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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 12, 2010 16:56:37 GMT -5
Armored Combat, Knight / Officer category Round 6
Katrina de Montgomery Flourintine longswords Skill 18 Armor: Full Plate (- 8) Shield: no, but has sword, (-4)
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 13, 2010 15:19:30 GMT -5
Sir Ecosse Deitule Knight/Officer Longsword and shield Skill level 18 Armor: full plate (minus 8) Sheild: Yes
"Whell Lady, Good Sir Knight Eet seems we started zis tournement and hwe shall now end it togezer! I salute you and hold you in ze highest regard!"
He puts down his visor moves in at the horn and engages his adversary.
He rolls: 19 Neck (severe damage – deep cut, broken vertebrae, throat pierced)
19+18=37-8=29
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 13, 2010 15:45:05 GMT -5
2 Miss (no damage inflicted)
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 13, 2010 15:45:53 GMT -5
Katrina tries again
6 Right leg (light damage – flesh wound, bruise)
18 + 6 = 24
Ecosse 1 to 0
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 13, 2010 15:50:05 GMT -5
Ecosse comes back in again to the chaotic blur of Katrina's flashing longswords.
He rolls: 7 Head (light damage – flesh wound, bruise)
7+18=25
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 13, 2010 16:04:30 GMT -5
Clearly not at her best, Katrina tries to improve her technique.
14 Left leg (severe damage – deep cut, bone breakage)
14 + 18 = 32
Total 32
Ecosse 25
Katrina 1 Ecosse 1
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 13, 2010 16:09:12 GMT -5
Ecosse salute the lady knight and goes in again showing great stamina and dogged persistance!
He rolls: 13 Right arm (severe damage – deep cut, bone breakage)
13+18=31
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 13, 2010 16:14:00 GMT -5
Her limbs growing heavy, Katrina grits her teeth and pushes on.
11 Neck (light damage – flesh wound, bruise, partial choking)
11 + 18 = 29 Total 29 Ecosse: 31
Score: Ecosse 2 to 1
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 13, 2010 16:16:58 GMT -5
Ecosse tries very hard to end this now as this knightly woman is by far one of the best opponants he has faced.
He rolls: 3 Left arm (light damage – flesh wound, bruise)
Very poorly exucuted she catches him off balance
3+18=21
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 13, 2010 16:20:41 GMT -5
Katrina notices he is stepping up his game and she rises to the challenge and then comes back with her own blow.
15 Right leg (severe damage – deep cut, bone breakage)
15 + 18 = 33
Ecosse 21
Katrina 2 to Ecosse 2
"I don't intend to go down without a fight, most noble of opponents!" She grins at him, evening up the score.
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 13, 2010 16:26:07 GMT -5
Ecosse opens his visor and stabs his sword in the ground haning his shield on it then crosses to Sir Katrina.
"This has been an excellent fight and a wonderful tourny best of luck in this final pass M'Lady"
He returns and redies himself again and closes for the last turn.
He rolls: 18 Head (severe damage – cracked skull or unconsciousness)
18+18=36
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 13, 2010 16:30:26 GMT -5
Katrina agrees but can't help but wonder if he did that to break her momentum, give himself a breather, or if it was just a fit of gallantry. She decides on the latter as his sword slams into her yet again.
Barely managing to lesson the full force of the blow, she grunts as it hits but comes out of her poor parry with a ricochet blow.
20 Critical hit (inflict such a severe injury that death is imminent or a “called” shot)
20 + 18 = 38
Katrina 3 to 2
She quickly pulls off her helmet and crosses to Ecosse, her ears ringing from his last blow. She takes his hand and says warmly. "Well, that means I only have to beat you in two more rounds to win. Ready for another bout?" She quips with a grin.
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 14, 2010 15:49:47 GMT -5
As she rests for a few minutes Katrina thinks back over the matches and than at how tired and bruised she is feeling. The hour is getting late and she is hungry. It has been a very long day. She turns to study Sir Ecosse and has to admire his skill and his chivalry as he was nothing but the utmost gentlman the entire day.
Thinking that the last thing she wants to do right now is fight two more rounds with him, she goes to the marshal and quietly withdraws from the match. She finds that she is far more tired than she thought, now that she is not actually fighting and she sways on her feet as she approches Ecosse.
"Sir Ecosse." She says, loud enough for the crowd in the immediate area to hear, "Upon reflection, and a few moments respite, I find myself too fatiqued to continue. You have beaten me today just as you have perservered over all others in out category and therefore you are the clear winner. I concede the match to you!" She shakes his hand again. "It has been a real pleasure crossing blades with you, Sir and I hope that we will get the chance to spar again in the near future." She grins. "I am very glad you are my friend and not my enemy." she rubs her forehead. "that last blow set my brains to rattling!" she grinned and gave him a curtsy. "Until we meet again!"
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Post by Ringulf on Dec 14, 2010 21:08:16 GMT -5
"Sir Katrina I hope you have not pressed yourself beyond the point of wisdom, I know you have only just recovered from severe injury, however briliantly you handeled yourself this day!
I will accept your courteous consession, but I would also ask a boon. I did not choose a Lady to dedicate a victory to this day, if in fact I had been so fortunate. Would you do me the Honor of bestowing on me a token so that I might dedicate it to yourself?
You are truly a great source of pride to Araluen and it's Knighthood."
And with that he bowed and took her gauntleted hand in a courtly kiss with a warm, genuine smile that reflected the brotherly affection he felt for her at that moment.
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Post by Brandwyn on Dec 14, 2010 21:28:07 GMT -5
"I thank you for your concern, but I am sure I will be fine after a bit of a rest and some good relaxation." Katrina smiled at him.
Her next question caught her off guard and she looked at him with surprise, "a token? Oh dear..." Katrina was not accustomed to giving tokens to her brothers-in-arms and was momentarily taken aback with surprise. She was pleased at his request, however she was caught unprepared. "I am afraid all I have on me is this rather old and worn kerchief. It does sport my silver unicorn in the center, but I do wish I had something in a lot better condition." she pulled out the handkerchief from under her breast plate and handed it to him. "I would be most honored to have you bear my token" She leaned forward and lightly kissed him on each cheek. "Thank you!" She said warmly, happy to make another friend.
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