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Post by Father on Dec 8, 2020 13:51:12 GMT 1
Of course..it's a Redwyne he's fighting, the two could either clobber one another to exhaustion, or Ser Roland could yield. A Reacher knight's instincts could not be so easily subdued as to submit when not truly outmatched, but a more tempered Westerman apparently can.
+2 glory
+1b to "commanding presence" tests for hero action during the main battle.
Parmen is entitled to a ransom for a status 4 second son of a wealth rank 6 house.
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Dec 12, 2020 15:43:47 GMT 1
Just like that the fight was over. Parmen let out a slow breath and was startled to realize that despite feeling like he had just been trample by an aurochs he had survived the duel without any serious injury.
Parmen chivalrously saluted his defeated opponent with his sword, before accepting Crakehall's as a token of surrender.
"Well fought Ser Roland. I thought that you had run me through for a moment there. Let's get you to the tents where the maesters can check your injures and where you can drink all of my brother's wine before he returns."
Having emerged victorious and taken care to treat his captive with all of the respect due to his rank and skill Parmen removed his helmet and gratefully accepted a skin of cider from his squire. He would wait for his own wine until after the battle that was about to begin. "Give him water and an apple and see that he is rubbed down," Parmen said as he handed over the reins to Edwyn. The dark bay courser that Parmen had purchased from Lord Fossoway's stables had performed magnificently and his speed and agility had proven the difference maker in his battle against the young but highly skilled Crakehall swordsman. "I think that I finally have a name for him." Parmen said rubbing the horse's neck fondly. "Edwyn meet Swyft."
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