Rowaini Musketeers: One For All and All For One

[Shayuri]

"As the friars teach us, not all urges come from the angels Jacen. The wicked ones come from the demons..." Marie bows her head, "I don't want to be wicked! But...most men would say that this is what my fascination is. As filthy as those deviants who are attracted to animals or dead bodies. But not you, Jacen. That's one of the reasons why I like you," Marie smiles.

Jacen returns the smile, then looks up a little, at the stars just over the edge of the garden's silhouette. "No, I don't think it's wicked. I believe that women can be gifted...talented...with swords. There may be more than one source of urges...but there's only one place that true talent comes from, and it's no sin to use what one is given."

He looks back at Marie.

"Or to want to."

Abruptly he realizes what he's almost saying, and what the possible consequences are. "But...you have to...I mean...I guess what I'm saying is that...you have a lot to lose. You, your family... Just because it's not -wrong- to want to, doesn't mean anyone else will understand. You have to be careful...and make the choice you know you can live with the consequences of."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Once is an accident,
Twice is a coincidence,
Three times makes it true.

Tristan had been willing to dismiss the open doors, and even the faint sound, he wasn't sure he heard, but the open drawers, well Marie didn't seemt o be the kind of girl to be slovenly, or is she were the bed wouldn't be made while the drawers were askimbo.

Tristan glances back at Belinda to see that she is still there, then carefully heads into the room to get a better view of the side where the noise had been coming from.*

*Tristan moves into the room, past the armoire and the exit to the balcony towards the area of the room where he thought he heard the sound. As he is searching, however, there is a sudden rush of motion, as a figure hiding in one of the room's walk-in closets bursts out and into the room proper. The man is wearing a poofy bright crimson red outfit, with a silly feathered hat. His face is covered with a theatrical laughing mask with an enormous nose.*

"Oho! It seems I have been discovered. Villain, face my blade, but first," he tosses a small plate with a dark breaded biscuit, perhaps pumpernickel, like a discus, for Tristan to catch, "Have thou some bread! Taste thou the bittersweet delicious taste of justice, for I am," he dramatically sweeps his cape and speaks with an incredibly hammy overacted sense of drama, "THE CRIMSON PUMPERNICKEL!"

"Uhhh, did you just come out of the closet?" Belinda fails to stifle a laugh, "I ask not just because of the, well, you know, but your wardrobe..."

"Still thy tongue, and cease thy slanderous implications! The Crimson Pumpernickel causes ladies across the land to swoon on his knee and sigh at his handsome and romantic charm! But yet, thy paltry beauty fails to shine even a tiny candle to the light that is the beautiful Marie. I, the Crimson Pumpernickel have searched for the lady anon, but lo and curses, for a foul villain has blocked my egress! Draw thy blade, varlet, and face me like a man, rather than the ogre you seem to be!"

 

[Fenris]

Tristan starts laughing uproariously at Belindas inuendo. Tristan looks at the biscuit before tossing it back. "Your biscuit isn't red my friend, and if women swoon at your knee why do you need a mask?

Listen kid, put the blade down before you hurt yourself. I know Marie is a charming young lady, but I doubt that a cross-dressing lunatic who breaks into her room would inspire the flames of love in her. Now put your blade away before I take it away. And don't speak to the lady in that way again, or I you will find out what kind of orge I can be. Now be a good little Pumpernickel and put away your blade" says Tristan still smiling.

OOC: Boy, I bet you couldn't wait to spring this guy on me

 

[Rystil Arden]

Tristan starts laughing uproariously at Belindas inuendo. Tristan looks at the biscuit before tossing it back. "Your biscuit isn't red my friend, and if women swoon at your knee why do you need a mask?

Listen kid, put the blade down before you hurt yourself. I know Marie is a charming young lady, but I doubt that a cross-dressing lunatic who breaks into her room would inspire the flames of love in her. Now put your blade away before I take it away. And don't speak to the lady in that way again, or I you will find out what kind of orge I can be. Now be a good little Pumpernickel and put away your blade" says Tristan still smiling.

OOC: Boy, I bet you couldn't wait to spring this guy on me

(OOC: Well Tristan is remarkably non-curious for a PC, though about normally so for a regular not-curiosity-killing-the-cat-prone person )

"Blast thy impertinent nature and thy barbed serpent's tongue, foul ogre! The Crimson Pumpernickel will not, can not, shall not be cowed by the petty threats of the cruel and sneering villain, no matter how huge and hideous he may be, or how rude, cruel, and grating be the braying of his comrade!"

*The Crimson Pumpernickel reaches down to his hip, where sits an elaborate sheath, polished fervently and decorated with etchings of bread. The sheath is incredibly long, though not wide enough for a greatsword--it likely houses a blade of bastard sword length or longer....and yet...the sword he pulls out can barely be considered a short sword. It's more like a really long dagger or something.*

*Belinda starts laughing again.*

"I...I..." she tries to talk and keep a straight face but doesn't do a good job, "I would say something, but...I...think that speaks for itself!"

"Dost thou dare to insult Corbinec, the LEGENDARY blade of the Crimson Pumpernickel?! Villain, I should not need explain myself to the likes of you, but yet, thou shouldst know that a blade too long must needs put a swordsman of the finest and most refined movements off-balance, and the mighty slash or thrust of the great and LEGENDARY Corbinec is enough to fell most two-bit villains anon in but a single stroke."

"So what you're saying is that it's not the size that matters, but the motion of the ocean?"

"Exactly! Now you under...hey, wait a second! Ha, I almost fell for your devious trick, but know this villain--it will be a cold day in winter before you can pull one over on the Crimson Pumpernickel! Now draw! If I cannot have the fair Marie, then at the least, I shall rest tonight a contented hero having felled and vanquished the foul ogre and stilled the tongue of his talking ass sidekick!" he brandishes his sword menacingly pointed forward, then thinks better of it and changes to several different menacing stances before settling on his favourite.

 

[Rystil Arden]

Jacen returns the smile, then looks up a little, at the stars just over the edge of the garden's silhouette. "No, I don't think it's wicked. I believe that women can be gifted...talented...with swords. There may be more than one source of urges...but there's only one place that true talent comes from, and it's no sin to use what one is given."

He looks back at Marie.

"Or to want to."

Abruptly he realizes what he's almost saying, and what the possible consequences are. "But...you have to...I mean...I guess what I'm saying is that...you have a lot to lose. You, your family... Just because it's not -wrong- to want to, doesn't mean anyone else will understand. You have to be careful...and make the choice you know you can live with the consequences of."

"Jacen....thank you. For taking the time not just to hear my words but to think of me and put yourself in my perspective...I think, it's not just me. It would be a shame to my entire family. I'm not really worried about myself, but then...my older sister would never get a good husband, maybe she'd wind up with an abusive drunkard who beat her every night. And then my brothers and parents would be hurt too. I...what kind of selfish heartless bitch would I be if I could ignore that? I think for me, my way is to be the girl who is always just a bit more excited at swordfights and tournaments, my greatest excitement vicariously when a knight tosses me a rose to dedicate his fight to me..." she blushes slightly, "Do you think I'm a coward?"

 

[Shayuri]

Jacen shakes his head.

"Not at all. You're making a hard choice, choosing the good of many over your own desires. That's not the work of a coward. It's what heroes do. You have the heart of a Musketeer, lady...sword or no sword."

 

[Rystil Arden]

Jacen shakes his head.

"Not at all. You're making a hard choice, choosing the good of many over your own desires. That's not the work of a coward. It's what heroes do. You have the heart of a Musketeer, lady...sword or no sword."

*Marie blushes even more.*

"Jacen, I...Thank you," she squeezes his hand and is simply silent for a short while. Afterwards, she adds, "So can you show me one more move that's really awesome before we go back? Like do you have something like that crazy technique that Jean used?"

 

[Fenris]

Tristan laughs with Belinda at her jests. As the Pumpernickle insults her though his laughing stops a bit.

"Now listen lad, I warned you not to insult the young lady, and I will not tolerate it. Since you what you lack in common sense you make up in bravado and insist on drawing your meager weapon, it must fall to me to teach you some manners and force you to apologize to the fair Belinda here" says Tristan with a small bow to Belinda.

"Shall he grovel at your feet, beg your forgiveness for his rude behavior or merely bleed for his insults mademoiselle?" Tristan asks Belinda.

Tristan then pulls aside his coat and from a finely wrought, but very functional scabbard, draws forth La force des saints. A beautiful, large and heavy weapon by all accounts, but still looks like a light blade against Tristan's massive hand and frame.

"Well Belinda how does the legendary Corbinec compare to a true weapon? For size doesn't matter, but it sure helps" adds Tristan with a wink to Belinda who starts giggling again. "But truely then it is the strength of the thrust that counts as well, yes?" says Tristan sending Belinda into more fits of laughter.

"Come little baguette, if you still wish to fight me you are a fool, but I am ready to harvest the bread, if this is the only way to teach you some manners" says Tristan taking a relaxed pose.

OOC: I just got the Shrek references too. I tell you Grad School makes you stupid

 

[Rystil Arden]

Tristan laughs with Belinda at her jests. As the Pumpernickle insults her though his laughing stops a bit.

"Now listen lad, I warned you not to insult the young lady, and I will not tolerate it. Since you what you lack in common sense you make up in bravado and insist on drawing your meager weapon, it must fall to me to teach you some manners and force you to apologize to the fair Belinda here" says Tristan with a small bow to Belinda.

"Shall he grovel at your feet, beg your forgiveness for his rude behavior or merely bleed for his insults mademoiselle?" Tristan asks Belinda.

Tristan then pulls aside his coat and from a finely wrought, but very functional scabbard, draws forth La force des saints. A beautiful, large and heavy weapon by all accounts, but still looks like a light blade against Tristan's massive hand and frame.

"Well Belinda how does the legendary Corbinec compare to a true weapon? For size doesn't matter, but it sure helps" adds Tristan with a wink to Belinda who starts giggling again. "But truely then it is the strength of the thrust that counts as well, yes?" says Tristan sending Belinda into more fits of laughter.

"Come little baguette, if you still wish to fight me you are a fool, but I am ready to harvest the bread, if this is the only way to teach you some manners" says Tristan taking a relaxed pose.

OOC: I just got the Shrek references too. I tell you Grad School makes you stupid

(OOC: I know it makes me stupid!)

"I don't know...I'm just finding it pretty hard to take insults from this guy seriously. I mean, I've just gotten to thinking--what was he doing in Marie's drawers? Looking for new pieces for his ensemble?"

"Hee and haw all thou likest, fiend, but forsooth, the dashing and handsome hero shall verily win the day! The Crimson Pumpernickel cannot be slain by the likes of thee, giant! Thy blade may be large and wicked, but surely thou dost not know the certainty of thy defeat, and herein it lies--for though he may seem overwhelming, the villain of any romance will always lose to the hero, for he bears the fatal flaw. So ogre, even mighty though thou mayst be in arms, thy weakness is apparent--for all ogres must be dim-witted and simpleminded brutes, and what is more, thy overconfidence shall be thy downfall!"

(OOC: Initiative--

CP 17
Tristan 14)

"Ha! Croisant Cross!"

*The Scarlet Pumpernickel brings Corbinec around in a slow-moving, utterly amateur slash sideways, but then at the last moment before Tristan can easily deflect the attack, his foot slips on the biscuit Tristan dropped on the ground and brings his blade coming down in a direction that Tristan didn't expect, and the Crimson Pumpernickel couldn't have expected either. The blade actually makes a reasonable cut too, it's a nasty sting for such a tiny little thing. Afterwards, the Crimson Pumpernickel regains his balance and makes a slight bow.*

"Le Voila! The Croisant Cross, perfectly executed! How canst thou hope to match such perfection, beast, such brilliance and beauty in the prime of youth?"

(OOC: Tristan's turn)

 

[Fenris]

"You're blade is a sharp as your tongue my friend, and about as effective" replies Tristan who brings the flat of his blade is a quick arc to the Scarlet Punpernickles legs. Knocking him to the ground, and then landing a half-hearted attempt at hitting him with the flat of his blade.

[sblock=OOC]
Trip attempt
Tristan trips the SP R1 (1d20+9=28)

Tistan Str Check for Trip (1d20+9=27)

Tristna attacks the prone SP with non-lethal damage (1d20+9=13, 1d8+6=9)


In light of the rolls I will assume it worked [/sblock]