What did I just do?
Jul 7, 2014 18:28:26 GMT
Post by Ace on Jul 7, 2014 18:28:26 GMT
(As most of you know I have a siezure disorder that has effected my memory. Doug has been kind enough to be giving combat lessons - as he is a combat dm! My deepest thanks to Douglas for showing me how easy and fun combat can be and I hope get better at it so I can involve it in my storytelling more often. Thank you to all the dms for being so patient with me! Hense I've included the rolls with our rp.)
*It was inevitable. Put a fighter amoung unseasoned rookies and she'd soon be trying to training them. Like Grant or any other fighter...And eventually one would come along that didn't think it was a woman's place to train men, or other women for that matter. Frederic walked to his office window and just that sort of confrontation started to take place.*
*He blinks as he walks further toward the window. He smiles and says nothing, crossing his hands before him, his ledger held there. His calculating green eyes scouring those involved in the confrontation.*
*Red was chuckling goodnaturedly, leaning against the wall, lighting his pipe. As Lore shrugged.* <dol> Well, you're probably right. A woman can't train them as good as you could. But what if the woman beat you in a spar? Could she try then?
*Fred chuckles remembering the last time one of his men fought a woman.... That is how Malice came into his employ. The fighter scoffs at the woman and smiles, looking her over from neck to feet then back* <Moore> Your better suited to exertion in the bedchambers, than a sparing pit.... And THAT is a challenge I would like to see you accept! *He and the others in the courtyard laughed as Frederic stands quietly just inside of the doorway.*
*Lore smiled a saccharine smile.* <dol> Really?...You're just a charmer, aren't you? What if...when I lose you get me in your bed chambers all night? *She played with Moore insignia on his uniform.* But on the slight chance that I win, I get to train you're men? Hmm?
*He laughs, looking to the others and he turns, slapping the hand away and pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her tight to his hips.* ~Dol~ Perhaps we just skip the talk and move straight to the play time...*It was at that time, Fred would speak up.* ~dol~ Sounds as if the woman has issued you a legal challenge to a duel, Kregod..... *All the men come to a rigid state of attention as Kregod begins to speak, he is cut off by Frederic.* ~Dol~ I care not for your drivel... The next words from your mouth should be either "I accept" or " I am a cowardly toad, not worth the mailed fist upon my chest."
<dol> I mean look at me, Kregod, I'm not big to hurt a flea, right? *Lore said with a batt of her lashes. She'd never heard the name before but he looked in good shape. It would make for a challange, but could she stomach the price of losing? Eh, not like she hadn't been fucked before.*
*The man, flustered but disciplined, responded.* <Kregod> I accept..... *It seemed there was more he desired to add, but he remained at the position of attention and said only those two words. Fred smirks and with a nod clears the courtyard of all but Lore as they all moved to the sparring pit.*
<w dol> How can challenge him to a duel, I'm a commoner! *She hissed in Fred's ear.*
*He raises an eyebrow to that* ~wdol~ You didn't know? Right of Challenge is available to all. *His voice is wrapped in silken promises as he uses it to maximum effectiveness.*
*Her eyes widened.* <w dol> No, I didn't know...So what happens now, he choses weapon, I choose terms? Help me here!
~wdol~ Your challenge, your terms. he retains the option to refuse....*he smirks*.... He will not. Legal duels are to the blood, to yield or to the death. You may use your steel, or there -are- touney weapons in the Pit.... but those will not bring you the respect you desire.
*She swallowed and a hardness entered her eyes.* I'm playing for keeps here. *She looked toward the pit.* Should I make it to yield?
*He nods lightly.*
...I...Think I can take him. He favors his left knee. Could be a ruse, won't know...Wish me well?
*He smiles and glances to the man* You have little concern.
*Kregod stands center of the ring, his arms folded before him staring intently at Lore. when she looks towards him he obscenely licks his lips.*
*Red was where he could watch...and intervene...if things turned snakey, and with the Moore, things often did. Lore freed her short swords and gives them a quick spin to prove her prowess with them.* <dol> Naked steel...And I'm feeling generous...so just to yield, Kregod.
*He laughs* I'll have ye shoutin' yield twice tonight when I show you your place woman! *He is handed a shield and a battleaxe and he beats the axe against the shield a couple times and he takes up a battle stance.*
<dol> What is this man, Sir Frederic, beating his shield like a Northerner? How uncouth! (init 20, hit ac 31. 26dmg) *Lore lunges on the last syllable of un-COUTH! straight for the left knee, piercing it deeply!*
*Frederic shrugs, his face baring that serene little smile, as always.* (init 9)
*He winces as the woman cuts him viciously, he balls himself up maximizing the effect of his shield, taking a defensive stance, he moves very cautiously, his shield out front and his axe behind. Quick as lightning the axe comes out and strikes not once, but twice*(Full CE, AC 30 | hit twice for 21 dmg)
*Lore saw he could give as wall as take, that axe dug deeply, creating fresh scars. But she bit off the pain and continued to stalk him. Shifting to a higher guard with her short swords she lashed out at him three times, and people might now see why she was called the Blade Dancer, for it looked as if she was dancing the dance of death with him scoring but one hit - but deep one!* (combat expertise 3 so ac 23, hit once for 14 dmg)
*With the final stike of his weapon it seems he was falling away, but instead the axe came around in a high overhead arch coming down upon her shoulder, glancing off of her armor* (missed)
*Lore saw her chance and took it. Throwing caution to the wind those blade swirling around her, piercing once, then she spun catching it in mid air while the other beneath the shield for another fresh splash of blood, It spirted near her lip and her tongue snaked out to catch it giving him the lear he'd given her. There was nothing sane about, either. She enjoyed this dance with death! - Well in her minds eye that's how SHE saw it but there was no spirt of blood only he sounds of three thunks as her blades bounce harmlessly off of the masterfully wielded shield.*
*He comes out right after the third strike of her swords, The axe swinging deftly back and forth, slashing toward the openings, both swings barely scratching her armor. His concentration remains on staying away from those dangerous blades.*
(miss/miss)
*She knew she'd barely dodged a bullet there, but decided to try...something...Just because Abe saw through her feints now didn't mean everyone would. Going into a defensive pattern, she tried the elaborate weaving of the weapons, drawing eyes to her off handed blade while attempting to sneak inside his guard.* (Attempting a feint while ac is 25, bluff 21?)
(hit ac 23 I'm wondering if that cancles out his CE?)
*Again, the short sword bounces harmlessly off his shield.* (nope)
(Ah that's what I thought. It doesn't! Question answered!)
*His shield shifts allowing him a more accurate strike the axe archs across, striking her firmly in the chest, blowing away her breath.* (ac 30, Dazing blow 7 dmg, Fort 16 or lose all actions next round. AC drops to 25)
(Holy shite, 16 fort) *Lore appeared completly helpless to even raise a sword to him, dark rolling up into her skull.*
*He grins evilly.* ~dol~ Yield Bitch
<dol> I..I...Ye- *But he seemed sucked into it about to part the chainshirt with the blade of his axe and feast on bared boosoms...When she one sword jerked up suddenly and other thrust outward!* GOTCHA! *She grinned ferely and thrust that short blade with it's nasty barbs and giving it a vicious twist for good measure!* (27 dmg)
*He staggers back from the blow, falling to his ass, his axe going wide and his shield above him defensively* ~dol~ .......Yield.....
*Only on set of hands clapped as Lore stands triumphantly above the powerful warrior.... Frederic smiles brilliantly, clapping. His eyes lock onto her own, a level of respect plain within.*
*She spits out blood, his? Hers? Who knew at this point, and tried walk as steadily as she could past the stunned cadets, her face a mask of the cool emotionless facade that so easily gave way to blood lust.*
(bluff 23 to hide pain)
*The gathered men has grown from before the match, but all stand silent, looking to the man clutching at his chest trying to stand, not a person moves to help him.*
*Lore was discusted.* <dol> He's still an officer. Help him up and bear him gently ...NOW! *She put that command in her voice. But it cost her. She turned her back and walked beyond the sight of the Cadets to collapse against the side of a building.
*The men came out of their daze and moved to tend to the fallen soldier. One of them pulling out a healers kit and properly dressing the wounds as the others situate him to be a bit more comfortable. There is a murmered rumbling through the ranks of those men, whispers from one to another.
Around the same corner Frederic appears, his hands resting casually before him* ~dol~ Brilliant show, from start to finish. *He smiles brightly.*
*She looked to him as she continued to bleed profusely. How? What? Why? She was was incensed! That guy was every bit her equal...or her better!* <q dol>...You...you bloody son of a bitch...*She wheezed out as one lung collapsed on her. The rest of her words were an angry but silent tyrade before she slid down the wall went still.
Red walked up to her with a vial of vigarolla in his hand.* <dol> Ye mighta warned her? Eh...That's what she gets for picken on a damned Moore. Will ye at least help me get it down her throat?...And...It was damned brilliant show, weren't it? *Red was grinning all to beat the band!*
*He chuckles as he tilts her head back.* ~Dwarven~ I did not issue a the challenge. *She looks to Red* She did. She did brilliantly, and if she wanted the respect of the guard, it was the only way. *He glances back around the corner to the men being shoved off the injured captain straight to the ground as he hobbles his way back towards the barracks.* Moores do not fall easily. *Frederic sighed.*
<dwa> Aye, neither does she. Stubborn as a mule, this one. Willin ta die just to keep that bastard from usin her 'gainst the Witch Hunter. But she's bloody honest. Gotta get over that. *He poured another vial down her thoat and she coughed a came up with blood rage her in eyes, fighting like she was still in a battle! Red pushed Frederic away just as her fist would have clocked him and Red gave a stinging SLAP to her face!*
LORE! S'over...Ye...Look at me!....Now...Aye? *She stopped her struggles and looked like a bloody, soaking wet bundle of remorse.* <q dol> Sorry...Sorry... *Sense back in her eyes she reached for Fred's hand.* So sorry!
*He blinks to Red and reaches a hesitant hand towards her.* ~dol~ Does she always do that? *He looks back to the woman, seeming to have use of all of her limbs!*
<dol d> Only when...Well...*He didn't appear to want to answer.* She thinks she's still in -
*He blinks, not understanding.*
<q dol> In the rape...*She finished for him.* You can say it, Red. He knows.
*He lifts his hand, assisting her up from the ground* ~dol~ Well. Seems you have proven yourself everything I thought you would be.
<q dol> A raving lunitic? *With both their help she got to her feet.* That's just my softer side.
*Frederic chuckles* ~dol~ only in part, but that is what makes you interesting. So, What started this escapade?
<q dol> You mean you didn't plan it? *She look at him oddly.*
~Dol~ I plan a lot of things Lore, but I do not plan sparring spats between warriors.
Who in the hells was that guy? I feel he tried to scramble my brain.
~dol~ That was the captain of the local house guard. here in Doltanbran *His hands folded before him once again.* And let us pray he did not. I need your brain in tact.
<dol> YOU said he'd be no...how did you put it? Not a big concern?
*He motions to the bandaged man walking slowly into the barracks.* ~dol~ I am rarely wrong.
<vq dol> Holy sweet, Galathas...I beat 'm...
*He looks to red* ~Dwarven~ You say this is normal?
<dwa> Perfectly. Ye shouda seen her after the demon.
*Lore looked between them both.* <q dol>You both know I speak fluent Dwarven.
*He just looks to Lore and shrugs, with that maddening, serene smile back in place.*
*It was inevitable. Put a fighter amoung unseasoned rookies and she'd soon be trying to training them. Like Grant or any other fighter...And eventually one would come along that didn't think it was a woman's place to train men, or other women for that matter. Frederic walked to his office window and just that sort of confrontation started to take place.*
*He blinks as he walks further toward the window. He smiles and says nothing, crossing his hands before him, his ledger held there. His calculating green eyes scouring those involved in the confrontation.*
*Red was chuckling goodnaturedly, leaning against the wall, lighting his pipe. As Lore shrugged.* <dol> Well, you're probably right. A woman can't train them as good as you could. But what if the woman beat you in a spar? Could she try then?
*Fred chuckles remembering the last time one of his men fought a woman.... That is how Malice came into his employ. The fighter scoffs at the woman and smiles, looking her over from neck to feet then back* <Moore> Your better suited to exertion in the bedchambers, than a sparing pit.... And THAT is a challenge I would like to see you accept! *He and the others in the courtyard laughed as Frederic stands quietly just inside of the doorway.*
*Lore smiled a saccharine smile.* <dol> Really?...You're just a charmer, aren't you? What if...when I lose you get me in your bed chambers all night? *She played with Moore insignia on his uniform.* But on the slight chance that I win, I get to train you're men? Hmm?
*He laughs, looking to the others and he turns, slapping the hand away and pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her tight to his hips.* ~Dol~ Perhaps we just skip the talk and move straight to the play time...*It was at that time, Fred would speak up.* ~dol~ Sounds as if the woman has issued you a legal challenge to a duel, Kregod..... *All the men come to a rigid state of attention as Kregod begins to speak, he is cut off by Frederic.* ~Dol~ I care not for your drivel... The next words from your mouth should be either "I accept" or " I am a cowardly toad, not worth the mailed fist upon my chest."
<dol> I mean look at me, Kregod, I'm not big to hurt a flea, right? *Lore said with a batt of her lashes. She'd never heard the name before but he looked in good shape. It would make for a challange, but could she stomach the price of losing? Eh, not like she hadn't been fucked before.*
*The man, flustered but disciplined, responded.* <Kregod> I accept..... *It seemed there was more he desired to add, but he remained at the position of attention and said only those two words. Fred smirks and with a nod clears the courtyard of all but Lore as they all moved to the sparring pit.*
<w dol> How can challenge him to a duel, I'm a commoner! *She hissed in Fred's ear.*
*He raises an eyebrow to that* ~wdol~ You didn't know? Right of Challenge is available to all. *His voice is wrapped in silken promises as he uses it to maximum effectiveness.*
*Her eyes widened.* <w dol> No, I didn't know...So what happens now, he choses weapon, I choose terms? Help me here!
~wdol~ Your challenge, your terms. he retains the option to refuse....*he smirks*.... He will not. Legal duels are to the blood, to yield or to the death. You may use your steel, or there -are- touney weapons in the Pit.... but those will not bring you the respect you desire.
*She swallowed and a hardness entered her eyes.* I'm playing for keeps here. *She looked toward the pit.* Should I make it to yield?
*He nods lightly.*
...I...Think I can take him. He favors his left knee. Could be a ruse, won't know...Wish me well?
*He smiles and glances to the man* You have little concern.
*Kregod stands center of the ring, his arms folded before him staring intently at Lore. when she looks towards him he obscenely licks his lips.*
*Red was where he could watch...and intervene...if things turned snakey, and with the Moore, things often did. Lore freed her short swords and gives them a quick spin to prove her prowess with them.* <dol> Naked steel...And I'm feeling generous...so just to yield, Kregod.
*He laughs* I'll have ye shoutin' yield twice tonight when I show you your place woman! *He is handed a shield and a battleaxe and he beats the axe against the shield a couple times and he takes up a battle stance.*
<dol> What is this man, Sir Frederic, beating his shield like a Northerner? How uncouth! (init 20, hit ac 31. 26dmg) *Lore lunges on the last syllable of un-COUTH! straight for the left knee, piercing it deeply!*
*Frederic shrugs, his face baring that serene little smile, as always.* (init 9)
*He winces as the woman cuts him viciously, he balls himself up maximizing the effect of his shield, taking a defensive stance, he moves very cautiously, his shield out front and his axe behind. Quick as lightning the axe comes out and strikes not once, but twice*(Full CE, AC 30 | hit twice for 21 dmg)
*Lore saw he could give as wall as take, that axe dug deeply, creating fresh scars. But she bit off the pain and continued to stalk him. Shifting to a higher guard with her short swords she lashed out at him three times, and people might now see why she was called the Blade Dancer, for it looked as if she was dancing the dance of death with him scoring but one hit - but deep one!* (combat expertise 3 so ac 23, hit once for 14 dmg)
*With the final stike of his weapon it seems he was falling away, but instead the axe came around in a high overhead arch coming down upon her shoulder, glancing off of her armor* (missed)
*Lore saw her chance and took it. Throwing caution to the wind those blade swirling around her, piercing once, then she spun catching it in mid air while the other beneath the shield for another fresh splash of blood, It spirted near her lip and her tongue snaked out to catch it giving him the lear he'd given her. There was nothing sane about, either. She enjoyed this dance with death! - Well in her minds eye that's how SHE saw it but there was no spirt of blood only he sounds of three thunks as her blades bounce harmlessly off of the masterfully wielded shield.*
*He comes out right after the third strike of her swords, The axe swinging deftly back and forth, slashing toward the openings, both swings barely scratching her armor. His concentration remains on staying away from those dangerous blades.*
(miss/miss)
*She knew she'd barely dodged a bullet there, but decided to try...something...Just because Abe saw through her feints now didn't mean everyone would. Going into a defensive pattern, she tried the elaborate weaving of the weapons, drawing eyes to her off handed blade while attempting to sneak inside his guard.* (Attempting a feint while ac is 25, bluff 21?)
(hit ac 23 I'm wondering if that cancles out his CE?)
*Again, the short sword bounces harmlessly off his shield.* (nope)
(Ah that's what I thought. It doesn't! Question answered!)
*His shield shifts allowing him a more accurate strike the axe archs across, striking her firmly in the chest, blowing away her breath.* (ac 30, Dazing blow 7 dmg, Fort 16 or lose all actions next round. AC drops to 25)
(Holy shite, 16 fort) *Lore appeared completly helpless to even raise a sword to him, dark rolling up into her skull.*
*He grins evilly.* ~dol~ Yield Bitch
<dol> I..I...Ye- *But he seemed sucked into it about to part the chainshirt with the blade of his axe and feast on bared boosoms...When she one sword jerked up suddenly and other thrust outward!* GOTCHA! *She grinned ferely and thrust that short blade with it's nasty barbs and giving it a vicious twist for good measure!* (27 dmg)
*He staggers back from the blow, falling to his ass, his axe going wide and his shield above him defensively* ~dol~ .......Yield.....
*Only on set of hands clapped as Lore stands triumphantly above the powerful warrior.... Frederic smiles brilliantly, clapping. His eyes lock onto her own, a level of respect plain within.*
*She spits out blood, his? Hers? Who knew at this point, and tried walk as steadily as she could past the stunned cadets, her face a mask of the cool emotionless facade that so easily gave way to blood lust.*
(bluff 23 to hide pain)
*The gathered men has grown from before the match, but all stand silent, looking to the man clutching at his chest trying to stand, not a person moves to help him.*
*Lore was discusted.* <dol> He's still an officer. Help him up and bear him gently ...NOW! *She put that command in her voice. But it cost her. She turned her back and walked beyond the sight of the Cadets to collapse against the side of a building.
*The men came out of their daze and moved to tend to the fallen soldier. One of them pulling out a healers kit and properly dressing the wounds as the others situate him to be a bit more comfortable. There is a murmered rumbling through the ranks of those men, whispers from one to another.
Around the same corner Frederic appears, his hands resting casually before him* ~dol~ Brilliant show, from start to finish. *He smiles brightly.*
*She looked to him as she continued to bleed profusely. How? What? Why? She was was incensed! That guy was every bit her equal...or her better!* <q dol>...You...you bloody son of a bitch...*She wheezed out as one lung collapsed on her. The rest of her words were an angry but silent tyrade before she slid down the wall went still.
Red walked up to her with a vial of vigarolla in his hand.* <dol> Ye mighta warned her? Eh...That's what she gets for picken on a damned Moore. Will ye at least help me get it down her throat?...And...It was damned brilliant show, weren't it? *Red was grinning all to beat the band!*
*He chuckles as he tilts her head back.* ~Dwarven~ I did not issue a the challenge. *She looks to Red* She did. She did brilliantly, and if she wanted the respect of the guard, it was the only way. *He glances back around the corner to the men being shoved off the injured captain straight to the ground as he hobbles his way back towards the barracks.* Moores do not fall easily. *Frederic sighed.*
<dwa> Aye, neither does she. Stubborn as a mule, this one. Willin ta die just to keep that bastard from usin her 'gainst the Witch Hunter. But she's bloody honest. Gotta get over that. *He poured another vial down her thoat and she coughed a came up with blood rage her in eyes, fighting like she was still in a battle! Red pushed Frederic away just as her fist would have clocked him and Red gave a stinging SLAP to her face!*
LORE! S'over...Ye...Look at me!....Now...Aye? *She stopped her struggles and looked like a bloody, soaking wet bundle of remorse.* <q dol> Sorry...Sorry... *Sense back in her eyes she reached for Fred's hand.* So sorry!
*He blinks to Red and reaches a hesitant hand towards her.* ~dol~ Does she always do that? *He looks back to the woman, seeming to have use of all of her limbs!*
<dol d> Only when...Well...*He didn't appear to want to answer.* She thinks she's still in -
*He blinks, not understanding.*
<q dol> In the rape...*She finished for him.* You can say it, Red. He knows.
*He lifts his hand, assisting her up from the ground* ~dol~ Well. Seems you have proven yourself everything I thought you would be.
<q dol> A raving lunitic? *With both their help she got to her feet.* That's just my softer side.
*Frederic chuckles* ~dol~ only in part, but that is what makes you interesting. So, What started this escapade?
<q dol> You mean you didn't plan it? *She look at him oddly.*
~Dol~ I plan a lot of things Lore, but I do not plan sparring spats between warriors.
Who in the hells was that guy? I feel he tried to scramble my brain.
~dol~ That was the captain of the local house guard. here in Doltanbran *His hands folded before him once again.* And let us pray he did not. I need your brain in tact.
<dol> YOU said he'd be no...how did you put it? Not a big concern?
*He motions to the bandaged man walking slowly into the barracks.* ~dol~ I am rarely wrong.
<vq dol> Holy sweet, Galathas...I beat 'm...
*He looks to red* ~Dwarven~ You say this is normal?
<dwa> Perfectly. Ye shouda seen her after the demon.
*Lore looked between them both.* <q dol>You both know I speak fluent Dwarven.
*He just looks to Lore and shrugs, with that maddening, serene smile back in place.*