AU: Northlands

[Paxus Asclepius]

Tenkar is knocked sprawling by the well-aimed blow. He slides across the ground, sword flying away. Seeing nothing but a hazy glimpse of his own bangs, he declines to rise.

(The first player vs player conflict ends.)

 

[FaenFriend]

"Are you all right there, my friend?" booms Kai-Moash, extending a large hand to the fallen Tenkar. "You fought well. My stomach will have quite the bruise, I believe."

I hope I didn't hit the little fellow too hard.

 

[tenkar]

"Ah, yesth... I fink I'm alls bright" I see three Kai's, and I hear an army. What the hell was I thinking? Least I scored a solid hit at somepoint... I think

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The remaining fights wrap up, Galed's having gone predictably, and his opponent nursing a number of wounds. Looking around, you can see that the field has been narrowed to eight combatants. The fighters are quickly ushered into their next match; Kai-Moash is to face the Darkling Blade, and Galed is crossing swords with a massive, almost ursine man, dressed in brigandine and carrying a wicked-looking axe.

Kai-Moash faces his opponent across the ring; she seems incredibly at ease, more relaxed than most people are when sleeping. Nevertheless, at the signal from the steward, she leaps into action, striking faster and deeper than any serpent. Kai-Moash feels all three strikes into his diaphragm at once, his breath blasted from him before he has a chance to see her move. A cracking sound is clearly heard as his collapsing weight slams against one of the posts outlining the ring, splitting it cleanly.

(Galed, if you beat an initiative of 12, you act first.)

 

[Arden]

(Initiative=14)

Galed strikes quickly at his dangerous-looking opponent with an overhanded slash.

Combat stats:
AC 19
Longsword +9 (1D8+4 damage)

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Galed's blow hammers in hard, but the man seems barely affected. He smiles as he returns the blow, axe whistling across his chest and slamming into Galed's side.

(12 subdual)

 

[FaenFriend]

Leaning woozily against a post, Kai-Moash shouts encouragement at Galed.

"That's it! You show em! Yeah!"

Turning to Tenkar, Kai-Moash grins and whispers, "Not a chance he will ..."

 

[darkdancer]

esme the bitter

Watching various bouts in a desultory fashion, Esme's become a little bored with her own gloomy thoughts for company.

Her interest quickens a bit when her comrades are pitted against each other. After Kai-Moash has been brought crashing down by the incredibly fast Blade woman, Esme steps up to where Tenkar and the giant are gingerly nursing their bruises and cheering, handing them both some refreshment she's obtained from the one of the stands.

"So who of you is left? I see Galed the gallant is attempting to fell his opponent... What of Jonas? and the faen ... was his name Phain? ... he's not fighting, is he?"

 

[Erekose13]

Jonas joins the others, seeing Esme there as well. "Very noble battles all round. For myself I faced that quickling earlier today and had to nurse my wounds in the tavern for a while. Here is hoping Galed fairs well in the rest of the tournament." Turning to watch the match, Jonas shouts out encouragement for their remaining friend.

 

[Arden]

Galed winces with pain as his opponent's axe slams into his side. Never one to give ground though, he responds quickly, hoping to catch the huge man off balance.