The Tournament of Flowers, Part II [Orsal Judging][Concluded]

[Manzanita]

Rowan will shift his position to stand in front of Juliana. "Hey, girl-fighter! Why not try taking on a man instead!"

Rowan doesn't understand what Boog is doing, or why he is talking to him inside his head. "Hey boogie, don't you have a crossbow or something?"

I suppose if the knight really does target Juliana, Rowan will have no choice but to move aside, as he can't stop a horse and doesn't care to be trampled, but he will try to present himself as the best target. This time, he will enter his rage when/if the knight enters his attack zone and try to kill him with his guisarme.

 

[Patlin]

ooc: Now that's annoying. I posted an update this morning, right before the sight went down for several hours, and it apparently was eaten by the internet gods. 12 hours later I figure out why no one has responded to it...

Round 4, take 2
"Clearly, you have more mettle than I had expected. It may have even been a mistake challenging all three of you without my allies. We shall have to do this again sometime. However, for now..."

The Knight charges in again, his intentions unclear.

At Boog's shouted command, however, the Elan finally manages to cloud his mind. Abruptly, he slows.

"I say, do you think you could get out this ding? I seem to have made something of a mess of my equipment."

He brings his horse to a stop just short of the party.

 

[El Jefe]

"I say, do you think you could get out this ding? I seem to have made something of a mess of my equipment."

Boog fought his elation. "This isn't over yet", he thought privately, not sending his relief at ending the fight, his joy at defeating such a strong enemy's mind, or his concerns for what would come next over the mental link he shared with his companions. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward to address the knight.

"Well, we'd be happy to see what we could do", came his reply. "But I think you'll have to come down from there to take it off so we could get a good look. Oh, and we'll need to look at that lance, too. The tip might need sharpening, you know. Say, do you know anything about the two that came up missing at the monastery yesterday? It would pass the time while we worked."

The strange young "man" reached out his hand to aid the knight. Silently, he sent yet another message to his friends. His tone reminded them of someone saying "Nice doggy...niiice doggy" while reaching for a stout striking stick. "Play along, don't be threatening, take the nice man's armor and weapons. Use the mindlink if you want to say something private. And be on your guard...he'll be himself again once he hands over the last item!"

 

[Manzanita]

Rowan restrains himself from thwacking the knight with difficulty. The situation is so bizarre that he finds himself at a loss for words. He goes along. If the knight dismounts, Rowan will put down his guissarm and take the horse's bridle. He'll be ready to pull out his flail once thing's get dicey again.

 

[Patlin]

Rowan takes the Knights horse, and Julianna relieves him of his lance, longsword and morningstar. The knight begins to slowly dissassemble his full plate, and chats with you idly while doing so.

"We should be finished with our work here by noon tomorrow at the latest." He confides. "I'm told it will only be a short time until we've established which of the three subjects is the one we're looking for, and once we do that we can begin the process of extracting the needed element from his blood."

"The ones we took from the monastery were a bit harder to obtain than the first one, mostly due to the fact that there were so many others about, but it seemed wise to conduct as much of this as possible during the new moon."

"Do you also do horseshoes? I'd like someone to have a look at my horse's feet, I'm not sure that last farrier was all that good."

 

[Bront]

"Who is the other one?" Juliana inquires as she takes the man's armor and weapons and inspects them (as any craftsman might). She gives little indication of her injuries other than the obvious signs. Meanwhile she will spend some time concentrating (Regaining psionic focus).

OOC: Yeah, I'm gone. I'll try to pop in, but assume that I'm gone till next tuesday unless otherwise advertised.

 

[El Jefe]

"I'm told it will only be a short time until we've established which of the three subjects is the one we're looking for, and once we do that we can begin the process of extracting the needed element from his blood."

"Oh!", exclaimed Boog as he helped the man out of his breast and back plates, "That sounds painful. Can the extraction process be fatal?"

"The ones we took from the monastery were a bit harder to obtain than the first one, mostly due to the fact that there were so many others about, but it seemed wise to conduct as much of this as possible during the new moon."

Boog played right along. "That must have been quite difficult. How were you able to make that tunnel in the monastery wall?"

"Do you also do horseshoes? I'd like someone to have a look at my horse's feet, I'm not sure that last farrier was all that good."

"Well, of course", the telepath answered quickly. "Rowan here is quite good with animals, would you take a look?" Mentally, he sent an additional message to Rowan and Juliana: "Be careful...that might be a one-man horse, if you know what I mean." He continued on with the knight: "Do you have any special items for us to look over? We ensure potions remain fresh, that sort of thing, you know."

 

[Patlin]

"No, no, the extraction process is a bit unpleasant but hardly dangerous. As for the tunnel down into that racetrack, one of my allies did some sort of magic and this big badger appeared to dig the tunnel. Those straps are always stubborn to get in and out of... well, there you go. Do you think... oh, damn. Bit of a sticky situation here. How embarrassing... I surrender, I suppose. Hardly sporting of you, really."

 

[Manzanita]

Rowan McTavish brb2

Rowan shakes his head. His battle experience before the monestary consisted of hunting wild animals, and occational exposure to wild, ruthless battles with orcs. This polite enemy who for some reason took off all his armor, then cheerfully surrenders is quite confusing. He's still not sure what to make of it. He glances around to see if this is a trap. He has no actual interest in the horse's shoes.

"You bet you surrender," Rowan says, holding his flail threateningly and bringing his face close. "Tell me this now, does your other captive, er, look like me?"

 

[Patlin]

"Look like you? Hmm. Actually, there is a significant resemblance. What an amazing thing!"