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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 12, 2018 1:05:09 GMT 1
Titus is brought to a knee and the blow that follows hurts badly. His head is pounding. His lungs are on fire. His whole body hurts. But its a good pain. The pain that keeps you alive. His father's voice. Titus pushes through and swings his longsword in a forceful, upwards arch.
CD: 11 AR: 10 Health: 8/13 Damage: 6 (5+1 True Knight) Lesser Action: Standard Attack 1 v Ser Humfrey: 6d6k4 16 - 3 DoS6 dmg/DoS=18dmg-10AR= 8 dmgHe goes down. I think. If not; Titus takes 1 Fatigue to get up.
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Post by Father on Aug 12, 2018 11:58:53 GMT 1
Ser Humfrey fought hard, but he could not match Titus' vigor, in the end he goes down and makes no move to get up to keep going.
He is not taking injuries to keep fighting a hopeless fight, no. Defeated.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 12, 2018 12:46:51 GMT 1
Titus is still knelt when Ser Humfrey falls to the ground with a loud, deafened thud. Breathing heavily, slightly disoriented from the rush of it all he watches as his opponent is helped of the field. It takes a moment, then when he hears the crowd it starts to settle.
I did it!
He rips off his helmet, his hair hanging in streaks from the sweat of the long joust, his face flushed and eyes bright. Still kneeling, he lifts his helmet in the air smiling broadly. He looks to his family, he salutes Lord Tyrell and looks to Lady Deana Flowers, exhausted, in pain and alive.
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Post by Father on Aug 12, 2018 15:25:21 GMT 1
Lady Daena makes her way down to tie a ribbon around Titus' armor"This is well deserved, ser. Nine rounds and then to swords, it is an honor to have such strong knights fight so hard for one of the ribbons in my hair."
+3 glory and +1 chivalry and full plate and destrier worth of ransom.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 12, 2018 16:44:45 GMT 1
“Thank you, My Lady. I shall labour to not disappoint in the tilts to come”
Seven Hells, if all my tilts are going to be like this I’m joining the faith.
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