[Prologue] Honorable Defense.   Posted by Narrator.Group: 0
Narrator
 GM, 1000 posts
Mon 18 Jun 2018
at 10:50
[Prologue] Honorable Defense
Fall was in the air. The light breeze was crisp and smelled of things falling, dying, changing. This was nothing new to Farryn. To celebrate the harvest Lord Vance Yaneth had commissioned Farryn and the other huntsmen to bring home six buck, to feed the town at a celebration that evening. The hunt had been a quick one. As head huntsman Farryn knew how best to manage a forest and the game surrounding the Yaneth lands were plentiful, even if occasionally there were complaints that there was not enough game to be had. The people of the region, if pressed would have admitted they did not hunger and that the meat they ate was sufficient. However, strong is the emotion and desire for more.

Despite these underlying tones the festival was a huge success. The huntsmen were heralded nearly as heroes as they brought home beautiful deer, Farryn having felled a beautiful 18-point buck is greeted with pats on her back. The fire pits were dug and spits put up as preparations for the feast and festivities were beginning. It was just before noon and the rest of the afternoon was filled with rolling kegs of ale, preparing tables, seats and tents. Bales of hay were used to construct the "Tower of Fall", a game of king on the hill almost always won by Sigmund, a brute of a man, who in the name of the event always ended up seriously hurting someone. Yet most of the men in the town still attempted the climb despite the shaking of heads by their wives.

Finally evening fell and the time for fun and games started. Lord Vance Yaneth sought out Farryn.

"Farryn, you and your huntsmen have outdone yourself. I see a feast that like of which the people will talk about for the months to come, and hopefully remains a beacon of light through the long winter."

He remains a respectful and proper distance, hands clasped behind his back as he comments on Farryn's success.


Turk grabbed two ales and nearly collapsed onto a sturdy bench next to Raegbund.
"What say you Shep? Going to try your hand at the Tower?"

Shep had only arrived the past spring, and had not yet seen the marvel that all the men had been going on about. The tower was indeed impressive, spanning twenty bales high and nearly as many across it had taken a week to construct.

"Why I'd do it myself if only -"
"Oh THAT Story again Turk? Give it a rest!"
"OY! Let a man finish his words. It was the best I ever dun, even if it meant I'm only gud ta be a shepherd now.."

At first glance Turk did look rather meek, but as you watch him walk it's a miracle he can still contribute. His gait is that of a man with a leg that broke, was poorly set and meant the end of his meaningful work as a farmer. His frame, once large and commandeering, was broken and slight. But he still had the first and pride of one who was still alive and contributing.

"Well then let's see old boy, you were climbing the bales -"
"AYE! That I was, neck to neck with Sigmund. Right cheeky arse. He made a pull at me and I lost a handhold, but flipped away some and kept on going, gaining a half a length on him. Nearly to the top I was -
"Four bales away is nearly to the top?"

The newcomer, Seth, was always good for poking at Turk, and if you didn't know the two so well you'd think Seth was egging Turk on, looking to beat the man down. But it was all part of the fun and Seth was as good a fellow as any.

"Like you ever made it any closer?! So there I was, nearly a-top the tower when I get pulled-"
A hand falls to the table, large, calloused, and it belongs to an arm as thick as a ten year old maple.
"You get pulled off the stack like the piece of shit you are." The hand is pulled back and Sigmund lumbers off. The grey cloud lingers a moment before Turk continues.

"And he tosses me all the way to the ground. Messed my leg up real good. You gotta get him Shep, you'll make mince-meat of him!"
A large barrel of laughter starts like a low rumble as crescendos to a hearty laugh as Sigmund drops right to the other side of Raegbund.
"HA...HA...HA - you think you can take me BOY?! A large hand swings and slaps Shep on the back.
"A shepherd taking on the blacksmith, a tale for wives over their fires all winter. I know, because I'm in their beds when they're telling it!!!"
Getting back up Sigmund lumbers away leaving Shep, Turk and Seth with mugs of ale at their hand.
Raegbund Crowsworn
 player, 11 posts
Mon 18 Jun 2018
at 17:30
[Prologue] Honorable Defense
It had taken the urging of Turk and Seth over the last couple of weeks to get Shep to even show up at this event. He'd have been happy enough to just watch from the outskirts of the village, or even skip it entirely in order to avoid possible confrontation that might bring unwanted attention his way.

Sitting on the bench, taking in the scenes and sights around him, but not necessarily enjoying the moment, Shep humored Turk, for he was one of the few friends he'd made. It was a bit of a one-sided friendship at that, for Turk was the more outgoing and outspoken. Shep had a soft spot for the man however, and though he gently teased, making light of the accident was an expression of empathy that is understood among men.

Shep's hackles instantly raised when the hand slapped the table. There was a flare within, like the fanning of the Blacksmith's own forge. Shep gripped his mug and clenched his jaw to keep from reacting. Sigmund was a bully, one that needed to be put in his place. That was just the sort of service Shep was inclined - through both the merit of his personality as well as his training with the Knighthood - to provide to the community, but there was a deeper compulsion to just let it go. Unfortunately however, Turk was not the only casualty of Sigmund's roughness.

When Sigmund returned to mock Shep, the inner fires flared higher. Shep's own large hand gripped the boards tightly, to the point where nails - likely forged by Sigmund himself - groaned a bit in protest. The rough slap on the back was the line.

Shep stood up slowly as Sigmund walked away. "Yes lout," the squire said through clenched teeth, "I'll be on the tower. Due to the nature of the festival, I'm inclined to face your challenge up there rather than right here, right now. We'll settle it at the top!" Shep's companions might have noted not only the change in tone in speaking, but rather the change in language itself, being somewhat more formal and crisp. Shep's posture was straight and formal as well. The blue eyes blazed with intensity as they sized up the Blacksmith.


Using Leadership to look for a weakness in Sigmund, or something which Shep might exploit: Raegbund Crowsworn rolled 97 (Auto-fail)... Apparently not. :-P

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Farryn Tristoris
 player, 8 posts
 Hunter and Herbalist
 Friendly and Focused
Tue 19 Jun 2018
at 03:44
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Today had been a good day. Fine weather, successful hunt, and a few mugs of ale with her men all had her in high spirits. Still, Farryn did her best to subdue her grin and inclined herself to the human noble. "Thank you, milord. It is always a pleasure to do our part." She straightened and clasped her hands together politely. "Have you been enjoying the festivities as well?"
Narrator
 GM, 1002 posts
Tue 19 Jun 2018
at 10:17
[Prologue] Honorable Defense
Vance smiled at Farryn's question as one of his hands raised to wave at somebody who called out in greeting.

"I have found that there are many ways to derive enjoyment from something - in this case it brings me happiness that the people in our community can find such happiness with so simple a gesture."

The walk you and Lord Yaneth were on was on a trajectory towards the large tent sent up for him and his family.

"Might I interest you in something sweeter? I have inside, a cask of wine from Arimira Clave. One of the last merchants coming through had several and I thought perhaps you might fancy some. Also I admit to needing some help with something, and am offering this up as a small token of payment, as it were.

You approach the large tent, the canvas a dark blue, almost blending in with the darkening of the sky.




Sigmund rears back and laughs, a bellow as mighty as the one from his forge. "AYE, I can understand why you'd be scared to face me now, we'll see what you're made of on the way up. Boy.

Sigmund turns his back to you at the utterance of the last syllable. It was a slight, but one that socially you could do little about without starting a brawl.

Turk tugged at your sleeve.

"Rest up laddie, you'll get him, you'll get him. He is right bout one thing - that man is too free with the woman."
Seth nods in agreement. Neither of them were married but they both knew well on enough about what Sigmund's game was.
"No one can best him, the men folk know but can't prove anything, the women-folk are too scared to speak against him. He simply wallows in it, working his forge by day, being an ass both day and night."
Raegbund Crowsworn
 player, 12 posts
 Defender - Rank 3
 BP:45/45, INIT:1, DR:5
Wed 20 Jun 2018
at 04:04
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A blood vein throbbed dangerously just below Shep's left eyebrow. He took a deep and shuddering breath, and looked down to realize the mug he'd been holding was now crushed. He saw the liquid dripping from his hand into the dirt. Nearby a trio of young boys watched the exchange with wide eyes. When Shep's fury-tinged gaze fell upon them, they turned to scramble off into the crowd, save one who left grudgingly. The boy looked at the crushed mug and the large shepherd and gave a serious sort of nod, a youthful token of respect, awe, and hope.

The revelations of his two friends about the blacksmith's forced liaisons with the village women removed any further doubts that Shep would compete. He would compete on behalf of those who could not. Such were among the oaths of the Knighthood of the Rose, and though he was only a Squire, he had striven to follow those oaths as well. If he drew attention to himself so be it, he'd deal with that when it happened. As his eyes cast around at the villagers, he could see now the faint hints of fear and shame on the faces of the villagers, women and men alike.

The blood vein throbbed.

"All right then Turk, tell me about this contest and Seth, tell me about the ways you've seen that animal cheat. I want to beat him, as badly as I've wanted anything in a good long while... What can you tell me?"

Shep kicked the crumpled mug under the table and clenched his fists together to keep them from shaking as he surveyed the tower.
Farryn Tristoris
 player, 9 posts
 Hunter and Herbalist
 Friendly and Focused
Wed 20 Jun 2018
at 06:06
[Prologue] Honorable Defense
"Simple, perhaps, but always appreciated." Farryn touched on Maton's mind and the wolf roused from his nap to join the two bipeds. "I am always willing to give what aid I am able. If you want to share a glass of Arimiri wine while I do so, that is entirely your choice." She smiled at Lord Vance, allowing a little play into the polite. The two weren't friends, exactly, but they weren't solely lord and hunter either. Farryn knew which lines she could cross, and did her best not to abuse his favor.
Narrator
 GM, 1003 posts
Thu 21 Jun 2018
at 22:29
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Vance waves at a guard who opens a flap of the tent allowing Lord Yaneth and Farryn to pass within its embrace. A thought enters your head about how this might look, you lose it just as quickly as Vance's wife, Lady Helena stands to greet her husband.

"I see you've brought Farryn, I will fetch the wine."

Helena flashes you a smile and a nod as she disappears into one of the adjacent rooms. Vance sits upon a simple but well constructed chair at the head of a simple, but well constructed table.

"My Grandfather commissioned this table and it has been the table at which my family has taken all its meals since that day. We would have you join us for this drink and bread while we make our proposal."

Helena returns to the room and waves at you with one hand to sit while carrying a dusty bottle in the other.

"Husband you spare me no modesty when you speak like that. It is my request, Farryn, that you take our daughter to the forest, teach her some of the land, the way of the world, something that we would be unable. You will be one of several tutors, but you will be the first. Please don't say no.




"Well, there's that there tower of hay, and you need to get to the top and stay there until no one challenges you."
"And he don't cheat, that's the thing. He's the strongest man in the village. Cept'n maybe yerself. As for rules, there aren't none. Aside from no weapons. Easy to enforce, you gotta climb in the buff."
Raegbund Crowsworn
 player, 13 posts
 Defender - Rank 3
 BP:45/45, INIT:1, DR:5
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 04:48
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The reddish tinge to Shep's skin caused by his rush of anger suddenly paled several shades. "In the... what? No..." The large shepherd's face was a study in conflict.

"Surely you're speaking in jest, you're just trying to lighten the moment. One does not truly have to compete... like you said?"

There were many reasons why Shep recoiled at the thought of trying to climb and defend the hay tower in the nude, and his tradition of modesty was one of the lesser. If he were to disrobe, then people would see the many scars from wounds, wounds that were easily recognizable by those who fight for a living as those earned in battle, and not just typical street scuffles either. This would lead to no end of gossip, and worse, questions.

"I... I think I've changed my mind. I'd... uh... I think I'd better go check on my yearlings. They're... that is... I should probably..."

Shep snatched his crook from where it lay propped against a heavy post, and turned to leave the festival. He felt ashamed and dishonored at having to back down from a challenge, especially to one such as Sigmund the Smith, in order to protect his own neck.

No, not just my own neck... I protect something far more valuable than that...
Narrator
 GM, 1004 posts
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 11:07
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Many protests and questions of why follow you as Raegbund leaves a confused Shep and Turk behind. A bellow of laughter and indiscernible taunts can be heard as Sigmund observes your departure from beyond.
Raegbund Crowsworn
 player, 14 posts
 Defender - Rank 3
 BP:45/45, INIT:1, DR:5
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 18:52
[Prologue] Honorable Defense
Shep heard the laughter, taunting and haunting at the same time. He saw the confused looks on the faces of his friends, looks that were both questioning and disappointed. The stout crook in his hand suffered from the building rage of the humble shepherd who was anything but. With each step, the tall squire pounded the hardened wooden end into the dirt.

Glancing up toward the hill above the village, he saw where he'd staked his shoader, a carved stick that was painted with markings to indicate whose animals were grazing in the area. A herdsman's dogs were trained to patrol a perimeter around the shoader and keep the flock or herd within a certain distance of it. The dogs Shep utilized weren't his own, one borrowed and one belonging to the farmer who owned the goats he tended, but they were both well behaved. He saw Kika, the white and gray female, but he didn't see Chaser, the large male which Turk had loaned him.

Shep followed the dirt road out of the village and then turned to crest the rise. Here he could look down on the village, not that far below. He sat down on the grass angrily and watched the festivities from this vantage while he wrestled with the moral dilemma and his decision.

Kika walked by, glancing over at him to see if he might give her some command or perhaps a morsel of something tasty, but it appeared to her that the man was occupied. She continued her endless circling around the shoader, leaving Shep to struggle alone.
Farryn Tristoris
 player, 10 posts
 Hunter and Herbalist
 Friendly and Focused
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 23:42
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Farryn couldn't help raising her eyebrows at the request. She'd expected concerns about food stores or wintertime predation, not something like this. But she could not deny that the girl could only benefit from such instruction. So, she nodded. "I would be honored. When will we begin?"
Narrator
 GM, 1006 posts
Sat 23 Jun 2018
at 12:49
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Vance looks to Helena. In these close quarters it's obvious where the division of power in this family is drawn. But it is natural, loving and not tied to power or uneven between the two. Helena and Vance share a look that most married couples aspire to achieve and Helena answers Farryn with a smile.

"Tomorrow, after the festival. Lord Yaneth will follow and learn something as well, though he will not accompany you typically."

Vance reached out and took Helena's hand as the two grasped their goblets, filled modestly with wine, your own with a generous pour in front of you.

Vance raises a glass to Farryn and toasts. "To the education of our young, that they may surprise us with their strengths and that we may temper their frailties."

Helena looks at Vance skeptically. "...and that we won't focus on what they can't do dear."
"Err.. yes. Right."

Goblets extended they drink to your agreement.




Shep has found solace on the hill facing the festivities. From his vantage he can see the people milling about like ants, the tents of well to do families rimming the perimeter of the festivities, Lard Yaneth's set back just a tad. Laughter and music fill the air as the sweet smell of life surrounds you. Suddenly a drums starts banging and there are hoots and hollers as men and barely of age boys start walking towards the large tower of hay on the perimeter. Women folk and girls stay back a ways but whisper and giggle as white skin framed by tan arms and faces appear as all the men take off their clothes. Those men who abstain for one reason or the next stay at the tables, placing best. Strong men gather on one side of the tower, younger men and boys on the other. Whether you watch or not the men prepare themselves when finally a hush falls over the crowd. A horn calls out and the men rush forward. Sigmund's bulk is apparent as he rushes the tower, already pushing those near him aside. "Casualties" are frequent at first as boys fall to the soft hay at the base of the tower laughing and wrestling with their mates. The competition for the men is fierce and pitched as others overtake Sigmund who fights his way up through the crowd for the top. A young lad of barely thirteen years makes the top of the tower and stays there some time as the fighting for position below him makes progress slow. He is topped by another boy of his age who calls out with glee for what is assuredly a temporary position of power. Each of these boys will likely find the warm embrace of an enamored young girl this night when no one is looking. That is until Sigmund suddenly appears. Having fought his way to the top he could have simply dislodged the boy who would have fallen do the hay, gaining some scrapes for his trouble along the way. With a snarl though he grabbed the boy's ankle and swinging him like the hammer at a forge throws him from the tower, launching him well past the safety of the hay on the ground below. He lands with a dull sounding crunch you can hear in the silence that follows his path through the air. His mother is the first to scream.
Raegbund Crowsworn
 player, 16 posts
 Defender - Rank 3
 BP:45/45, INIT:1, DR:5
Mon 25 Jun 2018
at 20:32
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The mother's scream caused the large, blond-haired man to wince and felt to him as a dagger had been plunged into his gut. If I'd not hesitated, then perhaps this lad would not have been injured...

The Crowsworn, a man who had served in the company of Knights of the Rose, strode deliberately forward as the crowd's attention was drawn to the broken boy. His sense of honor and the inner fury he struggled to contain had compelled him to leave his herd and return to the dangerous contest. While the mother and several of the gathered audience surrounded the injured young man, Shep began to disrobe...

The scars and marks of war were numerous, and indicative of someone who had participated in, and survived, dozens of potentially deadly battles. The most recent were less than a year old, earned as it were on the muddy battlefield in the Western Reaches where he'd been left for dead. A feverish and painful journey to the south, narrowly avoiding the searching hydras which had been driven nearly insane by their breeding frenzy and the machinations of a very powerful aquamancer, had resulted in infection and rot. Even these had been survived by Raegbund... but their reminder would ever exist upon his body.

Looking up at the sneering blacksmith, Shep issued what was both a challenge and a warning. All hopes of remaining unknown were now dashed by his decision to become involved. Like his modesty, his inner nature was now exposed to all. He'd deal with the consequences hereafter, but at the present there was a bully in need of a beatdown.

"Ready yourself knave, your brutal and cowardly actions will no longer stand!"

Shep, now nude, allowed his fury to cover his embarrassment. He asked a nearby onlooker at that point if he might borrow the pipe which the man was smoking. With a puzzled shrug, the onlooker handed him the smoking bowl, which Shep deliberately dumped at the base of the hay tower. It only took a moment for the dry hay to begin smoking and begin flaming. This would be a contest which nobody in the village would soon forget.

With a howl of rage, Shep threw himself at the tower and began to climb!
Farryn Tristoris
 player, 13 posts
 Hunter and Herbalist
 Friendly and Focused
Thu 28 Jun 2018
at 05:29
[Prologue] Honorable Defense
Watching the parents gave her great hope for the child. Farryn smiled and made small talk for a time, and excused herself when she heard the Tower Climb starting.

Once outside the smile evaporated, leaving behind a very different expression. One of her hunters was waiting for her, Eli by name. "Brought your potions and bandages?"

A sharp nod. "Aye. And my ink and brush."

He faked a shrug, eyes tired and sad. "All you can really do."

She nodded again and they took their usual place across from where a certain blacksmith stood waiting. Most of his victims ended up that direction, Farryn had learned, and even a moment spent running instead of healing could make the difference.

The boy flew and the two hunters moved, darting between people like starlings. Farryn dropped to her knees beside the child and pulled out her scribing tools, his breath rasping in her ears. "Set what bones you can," she told her friend. "I need to mend his ribs." And more importantly, his lungs.

Farryn Tristoris rolled 5 using 1d10.  Runecrafting Time.
Farryn Tristoris rolled 57 using 1d100-1 with rolls of 58.  Enchanting 70.

Narrator
 GM, 1009 posts
Thu 28 Jun 2018
at 11:08
[Prologue] Honorable Defense
What happens next is remembered for generations. A series of events which started not far from the norm, turning to something legendary.

A mother's sorrow was abated that day, a son, that would have been lost had anyone else been present was lifted up by the fey magic of the elves.  From a small village buried in County Yaneth, a part of the Reinaris Barony where elves were only known of, Farryn carved their place. The magic of the elves is a boon, powerful, and anyone would speak of it in awe. The young boy went on to father ten children with the girl who tended to him after Farryn healed him of his deadly wounds. She, awestruck with his bravery and accolades atop the tower. He taken by her beauty. He would eventually, one day win Raegbund's Tower as it was renamed. As Farryn sat back to her haunches, the healing of the young lad complete she had to shield her eyes from the inferno that blazed towards the sky as Raegbund ascended to challenge Sigmund.

"You think a little FIRE will throw me off BOY? I suckled on a volcano's teat!" His taunting was clear for all to hear but his words quickly become lost in the roar that was the tower of hay. As he was halfway up the tower Raegbund found that while his battle at the top was with Sigmund, he was currently in a race against the fire he himself had set. With flames licking at his heels and the immense heat rising his breathing became hard and labored.

Farryn could see the two men just above the flames as she and Eli ushered people back, using their bows as long poles to hold the line of people back. Suddenly Lord Vance appeared at the edge of her bow. He demanded to know what was happening. When his attention was drawn to the two men, and noticed Sigmund at the top his mouth set in a grim line. He then joined Farryn and Eli in directing people to stay a safe distance from the tower. There are time when a lord makes decisions that changes the life of his people, there are other times when his people call upon their lords to defend their safety, and finally there are times when a Lord is simply one of his people.

Raegbund, slick with sweat had a bit of a defense now against the heat, though it was starting to evaporate off his skin as quickly as his body could produce it. The flames were maybe ten feet below him as he gained melee distance against Sigmund. There were no time for words now as Sigmund reached down with arms chiseled from steel to grasp Raegbund's wrist. It is, however, easily brushed away, perhaps some sweat got in Sigmund's eyes.

07:07, Today: Narrator, for the NPC Sigmund, rolled 81 using 1d100-1 with rolls of 82.  Strength @75.
Raegbund Crowsworn
 player, 18 posts
 Defender - Rank 3
 BP:45/45, INIT:1, DR:5
Thu 28 Jun 2018
at 19:32
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The rapidly growing flames of the hay tower seemed lesser in comparison to the fury in Shep's eyes. With a tremendous roar, a wild and savage yell not voiced in its fullness since the Western Reaches, the tall warrior summited the pyre. He dropped his hips briefly, changing levels enough to get beneath Sigmund's defenses. Grappling the blacksmith's body was akin to wrestling a massive anvil.

Somewhere through the smoke, there came the sobs of a mother and the agonizing moans of a broken lad. The fire and the fury burned...

With a terrific display of strength, Shep lifted Sigmund in preparation to throw him from the tower. Raising his voice, he spoke with something more than the presence of a Crowsworn squire.

"Your due has come knave! You've crippled your last opponent, you'll no longer take advantage of this people. Husbands will no longer hang their heads in shame, wives and daughters will no longer sob in fear of your abuse!"

Shep held him precariously as the Tower began to weaken below them.

"But a village needs its smith. In effort to stop your atrocities, I am concerned of depriving these people of your service... Vow, here and now, before your Lord who watches from below, and the good folk you have wronged... vow that you will desist. Make this vow and your hammer will continue to ring. If you will not, then you'd better start growing wings!"

Unarmed Melee (Warrior) @95: Raegbund Crowsworn rolled 84
Strength (-20 Multi-action) @70: Raegbund Crowsworn rolled 43

Narrator
 GM, 1010 posts
Thu 28 Jun 2018
at 19:58
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skip the strength check for now. Sigmund passed his contested strength check. We go until there is a clear winner.

15:49, Today: Narrator, for the NPC Sigmund, rolled 21 using 1d100-1 with rolls of 22.  Avoid Grapple (-20) @55.


Sigmund slaps aside your hands trying to grapple him though he does not attempt to grapple you in return.




Lord Vance turns to Farryn. "I need your council Farryn, this inferno will possibly consume the men but more importantly may spread, how can we prevent it from going anywhere."

He gripped your shoulders and looked into your eyes.
"We need you to step up, you know fire and how to lead, do this...I ask, go!"

ooc: Farryn, 3 LOG checks, 2 must pass to contain the fire.
Raegbund Crowsworn
 player, 20 posts
 Defender - Rank 3
 BP:45/45, INIT:1, DR:5
Thu 28 Jun 2018
at 23:40
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Shep snarled as the blacksmith was so easily able to break his grip. He made another lunge and slipped as a bit of loose hay gave way under his feet! The smoke billowed up around them, choking and burning, but the former squire was determined. With another savage cry he attempted to clinch Sigmund once more.

"VOW! SWEAR IT!" Shep Shouted over the roaring of the flames!


Grapple attempt (-20) @75: Raegbund Crowsworn rolled 96 - Auto Fail!
Grapple attempt (-40) @55: Raegbund Crowsworn rolled 26

Farryn Tristoris
 player, 16 posts
 Hunter and Herbalist
 Friendly and Focused
Mon 2 Jul 2018
at 01:39
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Farryn blinked but got her brain back in gear quickly. "Firebreaks. Ten feet across, everything that might be flammable. Eli, mark a perimeter." She looked around her feet and scooped up a handful of small stones. "Let's see what else I can do."

Farryn Tristoris rolled 4 using 1d10 with rolls of 4. Runecrafting Time.
Farryn Tristoris rolled 21 using 1d100-1 with rolls of 22. Enchanting 70, Entangle (Ice).

Narrator
 GM, 1013 posts
Fri 6 Jul 2018
at 12:01
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ooc: Sigmund, rolled 68 using 1d100-1 with rolls of 69.  Avoid Grapple (-40) @35.

Sigmund's eyes bulge as your arms wrap around the massive blacksmith. His own strength seemed to falter under your relenting assault as the smoke threatens to block all vision.

"You're a maniac, you'll kill us both!" Panic tinges his voice.
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----- Round 2 -----
Sigmund Tries to break Shep's vice-like grip, his hand slip about cannot make a purchase on Sheps hands.

Sigmund, rolled 98 using 1d100-1 with rolls of 99.  Opposed STR Role @75.

Shep, feel free to narrate Sigmund's "fall" from grace. Once you narrate the outcome of your exchange I will decide Sigmund's fate.


ooc: We'll assume that Farryn will be completing her entangle runes in 4 turns opposed to minutes given her good roles!</Orange>

Farryn grabs an arrow and begins sketching a series of runes in the dirt, quick and dirty and others rush to complete their assigned jobs. Activating the runes vines of cold and ice wreath forward, weaving between flames, piercing the heart of the fire. It dampens the flame, giving those atop the raging inferno more time, though it looks like extinguishing this behemoth of fire is near impossible.