed to defend herself well and her attacks seemed to hit their target more often than not. The fighting was impressive, even more so as the pub mistress had, in Amadhrills eyes at least, always shun away from the cavalry and weapons, never bearing arms or as much as carried a sword. But the woman on the floor in front of her was well trained in weaponry, this was not beginner's luck, it was a woman used to wielding her weapons.
Amadhrills eyes watched the fighting closely, noting the finer differences between the cavalry trained Elvh and Tæth and the pub mistress. Eldriths way of fighting, of wielding her weapons, it was not Rohiric. A wrinkle in the forehead and the focused eyes never leaving her friend, she did not doubt the friendship, betrayed that her mind was racing. No the friendship was true, though she did not know much (or anything) of Eldriths past. Well, how would she learn that? There hadn't been much time for chitchat in the days that their friendship had started, their evenings had been spent in the pub, but running it, not drinking ale and chatting. Ama had not asked and Eldrith had not spoken of the days past, and Ama had been fine with it. What had she to tell of her own past at that point, anyways, it could be summed up in two sentences, maybe three... and between running the Ældsel Inn and maintaining their other obligations (hers to the cavalry and Eldrith to the Freablods), well, they had quickly learned to trust each other and work well together.
But this way of wielding weapons, of fighting, she had seen it before. Her mind raced even as she intently followed the melee. There were certain moves, maybe it was the skirt confusing her, she had never seen anyone seriously wielding any weapon dressed in a skirt, in both Rohan and Gondor it was usually in some sort of tunic and breachers at the very least, not skirts... Gondor... her mind raced, finding memories tucked far back in her mind, memories of campaigns with the cavalry... of a man whom she had briefly loved and married, Gondor... she had hidden that land away, all memories hidden behind other memories from her own land, from Rohan.
Suddenly she shook her head, as if to clear her head. "I must have a few words with the Lady Bereth!" She said to her husband, leaving him with the children before he could answer her. Quickly she made her way to the lady, her eyes barely leaving the fight.
"Lady Bereth!" She spoke, her voice steady and forced calm, her eyes still fixed on the melee. "You have known Eldrith longer then I have... she fights like a Gondorian ranger, yet she never mentioned this to me, nor did I ask... is she... I mean, was she a Gondorian Ranger before she came to Rohan?"
(Ama nominates Eldrith for bonus dice
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Elvheimdros swung in against Taethowen as she tried to draw again, and caught the bow-arm as he intended, blocked a knife blow aimed for Eldrith on the backswing, but had to pull his final blow as he saw the archer indicate her withdrawal and try to duck remaining blows headed her way. Elvh caught Ula's axe-blow on his shield, but something whizzed past Elvh's head as he looked for a new target, and Zarâm charged in from the blindside and laid a couple blows across back and side as he twisted. He got his shield in line again - now with his back turned on the chaos behind, where he heard a lot of shouting as someone hit the ground, and moved toward Zarâm, only for the orc to take a couple blows in turn from the wildly flailing Ducky - if it was that wild. Elvh's eyes narrowed as he recalled legends of the so-called "drunken" masters he'd heard on his last trip East. Zarâm seemed less than pleased with the rules, and Elvh had to sympathize - the clarity of knocking somebody down had its appeal.
Time for a new target. He'd lost track of Eldrith, and Ducky had just taken down the last person to attack him. That left Arnyn and Turin, and Arnyn was somewhere in the mess behind him, while Turin was right there. It didn't feel like the wisest decision in his life, but with a quick rap of sword on shield for a challenge, he moved in. Another slashing attack on Turin's knife-hand, and a following stab towards his torso, should start the work, though someone sitting on the edge of a melee was probably relying on quickness.
Attack Turin x2
Defend self x3
Elvheimdros
1 life
Time for a new target. He'd lost track of Eldrith, and Ducky had just taken down the last person to attack him. That left Arnyn and Turin, and Arnyn was somewhere in the mess behind him, while Turin was right there. It didn't feel like the wisest decision in his life, but with a quick rap of sword on shield for a challenge, he moved in. Another slashing attack on Turin's knife-hand, and a following stab towards his torso, should start the work, though someone sitting on the edge of a melee was probably relying on quickness.
Attack Turin x2
Defend self x3
Elvheimdros
1 life
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Ber hadn’t moved, hadn’t noticed those around her, her feet spaced shoulders apart, arms crossed, body slightly arched backwards, face nearly expressionless after the initial surprise of seeing Eldrith fight like ... well, she wasn’t exactly sure! She kept her eyes riveted on the fighters.
She tried very hard to keep focused on Eldrith, indignant at the taunts tossed blithely her way, she slowly smiled that it didn’t seem to ruffle her ire. She was as cool as a trout in a spring stream!
But there was unmasked admiration at a few of the others, their attacks skillful and defense more so.
Visibly wincing at Taeth’s yield, happy to see Elvheimdros still in action, and curiosity piqued at the one called Ula, Ber didn’t immediately realized she was being addressed, and when she did, the blank look she turned to Amahdrill must’ve seemed impolite.
Shaking her head, she muttered in reply, “I’m ashamed to admit I honestly don’t know, Ama. It would certainly seem she was trained as one, if not actually in service. She never spoke of it, not that I can remember.” Tipping her head to the side as a small stream of memories flowed through her thoughts, little hints missed, a tiny question nudged here and there. “I’ve always felt there was more to her than she let on.” Finally a small chuckle. “And though her skills speak more loudly than explanations, there may still be a few questions we might like to ply her with! Especially should she beat all odds and win!”
(Much as she’d love to give bonus to all, Ber nominates Eldrith for Bonus Roll)
Ber hadn’t moved, hadn’t noticed those around her, her feet spaced shoulders apart, arms crossed, body slightly arched backwards, face nearly expressionless after the initial surprise of seeing Eldrith fight like ... well, she wasn’t exactly sure! She kept her eyes riveted on the fighters.
She tried very hard to keep focused on Eldrith, indignant at the taunts tossed blithely her way, she slowly smiled that it didn’t seem to ruffle her ire. She was as cool as a trout in a spring stream!
But there was unmasked admiration at a few of the others, their attacks skillful and defense more so.
Visibly wincing at Taeth’s yield, happy to see Elvheimdros still in action, and curiosity piqued at the one called Ula, Ber didn’t immediately realized she was being addressed, and when she did, the blank look she turned to Amahdrill must’ve seemed impolite.
Shaking her head, she muttered in reply, “I’m ashamed to admit I honestly don’t know, Ama. It would certainly seem she was trained as one, if not actually in service. She never spoke of it, not that I can remember.” Tipping her head to the side as a small stream of memories flowed through her thoughts, little hints missed, a tiny question nudged here and there. “I’ve always felt there was more to her than she let on.” Finally a small chuckle. “And though her skills speak more loudly than explanations, there may still be a few questions we might like to ply her with! Especially should she beat all odds and win!”
(Much as she’d love to give bonus to all, Ber nominates Eldrith for Bonus Roll)
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Nymlac, spectating
Thalionwen was summoned away to help as a haelend just when he'd approached her about her bonus nominations for the competitors. It was a shame, he was sure she might have been a willing customer. No matter. It seemed no one wanted to bribe him for bonus rolls, though he was still open to being approached for any last-minute bets. Perhaps the audience at Mx Meduseld had been more open to such opportunities, but there was no use dwelling on it now.
He returned to his seat and took another swallow from his flask as he assessed those who remained. Should he cheer for Eldrith the surprisingly skilled pubmistress or Elvheimdros the former Cavalry wigend much like himself? He drummed his fingers on the handle of his cane walking stick while he considered.
Below Ducky's shouting about the power of the duck warrior, of which Nymlac wondered how being a warrior of a children's bathtub toy might be of any help in the arena, he heard quite a few voices of his fellow Rohirrim cheering for Eldrith. That decided it. While he appreciated and admired the valor of all shieldmaidens, regardless of whether they were Rohir or not, he also felt a very small and very faint kinship to the last remaining ex-Cavalry champion even though he felt a small twinge of envy for Elvh's fully-functioning limbs.
Nymlac nominates Elvheimdros for bonus roll
Thalionwen was summoned away to help as a haelend just when he'd approached her about her bonus nominations for the competitors. It was a shame, he was sure she might have been a willing customer. No matter. It seemed no one wanted to bribe him for bonus rolls, though he was still open to being approached for any last-minute bets. Perhaps the audience at Mx Meduseld had been more open to such opportunities, but there was no use dwelling on it now.
He returned to his seat and took another swallow from his flask as he assessed those who remained. Should he cheer for Eldrith the surprisingly skilled pubmistress or Elvheimdros the former Cavalry wigend much like himself? He drummed his fingers on the handle of his cane walking stick while he considered.
Below Ducky's shouting about the power of the duck warrior, of which Nymlac wondered how being a warrior of a children's bathtub toy might be of any help in the arena, he heard quite a few voices of his fellow Rohirrim cheering for Eldrith. That decided it. While he appreciated and admired the valor of all shieldmaidens, regardless of whether they were Rohir or not, he also felt a very small and very faint kinship to the last remaining ex-Cavalry champion even though he felt a small twinge of envy for Elvh's fully-functioning limbs.
Nymlac nominates Elvheimdros for bonus roll
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Turin had assisted Arnyn in her attack against Ula, and the target eliminated. That was two down that he’d helped take out. He had a very strong feeling he was going to be a target now. Especially since he’d made an attack on the crazy old man. What the heck was he doing anyway?
He heard the old man shouting something about his organs. “What?” Turin thought. The old guy couldn’t be all there. He then saw in the corner of his eye the guy fall over. “What on earth?” he mumbled to himself.
He then heard a banging on a shield. It could barely be heard over the sound of the crowd. “Great. My fears are justified. I’m a big target now.” He thought to himself. He turned to face his assailant. The shield was going to be a problem. Being proficient with a sword, he didn’t really fear the sword his opponent had, but a shield could make attacking them tricky. Thankfully, he had a strategy. If explained, it sounded both obvious and stupid, but it was the truth. Attack where the shield isn’t.
Bouncing on his toes a few times, he made sure his legs were loose to be able to jump about to get around his opponent’s shield, and any other attacks that could come.
Turin attempted to dodge or parry any attacks from his opponent’s blade, then feinted with knife to draw shield one direction, to attack with his somewhere else with his sword.
Attack Elvheimdros x2
Defend self
3 lives
He heard the old man shouting something about his organs. “What?” Turin thought. The old guy couldn’t be all there. He then saw in the corner of his eye the guy fall over. “What on earth?” he mumbled to himself.
He then heard a banging on a shield. It could barely be heard over the sound of the crowd. “Great. My fears are justified. I’m a big target now.” He thought to himself. He turned to face his assailant. The shield was going to be a problem. Being proficient with a sword, he didn’t really fear the sword his opponent had, but a shield could make attacking them tricky. Thankfully, he had a strategy. If explained, it sounded both obvious and stupid, but it was the truth. Attack where the shield isn’t.
Bouncing on his toes a few times, he made sure his legs were loose to be able to jump about to get around his opponent’s shield, and any other attacks that could come.
Turin attempted to dodge or parry any attacks from his opponent’s blade, then feinted with knife to draw shield one direction, to attack with his somewhere else with his sword.
Attack Elvheimdros x2
Defend self
3 lives
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She was so distracted that Thali's comments were still ringing in her ears, and by the time Allacan registered them Thali had already efficiently dealt with her drunk, sleeping patient and returned to the stands. "...the Cavalry turned me down when I tested for reentry." "What, WHAT?!" Allacan spluttered belatedly, far too late for Thali to hear her incredulity. That was yet another conversation she would have to have, when this was all over and done with.
Allacan's distraction from her patient Frost had been brief, but it had been sufficient for him to regain some of his senses and retreat delicately to the nearby spectator stands. On realising he had escaped her ministrations Allacan contemplated going after him to ensure he was well cared for, but moments later Taeth appeared by his side and she decided . she did however note the familiar- between the two of them; this was the second time she had seen them intimately close to each other - and her eyebrow arched. If this gentleman was indeed the individual responsible for the assault and theft of a candied-apple from the child in the Riddermarket, then she was not sure that she approved of him being so familiar with the Eastmark Pæthfindian. She was suddenly overcome with protectiveness for her comrade and found herself making a mental note to speak to Taeth, should she be offered the chance. Or perhaps catching Frost alone for a quiet word.
A second later, and movement caught her eye; a burly Rohir gentlemen was trying to force his way through the crowd towards where Frost and Taeth were seated, a furious look of pure murder painted on his face, and it took a moment for Allacan to recognise the woman trying to hold him back as the mother of the child who had been molested in the Riddermarket. She suddenly realised what was about to happen if she did not intervene, and as much as she had her suspicions about the dark-haired gentleman she was not keen on allowing the general populace to take justice into their own hands in the name of vengeance. She snatched up a piece of her marking paper and a quill and scribbled a quick note before hurrying through the audience until she was passing beside Taeth. She surreptitiously slipped it into Taeth's hand before continuing past her to intercept the approaching family "My, what a show this is turning out to be! Did you see that wizard chap take out the orc? Impressive wasn't it?!" she said loudly, making sure to get directly between the burly gents' eye-line and the pair so as to cover their getaway.
Spectator nominations for Round Four so far:-
Elvh has been nominated by @Elarith and @Lailorn
Eldrith has been nominated by @Amadhrill and @Bereth
Arnyn has been nominated by @Ta'leus Shieldsong
@Frostbite, @Taethowen and @Dimcairien Luiniel I presume you three disqualified competitors aren't wanting to nominate any of the remaining competitors for bonus dice next round?
Allacan's distraction from her patient Frost had been brief, but it had been sufficient for him to regain some of his senses and retreat delicately to the nearby spectator stands. On realising he had escaped her ministrations Allacan contemplated going after him to ensure he was well cared for, but moments later Taeth appeared by his side and she decided . she did however note the familiar- between the two of them; this was the second time she had seen them intimately close to each other - and her eyebrow arched. If this gentleman was indeed the individual responsible for the assault and theft of a candied-apple from the child in the Riddermarket, then she was not sure that she approved of him being so familiar with the Eastmark Pæthfindian. She was suddenly overcome with protectiveness for her comrade and found herself making a mental note to speak to Taeth, should she be offered the chance. Or perhaps catching Frost alone for a quiet word.
A second later, and movement caught her eye; a burly Rohir gentlemen was trying to force his way through the crowd towards where Frost and Taeth were seated, a furious look of pure murder painted on his face, and it took a moment for Allacan to recognise the woman trying to hold him back as the mother of the child who had been molested in the Riddermarket. She suddenly realised what was about to happen if she did not intervene, and as much as she had her suspicions about the dark-haired gentleman she was not keen on allowing the general populace to take justice into their own hands in the name of vengeance. She snatched up a piece of her marking paper and a quill and scribbled a quick note before hurrying through the audience until she was passing beside Taeth. She surreptitiously slipped it into Taeth's hand before continuing past her to intercept the approaching family "My, what a show this is turning out to be! Did you see that wizard chap take out the orc? Impressive wasn't it?!" she said loudly, making sure to get directly between the burly gents' eye-line and the pair so as to cover their getaway.
There are just under 11 hours remaining in the second round for competitors to post their submissions and for spectator nominations.
@Arnyn and @Eldrith:- If you fail to post in time, your attacks will be wasted and all your Defence dice will be used to defend yourself.
@Arnyn and @Eldrith:- If you fail to post in time, your attacks will be wasted and all your Defence dice will be used to defend yourself.
Additionally,
AT THE END OF ROUND THREE THE GAME WILL GO TO SUDDEN DEATH
I will post the rules for sudden death round along with the results of Round Three
AT THE END OF ROUND THREE THE GAME WILL GO TO SUDDEN DEATH
I will post the rules for sudden death round along with the results of Round Three
Spectator nominations for Round Four so far:-
Elvh has been nominated by @Elarith and @Lailorn
Eldrith has been nominated by @Amadhrill and @Bereth
Arnyn has been nominated by @Ta'leus Shieldsong
@Frostbite, @Taethowen and @Dimcairien Luiniel I presume you three disqualified competitors aren't wanting to nominate any of the remaining competitors for bonus dice next round?
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Ta'leus had never been to the Summer Festival at Edoras. He had heard many tales told by travelers visiting the inns of Minas Tirith, but had yet to visit himself. When his friend Arnyn mentioned her desire to travel to Edoras to see it, and perhaps even take part in their great tournament, he leapt at the opportunity. For too long he had sat idle, or so he thought, and the chance to ride across the plains and hills of Rohan and partake in the large festival was too good a thing to pass up. So they had set out together, some time ago, and ridden the long way from the capital of Gondor to Rohan's. Across many valleys and ferns they rode, stopping occasionally in small villages along the way. With time they came to Edoras though, and set about to find a reputable inn to stay in and house their horses. After a brief argument of exactly where to stay, they found an inn that was agreeable to the both of them and unburdened themselves of their belongings there.
Arnyn immediately wished to leave the inn and begin exploring the festival, but Ta'leus was sore from riding so long. His thighs ached, for he was out of practice as a horseman, from months of sitting idly in the stone walls of Minas Tirith. "I think, Arnyn, that I will rest awhile. Go on without me, I will catch you at the tournament later. And with that he turned his back and fell asleep on his bed of hay, beneath a heavy woolen blanket that left him drenched in sweat when he awoke later. When he finally did wake up, he looked out a nearby window to see the sun had gone farther across the sky than he had hoped. He had surely missed Arnyn's first fight, but he made his way out of the inn immediately to try and catch the next.
Arnyn immediately wished to leave the inn and begin exploring the festival, but Ta'leus was sore from riding so long. His thighs ached, for he was out of practice as a horseman, from months of sitting idly in the stone walls of Minas Tirith. "I think, Arnyn, that I will rest awhile. Go on without me, I will catch you at the tournament later. And with that he turned his back and fell asleep on his bed of hay, beneath a heavy woolen blanket that left him drenched in sweat when he awoke later. When he finally did wake up, he looked out a nearby window to see the sun had gone farther across the sky than he had hoped. He had surely missed Arnyn's first fight, but he made his way out of the inn immediately to try and catch the next.
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OOC @Ta'leus Shieldsong Welcome to the madness, better late than never! Did you want to nominate Arnyn for a Bonus Dice in the next round, and increase her potential for surviving the tournament as it goes to sudden death? Please reply as soon as possible so I can take this into consideration, ta.
EDIT RESPONSE TO BELOW REPLY; Awesome, I added your nomination to the earlier update
EDIT RESPONSE TO BELOW REPLY; Awesome, I added your nomination to the earlier update
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OOC: Allafyrefleortlig, yes that would be fantastic!
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Quick OOC: Yeah, you are correct Alla, Frost doesn't care who wins at this point, I'm entirely sure he remembers there's a melee going on right now
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*She'd taken the time to catch her breath, her skirt torn, the melee before her strangely... unfolding. It seems.. most had forgotten her or dismissed her as much as they had in the beginning. For a moment she looked at Arnyn, the only other woman in the battle and just like she.. unattended. A slow smile curved her lips. Could it be? Then again... she had a debt to fulfill... her strides took her quickly back across the arena. There was something both smooth and determined in her motions as she ranged herself on Elv's left side, away from his sword hand. As Turin moved in for his swift attack on Elvh, Eldrith's own blade flashed out and forward to parry the blow, before pivoting back, hopefully hurrying out of range of both.
Once more it seemed clear she was not trained. Or at least not trained as a rohirrim as she backed away from the fight and moved over to Ducky who has in fetal position. One did not leave an enemy on the field, with the potential to attack you once your back was turned. If anything, on the battlefield.. it might be a mercy killing. She kept a close eye on that staff as she neared, the shortsword flashed twice, once in a stab diagonally underneath the ribs, where if the sword was real it would hit upwards and into those lungs and one stab, in which she pulled the strength to make certain it was not a killing blow despite the use of a waster, to the back of the neck*
Defense Elvh (1)
Defense self (2)
Attack Ducky (2)
Once more it seemed clear she was not trained. Or at least not trained as a rohirrim as she backed away from the fight and moved over to Ducky who has in fetal position. One did not leave an enemy on the field, with the potential to attack you once your back was turned. If anything, on the battlefield.. it might be a mercy killing. She kept a close eye on that staff as she neared, the shortsword flashed twice, once in a stab diagonally underneath the ribs, where if the sword was real it would hit upwards and into those lungs and one stab, in which she pulled the strength to make certain it was not a killing blow despite the use of a waster, to the back of the neck*
Defense Elvh (1)
Defense self (2)
Attack Ducky (2)
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Taethowen, human, she/her
Frost had turned his dazed gaze to Taeth at the touch of her hand, but before he could respond to her inquiry, there was some sort of commotion in the crowd. Taeth turned, placing herself between Frost and the audience. A mere moment later, a scrap of paper was pressed into her hand as the Campian campwisa brushed past them.
"Frost, do you know that man?" she asked, noting that the campwisa had directly intercepted the burly Rohir, and seemed to be trying to distract him from heading in their direction. Without taking the time to read the note, Taeth grabbed Frost's wrist and pulled him back into the hæland's corner without waiting for an answer.
Taeth opened up the note in her hand, and the first few sentences spurred her into action.
Do me a favour and get your friend out of here. Quick! The door behind the healer's corner is open and will bring you out near the old Æthelmund pub. I'll explain later.
Taeth would have to read the rest of it later.
"We need to leave," she said to Frost. "Are you all right to walk?"
"Of course," Frost said, and took a few steps as if to prove it. Taeth could tell that he thought he was fine, but she noticed that he stumbled, and rolled her eyes. Oh well, there wasn't much to be done about it at this point. It wasn't like she could carry him.
"There," she said, pointing out the door mentioned in the note once she spotted it. "That door."
Once she had Frost through the door and out into the afternoon light, Taeth breathed a sigh of relief. They would have to traverse through the Riddermarket to reach the M. Meduseld tent. It was tempting to stop at her shop and make sure that they weren't being followed, but she hadn't brought the key with her to the Campian tournament.
OOC note: Permission granted for mild godmodding from @Frostbite
Frost had turned his dazed gaze to Taeth at the touch of her hand, but before he could respond to her inquiry, there was some sort of commotion in the crowd. Taeth turned, placing herself between Frost and the audience. A mere moment later, a scrap of paper was pressed into her hand as the Campian campwisa brushed past them.
"Frost, do you know that man?" she asked, noting that the campwisa had directly intercepted the burly Rohir, and seemed to be trying to distract him from heading in their direction. Without taking the time to read the note, Taeth grabbed Frost's wrist and pulled him back into the hæland's corner without waiting for an answer.
Taeth opened up the note in her hand, and the first few sentences spurred her into action.
Do me a favour and get your friend out of here. Quick! The door behind the healer's corner is open and will bring you out near the old Æthelmund pub. I'll explain later.
Taeth would have to read the rest of it later.
"We need to leave," she said to Frost. "Are you all right to walk?"
"Of course," Frost said, and took a few steps as if to prove it. Taeth could tell that he thought he was fine, but she noticed that he stumbled, and rolled her eyes. Oh well, there wasn't much to be done about it at this point. It wasn't like she could carry him.
"There," she said, pointing out the door mentioned in the note once she spotted it. "That door."
Once she had Frost through the door and out into the afternoon light, Taeth breathed a sigh of relief. They would have to traverse through the Riddermarket to reach the M. Meduseld tent. It was tempting to stop at her shop and make sure that they weren't being followed, but she hadn't brought the key with her to the Campian tournament.
OOC note: Permission granted for mild godmodding from @Frostbite
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Ula was winded after Arnyn's attacks - yet despite Ula being an opponent in the melee, Arnyn was still glad to see that Ula saved herself from injury by yielding, and that someone in the stands cired out and gave the woman time to stumble away from the arena. While injury was always a risk in tournaments such as these, even with blunted weapons, Arnyn firmly believed it should never be sought after.
Yet Ducky was proving more of a contender than he looked - thus only proving Arnyn's theory that he was feigning his incompetence. The utter rascal! To make it even worse, he was now attacking Turin - her countryman and fellow Hyandaner at heart.
All of it was entirely unacceptable. And it seemed like Eldrith was of a like mind. Arnyn had always liked her, to be honest.
Even though she was too late to help Turin against Ducky's attacks, she could still retaliate against him. "Put a halt to the incessant nonsense sprouting from your lips!" Arnyn exclaimed as she moved to strike at Ducky, meanwhile watching her legs and feet for the staff Ducky was swinging around low to the ground. Quick on her feet, she approached and hopped in between Ducky's swings, to stab down with her wooden sword at his ridiculously curled up shape. It was as if he took none of this seriously; almost as if he was laughing at all the honorable and capable competitors of the tournament. Arnyn's full strength was not behind the stab, of course - that would be inappropriate in a contest such as this, but if it were to find its target, there would definitely be a lingering sting.
"And behave like the warrior you are, not the fool you wish to portray!" She hopped up again to evade the next swing of Ducky's staff and moved to stab down a second time.
Perhaps this time Ducky would not manage to evade her so deftly. By rights, at least one of her attacks should strike home... And with her joining Eldrith's barrage, it did not look too well for the man.
Attack Ducky x2
Defend... self? lol
Arnyn
2 lives
Yet Ducky was proving more of a contender than he looked - thus only proving Arnyn's theory that he was feigning his incompetence. The utter rascal! To make it even worse, he was now attacking Turin - her countryman and fellow Hyandaner at heart.
All of it was entirely unacceptable. And it seemed like Eldrith was of a like mind. Arnyn had always liked her, to be honest.
Even though she was too late to help Turin against Ducky's attacks, she could still retaliate against him. "Put a halt to the incessant nonsense sprouting from your lips!" Arnyn exclaimed as she moved to strike at Ducky, meanwhile watching her legs and feet for the staff Ducky was swinging around low to the ground. Quick on her feet, she approached and hopped in between Ducky's swings, to stab down with her wooden sword at his ridiculously curled up shape. It was as if he took none of this seriously; almost as if he was laughing at all the honorable and capable competitors of the tournament. Arnyn's full strength was not behind the stab, of course - that would be inappropriate in a contest such as this, but if it were to find its target, there would definitely be a lingering sting.
"And behave like the warrior you are, not the fool you wish to portray!" She hopped up again to evade the next swing of Ducky's staff and moved to stab down a second time.
Perhaps this time Ducky would not manage to evade her so deftly. By rights, at least one of her attacks should strike home... And with her joining Eldrith's barrage, it did not look too well for the man.
Attack Ducky x2
Defend... self? lol
Arnyn
2 lives
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Elvh's eyes alight on Turin, and respectfully gains the Hyandaner's attention with a rap of sword on shield. Not one to shy away from a challenge, Turin turned to face off against Elvh, and the two mighty warriors eyed each other warily; Elvh a calm embodiment of stolid ruthlessness, Turin a swift-footed paragon of lethal agility.
Meanwhile Ducky opts for a little Shire-courage and struts about with all arrogance of his namesake, then sees that Turin is distracted by the one-on-one confrontation with Elvh. He rushes recklessly forwards, unfortunately entirely oblivious to the prowling Arnyn who spots his swift action and closes in to intercept him before he reaches her ally.
Close by, Eldrith narrowly blocks Turin's first strike at Elvh but in doing so, becomes once again separated from her ally as Elvh easily side-steps away from Turin's second assault but unfortunately moving in the opposite direction to his ally.
Spotting the mad dash of Ducky towards Turin and seeing Arnyn closing in on his flank, Eldrith mirrors the Gondorian's actions from the other side and the two close in on Ducky in a pincer movement that catches him entirely unawares. At the last minute he stumbles onto his hands and knees, managing to unknowingly avoid Arnyn's stabbing sword, but that takes him directly into the path of the wiley Eldrith's short-sword which stabs upwards diagonally underneath the ribs, further winding him.
For a moment Ducky failed to realise what had happened, and he thought it was his own chest beating that had winded him. It took a little while for the signals in his brain to reach his arms, which continued their assault on Turin's ankles even as he gasped and exclaimed in surprise. He managed a few weak strikes towards Turin, the first of which misses wildly but the second clipping him heavily across the shin and almost making Turin stumble, before Ducky curled up on the ground in a fetal position to nurse his bruised ribs. Arnyn and Eldrith close in on him. For a moment it looked like the two ruthless warrior-women - who clearly suspected this to be yet another one of his ploys - were going to lay heavily into him there and then. But before they could strike at him, they were waylaid in an entirely unexpected manner. Realising Allacan is for some reason distracted by a bulky gentleman in the crowd, with the angry war-cry of "NO REPAIRS!" @Thalionwen Hunigfolm broke all protocol and rules for spectators by diving into the ring in defence of her cheese-boat buddy. (I will leave it to Thali to decide exactly how she berates you both).
At the same moment as Ducky's second strike lands on the Gondorian man, Elvh stabs towards Turin torso, but the Hyandaner was too swift on his feet and, leaning into his moment of unbalance, rolled sideways and came promptly back up onto his feet, easily dancing away from Elvh second assault untouched. Back on his feet, he turned to face Elvh again, both warriors continuing on their last legs, tenacious and resilient to the end.
@Elvheimdros
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Turin twice and defended themselves twice (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: Eldrith
Attacks on them: 2 = Turin x2
- Turin rolled a 4 against Eldrith's Defence of 4 - Turin's first attack misses
- Turin rolled a 2 against Elvh's Defence of 7 - Turin's second attack misses
1 life remaining
@Turin Ringhûn
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Elvh twice and defended themselves
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 4 = Ducky x2, Elvh x2
- Ducky rolled a 4 against Turin's Defence of 8 - Ducky's first attack misses
- Elvh rolled a 4 against Turin's Defence of 6 - Elvh's first attack misses
- Ducky attacks an undefended Turin - Ducky's second attack automatically hits
- Elvh attacks an undefended Turin - Elvh's second attack automatically hits
1 life remaining
@Eldrith
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ducky twice, defended Elvh once and defended themselves once (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: NONE
3 lives remaining
Ducky (@KingODuckingham)
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Turin twice and defended themselves
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 4 = Eldrith x2, Arnyn x2
- Arnyn rolled a 4 against Ducky's Defence of 6 - Arnyn's first attack misses
- Eldrith rolled a 6 against Ducky's Defence of 5 - Eldrith's first attack hits
- Arnyn attacks an undefended Ducky - Arnyn's second attack automatically hits
- Eldrith attacks an undefended Ducky - Eldrith's second attack automatically hits
0 lives remaining - DUCKY IS ELIMINATED BUT SUSTAINS NO INJURY THANKS TO @Thalionwen Hunigfolm (NOT QUITE LEGAL) NOMINATION
@Arnyn
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ducky twice and defended themselves
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: NONE
2 lives remaining
In the sudden death round, each competitor will only receive one attack (plus any bonus attacks detailed below) and there will be no Defence dice.
To reflect the initial adrenaline-rush wearing off and battle-weariness setting in, all attacks will be against a passive Defence value of 3. The d6 attack dice must roll either a 4, 5 or a 6 to hit, any attack roll equal to or lower than 3 will miss. Each time an attack hits, a competitor loses a life and must yield if they have run out of lives.
In the event of a tie on attacks (i.e. all remaining competitors lose their last life simultaneously in the same round) the winner will be determined by the competitor with the most spectator nominations, the idea being that this person's blow was spurred on by the cheering crowd and therefore lands a moment before their opponent's strike.
In the event that there is also a tie in spectator nominations, the winner will be determined by rolling a dice with a number of sides equal to the number of competitors who have tied (yes, I own four-sided, three-sided and two-sided dice. No, the two sided-dice is not a coin. Yes, I am perfectly comfortable with how geeky that makes me).
Bonus Dice from Spectator nominations for Round Four:-
Elvh has been nominated by @Elarith and Nymlac (@Lailorn) and receives one bonus attack dice
Eldrith has been nominated by @Amadhrill and @Bereth and receives one bonus attack dice
Arnyn has been nominated by @Ta'leus Shieldsong and receives one bonus attack dice
ALSO, because the GM is sad that Turin has thus far not received any spectator nominations or GM dice, @Turin Ringhûn's first Defence value will be a passive 5, which means the first attack against Turin will have to roll a 6 to hit. After the first attack against him, Turin will have the same passive Defence value as everyone else, being a value of 3.
From here on in, competitors cannot received additional bonus dice from spectator nominations.
However, in the event of a tie on attacks (i.e. all remaining competitors lose their last life simultaneously in the same round) the winner will be determined by the competitor with the most spectator nominations, the idea being that this person's blow was spurred on by the cheering crowd, and therefore lands a moment before their opponent's strike. I WANT TO SEE ALL YOU SPECTATORS OUT THERE CHEERING NICE AND LOUD with your choice of winner in BOLD BLACK at the bottom of your post.
Meanwhile Ducky opts for a little Shire-courage and struts about with all arrogance of his namesake, then sees that Turin is distracted by the one-on-one confrontation with Elvh. He rushes recklessly forwards, unfortunately entirely oblivious to the prowling Arnyn who spots his swift action and closes in to intercept him before he reaches her ally.
Close by, Eldrith narrowly blocks Turin's first strike at Elvh but in doing so, becomes once again separated from her ally as Elvh easily side-steps away from Turin's second assault but unfortunately moving in the opposite direction to his ally.
Spotting the mad dash of Ducky towards Turin and seeing Arnyn closing in on his flank, Eldrith mirrors the Gondorian's actions from the other side and the two close in on Ducky in a pincer movement that catches him entirely unawares. At the last minute he stumbles onto his hands and knees, managing to unknowingly avoid Arnyn's stabbing sword, but that takes him directly into the path of the wiley Eldrith's short-sword which stabs upwards diagonally underneath the ribs, further winding him.
For a moment Ducky failed to realise what had happened, and he thought it was his own chest beating that had winded him. It took a little while for the signals in his brain to reach his arms, which continued their assault on Turin's ankles even as he gasped and exclaimed in surprise. He managed a few weak strikes towards Turin, the first of which misses wildly but the second clipping him heavily across the shin and almost making Turin stumble, before Ducky curled up on the ground in a fetal position to nurse his bruised ribs. Arnyn and Eldrith close in on him. For a moment it looked like the two ruthless warrior-women - who clearly suspected this to be yet another one of his ploys - were going to lay heavily into him there and then. But before they could strike at him, they were waylaid in an entirely unexpected manner. Realising Allacan is for some reason distracted by a bulky gentleman in the crowd, with the angry war-cry of "NO REPAIRS!" @Thalionwen Hunigfolm broke all protocol and rules for spectators by diving into the ring in defence of her cheese-boat buddy. (I will leave it to Thali to decide exactly how she berates you both).
At the same moment as Ducky's second strike lands on the Gondorian man, Elvh stabs towards Turin torso, but the Hyandaner was too swift on his feet and, leaning into his moment of unbalance, rolled sideways and came promptly back up onto his feet, easily dancing away from Elvh second assault untouched. Back on his feet, he turned to face Elvh again, both warriors continuing on their last legs, tenacious and resilient to the end.
ROUND THREE RESULTS
@Elvheimdros
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Turin twice and defended themselves twice (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: Eldrith
Attacks on them: 2 = Turin x2
- Turin rolled a 4 against Eldrith's Defence of 4 - Turin's first attack misses
- Turin rolled a 2 against Elvh's Defence of 7 - Turin's second attack misses
1 life remaining
@Turin Ringhûn
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Elvh twice and defended themselves
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 4 = Ducky x2, Elvh x2
- Ducky rolled a 4 against Turin's Defence of 8 - Ducky's first attack misses
- Elvh rolled a 4 against Turin's Defence of 6 - Elvh's first attack misses
- Ducky attacks an undefended Turin - Ducky's second attack automatically hits
- Elvh attacks an undefended Turin - Elvh's second attack automatically hits
1 life remaining
@Eldrith
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ducky twice, defended Elvh once and defended themselves once (bonus defence dice)
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: NONE
3 lives remaining
Ducky (@KingODuckingham)
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Turin twice and defended themselves
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: 4 = Eldrith x2, Arnyn x2
- Arnyn rolled a 4 against Ducky's Defence of 6 - Arnyn's first attack misses
- Eldrith rolled a 6 against Ducky's Defence of 5 - Eldrith's first attack hits
- Arnyn attacks an undefended Ducky - Arnyn's second attack automatically hits
- Eldrith attacks an undefended Ducky - Eldrith's second attack automatically hits
0 lives remaining - DUCKY IS ELIMINATED BUT SUSTAINS NO INJURY THANKS TO @Thalionwen Hunigfolm (NOT QUITE LEGAL) NOMINATION
@Arnyn
(In addition to their default first defence of themselves) They attacked Ducky twice and defended themselves
Bonus defences granted to them from others: NONE
Attacks on them: NONE
2 lives remaining
WELCOME TO SUDDEN DEATH!
In the sudden death round, each competitor will only receive one attack (plus any bonus attacks detailed below) and there will be no Defence dice.
To reflect the initial adrenaline-rush wearing off and battle-weariness setting in, all attacks will be against a passive Defence value of 3. The d6 attack dice must roll either a 4, 5 or a 6 to hit, any attack roll equal to or lower than 3 will miss. Each time an attack hits, a competitor loses a life and must yield if they have run out of lives.
In the event of a tie on attacks (i.e. all remaining competitors lose their last life simultaneously in the same round) the winner will be determined by the competitor with the most spectator nominations, the idea being that this person's blow was spurred on by the cheering crowd and therefore lands a moment before their opponent's strike.
In the event that there is also a tie in spectator nominations, the winner will be determined by rolling a dice with a number of sides equal to the number of competitors who have tied (yes, I own four-sided, three-sided and two-sided dice. No, the two sided-dice is not a coin. Yes, I am perfectly comfortable with how geeky that makes me).
Bonus Dice from Spectator nominations for Round Four:-
Elvh has been nominated by @Elarith and Nymlac (@Lailorn) and receives one bonus attack dice
Eldrith has been nominated by @Amadhrill and @Bereth and receives one bonus attack dice
Arnyn has been nominated by @Ta'leus Shieldsong and receives one bonus attack dice
ALSO, because the GM is sad that Turin has thus far not received any spectator nominations or GM dice, @Turin Ringhûn's first Defence value will be a passive 5, which means the first attack against Turin will have to roll a 6 to hit. After the first attack against him, Turin will have the same passive Defence value as everyone else, being a value of 3.
RULE CHANGE FOR SPECTATORS
From here on in, competitors cannot received additional bonus dice from spectator nominations.
However, in the event of a tie on attacks (i.e. all remaining competitors lose their last life simultaneously in the same round) the winner will be determined by the competitor with the most spectator nominations, the idea being that this person's blow was spurred on by the cheering crowd, and therefore lands a moment before their opponent's strike. I WANT TO SEE ALL YOU SPECTATORS OUT THERE CHEERING NICE AND LOUD with your choice of winner in BOLD BLACK at the bottom of your post.
SUDDEN DEATH TURN ONE HAS BEGUN and will close midnight PST on 18th July (which is 3am on 19th July EST, or 8am on 19th July for BST) OR ONCE EVERY REMAINING COMPETITOR HAS POSTED THEIR ATTACK(S); whichever comes first.
Unlike previous rounds, if you fail to post your attack in time you will be caught out by one of your competitors and will immediately lose a life. This is sudden death after all!
Unlike previous rounds, if you fail to post your attack in time you will be caught out by one of your competitors and will immediately lose a life. This is sudden death after all!
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Thalionwen, Perpetually Bad At Remaining A Spectator
For the second time this tournament, Thalionwen found herself abruptly leaving a conversation to launch herself into the fray. Honestly it was a bit of a theme with her--she had no capacity for sitting on the sidelines of, well, anything.
This time, it was the fate of her trusty tub races partner and friend, Ducky, that prompted her sudden intervention. Perhaps Ducky's antics had fooled some, but Thali possessed a healer's trained eye and could tell a ruse from a true injury at 100 paces. Arnyn and Eldrith, it seemed, could not.
As they closed in on the defenseless Ducky, obviously bent on further bludgeoning a downed man, Thali once again flew into the ring.
"NO REPAIRS!!!!!" she shouted angrily to draw the attention of Eldrith and Arnyn away from her incapacitated friend. Then, heedless of potential injury, she took her place, standing over Ducky with eyes blazing.
"This is an old, frail, and clearly mentally unstable wizard you're dealing with!" she scolded. "He's had enough--you need to let him be! How would you feel if I were out here giving your ealdefaders a beating? Shame on you both."
Holding out a hand to the gasping Ducky, Thalionwen shook her head in consternation.
"It was always going to end in bruises," she chided the wizard. "Why don't you come have a sit down with me? I've got ginger biscuits and kettle corn and I think there might be another tomato left at the bottom of my bag, if you want to throw it at somebody. It can be very cathartic."
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Nymlac, spectating and still desperately seeking bribes, do you want him to run out of alcohol starve?
Well then. Nymlac was floored. He had never expected Eldrith to last this long. Arnyn and Turin, sure, they seemed to be adept warriors as neighbors from the south and of course he knew Elvh would last a few rounds. He eyed Ducky with a small measure of pity as he curled up in a ball.
He drained the last of his flask and scowled. Tipping it upside-down over his mouth, a single drop spilled out. Not even enough to bother swallowing. It was a good thing Nymlac kissed his pride goodbye a long time ago.
He stood up on his seat and waved his cane walking stick in the air, managing to balance on his one good leg as he shouted to all the spectators: "Bribes for bonuses! BRIBES FOR BONUSES! Come on down!"
He spared Allacan a very brief sidelong glance in case she had ideas of kicking him out for unsportsman-like spectator conduct, but she'd allowed Thalionwen an illegal move. At least he wasn't directly interfering. A man needed to keep his flask belly full after all.
Well then. Nymlac was floored. He had never expected Eldrith to last this long. Arnyn and Turin, sure, they seemed to be adept warriors as neighbors from the south and of course he knew Elvh would last a few rounds. He eyed Ducky with a small measure of pity as he curled up in a ball.
He drained the last of his flask and scowled. Tipping it upside-down over his mouth, a single drop spilled out. Not even enough to bother swallowing. It was a good thing Nymlac kissed his pride goodbye a long time ago.
He stood up on his seat and waved his cane walking stick in the air, managing to balance on his one good leg as he shouted to all the spectators: "Bribes for bonuses! BRIBES FOR BONUSES! Come on down!"
He spared Allacan a very brief sidelong glance in case she had ideas of kicking him out for unsportsman-like spectator conduct, but she'd allowed Thalionwen an illegal move. At least he wasn't directly interfering. A man needed to keep his flask belly full after all.
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Pele knew very well that she was late, very late rather; however, as they say: better late than never. And so she made her way into the spectator stands, a loaf of freshly baked bread in one hand, and a bit of it that she had just broken off in the other. She popped the small piece of bread in her mouth and munched on it, as she observed the situation on the battle grounds.
It seemed that there was some drama going on with what she guessed to be one of the spectators defending one of the participants which was down and hard beset by both Arnyn and Eldrith. Curious, she tilted her head and couldn't help but chuckle softly at the scene. Yet it was not what she was mostly interested in. Her two comrades were still holding on, though Turin seemed rather tired.
Having satisfied her hunger with some bread and evaluated the overall situation, Pele called out: "Hul Hyandaner! Go, Turin! Go, Arnyn!"
Assuming that the competition would not last too long anyway, she remained standing to see everything better and yell out appropriate encouragements in due time.
~~~~~
Nominating Arnyn
It seemed that there was some drama going on with what she guessed to be one of the spectators defending one of the participants which was down and hard beset by both Arnyn and Eldrith. Curious, she tilted her head and couldn't help but chuckle softly at the scene. Yet it was not what she was mostly interested in. Her two comrades were still holding on, though Turin seemed rather tired.
Having satisfied her hunger with some bread and evaluated the overall situation, Pele called out: "Hul Hyandaner! Go, Turin! Go, Arnyn!"
Assuming that the competition would not last too long anyway, she remained standing to see everything better and yell out appropriate encouragements in due time.
~~~~~
Nominating Arnyn
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Bereth - Spectator
As the final round was announced, Ber sidled up closer to Ama and, fist against her chin after gesturing at Ama’s children, grinned at her, “they sure seemed to like Ducky! Now do you think we could tempt them to cheer for Eldrith?” Ber fished into the depths of the faded floral bag that was slung across her body, pulling out a whole handful of fluttery green ribbons. She’d hoped to cheer someone on at something as the festival unfolded. Knotting a handful of them together for each child, she paused to be granted permission before passing them out.
Though, she honestly wasn’t sure Eldrilth was fighting as a representative of Rohan, or a deeper loyalty to her original home ...
As the final round was announced, Ber sidled up closer to Ama and, fist against her chin after gesturing at Ama’s children, grinned at her, “they sure seemed to like Ducky! Now do you think we could tempt them to cheer for Eldrith?” Ber fished into the depths of the faded floral bag that was slung across her body, pulling out a whole handful of fluttery green ribbons. She’d hoped to cheer someone on at something as the festival unfolded. Knotting a handful of them together for each child, she paused to be granted permission before passing them out.
Though, she honestly wasn’t sure Eldrilth was fighting as a representative of Rohan, or a deeper loyalty to her original home ...
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Elvheimdros came in on his new opponent Turin and - stalled. Eldrith was back on his flank, trying to deal with Ducky and Turin at once; Ducky's flailing staff clipped Turin across the legs, but Elvh wasn't sure that was intentional. His own first lunge had been turned but once again the second hacking blow had connected as the Gondorian came to his feet again - but he'd similarly turned Turin's return attacks on his shield.
He was dimly aware there were only four combatants left now, but that passed in the background of his mind. He supposed he was leaving himself open - Eldrith still there and the other one from Mundburg - Arnyn - away in the corner of his eye past where they were dragging Ducky away. But he'd committed to this fight now.
He fell back a pace, taking a breath and trying to shrug more comfortably into the mail that was starting to feel heavy. He didn't think Turin would fall for the same attack again, so it was time to try something different. He lunged in again, this time putting his whole weight behind the shield as he crashed into the other man. As he hit, he threw a punch - hilt and pommel of a sword made a decent club even if the range was too small for a blade - at Turin's shoulder. If this didn't finish the fight, Turin should at least be off balance and he'd just have to try again.
Attack Turin x2
Defend self
Elvheimdros
1 life
He was dimly aware there were only four combatants left now, but that passed in the background of his mind. He supposed he was leaving himself open - Eldrith still there and the other one from Mundburg - Arnyn - away in the corner of his eye past where they were dragging Ducky away. But he'd committed to this fight now.
He fell back a pace, taking a breath and trying to shrug more comfortably into the mail that was starting to feel heavy. He didn't think Turin would fall for the same attack again, so it was time to try something different. He lunged in again, this time putting his whole weight behind the shield as he crashed into the other man. As he hit, he threw a punch - hilt and pommel of a sword made a decent club even if the range was too small for a blade - at Turin's shoulder. If this didn't finish the fight, Turin should at least be off balance and he'd just have to try again.
Attack Turin x2
Defend self
Elvheimdros
1 life
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Amadhrill - spectators stand
"We never had much time for chitchat, I just asumed she had lived a fairly boring life up until we suddenly had a pub together... she never talked of the past, and I never thought to ask much..." Ama shrugged towards @Bereth, realizing how little they knew about @Eldriths past. "I have seen Gondorian rangers train and fight, she reminds me of them..."
As the last round was announced, Ama cheered loudly for @Eldrith and @Elvheimdros and her smile widened into a grin at Bereths question. "Well, their champion is out, so I think they will easily be pursuaded to cheer for Eldrith!"
She waved for her husband and children to come over, barely taking her eyes away from the melee unfolding ever quicker. "Lady Bereth, this is my husband Frith, and our children Heardwine, Ædelwyn, and Glædwine. Frith, kids, this lady Bereth Freablod."
Frith offered a strong hand shake, Ædelwyn a small curtsy and the boys a small bow as they greeted the lady. Ama nodded smilingly to Bereth. "Sudden death! Oh, this is too exciting! I really can't believe Eldrith is still hanging on, and even doing it really well! And Elvh too, really defending the cavalry and Rohans honor. And those Gondorians too!"
Amadhrill cheers extra loudly for Eldrith and a little for all the contestants still left.
"We never had much time for chitchat, I just asumed she had lived a fairly boring life up until we suddenly had a pub together... she never talked of the past, and I never thought to ask much..." Ama shrugged towards @Bereth, realizing how little they knew about @Eldriths past. "I have seen Gondorian rangers train and fight, she reminds me of them..."
As the last round was announced, Ama cheered loudly for @Eldrith and @Elvheimdros and her smile widened into a grin at Bereths question. "Well, their champion is out, so I think they will easily be pursuaded to cheer for Eldrith!"
She waved for her husband and children to come over, barely taking her eyes away from the melee unfolding ever quicker. "Lady Bereth, this is my husband Frith, and our children Heardwine, Ædelwyn, and Glædwine. Frith, kids, this lady Bereth Freablod."
Frith offered a strong hand shake, Ædelwyn a small curtsy and the boys a small bow as they greeted the lady. Ama nodded smilingly to Bereth. "Sudden death! Oh, this is too exciting! I really can't believe Eldrith is still hanging on, and even doing it really well! And Elvh too, really defending the cavalry and Rohans honor. And those Gondorians too!"
Amadhrill cheers extra loudly for Eldrith and a little for all the contestants still left.
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Be warned, SUDDEN DEATH rounds are significantly shorter than previous rounds - only 48 hours in fact!
There are only approximately 5.5 hours remaining in the first First 'Sudden Death' Round for competitors to post their submissions and for spectator votes.
Also, unlike previous rounds, if you fail to post your attack in time you will be caught out by one of your competitors and will immediately lose a life.
This is sudden death after all!
@Eldrith @Arnyn @Turin Ringhûn be sure to get your post up ASAP; there is a slim chance I may be lazy and have a lie-in tomorrow morning, but I wouldn't count on it.
There are only approximately 5.5 hours remaining in the first First 'Sudden Death' Round for competitors to post their submissions and for spectator votes.
Also, unlike previous rounds, if you fail to post your attack in time you will be caught out by one of your competitors and will immediately lose a life.
This is sudden death after all!
@Eldrith @Arnyn @Turin Ringhûn be sure to get your post up ASAP; there is a slim chance I may be lazy and have a lie-in tomorrow morning, but I wouldn't count on it.
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Turin unfortunately was unable to land a blow on his shielded opponent. To make matters worse, the crazy old man who claimed to be a wizard even tripped him up. So he got hit himself. As he was trying to dodge, he felt as though he might have twisted his ankle a little bit.
There were only a handful of people left in the competition. Now with his mobility being hindered, he felt he wouldn’t make it through to the podium, if there was one. “Don’t think like that. You have to be positive. Believe you will win this competition.” He thought to himself.
Taking a few breathes to get his heart rate back under control, he scanned who remained. He was pleased his dear friend Arnyn was doing well. Deep down, he hoped, if he didn't make it, she would take the victory. It looked as though the shield user was still targeting him. Shaking his head lightly, he gritted his teeth to defend himself, and hopefully take them out instead."Alright you. May the best competitor win. But let's finish this." he said. His strategy was the same as the previous scrape. Attempt to dodge or parry any attacks from his opponent’s blade, then feint with knife to draw shield one direction, and attack somewhere else with his sword.
Attack Elvheimdros
Turin
1 life
There were only a handful of people left in the competition. Now with his mobility being hindered, he felt he wouldn’t make it through to the podium, if there was one. “Don’t think like that. You have to be positive. Believe you will win this competition.” He thought to himself.
Taking a few breathes to get his heart rate back under control, he scanned who remained. He was pleased his dear friend Arnyn was doing well. Deep down, he hoped, if he didn't make it, she would take the victory. It looked as though the shield user was still targeting him. Shaking his head lightly, he gritted his teeth to defend himself, and hopefully take them out instead."Alright you. May the best competitor win. But let's finish this." he said. His strategy was the same as the previous scrape. Attempt to dodge or parry any attacks from his opponent’s blade, then feint with knife to draw shield one direction, and attack somewhere else with his sword.
Attack Elvheimdros
Turin
1 life
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The scold of Thalionwen did not seem to phase her. In battle, leaving an enemy injured on the field to stab you in the back was a bad idea. And she HAD intended to pull her blow. Never the less she was wise enough NOT to anger a Haelend and therefore she nodded respectfully, and moved out of the way as Ducky was removed.
It was a split second decision to make, as she saw it unfold. Elv went for Turin, which.. made him an easy target. And Turin focused on Elv, which was no wonder. The two of them had been locked in combat the last round and both seemed determined to finish it.
There was a sharp analyses in her eyes, as she glanced to the two.. then cast one more look at Arnyn and, trying to skirt the fighting men (yes, pun intended) she moved to the side of Turin who was.. dodging and parrying swiftly but might not have expected the second attacker. The short sword flashed as she darted in swiftly in a rushed stab forwards towards the underbelly. If the sword were real, a gut wound was a painful and long way to die but with the wasters and the haelend in mind, it would at most be a deep bruise and depending on where it landed some days of rather painful water. For good measure she half turned to slam the buckler backwards to his face.
Attack Turin 2 times
Eldrith 3 lives
It was a split second decision to make, as she saw it unfold. Elv went for Turin, which.. made him an easy target. And Turin focused on Elv, which was no wonder. The two of them had been locked in combat the last round and both seemed determined to finish it.
There was a sharp analyses in her eyes, as she glanced to the two.. then cast one more look at Arnyn and, trying to skirt the fighting men (yes, pun intended) she moved to the side of Turin who was.. dodging and parrying swiftly but might not have expected the second attacker. The short sword flashed as she darted in swiftly in a rushed stab forwards towards the underbelly. If the sword were real, a gut wound was a painful and long way to die but with the wasters and the haelend in mind, it would at most be a deep bruise and depending on where it landed some days of rather painful water. For good measure she half turned to slam the buckler backwards to his face.
Attack Turin 2 times
Eldrith 3 lives
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Elvh and Turin had already been fighting, and it looked like their fight was going to continue. Arnyn considered joining Turin against Elvh for just a moment, to support her sword brother and maybe either grant him another round or at least help him take out his attacker, but the two men seemed evenly matched and it felt wrong to intervene. Especially after the last bout, where she had joined Eldrith in attacking Ducky...
Arnyn couldn't say she was annoyed at the woman who intervened (Thalionwen), because ultimately she appreciated the Rohir's move. Arnyn shouldn't have joined forces against someone who had been standing alone in the first place... she would not have that happen again, she decided.
And now here she was. Now here THEY were. Arnyn had figured that Eldrith would make a move for her, since the men were already engaged in a duel. It would have a certain poetry: man VS man, woman VS woman, Gondorians vs Rohirrim.
And yet... the former Ranger cook shot her a glance but then moved for Turin!
Arnyn gritted her teeth. While she couldn't deny part of her wanted the finale to be between women (to counter the traditionally dominant presence of men in such settings), while Eldrith and she had worked well together just before, and while technically Elvh was not standing as alone as Ducky had been now that Eldrith had chosen the same person to attack...
The next thought process happened in the blink of an eye:
Her heart and sense of self just couldn't accept it. She couldn't get herself to attack Elvh, and gang up on yet another, this time with Turin. And of course she wasn't about to be the third person to attack Turin, either!
No, there was but one option.
Even though this meant that, in case Turin was out and Elvh remained in the tournament, Arnyn would stand alone against both Eldrith and Elvh (whoch would greatly reduce her chances of winning)... she couldn't see any other way that wouldn't make her feel bad about her own behavior.
After but a split second, then, Arnyn moved for Eldrith. The Gondorian-turned-Rohir's buckler was engaged to skam Turin in the face, and Arnyn used the opening that presented to lunge her sword into the space right above the shorter woman's belly aimed stab. Arnyn intended to pull her wooden blade back in and use it for a follox up strike. As long as Eldrith didn't manage to get in closer past her longsword's range, that gave Arnyn an extra layer of security. Just in case, however, she had her wooden dagger at the ready in her left hand.
Attack Eldrith x2
Arnyn
2 lives
Arnyn couldn't say she was annoyed at the woman who intervened (Thalionwen), because ultimately she appreciated the Rohir's move. Arnyn shouldn't have joined forces against someone who had been standing alone in the first place... she would not have that happen again, she decided.
And now here she was. Now here THEY were. Arnyn had figured that Eldrith would make a move for her, since the men were already engaged in a duel. It would have a certain poetry: man VS man, woman VS woman, Gondorians vs Rohirrim.
And yet... the former Ranger cook shot her a glance but then moved for Turin!
Arnyn gritted her teeth. While she couldn't deny part of her wanted the finale to be between women (to counter the traditionally dominant presence of men in such settings), while Eldrith and she had worked well together just before, and while technically Elvh was not standing as alone as Ducky had been now that Eldrith had chosen the same person to attack...
The next thought process happened in the blink of an eye:
Her heart and sense of self just couldn't accept it. She couldn't get herself to attack Elvh, and gang up on yet another, this time with Turin. And of course she wasn't about to be the third person to attack Turin, either!
No, there was but one option.
Even though this meant that, in case Turin was out and Elvh remained in the tournament, Arnyn would stand alone against both Eldrith and Elvh (whoch would greatly reduce her chances of winning)... she couldn't see any other way that wouldn't make her feel bad about her own behavior.
After but a split second, then, Arnyn moved for Eldrith. The Gondorian-turned-Rohir's buckler was engaged to skam Turin in the face, and Arnyn used the opening that presented to lunge her sword into the space right above the shorter woman's belly aimed stab. Arnyn intended to pull her wooden blade back in and use it for a follox up strike. As long as Eldrith didn't manage to get in closer past her longsword's range, that gave Arnyn an extra layer of security. Just in case, however, she had her wooden dagger at the ready in her left hand.
Attack Eldrith x2
Arnyn
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FIRSTLY, SINCERE APOLOGIES TO @Arnyn @Elvheimdros @Turin Ringhûn and @Eldrith that I got my days mixed up and pushed you all to post 24 hours earlier than I should have, thus ending the Sudden Death; Round One 24 hours earlier than I had initially said I would. I got my dates completely mixed up, I'm so sorry; I'll make sure not to do it again!
Still trying to distract the burly man in the crowd while Taeth and Frost made good their escape, the little stalemate in the crowd was ended when the man finally ran out of patience and forcibly shoved Allacan out of the way. The Campwisa was unprepared for his strength and tumbled a little into Elarith and Gwai, tumbling some of their badger-meat onto the floor. "Sorry, sorry" she says apologetically as she extricates herself from them. She turned to check on the angry man, who was now staring around the crowd in frustration and confusion, his sight-lines partially obscured by the enthusiastic waving of Amadhrill's children, who had been thus armed by the lovely Lady Bereth. Excellent; he hadn't spotted the pair of lovers slipping out the back door! Allacan nodded to herself in satisfaction that she had sufficiently averted a secondary melee breaking out in the spectator stands. "I'll pay you back for those" she says distractedly to Elarith as she manoeuvres herself to stand beside Gwai so she has a better view of the field.
She turned back towards the fighting, frowning in confusion to see Thali, of all people, leading a battered looking Ducky from the field. When had she ended up over there? She silently cursed the handsome, blue-eyed gentleman who had numerous times now caused her to lose focus on the combat and neglect her duties as referee. Her ears caught the sound of Nymlac calling out "Bribes for bonuses!". She arched an eyebrow and half-smiled to herself mischievously; she could see the savvy entrepreneur eyeing her warily out of the corner of her eye, but she rather approved of the ingenuity and Allacan not wholly opposed to mischief, within reason.
Elvh was beginning to feel the weight of his armour and realised that he needed to eliminate the lighter-footed man quickly or risk losing his edge. He was contemplating his options when his keen warrior eyes spotted that Turin was bouncing a little less confidently on one of his feet, and winced a little as he placed it down. Had Ducky's blow done more damage than was immediately apparent? Turin seemed as keen as Elvh to discover how the duel would resolve itself, and faced off against the Rohir once more. Elvh took the initiative and rushed forward to shield-bash the Hyandaner in a bold attempt to unbalance Turin, gambling that it would catch the unsteady Gondorian by surprise. Turin almost goes down, but grimacing against the pain in his injured ankle, stumbles back a pace or two but keeps his footing and braces himself against the weight of Elvh. All the same, the close proximity is all the Rohir warrior needs. Even as Turin pins Elvh's shield against his chest in an failed attempt to reach around and spank the Rohir from behind, Elvh expertly strikes the Hyandaner across the temple with his sword-pommel, dazing him. Elvh is rewarded with feeling of Turin going limp in his arms and stumbles under the sudden weight, but satisfied to realise he has bested the Gondorian fair and square.
In that very same instant, Eldrith surprised Arnyn by refusing the fair fight and instead moved with lightning quickness to take advantage of the exposed Turin, still locked as he was in his unsteady grapple with Elvh, entirely unaware the man had already been bested. Eldrith's attempt to rake Turin across the underbelly is thwarted by Elvh's shield still being pinned between the two men, who were both swaying unsteadily, however her buckler slammed upwards across his face with such a resounding thunk that many in the crowd winced. The momentum of the blow was enough to tear Turin out from Elvh's grip and bodily lift him. As he flew through the air in 'arrow-time' (known by some as 'Frost-time') in a manner reminiscent of Taeth's slow-motion collapse, blood streamed from his obviously broken nose in a gentle arc behind him. The audience could almost see the cartoonesque stars cascading from around Turin's ears, and hear the sounds of minute little birds gathering together in readiness to crown Turin with a spinning halo of tweets.
"Kill-stealing Skirt-wench!" Allacan exclaimed aloud, before she could restrain herself, breaking the time-slowing spell just as the limp form of Turin thunked heavily to the ground, rolling a little before coming to a stop in the dust. The vengeful Arnyn, fuelled at witnessing such a dishonourable assault on her friend, retaliated a moment later. Taking advantage of the fact that Eldrith's buckler had been engaged in a close-confrontation with Turin's face, leapt in towards the opening that presented itself in the pubmistress-turned-warrioress' guard. Unfortunately her ever-cool battle-focus was shaken, however, perhaps because of her concern for her friend Turin, or possibly anger at Eldrith's clear display of loyalty to her Rohir comrade in favour of those warriors who represented her birth-home. It was as yet unclear whether Arnyn believed such an underhanded display was unbecoming for a former ranger, or exactly what she had expected of the Gondorian-turned-Rohir-pubmistress.
It was a shame that Arnyn's ambition for a wonderfully balanced idea of man v man, woman v woman, Rohir v Gondorian had gone straight out of the window because of Eldrith ruthlessness, but then that was the nature of the tourney, which in many ways accurately reflected the battle-field, where chivalry counted for nothing if it also got you killed. And it was a bitter reminder of that fact for the ex-Ranger leader, for Arnyn now faced two Rohir - one steadfast and resilient, the other tenacious in her ferocity - completely alone. Or so it would seem.
SUDDEN DEATH; ROUND ONE RESULTS
@Elvheimdros
They attacked Turin twice (bonus attack)
Attacks on them: 1 = Turin x1
- Turin rolled 1 against Elvh's passive Defence of 3 - Turin's attack misses
1 life remaining
@Turin Ringhûn
They attacked Elvh once
Attacks on them: 4 = Elvh x2, Eldrith x2
- Elvh rolled 5 against Turin's bonus passive Defence of 5 (referee bonus) - Elvh's first attack narrowly misses
- Elvh rolled 5 against Turin's default passive Defence of 3 - Elvh's second attack hits
- Eldrith rolled 3 against Turin's default passive Defence of 3 - Eldrith's first attack misses
- Eldrith rolled 4 against Turin's default passive Defence of 3 - Eldrith's second attack hits
-1 lives remaining - TURIN IS ELIMINATED AND SUSTAINS AN INJURY DUE TO LACK OF SPECTATOR NOMINATIONS
@Eldrith
They attacked Turin twice (bonus attack)
Attacks on them: 2 = Arnyn
- Arnyn rolled 2 against Eldrith's passive Defence of 3 - Arnyn's first attack misses
- Arnyn rolled 3 against Eldrith's passive Defence of 3 - Arnyn's second attack misses
3 lives remaining
@Arnyn
They attacked Eldrith twice (bonus attack)
Attacks on them: NONE
2 lives remaining
SPECTATORS
In the event of a tie on attacks (i.e. all remaining competitors lose their last life simultaneously in the same round) the winner will be determined by the competitor with the most outstanding spectator nominations during the sudden death rounds. Spectators can only support one competitor to win during sudden death at a time, so it is easier for the GM to keep track, but should the competitor you had already nominated be eliminated, then you are free to nominate someone new.
Those of you who have already nominated might consider taking up Nymlac (@Lailorn) for that offer of 'Bribes for Bonuses', because his vote just suddenly became potentially much more influential
Spectator Nominations (votes for a win in the event of a tie):-
Elvh has 0 outstanding nominations
Eldrith was nominated by @Amadhrill = Eldrith has 1 outstanding nominations
Arnyn was nominated by @Pele Alarion = Arnyn has 1 outstanding nomination
@Bereth Unfortunately it wasn't clear from your post whether you had nominated Eldrith or not; best to make it absolutely clear by putting the nomination in a separate paragraph at the bottom if you are cheering someone on to win.
@Thalionwen Hunigfolm - You have not yet nominated a competitor in the sudden death so can still do so, if you wish?
SUDDEN DEATH; ROUND TWO HAS BEGUN and will close midnight PST on Monday 20th July (which is 3am on Tuesday 21st July EST, or 8am on Tuesday 21st July for BST) OR ONCE EVERY REMAINING COMPETITOR HAS POSTED THEIR ATTACKS; whichever comes first.
In the second round of sudden death, each competitor has two attack dice, and there will be no Defence dice.
The ongoing drain of the combat continues to draw on your energy levels, sapping your reserves; each person's passive Defence value decreases to 2. The d6 attack dice must roll either a 3, 4, 5 or a 6 to hit, any attack roll equal to or lower than 2 will miss. Each time an attack hits, a competitor loses a life and must yield once they have run out of lives.
Unlike previous rounds, if you fail to post your attack in time, you will be caught out by one of your competitors and will immediately lose a life. This is sudden death after all!
In the second round of sudden death, each competitor has two attack dice, and there will be no Defence dice.
The ongoing drain of the combat continues to draw on your energy levels, sapping your reserves; each person's passive Defence value decreases to 2. The d6 attack dice must roll either a 3, 4, 5 or a 6 to hit, any attack roll equal to or lower than 2 will miss. Each time an attack hits, a competitor loses a life and must yield once they have run out of lives.
Unlike previous rounds, if you fail to post your attack in time, you will be caught out by one of your competitors and will immediately lose a life. This is sudden death after all!
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Turin now an injured and dazed spectator
Turin felt ashamed. He, a former captain of Gondor’s swordsman division, couldn’t eliminate his opponent from this combat competition. Yes, it had been some time since he’d truly fought, but he would have thought he’d done better.
He was aware he was being carried off the arena floor. Through the ringing in his ears he could hear nurses saying something about his nose. He had a strong feeling it was broken. He felt blood pouring there, even with the rag placed there. He felt blood going down his throat as well. This helped revive him a little bit as he tried to turn to spit it out.
“Hold on sir.” Said the nurse holding the cloth to his nose. They had got him out of the arena and we’re getting ready to lay him on a recovery bed.
“Alright. I’m mostly back.” He said through the rag. Once they got him on the new bed.
“Nonsense. You had a good blow to your face. You’ll be back when we say you’re back.” Said another nurse, this one checking out his twisted ankle. “Alright. This should be fine after a while. Keep weight off of it as much as you can.”
The other nurse started to remove the rag. “Alright. Let’s see that nose of yours.” She smiled looking at his face. Turin took the moment of her hand off her face to turn and spit. “Oh, goody. We get to set it. This is going to hurt.” The nurse smiled, but Turin didn’t trust it. “Brace yourself.” She reached up, placing her hands on his face. She gave a nod and Turin wanted to scream. He’d been cut, stabbed, had been shot with arrows, and even been bludgeoned. But this, at the moment, he thought was the worst pain he’d ever felt. Later he’d probably deny that claim.
Right then, part of him wanted to run back out into the arena and punch both of those Rohir competitors for double teaming him when it was the final four. But, there were no rules against that. Oh well.
The nurse smiled at her work and gave him some instructions that Turin barely payed attention to. He was cleaned up and was given permission to spectate the rest of the competition.
He made his way to where the other ‘fallen’ competitors were gathered who were watching the ending. He had a feeling he looked like a raccoon with his almost guaranteed black eyes and puffy face.
He turned towards the last three combatants. He spit out some more blood and flem. “Go Arnyn. Win this for Gondor.” He knew that would be frowned upon, but at this point, he didn’t care.
Turin felt ashamed. He, a former captain of Gondor’s swordsman division, couldn’t eliminate his opponent from this combat competition. Yes, it had been some time since he’d truly fought, but he would have thought he’d done better.
He was aware he was being carried off the arena floor. Through the ringing in his ears he could hear nurses saying something about his nose. He had a strong feeling it was broken. He felt blood pouring there, even with the rag placed there. He felt blood going down his throat as well. This helped revive him a little bit as he tried to turn to spit it out.
“Hold on sir.” Said the nurse holding the cloth to his nose. They had got him out of the arena and we’re getting ready to lay him on a recovery bed.
“Alright. I’m mostly back.” He said through the rag. Once they got him on the new bed.
“Nonsense. You had a good blow to your face. You’ll be back when we say you’re back.” Said another nurse, this one checking out his twisted ankle. “Alright. This should be fine after a while. Keep weight off of it as much as you can.”
The other nurse started to remove the rag. “Alright. Let’s see that nose of yours.” She smiled looking at his face. Turin took the moment of her hand off her face to turn and spit. “Oh, goody. We get to set it. This is going to hurt.” The nurse smiled, but Turin didn’t trust it. “Brace yourself.” She reached up, placing her hands on his face. She gave a nod and Turin wanted to scream. He’d been cut, stabbed, had been shot with arrows, and even been bludgeoned. But this, at the moment, he thought was the worst pain he’d ever felt. Later he’d probably deny that claim.
Right then, part of him wanted to run back out into the arena and punch both of those Rohir competitors for double teaming him when it was the final four. But, there were no rules against that. Oh well.
The nurse smiled at her work and gave him some instructions that Turin barely payed attention to. He was cleaned up and was given permission to spectate the rest of the competition.
He made his way to where the other ‘fallen’ competitors were gathered who were watching the ending. He had a feeling he looked like a raccoon with his almost guaranteed black eyes and puffy face.
He turned towards the last three combatants. He spit out some more blood and flem. “Go Arnyn. Win this for Gondor.” He knew that would be frowned upon, but at this point, he didn’t care.
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Pele, spectating
The events in the arena were fast-moving and occasionally unexpected, so Pele found herself watching and all but forgetting everything else. However, she found that the turn of events was not much to her liking; in fact, she was irked to no end that the two Rohirrim had ganged up on Turin. The results of the double attack caused her to worry about the Hyandaner's well-being, and fuelled her anger even more.
"Hey! How was that fair?!" she yelled, taking a good aim at Eldrith and hurling the loaf of bread at her. More likely than not she would regret wasting the delicious food without getting to enjoy it properly, but at the moment such an idea did not even enter her mind.
Taking some care to avoid pushing over some of the spectators, she rushed down to check on Turin, and found him taken care of and sitting among other eliminated fighters. And yet it did not quite satisfy Pele's vengefulness, and she looked around for something she could use as a weapon so that she could jump in and teach those Rohirrim a lesson. In her opinion, the fighting had not been too fair anyway, so what would it matter if she messed it up some more? Finding no suitable weapon, she jumped into the arena and snatched up the loaf of bread she had thrown just moments ago.
"Excuse me, I just want to retrieve this..." she said as an explanation of appearing in the midst of a heated battle. Besides, she might just use the bread as a sword and dish out some well-deserved swats with it, unless she'd be immediately deported from the place for rule-breaking... Pele glanced over her shoulder to see if someone was already after her.
The events in the arena were fast-moving and occasionally unexpected, so Pele found herself watching and all but forgetting everything else. However, she found that the turn of events was not much to her liking; in fact, she was irked to no end that the two Rohirrim had ganged up on Turin. The results of the double attack caused her to worry about the Hyandaner's well-being, and fuelled her anger even more.
"Hey! How was that fair?!" she yelled, taking a good aim at Eldrith and hurling the loaf of bread at her. More likely than not she would regret wasting the delicious food without getting to enjoy it properly, but at the moment such an idea did not even enter her mind.
Taking some care to avoid pushing over some of the spectators, she rushed down to check on Turin, and found him taken care of and sitting among other eliminated fighters. And yet it did not quite satisfy Pele's vengefulness, and she looked around for something she could use as a weapon so that she could jump in and teach those Rohirrim a lesson. In her opinion, the fighting had not been too fair anyway, so what would it matter if she messed it up some more? Finding no suitable weapon, she jumped into the arena and snatched up the loaf of bread she had thrown just moments ago.
"Excuse me, I just want to retrieve this..." she said as an explanation of appearing in the midst of a heated battle. Besides, she might just use the bread as a sword and dish out some well-deserved swats with it, unless she'd be immediately deported from the place for rule-breaking... Pele glanced over her shoulder to see if someone was already after her.
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Veowyn - Spectator
Whoa. Where had her mind gone? She had been watching Ducky. Then she wasn't. She had been roped into helping someone carry snacks back for their kids. Those kids then promptly spilled everything, all over Veowyn. Popcorn was not really that messy on it's own, but with greasy butter, and sticky lemonade... She was suddenly a mess. There was a flurry of towels, reassuring their mother that she was fine, and calming childish tears. She had come to watch and to cheer on Ducky, but when she looked up he was no longer in the arena. A woman was standing over him, even though he looked unharmed.
She wandered over to where Ducky was sitting, out of the area. "Mellon nin, ci vaer? (my friend, are you good?)" She placed a hand on his shoulder, and looked up at the woman Thali with a small smile. She still was not sure what happened, but she was glad that this woman seemed to be protecting him. She looked back at the group still competing.
There were only 3 people left in the arena. She heard that the 4th person was eliminated due to lack of spectator nominations... and now there was some one else who did not yet have nominations. They also only had 1 "life" left in the tournament. If she had her green hood right now, she would have raised it, but for now she would just give her cheer without the anonymity. Wait, was that Pele jumping in... with a loaf of bread?! What even was happening here?! Her eye brow arched as she watched, but she stuck to her vote for Elvh.
Nominate Elvheimdros
Whoa. Where had her mind gone? She had been watching Ducky. Then she wasn't. She had been roped into helping someone carry snacks back for their kids. Those kids then promptly spilled everything, all over Veowyn. Popcorn was not really that messy on it's own, but with greasy butter, and sticky lemonade... She was suddenly a mess. There was a flurry of towels, reassuring their mother that she was fine, and calming childish tears. She had come to watch and to cheer on Ducky, but when she looked up he was no longer in the arena. A woman was standing over him, even though he looked unharmed.
WHAT HAD SHE MISSED?!
She wandered over to where Ducky was sitting, out of the area. "Mellon nin, ci vaer? (my friend, are you good?)" She placed a hand on his shoulder, and looked up at the woman Thali with a small smile. She still was not sure what happened, but she was glad that this woman seemed to be protecting him. She looked back at the group still competing.
There were only 3 people left in the arena. She heard that the 4th person was eliminated due to lack of spectator nominations... and now there was some one else who did not yet have nominations. They also only had 1 "life" left in the tournament. If she had her green hood right now, she would have raised it, but for now she would just give her cheer without the anonymity. Wait, was that Pele jumping in... with a loaf of bread?! What even was happening here?! Her eye brow arched as she watched, but she stuck to her vote for Elvh.
Nominate Elvheimdros
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She couldn't believe it. How had both of her attacks missed? This was surreal!
Had it been her surprise at Eldrith's move against Turin? Her anger at the sight of Eldrith's attack drawing blood and breaking her friend's nose? While the latter was, of course, not something Arnyn wanted to see, she'd seen battle too many times to get upset about an ally's injury to the point of where she became ineffective in battle. And yet, ineffective she had been. In fact, many of her attacks had been rather fruitless the entire melee!
This made no sense. Her skills were better than this. Honed for years, never allowing herself to get rusty - even during her time away from Minas Tirith and its armed forces, she had been engaged in hunts and fights in the North...
The blonde Gondorian frowned at the whole situation, even as she withdrew - albeit taking but one step backward into an automatic defensive position. This was bad news. Eldrith had suffered not a single hit so far. Moreover, the man Eldrith had worked with in the beginning (Elvh) and who knew Eldrith as a fellow Rohir, was also still standing. He was the one who'd tended to announce his attacks on his targets: an honourable gesture which Arnyn could appreciate. And while Arnyn hadn't lifted a finger against the man yet, neither had Eldrith.
The odds were stacked very high against her. The chances that the man (Elvh ) would decide to attack a fellow citizen and someone he'd already worked with in this tournament, to boot... Were extremely slim. And he didn't even know Arnyn.
Yet the Ranger had made her decision. As far as she'd been able to tell, the man with the shield (Elvh) had acted with nothing but honour during the entire melee. Something Arnyn would see honoured in turn.
There was but one thing to do. She swallowed back her wounded pride and sought the calm center within. You are the sky. Everything else - it's just the weather. Arnyn stilled her core to the strength and resilience of steel, and summoned the swiftness and adaptability of a stream. Axinecelume, the swordsmen of Minas Tirith had called her in the past. She needed to call forth those qualities now, if she were to go another round.
"Go Arnyn! Win this for Gondor." Turin's called out words reached the edge of her mind, and conjured a faint smile to her features. She would thank her sword brother later for the welcome sentiment, although she doubted that would be the outcome.
"Come what may," she said, giving the two other remaining competitors (Eldrith, Elvh) a nod. Her eyes then focused on Eldrith. Feeling the best defence was a good offence, and even as one foot slid forward to continue her previous engagement with Eldrith, something caught her eye. Was that... bread sailing through the air, heading for Eldrith?
With a dark look, Arnyn traced back the bread to its owner, who was already making her way into the arena itself! Arnyn's brows drew into a frown as she saw the culprit.
"Pele Alarion!" Arnyn's voice was low as it boomed across the arena. She would have never expected this from Pele. She pointed the tip of her wooden sword at her swordsister. "You are not allowed on the sands as a spectator, nor would Turin have you intervene on his behalf in a manner that besmirches the honour of our ranks, I am sure. If you cannot help yourself, then I would have you compete - next time. Not presently. Unless it is me you wish to fight, for I will if you take one step closer!"
She wasn't kidding. The melee belonged to the competitors left standing. And Arnyn would be damned ere she ever disrespected that, although she was at a clear disadvantage already, and focusing on Pele now instead of those same competitors was indeed a risk in the middle of a melee, especially when said melee involved someone like the former Ranger cook (Eldrith).
Attack Eldrith with everything she's got! (I have the intent of RPing this out a bit more if people involved post in time, but might as well state Arnyn's intent already)
Arnyn
2 lives
Had it been her surprise at Eldrith's move against Turin? Her anger at the sight of Eldrith's attack drawing blood and breaking her friend's nose? While the latter was, of course, not something Arnyn wanted to see, she'd seen battle too many times to get upset about an ally's injury to the point of where she became ineffective in battle. And yet, ineffective she had been. In fact, many of her attacks had been rather fruitless the entire melee!
This made no sense. Her skills were better than this. Honed for years, never allowing herself to get rusty - even during her time away from Minas Tirith and its armed forces, she had been engaged in hunts and fights in the North...
The blonde Gondorian frowned at the whole situation, even as she withdrew - albeit taking but one step backward into an automatic defensive position. This was bad news. Eldrith had suffered not a single hit so far. Moreover, the man Eldrith had worked with in the beginning (Elvh) and who knew Eldrith as a fellow Rohir, was also still standing. He was the one who'd tended to announce his attacks on his targets: an honourable gesture which Arnyn could appreciate. And while Arnyn hadn't lifted a finger against the man yet, neither had Eldrith.
The odds were stacked very high against her. The chances that the man (Elvh ) would decide to attack a fellow citizen and someone he'd already worked with in this tournament, to boot... Were extremely slim. And he didn't even know Arnyn.
Yet the Ranger had made her decision. As far as she'd been able to tell, the man with the shield (Elvh) had acted with nothing but honour during the entire melee. Something Arnyn would see honoured in turn.
There was but one thing to do. She swallowed back her wounded pride and sought the calm center within. You are the sky. Everything else - it's just the weather. Arnyn stilled her core to the strength and resilience of steel, and summoned the swiftness and adaptability of a stream. Axinecelume, the swordsmen of Minas Tirith had called her in the past. She needed to call forth those qualities now, if she were to go another round.
"Go Arnyn! Win this for Gondor." Turin's called out words reached the edge of her mind, and conjured a faint smile to her features. She would thank her sword brother later for the welcome sentiment, although she doubted that would be the outcome.
"Come what may," she said, giving the two other remaining competitors (Eldrith, Elvh) a nod. Her eyes then focused on Eldrith. Feeling the best defence was a good offence, and even as one foot slid forward to continue her previous engagement with Eldrith, something caught her eye. Was that... bread sailing through the air, heading for Eldrith?
With a dark look, Arnyn traced back the bread to its owner, who was already making her way into the arena itself! Arnyn's brows drew into a frown as she saw the culprit.
"Pele Alarion!" Arnyn's voice was low as it boomed across the arena. She would have never expected this from Pele. She pointed the tip of her wooden sword at her swordsister. "You are not allowed on the sands as a spectator, nor would Turin have you intervene on his behalf in a manner that besmirches the honour of our ranks, I am sure. If you cannot help yourself, then I would have you compete - next time. Not presently. Unless it is me you wish to fight, for I will if you take one step closer!"
She wasn't kidding. The melee belonged to the competitors left standing. And Arnyn would be damned ere she ever disrespected that, although she was at a clear disadvantage already, and focusing on Pele now instead of those same competitors was indeed a risk in the middle of a melee, especially when said melee involved someone like the former Ranger cook (Eldrith).
Attack Eldrith with everything she's got! (I have the intent of RPing this out a bit more if people involved post in time, but might as well state Arnyn's intent already)
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Bereth - Spectating
Ber’s smile was warmer than usual as she dipped her head, accepting [ /b]Ama’s husband’s unhesitating handshake, “Well met, Frith. How delightful to meet you all!” Leaning down closer to the adorable children, she added as she handed each the herring ribbons, fighting a terrible urge to ruffle their sweet little heads in turn. “Hello Heardwine, Ædelwyn, Glædwine. I’m sorry your favorite, Ducky, is no longer in the contest. Is it OK if we cheer on Eldrith? She’s the one in the skirts.” She pointed her out, but they already knew very well who she was.
At Ama’s cheering, she turned back quickly, fearful of what she missed. She literally flinched and the winced at Eldrith’s dogged double attack on Turin, mouth agape for a breath before almost hissing at Ama, “By the stars! She is no novice at this!” She couldn’t tear her eyes from the pulsing blood, her face slightly paled, her heart went out to him!
And then, the attacks by Arnyn, not at all unexpected, were surprisingly ineffective.
Ber found her voice enough again to burst into applause, clearly cheering on Eldrith! But it would not prove easy, these were two very worthy opponents, and it would take more than luck to win this. She inwardly wished them all a safe completion of this with no lasting marks in their flesh.
(I nominate Eldrith! And I don’t suppose you can count the 3 wee ones here I’ve bribed to cheer Eldrith on as well now, haha!)
((Sorry, I was waiting until she actually fought again before posting again to nominate, but time got away on me!))
Ber’s smile was warmer than usual as she dipped her head, accepting [ /b]Ama’s husband’s unhesitating handshake, “Well met, Frith. How delightful to meet you all!” Leaning down closer to the adorable children, she added as she handed each the herring ribbons, fighting a terrible urge to ruffle their sweet little heads in turn. “Hello Heardwine, Ædelwyn, Glædwine. I’m sorry your favorite, Ducky, is no longer in the contest. Is it OK if we cheer on Eldrith? She’s the one in the skirts.” She pointed her out, but they already knew very well who she was.
At Ama’s cheering, she turned back quickly, fearful of what she missed. She literally flinched and the winced at Eldrith’s dogged double attack on Turin, mouth agape for a breath before almost hissing at Ama, “By the stars! She is no novice at this!” She couldn’t tear her eyes from the pulsing blood, her face slightly paled, her heart went out to him!
And then, the attacks by Arnyn, not at all unexpected, were surprisingly ineffective.
Ber found her voice enough again to burst into applause, clearly cheering on Eldrith! But it would not prove easy, these were two very worthy opponents, and it would take more than luck to win this. She inwardly wished them all a safe completion of this with no lasting marks in their flesh.
(I nominate Eldrith! And I don’t suppose you can count the 3 wee ones here I’ve bribed to cheer Eldrith on as well now, haha!)
((Sorry, I was waiting until she actually fought again before posting again to nominate, but time got away on me!))
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Once she had found her seat, Ziran fell into silence and watched the action with an avid gaze, occasionally remembering that she had the toasted almonds long enough to eat a nut. A frown of concentration creased her brow as blows were exchanged and the number of competitors slowly dwindled. It was becoming a bit more intense with the addition of sudden death rules.
Suddenly Pele jumped into the arena to join in, and Ziran straightened in her seat, with muscles ready to act. Before she could, Arnyn replied well in refusing Pele's type of aid. With a sharp nod in Arnyn's direction, she called finally. "Fight with honor Axinecalume!" It didn't matter to her personally if Gondorians won necessarily, although it would be nice. But fighting with honor maintained an important piece of the internal code of a Ranger.
Nominating Arnyn
Once she had found her seat, Ziran fell into silence and watched the action with an avid gaze, occasionally remembering that she had the toasted almonds long enough to eat a nut. A frown of concentration creased her brow as blows were exchanged and the number of competitors slowly dwindled. It was becoming a bit more intense with the addition of sudden death rules.
Suddenly Pele jumped into the arena to join in, and Ziran straightened in her seat, with muscles ready to act. Before she could, Arnyn replied well in refusing Pele's type of aid. With a sharp nod in Arnyn's direction, she called finally. "Fight with honor Axinecalume!" It didn't matter to her personally if Gondorians won necessarily, although it would be nice. But fighting with honor maintained an important piece of the internal code of a Ranger.
Nominating Arnyn
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She smiled appreciatively at the sight of Turin being swiftly carried from the field to have his injuries seen to. A moment later, however, her smile evaporated. Gwai, seated directly beside where Allacan was stood, was perhaps the only person close enough to the Campwisa to hear the long, indrawn breath of someone forcing themselves to remain calm. Allacan ’s eyes narrowed as she spotted Pele hurl a loaf of bread in Eldrith direction before shortly after entering the arena.
Pele rolled 4 against Eldrith’s passive Defence of 2 - Pele’s bread attack hits Eldrith (no lives expended). @Eldrith please react accordingly.
Allacan did not immediately move to intervene or rectify Pele’s pitch invasion. Instead, with measured movements, she cleared the barrier that separated the stands from the open combat-area and strode with confidence to the mounting block she had used as a stage only ten or so minutes earlier. Things had escalated fast!
Even as she lifted up the long bundle that lay tucked beside the wooden steps - a precaution she had never believed would be necessary - she could hear Arnyn already reprimanding the Gondorian in a tone of authority that demanded subservience.
She was grateful for the competitor putting herself forward to neutralise the issue. But all the same, as Campwisa and referee, Allacan would be expected to respond. So it was that as she straightened from behind the mounting block and eyed the arena again, she was actually a little relieved that Pele did not seem in any grey urgency to quit the field and leave the competitors to finish the battle.
She stepped forward, and as she did so she allowed the cloth that had covered her bundle to flutter away and land on the arena floor, revealing a long leather sheath. Her right hand closed around the handle of the riding-sword, her left firmly gripping the sheath to her left side in vague imitation of it hanging at her belt.
She may not have ever held any rank among the Gondorian Rangers, who clearly were masterful combatants, as demonstrated today by the performances of Arnyn and Turin. And Eldrith, she conceded. But she had held nearly every existing rank in the Cavalry of Rohan at some point or another, including that of the high commander, First Marshal, during which she had led the cavalry in more than one campaign.
More so, although she might only recently have returned to Meduseld, prior to her leaving the capital she had been Campwisa for many years and had trained in this very arena with warriors of great renown from all across Middle-Earth; Rangers, cavalry, elves, dwarves, Dúnedain, a hobbit if she recalled correctly, and even warriors from Mordor on more than one occasion.
And, as anyone familiar with Rohirric history would perhaps recall in that moment, on Allacan’s legendary last campaign with the cavalry she had singlehandedly faced-down the amassed armies of the Black Horde, standing in opposition of them alone with only this blade at her side. To her detriment, on that occasion, but she had nevertheless survived.
So it was that as she strode at last into the arena, she bore the confidence and sureness of all that history and so much more. Without a hint of hesitation or fear she stepped towards Pele calm and alert. She paused only a few feet from the intruding Gondorian’s position to eye her with a calculated look that was more threatening even than Allacan’s stance.
“It had been over fifteen years since a real blade has been drawn in the arena at Campian” she said, as she drew her sword only a couple of inches out of the sheath to show the flash of real steel, but still deep enough that it was still more within that out, conscious that every eye in the arena was likely on her in that instant. “You will march your sorry behind off these sands without another word, or I will make you pay dearly for forcing me to break that record.” She commanded, with just a little of her furious anger creeping through into the tone of her words.
Her eyes did not leave Pele’s for an instant, her position at all times remaining a ready battle-stance, but she turned her head towards the combatants and nodded for them to continue, for in that moment of arrogant fury she was confident that she could tackle whatever Pele threw at her, and almost hoping the pitch-invader would object.
Fuelled by her anger at Pele’s behaviour Arnyn receives a +2 bonus to her first passive Defence.
@Arnyn’s first Defence value will be a passive 4, which means the first attack against Arnyn will have to roll a 5 or 6 to hit. After the first attack against her, Arnyn will have the same passive Defence value as everyone else, being a value of 2.
Pele rolled 4 against Eldrith’s passive Defence of 2 - Pele’s bread attack hits Eldrith (no lives expended). @Eldrith please react accordingly.
Allacan did not immediately move to intervene or rectify Pele’s pitch invasion. Instead, with measured movements, she cleared the barrier that separated the stands from the open combat-area and strode with confidence to the mounting block she had used as a stage only ten or so minutes earlier. Things had escalated fast!
Even as she lifted up the long bundle that lay tucked beside the wooden steps - a precaution she had never believed would be necessary - she could hear Arnyn already reprimanding the Gondorian in a tone of authority that demanded subservience.
She was grateful for the competitor putting herself forward to neutralise the issue. But all the same, as Campwisa and referee, Allacan would be expected to respond. So it was that as she straightened from behind the mounting block and eyed the arena again, she was actually a little relieved that Pele did not seem in any grey urgency to quit the field and leave the competitors to finish the battle.
She stepped forward, and as she did so she allowed the cloth that had covered her bundle to flutter away and land on the arena floor, revealing a long leather sheath. Her right hand closed around the handle of the riding-sword, her left firmly gripping the sheath to her left side in vague imitation of it hanging at her belt.
She may not have ever held any rank among the Gondorian Rangers, who clearly were masterful combatants, as demonstrated today by the performances of Arnyn and Turin. And Eldrith, she conceded. But she had held nearly every existing rank in the Cavalry of Rohan at some point or another, including that of the high commander, First Marshal, during which she had led the cavalry in more than one campaign.
More so, although she might only recently have returned to Meduseld, prior to her leaving the capital she had been Campwisa for many years and had trained in this very arena with warriors of great renown from all across Middle-Earth; Rangers, cavalry, elves, dwarves, Dúnedain, a hobbit if she recalled correctly, and even warriors from Mordor on more than one occasion.
And, as anyone familiar with Rohirric history would perhaps recall in that moment, on Allacan’s legendary last campaign with the cavalry she had singlehandedly faced-down the amassed armies of the Black Horde, standing in opposition of them alone with only this blade at her side. To her detriment, on that occasion, but she had nevertheless survived.
So it was that as she strode at last into the arena, she bore the confidence and sureness of all that history and so much more. Without a hint of hesitation or fear she stepped towards Pele calm and alert. She paused only a few feet from the intruding Gondorian’s position to eye her with a calculated look that was more threatening even than Allacan’s stance.
“It had been over fifteen years since a real blade has been drawn in the arena at Campian” she said, as she drew her sword only a couple of inches out of the sheath to show the flash of real steel, but still deep enough that it was still more within that out, conscious that every eye in the arena was likely on her in that instant. “You will march your sorry behind off these sands without another word, or I will make you pay dearly for forcing me to break that record.” She commanded, with just a little of her furious anger creeping through into the tone of her words.
Her eyes did not leave Pele’s for an instant, her position at all times remaining a ready battle-stance, but she turned her head towards the combatants and nodded for them to continue, for in that moment of arrogant fury she was confident that she could tackle whatever Pele threw at her, and almost hoping the pitch-invader would object.
REF BONUS
Fuelled by her anger at Pele’s behaviour Arnyn receives a +2 bonus to her first passive Defence.
@Arnyn’s first Defence value will be a passive 4, which means the first attack against Arnyn will have to roll a 5 or 6 to hit. After the first attack against her, Arnyn will have the same passive Defence value as everyone else, being a value of 2.
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Pele - spectating (well, sort of)
Arnyn's reaction to Pele's sudden appearance in the arena stopped her in her tracks, leaving her feeling as if a bucket of ice cold water had been poured over the fierce flame of anger she had just experienced. What had she even been thinking? Acting as if she was one of the unruly recruits... Standing indecisively in the middle of the ground, she scratched her head: getting out of here was more difficult than entering.
"My bad," she admitted to Arnyn, other competitors, and to Allacan who was coming at her with a sword - real one at that. Pele tilted her head slightly, wondering as to the necessity of such measures: it was not that she had intended to actually hurt anyone. She raised her hands as a sign of surrender and took a few steps backwards.
"Do you really think I would attempt fighting against you with a bread, Campwisa?" she couldn't help but ask, as she stepped outside of the prohibited territory. "I would not mind having it sliced nicely, but perhaps a bread knife would be more suitable than a sword..." Even though her words were a bit teasing, she had a healthy dose of respect for a woman and it showed in her somewhat apologetic smile. "Though... I figure if you want to set a record, no one can keep you from doing so, but be so kind and don't chop me into pieces."
Arnyn's reaction to Pele's sudden appearance in the arena stopped her in her tracks, leaving her feeling as if a bucket of ice cold water had been poured over the fierce flame of anger she had just experienced. What had she even been thinking? Acting as if she was one of the unruly recruits... Standing indecisively in the middle of the ground, she scratched her head: getting out of here was more difficult than entering.
"My bad," she admitted to Arnyn, other competitors, and to Allacan who was coming at her with a sword - real one at that. Pele tilted her head slightly, wondering as to the necessity of such measures: it was not that she had intended to actually hurt anyone. She raised her hands as a sign of surrender and took a few steps backwards.
"Do you really think I would attempt fighting against you with a bread, Campwisa?" she couldn't help but ask, as she stepped outside of the prohibited territory. "I would not mind having it sliced nicely, but perhaps a bread knife would be more suitable than a sword..." Even though her words were a bit teasing, she had a healthy dose of respect for a woman and it showed in her somewhat apologetic smile. "Though... I figure if you want to set a record, no one can keep you from doing so, but be so kind and don't chop me into pieces."
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Amadhrill – spectator's stand with Bereth
The ruthlessness of Eldrith on the sanded floor gave Ama a wrinkle on the forehead. This was a side she had never seen, she seemed to go for the weakest competitor, finishing them up one at a time. For a moment she seemed to consider Arnyn, but then Eldrith joined Elvh in taking out Turin.
«Thank you, ma'am!» The kids chimed as in a chorus, following Ber's pointing. The ribbons imidiately started waving enthusiasticly as they cheered for Eldrith. Ama shook her head at Ber's words. «No, she most certainly isn't...»
Pushing and shouting behind her, made Ama's green eyes turn around, noting an angry man amid the spectators, but as the campwisa Alla returned her place on the floor. The fight was fierce as Eldrith and Elvh attacked Turin and Arnyn attacked Eldrith. In a spectacular way, Turin was eliminated, leaving only three contestants.
A bread was hurled through the air towards Eldrith. Followed by an angry Gondorian Pele entering the floor. A name boomed through the air as the Gondorian Arnyn spoke, ordering the angry Gondorian to retreat. Alla was quick, this time drawing up all of her history and experience as a member of the cavalry, bringing forth a long sword. Whether it was the words from the fellow Gondorian or the moves by the campwisa, Pele at least seemed to have cold water poured into her blood. The attention again back towards the remaining competitors, as Ama cheered loudly, urging Eldrith and Elvh on as best as she could, trying to push the many questions away from her head as the fight continued.
The ruthlessness of Eldrith on the sanded floor gave Ama a wrinkle on the forehead. This was a side she had never seen, she seemed to go for the weakest competitor, finishing them up one at a time. For a moment she seemed to consider Arnyn, but then Eldrith joined Elvh in taking out Turin.
«Thank you, ma'am!» The kids chimed as in a chorus, following Ber's pointing. The ribbons imidiately started waving enthusiasticly as they cheered for Eldrith. Ama shook her head at Ber's words. «No, she most certainly isn't...»
Pushing and shouting behind her, made Ama's green eyes turn around, noting an angry man amid the spectators, but as the campwisa Alla returned her place on the floor. The fight was fierce as Eldrith and Elvh attacked Turin and Arnyn attacked Eldrith. In a spectacular way, Turin was eliminated, leaving only three contestants.
A bread was hurled through the air towards Eldrith. Followed by an angry Gondorian Pele entering the floor. A name boomed through the air as the Gondorian Arnyn spoke, ordering the angry Gondorian to retreat. Alla was quick, this time drawing up all of her history and experience as a member of the cavalry, bringing forth a long sword. Whether it was the words from the fellow Gondorian or the moves by the campwisa, Pele at least seemed to have cold water poured into her blood. The attention again back towards the remaining competitors, as Ama cheered loudly, urging Eldrith and Elvh on as best as she could, trying to push the many questions away from her head as the fight continued.
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Gwai, Spectator's Stands, Snacks Spilled
The fighting was fierce, with more than one injury, as Gwai cheered along the contestants. An angry man who seemed to have nothing to do with the campian approached with a determined look on his face, but why eh was there, Gwai was unsure. Allacan ended up next to her in the stands when the campwisa was shoved out of the way by the angry individual. spilling the badger wings. "No a problem at all!" Gwai exclaimed, before realizing they were actually Elarith's, grabbing Alla's arm to help steady her. "Are you all right?" she asked. She most certainly seemed to be, but before Gwai could find out what the situation was, Allacan let out a quiet gasp.
Gwai turned to see what had taken Allacan's attention, just catching out of the corner of her eye a loaf of bread striking Eldrith, thrown by what looked to be an angry Gondorian (Pele), who had entered the arena. Gwai's eyes widened, unable to believe what had just happened. Allacan had it well in hand, however, as she strode forward to deal with the issue, as Arnyn immediately spoke to the bread thrower. Gwai quickly rose to her feet to view what else was happening. Allacan delivered a terse warning, and Gwai worried Eldrith would be distracted by the unexpected attack, albeit a mild one. "Come on now, Eldrith, you've got this! Bring it home!" she cheered.
The fighting was fierce, with more than one injury, as Gwai cheered along the contestants. An angry man who seemed to have nothing to do with the campian approached with a determined look on his face, but why eh was there, Gwai was unsure. Allacan ended up next to her in the stands when the campwisa was shoved out of the way by the angry individual. spilling the badger wings. "No a problem at all!" Gwai exclaimed, before realizing they were actually Elarith's, grabbing Alla's arm to help steady her. "Are you all right?" she asked. She most certainly seemed to be, but before Gwai could find out what the situation was, Allacan let out a quiet gasp.
Gwai turned to see what had taken Allacan's attention, just catching out of the corner of her eye a loaf of bread striking Eldrith, thrown by what looked to be an angry Gondorian (Pele), who had entered the arena. Gwai's eyes widened, unable to believe what had just happened. Allacan had it well in hand, however, as she strode forward to deal with the issue, as Arnyn immediately spoke to the bread thrower. Gwai quickly rose to her feet to view what else was happening. Allacan delivered a terse warning, and Gwai worried Eldrith would be distracted by the unexpected attack, albeit a mild one. "Come on now, Eldrith, you've got this! Bring it home!" she cheered.
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"My bad..." Pele's reaction did not make Arnyn's glower die down, although she could tell that Pele's enthusiasm had quite left her after the way she'd been addressed.
As Arnyn's eyes took in the Campwisa (Allacan) and the warrior's response to Pele's intervention, the blonde Gondorian grinned in a strange sort of amused fury. The Campwisa was a woman after her own heart - and surely one whom no one wished to anger either! Perhaps there would be time to meet her properly when the fight was over.
With Karis' cheer ringing through the arena, Arnyn laughed out loud in agreement. Rather than the outcome of the tournament, the way she fought in it was what mattered the most to Arnyn. Her wooden sword lifted briefly into the air, and she cried out a passionate "Aye!" before her dark brown eyes settled back on Eldrith.
"Come, Eldrith!" Arnyn all but invited the woman, referring to Elvh with her next words as well in a rare moment of speaking her exact thoughts out loud: "Let us find out who has the better arm today, and whose fighting style your earlier companion looks upon most favorably today!"
As Arnyn's eyes took in the Campwisa (Allacan) and the warrior's response to Pele's intervention, the blonde Gondorian grinned in a strange sort of amused fury. The Campwisa was a woman after her own heart - and surely one whom no one wished to anger either! Perhaps there would be time to meet her properly when the fight was over.
With Karis' cheer ringing through the arena, Arnyn laughed out loud in agreement. Rather than the outcome of the tournament, the way she fought in it was what mattered the most to Arnyn. Her wooden sword lifted briefly into the air, and she cried out a passionate "Aye!" before her dark brown eyes settled back on Eldrith.
"Come, Eldrith!" Arnyn all but invited the woman, referring to Elvh with her next words as well in a rare moment of speaking her exact thoughts out loud: "Let us find out who has the better arm today, and whose fighting style your earlier companion looks upon most favorably today!"
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Elvheimdros came in hard and knocked Turin back, but he was held at arm's length, while the Gondorian similarly was unable to reach around the shield to land his own finishing blow. But locked in place with an arm free, Elvh's fist connected - not the shoulder he was aiming for, Turin almost deflected it but re-directed the blow to his head, worse luck. He started trying to extricate himself as he saw the campwisa Allacan coming across to mark Turin out - only for Eldrith to do that job for him, as she caromed into Turin herself. A bit ruthless that one, likely trained in a rougher school of survival and maybe not used to the formalized niceties of the training ring. At least the Campian always had its healers on hand, should Turin have suffered anything more serious than a broken nose.
As Elvh shook himself off and settled down into a ready stance again, looking around for the other remaining competitor - Arnyn - there was a brief disruption as a spectator jumped into the ring with a - loaf of bread? Was this something Arnyn had arranged as a distraction? No, she seemed almost as upset as Allacan. At least it gave him time to think. Somebody was going to get overmatched here, and while he could hardly say he didn't appreciate Eldrith's help in his own fights, he was a bit leery of setting up yet another victim.
Well, he'd pay his debts: as Arnyn called out a challenge to Eldrith, but before they could engage, Elvh's sword whipped out, aiming to catch the remaining Gondorian on the shoulder. But whether Eldrith took Arnyn's challenge or not, he was going to have to deal with Eldrith himself eventually, so he settled himself in to strike, poised to slash down as soon as she came in reach. Holding that kind of balance meant the shield simply wasn't going to be as effective, but that couldn't be helped now.
Attack Arnyn x1
Attack Eldrith x1
Defend self
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As Elvh shook himself off and settled down into a ready stance again, looking around for the other remaining competitor - Arnyn - there was a brief disruption as a spectator jumped into the ring with a - loaf of bread? Was this something Arnyn had arranged as a distraction? No, she seemed almost as upset as Allacan. At least it gave him time to think. Somebody was going to get overmatched here, and while he could hardly say he didn't appreciate Eldrith's help in his own fights, he was a bit leery of setting up yet another victim.
Well, he'd pay his debts: as Arnyn called out a challenge to Eldrith, but before they could engage, Elvh's sword whipped out, aiming to catch the remaining Gondorian on the shoulder. But whether Eldrith took Arnyn's challenge or not, he was going to have to deal with Eldrith himself eventually, so he settled himself in to strike, poised to slash down as soon as she came in reach. Holding that kind of balance meant the shield simply wasn't going to be as effective, but that couldn't be helped now.
Attack Arnyn x1
Attack Eldrith x1
Defend self
Elvheimdros
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*Her breathing had grown slightly faster. Exertion? Excitement? Both? THe buckler had connected with Turin's face and there was nothing to be seen in her expression, neither regret nor triumph, it was simply.. the next move it seemed. While Turin was taken out she turned.. from afar she could hear murmurs in the crowd, some more than murmurs as well. "kill stealing skirt wench" .. a ghasp.. a mutter about fair.. she paid little attention, her only attention on the remaining competitors in the arena, with Arnyn swiftly making her attack clear in a dual attack that somehow.. she managed to counter. THere were times when.. training took over without a further thought, but the previous commander was a formidable opponent. As was Elvh.. She tried taking the distance again.. a bit further, backing away so she could keep both in view.
It was no wonder she was hit straight on the head by Pele's loaf. The spectators had faded away to a vague blur that was on the periphery of her mind. Yet as the bread hit, she whirled, almost expecting another attack. An unexpected contestant. Before she could make up her mind how to react.. Arnyn called out forbidding further interference, and if that was not enough, the Campwisa herself strode in. The glint of steel enough to discourage anyone and Pele moved back.
Throughout the whole melee.. Eldrith had not spoken, instead moving quiet as death around the borders of the fight picking of people one by one.. only now did her voice ring out, clear and with the same deadly calm. Dark brown eyes looked across and found Pele's gaze.*
"GONDORIAN! If you are so eager to have that.. bread sliced. Why don't you seek me outside the arena. Where I can use steel without the wrath of our Campwisa?"
*And with that, and the simple assurance that if an attack on her back was forthcoming from that side, it would be halted by either campwisa or audience.. she turned back, facing Elvh and Arnyn. Arnyn's call came out.. and for a moment there was.. surprise at the words, the first time perhaps any saw emotion as the hand tightened on the hilt of the shortsword, the weight of which had been so clearly familiar. Had Arnyn just called upon Elvh to side with her, against Eldrith? "Who are you gonna side with, honorable warrior? Me? A one time captain with duty and honor written all over, or this.. wretch who snuck in this arena and kills with trickery and treachery"
The insult like a gauntlet thrown down, and yet still calm did not seem to fade from the face of the once pubmistress.
Elvh the first to move and move fast. His first attack towards Arnyn, just past Eldrith.. and then -had Arnyn's words swayed him?- he turned and that sword slashed at her the moment she came in reach. Eldrith's movements were.. fast.. they had to be. Both of the warriors now ranged against her had a long reach. Punishment for Elvh's choice came as fast as she could mete it out, trying to side range the shield with a quick pivot close in, on his left side. THe first slash with the wooden waster towards the side of the throat, a hopeful misdirection that she broke of at the last moment,instead moving past, a thrust from the back and harshly towards the kidneys.
She had not forgotten Arnyn. One could not say her eyes blazed as she turned fully towards her and moved. The skirts too heavy to whirl. Instead there was that seemingly mindless calm The buckler held close overhand as the sword thrust out once, like a viper, aiming to bite right under the ribs and straight in to the solar plexus. One breath. A second. Calm.
Attack Elvheimdross once
Attack Arnyn once
((OOC: This post was edited ten minutes after posting since I realized I had misunderstood something and used too many attacks. LOL I thought I had three. IF that was the case it would have been two attacks to Elvheimdross as it originally stood.))
It was no wonder she was hit straight on the head by Pele's loaf. The spectators had faded away to a vague blur that was on the periphery of her mind. Yet as the bread hit, she whirled, almost expecting another attack. An unexpected contestant. Before she could make up her mind how to react.. Arnyn called out forbidding further interference, and if that was not enough, the Campwisa herself strode in. The glint of steel enough to discourage anyone and Pele moved back.
Throughout the whole melee.. Eldrith had not spoken, instead moving quiet as death around the borders of the fight picking of people one by one.. only now did her voice ring out, clear and with the same deadly calm. Dark brown eyes looked across and found Pele's gaze.*
"GONDORIAN! If you are so eager to have that.. bread sliced. Why don't you seek me outside the arena. Where I can use steel without the wrath of our Campwisa?"
*And with that, and the simple assurance that if an attack on her back was forthcoming from that side, it would be halted by either campwisa or audience.. she turned back, facing Elvh and Arnyn. Arnyn's call came out.. and for a moment there was.. surprise at the words, the first time perhaps any saw emotion as the hand tightened on the hilt of the shortsword, the weight of which had been so clearly familiar. Had Arnyn just called upon Elvh to side with her, against Eldrith? "Who are you gonna side with, honorable warrior? Me? A one time captain with duty and honor written all over, or this.. wretch who snuck in this arena and kills with trickery and treachery"
The insult like a gauntlet thrown down, and yet still calm did not seem to fade from the face of the once pubmistress.
Elvh the first to move and move fast. His first attack towards Arnyn, just past Eldrith.. and then -had Arnyn's words swayed him?- he turned and that sword slashed at her the moment she came in reach. Eldrith's movements were.. fast.. they had to be. Both of the warriors now ranged against her had a long reach. Punishment for Elvh's choice came as fast as she could mete it out, trying to side range the shield with a quick pivot close in, on his left side. THe first slash with the wooden waster towards the side of the throat, a hopeful misdirection that she broke of at the last moment,instead moving past, a thrust from the back and harshly towards the kidneys.
She had not forgotten Arnyn. One could not say her eyes blazed as she turned fully towards her and moved. The skirts too heavy to whirl. Instead there was that seemingly mindless calm The buckler held close overhand as the sword thrust out once, like a viper, aiming to bite right under the ribs and straight in to the solar plexus. One breath. A second. Calm.
Attack Elvheimdross once
Attack Arnyn once
((OOC: This post was edited ten minutes after posting since I realized I had misunderstood something and used too many attacks. LOL I thought I had three. IF that was the case it would have been two attacks to Elvheimdross as it originally stood.))
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Gosh this was getting exciting! The tension seemed to have spread to the stands though, with a hefty man trying to start an altercation. “Ugh, there’s always one isn’t there?” Elarith sighed, rolling her eyes, annoyed at having her attention drawn away from the sparring. “Hey!” she yelped, jumping aside as Allacan accidentally knocked into her and Gwai. Westemnet Fried Badger pieces scattered on to the floor. “Oh fredegar,” she said sadly, brushing breadcrumbs from her tunic. “No harm done though.” She’s eaten quite a bit of deep-fried badger and her waistline was probably better off without the rest of it.
As soon as Allacan had appeared, she was off. When Elarith looked up from picking batter off herself, Allacan was busy facing down a Gondorian woman who had hurled a loaf of bread. “What on Arda is going on?” she asked no one in particular, shaking her head. The woman looked faintly familiar - had she crossed paths with her at some point? Possibly. She rubbed her chin. It might come back to her, probably in the wee hours of the night.
Down to the final three now, and it was fantastic to see two Rohirrim in there at the end. Gwai beside her was shouting for Eldrith, and she was tempted to join her, but she always had a soft spot for an underdog.
“Come on Elvh! You can do it!” she bellowed.
Nominate Elvh
As soon as Allacan had appeared, she was off. When Elarith looked up from picking batter off herself, Allacan was busy facing down a Gondorian woman who had hurled a loaf of bread. “What on Arda is going on?” she asked no one in particular, shaking her head. The woman looked faintly familiar - had she crossed paths with her at some point? Possibly. She rubbed her chin. It might come back to her, probably in the wee hours of the night.
Down to the final three now, and it was fantastic to see two Rohirrim in there at the end. Gwai beside her was shouting for Eldrith, and she was tempted to join her, but she always had a soft spot for an underdog.
“Come on Elvh! You can do it!” she bellowed.
Nominate Elvh
