Post by K Man on Aug 25, 2005 11:36:03 GMT -5
{I'm not trying to cock-block you guys, let me make that clear. This is mean to be an epic battle for Ravenshead and with important plot-points. If you want to play it that way, then I will. However, I just can't imagine it would be that fun to bog down the already-slow online play with tactical desicions and army tracking etc. I imagine you guys would have more fun storming the 'double-wide' as it were, acting as a strike team while the battle rages around you. Think of it like a Hollywood movie. When an epic battle breaks out, the main characters kill low-level bad guy after low-level bad guy before closing to the opposing general/lead warrior and a duel ensues. Is that what you want?}
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All but Romar -
King Grandil leans in, shaking his head at Yuri.
"I dunno laddie. According to the guards, she leapt from her tower last night...minutes after Romar himself was seen going up to her room."
'I canne say..."
The Dwarven King returns his eyes to the duel, sensing it's near the end...
{You guys might want to pay attention to the next part.}
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Romar -
Still raging with fury, you swing your blade at the 'Faceless Knight', at that helm that keeps its secrets from you and that took your love from this life... [Attack Rolls = Nat 19, Crit Confirm = Success/Nat 20, Crit Confirm = Fail] With a series of blows that could not be more well-timed or well-place, you lace the 'Faceless Knight' with the edge of your steel. [Damage Rolls = 15/9]
A silence falls over the mumbling crowd...
Rivers of crimson begin to run from beneath the armor plating of the 'Faceless Knight' as he staggers about, sword clattering to the ground. The shield follows next, falling to the dirt with a thud. As he takes a few steps back, you notice that blood has begun to pour from the 'Faceless Knight's mouth...
...he's dying.
He slumps against the stone wall of Ravenshead, of the very city he was sworn to defend, and begins to cough more blood from beneath the helm. Unable to easily draw his last few breaths, the gauntleted hand comes up and quickly throws the helm from his head. As it his the ground with and scatters away, you can almost hear the unanimous gasp of everyone there...
It's Sir Mordrid 'The Pure'!!
Even as blood from his mouth and his face twists in anguish, the once-arrogant nephew and sole heir to the Ravenshead throne cannot be mistaken. Those recovering from the shock manage to whisper, their cries and alarms heard in the dead silence.
"...Sir Mordrid? I thought he was dead!"
"The King's Nephew...it cannot be! They cannot be the same man!"
As the whispers rise in frequency and volume, a simple expression of the 'Faceless Knight'...of Sir Mordrid brings the silence once again. He focuses his eys on Sturmguard, King Protectorate of this great city and sputters through blood-soaked lips.
"I'm sorry..."
And then slumps to the ground, dead.
King Sturmguard slowly descends from the steps of the castle and to the limp, bloodied body of his only nephew and sole relative. He kneels next to him, ignorant of all others present and head bowed in respect. He begins to speak slowly and softly, stroking the blood-matted hair of his nephew.
"...when he came back from Boon's Freehold, he was ashamed of what he had done...truly. He begged my forgiveness and leniency in ruling a punishment fitting for his crime."
"He was my lifeblood - my heir, I could not have him killed for cowardice..."
"I told him that for too long he had hidden behind his name for protection, behind his heritage for privileges that most would dream of...and too long had he hidden behind his face for power over others."
King Sturmguard lowers his head even further, closing his nephew's eyes as his own begin to water, dripping lightly on the body.
"I told him, that to rule...to inherit this kingdom and most importantly, earn the love and respect of its peope..."
Sturmguard fails to hold the sorrow back and begins to tear, losing his normally stoic presence. He remains like this for some time and none around the circle dare approach him. In fact, many a woman and maid in the duel audience also begins to tear up and wail. Clearly this is a blow to morale.
Sturmguard stiffens and finishes his words.
"I told him he was to earn the love and admiration of the people without a name, a face and on his own."
It makes sense now...Sir Mordrid, after a cowardly showing at Boon's Freehold was trying to atone for his actions by becoming a champion of the city...a 'Faceless' warrior, a hero on which they could rely.
And Romar just killed him...
Not only did Romar kill a hero of the city, Romar has just slain the only heir to the Blackwing Kingdom and the sole surviving relative of the king to which he has pledged allegiance.
All eyes turn on him next...waiting to see what he has to say for himself.
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{Seriously...how many of you had ol' Mordy pegged as the 'Faceless Knight'? Though I'm saddened he didn't fulfill his true storyline potential, this opens up much more.}
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All but Romar -
King Grandil leans in, shaking his head at Yuri.
"I dunno laddie. According to the guards, she leapt from her tower last night...minutes after Romar himself was seen going up to her room."
'I canne say..."
The Dwarven King returns his eyes to the duel, sensing it's near the end...
{You guys might want to pay attention to the next part.}
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Romar -
Still raging with fury, you swing your blade at the 'Faceless Knight', at that helm that keeps its secrets from you and that took your love from this life... [Attack Rolls = Nat 19, Crit Confirm = Success/Nat 20, Crit Confirm = Fail] With a series of blows that could not be more well-timed or well-place, you lace the 'Faceless Knight' with the edge of your steel. [Damage Rolls = 15/9]
A silence falls over the mumbling crowd...
Rivers of crimson begin to run from beneath the armor plating of the 'Faceless Knight' as he staggers about, sword clattering to the ground. The shield follows next, falling to the dirt with a thud. As he takes a few steps back, you notice that blood has begun to pour from the 'Faceless Knight's mouth...
...he's dying.
He slumps against the stone wall of Ravenshead, of the very city he was sworn to defend, and begins to cough more blood from beneath the helm. Unable to easily draw his last few breaths, the gauntleted hand comes up and quickly throws the helm from his head. As it his the ground with and scatters away, you can almost hear the unanimous gasp of everyone there...
It's Sir Mordrid 'The Pure'!!
Even as blood from his mouth and his face twists in anguish, the once-arrogant nephew and sole heir to the Ravenshead throne cannot be mistaken. Those recovering from the shock manage to whisper, their cries and alarms heard in the dead silence.
"...Sir Mordrid? I thought he was dead!"
"The King's Nephew...it cannot be! They cannot be the same man!"
As the whispers rise in frequency and volume, a simple expression of the 'Faceless Knight'...of Sir Mordrid brings the silence once again. He focuses his eys on Sturmguard, King Protectorate of this great city and sputters through blood-soaked lips.
"I'm sorry..."
And then slumps to the ground, dead.
King Sturmguard slowly descends from the steps of the castle and to the limp, bloodied body of his only nephew and sole relative. He kneels next to him, ignorant of all others present and head bowed in respect. He begins to speak slowly and softly, stroking the blood-matted hair of his nephew.
"...when he came back from Boon's Freehold, he was ashamed of what he had done...truly. He begged my forgiveness and leniency in ruling a punishment fitting for his crime."
"He was my lifeblood - my heir, I could not have him killed for cowardice..."
"I told him that for too long he had hidden behind his name for protection, behind his heritage for privileges that most would dream of...and too long had he hidden behind his face for power over others."
King Sturmguard lowers his head even further, closing his nephew's eyes as his own begin to water, dripping lightly on the body.
"I told him, that to rule...to inherit this kingdom and most importantly, earn the love and respect of its peope..."
Sturmguard fails to hold the sorrow back and begins to tear, losing his normally stoic presence. He remains like this for some time and none around the circle dare approach him. In fact, many a woman and maid in the duel audience also begins to tear up and wail. Clearly this is a blow to morale.
Sturmguard stiffens and finishes his words.
"I told him he was to earn the love and admiration of the people without a name, a face and on his own."
It makes sense now...Sir Mordrid, after a cowardly showing at Boon's Freehold was trying to atone for his actions by becoming a champion of the city...a 'Faceless' warrior, a hero on which they could rely.
And Romar just killed him...
Not only did Romar kill a hero of the city, Romar has just slain the only heir to the Blackwing Kingdom and the sole surviving relative of the king to which he has pledged allegiance.
All eyes turn on him next...waiting to see what he has to say for himself.
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{Seriously...how many of you had ol' Mordy pegged as the 'Faceless Knight'? Though I'm saddened he didn't fulfill his true storyline potential, this opens up much more.}
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