944 FE, Septembus – Late Morning
Sergeant Redarm watched as the lot of you picked through and made your choices. It seems you are already under evaluation. The sergeant was keeping an eye on what weapons were chosen. He noted Oz’s choice of spear and javelins, Quentin’s mace and Cynric’s longsword.
Redarm looked up as Horns asked the question. His expression was well hidden.
“Sorry. Everything here is army standard issue, regular sized. Improvise or make do with what you got.”
Cynric had made his choice of longsword, looked over at the minotaur and suggested.
“Maybe fashion a club out of one of the racks….?” The long haired man shrugged.
Sergeant Redarm stood waiting for the last of you to decide on your weapons. The practice yard was clear and the crowd of spectators waited expectantly.
Watching the Ataxia, the sergeant gave a little chuckle at the gnome's use of horse shit to mimic alchemist fire. He approved of the use.
"Aye, It will serve them right if they do."
At the question of his last name, Redarm chuckled again and then caught himself. He said sternly, "No, it's because my arms were coated red in the blood of my enemies." Quentin gulped at the admission.
By this time Cynric and Quentin lined up as well, brandishing their chosen weapons.
"Ready? Good, let's go!" Sergeant Redarm beckoned you to follow and led you out to the into the practice yard.
The yard itself was a space of about 50ft by 50ft surrounded by a simple wooden fence. The ground was packed dirt that turned into a mud pit should it rain. Luckily, there was no rain on the forecast for today. Along two sides, there were about a couple of dozen spectators. It was a mixture of veterans, trainers and recruits. The pale woman from the barge was present as well, and wore a sour face.
Leaving you on one side of the practice yard, Sergeant Redarm proceeded to the center. He called out names and veterans from the spectators began fetching practice weapons and jumping the fence. In the end, it was 6 versus you 5. The sergeant was not making an account for the dead prisoner.
"There are causalities in battle. Deal with it." he said when Cynric tried to protest.
Your opponents have a range of weapons. Three of them are carrying bows with blunted arrows, and have practice longswords at their sides and shields on their backs. One burly looking veteran has greatsword on his back and javelin's in his hand. Another has a polearm of some kind, and the last was dual-wielding a short sword and rapier
In the center of the yard, Redarm bellowed.
"Alright! There are two rules to this bout. Stay inside the yard, and the fight goes on until you yield or are knocked unconscious."
The sergeant looked at both you and your opponents. "Remember, you are being watched."
Redarm quickly moved to the side of the yard. He chopped his arm and yelled "Begin!"
The fight is on!
- Combat Notes |
V1: d8 agi, d12 health, d10 atck, d12 range, longsword, bow, shield (d10)
V2: d10 agi, d10 health, d8 attack, d20 range, greatsword
V3: d12agi, d10 health, d8 attack, no range, polearm
V4: d8 agi, d12 health, d10 atck, d12 range, longsword, bow, shield (d10)
V5: d8 agi, d12, d10 atck, duel-wield
V6: d8 agi, d12 health, d10 atck, d12 range, longsword, bow, shield (d10)
Everyone is up for round 1
- Map |