Falcon Warchild searches the jousting field, "Has anyone seen a 'Mr. The Rogue Knight'," he asks reading a piece of parchment in his hands.
Falcon Warchild searches the jousting field, "Has anyone seen a 'Mr. The Rogue Knight'," he asks reading a piece of parchment in his hands.
"Who gives their child the first name 'The'?" asks Lord Kerrigan wryly.
Sir Manfred salutes his opponenet when he gets to his feet again, and recaptures Trouble before his horse can go try to trample the ashworm. He leads Trouble past the stands and the cheering audience to his tent, where he unsaddles and tends to his mount. He then carefully removes his armor to check out the two large bruises on his chest and the smaller one on his backside. Quietly he gave thanks for his performance to Iomedae, allowing himself some pride for a good performace.
Donning lighter garments he goes to meet Lord Kerrigan and guests.
Noticing Prince Pineperry's armor on a stand he approaches the Prince.
"Your Highness, with respect surely you will don something more rigid than scale armor? A breastplate at least. Experience says your flexible armor will lead to a great deal of unneccessary pain."
"If you have a suit in my size I would gladly view it. Alas I hope to avoid that dangerous lance of yours. Maybe luck will shine on this day. I have been very lucky in the past."
Percival inclines his head as the victor passes back to his tent.
Sir Manfred goes off to inquire amongst the armorsmiths about a suitable set of plate armor for the prince; or at the very least a breastplate.
EDIT: added it to my profile list of games, won't forget anymore...heh.
EDIT: added it to my profile list of games, won't forget anymore...heh.
Spotting Uathach's golden hair and silvery eyes, Kerrigan gestures to Falcon, "That one seems ready. ... Boy's so shiny I have to avert my eyes when he stands in the sunlight like that. ... Do you think blinding his opponents gives him an advantage in combat?"
"Father, let me try just once more to find 'The Rogue Knight'," responds Falcon.
Kornelius eagerly applauds the victory my Sir Manfred and prepares Sting his horse. When passing by Sir Manfred, he winks and whispers "Nice job."
"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
1d20=13, 1d20=20, 1d20=5, 1d20=8, 1d20=10, 1d20=14, 1d20=5, 1d20=3, 1d20=9, 1d20=5
"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** spoiler omitted **
"Ah, it's ... you," says Falcon, uncertain of what to call 'The Rogue Knight' but fairly certain both 'Mr. Knight' and, the less formal, 'The Rogue' are out. Falcon gestures towards the field. "The crowd is getting restless."
"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.
Sir Manfred calls out, "Good luck Sir Kornelius!" as he passes. He wondered who the rough looking man was talking to Sir Kornelius. It seemed to him they had a family resemblance; but it was too late to ask as the knights set up at opposite ends of the field and took up their lances...
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.
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.
"Well said." responds Kornelius. And he pats his horse and the horse charges. The horse takes a evil look at TRK, and Kornelius sticks his lance out, hoping to TRK off his horse.....
Kornelius Rowel's rolls:
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.
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
Kornelius Rowel II, a caravan guard who has helped to rescue the keep from bandits and was amongst those who warned Lord Kerrigan of the marauding orcs, faces the mysterious Rogue Knight.
The three clash three times. Each time, Kornelius' lance is knocked aside by TRK's seemingly impenetrable armour. Each time, TRK's lance splinters on Kornelius shield, sending him from his horse. Each time but the last.
When Kornelius having lost in the first two courses, mounts his horse and tries for a third and remains on his horse the whole crowd applauds his tenacity.
All but one person ...
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.
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.'
"Excellent show to both of you....bravo"
"The word brutal doth spring to mine mind. Plucky chap that Kornelius though."
Half hidden in the crowd, an elderly druid watches the joust. As The Rogue Knight scythes his way through the course, he smiles slightly, as though at a fond memory.
"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.
As Falcon calls Uathach of Iomedae and Prince Percival to take their places, Lord Kerrigan looks bemused and whispers something to the wealthy halfling businessman, Sirap Hilltown.
Prince Percival mounts his treasured warpony, Silkwind, and takes the short lance, more of a lancet really, with its purple pennant fluttering in the breeze.
Then he smiles down to the four squires. Each has changed roles from musician to aide. They stand apprehensively waiting. "Good luck, my lord."
"Don't worry one hath watched many of these actions in the past, and I'm good at riding, correct?"
He looks over at the herald and the master of ceremonies ready for the off.
Round One
Attack 1d20+3+2=12, Damage=13pts, Ride check=33! AC23
Round Two
Attack 1d20+7+2=24, Damage=9pts, Ride check=28, AC21
Round Three
Attack 1d20+7+2=15, Damage=8pts, Ride Check=27, AC21
Uathach raises his hand in salute, with a cheery smile, "Good Luck to you Sir Percy!"
add +1 to all attack rolls if we're allowed to use MW lances.
FIRST COURSE
Charge attack, no use of options
Lance charge: 1d20+7=17
Lance charge damage: 1d8+2+1d8+2=17 (Lance breaks) =15 dmg
Ride check if hit (no warsaddle, no handle animal bonus):
Ride Check: 1d20+4=22
Remain in saddle chance if knocked unconscious:
1d100=55
SECOND COURSE
Charge attack, no use of options
Lance Charge 1d20+7=16
Lance charge damage: 1d8+2+1d8+2=15 (Lance is intact)
Ride check if hit (no warsaddle, no handle animal bonus):
Ride Check: 1d20+4=20
Remain in saddle chance if knocked unconscious:
1d100=94
THIRD COURSE
Charge attack, no use of options
Lance Charge 1d20+7=19
Lance charge damage: 1d8+2+1d8+2=13 (Lance is intact)
Ride check if hit (no warsaddle, no handle animal bonus):
Ride check: 1d20+4=11 Fail if more than 6 dmg
Remain in saddle chance if knocked unconscious:
1d100=65
Ride v. unhorsed dmg. 1d20+4=15
Will post other rolls if needed, or you can.
The pale faced Percival nevertheless waves back.
Prince Percival Pineperry proves too small to hit in the first course. As he hugs tightly against the horse's mane, Uathach finds he has a choice between hitting the horse or missing entirely. He misses.
Unfortunately, the whipping of the horse's mane in the halfling prince's eyes means that Percival misses as well.
The crowd is much amused and cheers the second course. Much to the crowd's amusement, the halfling prince manages to score a hit on the shining knight. It is more of a 'tap' than a hit and Uathach shrugs it off but it is worth points.
Uathach's lance still has trouble finding the diminutive royal. Uathach stays on his horse.
Prince Percival Pineperry, Since that went so well, he will do it again, all brave and confident now.
Attack 1d20+7+2=15, Damage=8pts, Ride Check=27, AC21
The crowd seems a little let down by the third course. Neither rider hits. Neither contestant scores any points.
Check my math ;-)
"good show Percy!"
Lord Kerrigan applauds the halfling prince, though his smile still suggests he finds the prince more amusing that praiseworthy.
Falcon Warchild notes the score and announces the current rankings to the crowd.
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."
"How did we do, Silkwind? That lance was like a treetrunk coming at mine precious body. Thank you Uathach. But did we win?"
The Prince plainly cannot believe it. He stares wide-eyed as the results are read out. Then a slow smile spreads across his face.
And the halfling offers his hand to Uathach, vigorously shaking it.
Prince Percival Pineperry proves too small to hit in the first course. As he hugs tightly......
.. crowd seems a little let down by the third course. Neither rider hits. Neither contestant scores any points.
Check my math ;-)
Prince Percival Pineperry proves too small to hit in the first course. As he hugs tightly......
.. crowd seems a little let down by the third course. Neither rider hits. Neither contestant scores any points.
Check my math ;-)
"I stand here with the same letter of invite as these others," growls Kargan. "Am I not to joust?"
"Than choose your man!" snaps Lord Kerrigan angrily.
Kornelius grunts by Kargan's behaviour. When Lord Kerrigan responds, he is stunned.
TRK wonders who this Kargan Rowel will choose as his opposite.
Percival walks over to the stand to see if that is it for the day.
He is sipping from a silver stirrup cup.
Kargan begins to walk towards the halfling prince in a threatening manner but Kerrigan intercedes, "Challenge someone who has not already placed. If they beat you, they can advance."
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.
"Just watch me." shouts he loudly. However, he seeks out Uathach for some advice.
Kornelius finds Uathach and says "With your mighty skill, you could have defeated your opponent. However, luck was not on your side. I ask you, though if you could find where my weakness was when I was playing.. uh... Mr. Knight. You see my brother wanted to play a joust, and he did not have a assigned opponent, and Lord Kerrigan said that he would have to choose a person who did not win, and he chose me, and I heard that seeking advice is not illegal, so," says he. "Will you help me?"