ASoIaF RPG - A Tourney of Gulls IC

[Cor Azer]

[sblock=OOC] Generally speaking, if the words you're speaking don't fully match your intention, you use Deception, otherwise it's Persuasion.The intention itself doesn't matter, only whether it matches your words.

So, for example, a pacifist saying, "Stand down or I hurt you." - Deception. A king saying "Confess and I'll let you join the Night's Watch" but then offing your head - Deception. A lord saying, "Surrender and I'll try to help you" - Persuasion, unless he actually has no such intention. Vague, yes, but I'm not sure if I can make an easier line to distinguish them.

In both your cases, unless you're deliberately lying, your attempts sound more like Persuasion - Intimidate and Persuasion - Convince, possibly Bargain.
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[Cor Azer]

Ser Rolston, thinks Ollin. He killed Ser Rolston.

"You talk an awful lot for a guard," says Agorn, dismissing Pate's threat. "Takes more than a sharp stick swinging to cow a real man."

The sellsword stops to listen to Robin's earnest words, however.

"A peaceful solution?" snorts Agorn. "You know what I did. You think I'll get a fair trial from these 'brave knights'?" Slowly he turns his gaze from Robin, to Pate, to Ser Jarl, and finally to the squire Ollin. He smiles ruefully, and tosses his bloody sword to the side. "Why not? I throw myself at your tender mercies!" he pleads, the sarcasm dripping like the blood from his sword.

[sblock=OOC] Pate's Persuasion attempt didn't beat Agorn's intrigue defense, but Robin's beat it by 15, yielding 4 successes and 12 damage, reduced to 8 by Agorn's disposition, which is still enough to defeat him.[/sblock]

 

[Captain Impossible]

Ser Jarl approached Agorn slowly. Once he was close enough, he slides the bloody bastard sword away from the prisoner. "Robin, bind him. Pate, fell free to skewer this sellsword if he tries anyhting. I'm heading to the stable," Jarl said as he sheathed his sword.

Ser Jarl ran to the stable, looking for the stable boy and Ser Rolston, and hoping there was that the sellsword's claim to having killed a knight was a lie or a mistake.

 

[jackslate45]

Robin nodded to Ser Jarl, and ran over to Agorn. He took off his clocks strap, removed the string from it, and says to Agorn "Thank you. Violence can only lead to more violence. However, I must bind your hands for now."

 

[Cor Azer]

Haken rushes across the inn's courtyard to join Ser Jarl in the barn. He sets one guard to helping the injured squire, and another to join Pate watching the sellsword while Robin binds his hands.

The sellsword smiles disgustingly, as if he's about to share a sick joke. He sneers at Robin's thanks. "Save your thanks for those who want them. I do what I do for my own reasons." When Robin finishes, Agorn stretches against the ropes, obviously testing them. "You might want these tighter. Wouldn't take much to free me." He splays his fingers wide, and flexes the tips. "Of course, most necks are only about this big," he says, almost cheerily.

In the barn, Haken immediately sees the body of the stableboy, laid out flat in one of the stalls. The right side of the poor boy's face is caved in, with blood splattered across the floor and wall of the stall, and even its equine inhabitant, shying away in the back corner.

He looks around, choosing not to linger too long on the dead body, and sees Ser Jarl moving to another stall. Faint wet gurgles can be heard from within. A bloody sword and rent shield lie nearby, and blood can be seen everywhere. In the stall, Ser Rolston slumps against the back wall, both hands clutching feebly at his neck, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood.

 

[Captain Impossible]

Ser Jarl ran over to the injured knight. He immediately tore his sleeve and began trying to stop the bleeding. "Haken! Get the Maester!," he shouted. "Hold on, Ser Rolston. I've seen men walk away from worse."

 

[jackslate45]

Robin blushed a little and said "Ya, um, I, uh...I am not used to tying people up. However, thanks for the advice."

He tries to tighten the hopes down, hoping that this time they wont be as loose before.

 

[Cor Azer]

The sound gurgling from Ser Rolston's lips resembles an attempt at speech, but is completely unintelligible. His bloodied hands slip from his neck as Ser Jarl works from a better angle, but the bleeding knight's eyes stare pleading.

Stunned for only a moment, Haken shakes himself from his reverie at Ser Jarl's command. "Maester! Right." He stumbles back, shouting out towards the inn. "Maester! We need the maester!"

A strange wash of relief and worry rolls over the squire's face. "Ser Rolston?" he asks, hoping for some word of his knight.

"Alive, but dangerously wounded I'm afraid." Haken pauses to face the inn again. "Bring out the maester!"

As Maester Karlon finally exits the inn and hurries across the inn's courtyard, Haken jogs along beside him, leading to the barn. As he passes the bound Agorn, he states nigh-breathless, "Your foe is not dead yet, sellsword."

Inside the barn, Karlon gently presses a bandage in to replace Ser Jarl's hands on Ser Rolston's neck, but blood continues to pour out from the grizzly wound. Long minutes pass as Karlon replaces bandage after blood-soaked bandage, cursing the bad conditions of the barn, but trying his best to staunch the blood flow.

Occasionally, Ser Rolston attempts to speak, but nothing but wet croaks emerge. Maester Karlon gently admonishes him, "Save your strength, Ser. You're prevailing in this fight, but it will be tough before the end." His thin smile offers a faint hope, as he swaps in another clean bandage, discarding one slightly less bloody than all the previous ones.

Outside, Agorn continues to smile, as if he knew a joke none of the others present were privy too. When he catches Robin's eyes for a moment, his smile grows. "Never said that was the knight I killed."

 

[Captain Impossible]

Jarl watches the maester work on the injured knight. There was little he could do in the stable. "I'll get more clean bandages. And perhaps someone to help move him, if you think it's a good idea."

Ser Jarl ran back to the inn. As he passed the sellsword he said, "Keep your halberd on this hooligan, Pate."

Walking through the inn door, covered in blood, he shouted for the girl who had greeted them. "Girl! I need clean cloth. I don't care if you have to cut the sheets into strips!" Ser Jarl spun around. "Laton! Help me take this outside!"

 

[Gurthngwaw]

Mhyrko was sad the rain had ended. He loved the rain. His Hounds Jenny and Bev did too. His feathered friend ...not so much. Time to get to the inn to rendezvous with the family. Tourneys were a good way for the family to help the house prosper and so he would do his part. Anything for the family.
Approaching the inn, there seemed to be some activity outside so he approached cautiously. With woodsmans axe in hand, Mhyrko and the girls (his hounds) enter the area and size up the situation. It looks like he should have skipped the raindance and made haste. He sees Ser Jarl running into the inn covered in blood. *Someone got a lesson* he thought and hearing Ser Jarls words to Pate regarding the sellsword Mhyrko waits for Pate or the others to see him. No need to eat a halberd if he startled him. But he keeps his eye on the man on the ground and wonders if he will try to escape.