Harp and Mund rumble, off to bed
Subject A Friendly rumble
After some good-natured ribbing and sizing up, Mund and Harp decide to take it outside. Mund leads the group to an open field where they both have room to move.
Mund takes off his armour and Harp does the same. Mund explains the ground rules. "Nothing that will leave a mark or hurt longer than a week [only subdual damage], and we yield if we get too tired [1/2 HP]. We don't want to bee too tired tommorow. Agreed?
Both agree and shake hands.
Mund raises his head and lets out an ugly yell. Some of the onlookers might recognize this scream. This is how elite bands of orc-raiders enter battle. It is said that this is how they are given strenght and fortutite from the evil orc-god Gruumsh. Indeed, Mund appears to grow stronger and more imposing. Mund looks at Harp, grins savagely, and advances. Harp dives at Mund's legs, trying to tackle him and take him down.
Round 1. Harp HP:47/47. Mund HP:58/58 (bonus HP for raging)
Initiative Harp: 4 + 6 = 10
Initiative Mund: 7 + 3 = 10
Initiative Order(Harp, Mund)
While Harp is coming in for the tackle, Mund tries to kick him in the shins (AoO).
(AoO - AC:12, 4+10=14, hit, damage:2+5=7 Harp HP=40/47)
(Harp's Grapple, Touch attack -- AC:15, 17+8=25, hit -- grab succesful).
(Maintain Hold -- Opposed Grapple Check (OGC) -- Harp:5+8=13 Mund: 2+10=12,success. damage:1+4=5 Mund HP:53/58).
Mund's kick connects, but leave him unbalanced. Harp mangages to completely lift him off the ground with his tack before landing full on him as he hits the ground. Mund tries to keep the momentum going and roll the orc off of him, but theHarp is just too stable.
(Escape from Grapple -- OGC -- Mund:4+10=14, Harp:7+8=15, failure).
Round 2. Harp HP: 40/47. Mund HP: 53/58
Harp drives his shoulder into Mund's chest, trying to squeeze the air out of him, while Mund tries to pin Har's left arm and leg, allowing him to flip him over and escape the crushing weight of the cleric.
(Harp: Damage Opponent -- OGC -- Harp: 5+8=13, Mund:11+10=21, fail)
(Mund: Escape -- OGC -- Mund: 12+10=22, Harp: 11+8+19, success)
Harp was so intent on doing damage to Mund that he didn't notice until it was too late that he couln't move his left arm or leg, allowing Mund to easily tip him over and roll away.
Round 3. Harp HP: 40/47. Mund HP: 53/58
Harp makes a standing grab, trying to wrap his arms around Mund's torso in a giant bear hug.
(Mund's AoO -- AC12, 20+30 hit, criticle threat: 4+10=14, hit, damage:1+5=7*2=14Harp HP:26/47)
(Grab:OGC: Harp: 14+8=22 Mund:12+10=22, fail)
Mund ducks under Harp's massive arms, delievering a punch to the stomach that completely takes the wind out of the orc as he does so. He spins behind Harp and delivers another blow to his kidneys.
(Mund's Unarmed Strike (US): AC:12, 2+10=12, hit. damage:3+5=8. Harp HP: 18/47)
Round 4. Harp HP: 18/47. Mund HP: 53/58
Harp reeling from the blow to his stomach, Harp goes down to one knee and bows his head in frustration. "I yield."
It almost looks like Mund didn't hear or understand and was going to attack Harp anyway, but he stops himself in time. The feral look in his eyes disappears, and a less primal and more congenial smile breaks out on his face. He goes over to Harp and helps him up. "That was pretty good, you big lug," he says as he rubs the bump he got on the back of his head from the tackle. "I thought you had me for a while there."
Mund leads the group back to the tavern and buys the whole group another round of drinks, glad that his new companions at least have a sense of fun.
From: Kevin
Subject Rumble
Harp is humbled by this experience. He has been used to being the "big guy" on the training field. He had never lost a match like this, except to older, more experience warriors. This smaller man did not seem that old, or that strong, but he fought like a true warrior. He seemed to be able to drawn on some other power to make himself more powerful. Harp was a bit familiar with those feelings, but could not allow himself to be tempted by them. That wild way was the first step toward chaos in his life. He had to resist it. His training told him so.
Harp will clap Mund on the shoulder and say:
"Good fight. It has been a long time since someone has been able to best me. I look foward to drawing weapons at your side. Come, the next round is on me."
From: Mark
Subject A day in town
Mund motions for the party members to go into the inn. He bangs open the swinging shuttered doors and stomps into the common room. The rest of the party follows him in. Mund bellows at the innkeeper. "These are my friends. Take care of them or I will take it out of your hide." The innkeeper shouts right back and the two fall into what is an obvious pattern of insult and counter insult. They are all seated and food is served all around. It is decent food and the beer is good. Only Ragnar seems to not enjoy the food.
As they are talking Kal asks Mund about the instrument on his back. ""Alemunda, you're a musician? Elves have always been great appreciators of music; I would love to hear you perform." Before Mund can reply Allistair jumps in and also asks Mund to play. However the worried look on Allistair's face belies his request. Munds nods his approval and oblivious to the moaning sounds coming from the other patrons, unslings his "lute" and heads for the small stage. Allistair's fear is well founded. He had hoped that his brother had improved his musical ability over the years, but he had not. If anything he was worse. To complicate matters, Mund did not seem to notice how bad he was.
When Mund finishes, Allistair is surprised to hear some real applause from a few members of the party. The fact that Harp finds the music enjoyable is not too surprising, but Salix's approval stuns the young magic user. Harps approval of his brother's music amazes Allistair. Then he hears something almost as amazing. Harp is proposing a duet with Mund. Looking around for a way out he spots Ragnar. He had not knows too many dwarves, but he was fairly sure that a shade of green was not their normal color. "Are you feeling well, Brother Ragnar?" The stout dwarf nods at Allistair and motions him closer.
"Dwarves were not made for see voyages." The dwarf tells him. "I was hopping that a bit of food and ale would help, but I forgot how weak the beer is here. What I wouldn't do for a barrel of good dwarf ale. Listen, I can tell from watching you that staying here and listening to your brother pains you. I do not want to be the first to leave. How about if we take our leave together?" This strikes Allistair as a wonderful idea and the two make their excuses to the party and head back towards the rooms that have been prepared for them.
Over the next couple of hours the remaining party members spend time eating and talking. Harp and Mund have found much in common. At one point they even go outside for a wrestling match. Harp is surprised when Mund takes him down easily. It does ease Harp's mind a bit that the smaller man would be able to handle himself in a fight. Salix hands over a few gold pieces to Surin, obviously coming out on the wrong side of a bet with the halfling.
Lunch comes and goes as does dinner. It is just getting dark out when Ran goes over to Harp and whispers in his ear. Harp starts to object and Ran whispers one more word in his ear, this one a little louder than the others, loud enough for the other to hear: "Sergeant". Harp stops his protest at that and stands. "My friends, we have had a fun time today, but tomorrow we must be on our quest. Ran here has reminded me that an early start is easier if every one is in bed early. So I ask for every one to turn in so that we can be off early in the morn." With that Harp downs his nearly full ale and slams it on the table. Mund does the same while the others in the party finish their last drinks off a bit slower. Then it is off to bed.
OODM: That is all I can write for now. I will try and do some more tomorrow.
From: Josh
Subject Game
Mark,
In all seriousness, don't push yourself getting these turns out. The game can wait.
From: Mark
Subject Game
No I am doing better. I got a new script for some Percocet and they work great.
From: Mark
Subject Game
Ok folks as should be obvious I am back.
I expect we will be in the full swing of things starting next week on Monday. You can take the rest of this week and the weekend to do any RP you want, so go to it. I do give bonus XP for good role playing, so have a go at it.
From: Kevin
Subject To bed
Harp heads for his room, somwhat ruffled by Ran's interference. He was just having a good time. What was so wrong with that? It was such a rare occasion for Harp. But then he remembered - they were on a quest of great importance to the Battle Lord. He should have kept that in mind. As Harp reaches his room, he grows somewhat remorseful of his lack of attention. He would have to pray to Heironious this night to ask for his strength in the coming challenges.
" Oh great Battle Lord, please forgive me my wayward activities this day. I failed to keep your greater good at the center of my heart. Thank you for the guidance you provided through my friend Ranthir. Help me to appreciate the good in all those who travel with me, and give me the wisdom to utilize their virtures to the betterment of our cause and to the detriment of those who oppose us. I thank you for giving me companions whose counsel I can trust and whose strenght I can rely on. I will do my best to bring glory to your name and success to this journey."
With that, Harp will retire to bed.