Re: [Day 3, Late Morning] Old gods and old grudges [Closed]

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren looks at his brother: "
powers are not to be squandered at the first opportunity, I will prove it, but in my own pace. Will you believe when I do?"

[Athelstan]

"
When I see it"
with all the disbelief in the world behind his words.

[Loreia]

"
I'd like to hear more about the rituals sometime,"
Loreia interjects. "
Do take your time workin' your wonders. Gods willin', House Longshore'll split a few more of its own heads open before they finally bend the knee to one of you."


"
To that effect, I hear you've been practicing for the melee,"
she switched without missing a beat, still speaking to Yoren. "
Maybe I could warm you up? For killin' your friends, or bestin' them in the tourney, whichever."


*If there's any confusion, the suggestion that Yoren may kill his own people is not a jab directly at him, and nor an impression set in stone.*

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren looks at Athelstan. "
You will see it."

He then turns to Loreia: "
it varies widely, something takes days while others take no time at all, only R'hllor and a belief of steel."

He finds himself a wooden sword nearby: "
I will pretend that I did not hear the killing part, so instead of taking offence, would you like to fence with me?"

[Loreia]

Loreia grabs a wood sword and takes a stance. "
Sure,"
she says, "
let's see if you remember how to pillage."


[url=Combat Initiativeg][/url]: 4d6k3 14

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren smiles, "
Oh i never was much of a pillager, though i remember once when i was a bit younger..."
Yoren's eyes grows a bit distant, and Loreia, who from the start is a better fighter gains another advantage, to be the one on the attack.

OOC
[url=initiative][/url]: 3d6 12

[Loreia]

*Pending Reader input, I say we take appropriate bonus dice from our chosen weapon specialties(Long Blades, Short Blades). Wooden weapons, while not exactly improvised, aren't dulled metal blades either, so let's assign them an hp damage value equal to Athletics -1 without the "
Slow"
quality.*
*Nevermind, no crits.*

Initiative: Loreia 14, Yoren 12
Combat Defense(no armor pen, no shield, no parry): 10
AR: 0

Action: Move+Standard
[url=Standard Attack][/url]: 5d6k4 19 vs Combat Def
*Base Damage is 3. Number crunch degrees for damage(3 DoS if CD = 5-9, 2 DoS if CD = 10-14).

Loreia closes distance with Yoren and starts first with a firm, horizontal swing that passes through his guard, a welting blow to his midsection. "
You can grab a shield if you want,"
she offers. "
It'd make us even."


OOC: She will hold her next turn if he goes to grab a shield.

[Athelstan]

"
I'll look that way while you are done by the time I turn around and find Yoren in the floor..."
smiling to himself "
Good eye for picking the weaker one"

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren who stupidly distracted trying to answer Athelstans taunt finds himself after a few quick blows completely on his back foot, he does not even manage to react to the sword hitting him square in the jaw. Light flimmers before his eyes as he dips into unconsciousness, or maybe worse?

OOC
if you want a second round please take Athelstan!
Yoren has 9 in defence, three degrees of success, 9 damage, minus one for blunt weapon, 8 damage, and Yoren Is at your mercy, defeated, you decide which condition I get.

[Loreia]

Loreia closes distance with Yoren and starts first with a firm, horizontal swing that passes through his guard, a welting blow to his midsection. "
You can grab a shield if you want,"
she offers. "
It'd make us even."

Yoren, stupidly distracted trying to answer Athelstan's taunt, finds himself completely on his back foot after a few quick blows. He does not even manage to react to the sword hitting him square in the jaw. Light flickers before his eyes as he dips into unconsciousness.

Yoren's jaw shatters, BURN a destiny point for the kill! kidding
Condition: Unconscious

Loreia waits a moment, then prods at Yoren's listless body with her foot, after which it becomes clear what has happened to him. "
Seven hells, he's not getting back up, is he?"
she wonders out loud, legitimately surprised and disappointed, and a little worried.

"
Well, was only practice, but I wouldn't bet on his horse."
Then, she replies to Athelstan, mirthlessly offering a challenge. "
Doesn't feel right, just walkin' away after...that. So, you're the 'stronger one', then. Want to prove it?"


[url=Combat Initiative][/url]: 4d6k3 14
Rolled in advance. Challenge can still be refused.

[Athelstan]

"
Say what"
Athelstan got surprised for a second but was nevertheless ready for the warrior.

[ooc]Hate orokos sometimes[/ooc]
[url=Initiative][/url]: 5d6k4 13
Combat Defense 13 (Shield)
Health 12
Amor: Padded AR 1
Practice Axe: Athletics -1;
Damage 4 (Kept 1 dice) - Edited
Axe Fighter I, Fast

[ooc]My attack in case you don't drop me[/ooc]
[url=Attack][/url]: 5d6k4 18 2 DoS, 8 dmg

[Loreia]

Round 1
[url=Fighting(Long Blades)][/url]: 5d6k4 11

Loreia moves toward Athelstan's flank to attack. Each of her blows lands with a dissatisfying "
thud"
against his shield.

Attack: 5d6k4 18 2 DoS, 8 dmg

*The additional damage from "
Axe Fighter"
is added to the target on their next turn. You deal 6 Dmg, I suffer another 1 Dmg on my turn.*

Athelstan's axe hooks her weapon, using his to pull hers out of the way, and smacks the flat of the head against her flank, making her gasp. Badger barks reflexively at her attacker, but backs off when she orders him with a firm and clear "
no"
, and continues growling defensively.

Actions: Interact(shield), cautious attack
[url=Fighting(Long Blades)][/url]: 4d6k3 7

In response to Athelstan's skilled attack, Loreia switches to defense. She pulls her shield off her back and then swings at him to keep her distance, and misses.
Damage from Axe Fighter: 1

Combat: Round 2
Defense: 12(shield) +3(cautious attack)
Health: 8
AR: 0

[Athelstan]

"
You are a decent warrior, you have my respect for that"


Athelstan circles around her like a wolf looking for in her defenses, and with a quick step he changes his motion of movement and attack with a backhand swing of his axe dealing a decent hit.

"
Yield?"


[url=Attack][/url]: 6d6k4 22 +1 DoS
Damage 4 (Athletics -1 = 3+1)

Combat Defense 13 (Shield)
Health 10
Amor: Padded AR 1
Practice Axe: Athletics -1
Axe Fighter I, Fast

[Loreia]

The wind blows from the front, and Loreia breathes deep. "
No,"
she answers.
[url=Catch breath][/url]: 5d6k5+2 19

She swings against his weapon and attempts to mess up his posture, but ends up advertising her moves.
[url=Maneuver][/url]: 4d6k4 11

Round 3
Defense: 12
Health: 8
Fatigue: 1

[Athelstan]

A smile shows in Athelstan's face as he begins to prologue the fight like a cat playing with his food.

[url=Attack][/url]: 4d6k4 12 1 DoS
Damage 3 (+2 next round)
Combat Defense 13 (Shield)
Health 10
Amor: Padded AR 1
Practice Axe: Athletics -1
Fatigue: 0

[Loreia]

She knows why that unmistakable smirk is on his face, and she hates him for it. Loreia's just about ready to fall, but not to give up. Where were you when I was overzealous and picking fights like a mad dog?

She takes a few tired swings, and manages to land a weak hit. She retries her previous offensive tactic,
[url=Attack][/url]: 4d6k3 16
[url=Maneuver][/url]: 3d6k2 9
Revised: 3d6k3, 12
Damage: 2

Defense: 12
Health: 3
Fatigue: 1

Just a quick thing, you can make 1 attack per round only

Aww shyett. Alright, well I made a roll, so we're going to keep it and replace the action with Maneuver. She wouldn't get her bonus fom Long Blades, but she would get her 1D back, so that would be 3d6k3 instead, for 12, which still isn't enough to beat your passive Fighting test. That's the hand I must deal.

[Athelstan]

[ooc]Just a quick thing, you can make 1 attack per round only[/ooc]

Athelstan takes a hit in order to deliver a finishing blow and drop her to one knee in defeat looking somewhat absent minded "
That's an I Yield face"


[url=Attack][/url]: 6d6k4 14
Damage 4
Health 8
Combat Defense: 13

[ooc]KO?[/ooc]

[Loreia]

Just inflict "
kneeling in defeat and briefly dazed"
.

OOC: ^^This, would you kindly, which was proposed as a gentle consequence for losing in a sparring match. I'm on a schedule, and 2d6 hours could potentially invalidate my Mid Afternoon actions and possibly even negate my presence at Athelstan's trial.

[Athelstan]

[ooc]Fixed it[/ooc]

[Loreia]

"
Not a yield, ser,"
she responds tiredly, avoiding use of the word "
defeat"
, though it is implied.

"
Pass on my apology to your friend there,"
she adds. "
I would like to speak to him later, and you best make sure he's awake for your trial."
For the next minute or two, she remains on one knee to regain balance and pick herself up. She rises slowly, and tries to retain a modicum of dignity as she staggers away from the Longshore camps.

[Athelstan]

"
So should I knock you the fuck out then? Remove the light out of your beautiful face to leave you stone cold?"
as he glares at her for a moment and just shakes his head "
That pride will kill you one day, but it's not today and not by my hand unless you force it like someone else already has"


Turning to look at Yoren "
He will be there, I'm only guilty of braking the peace"
smiling with a great grin in his face as he sees her stand, have a good day, next time wear something so we can practice for longer"
Athelstan picks Yoren like a potato sack and brings him into the tents and have some cold water dropped on him to bring him back.

[Loreia]

To his retort, he earns no more than a caustic scowl. It never meets his eye, instead warily downcast at his feet.

OOC: Other than that, scene's finished.

[Yoren longshore]

Yoren soon become like a wet potatosack as water is splashed unto him before he wakes groggily.

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