House Martell Sends its Regards

[Reader]

"House Martell sends its regards," yelled Ser Quentyrn Yronwood, hurling his lance in to dry earth in front of the Targaryen Host, repeating the words Lord Wyl had instructed him to utter, even if he did not understand their intent. Still, he may not have known politics, but he knew warfare.

He vaulted from his horse, despite his reputation as a champion jouster, loyally following his instructions.

"I would face you man to man, steel to steel. My grandfather fought a white cloak blade to blade and triumphed for the glory of Dorne. Let us both bring honour to our predecessor this day with our blades."

He bowed in formal challenge to his foe.

The story of Ser Jorah the just had reached as far as Dorne, and Ser Quentyn was confident that his honourable challenge would be favourably received.

Quentyn Yronwood - secondary character
Animal Handling 4 (Ride 2B)
Fighting 5 (Longblades 2B, Spears 3B, Strength 1B)
Athletics 4
Agility 3 (Acrobatics 1B)
Endurance 3
Awareness 2
Will 3
Cunning 4
Status 3
Warfare 3 (Command 1B)

H: 9/9
CD: 5 (7 with shield)

Full plate
Shield
Superior Bastard Sword
Dagger

Initiative: 3d6-4 6

[Ser Jorah Holt]

Ser Jorah had received a troubling raven just before news that House Wyl were mounting an attack from their tunnels was received. Ser Jorah had gathered up a response force intending to defeat the Dornoch forces and destroy the tunnels.

Ser Jorah rode out at the head of the force as Ser Quentyn issued his message and challenge. Without a word, he got down from Argo, handing the reins to Trelane who looked worried about Ser Jorah. The expression on the Knight's face was not one he'd seen before.

"You have delivered your message and my response to you is that this duel will see no quarter. There will be no ransom and by the end, one of us will lie dead in the sand. Your masters have sent you to your death this day."

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will post rolls tomorrow when not posting from my phone

[Reader]

Ser Quentyn swallowed - this was not the Ser Jorah of the songs, or that Lord Wyl had told him of.

Still, he had faith in his swordsmanship and his honour as a knight to defend. Guard the way, he intoned to himself, drawing strength from his family's strong words. Did he not guard the way against foreign interlopers today?

"So be it!" he yelled with conviction, drawing his sword. "No quarter!"

[Ser Jorah Holt]

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initiative: 4d6k3-3 11
Jorah goes first

Jorah drew his sword and stepped forward.
"You have been made the messenger for a murder. I am returning the first part of my message to House Martell and House Gargelon."

His sword danced around Ser Quentyn, leaving him barely able to cope with Ser Jorah's attacks as his sword slipped through his guard.

attack Ser Quentyn: 6d6k5+1 18
3 DOS - 18 damage - leaves him with 1 health

maneuver: 6d6k5 24 typical, wrong way round on dice

[Reader]

Ser Quentyn rapidly realised he was outmatched, trying to slam his white clad foe from his feet and finding him immoveable.

The young knigh thre all his efforts in to defence, trying to buy an opportunity to recover, or at least a few more precious second of life.

Lesser action: move back to reengage
Lesser action: Knockdown Jorah: 4d6k3 11 [inc Maneuver penalty]
Fatigue for cautious attack
Attack Jorah: 6d6k3 15 [inc maneuver penalty]
Fatigue to ignore AP

CD: 11 (14 with cautious attack)
H: 1/9
I/W/F: 0/0/2

[Ser Jorah Holt]

Jorah attacked again, his face implacable, but Ser Quentyn's defensive tactics prevented a blow that would hurt him.

aim and attack
attack Ser Quentyn rd2: 7d6k5+1 15 1dos - for his number of dice, I am not rolling well here.

CD 12
Health 12/12
AR 12
assumed that cohort bonus does not count if he's not actively involved

[Reader]

Quentyn Yronwood
Ser Quentyn had gathered his wits after Ser Jorah's initial furious assault, and slammed his shield in to foe, but failed to take advantage of his superior position.
Lesser action: Knockdown Jorah: 4d6-2 17 - succeeds
Lesser action: Attack Jorah: 7d6k6-1 19 - 2 DoS = 10 Damage

Fatigue to ignore AP
CD: 11
H: 1/9
I/W/F: 0/0/3

[Ser Jorah Holt]

Ser Jorah leapt to his feet, determination driving him forward as his blow smashed through Ser Quentyn's guard into a gap in his armour, sinking deep into his shoulder.

"They sent to be their messenger to announce their part in a murder. They sent you knowing that you would die. Do you think that is worthy of loyalty?"

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1 fatigue to stand up with 1 minor action as well
attack Ser Quentyn r3: 6d6k5 21 3dos for 18 damage which I think is 3 injuries to survive
CD: 12
H: 12/12
I/W/F: 0/0/1

[Reader]

Dazed and bloodied, Ser Quentyn fights for pride now, desperate to shed Ser Jorah's blood before his strength fails him. He attempts to ignore Jorah's words, keen not to die with doubt in his heart, physically shaking them off.

He drops his shield, a great cry of "Dorne!" ringing clear as he puts all his remaining might in to a two-handed stroke.

Free action: drop shield
Greater action: Attack Jorah: 7d6k6-5 18 - 7 Damage per DoS = 14 - 12AR = 2 damage

Quentyn Yronwood
CD: 7 (2 with reckless attack)
H: 1/9
I/W/F: 3/0/3

[Ser Jorah Holt]

Jorah ignored the scrape from Ser Quentyn as his blow backhanded him across the floor unconscious.

"You die when I decide!" He announced dragging him to one side.

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finish ser quentyn: 6d6k5 23

[Reader]

Ser Quentyn fell, defeated by Ser Jorah, his fate seemingly only a matter of time...

[Ser Jorah Holt]

"Your life is mine," Jorah said, more for the other people listening rather than to Ser Quentyn, who lay unconscious on the floor "and I will deal with you afterwards."

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