[Richard 1/3hp]
[Edgard 3/3]
[Theor 3/3]
[5-1] vs.[3]
You catch up to Richard in the streets of Windheath. Your horses galloping, sparks flying everywhere in sight as their iron shod hooves pound the streets. A few archers blink at the sudden chase, before drawing their bows as ordered.
[1] vs. [6]
Arrows pepper [1d2= Ardas] Edgard’s back and arm, sharp welts of pain as their pointed heads rip through soft places in his armor. Their shots fired, the archers rip off their cloaks and throw them into the streets, disgusted.
[-1 hp to Edgard.]
[3] vs. [3]
Theor hacks at Richard’s head with a thick axe pulled from the saddle bag, the Prince, nay the King, dodging the blow by simply ducking the blow with a none-too-refined grunt of pain. Another swing, and another duck.
[5] vs. [1]
Richard spurs his horse, the beast panting as it speeds towards the gate. Citizens flee and scream as their King and two of his lords barrel through them, the king dodging blows and avoiding obstacles. The gate slowly raises as the King’s horse hit’s the edge.
[5+
1][Richard]
[2] Theor
[6] Edgard
A rush of wind blows past Richard’s ears as the horse under him jumps from the edge of the gate to the bridge. It stays airborne for a long, few tenous moments, before it’s hooves impact the wood planks. It seems to hesitate as Edgard’s horse follows, almost stumbling and throwing it’s master, before it’s rights itself.
Theor is more unlucky, his horse gets to the edge of the drawbridge, before rearing up at the jump, the man falling from his saddle and landing with a harsh crack on the cobblestoned streets. His horse slides down beside him, hooves scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood.
As the portcullis falls, Theor rolls out of the way of the riveted iron.
[2] vs. [2]
Both horses are winded by the sudden jump, decreasing from a gallop to something only a little better than a trot. Despite the fact their masters are spurring them on, still trying to either flee or pursue.
[1] vs. [4]
Edgard lunges at Richard with a blade, trying to impale the unlucky king, only to miss. Richard takes advantage of this sudden loss of guard to lash out with his own blade, scoring a hard graze across Edgard’s chest.
[3] vs. [2]
Edgard growls as his blood streams out from the wound on his chest. There’s a long moment of silence, the horses hooves the only thing that break it, before he lunges out once more, this time the blade biting flesh, ripping through the center of Richard’s chest. The King’s eyes widen, his grip on the reins falling as Edgard avoids a sudden pedestrian.
The horse ceases it’s gallop to a trot as it’s owner falls from the saddle, impacting the hard cobblestone road. The sword stays where it is as Richard rolls on his back, driving the blade deeper into his chest. Blood begins to drip from the corner of his mouth, and the young man finds it hard to breathe.
Richard has time for last words to the wounded Regent or just a declaration. A few citizens are around to hear.
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Topic: You are King III: Spring 938 AAL (Read 133171 times)