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The Hollows: Learn To Fight

Orathy Culler isn't known for teaching a lot of his secrets to those outside Culler, but it may be because of the fist fights he saw during the People's Tournament that he's offering this one evening to come on down and learn how to fight properly. This generous uppity rabble thug is only charging a minimal fee of 10 silver, to be donated to the letter 'cause' ...

OOC: Some people didn't have a firm understanding of the fight code, so this is generally a session to play around with it and get some pointers. To be clear, I'm not "teaching" skills, rather teaching the combat system.

Date

May 1, 2019, 8:30 p.m.

Hosted By

Orathy

Participants

Rowenova Delilah

Organizations

Location

Arx - Lower Boroughs - The Hollow - Arena and Bar

Largesse Level

Small

Comments and Log


Orathy's in the arena, leaning back on the railing with his elbow propped up on the railing, a whiskey bottle in his hand. He's casually looking to see if there are any takers to whatever sort of lesson he was going to deliver today. Fighting, evidently. The grizzled old feller of the Culler family takes a swig of whiskey, attention drifting between faces. His own crew is mingling around the Hollow as well, apparently prepared to help him teach a lesson to anyone who wants to get a little spar in.

Orathy has joined the The Shallow Arena Floor.

The wolf-framed scout and the soulful hound show up, jogging up and then vaulting over the arena edge in the former's case whilst the latter one is content enough to simply sit outside. Nova lands properly with bent knees before hopping up and then striding forth to meet up with Orathy, 10 silver offered out in a small satchet of twined burlap. "Greetings." says she

"Reckon yer the only one that have the guts to be comin 'n learnin from a Culler, eh?" Orathy replies as his hand reaches out and he snatches up the little burlap pouch, tossing it over to a younger man named Turtle who promptly catches it and squirrels it away. He sniffs as he looks at Rowenova, "Ya ain't need much learnings from me but aye, reckon I can be showin ya a thing or two." He takes another sip of whiskey, "What ya fightin with mostly? Yer good with yer fists, reckon that."

Turtle have been dismissed.

3 Culler Hoodlums have been dismissed.

2 Culler Brutes have been dismissed.

Sir Floppington, the soulful hound have been dismissed.

Rowenova smiles faintly then shrugs up one shoulder a little ways, "Well, I bet you can still teach me a few things. I am only good with hand to hand and then bow work, too. No weapons in close quarters. Eventually, but I am still trying to perfect my brawling abilities."

Rowenova says, "My only request when we spar is not to wreck my nose or teeth, or break too many bones, since I must be capable of working after this. Otherwise, I have someone at home who can fix the rest of me. I know that might not happen in a real fight, but aye."

Orathy hands over the bottle of whiskey to one of the Culler brutes as he takes a step into the arena, adjusting some of his attire as he considers the woman across from him. "I do be knowin ya got some skill in the brawlin, strength 'n some natural sense bout when to dodge a fist." He gestures with a hand, "I ain't good with the bow 'n that ain't somethin we be going over, well, reckon we can iffin ya really want but I ain't wantin to get one in the arse." He scratches the side of his face before he proceeds, "Aye aye. I ain't gunna wreck that pretty face of yers." He shrugs his shoulders, "No weapons then, aye."

Twitchy arrives, following Draven.

Outside the fighting ring is Sir Floppers. In the arena is Nova and Orathy, the first of whom spake something about not breaking too much of her face and then too many of her bones before she jokingly noted that there was someone who could fix the rest of her. Who would that be, we wonder?! Of course we know. Orathy just spake about not wanting to get arrowed in the arse. "No weapons, aye." says the wolf scout, "And thank you for not wanting to wreck my face." Wolfishly grinning, she turns her rings around so they won't stab anyone with the nonpointy sides facing outwards.

Rowenova gets Diamondplate Gauntlets from Messenger Bag.

Rowenova gets Diamondplate Stomping from Messenger Bag.

Rowenova puts Diamondplate Gauntlets in Messenger Bag.

Rowenova puts Diamondplate Stomping in Messenger Bag.

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

1 Inquisition Confessors, Scribble, a Delicate Social Butterfly, Pearl, a Maelstrom Forest Cat arrive, following Delilah.

Orathy starts off the fight by quickly trying to flank around Rowenova, but Rowenova sees it and escapes a quick punch that was meant for the ribs. She's responsive enough that her counter act blow grazes off his shoulder, before he bounces back. He's spent some time going over forms with her and how to read the nature of someone's attack, they're actually starting to fight now. It's a bit slow, as Orathy's offering pointers along the way.

Pearl, a Maelstrom Forest Cat have been dismissed.

1 Inquisition Confessors have been dismissed.

Scribble, a Delicate Social Butterfly have been dismissed.

Delilah takes a single iridescite hair comb carved into the shape of a delicate pink camellia from Twilight messenger bag awash in stars.

At some point during the training when Delilah entered the ring, Orathy got his hands on a whiskey bottle. He was promptly trying to dodge them and fight them both off, while keeping his booze from spilling. He's also telling them pointers along the way, in a mocking sort of way - especially when they crashed into one another, "Yer gunna win the fight fer me if ya keep doing it like that."

Nova lets out a hearty laugh, very Northern of her, indeed. She does not aim for the precious booze... also very Northern, too.

Delilah isn't easily recognizable as a Lilah. Mistake her for Tabitha, perhaps. Especially given the once-common, now absolutely not commoner wears dark leather and an even darker, plainer coat. That telltale copper hair might even look a bit more brown because soot is fun! Really. But hey, they might not even notice her around here, or perhaps they do. She steps into the ring eventually or not, and mostly hides alongside Rowenova, because the scout makes an excellent foil. And her fighting style constitutes brutal, opportunistic, precise and largely focused on whatever counts as an opening to exploit.

Orathy takes another swig of his whiskey before he attempts to flank that mistaken Tabitha character. She's deft enough to see him coming and in turn is forced to face her, as a frontal assault. He doesn't thankfully use the whiskey bottle hand to hit at her, swinging with his right fist to catch her in a light graze. "Aye, good. Ya saw me comin that time!" No doubt that makes him second glance over toward Rowenova...

Nova happily provides her wolf-framed form as a meat shield for Delilah when she possibly can, but she seems to have been given the slip by Orathy.

Bad not-quite-Tabby! Wait, still noble. Delilah doesn't squeak when it comes to being struck, but she has no issue with the whiskey bottle threatening to smack her. In return, she threatens to grin at him; that defines her from her quieter cousin. "You didn't pop out of a barrel," she agrees, grinning at Orathy and trying to give Rowenova room to move.

Scribble, a Delicate Social Butterfly have been dismissed.

Pearl, a Maelstrom Forest Cat have been dismissed.

1 Inquisition Confessors have been dismissed.

The lesson continues on. It doesn't seem like anyone is taking any significant harm to their persons. What is happening though is there are certain instances where they are hitting eachother, landing "points" if this were a boxing match or some sport that depends on number of hits rather than beating their opponent to a pulp. Orathy's bottle gets hit and it swings in his hand, he grumbles a little as he has to juggle it and the two women acting together to attack him. "Aye, I didn't, but I can be movin like a damn wolf when I be needin to," he proclaims with an equally roguish but wolfishly rough smirk and another swig of liquor.

Rowenova wields

steel reinforced recurve hunting bow.

Orathy wields Wrath, the patient rubicund blade boasting a brilliant midnight blue duskstone.

Twitchy leaves, following Draven.

Orathy has left the The Shallow Arena Floor.

Orathy trips out of now where, staggers, drops his bottle... and seems to be slow in getting up.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 50 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 62 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 26, rolling 60 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 40, rolling 44 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 78, rolling 27 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 93, rolling 16 lower.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 54, rolling 28 higher.

Rowenova remains alive, but close to death.

Rowenova is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

As the lesson continues and weapons get involved... with Rowenova shooting arrows at him and more than once catching him, it becomes a little more intense. He eventually takes her down with a backhanded whack of his hilt from the red bladed sword called 'Wrath' and ensures she's got a good lesson for the night.



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