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Post by DM Quietus on Feb 19, 2011 11:08:36 GMT -5
Knox : The man continues to scowl, shouting, "And if they're killed here? Then what? You think that men like this would be more afraid of some time cutting corn, or by the thought of being killed? 'Cause I'll tell you right now, I've spent my entire life farming, and dying's a lot scarier than that!" A grumble goes through the crowd gathered, the man's sentiments being echoed by many; In their eyes, you can see the pain of loss - and a quick glance to the criminals shows the brute you fought with the previous day smirking, a gap showing where his tooth had been knocked out. Apparently, he's amused by the fact that the tables have turned, that you're now defending his life.
Haiwire : You can feel the drag of air on the flat of your blade as you swing it, and it slows your swing just enough that Burly manages to get his shield up in time to catch the blow. In answer, he makes a lunge with his longsword, but you push him off-center with the length of your guisarme, and his stumble makes his attack fall short. Crow, in the meantime, shouts in frustration with his poor aim, throwing aside his crossbow and drawing his longsword as he moves in. Longsword held in both hands over his head, he charges forward screaming his frustration - he leaves himself open as he does so, but after that's resolved, his swing goes wide, if he manages to get it off at all.
((For Dave's benefit, and to make this go faster - Burly is slightly damaged from Harry falling on him, and is right next to you with sword and shield. Crow draws his longsword while he moves, draws AoO, and misses his own attack for all his trouble; he hasn't had a chance to ready his shield, but he's got the strength to make two-handing his sword worthwhile.))
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Post by DM-Delfon on Feb 21, 2011 18:07:58 GMT -5
AoO: 17+3base+6Str+-1(fatigue)-4(subdual)=21 Damage: 1+4+7= 12 (subdual)
Attack: 13+3base+6Str+-1(fatigue)-4(subdual)=17 Damage: 2+3+7= 12 (subdual)
As Crow leaves himself open, I spin the flat of my blade toward Burly while leaning forward. Then I thrust both hands backward, jamming the hilt of my weapon into Crow's stomach. Hoping that the battle ends shortly as I can feel the fire in my blood burning down to a simmer.
(1 round remaining in my rage.)
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Post by Grey on Feb 24, 2011 11:11:15 GMT -5
"Again, I will not stand by for injustice by ANY hand." Outstretching hand and sword as an improvised wall, "My name is Hovis Oakley Knox. I've defended your town just yesterday with my life. If you want to kill these prisoners, then you will have to take my life too."
Pausing briefly to let the crowd take that in, Knox turns his head back to the bound brute with a scowl of displeasure on his face. Turning my gaze once more on the crowd to add, "I only ask, would the man willing to take my life give me his name?"
______________________________ diplomacy (previous 17) or (passive roll+0=) if you think one's needed hp 33, AC 14+dodge (flatfoot 10/touch 12), saves +4/+3/+2
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Post by DM Quietus on Feb 26, 2011 9:48:47 GMT -5
Haiwire's rage seems to outlast Burly and Crow's ability - and will - to fight, as Burly takes a solid blow across the side of his head and falls to the ground. Crow's charge is halted when he runs solidly into the butt end of your guisarme, and you can feel some of his spit land across your face as all the wind is knocked out of him. Clutching his stomach, Crow takes a couple of wary steps backward before attempting to flee into the long grass, clearly slowed by your blow but not entirely incapacitated.
In Crickstock, Knox has his hands full - much of the crowd is simmering down, not willing to visit violence on someone who, as he pointed out, defended their town with his life. The brute only grins wider when he's given the scowl, as if he's enjoying the fact that Knox appears to hate the situation he's been put in, giving a low chuckle. That's cut off, however, when the middle-aged man steps forward, his hands balled up into fists. "Roland Judd.", he says, the look on his face one of a stubborn man not used to giving in. "And I'll see justice for what these men did, even if I-"
Before he can finish, the woman who'd been trying to talk the crowd down previously lays a hand on your shoulder, and when you glance over, you can see the thanks in her eyes. You've managed to calm the crowd, something she'd been failing at doing. Turning her gaze to the man, she says, "Roland, killing these men won't bring your wife back. We're all hurting here, but no matter what we do, we can't change the past. And killing these men would only make you a murderer. You know what the consequences of that would be - the same as these men will be subject to. This man - Knox, wasn't it? - helped us at great personal risk yesterday. Can't we just give him the benefit of the doubt?" At that, Roland stomps away as eyes begin to water, but whether that's from the fresh sting of loss or from impotent rage over not getting his revenge, it's hard to tell. The young woman turns to you, saying, "Thank you, again. This is twice you've put yourself at risk for us, and I don't know how we can repay you. Have you already seen to whatever troubles it was you were chasing after?"
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Post by Grey on Feb 28, 2011 15:52:35 GMT -5
As the middle-aged man leaves, Hovis turns to the brave woman. "I've done no less than you. You stood alone against the crowd, - people you live with, - trying to help them see reason. Where I am armed and trained, you unless I'm wrong are neither. You showed true bravery, ma'am."
At the mention of the troubles my comrades are after, Knox' dark blue eyes fall to the bound men. "Regretfully, no. We believe these men are connected with the people we seek." Finding it difficult to look at the brute any longer than necessary, Knox takes refuge in the kind eyes of this young woman. "Actually, that is why I've returned. The armour your attackers were wearing may allow us to enter their fortified encampment and deal with the threat they pose with fewer lives lost."
______________________________ hp 33, AC 14+dodge (flatfoot 10/touch 12), saves +4/+3/+2
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Post by DM-Delfon on Feb 28, 2011 18:25:26 GMT -5
Seeing my quarry escape, and knowing I don't have the energy to chase him down I shout, "Do not let him escape, shoot him down!" Jogging thirty feet closer, I raise both hands over my head and throw my guisarme end over end at Crows back.
If Crow drops from my attack I run over to him, drop to one knee and tend to his wounds.
Flavoured Charge: 19 + 6 +2 Charging -4 Subdual = 24 Damage: 3+3+7 = 13 Subdual Heal: 10+1 = 11 (if he's still leaking, I will keep tending to him until he stops leaking.)
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