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Busy with Mandatory Continuing Legal Education Seminar

TRK remains stoic but he seems to favor his left side. Could it be he sustained some massive injury?

"Thank you for your kind words, Sir Kornelius."

I think only the first attack of Manfred hit; to the DM, the adjudication.

TRK salutes his lordship, the people and Sir Manfred. The heavy warhorse rears on its hind legs. "We ride!"

Attack Rolls

Damage Rolls

Ride Checks

"Sir Manfred, will you do me the honor of facing me on the field of combat?"

TRK arrives and is a bit tired, "I apologize milord for my tardiness, but something was awry."

Work load heavy; doing the work for a four lawyers; on top of that, a typhoon is again going to be passing in a few hours; it's about 150 kph

Thanks, Rev

"I'd be willing to ride again, if his lordship will allow it. But would that count as my next round contest?"

TRK nods in acknowledgement of the presence of Ehlizza and Kallista. "The gods make our lives more interesting every moment."

TRK wonders who this Kargan Rowel will choose as his opposite.

"Excellent show to both of you....bravo"

TRK nods at his fellow competitor. Indeed, a man of few words, and in this instance, none.

The hair at the back of his neck suddenly stand on end, a feeling that he is being watched. He looks around but sees no one in particular among the masses.

He does not dismiss it as mere imagination. He has learned to trust such feelings.

TRK dismounts and lifts his visor. He nods in the direction of his opponent. Then he leads his horse away. The lacy stocking lifts on the wind and trails behind as if waving 'bye bye.'

TRK's black stallion rears on its hind leg before charging off in the direction of Sir Kornelius. The lacy stocking of his lady trails like some battle standard from TRK's helm. The sound of the clamoring masses disappear as TRK's mind enters "Fight Time!"

His mind replays an old martial song.

Inside TRK's mind plays

TRK prays to the gods as he meets Sir Kornelius. He aims his lance at the last moment to prevent Sir Kornelius any chance of escaping. "Guide my hand!"

TRK's rolls

Before the fight, Kornelius says to TRK (The Rogue Knight) "You look undefeatable. And one thing is for sure. I will not defeat you. I think." He winks and also says. "May the best knight win." Says he, shaking The Rogue Knights hand.

"The gods decree our fate long ago. Winning or losing is but an expression of their divine will. I bear you no ill will and whatever the outcome may be it shall remain to be so."

TRK accepts the gesture for what it is.

TRK goes to his horse and lance.

"Tell the people I am The Rogue Knight."

"Besides, it's not the name."

TRK closes the visor of his helm and calmly steps onto the field.

"Father, let me try just once more to find 'The Rogue Knight'," responds Falcon.

"Sorry about the delay. Something was awry."

"Ready."

For Tarren Dei

I expect that I will be out of the net for the next couple of days.

"Sir, would you humor me and consent to defer our little match until after the second pairing."

A man in loose fitting clothes, steps forward with a soldiers helm. He draws stones from the helm on which have been scratched decent likenesses of your shields.

The Rogue Knight will be fighting Kornelius Rowel II

Ormizd will be fighting Sir Manfred VonFalkenburg

Uathach of Iomedae will be fighting Prince Percival

"I see that we are paired for tomorrow's joust, Sir Kornelius."

"Welcome, all! I am honoured that you have travelled such a great distance to be part of our small competition. We hope, by hosting you, to extend our friendships with your kith and kin."

"I am Lord Kerrigan. My son, Falcon, will give you more information about the contest tomorrow."

"I, The Rogue Knight, thank you for the hospitality of your house."

TRK removes his gaunlet and offers his right hand to Lord Kerrigan in friendship.

The Rogue Knight wrote:

Detect Evil!

A few of the locals give off a faint aura of "not very nice" but most come across as "somewhat desparate" or "mildly naughty".

"A hive of scum of hive and villainy it is not," TRK mutters.

He urges his horse onwards.

“‘The Rogue Knight’ I am called.” declares the grim-faced rider. He opens the demon-faced visor of his helm to allow the sun to caress his ebon skin. To shrug off the dust of the road, The Rogue Knight flips his cloak over the left shoulder revealing a well-used battle axe still stained with blood. Curiously, a red silk garter is tied to his right wrist; while his shield is devoid of any device save for the many cuts and slashes that it has deflected.

“Given is your fealty to whom?” he demands of the guardsman, as he scans the people in the area.

Detect Evil!

He acknowledges the presence of his fellow knights.

"By what code do you live by?"

We fight without enhancement, yes? This is a tournament, of course.

Now, I really am blushing.

In the old days, knights wear parts of female apparel as a sign of their ladies' favor. Are we going to continue that tradition?

Ready to go. Note that the skill modifiers are inclusive of armor penalty. Have no magical items btw.

If The Rogue Knight is re-appearing, I'm rooting for him for old times sake.

Wow! A fan already. I'll try not to disappoint.

I'll post a little later; I'm exhausted from fixing up my new office. Thanks for your patience. Using TRK until I fix the Seraphiel alias.

For Rev

Currently inside a cocoon. New personality is calling himself: Seraphiel.

Athletics 1d20+3=19

TRK stands up and moves to the doorway.

On my next turn, TRK follows Reason's example and crawl to H14.

TRK manages to get back on his feet but the shaking knocks him back on his rump.

Athletics 1d20+3=10

TRK moves to R14; activates Sacred Circle.

Intimidate Rolls 1d20+9=27, 1d20+9=26, 1d20+9=13, 1d20+9=14, 1d20+9=26, 1d20+9=19

"I am Kord incarnate! Flee before me!" TRK raises his bloody axe.

I think that's 3 more....

For Rev

On My Turn

For Rev

For Rev

Init 1d20+9=22

"Of all the worst times... bah! Bring it on!"

TRK lowers his axe and clutches his forehead. Pain is visibly etched on his face.

M3, please

"I have arrived too late... to smite her, I mean."

Double move to D7.

A flash of cunning crosses TRK's face and he runs full speed in the direction he came from.

Any tactic that may stun the witch should be viable.

Down to 8.

TRK staggers as the latest attack saps much of his remaining strength. Gritting his teeth, he stands straight his ablaze with determination. "Whatever happens this ends here."

For My teammates

Double move to C16

On my move: TRK double move to B7

Rev, cancel my earlier attack roll; place TRK at H4 as he search for the enemy.

TRK is at 17 hp.

Attack 1d20+10=22, Damage 1d12+4=5

"I am, as you put it, attempting to 'smack' her, but she is tremendously adept as a combatant. You may have noticed this."

"Go do something about it!"

Luckily, talking is free action in 4e

"Not that question, you oaf! And if it has escaped your notice, I would not 'choose' this witch if we were the last fey in Faerie."

"Smack her down then!"

"Ha! Knight takes Queen!" Arianwyn crows.

As Kyleth disappear, he grumbles "She still has not answered my question. I shall force the issue."

"Ha! You and your choice of women!"

TRK is down to 18 with 7 temp hp