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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 13, 2010 16:36:02 GMT -5
Henry tried to concentrate on the match and not think about the tantalizing prize money should he happen to actually win this tourney. He attacks again.
18 Head (severe damage – cracked skull or unconsciousness) 18 + 16 - 4 = 30 Total 30
The crowds, that had swelled to enormous numbers all collectively gasped and winced at his treatment of Omen. Henry didn't even notice them.
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 13, 2010 16:39:03 GMT -5
A hard shot rocks Omen but he does his best to return it.
He rolls: 16 Torso front (severe damage – deep cut, vital organ pierced, ribs broken)
16+19=35-6=29
Henry's motivation is strongest! but he should not count the money yet!
One more match though both combatents should get a rest!
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 13, 2010 16:45:41 GMT -5
Shaking his head, the Marshal calls for them to begin the final match, wanting to get out of there and go drink some ale, he tries to rush them along.
"Winner: Henry Dell. They now stand even at two losses each. The winner of this final match will take the tournament."
The crowd roars with approval and Henry then notices that they have drawn the attention of several knights as well as nobility. Sir Kenyon is beaming at him with pride and several of his fellow knights are pummeling Ken with questions about Henry and who he is.
In the adjoining arena, the match between Sir Katrina and Sir Ecosse is drawing as much attention and Kenyon is torn between the two arenas, wanting to see them both as both Henry and Katrina are his proteges.
Henry feels the marshal is being a bit hasty and holds up his hand. "Beg a 10 minute breather!"
Relunctantly the marshal nods.
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 13, 2010 16:58:03 GMT -5
Omensinger sees what is happening and the hope that is on Henry's face for the future of his position and the Nest egg this Tournament could afford him as well. Omen is as competitive as the next man but does not want the notoriety nor does he really need the money, Feeling the throbbing in hes defense hand from the many hard blocks he decides to go with his gut.
"Excuse me! but might I have the martial and the Chiergeon confer with me please" Omen asks.
He removes his gauntlet to show a legitimately swollen, red left hand and tells the Marshal that he would like to Honorably Withdraw and concede the match to Henry Dell.
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 14, 2010 15:38:49 GMT -5
Standing off to the side Henry listens as best he can as the chiurgeon and the marshal confer. He hears Omensinger ask to withdraw and steps forward. "I am sorry that I injured you, my friend." Henry looks at Omen's hand, noting that it doesn't look terribly serious, but imagines it is rather painful.
"Might I suggest that we call it a draw, declare both of us winners and split the prize money?" He asked hopefully. "I wouldn't feel right taking the victory here on account of an injury."
The marshal looked back to Omensinger. "That is well within the rules should you choose to do so. As the injured party it is up to you."
Henry claps him on the shoulder lightly and says, "Come, we have some serious drinking to do at the Boars Head. Let's be done with this silliness and go find some pretty lasses to sit upon our knees!"
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 14, 2010 20:52:17 GMT -5
"Allright Henry, that is very gallant of you and I will agree on one condition!" Said Omen with a grin.
"I will proudly share the title with you but you must take the purse in it's intirety, well except for the one coin we drink with this evening!" He then moved to Henry and spoke conspiritorialy putting his head in next to Henry. "Truthfully Henry I was never in this for the money I have my needs attended to and I would like for you to launch the next phase of what I am sure will be a wonderful military career with it. And one more request, I would joyfuly go a wenching with you this eavening but I am afraid that I am all but ruined for that lofty of pastimes as I am afraid I have fallen hopelessly in love. So I must agree only on the condition that I have one particular wench in mind for my own activities!"
He clasped Henry's big hand and laughed with his newly aquired freind.
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 14, 2010 21:15:44 GMT -5
"Well, if you are sure. I must confess that it will help feather my nest so that I might attract a pretty young maid to be my wife." His eyes then went round at Omen's confession, not having pegged him for a man who would settle down. "Agreed!" he said aloud, "Grab your wench and let's be off!" he grinned and they exited the list field with much cheering.
Little did Henry know that many of the knights and nobles in the crowd noticed and marked his chivalry and fighting skills that day and how it would benefit him a few short months later.
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