(044) A Hinterlands Venture

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Dec 04, 2012 2:34 pm

coffee wrote:
NOW Dieter starts fighting defensively.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:36 pm

sulldawga wrote:

verhaden wrote:Torben

Noticing the commotion, Torben drops the reigns to Murphy off to another member of the company and approaches the man holding Rufus and barring Dorgan, eager to earn some respect from his new friends. "Hands off the little ones," he roars, and, without waiting for a response, slugs the man square in the face.

Both his hands are occupied, after all.

"Ach! Whatta ya doing? I had it under control!"

Dorgan looks exasperated with Torben but quickly shrugs his shoulders and resigns himself to dealing with the consequences. The dwarf will let Torben and the pavilion guard go at it with each other, and he'll look to defend Torben's back, stepping in front of anyone else looking to get involved. He's not averse to throwing a punch or two if needed. No weapons unless attacked with the same first.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:40 pm

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond stares in disbelief as he watches the new guy... what's his name? Torben?... haul off and hit the man restraining Rufus and Dorgan.

"Ah, jeez..." he mutters and rests his hands on his sword. "Keep alert, Mondes. Looks like trouble has found us again..."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:50 pm

doctorx wrote:
Josiane, focussed on Dieter's battle as she is, fails to notice the outbreak of fisticuffs behind her...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Dec 04, 2012 7:35 pm

eris wrote:
If Olaf notices the action going on he'll mutter something about being rash and go on guard, ready to fight if the fight comes to him. He won't move to join the fight nor to break it up if it stays at the fisticuffs level.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Dec 04, 2012 9:48 pm

mushgnome wrote:
Highbough watches the brawl with scorn, vigilantly watching for any sign of escalation to weapons/magic. The words of the Torrefaction are on the tip of his consciousness...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Tue Dec 04, 2012 11:00 pm

tonneau wrote:
Gustave's appraisal of this Torben goes up a significant notch, upon viewing his lassiez-faire diplomatic efforts.

Post by **mgtremaine** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 6:58 pm

mgtremaine wrote:
OOC: Waysoftheearth if it seems like I can get close enough to the scuffle quickly enough then I would do the following. But if not then I would get close to Highbough and hope for the best.....

Wen from the outskirts of the crowd would notice the scuffle starting and quickly move towards to it. If Wen can be there before it comes to bloodshed he would cast his The Mellifluent Concord and then speak, in a attempt to head it off. Focusing on the members of Boar's routine in and around Torben.

Wen would say "Friends, friends hear, hear, this is not the time or place to resort to blows. I suggest we all just relax, perhaps a few more rounds of beer and wine while we watch the exciting match before us. Please lets not ruin the occasion, you my good man let the little one go, I assure you he means no harm, he was simply looking for the latrine. Poor little guy has had a skinful of fine mead and is near bursting, isn't that right Dorgan? Friend Torban is simply caught up in the moment, this is rather an exciting fight is it not? Why look everyone they both seem near the point of collapse. It is time to cheer them on no? Off you go Dorgan don't want making a mess here."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed Dec 05, 2012 7:28 pm

danhem wrote:
Grumbling to himself Ulric moves toward the scuffle. If open hostilities break out he prepares the Baleful Somnolence to incapacitate as many of the warriors as possible without killing them.

OOC: Nice thinking mgtremaine.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Thu Dec 06, 2012 12:35 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
(Most of the reactions to Torben's attack will be resolved in the following round, after the act has actually occurred).

The duel enters a fourth minute of nail biting, crushing action with (most of) the onlookers oohing and ahhing and cringing with every clash of steel against steel...

Dieter moves into a more defensive style, intent on parrying and blocking everything The Boar can throw at him (Initiative is rolled 1d6; Dieter=5+1, The Boar=5 doubles again!) continuing to exhibit his superior speed and reflexes.

The Boar launches his barrage, grunting and straining to overwhelm Deiter's defense (Dieter's attack rolls d20=20,13 @+5=25,18 vs AC4=4 2 hits, and The Boar's attack rolls d20=19,16,2 @+5=24,21,7 vs AC2=2 hits. Dieter's 20 parries The Boar's 19; his 13 doesn't parry The Boar's 16, but is a hit instead. So it's one hit apiece...) but our hero moves nimbly on his feet and deflects the deadliest attacks with well practiced swordsmanship, but still suffers a terrible battering worth (1d6=4) 4 hit points. But the Boar oft over-reaches himself and Dieter takes full advantage, punishing his opponent (1d6=6!) with a cracking blow to the head which knocks his helm off and deals 3 points of damage!

After this The Boar staggers back and spits out a mighty mouthful of blood, red in the face and laughing enormously. "All right! That'll do son! Yer a Man's Man! You'll keep yer mail, and yer welcome in my camp!"

He lets his battleaxe drop and strides a couple of paces to Dieter intending to clap him mightily on the shoulder, simultaneously ordering his staff to "Bring wine, idiots! And someone call the surgeon! My Man here's bleeding!"(/color)

He seems not to have noticed the altercation which has just broken out in the crowd behind him...

Dieter (MV 12", AC 2/5 (chainmail, dex, shield, helm), HD 4+4, hp 2!/18, sword & shield)