Yselm steps forward. She grips her spear and her shield. There are murmurs from the crowd, some approving, some concerned.
"I'll keep the beast from your back, you do the rest," Yselm whispered.
"So, I should have guessed the traitor to our tribe would make one last grab for power!" roared the Queen. "In the name of Auril the Icedawn, the Frostmaiden, Our Lady of Loss and Sorrow, I will end this challenge and show everyone, including Prophecy itself, that I am destined to be Queen of all the tribes! Not just of the Tiger Tribe!"
Bjornhild Solvigsdottir raised her blue-bladed longsword to the sky and gave a war cry. Some of those in the crowd did the same, but obviously not as many as Bjornhild thought, and she looked around at them and scowled. Ameera knew this was too much change, too quickly, for the conservative Reghed folk. Their lives were no better, in fact much worse, with the coming of Auril's Rime.
"What will you be Queen of, Bjornhild? Desolate waste? An empty land of dead people encased in ice?" growled back Yselm. "We stand for Tempos, our Battlefather, who has watched over us and made us strong since the dawn of time. Auril brings nothing but misery and death! You heard Ameera! You have shifted us away from our traditions and our god! It is time for it to END!" Yselm bashed her spear upon her shield as emphasis.
There was a resounding spontaneous cheer which quickly died down as if they suddenly realised the ramifications of what they had done should Queen Bjornhild prevail.
"Let us end this now," said the Queen. The great sabre-tooth tiger Grava stepped alongside her and gave a fearsome roar. The battle for the future of the Tribe of the Tiger has begun!
Rage Effect: Until your rage ends, you are surrounded by multicolored, protective lights; you gain a +1 bonus to AC, and while within 10 feet of you, your allies gain the same bonus.
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Yselm's javelin strikes the beast in the shoulder, spilling blood onto the snow. The javelin sticks in Grava's shoulder, delaying its attack.
Ameera roars out her challenge and readies her axe and runs towards Bjornhild, swinging her axe as she leaps, trailing multicoloured lights. The Queen puts up her shield but the massive blow jars her shoulder and arm and she is slow to block the next blow which rakes across her shoulder and nicks her face. She has now another scar to add to her collection.
In response Bjornhild makes two quick stabs with her longsword, although the lights put her off only a little.
Bjornhild attack 1: Attack: 23 Damage: 6
Bjornhild attack 2: Attack: 27 Damage: 15
If she hits, with each strike her blue longsword flashes with blue and white and does an extra 8 cold damage.
Grava grabs the javelin with its jaws and crushes it, and it pops out of its shoulder. It launches itself at Yselm who now has her spear out.
Yselm kicks Grava away and stands up. She takes a couple of tentative bats of Grava's great paws on her shield, then lunges with her spear, spinning around and stabbing again, before spinning the other way, wrong footing the cat and stabbing a third time.
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Ameera smashes down with her axe, it's all Bjornhild can do to block the blow, and again her arm is jarred, perhaps may have broken. She goes white but rallies and shows why she is the Queen. She takes another blow from Ameera, staggering her but she looks up, her eyes blazing.
"Why didn't you DIE!" she yells, as she launches a series of strikes.
Attack: 27 Damage: 8
Attack: 15 Damage: 11
If any one of those hits, that one strike does 8 cold damage. If she hits twice, only one of those strikes does the cold damage.
The sabre-tooth is wiley though, used to fighting humans, and only one of Yselm's strikes hits home. It is badly wounded, however.
The crowd are astounded. They have never seen Bjornhild so battered, nor Grava hurt so badly. No one has taken more than three hits of her sword empowered with Auril's cold energy. This is unprecedented. And while Ameera and Yselm are both wounded, they move around as strong and agile as at the start of the fight. Slowly some start to cheer on Ameera and Yselm. Some try to make them shut up and some scuffles break out, but they are quickly quashed by those telling them to respect the occasion.
Ameera screams, and it's like the elements themselves agree with her, the wind whips up, blowing snow. Bjornhild blocks the first axe blow but doesn't move quickly enough as the greataxe swings around, biting into the Queen's side. There is a snapping of rips as the axe crushes them and then there is blood, bright red on the snow. Almost in slow motion Queen Bjornhild Solvigsdottir slumps to the ground, lying and breathing her last. There is a great shout as Rolf Sigurdsson, the tribe's Great Warrior, who they had met seemily ages ago near Dougan's Hole comes rushing out to kneel at the Queen's side, taking her cooling hand in his own.
Grava growls and turns to run, the crowd parting to let it. Yselm hefts her spear and makes as if to throw it after the beast, but decides until she knows the mood of the crowd she will hang onto it. The great cat disappears from sight.
Chief Frode Bengtsson steps into the battle ring. Those that were hoping for Ameera's victory cheer loud and long. Those that actively supported Bjornhild look dejected and worried. Some even slink away, worried about retribution. Rolf Sigurdsson stands up and throws his necklace of teeth to the ground, indicating he is abdicating the title of the tribe's Great Warrior. He stalks off to arrange the funeral of Bjornhild.
"Tempos has spoken. Prophecy has been fulfilled. Ameera Giantstrike has defeated Bjornhild Solvigsdottir in holy battle. There is no doubt, there is nothing that any can say to change this. In the Battlefather's name, I ask you, Ameera. Will you be our Queen? Will you stay and guide us on our path to righteous living? To lead us in slaying our foes, husbanding the reindeer, and bringing back the old ways to our tribe?"
The tribal chiefs, great warriors, and shaman all wait for Ameera's response.
Ameera scoffed at her mother. "I've defeated giants and dragons - old bones and birds were not a challenge for me."
"But I did it, because it is the tradition of our tribe. I've honored that tradition and have earnt the right to single combat."
"Now you wish to change that?! Still it doesn't surprise me, given how you've already subjugated our tribe and its traditions to Auril"
Ameera gripped her axe, as fury swelled deep within her.
"Your pet will not save you mother....nor will the Frostmaiden"
"Yselm, to me!"
Yselm steps forward. She grips her spear and her shield. There are murmurs from the crowd, some approving, some concerned.
"I'll keep the beast from your back, you do the rest," Yselm whispered.
"So, I should have guessed the traitor to our tribe would make one last grab for power!" roared the Queen. "In the name of Auril the Icedawn, the Frostmaiden, Our Lady of Loss and Sorrow, I will end this challenge and show everyone, including Prophecy itself, that I am destined to be Queen of all the tribes! Not just of the Tiger Tribe!"
Bjornhild Solvigsdottir raised her blue-bladed longsword to the sky and gave a war cry. Some of those in the crowd did the same, but obviously not as many as Bjornhild thought, and she looked around at them and scowled. Ameera knew this was too much change, too quickly, for the conservative Reghed folk. Their lives were no better, in fact much worse, with the coming of Auril's Rime.
"What will you be Queen of, Bjornhild? Desolate waste? An empty land of dead people encased in ice?" growled back Yselm. "We stand for Tempos, our Battlefather, who has watched over us and made us strong since the dawn of time. Auril brings nothing but misery and death! You heard Ameera! You have shifted us away from our traditions and our god! It is time for it to END!" Yselm bashed her spear upon her shield as emphasis.
There was a resounding spontaneous cheer which quickly died down as if they suddenly realised the ramifications of what they had done should Queen Bjornhild prevail.
"Let us end this now," said the Queen. The great sabre-tooth tiger Grava stepped alongside her and gave a fearsome roar. The battle for the future of the Tribe of the Tiger has begun!
Queen Bjornhild Initiative: 11
Grava the Sabre-Tooth Tiger initiative: 7
Ameera Initiative: 18
Yselm Bloodfang initiative 21
Initiative order:
Yselm 19
Ameera 18
Queen Bjornhild 11
Grava 7
Aaaanddd... go! :)
Oh wait, Yselm.
Yselm grabs a javelin from the sheath on her back and throws it at Grava
Attack: 20 Damage: 8
Bonus action: Rage 7
Reckless Attack: Attack w/ adv but also grant adv to enemies
Attack: 21 Damage: 21
Attack: 16 Damage: 18
Rage Effect: Until your rage ends, you are
surrounded by multicolored,
protective lights; you gain a +1 bonus
to AC, and while within 10 feet of
you, your allies gain the same bonus.
Yselm's javelin strikes the beast in the shoulder, spilling blood onto the snow. The javelin sticks in Grava's shoulder, delaying its attack.
Ameera roars out her challenge and readies her axe and runs towards Bjornhild, swinging her axe as she leaps, trailing multicoloured lights. The Queen puts up her shield but the massive blow jars her shoulder and arm and she is slow to block the next blow which rakes across her shoulder and nicks her face. She has now another scar to add to her collection.
In response Bjornhild makes two quick stabs with her longsword, although the lights put her off only a little.
Bjornhild attack 1: Attack: 23 Damage: 6
Bjornhild attack 2: Attack: 27 Damage: 15
If she hits, with each strike her blue longsword flashes with blue and white and does an extra 8 cold damage.
Grava grabs the javelin with its jaws and crushes it, and it pops out of its shoulder. It launches itself at Yselm who now has her spear out.
Grava's claw/pounce attack: Attack: 11 Damage: 10
Grava's strength and weight threaten to topple Yselm to the ground.
Yselm's Strength Save: 8
Yselm is prone on the ground, unable to hold back the raging sabre-tooth, which attempts to bite her with its great fangs.
Grava's bite attack with advantage: Attack: 13 Damage: 12
Yselm kicks Grava away and stands up. She takes a couple of tentative bats of Grava's great paws on her shield, then lunges with her spear, spinning around and stabbing again, before spinning the other way, wrong footing the cat and stabbing a third time.
Attack 1: 10 Damage: 9
Attack 2: 17 Damage: 11
Attack 3: 26 Damage: 13
Ameera Attack 1: 21 Damage: 25
Ameera Attack 2: 17 Damage: 23
Ameera smashes down with her axe, it's all Bjornhild can do to block the blow, and again her arm is jarred, perhaps may have broken. She goes white but rallies and shows why she is the Queen. She takes another blow from Ameera, staggering her but she looks up, her eyes blazing.
"Why didn't you DIE!" she yells, as she launches a series of strikes.
Attack: 27 Damage: 8
Attack: 15 Damage: 11
If any one of those hits, that one strike does 8 cold damage. If she hits twice, only one of those strikes does the cold damage.
Grava is more wary of Yselm now, it stalks her before launching at her, paws outstretched and mouth wide, showing her great fangs.
Claw Attack: 18 Damage: 11
Bite Attack: Attack: 11 Damage: 13
Yselm counters immediately as if this is what she is waiting for:
Attack: 16 Damage: 12
Attack: 8 Damage: 16
Attack: 10 Damage: 11
The sabre-tooth is wiley though, used to fighting humans, and only one of Yselm's strikes hits home. It is badly wounded, however.
The crowd are astounded. They have never seen Bjornhild so battered, nor Grava hurt so badly. No one has taken more than three hits of her sword empowered with Auril's cold energy. This is unprecedented. And while Ameera and Yselm are both wounded, they move around as strong and agile as at the start of the fight. Slowly some start to cheer on Ameera and Yselm. Some try to make them shut up and some scuffles break out, but they are quickly quashed by those telling them to respect the occasion.
Ameera Attack 1: 19 Damage: 20
Ameera Attack 2: 15 Damage: 26
Ameera screams, and it's like the elements themselves agree with her, the wind whips up, blowing snow. Bjornhild blocks the first axe blow but doesn't move quickly enough as the greataxe swings around, biting into the Queen's side. There is a snapping of rips as the axe crushes them and then there is blood, bright red on the snow. Almost in slow motion Queen Bjornhild Solvigsdottir slumps to the ground, lying and breathing her last. There is a great shout as Rolf Sigurdsson, the tribe's Great Warrior, who they had met seemily ages ago near Dougan's Hole comes rushing out to kneel at the Queen's side, taking her cooling hand in his own.
Grava growls and turns to run, the crowd parting to let it. Yselm hefts her spear and makes as if to throw it after the beast, but decides until she knows the mood of the crowd she will hang onto it. The great cat disappears from sight.
Chief Frode Bengtsson steps into the battle ring. Those that were hoping for Ameera's victory cheer loud and long. Those that actively supported Bjornhild look dejected and worried. Some even slink away, worried about retribution. Rolf Sigurdsson stands up and throws his necklace of teeth to the ground, indicating he is abdicating the title of the tribe's Great Warrior. He stalks off to arrange the funeral of Bjornhild.
"Tempos has spoken. Prophecy has been fulfilled. Ameera Giantstrike has defeated Bjornhild Solvigsdottir in holy battle. There is no doubt, there is nothing that any can say to change this. In the Battlefather's name, I ask you, Ameera. Will you be our Queen? Will you stay and guide us on our path to righteous living? To lead us in slaying our foes, husbanding the reindeer, and bringing back the old ways to our tribe?"
The tribal chiefs, great warriors, and shaman all wait for Ameera's response.