Rowaini Musketeers: One For All and All For One

[unleashed]

(OOC: Rowaini Dueling Sabre, but not MW)

"Oh, thank you Monsieur!" Anne curtsies to Gabriel as he heads out.

*Finding Meleagant is not difficult. He is with three young ladies, apparently regaling them with a story of some sort.*

“Pardon me ladies,” Gabriel interrupts, “I was wondering if I might steal Meleagant away from you for a short while, as he and I have something we need to discuss,” he adds, touching the crest on the Debreuil blade.

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Pardon me ladies,” Gabriel interrupts, “I was wondering if I might steal Meleagant away from you for a short while, as he and I have something we need to discuss,” he adds, touching the crest on the Debreuil blade.

*Meleagant grabs a piece of bread off a nearby tray and takes a bite.*

"Nah, sorry there buddy, I don't swing that way," Meleagant laughs and goes back to talking to the girls.

 

[Shayuri]

Jacen slides his sword back home with a practiced flourish and bows.

"You're right, of course. We don't want your brother to think anything improper is happening," he says with a smile.

He turns to start in...then seems to remember something, and turns to offer Marie his hand. "Shall we?"

 

[Fenris]

OOC: Tristan's Epitaph: Here Lies the Mighty Tristan, Felled By a Kaiser Roll

This mad fool was in deadly earnest and Tristan had precious few chances left. Tristan swings his sword in a viscous blow, knocking the gabbing swordsman flat on his back. His follow up strike goes wide. But as the young man stands, Tristan finds his opening and strikes hard.

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Still keeping the 3 BAB to AC.

Tristan R4 (5?) Trip Attempt (1d20+6=19) Touch attack so hopefully it hit! If not i'll edit the post

Tristan Str Check (1d20+9=29)

Tristan Attacks (1d20+10=15, 1d8+6=10)

I can't win!

AoO
Tristan AoO (1d20+10=27, 1d8+6=12)

Finally. I thought out rolling my own AoO last round, but never came back to edit the post.

I was really starting to think Tristan would die here. I figure this guy has to be a Swashbuckler 3. Precise Strike is the only way I can see him doing 11 points to me in one blow.

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[Rystil Arden]

"Up and down we go! But though the bread may fall it shall rise again, and woe to the wicked!"

*The Crimson Pumpernickel, though knocked to his knees, stands up while palming another piece of bread in his hand, but Tristan strikes him a mighty blow, leaving the crazy crimson-garbed maniac shaking and clenching his teeth with pain, just about ready to collapse.*

"Ha! Foul villain, the Crimson Pumpernickel shall never fall to the likes of thee! It would be anticlimactic, and the hero never falls to such a petty worthless villain."

*The Crimson Pumpernickel tosses the piece of bread at Tristan and, completely unexpectedly for a biscuit made of bread, it explodes.*

"Ha! Taste my poppy pepper smoke bomb--this is the real opiate of the masses!"

*The room begins to fill with smoke, and the pepper in the bomb stings Tristan's eyes, causing him to be blinded for just a second as his eyes tear up and burn with pain, as the Crimson Pumpernickel begins to step away from him, though he can't tell exactly which way.*

(OOC: Tristan is blinded for one round, and it's his turn. CP 5-foot-stepped somewhere.)

 

[unleashed]

*Meleagant grabs a piece of bread off a nearby tray and takes a bite.*

"Nah, sorry there buddy, I don't swing that way," Meleagant laughs and goes back to talking to the girls.

“Very funny, though that says more of your mindset than mine,” Gabriel chuckles, while winking at the ladies, “No, I have something to say about your treatment of a certain lady here tonight, which I thought you might prefer to discuss in private.”

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Very funny, though that says more of your mindset than mine,” Gabriel chuckles, while winking at the ladies, “No, I have something to say about your treatment of a certain lady here tonight, which I thought you might prefer to discuss in private.”

"I think my success with the ladies speaks for itself," Meleagant laughs, "Now why don't you run along. Your tone ill befits tonight's jollity."

*He turns his back to Gabriel.*

 

[Fenris]

"Ha! Yourself. For you have failed Baker. You have dishonoured yourself with such a cowardly move. Even if I should fall you will be branded a coward for the rest of your craven life. If Corbinec be such a great weapon it will burn in your hands out of shame to be held by such a lowly, despicable creature. I am no ogre, it was you who attacked me for the offense of discovering your criminal activity. No woman shall ever be seduced by you again, for they shall smell the stink of your cowardice upon you. And Marie, ha, Marie would not even stoop to spit upon your miserable carcass should you be on fire. She shall know of your cowardice tonight!" cries out Tristan as he swings wildly with sword and fist at where he guesses the Crimson Pumpernickle to be.

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Geez!

Still with 3 BAB to AC

Two weapon attack, sword and fist. (No AoO at least)

Tristan two weapon attack Sword (1d20+2=7, 1d8+6=9)

Tristan secondary attack Fist lethal damage (1d20-3=3, 1d3+5=6)

IC hates me, it really really hates me.
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[Rystil Arden]

"Ha! Yourself. For you have failed Baker. You have dishonoured yourself with such a cowardly move. Even if I should fall you will be branded a coward for the rest of your craven life. If Corbinec be such a great weapon it will burn in your hands out of shame to be held by such a lowly, despicable creature. I am no ogre, it was you who attacked me for the offense of discovering your criminal activity. No woman shall ever be seduced by you again, for they shall smell the stink of your cowardice upon you. And Marie, ha, Marie would not even stoop to spit upon your miserable carcass should you be on fire. She shall know of your cowardice tonight!" cries out Tristan as he swings wildly with sword and fist at where he guesses the Crimson Pumpernickle to be.

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Geez!

Still with 3 BAB to AC

Two weapon attack, sword and fist. (No AoO at least)

Tristan two weapon attack Sword (1d20+2=7, 1d8+6=9)

Tristan secondary attack Fist lethal damage (1d20-3=3, 1d3+5=6)

IC hates me, it really really hates me.
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"Ha! A wager then, yon ogre. Marie shall be mine before the moon is new again. If I win, then thy lot for the rest of thy wretched life shall be only to shout the glory of the Crimson Pumpernickel, the beauty of his noble brow, the stainless courage of his heroic code, and the sheer and awesome power of his LEGENDARY blade Corbinec."

*There is a whooshing sound from somewhere in the direction of the balcony as Tristan's eyesight recovers, but the smoke is still obscuring vision beyond a few feet.*

 

[Rystil Arden]

Jacen slides his sword back home with a practiced flourish and bows.

"You're right, of course. We don't want your brother to think anything improper is happening," he says with a smile.

He turns to start in...then seems to remember something, and turns to offer Marie his hand. "Shall we?"

*Marie smiles and takes his hand.*

"Yes, let's."

*Together they walk back to the great hall. Most of the people are still there and mingling, though a few have left out of need to retire early. Jacen notices that Tristan is not present right now, and Hyacinthe seems to have headed away with the servants or something.*

*Belinda comes up to them both.*

"Excusez moi, Sir Tristan is looking for both of you up in your room, Marie. Please head up there as soon as you can, okay?"