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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Apr 24, 2019 10:07:45 GMT 1
Blast, no chance to match myself against Lord Oakheart.
Old Ser Gurney's voice nagged at Roland, telling him to concentrate on today's battles rather than one that may never come. Rather than a personal matter, he was faced with another comrade in arms from the Black Tourney, the powerful Lord Orme. A sporting matter was doubtless more appropriate at a wedding than settling old scores. Roland kicked his mount in to a charge, trying to remember all he learned from Hammerhal's master of arms. [P2] Know opponent Imre Orme: 5d6k3 13PR: 21 AR: 11 Health: 12/12 I/W/F: 0/0/0
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Post by Father on Apr 24, 2019 13:06:28 GMT 1
Lord Orme is skilled enough, but few would think him much of a challenge for Roland.
AH 4D+2b
Fighting 4D+2b
Endurance 4D
Superior Plate
Superior Destrier
Goes Noble, otherwise tries to win.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Apr 24, 2019 13:55:29 GMT 1
Roland rode well, and Lord Orme would have to be at his best to claim a place among Ashford's champions. [P2] Ashford v Imre Orme 1-3 N,EF;SiS;CyB: 3#8d6k4+8 28 29 30 3#6d6k4+1 19 22 23 3#6d6k4 22 20 17PR: 21 AR: 11 Health: 12/12 I/W/F: 0/0/0 |
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Post by Septon Abelar on Apr 25, 2019 0:40:20 GMT 1
Lord Orme takes his appointed place with his face uncovered, a leather cowl wrapping about his head and neck. When he sees Roland, he lifts a hand of lobstered steel to his brow and then lowers it. A token of respect for the knight who once stood for his lady wife. There's a slight delay as his squire climbs a stool to wrestle his long-snouted helm into place. A touching moment with more than a hint of stiff awkwardness--a fitting sort of dissonance for a man with harps on his shield, but a name like a mouthful of porridge. Once properly coifed, the lord takes up his lance and waits for the signal. The first pass titillates a bit, with both knights breaking lances and landing telling hits, though Lord Orme is clearly outclassed in terms of technique. He throws aside what's left of his lance and takes up a fresh length of pine, newly painted with stripes of white and yellow. He turns, gives his horse a kick and rides to defeat in clash that showers the commons in lance-shards. A smattering of applause breaks out as the master of games chalks another win for Ser Roland. Not an unexpected result, to be sure. Lord Orme lifts himself up slowly, his eye-slit and grilled snout jam-packed with dirt. He drops his gauntlets one after the other, and works the damned thing off his head in good time. Adjusting his cowl, which had twisted up on his mouth, he reaches up to clasp Roland's hand.
[P2 Ashford] Lord Orme N, EF 1-3: Atk;SiS;CyB: 3#5d6k3+5 21 20 21 3#6d6k4+1 16 17 19 3#4d6 15 16 13PR 19 Roland hits for 2 DOS, forcing a TN 14 save that Lord Orme passes. Orme hits back for 1 DOS and a TN 10 save Roland easily meets. On the next pass, Roland hits for 3 DOS and TN 18, which unhorses Orme. His riposte is 0 DOS and no save required. |
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Post by Father on Apr 25, 2019 10:59:01 GMT 1
Also defeat by 0 health looks like.
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