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| − | ==='''Roleplay from Aethelmaer'''===
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| − | ''Aethelmaer stood in the city square, waiting for his challenger to arrive. Aethelmaer spent this time clearing the area of peasants so that their duel may go unhindered. After the last of the peasants were moved away, Gin showed up, and they clasped hands to start their duel.''
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| − | "May this be a good and honorable duel my friend." Aethelmaer exclaims
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| − | "Yes it shall be, but I shall come out the victor!"
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| − | "We shall see about that!"
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| − | ''The two combatants stood at the ready, each wondering what their tactics would be for the upcoming fight. Then at the drop of a pin, the two lunge at each other swinging their swords fiercly. At the first lockup, they seemed of equal strength, yet Aethelmaer just a tad stronger than Gin. After they broke their stances, Gin tried a downswing on Aethelmaer who dodged it and came back with an upward slice, which Gin had blocked, and with that Aethelmaer was pushed back, and Gin took his advantage to attack, and ends up slicing Aethelmaer's shirt. Another blow was then blocked as Gin tried to bring his sword back around for another blow. Aethelmaer slide his way into a crouching position then rolled through Gin's legs. Catching him off guard and just about to strike him down, a peasant, oblivious to the situation, hits Aethelmaer in the head, effectivly knocking him out! Gin then turned around and to his astonishment Aethelmaer was gone. Taking a step forward, he tripped over his limp body, and as he fell, injured himself on his own blade. With his wound, it was enough to declare the match a win for Aethelmaer.''
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| − | "Wake up, Aethelmaer!" Gin spoke, as Aethelmaer started to open his eyes.
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| − | "What's going on? Who won the duel?"
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| − | "You did my friend, and a blunder of a win it was too!"
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| − | ''Gin told him what had happened, and then the two after recovering, went to the nearest local bar, to share a couple of ales on Gin's tab, to celebrate Aethelmaer's strange but legal win.''
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| − | ==='''Roleplay from Kurohyou'''===
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| − | ''Kurohyou was informed by a few peasants that Aethelmaer and Gin were to duel each other in the town center. Kurohyou seemed interested in watching as his two friends went at it.''
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| − | ''As he stands near the entrance to the armourer, he sees that Gin and Aethelmaer shake hands and then get into their stances. Kurohyou begins to head towards the duel area.''
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| − | "Good luck, Aethelmaer and Gin!"
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| − | ''Apparently they were too focused that they didn't have time to respond. Kurohyou then watches as the duel commences. Block by block the go at it. Then Aethelmaer gets his shirt cut open.''
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| − | 'That was a close one for Aethelmaer, hopefully that won't be the only blow that'll occur.' Kurohyou thinks.
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| − | ''Then, as Gin begins to break Aethelmaer's defenses, Aethelmaer rolls in between Gin's legs. Kurohyou saw that the duel was done just then. But after Aethelmaer finishes his manuever, Kurohyou notices that Aethelmaer was heading straight for a peasant.''
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| − | "Aethelmaer, watch out!!!" ''But it was too late. Aethelmaer made a head on collision with the peasant and fainted. Kurohyou then went Gin seeing that he slipped and fell on his own sword.''
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| − | "Gin, are you alright?"
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| − | "Yeah, that was unexpected though."
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| − | "That's good, now lets go and check on Aethelmaer."
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| − | ''They check on Aethelmaer, Gin asks if he was alright, and Aethelmaer says hes alright. They then went to the tavern for a drink of some ale. Gin says he has the tab, however, Kurohyou insists that he has it.''
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| − | "No, Gin, you two enjoy the ale, I'll pay the bill. But seriously, Gin, how in gods name could you slip on your own sword?"
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