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I believe Kargan has 16 hp left.

Kargan takes a knock to the back of the head from Kallista's sword. (remember -4 for trying to do non-lethal damage and +2 for flanking). He raises his battleaxe and swings at his brother with a blow that is clearly not playacting.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 171d8 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 3 + (3, 4) = 14

Kornelius takes the brunt of the axe, his armor bites so hard into his shoulder that blood pours out.

Medic!

Kargan falls to the ground.

Ride check to avoid fall damage: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"Ooof!" says Kargan, winded but not unconscious. He recovers his feet rather quickly as his horse trots on.

Manfred will have to roll for initiative so we can see where he comes in in round 4.

As Kornelius starts to stand, Kargan charges towards his brother again, swinging his battleaxe from the saddle as he rides by.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 101d8 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 3 + (4, 2) = 13

EDIT: Confirm fumble: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Hey, Nerrat, and you were complaining about Kargan's amazing rolls?

Kargan barely manages to maintain his grip on his axe as Manfred enters the field of combat.

ROUND 4 -- Initiative: Kargan (22); Kornelius (7)

Kargan should have had +11 to his attack (I forgot to include the cavalier's charge bonus). I also should have doubled the damage for spirited charge. He could have done up to 34 points of damage if he hadn't fumbled. Cavalier's seem pretty good to me.

"This day will be remembered as mine, little brother," growls Kargan.

Kargan has issued a challenge against his younger (although bigger) brother, who is unhorsed and injured.

Manfred can make out a variation of Kornelius' own shield. The redclad knight raises his visor and glowers. Kornelius recognizes his own brother. Even the murderous intent in his eyes is not unfamiliar.

Okay, who wants a piece of Kargan who has just been rejiggered as a 4th level cavalier? Note, most of you are probably not on your horses or ready for battle.

Before the guests could applaud his brother Kargan stands. "I heard this one in Biston," he says.

"In summer by the River Falcon
a Shoanti tribe one rested
When their men were set upon,
outnumbered, and soon bested.

"The soldiers through vile deed
their wrath were about to slake
when from his drunken stupor
Captain Kerrigan began to wake..."

Kargan is shouted down and drowned out by howls of protest from Lord Kerrigan's men. He sits with a satisfied grin.

Kargan scowls from the sidelines but says nothing.

Kargan's scowl deepens but then breaks out into a grin. He turns to Kornelius, "Little brother, I've beaten you so many times in the past. Perhaps you should be beat again."

Kargan doesn't wait for Kornelius to reply. He heads towards his tent to suit up.

"I stand here with the same letter of invite as these others," growls Kargan. "Am I not to joust?"

Before Lord Kerrigan has even sat down after standing to applaud, Kargan Rowel accosts him. "And what about me? I came here to joust not stand and clap for half-sized court jesters."

Kargan Rowel, Kornelius Rowel's older brother, stands sneering from the side of the jousting field. He makes no move to help or support his brother in any way. In fact, he seems to enjoy watching him get beat.

"And me," growls Kargan Rowel.

Kargan Rowel wrote:

A scowling man spurs a snorting dark grey horse through the market. He ignores the children playing tag in the streets and almost tramples one of them. As he rides past each of the other newcomers, he looks them over in turn. His eyes linger longest on Kornelius Rowel. He says nothing.

Kornelius watches the man very carefully. Then he exclaims "Kargan! Is it really you? Kargan! I went back home a few days ago to meet Dad and Mom but they said you were having adventures all around Golarion!" He then pulls Lady Widdel by the wrist and says "Sheila, this is my older brother Kargan!"

"Little brother," Kargan growls in greeting. That Kornelius is much larger than him may explain the bitter irony in his voice.

A scowling man spurs a snorting dark grey horse through the market. He ignores the children playing tag in the streets and almost tramples one of them. As he rides past each of the other newcomers, he looks them over in turn. His eyes linger longest on Kornelius Rowel. He says nothing.