"Frord Hrothtagg ye say? Well met lad, me name's Hurthrun cause ah make things hurt n then they run!" laughs the dwarf as he stands up and runs his hand across his face trying to wipe his hangover away. He notices his pouch on the floor and picks it up and puts it away.
"Pleased ta meet you too mister "I like red" and to reacquaint meself wit you too lassy, I have no idea what happened last night so how's about we go up n find out what's goin on?"
"Well my dear sir Reginald, only a shared love of alcohol could unite an half elf and a dwarf. What a night my friends ! What a night it was ! Shared bottles, broken dreams and hoped future... My memory of that night is still blurry but one thing is for sure : joining the legion, powering through the ranks, gaining strength, this seemed like a great plan Yesterday !
But i didnt even present myself, and my dwarf friend might not even remember it ! My name is Baleith, i follow the path of my lord and power is his Word."
"Hahaha Hurthrun, that's a good name. Hurting is what we will do. Let's go upstairs." Frord heads up the stairs.
When you step out on the deck you immediately smell the salty sea. It is a bright and sunny day, there are almost no waves and no wind - still the ship is going full sail ahead. "I ain't never seen this much water before. How far do you reckon we're from the land?" Frord is visibly uncomfortable from being at sea for the first time.
The ship is a middle-sized military vessel, with two masts and sails decorated with various regalia, including the flaming sword of Tempus, the Imperial god of war. There are no oars. At the back of the ship you see three clerics of Tempus who seem to be doing something. The majority of the new recruits are already on deck, wandering about. You see about thirty armed legionaries on the ship, about twenty sailors, and maybe forty or fifty recruits. You see the quartermaster talking to an elf who seems to be about half his size.
You believe you still have a few minutes until the half hour is over, what do you do?
" Well met Frord of house Hrothtagg, I believe we havent been properly introduced " I introduce myself and inquire about his past as a slave, and his story. He needs to make a will/insight check at about the one minute mark of our conversation (Diplomat feat: he will need to make a will check / Insight cbeck. DC = 13 ) (if he fails = acts as if charmed, ends if I move further than 60ft from him, for more than one minute) (Also insight check on the things he is saying = 21 , 7)
"I also wish to do a perception check around the deck, especially on the elf, the quartermaster is speaking to. Weather he or anyone else s carrying a whip" perception : 1917
"Well met Reginald." Frord replies absent-mindedly as he walks off in the middle of the conversation to the side of the ship and stares at the sea in disbelief. You get the impression that he is not trying to be rude, he is just really impressed by the sea. He doesn't seem to be a man of words anyway.
As you look at the elf you realize that he indeed does have a whip on his hip. Suddenly you realize that he has caught you staring at him and he stares back with a cold gaze. You remember that there were elven kingdoms where they considered other races so inferior that they had no qualms about eating them; this is what they must have been like.
Meanwhile Hurthrun has a strange vision. He sees a medal made of bronze in front of him but as he reaches out for it, it is snatched away by a devil dressed in black, yellow and red
At about this time, you hear a small bell, apparently half an hour has passed. "All hands on deck!" Cries one of the sailors. Four legionnaires dart down the stairs, and the remaining recruits also come up from the hull of the ship. There is one human who is so drunk that he has to be dragged out by the legionnaires. They just throw him down on the bridge, in front of Servius, the half-orc, the elf (taking glances towards Reginald from time to time), a weathered looking human who seems to be the captain of the ship, another, stern looking human in his thirties in the uniform of the Legion, and another human in the robes of a priest of Tempus. All recruits gather in front of the bridge, and the legionnaire steps ahead:
"Long live the Emperor! Rookies, welcome to the Seventh Mounted Legion, the Septima Equites. You should feel honored to have the opportunity to serve your Emperor and the Empire in this unit, provided you survive training. But before your training starts, we have an official duty to perform. Line up in a single file, and inspect the Book of Tempus, confirm where you signed your sacred Blood Oath."
The priest steps ahead, puts a huge tome on a stand, and opens it. The recruits start lining up to see what's in there.
One of the legionnaires steps up to Reginald: "Don't just stand here waiting! Didn't you hear the tribune? Move up to the book!"
The recruits step up to the priest and confirm that those are indeed their names in the book. As you all look at the book, you all see your names, or at least some version of them, writen in the large tome in what seems to be dried blood, next to yesterday's date, the fourth day of the first month of the summer gods. The halfling that you saw earlier speaks up: "My name is not there in the book! I demand to be let go immediately!" "First of all, you address me as tribune, maggot. What is your name?" asks the tribune "Perpos Barwrick ... tribune." "That name is right there, Barwrick." Suddenly the face of the halfling goes pale: "But... but... that is still not valid, my real name is Tener Wilwrick!" Those of you who stand closer see that the letters in the book that used to spell out Perpos Barwrick light up and start swirling on the paper, until they are reorganized as Tener Wilwrick. The priest speaks in a voice that all of you hear as if he was talking right beside you: "There is no way to cheat he Blood Oath, my son." The tribune signals to the elf, who smiles and takes the halfling away.
After everyone have inspected their names, the tribue starts again: "Recruits, my name is Sextus Cordius Quirinalis, I am the tribune of the Seventh Cavalry. I will be your commanding officer here, and your training will be conducted by Sextus Avidius Galaeron here." The elf steps forward. "He will continue from here. Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor, maggots. I will be your drill instructor. First order of the day, we need to punish some people." They bring out the halfling and the human that could not wake up, and tie them to the mast. "Not reporting for duty and lying to an officer. Ten lashes each, for now." He takes out a heavy whip, and starts hitting the backs of the human and the halfling. He has done this many times before, he knows how to cause maximum pain. When he is ready, the two are barely able to stand when they are untied.
"And for now, the training. This is not exactly standard procedure, but because of the situation the Legion is in, we need to speed things up a little bit. I know that some of you already know how to fight, and there is no need to waste time with teaching you that. Luckily, we have captured a few pirates on the way. Here is the deal: you get to fight them with blunt weapons, and if you defeat them, you can skip part of the training. Try not to kill them." He points to a group of four or five individuals, who are locked in a cage. " I already know who volunteers first - the two of you!" He points to the two that have just been punished, and can barely stand. They give them and the pirates some weapons, and te recruits start forming a small circle in the middle of the deck.
Do you do anything? Where are you on the deck right now?
Also, in front of the book, Baleith has a short vision of a blue rooster flying on top of a huge golden trophy, that consists of a globe, held by four female figures! :)
I Look at the dwarf and elf, and give them a nod. I go towards the armorsmith, and choose 2x finese type practice scimitars/shortswords. I go towards the center of the circle that is forming around the specticle, and shout out. "Now that we're brothers, surely we aren't about to send two of our own to their deaths, both wounded, one vertically challenged and the other disoriented from drink? " 28 , 17 Persuasion.
The dwarf looks at the human standing in the middle, listens to what he has to say and strolls to the armorsmith to grab himself a blunted shortsword. "Lad if yer wanna be not sending them to their deaths, least I can do is help ye make it a fair fight, yer man here can barely stand and t'other one..... Bloody hell"He then turns to look at the elf. "Girly are yer comin'?"
With backup being imminent. I move towards the wounded, and gesture to the crowd to engulf them as I shove them both out of danger. But not before whispering into the half-lings ear " I recon I'm your only friend in this world "
I hold my turn until PC's arrive and evaluate the 4x components, their appearance, our surroundings and anything that might be of interest. Perception: 13 , 3
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Frord also steps out with you, and grabs a greatsword. The elven instructor smirks as you attempt to move towards the weapon rack to pick your weapons. He walks up to you as you are choosing weapons, and without any previous warning, he *****-slaps Reginald across the face with his iron gauntlet (you take 2 bludgeoning damage, unless you wish to resist, in which case, indicate that in your next comment, roll initiative, and disregard what follows).
As Reginald falls to the ground, the elf steps on his throat, and starts shouting at him in Common: "JUST WHO THE **** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MAGGOT?! WHO THE **** ALLOWED YOU TO TOUCH THE WEAPONS AND GIVE ORDERS TO THE OTHER LOSERS? Gods, I should whip you as well and close you into the brig with the pirates so that they could have their way with you. But your pathetic little whimpering attempt at a speech did, to my surprise, make some sense. I will allow you and the three other clowns, fatty, blondie, and girly, to take revenge on the pirates AFTER they are done with those two. From now on, you don't do anything unless you are told to, don't speak unless spoken to, and gods help me, if you answer with anything other than YES, SIR, I will feed you to the sharks. Now stand at attention until you are told to move, maggot."
If Reginald does as told, after that, he turns to the legionnaires, and signals them to start the "fight." They form a perimeter around them, so the only way you can intervene is if you attack one of the legionnaires. For the fight, a massacre would be a more accurate description. Four pirates, armed with scimitars and daggers, finish the human and the halfling who could barely stand to begin with, and beat them to a pulp. They keep on kicking them on the ground as well, and almost a minute passes when the elf signals the legionnaires to make them stand down. They drag the two bodies out of the circle, and you lose sight of them the elf looks at the four of you: "NOW you are allowed to step into the circle, maggots. Ready yourselves!"
Initiatives!
You are standing on one side of a 30-foot (more or less 9-10 m) diameter circle, surrounded by legionnaires. The four pirates are standing on the other side of the circle, about 25 feet away from you, two feet apart from each other. They are armed with scimitars and daggers.
With a boot to my throat and on the ground I proceed to answer his questions in my head.
JUST WHO THE **** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I am Reginald Maximillian Montero De Marchena.WHO THE **** ALLOWED YOU TO TOUCH THE WEAPONS?Your weapon master as I asked for them.AND GIVE ORDERS TO THE OTHER LOSERS?It was merely a suggestion.
I have no respect for this man, and I hope my eyes show it.
"One day i will kill you" I think to myself before i shuffle back to my feet
I get behind whoever tanks, and ready an action to strike as soon as he tries to strike me or my comrade.
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Initiative : 19
AC : 18, if one would hit me i use my reaction action to cast Shield bumping my AC to 23 till the end of my turn (Can do it once)
I use hexblade curse on the toughest looking pirate, if all equal, i use it on the first one attacking me. +2dmg against the target, my weapon becomes 19-20 Crit, if the target of the curse dies i regain 5 HP
Guys, I have to revise how we do combat here :) So next time first I will ask you to just roll initiatives, tell me where you are positioned on the battlefield, and if you would like to prepare a reaction, like Baleith did. Now I will post what the pirates and Frord do, and you can revise what your characters do, because their actions will most probably change what you do.
While the four recruits get ready to fight, the pirates rush forward and attack them immediately.
The first one has a patch over his right eye, but he still sees that Reginald is still a bit dizzy from the slap that he got from the elf, and he strikes out with his scimitar towards him. Luckily, Reginald was prepared for an attack, and uses his own scimitar to deflect the strike.
The two middle pirates, one of them has a tattoo of a spider on his left cheek, and the other one is wearing a black headband, see Hurthrun as the greatest threat, and strike at him. The pirate with the spider tattoo barely scratches Hurthrun's left arm, dealing 2 damage, but as the dwarf turns towards his first attacker, the pirate with the black headband manages to cut him on his side, dealing 4 damage.
The last pirate, that has no shirt on, approaches Frord, and tries to slice up his stomach, but Frordblock his cut with his greataxe.
Now you can all see that Frord's eyes go blind with rage, he grabs his greataxe with both hands, and attempts to strike at the shirtless pirate.Unfortunately, the pirate expects this, and shifts so that the axe only hits the floorboard.
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Reginald moves around Patchface with a slight grin on his face, trying to come across confident. He dances around him, flailing his scimitars and blocking his blows, waiting for the right opportunity to arise. Holding his turn
"So how did you loose the eye friend?" Persuasion: 12 , 19
"Frord Hrothtagg ye say? Well met lad, me name's Hurthrun cause ah make things hurt n then they run!" laughs the dwarf as he stands up and runs his hand across his face trying to wipe his hangover away. He notices his pouch on the floor and picks it up and puts it away.
"Pleased ta meet you too mister "I like red" and to reacquaint meself wit you too lassy, I have no idea what happened last night so how's about we go up n find out what's goin on?"
" Pleasure is all mine, ser dwarf, I believe we've been drafted into the imperial legion. Some of us willingly, others less so, such as myself."
I fallow the dwarf up deck.
"Well my dear sir Reginald, only a shared love of alcohol could unite an half elf and a dwarf. What a night my friends ! What a night it was ! Shared bottles, broken dreams and hoped future... My memory of that night is still blurry but one thing is for sure : joining the legion, powering through the ranks, gaining strength, this seemed like a great plan Yesterday !
But i didnt even present myself, and my dwarf friend might not even remember it ! My name is Baleith, i follow the path of my lord and power is his Word."
"Hahaha Hurthrun, that's a good name. Hurting is what we will do. Let's go upstairs." Frord heads up the stairs.
When you step out on the deck you immediately smell the salty sea. It is a bright and sunny day, there are almost no waves and no wind - still the ship is going full sail ahead. "I ain't never seen this much water before. How far do you reckon we're from the land?" Frord is visibly uncomfortable from being at sea for the first time.
The ship is a middle-sized military vessel, with two masts and sails decorated with various regalia, including the flaming sword of Tempus, the Imperial god of war. There are no oars. At the back of the ship you see three clerics of Tempus who seem to be doing something. The majority of the new recruits are already on deck, wandering about. You see about thirty armed legionaries on the ship, about twenty sailors, and maybe forty or fifty recruits. You see the quartermaster talking to an elf who seems to be about half his size.
You believe you still have a few minutes until the half hour is over, what do you do?
" Well met Frord of house Hrothtagg, I believe we havent been properly introduced " I introduce myself and inquire about his past as a slave, and his story. He needs to make a will/insight check at about the one minute mark of our conversation (Diplomat feat: he will need to make a will check / Insight cbeck. DC = 13 ) (if he fails = acts as if charmed, ends if I move further than 60ft from him, for more than one minute) (Also insight check on the things he is saying = 21 , 7)
"I also wish to do a perception check around the deck, especially on the elf, the quartermaster is speaking to. Weather he or anyone else s carrying a whip" perception : 19 17
"Well met Reginald." Frord replies absent-mindedly as he walks off in the middle of the conversation to the side of the ship and stares at the sea in disbelief. You get the impression that he is not trying to be rude, he is just really impressed by the sea. He doesn't seem to be a man of words anyway.
As you look at the elf you realize that he indeed does have a whip on his hip. Suddenly you realize that he has caught you staring at him and he stares back with a cold gaze. You remember that there were elven kingdoms where they considered other races so inferior that they had no qualms about eating them; this is what they must have been like.
Meanwhile Hurthrun has a strange vision. He sees a medal made of bronze in front of him but as he reaches out for it, it is snatched away by a devil dressed in black, yellow and red
Hurthrun comes to his senses and looks at his empty drinking horn attached to his belt.
”FOOKIN HELL LASSY WHAT DID WE DRINK LAST NIGHT????”
At about this time, you hear a small bell, apparently half an hour has passed. "All hands on deck!" Cries one of the sailors. Four legionnaires dart down the stairs, and the remaining recruits also come up from the hull of the ship. There is one human who is so drunk that he has to be dragged out by the legionnaires. They just throw him down on the bridge, in front of Servius, the half-orc, the elf (taking glances towards Reginald from time to time), a weathered looking human who seems to be the captain of the ship, another, stern looking human in his thirties in the uniform of the Legion, and another human in the robes of a priest of Tempus. All recruits gather in front of the bridge, and the legionnaire steps ahead:
"Long live the Emperor! Rookies, welcome to the Seventh Mounted Legion, the Septima Equites. You should feel honored to have the opportunity to serve your Emperor and the Empire in this unit, provided you survive training. But before your training starts, we have an official duty to perform. Line up in a single file, and inspect the Book of Tempus, confirm where you signed your sacred Blood Oath."
The priest steps ahead, puts a huge tome on a stand, and opens it. The recruits start lining up to see what's in there.
*waits patiently
One of the legionnaires steps up to Reginald: "Don't just stand here waiting! Didn't you hear the tribune? Move up to the book!"
The recruits step up to the priest and confirm that those are indeed their names in the book. As you all look at the book, you all see your names, or at least some version of them, writen in the large tome in what seems to be dried blood, next to yesterday's date, the fourth day of the first month of the summer gods. The halfling that you saw earlier speaks up: "My name is not there in the book! I demand to be let go immediately!" "First of all, you address me as tribune, maggot. What is your name?" asks the tribune "Perpos Barwrick ... tribune." "That name is right there, Barwrick." Suddenly the face of the halfling goes pale: "But... but... that is still not valid, my real name is Tener Wilwrick!" Those of you who stand closer see that the letters in the book that used to spell out Perpos Barwrick light up and start swirling on the paper, until they are reorganized as Tener Wilwrick. The priest speaks in a voice that all of you hear as if he was talking right beside you: "There is no way to cheat he Blood Oath, my son." The tribune signals to the elf, who smiles and takes the halfling away.
After everyone have inspected their names, the tribue starts again: "Recruits, my name is Sextus Cordius Quirinalis, I am the tribune of the Seventh Cavalry. I will be your commanding officer here, and your training will be conducted by Sextus Avidius Galaeron here." The elf steps forward. "He will continue from here. Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor, maggots. I will be your drill instructor. First order of the day, we need to punish some people." They bring out the halfling and the human that could not wake up, and tie them to the mast. "Not reporting for duty and lying to an officer. Ten lashes each, for now." He takes out a heavy whip, and starts hitting the backs of the human and the halfling. He has done this many times before, he knows how to cause maximum pain. When he is ready, the two are barely able to stand when they are untied.
"And for now, the training. This is not exactly standard procedure, but because of the situation the Legion is in, we need to speed things up a little bit. I know that some of you already know how to fight, and there is no need to waste time with teaching you that. Luckily, we have captured a few pirates on the way. Here is the deal: you get to fight them with blunt weapons, and if you defeat them, you can skip part of the training. Try not to kill them." He points to a group of four or five individuals, who are locked in a cage. " I already know who volunteers first - the two of you!" He points to the two that have just been punished, and can barely stand. They give them and the pirates some weapons, and te recruits start forming a small circle in the middle of the deck.
Do you do anything? Where are you on the deck right now?
Also, in front of the book, Baleith has a short vision of a blue rooster flying on top of a huge golden trophy, that consists of a globe, held by four female figures! :)
I Look at the dwarf and elf, and give them a nod. I go towards the armorsmith, and choose 2x finese type practice scimitars/shortswords. I go towards the center of the circle that is forming around the specticle, and shout out. "Now that we're brothers, surely we aren't about to send two of our own to their deaths, both wounded, one vertically challenged and the other disoriented from drink? " 28 , 17 Persuasion.
The dwarf looks at the human standing in the middle, listens to what he has to say and strolls to the armorsmith to grab himself a blunted shortsword. "Lad if yer wanna be not sending them to their deaths, least I can do is help ye make it a fair fight, yer man here can barely stand and t'other one..... Bloody hell" He then turns to look at the elf. "Girly are yer comin'?"
"Sir dwarf, despite out night of excess, would please refrain from describing me as a membre of the beautiful sex."
While talking to the dwarf, the tall half elf walks slowly toward the armorsmith to grab himself a blunted battleaxe and a Shield.
"But worry not my brave comrades, you ll be safe while i am here ! Let's rush through the easy part so we can get some propre training"
*Wispers* Time to concuss those rats
With backup being imminent. I move towards the wounded, and gesture to the crowd to engulf them as I shove them both out of danger. But not before whispering into the half-lings ear " I recon I'm your only friend in this world "
I hold my turn until PC's arrive and evaluate the 4x components, their appearance, our surroundings and anything that might be of interest. Perception: 13 , 3
Initiative: 4
Frord also steps out with you, and grabs a greatsword. The elven instructor smirks as you attempt to move towards the weapon rack to pick your weapons. He walks up to you as you are choosing weapons, and without any previous warning, he *****-slaps Reginald across the face with his iron gauntlet (you take 2 bludgeoning damage, unless you wish to resist, in which case, indicate that in your next comment, roll initiative, and disregard what follows).
As Reginald falls to the ground, the elf steps on his throat, and starts shouting at him in Common: "JUST WHO THE **** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MAGGOT?! WHO THE **** ALLOWED YOU TO TOUCH THE WEAPONS AND GIVE ORDERS TO THE OTHER LOSERS? Gods, I should whip you as well and close you into the brig with the pirates so that they could have their way with you. But your pathetic little whimpering attempt at a speech did, to my surprise, make some sense. I will allow you and the three other clowns, fatty, blondie, and girly, to take revenge on the pirates AFTER they are done with those two. From now on, you don't do anything unless you are told to, don't speak unless spoken to, and gods help me, if you answer with anything other than YES, SIR, I will feed you to the sharks. Now stand at attention until you are told to move, maggot."
If Reginald does as told, after that, he turns to the legionnaires, and signals them to start the "fight." They form a perimeter around them, so the only way you can intervene is if you attack one of the legionnaires. For the fight, a massacre would be a more accurate description. Four pirates, armed with scimitars and daggers, finish the human and the halfling who could barely stand to begin with, and beat them to a pulp. They keep on kicking them on the ground as well, and almost a minute passes when the elf signals the legionnaires to make them stand down. They drag the two bodies out of the circle, and you lose sight of them the elf looks at the four of you: "NOW you are allowed to step into the circle, maggots. Ready yourselves!"
Initiatives!
You are standing on one side of a 30-foot (more or less 9-10 m) diameter circle, surrounded by legionnaires. The four pirates are standing on the other side of the circle, about 25 feet away from you, two feet apart from each other. They are armed with scimitars and daggers.
With a boot to my throat and on the ground I proceed to answer his questions in my head.
JUST WHO THE **** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I am Reginald Maximillian Montero De Marchena. WHO THE **** ALLOWED YOU TO TOUCH THE WEAPONS? Your weapon master as I asked for them. AND GIVE ORDERS TO THE OTHER LOSERS? It was merely a suggestion.
I have no respect for this man, and I hope my eyes show it.
"One day i will kill you" I think to myself before i shuffle back to my feet
I get behind whoever tanks, and ready an action to strike as soon as he tries to strike me or my comrade.
- Initiative: 10
- Attack : Main hand: 15 DMG: 9 + sneak attack 4
- Attack : Off hand : 10 DMG : 6
Initiative : 19
AC : 18, if one would hit me i use my reaction action to cast Shield bumping my AC to 23 till the end of my turn (Can do it once)
I use hexblade curse on the toughest looking pirate, if all equal, i use it on the first one attacking me. +2dmg against the target, my weapon becomes 19-20 Crit, if the target of the curse dies i regain 5 HP
Attack : +6 to hit, 1d8+4 dmg (+2 if cursed)
Attack : 11
Damage : 7
I pull out my shortsword and move to flank and strike the first pirate the elf is attacking. "BY THOR'S LEFT TESTICLE!!!!!"
Initiative: 13
AC: 16
Bonus action: I do crimson rite taking 1 damage to max hp but adding 1d4 magical fire damage.
Attack: 11 Damage: 8 + 3
Current HP 15 MAX HP 15
Guys, I have to revise how we do combat here :) So next time first I will ask you to just roll initiatives, tell me where you are positioned on the battlefield, and if you would like to prepare a reaction, like Baleith did. Now I will post what the pirates and Frord do, and you can revise what your characters do, because their actions will most probably change what you do.
Initiative order: Pirates - Frord - Huthrun - Reginald - Baleith
While the four recruits get ready to fight, the pirates rush forward and attack them immediately.
The first one has a patch over his right eye, but he still sees that Reginald is still a bit dizzy from the slap that he got from the elf, and he strikes out with his scimitar towards him. Luckily, Reginald was prepared for an attack, and uses his own scimitar to deflect the strike.
The two middle pirates, one of them has a tattoo of a spider on his left cheek, and the other one is wearing a black headband, see Hurthrun as the greatest threat, and strike at him. The pirate with the spider tattoo barely scratches Hurthrun's left arm, dealing 2 damage, but as the dwarf turns towards his first attacker, the pirate with the black headband manages to cut him on his side, dealing 4 damage.
The last pirate, that has no shirt on, approaches Frord, and tries to slice up his stomach, but Frord block his cut with his greataxe.
Now you can all see that Frord's eyes go blind with rage, he grabs his greataxe with both hands, and attempts to strike at the shirtless pirate. Unfortunately, the pirate expects this, and shifts so that the axe only hits the floorboard.
Now announce your actions!
Reginald moves around Patchface with a slight grin on his face, trying to come across confident. He dances around him, flailing his scimitars and blocking his blows, waiting for the right opportunity to arise. Holding his turn
"So how did you loose the eye friend?" Persuasion: 12 , 19