SDMB RPG: The Rule of Three - Game Thread

“It is a dangerous thing, to tease a Lord with his missing wife. If you will not tell me, I won’t wait until morning.” Ironhall extends a thin arm, gesturing vaguely to his left.

“Sir Harrow.”

“Yes, m’lord.” A tall, handsome blond armored in chain and leather steps forward.

“Wake our recent arrivals and bring them to me.”

“As you say, m’lord.” Harrow turns on the spot and gestures to several of the guards who follow him out.

The Baron knocks the plate from his chair with a swift sweep of his arm, sending it and its contents spilling to the tiled floor.

~

At the Pissing Witch the party, including Wilfred and his men, is greeted by heavy pounding on their doors. Sir Harrow is waiting for them in the hall. “Gentlemen, you and your peasants are to be brought before his Lordship.” The group is escorted up to the keep where they are stripped of weapons and then led to Ironhall’s receiving chamber, Sohan standing off to the side of the throne.

Harrow announces “The Baron Lord Ironhall Ricnan Melanaeus.” Given the distance and the lighting the Lord’s blindness is likely not yet noticeable to the other members of the party.

“Lord Hammerfall Faramond,” says the Baron to Baldur once he is identified. “And the rest of you, welcome to Ironhall. You will have to forgive my impatience; when I was told you had information about Mildred I could not wait for morning.” He waits for someone to speak up, thumbing the jeweled pommel of the sword in his lap. Wilfred gives the Faramonds an expecting glance, likely assuming that they’ll pass on to Ironhall what was agreed upon with Lady Shedlund.

Cyrus will watch Wilfred and the other representatives of Shedlund closely, and attempt to physically disable them if they make a hostile move, with priority for Wilfred himself.

“Lord Ironhall, we learned the lady Ironhall was kidnapped, and pursued the kidnappers to the edge of the wood. We found a party of peasant soldiers led by a noble representing Little Shedlund who we believed were holding the lady hostage. We killed this group without harming Mildred, but brought her to Shedlund instead of Ironhall, at her request. We met the Baroness Lady Shedlund, and she indicated she intended to war with Ironhall, using Mildred’s abduction as a pretense. I am sorry, Lord, but Mildred herself has indicated she was not kidnapped, but left of her own volition apparently to advance this plot. The Faramond family is prepared to assist Ironhall in whatever way you may find useful, but I urge you not to allow Wilfred to report back to Lady Shedlund.”

:Sohan waves and smiles. Then looks very serious, closes here eyes for a deliberate moment, and tries to indicate ‘be careful’ with her face:

“You treacherous dog!” Wilfred rushes Cyrus, delivering a sledgehammer strike that rebounds off of his armor. Cyrus recoils before spearing Wilfred to the ground and beating at his face, bloodying the nobleman. After a few moments Ironhall gestures to his soldiers and they pull the two brawlers apart and isolate the parties, with the Faramonds and their retinue on one side of the room and Wilfred and his guards on the other. “You’re honorless cowards, the lot of you!” Wilfred’s men attempt to check on his injuries but he shrugs them off in a fury.

To Wilfred - “If you ever see your bitch master again, tell her I’ve got more of the same for her!”

*A loud and boisterous laugh fills the hall. Henry is beside himself with amusement at the recent events. He hasn’t had a laugh like that since his days of gallivanting around with the Arcadians.

Finally composing himself (note for any motivation sensing purposes that Henry is being completely sincere during this entire speech):*

My sincerest apologies, Lord Ironhall. It’s just I haven’t seen a show so ridiculous as the one put on by Sir Delacroix here since the days of my youth. See, the reason we were sent here by Shedlund was to inform you, and I quote her exact words, that “When you see the old man tell him that his wife has been recovered safely and that he can expect her to return to him shortly.”

But it’s lies. She intends to go to war with you. She said that war is indeed inevitable because you allowed her sister to fall so easily into the hands of bandits which she said was quite an insult. And upon those words, Sir Delacroix here smirked, as if in agreement and full knowledge of what was going on.

But what the Lady Shedlund didn’t know was that we had managed to get the truth out of Mildred. She begged us not to return her to you, and I was able to leverage that into finding out why.

See, your marriage was a sham. It was a plot hatched by the sisters to get an item of yours that apparently is very powerful. Mildred had searched high and low through your castle and lands for it, and couldn’t find it. Upon her failure, her sister hired some peasants led by a minor noble to use the guise of kidnapping to extract her from your lands and launch a war on you for it. Had my party and I known the depths of this situation, we would have returned Mildred to you rather than her sister. By doing the latter, we may have brought war on your lands, and for that I apologize. On the other hand, had we not done so, you might never have known the depths of Shedlund’s treachery against you.

And you, Delacroix. You accuse us of having no honor!? Amusing. You knew fully well your Lady intended to go to war against Ironhall, yet you come here with us to tell him that everything is fine. How is that honorable? To approach one’s enemy under the guise of peace only to stab him in the back later. It’s obvious you were sent here to both report back on us and to observe the weaknesses of Ironhall’s lands so your lady could best exploit them. What did you really expect we were going to do? Your lady offered us nothing, while all the while dealing dirty with Ironhall, a man who as far as we know was honest with her the whole time, and has a reputation for being fair.

I’ve done some things in my life that many would have considered horrible, and honestly, I can say I don’t regret any of them, because one thing I always did was bargain fair with those who bargained fair themselves. I may not be what many would consider noble, but I never stabbed anyone in the back, in all meanings of that phrase, that didn’t have it coming. I met Mildred and found her to be a stuck-up, overprivileged, self-serving, waste of air. (No offense intended to yourself, Lord Ironhall, I know she is or was your wife, but I’m just giving my opinion of her.) She had no clue how the world worked. I figured her sister might be more reasonable, but found she was really no different, other than much more cunning and worldly-wise. I spent much of my wayward youth amongst people who might knife you just for looking at them funny. But I didn’t really care? And do you know why? Because they never made any pretense otherwise. They never made secret their intentions. You always knew where you stood with them. They always played it straight, something I see little of amongst us nobles. It was a refreshing change from what I saw my father go through and the mantle my oldest brother was going to have to carry on.

So don’t stand there in judgment of me or my party and speak of honor. You came here under the guise of peace as an act of war against Ironhall. Sure, I might be a treacherous dog toward Shedlund, but what does that make her and you, then?

Baldur makes an awkward face at this remark, but restrains himself from his first impulse.

During the scuffle, Týr scampers out of Baldur’s pocket onto his shoulder, takes note of what’s going on, and does a few squirrel-punches before Baldur convinces him to go back into hiding.

After Henry’s speech he remarks to Lord Ironhall: “It’s true. All of it.”

:Sohan looks up to Lord Ironhall:

“What Lord Henry tells you is what I resisted telling you before. He speaks the truth, I swear it. Please believe him.”

*Delacroix is thrown into a frenzy by Henry’s speech, throughout which the Lord Ironhall has sat in silence without interruption. Wilfred struggles to get to Henry but is held back by Ironhall’s guards. His screams of insulted honor reverberate through the large and dimly-lit chamber.

Finally the Lord Ironhall speaks.* “Sir Wilfred Delacroix, if you feel wronged by these men there are remedies available to you[sup]1[/sup].” At that everything goes silent and all eyes are on Ironhall. Wilfred’s face goes pale and he looks back and forth between Ironhall and the Faramonds. “But not yet,” continues the Lord.

“I believe you, Faramonds. Perhaps against my better judgment, I believe you.” Ironhall gestures to his guards, who surround Delacroix and his men. “Sir Wilfred, you will remain a guest at Castle Ironhall until this situation is resolved. Please do not insult my hospitality with an attempted escape or I will have no choice but to put you into the dungeons. If you still desire an honorable remedy in the morning make it known to my men.” With that, Delacroix and his guards are led down the hall under armed escort.

“The Lady Shedlund’s forces may already be underway. And when Delacroix fails to return to his mistress she will know I have been alerted. Clever, very clever.” Ironhall adjusts his cloak as he thinks. “Ironhall has few allies these days.”

“We must levy our forces, m’lord.” Offers Harrow.

“Yes… yes…” Ironhall’s thoughts are elsewhere. “Harrow, go to Venora. Press the peasantry into service and return with them. Hopefully the gentleman there remembers who his lord is.”

“Sir Paul.”

“Yes, that’s right. Paul D’Bleum.”

“The Knight of Blooms.”

Ironhall chuckles. “Quite right.” He turns his head in the direction of the Faramonds. “Take them with you, in case he gives you any trouble.” He waits for a reaction.

1 - Ricnan is clearly referring to a duel. Nobles rarely duel anymore so this suggestion by him likely comes as something of a shock to everyone. In a duel the challenged is free to set reasonable terms (what weapons will be available, whether the duel will be to first blood or to the death, etc) and choose a champion; the champion must be a noble with some official connection to the challenged (typically a relative though pledged knights may also champion for their lords). Refusing a duel is possible, though doing so would theoretically result in a hit to one’s perceived honor (likely not so much these days with duels having become antiquated). The worst thing a noble could do is accept and then violate the terms of the duel; doing such a thing could result in a feud between families that lasts for generations.

Cyrus, to Henry - “If that pig wants a duel, let me be the one to crush him.” There is an unmistakable, gleeful blood lust in Cyrus’ eyes. “I’ll send him back to Shedlund in pieces!”

“I can’t wait to see this,” mutters Sohan to herself.

:Sohan smiles:

“It’s so exciting!”

Cutter, “Nobles get to have all the fun.”

We will aid you in your dealings with Sir Paul in any way you desire, in recompense for not returning your wife to you originally, as was your right. We will naturally follow Harrow’s lead in any of these matters.

It would be an honor to have you represent the House Faramond in that duel should it occur, good cousin. But remember not to underestimate Delacroix. He’s a favored knight of Shedlund, and we know what depths she’s willing to sink to. I probably don’t need to tell you this, but don’t let your guard down.

“Good, good. We will speak more of it in the morning.”

*The party is offered lodgings in Castle Ironhall. Down the hall from their rooms is Delacroix’s. He seems free to roam the keep as he pleases but remains under the watchful eyes of Ironhall guards at all times. Sleep doesn’t come easily to the party members; even with roaring hearths in each room the air seems bitter and cold and dark shapes seem to move at the corners of their eyes as they wait in their rooms, always lurking in their peripheral vision.

Eventually morning arrives and everyone is invited to feast with the Lord Ironhall, with the nobles at the Baron’s table and the peasants at a more meager one located within the same chamber. Delacroix seems to have composed himself and his color has returned. At this point the Lord Ironhall’s condition will be obvious to everyone. About three quarters of the way through the meal the Baron speaks,* “Sir Wilfred, have you decided?”

Wilfred levels his gaze on Henry. He no longer seems angry and his voice is calm and clear. “Yes. I demand remedies.”

Ironhall nods. “So be it.”

Assuming Henry accepts, both groups as well as Ironhall, Harrow and half a dozen Ironhall soldiers are led to another chamber deeper in the keep. It is an armory about thirty yards deep by twenty yards wide. Along the wall by the entrance are shelves and stands full of various iron weapons, mostly spears and longswords with a few halberds and short swords, and wooden mannequins draped with mail. The crowd gathers near the entrance while Henry and Wilfred are taken deeper into the chamber and separated. Sir Harrow goes to Henry and awaits his selection of champion (should he wish to use one) and terms.

: privately to Lord Henry:

“My Lord, do you intend for us to intervene should things…not go your way?”

[QUOTE=AClockworkMelon;14319176Wilfred levels his gaze on Henry. He no longer seems angry and his voice is calm and clear. “Yes. I demand remedies.”

Ironhall nods. “So be it.”[/quote]

The House Faramond accepts your challenge, Sir Delacroix.

On the way to the challenge, Henry will walk beside Cyrus and speak to him privately:

Since you will be the champion of Faramond in the duel, I leave it to you to tell me what terms you want. You have the full support of House Faramond in whatever you choose. I will relay your choices when I state the terms. I know you want to kill him, but remember that while he may be a scheming, dishonorable cur, he is no doubt not going to be as easy to defeat as we was in the throne room now that anger is no longer clouding his judgement. Plus, I don’t know if killing him will really accomplish anything beyond personal gratification, not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you. Though, it may send a message to Ironhall that we are strong and useful allies, and will definitely piss off Shedlund, so there’s that.

But, as I said, it’s your call. Regardless of your choice of terms, it’s time to show this smug son-of-a-bitch what stock we Faramonds are made of.

One thing to remember, though, is that Ironhall is watching…well, you know what I mean. You play this straight and by the terms, even if Delacroix does not. I have a feeling Ironhall will intervene should Delacroix pull anything. But don’t play it straight at the cost of your live should Delacroix cheat. I guess what I’m trying to say is use your best judgement. Your actions will reflect on all of us in this.

No. I will not violate any terms of this duel. Sure, it’s an outdated mechanic used by desperate antiques who the world long passed by, but what kind of hypocrite would I be to speak of honor earlier and then spit on it when it suits me best? We play by the rules. If this were a matter between us and Shedlund/Delacroix alone, I would say ‘Fuck it!’, because they deserve no fair treatment. But it’s not. We are under the watchful eyes of Ironhall, or at least his men. But I do want an eye kept on Delecroix for any funny stuff. Should he cheat, it needs to be exposed immediately and the duel needs to end.

Cyrus, to Harrow - “No weapons. We fight unarmed, without armor, until submission or unconsciousness. I want Ironhall guards to search both of us thoroughly.” Cyrus mutters under his breath, “I’ll grind his goddamned bones.”

Assuming the duel occurs, Cyrus will attempt to cause the most physical damage to Wilfred possible. Cyrus will not willingly submit, even at penalty of death.

ETA: If Wilfred cheats, Cyrus will not accept submission, and will continue to beat him to unconsciousness.

*Needless to say, this comes as quite a shock to just about everyone. Once Cyrus has removed his leather and chain (Wilfred has no armor to remove) Ironhall’s guards perform a brief search of both duelists. The audience forms a semicircle around the two combatants, with the Lord Ironhall sitting in the center upon a chair brought in for him.

Cyrus Faramond and Wilfred Delacroix take positions about ten yards apart from one another. Once Harrow has relayed the terms to his lord the Baron raises a hand, calling for silence.* “This is a duel to unconsciousness. Armor and arms of all kinds are prohibited. May you each bring glory to your house and lord.” He gestures to Harrow at his side, who nods to the combatants.

Cyrus and Wilfred move at each other, with the latter striking first. He grabs at the sides of Cyrus’s face, his fingernails clawing through his short hair and dealing one bashing damage. Cyrus delivers several body shots to Delacroix, prompting coughs and sputters and causing two bashing damage.

Wilfred charges and shoves Cyrus against the wall, his hands finding his way to the Faramond’s throat and dealing three bashing damage. Cyrus responds by tripping the younger nobleman and they both go tumbling to the ground, where he uses willpower and strikes at his face repeatedly, dealing two bashing damage.

Wilfred attempts to roll Cyrus over but fails. Cyrus straddles his opponent’s torso and continues striking at his face, using willpower to do so and dealing four bashing damage.

Wilfred is showing signs of weakness but he doesn’t let up, his thumbs going for Cyrus’s eyes and managing to deal two bashing damage. Cyrus is at six total bashing damage, bringing him within his last three health boxes and giving him a -1 penalty to all actions. Cyrus uses a third willpower to take Wilfred’s head in hand and slam the back of it repeatedly against the stone floor, dealing four bashing damage.

Wilfred’s face is bloodied pretty thoroughly and the back of his head is leaving bloody smears along the ground. His hands remain on Cyrus’ face where his feeble attempts to claw at his eyes and cheeks gain him no ground. Cyrus continues slamming the nobleman’s head against the ground, dealing two bashing damage.

Wilfred’s hands fall and he goes still. Ironhall’s guards rush forward to pull Cyrus off of him and the duel ends. The fight was short-lived, lasting little more than a minute or two, with each fighter going all-out from the beginning. Cyrus has slashes from Wilfred’s nails all across his cheeks and scalp and bruises on his face and throat, but thankfully the damage is mostly superficial and won’t need considerable treatment. Wilfred, on the other hand, looks like he’s in trouble. The guards drag him from the room. “Let no man say that he did not fight bravely.” Offers the Lord Ironhall. He turns in his seat in the general direction of the party. “Congratulations, Faramonds. Unorthodox… but well done nonetheless.”

Cyrus has a total of six bashing damage which requires no special treatment. The damage itself should heal in six hours but signs of the bruises and cuts will likely show for a while longer.

Cyrus spits on the ground as Wilfred is carried away. “If that’s the best Shedlund can offer, this war will be short indeed,” Cyrus says no nobody in particular.

“I doubt the rest o’ Shedlund’s men’ll be engagin’ us in fisticuffs, Faramond.” Cutter says with a grin.

“Ever a font of wisdom, my pungent friend.” Is Choke’s response.