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Ah, an NPC
Ah! I shall fight him with my left hand!
Como é que eu acabar aqui?
Joachim sighs and sits on the edge of the pit. His wounds slowly heal to faded scars by the Inn's innate magic. "Well, my style of fighting is not good here Karrin, but practice makes perfect. Perhaps if you handicap me a blow?"
Ferrisirion's blow has staggered Joachim. He nods to Karrin's kind offer
"Aye Karrin, as before" Combat:
The two combatants meet with a clash of steel
"Aye strange one, that we do." Looks at Karrin "Shall we?"
Joachim looks about "Tis quiet here now friends. What say we have a sparring match Karrin? I feel the need for a bit of exercise. If I recall I have to make up for your last victory."
Joachim nods "I will take one as well noble publican. Perhaps some Sambucca? I enjoy its flavor. We have nothing like it in my country."
The olive-skinned warrior nods his head "Indeed my small blue friend, there are many here who have strange accents and methods of speaking. I myself was at a loss for weeks before I could communicate, having never heard of this trade language called Common." Joachim sips his drink meditatively "Now it has been years since I spoke any Torrugais."
Joachim nods "I had heard that the fabled city of Amanpour on the far side of the Desert of Iriam was an exotic place .." Looks about "But I think that this place would be able to beat it."
Joachim has been quiet while the others have been discussing matters beyond his expertise. The small Brinkt brings him out of his turkey-induced somnolence. "A duende! By Bell, Sand and Hawk I had thought they were just fairy tales!" Joachim looks around the barroom and its many odd patrons. "Umm.... I guess I should be surprised duendes exist after all."
Yah leave the poor monkey alone
Joachim stands and gives a bow to the newcomer. "A pleasure to make you acquaintence Lady."
Joachim rises as Ashura approaches. He pulls a seat out for her. "Allow me young lady. I am Joachim Fernao, a sparring partner of Miss Kind."
Joachim listens silently, observing the scene with hooded eyes
Joachim follows this back and forth between the two young (looking) women. "Perhaps then Lady Malfaerr, as a wizard of some puissance, you can answer me a question. How does one go about locating a lost portal to a world? I have been stranded in this inn for months now. Although I have seen many wonders my heart years for the sere winds and blue skies of my country of Andimala. Perhaps you have heard of my world? Scholars called it 'Terrino' although most folk just called it 'Earth'."
Joachim stares at Malfaerr "Truly you must be a most puissant sorceror, Lady Malfaerr." Joachim looks at the other assembled magical items that Malfaerr has spilled from her satchel. "What manner of wizardry do these items use?"
Joachim flinches when he sees the severed head "By Bell, Sand and Hawk! What is the purpose of that ..thing?"
Joachim turns to their new guest "I must say, Lady Malfaerr, that you are a striking-looking woman. Are you a practicioner of the Art? My homeworld had little by way of wizardry, so I am always fascinated by people who channel the raw power of the multiverse. Are you able to show us any expressions of your power without harming us?"
Joachim stands as the newcomer arrives. He pulls out a spare chair for her. "Please be seated, m'lady. My name is Joachim Fernão, lately of the country of Andimala. These are my new friends, Karrin, Saurig, O.L.L.I, and Traveller Smurf." Joachim pushes in the chair after Malfaerr is seated.
Joachim looks up from his meal "Dear lady Sharinda please give my compliments to Mitchifer for this tasty treat! I have never tried eel, there were few sea creatures in my homeland."
Joachim looks at the small waitress "If I could dear lady, a glass of that wonderful dry red wine you got for me last. It was quite exquisite."
Joachim calls to Sharina "Dear lady Sharinda! We have need of your services!"
Joachim bows "As you wish Lady Karrin. Your friend looks very interesting. I insist you let me buy us all some provender." Joachim sheathes his two blades and follows Karrin and O.L.L.I over to her table. Traveller Surf and Saurig sit sipping coffee. O.L.L.I introduces himself around. "Greetings beings of unknown appellation. This unit is designated Oil Lube Initiallizer, but most of my acquintences know me as O.L.L.I. Can this unit have your appelations?" Joachim bows before O.L.L.I. "I am Joachim Fernão, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ser Olli."
Joachim nods "I have tried that route, but I have yet to find anyone who worships Asharra, the Golden Lion, in the two months I have been here. I have not been shriven by a Prester in that whole time." Joachim looks downcast. "By Bell, Sand and Hawk it has been too long since I set foot in a temple and professed my allegance to the Pride of Faith."
Joachim sips his pomegranite juice and sighs contentedly. "I think after we fight a bit of food would be most welcome Lady Karrin. I have a bit of gold from my last commission still, would you do the honor of joining me for supper? " Joachim finishes his drink, rises to his feet and prepares for combat. Joachim's rest seems to have invigorated him. He darts forward in a blur of steel, both weapons flashing in the lantern light. 1d20+9=28, 1d20+8=25, 1d4+5=8, 1d3+4=7
Although he is able to hit Karrin, the strange forces inherent in the World Serpent Inn deflect the force of his blows. Karrin smiles and winds up her turn. Her big blue axe takes Joachim in the short ribs, the spewing blood once again freezing and the wound blackening. Joachim groans involuntarily. "It seems you have drawn first blood again Lady Karrin." He gasps. "I will have to concede this round to you and stop a bit to heal."
Joachim gives Karrin a small bow "At once lady Karrin." To Sharinda "A mug of whole milk for Lady Karrin, Lady Sharinda."
Joachim withdraws and sheathes his weapons. "Take all the time you wish Lady Karrin. You have shown the deepest honor to me when fighting, so please, take your ease." Joachim notices Sharinda in the background. "Lady Sharinda could we have a few drinks here? Perhaps an ewer of cold water and some pomegranite juice. Maybe some citrus in the water?" Joachim looks to Karrin "Lady Karrin would you like a drink?"
Joachim brandishes his dagger and rapier in a quick one two slash
1d20+9=28, 1d20+8=25, 1d4+5=8, 1d3+4=7
The lean hidalgo seems to have gained his fighting stance back. His rapier and his dagger both strike true, catching Karrin unaware.
Joachim smiles at the earnest Tiefling "Indeed Lady Karrin, I have seen more wonders in the last two months then I had imagined. To think there were so many strange things under Sand and Sky! Asharra bless me if I could have even believed a tenth of it when I was back in Falcon Crag Keep." Joachim looks at his shoulder. The damage has healed up with barely a trace. "And what a place to spar! If I could train my retainers here the Rainbow Prophet would truly fear the banner of Fernão!" Joachim gets to his feet and squares of in a guarded position. "Another my lady?"
Joachim plops down at the edge of the fighting pit "That is very much like my story, Lady Karrin. I am a hidalgo of the country of Andimala. The hidalgo class are the protectors of the realm, and we protect the lower classes from the depredations of the accursed desert raiders of the Rainbow Prophet." Joachim pauses a moment to spit to the side "My fief lay close to the Desert of Iriam, where the Prophet's raiders issued like the summer sirocco winds, withering everything in their path. They raided a small hamlet on the desert's border, and I led a force of my retainers into the desert to try and bring them to justice. A huge sandstorm caught us unawares on the third day within the desert and I was separated from my men. I was knocked unconcious from a fall off my stallion, and when I awoke I was in one of the rooms here." Joachim looks momentarily sad "Like you Lady Karrin, I am stranded. no one I have met in the two months I have been here has even heard of my world of Terrino, let alone Andimala."
Karrin's new axe keens as it slices trhough the air, impacting on Joachim and cutting his left arm deeply at the shoulder. The wound turns black and the spurting blood freezes into a red-crystalline mass. Joachim falls down in shock "Sweet Growl of God!" Joachim gasps, staring at his bloody blackened arm. He looks to Karrin in pain. "I am afraid I am going to need another break my lady."
Joachim grins as the last of the wound heals up. "Well, I will trust in my ability to evade your blows, Lady Karrin, if you will be kind enough to stay them should you strike true!" Although healed, Joachim comes off his mark a bit stiffly
Joachim winces as the wound heals. "Aye lady Karrin, it felt as if a shard of ice had sliced my flesh open. If 'twere not for the magic properties of our inn here I feel this wound would have looked much worse." The wound is healing rapidly, but the two can see that there is a ring of blackened flesh like frostbite around the jagged lip of the cut.
Karrin's blue-headed axe keens as she roundhouse swings it into Joachim's side. The wound smokes as a rime of frost spreads from the gash, small red crystals of frozen blood tinking down on the fighting pit's floor. Joachim gasps as the cold hits him. "By the roar of the Lion that stings!" Joachim limps back a bit. "I am afraid I am going to have to call a short break lady Karrin." He pants. "I am not sure how bad that last wound is, but I fear another without a little healing."
Joachim grins at Karrin. "I made the mistake of underestimating you once, lady Karrin, I do not propose to do the same again." Attack: 1d20+9=21, Damage: 1d6+5=6
Joachim's blade once again reaches out to pink Karrin's skin.
Joachim smiles as his rapier slashes at Karrin.
The rapier just pinks Karrin, drawing a small bead of blood.
Joachim eyes the axe dubiously "I will indeed shout if it does anything odd. Shall we?" Joachim assumes a defensive position at the edge of the fighting pit
As Karrin swings her new axe, she gets a strange feeling, like she just won a contest or found the hidden treasure at the end of a dungeon crawl after defeating the big bad evil guy. Happiness and confidence flood into her, and her swings become tighter and more controlled. Joachim whistles lowly when he gets a good look at Karrin's new weapon. "That is indeed one puissant-looking axe, my good lady Karrin. May I ask where it came from?"
Joachim smiles "Considering the damage-dampening glammer that enfolds this Inn, I don't think fists will do much. Weapons it is." Joachim unsheathes his new rapier. It is made of black adamant, and crackling blue energy runs up and down its shaft. He limbers up with a few thrusts and parries.
Joachim walks over to the fighting pit with Karrin, the noxious Reaver following with his Umber Hulk minion. "If I remember correctly the rules we used last time were. . . melee weapons only, if anyone draws blood we wait a minute, no biting or kicking below the belt . . . no stabbing in the eyes or neck just in case . . . best eight out of thirteen rounds, rounds being four minutes, drawing blood wins a round, causing someone to yield wins a round, in a round with no deceive winner most hits wins the round . . . and cheating causes you to lose a round."
Joachim gives the hideous neogi the hairy eye. "By Bell, Sand and Hawk what is that thing?"
"Ya, for sure! Same rules as before?" Joachim bows again "But of course. I am hoping my new blade will help me hold my own against you."
Karrin, Saurig and Traveller Surf see the saturnine whipcord figure of Joachim Fernao walking towards their table. The dark-complected man gives the table a flourishy bow and he addresses Karrin. "My dear Miss Kind I was wondering if perhaps you would be interested in renewing our sparring from before? I see you have found a new axe since last we did the Dance of Steel. I have a new impliment as well." Joachim pats his scabbard. "Interested?"
"Ow, that looked like it hurt, you ok Joachim?" Karrin asks, clearly trying to hide a smile, "I think I win this round." Joachim winces as the big axe blade bites into his abdomen. Gods! By Ssendrith's forked pizzle!" Joachim looks at the deceptively innocent-looking Karrin. "Aye, lady, I think you have won the match. Any more combat and my armor will be in shreds, it doesn't get the benefit of supernatural healing like we do." Joachim guestures to the several rents Karrin has put in his leathers. "Would you mind if we stopped for a while and got a refreshment? I am feeling thirsty and I would like to let my wounds seal up properly."
Joachim eyes the fresh scoring on his leather armor "A close blow Karrin." Spoiler:
Joachim scores a slight touch to Karrin, but her armor deflects the blow easily "I need this practice by Asharra's Tail!"
Joachim winces from the axe blow "Indeed. It seems my blades miss the desert air. Either that or living at this inn has dulled my reflexes." Spoiler:
Once again Joachim fails to land a blow on the elusive Miss Kind.
Joachim nods to acknowledge the score "You are quite good with your weapon Karrin" Joachim says, panting slightly. COMBAT:
Spoiler:
Joachim's two weapons seek Karrin's flesh, but the nimble Tiefling evades their reach again and again.
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