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Aladdar Dec 31 2005, 08:31 AM Post #91
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Owen smiled at the small red head as she scuttered away picking up a few glasses and bowls from an empty table as she headed back to the kitchen. She was beautiful and a part of him wished he could speak to her more. He'd never known the love of a woman. He was the hand of Heironeous however and he had more important things to do than chase a beautiful woman. So he only smiled to himself as he ate the porridge in front of him, washing it down with the warm goats milk.

As he finished the milk and porridge he rose to leave, his eyes scanning the room for a last glimpse of the barmaid. Not finding her he sighed and headed out of the tavern with his gear in tow and towards the village of Wallac. It seemed his journey would finally come to an end today.
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Falco’s blood was a torrent of lava within his veins, and his body was the catalyst to ignite this volcano of fury. His voice echoed back, equal with the tall one’s, “I am afraid of nothing!” The voices of his emotions paled in comparison to what he felt. In a word, outrage. Outrage at the thought of loosing his weapons. Outrage at the idea of trudging on to seek his revenge without instruments of destruction. Outrage at the near notion that he was afraid...of these creatures. No, he thought wryly, they are the ones who should be afraid.

Falco removed his wooden shield, the gift given to him by the elders of his tribe, and dropped it to the ground beneath without as much as a glance. He drew his cherished Morningstar, one that was crafted with such fine precision, looked at it closely and examined the masterwork quality of the weapon. How he had longed to use its spiked points to drive home his pain and anguish of his youth into those who had killed his family. But without another glance, Falco summarily tossed it aside as well. He un-slung his bow, and placed it on the ground, and with it the quiver of arrows he kept on his side. With his final act, he dropped his club, which he used more for stirring fires than as a weapon (although it was in fact large enough to be used as one).

Falco had seen rings like these drawn before, in the tribes. A custom learned from the orcs, or the orcs learned from the tribesmen, he’ll never know. He was never interested in the semantics of them, or those who participated. The rules often changed, and no one ring seemed to share the rules of the next. Falco always spent his time in contemplation, deep in thought of controlling his inner spark, and the emotions that ran with it. The rules, a voice said above the din of the others, you must know the rules if you stand a chance to win.

Shaking himself free of his anger, Falco realized the voice was right. He wouldn’t step lightly into this arrangement. He planned to win. To show these orc’s that he was worthy of being here and to show himself that he was ready to undertake whatever this world threw at him.

Falco again raised his voice, above those already screaming in his head,
“Am I to fight you then tall one? Or perhaps Marn? I am eager to show my ability, but I need know the rules of this ring.”

OOC: I’d like to ask that if the intent of the ring is there to prevent the combatants from leaving (i.e., step outside the ring and you’re disqualified) then it may not be big enough and I may need to role-play it a bit more (seeing as Falco can cast Enlarge) and as such he’ll take up practically the entire space by himself. Also I need to know specifically if armor is allowed on or off. I’d also like the opportunity to role-play a bit of Falco’s use of his Shield and Enlarge spells.
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Freston Jan 4 2006, 04:03 AM Post #93
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Akane, Gray:

Ah, sinse birth? You have a great gift, girl. Yet, it seems to haunt you. Akane's consciense was slipping. She lies there, with an expression of great agony upon her face.

All of a sudden, Arrhandirs voice did not sound melodic and calm. It sounded like a burst of fire and thunder as he said:
Resist! You must resist!

And calm again: where where you heading?
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Freston Jan 4 2006, 04:21 AM Post #94
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Owen:

It was still early in the morning, as Owen passed the gates of Ferdan. He was greeted by the guards, as he left the town. There was some traffic on the road, as merchands and farmers where going to the market.

A road headed north. A sign that said:


Wallac, 8 miles
Kuroth, 20 miles

The fresh seabreeze was still a bit cold. Yet the sun was shining and the blooming fruit trees in the orchards around the town of an unearthly beauty. As Owen traveled north, however, he left these signs of civilisation behind him. The landscape was dominated by incresingly high hills covered by grass. He met not a single soul on this road, and after an hours travel Owen spotted another sign:

You Are Entering
Border Area
- Passage at own risk
- Marshall law applies
- Disloyalty to the Crown
will be charged with treason
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Freston Jan 4 2006, 05:34 AM Post #95
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Falco:

Me Schwert, the tall one pointed at his chest.
You, take off armor.
Stand in ring. Fight!
Not stand in ring. Not fight!
Not weapons, yes torches!
You win, you stay.
You loose, me keep things!

As Schwert explained the rules thus, the two Orcs walked up to the ring with their torches. They stood on opposite sides and held the torches in their stretched arms. This, and the campfire, gave some illumination to the virgin battlefield Marn had created.

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Schwert did not care to wait until Falco had completely removed his armor and bared his chest. He had wild, staring eyes. His breath quickened. He was growling impatiently. As he walked towards the ring, he started uttering some sounds, that appeared as sentences from an Orcish war song. Aggressive and powerful. The others joined, creating a wild rhythmic beat with their grunting voices.


OOC: It appears to you, that there is no penalty for leaving the ring except perhaps humiliation. It's more a symbolic mark of ritual. But I've widened the ring, 20ft diameter, to allow more manouvering.
I was pondering if I should state how you win a fight like this. But it would seem silly. These guys are Orcs. Don't expect rules lawyers amongst them. If there is room for doubt, you haven't won yet. That will be clear to Falco.
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The spirits sought to drag her down, deep into her mind. This one, Arrhandir, wanted to help her, free her. With a great effort of will, she threw off the spirits, and closed her mind to them. Her face relaxed, and she was at peace. Where was I heading? Akane frowned. She could not remeber the night before in much detail, but she did remeber somethings. I was not heading anywhere, but away from, ... something.
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Owen stopped for a few seconds on his journey to read this sign. He layed his backpack down for a few moments and stretched his back and legs.

"What could this mean?" He thought to himself. It would seem he may have to be extra cautious heading into Wallac. What type of danger could there be, why is there marshall law?

Owen muttered a quick prayer of protection and guidance before picking up his belongings and heading on down the road, being extra cautious and keeping an eye out for any raiders or bandits who may be up to no good.


ooc, also a knowledge check to see if he knows anything about this area or what this sign might mean.
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Falco nodded, and began to remove his chain shirt, taking time to size up his opponents movements and listening to the cadence of the orcish language being chanted. For his age and size, Falco was extremely well muscled. Much more than the average tribesmen, but this wasn’t going to be a contest between tribesmen, and he had no such scars or marks of distinction on his skin as Schwert had. This contest would determine if he was ready to face what lie in the world outside the Heartlands. This contest was about survival, for without his gear, he would again be out in the world with only his wits to survive.

As he finished removing his armor, Falco began to flame the spark within him. The voices drown out by the sheer ecstasy of unleashing the flow of magical energy from within. Falco felt his mouth utter words that held the incantations of power and one hand gestured to the spirits above.
“Menos, Ikta Ura!” Falco’s voice uttered forcefully, as he felt the tingling sensation of the magic effecting him, Shielding him. The release of energy was enough to fill Falco with confidence, as he tossed his armor on the ground.

The voices were satiated and he could finally hear his own thoughts again but he called upon their reserve once more. Walking slowing toward the circle Falco chanted again,
“Itan, Uthred Ranna!” Falco felt the flow of energy surge through him. He felt his muscles bulge with new found strength, and felt his body changing. He had only produced this effect once before, when first discovering he had this ability. The elders of the tribe told him to never use it in their presence because of the sheer intimidating force he became. Falco was hoping it would have that affect with Schwert and the other orcs.

A hulking form, Enlarged to twice his original size, now stood at the edge of the ring, and Falco’s voice, much deeper responded,
“I’m ready, now let us solve this.” With that, Falco stepped into the ring.


OOC: Couple things here. If for any reason Falco begins to lose a grappling match to the point of submission, or the fight itself, he’ll call upon his emotions to flood him and grant him his Rage ability. He’ll use this knowing he only has around six rounds of fight in him if he does so, so he will do so only if he’s fairly certain that he will lose. Also, Enlarge grants a +2 Str bonus, -2 to Dex, and a -1 to Attack rolls, but also grants me a 10’ reach. Depending on how you rule this, RAW (as I understand them) states I can initiate a grapple without provoking an AoO, due to Schwert’s 5’ threat radius. Grappling is based on BAB (+1) + Str Mod (+3 enlarged, +5 in Rage) + Size (+4 for being large) effectively giving me a +8 (+10 in Rage) to grappling. That will be my intent, if you rule that way, using my reach to keep Schwert at distance and grappling from afar. If not, I will still attempt to Grapple, but I would like clarification on this sticky point of the rules. For all intents and purposes, Falco will not submit unless he has gained the respect of the orcs, if that leads to unconsciousness, or death, so be it.
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Akane, Gray:

Away? Arrhandir frowned, From something?

Sitting there, on the forest floor, the trees gave some shelter against the wind. But it was getting incresingly cold. Gray kept the fire going, and made some tea. It was perhaps the most comfertable thing to have on a night like this. Tea.

Waiting for Akane's reply, Arrhandirs glance shifted and settled on a different scene. Rat, getting used to it's new company and feeling quite at home, developed an interrest in Wolf. It tried to make contact by smelling the face of Wolf, who, in turn, misinterpreted this gesture and growled back.

Look Arrhandir said, Rat is making friends. Yet, by doing so he scares Wolf. You see? Ah, neither will know who started the fight if one where to develop, and both will blame the other. It's so easy to judge when your not part of the situation.
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Akane looked at him, and her eyes were like dark pools of liquid night, unreadable, and absorbing all around them. She laughed, but her voice was, ... wrong. It sounded more like a, ... wolf's voice in human form than anything. She turned to Wolf, and spoke to him. Only, it was not her voice, but one of a wolf's. Wolf turned to look at her, and he seemed to understand. He turned back to rat, and started sniffing him. Akane smiled at Arrhandir, but there was no joy in it ...

She drew up agaisnt a tree, kept her spear close, and hugged her knees agisnt her. Akane looked at Arrhandir, and said, tell me Arrhandir, have you ever seen anyone burned at a stake for something those whom burned him/her did not understand? Like raising the dead? With unholy power?
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Falco:

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A cold wind blows through the Orc camp. The light from the moon and starts give some dim, ghostly illumination in the ruined town. Only here, around the campfire and the battlefield being lit by torches, can Falco see clearly.

The loud chanting of the Orcish warsong stops, as Falco steps into the ring. An overwhelming silence takes hold of the battlefield. Falco can hear the loud breathing of his opponent; Schwert. His long hair falls over his broad shoulders. His bare chest displays scars. His motions are wild, explosive, almost animal like.

Schwert growls. Agression seems to boil within him, and Falco can see foam comming out of Schwerts mouth.
This is it.

The powerful magic Falco unleashes, grant him height and muscle that surpass even the Orc that stands in front of him. But if Schwert even notices, if anything he seems only encouraged by Falco's display of power. Only Marn gives a brief reaction of astonishment. Oh, die Geisten!

Falco and Schwert turn around each other, both measuring their opponent. The moment is there. Schwert yells: Fight! Now!

Initiative:
Falco: Roll 3 + Modifiers (none due to enlarged size)
Schwert: 7


Schwert, with great speed, steps to the Orc spectator opposite to Falco and grabs both his torches (Move Action)

Provoking an Attack of Oppertunity

and moves towards Falco (5 foot step)

Striking full with the torch, but unexpectedly bounces off Falco's magic shield. (Attack roll total: 10)

OOC #1:
Stats for a torch:
Scorch: Attack -4 (Improvised Weapon), Damage 1d6 (Fire)
Strike: Attack -4 (Improvised Weapon), Damage 1d6 (Fire) + 1d4+0.5 Str. (Bludgeoning) with 70% chance to break weapon.

To get hold of a torch requires a move action that provokes an attack of oppertunity (when in reach of your opponent of course). The Orc holding the torch can be expected to hand it.

OOC #2:
As a convention, I declare my entire move even though your AoO might prevent Schwert executing his intend. This is to speed things up.

OOC #3
Had the Orcs known you'd Enlarge yourself, they had made the ring bigger. You occupy spaces A 2&3 and B2&3, you threaten all squares. That leaves little space for tactical movement. Schwert moves to C2. The Orcish spectators (with torches) are adjacent to D2 (Schwert takes his torches) and A3.
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Akane, Gray:

Ah, you're worried? Arrhandir said to Akane. The cruelty of man. Yes, burnings seem to be custom to some of the people. To the east, in Omareth, they don't approve of the art of magic. But I've heard not of burnings. Not lately, at least.

Arrhandir takes a long look at Akane, and finaly says: Have you withnesed anything like that?
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Owen:

The incresingly steep hills, the snowy peaks of the mountains on the horizon, any place here is a good place to hide. Because of the tall grass even the road itself is shielded from vision from time to time. Border area, Owen repeats to himself. Treason. Marshall Law. Not words to be taken lightly.

Oban, his mentor for so many years, had told Owen about some of the activities the church of Heironeous has in the border area. Yet, then, it seemed so far away. A different world. Not like anything Owen knew in the city. If only he had paid more attention then, but Owen's focus had lain elsewhere. Different things had seemed more important.

Having walked the better part of the morning, Owen spots what appears to be a fortress on the top of a hill. Farmland surround it, and take up a large portion of the valley. Owen also sees a bigger road going from east to west, and right besides the fortress.

The tall walls and the impressive but sober and undecorated gatehouse are build from huge granite blocks. The only decoration is formed by two flags. One Owen imediately recognises as the Weapon of Ithan: a stylised sailing ship above and a rose underneath a horizontal bar. A crown on top, indicating the royalty of it's reference. The other flag however, is unfamiliar to Owen. It has something of hills beneath a diagonal bar, and a falcon above. A helmet on top, indicating nobility.

As Owen approaches, horns start to blow. Six horsemen, wearing chainmail and armed with spears, ride out towards Owen.
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No, I have not. Akane replied, though her looked away as she said this.

Wolf seemed to be enjoying his talk with Rat, as the two chattered on, strangely able to speak easily. Wolf walked up to Arrhandir, and panted happily, a stick in his mouth. A rather large stick, .... The size of a halfing.

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OOC 1: I can’t make an AoO when Schwert grabs the torches, due to the fact that I’m not considered armed while fighting bare-handed. It sucks, but that’s the rules. Otherwise I would take the AoO.

Falco was impressed by Schwert’s speed, and wasn’t really expecting to fight with torches. The idea of being burnt was not part of the equation when he accepted this challenge. But the fact was he was in the ring now and he had best make the most of it.

With a glint of torchlight reflecting from his eyes, Falco shouted at Schwert,
“Are you so afraid of me that you must use torches? Fight me hand-to-hand, if you dare!”

Falco readied himself. He was hoping to goad Schwert into abandoning his make-shift weapons and grapple with him instead. If Schwert did not however, he would attempt to force Schwert into a hand-to-hand fight.

OOC 2: Falco’s readies an action to attempt a grapple if Schwert tries to hit him again with the Torch. This will of course generate an AoO for Schwert, but Falco’s goal is that he thinks he can win grappling with Schwert instead of swinging torches about at each other. If Schwert drops his torches and tries to attack, I realize this doesn't trigger my action but I'm ok with it. If he does so, on my next initiative I'll attempt to grapple. Actually, if Schwert doesn't drop his torches then Falco will still attempt to grapple on the following rounds.

OOC 3: Out of curiosity, the torch isn’t considered a light weapon, is it? I consider it similar in size to a club, which would make it ineffective in the grapple. Anyway, if Schwert doesn’t drop the torches he has, and Falco is still going to go for grappling attempts hoping that his Shield spell will protect him from Schwert’s strike. Seeing as there isn’t much need for tactical movement, I’ll just let you run out the rounds until the battle resolves itself. If for some reason Falco’s Shield spell and/or Enlarge spell drops, he’ll take the opportunity to grab the torches, and do his best to avoid Schwert until he can cast those spells again, in the same order – Shield, then Enlarge, without provoking AoO’s. He’ll then attempt to strike Schwert with a single torch each round. That’s of course, assuming the battle lasts that long, which I doubt it will.

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