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+ | |Sender=Soren Navaar | ||
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+ | |Content="Prison?" Soren sighed, shaking his head. Probably Thalmarkin. Probably for something stupid. That was where he had last seen her, and he didn't doubt she was still out there. He pondered over if he could even help her or not. | ||
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+ | Katria, the first daughter of one of the river lords, stepped forward with a smug look on her face. "If I may, sir? That woman doesn't deserve your time anyway. She's uncouth, a drifter hardly better than an adventurer, and I can't see why you would spend your time with her." | ||
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+ | Soren shook his head again, this time at his assistant. "Then you haven't been paying attention," Soren told her, ignoring the offense she took at that statement. Setting aside the latest harvest reports Katria had originally come to deliver, he took a blank piece of parchment and picked up his pen. "There's more to her than just what you see on the surface, Katria." | ||
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+ | "She seems to hate you." | ||
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+ | Soren laughed, but didn't give her a response. | ||
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− | |Content= | + | |Content=Nerta crashes into the Duke before he draws his sword, but Elios holds his seat through training and reflex. Adapting quickly, the woman plucks a knife from her belt to lunge. It forces Elios to release the saddle and parry with his bracer. |
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+ | Legs alone control the dancing horse as the blade switches hands for a second swing. But the Duke grabs her arm and ripostes with a heavy crack to her ribs. | ||
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+ | Thrown back against the neck of the panicking charger, Nerta grabs his arm and pulls Elios forward into a right hook. | ||
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+ | Dazed and unable to pull free, Elios hammers with his left. The flailing metal crunches into the arm injured at Bessemer to a hiss of pain. | ||
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+ | From there everything about the woman is a blur of fabric and hands. When things settle, the Duke finds his left arm pinned as well and Nerta peering up at him close enough to taste the sweat on her brow. | ||
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+ | Eyes wide she clicks something in the back of her throat before swallowing hard. | ||
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+ | “Peer?” | ||
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+ | Her breath washes across his beard and, despite the tremble from adrenaline, her hand remains steady as the knife presses to his throat. | ||
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+ | “Maybe I should put you in a little box for a week...” | ||
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+ | “THE DUKE! TO ARMS!” | ||
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+ | Sweat drips from Elios’ nose to splash on her own, but Nerta’s gaze never stops boring into those hazel-green eyes. | ||
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+ | “Now Duke, tell them to stand down. This is between peers after all.” | ||
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Training Match
(Personal message) - 5 minutes ago Elios Everlight, Duke of Valour, Margrave of Vore meets his challenger Nerta Unti, Dame of Agyr, Priestess of The Old Gods for the agreed training match. Both participants are using the 'overrun' strategy, so that neither has an advantage. After a series of blows, Nerta wins the training match. | ||||||
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