(Archive) Dol Amroth Tournament Scene

[Imrahil(#29017)]

With the dawning of another day come the folk from fair Belfalas and farther afield to see the warriors of Gondor and Rohan test their skill in the art of battle. And it is here that they gather -- at the tournament grounds, and the sun moves actoss the sky, the clamour of the press too does likewise.

And upon the knoll, the Master of Lists stands in still silence, and beside him are his helpers -- a dozen or so men clad in the livery of Dol Amroth.

[Gabbard(#29319)] Under a walless tent stands one named Gabbard. And as he stands there he looks upon the grounds of battle. Looking over the many contestants. And as he moves about under the tarp, he fumbles the hilt of a sword in his hands. Waiting he is, fore today may be the day he meets battle.

Krisorn walks out onto the field, his normal axe is at his back, though the blade is covered. Another, wooden axe, weighted to feel the same as his own weapon, is at his side instead of his normal weapon. He walks towards the master of the Lists and his helpers to be able to hear their words over the crowds murmur. He looks happy and alert.

Irfalia watches on in excitement.

[Maernus(#17520)] A cloaked figure enters, that of Maernus. He is smiling and walking lightly, as he enters he brushes back his cloak to expose his sheath as he does, he turns shareply to look back to the street and walks backwards a few metres, nearly running into a few people, but not careing in the least.

[Gwendolyn(#13281)] Makes her way over to the stacks of hay and when she reaches them she promptly sits down in the first row and watches Maernus as he walks down to the field. She silently prays for him to win.

[Gabbard(#29319)] Gabbard, after standing in the shade for a while, makes his way to the outer edges of the grounds. Standing there he looks upon the area, studying all the bumps and other features of the grounds for objects that might fall him from his feet.

[Galdorim(#22020)] Striding to his pavillon is the COmmander of the Sun Gate, Galdorim. He looks about as he looks ot see who has shown for the ruby list. When he reaches his pavillion he checks his armor that he left there for the tournament.

[Imrahil(#29017)]

The Master of Lists steps forth now and holds aloft his staff of office until the din of the crowd falls to a murmur -- and then, lower yet, into silence.

From his cloak he draws forth a scroll then, and glances down at it, ere crying, \"Now shall be held the first duel of the Ruby Footlists between Galdorim of Minas Tirith and Krisorn of that same city!\"

Maernus turns around strides down towards where Gabbard is. When he strides down he says with a slight laugh, \"So, you don\'t have to face Galdorim in battle, quite yet?\" he says and continues, \"Whom do you think you shall face? I\'m not sure who I shall, if I face anyone today, that is.\"

Krisorn steps forward and shakes his head says softly, \"It figures I would be asked to fight my own commander on the first day. Ahh well.\" Krisorn steps forward easily, his gear making soft noises as he walks as he comes up towards the the Master of the Lists and where the fight is to take place. He looks around the crowd trying to spot those who he might know before greeting his commander with a polite salute and a, \'Good day Commander. I am honored to face you my old friend.\"

[Gabbard(#29319)] Looking over to Maernus, Gabbard says,\"Yes. Better luck for me.\" Then looking about he says,\"I do not know...let the judges decide.\"

Galdorim looks up with a slight expression of surprise. He looks over to Krisorn and gives him a smile. \"Yes, it will be well to face you, though it is a shame we could not of done what we talked about earlier.\" he then takes his helmet and pulls it on his head. He strides out onto the field as he slips his shield onto his left arm.

Krisorn glances again over the crowd after greeting his commander and his eyes stop briefly on Eowyn, a strange smile drifting over his face before he turns back to his Commander and shakes his head, \'Such is the way of battle Sar. We never seem to have things quite the way we would want.\" Krisorn turns to his own armor and puts it on, pulling his shield from around behind him and putting down his real axe, to pull out the wooden axe he has prepared for this event.

[Eowyn(#12047)] Joining the spectators indeed comes Eowyn, benignly finding her cloaked form a place for adequate viewing of the combat about to engage on the field. Here is interest... here, if not specifically, is what she came to see. Pale amidst the mass she looks on intent.

[Imrahil(#29017)]

Stepping forth, the Master of the Lists calls out, \"Let the two come before me now!\"

Galdorim slides his blunted steel axe from his belt and grips it in his large caloused hand. He swings it in a large arch to loosen his arm up as he wauts for the Master of the List to start the fight. As he limbers up his blue eyes scan the crowd to see if the lady who\'s favor he bears has made an appearance. The looks of disappointment comes across his face as he sighs deeply. Upon hearing the call by the master of the list, he strides over to him with a grim face.

Krisorn steps forward, pulling out his wooden axe, the wood hard as iron, for which the tree has been named, and steps before the Master of the List to await the Master\'s pleasure to start the fight. He looks at his friend and notes that his friend looks out on the crowd for the sight of somebody and Krisorn\'s face saddens momentarily before he pulls out his weapon and stands lightly, ready for the call to begin.

Gwendolyn draws her cloak closer to her body for she is very chilled this day. She searches for Maernus and wonders when it will be his turn to fight.

[Imrahil(#29017)]

The Master of Lists looks now sternly to the two warriors before him, \"Know you the rules of the Tourney and the penalty if you do not abide by them?\"

Krisorn nods as he looks at the Master of the Lists and says outloud, \"Aye sir. I do so know the rules and understand the penalties should I fail to observe them.\"

Eowyn turns her gray eyes upon Gwendolyn, who is not far from where she herself rests to watch the match. \"What think you, lady?\" she asks, made genial by her interest in what passes. \"Who do you favor for the match?\" Her own hood and cloak she pulls tight around her with a similar purpose... \"I see faces I recognize...\"

Galdorim nods his head with afirmation. \"yes, I know the rules and understand the penalty for failure to abide by them.\" The tall commander looks grin and distracted as he scans the crowd passivally.

[Imrahil(#29017)]

\"Then so it! Go hence to the dueling ground thither, and await my call\", and the Master of the Lists motions to his helpers -- and swiftly they make their way to the groud to await the two men.

[Galdorim(#22020)] Nodding to the list master, Galdorim strides out onto the deuling field. He crosses his shield acorss his chest as he waits for Krisorn to ready himself. He looks over the poeple under the pavillion. he shakes his head slightly and then touches the handkerchief on his belt and looks to the Citadel.

Krisorn turns and heads to the tourney grounds awaiting his old friend. He stands opposite Galdorim, setting his feet lightly on the dew covered grass and then brings his shield up to his side, held out lightly to intercept his friends weapon when the bout begins. \"Commander, she will show up in time. Turn you thoughts away from your lady for now. If you do not pay attention you will be doing me and the guard a great dishonor by not putting your whole mind into this.\"

[Imrahil(#29017)]

His cloak billowing around him akin to the wings of a great Eagle of the North, the Master of the Lists calls out then, \"Bow to each other and the West that the Valar may be honoured -- and then begin when you will!\"

Krisorn bows first to his commander and then turns to bow to the west, \"Commander, I\'m honored to be brought against you. May the Valar bless your weapon, even though it is turned upon me.\"

[Valsir(#23094)] The grey-clad figure steps into the grounds and moves quickly by the side of the hay, where the others seem to be gathering. His ghostly figure tosses in the wind like some spectre looming over the events before him, some ominous death prepared with staff in hand rather than sickle. His presence yet remains at that, not a word uttered from his lips nor a gesture to those about, he stands a man of unseen face and indeed unseen body. Merely a grey shell of cloth which grips at the ground below it.

Icarus steps in the Tournement Grounds. Looking around, he sees Commander Galdorim and Krisorn in the middle of the grounds getting ready to dual. He moves towards the pavillon to get some shelter from the rain.

Galdorim nods towards Krisorn. He bows to him with respect. \"No, Krosorn he will not be here, but I will not dishonor you with my distraction.\" He then bow to the west. He salutes the Prince and readies himself for combat.

Krisorn steps towards his commander and comes within range of their weapons, \"Come Sar, you have the first go at it. After all I\'m planning to finish it.\"

Galdorim a slight grin come across the tall Commander of the sun\'s face as he nods. \"Very well, Krisorn.\" His face turns grim and stowic as he pulls his shield up and levels it out from his body. his dulled metal axe comes to just above his sh oulder as he starts to move to the left of his new conscript. He launches his axe down low and sends it at a sharp arch towards the left armpit of Krisorn.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and you block his attack with your shield!

Krisorn turns only a little and the sound of metal on metal rings out over the quiet field. The silence shattered in a single movement, \"Well thrown Galdorim but come you didn\'t expect me to fall for a move you and I have practiced time and again.\" Krisorn twists slightly, bringing his own weighted axe around over his shoulder, trying to cross it away from Galdorim\'s shield and down towards his shoulder as he speaks, \"We aren\'t recruits old friend.\"

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Your attack against Galdorim moderately wounds him!

[Gabbard(#29319)] Watching the battle begin, Gabbard studies both competitors\' moves intently. All knowledge of each combitant can be more then usefull in the upcoming fights. And as he studies them he seems to look more towards the commander Galdorim.

Kerowyn returns to the Lower Courtyard proper.

Kerowyn has left.

Galdorim grimaces as the wooden axe of Krisorn makes contact with his shoulder. \"well struck!\" He moves his shield a bit higher to help protect his upper body more realizing that his leg are not a target. He then spin his axe quickly and sends it at the inside of Krisorn\'s weapon arm.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You\'ve been injured for 6 hp\'s by Galdorim\'s attack...

...you have 76 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

[Valsir(#23094)] The wind picks up and casts bits of hay across the field. Cracks and whips can be heard as the grey-clad man\'s cloak is thrown foreword while clinging tightly to his body in the back. Without a word he moves westward toward the pavillion.

Gwendolyn shivers as the wind picks up, her teeth chatter and she tries to keep warm by pulling her cloak tighter around her tiny frame but it\'s to no avail for her cloak is not a very well made one.

Krisorn raises his arm to avoid the blow thrown at him but instead pulls himself off balance, the dulled metal thudding against Krisorn\'s side as he takes a step forward. He winces a little and turns, realizing he has left that side much too unprotected, and brings his shield more in front of him, \"Oh that would have hurt if these weapons wern\'t blunted my friend. Well struck indeed. I\'ve missed battling you. It\'s good to see you are paying attention though.\" Krisorn doesn\'t pause in his last sentence as ie swings his own axe around behind his head and over and towards Galdorim\'s head, a spot many people forget how to defend, especially against the different blade of an axe.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Galdorim parries your attack with his Axe!

Icarus watches the dual between Krisorn and Galdorim, two people he considers friends. He moves with every swing and every hit he sees, trying to study the two veterants.

[Maernus(#17520)] \"Lady Gwendolyn, you must be freezing...\" Maernus says, as he has worked his way behind her, and he sets his pack down and searches around in it, \"Here, this will keep you warm.\" He hands Gwendolyn a blanket and kneels beside her as he does...

[Galdorim(#22020)] *thud* The sound of wood meeting metal is sounded out as Galdorim brings his axe to parry Krisorn\'s. He chuckles and nods. \"Let the people of Dol Amroth know hos well and ax can strike!\" His axe slips from contact from Krisorns and snaps it quickly towards the exposed side of his honorable opponent.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he misses!

Krisorn turns from the strike and manages to avoid it, though the wind from it carries to him quite easily. Krisorn smiles and drops his weapon down in from of him, much as a swordsman might, though Krisorn now holds the weapon much higher than any swordsman could, and stabs straight for Galdorim\'s chest, \'We are too well matched old friend. We know each others moves too well.\"

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Galdorim parries your attack with his shield!

Gwendolyn draws the blanket around her shoulders with a smile \"Thank you Maernus\" when she smiles her teeth still chatter and she seems a trifle embarrassed. \"Do you know when it will be your turn?\" she asks through clenched teeth

Galdorim snaps his shield out as he blocks the axe aimed at his broad chest. His deep voice rumbles out. \"That we are!\" He attempts to keep Krisorn\'s axe tangled with his shield and he snap his heavy dulled axe at the weapon arm of Krisorn.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and you parry his attack with your Axe!

Krisorn easily twists his axe off his friends shield and pushes aside his friends weapon as it descends. He moves his axe quickly, his breath coming heavier now, at the exposed arm of Galdorim, the weapon arm, hoping to get at it before Galdorim can recover from his own swing, \"Stand still Commander.\"

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Your attack against Galdorim moderately wounds him!

Maernus shakes his head, \"I know not when I shall duel another, yet, I believe it will be shortly after the skilled axe-men fight.\" He looks towards them, \"Though, I would hate to see Galdorim lose...\"

[Galdorim(#22020)] A cry of pain issue from the Commander mouth as the axe strikes his still healing arm. His axe goes flying from his hand as his arm is nulled slightly from the shooting pain. he watches his axe fly off to the side as he back off quickly to protect himself with his shield.

Galdorim slowly lowers the axe to ground, letting it fall.

ARB: Galdorim has \"passed\" on his turn to attack.

Krisorn steps back from his friend and says, \"Ahh, sorry about that Galdorim. Can you continue? I had forgotten about your arm.\" His face looks a contrite and he waves over to the fallen axe, \"If you can go pick it up. It\'s in the rules anyway even if I didn\'t think it would be the right thing to do. You need time to switch arms?\"

You forego your chance to attack.

Icarus grabs his right arm,still healing from the dual, as he sees the strike of Krisorn on Galdorim\'s weapon arm.

Galdorim smiles and salutes his friend. \"Thank you, Krisorn. You are indeed an honorable man.\" He strides over and picks up his axe and swings it about to make sure he can hold it well. He looks to make sure Krisorn is ready. When he afirms that the new man-at-arm is ready to continue. He closes quickly and send his axe plummeting at the helmet of Krisorn.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he misses!

Krisorn ducks aside at the last moment from his friends attack and taking a step to Galdorim\'s right and again sends his axe towards his friends undefended side, trying to avoid the still healing arm and striking Galdorim\'s chest instead.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Galdorim dodges your attack.

[Gabbard(#29319)] Gabbard, now watching closely at the two men, decides that maybe moving will give him a better view. Moving a few paces over, Gabbard looks over the two fighting men with a studying look.

[Galdorim(#22020)] Sidestepping the path of axe, Galdorim grins as he punches his shield at his weapona rm to try to keep Krisorn off balance. His powerful arms send his axe towards the shoulder of his shield arm as he presses the attack to try to use his strength and height to an advantage.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You\'ve been injured for 10 hp\'s by Galdorim\'s attack...

...you have 66 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

[Belandil(#6159)] Amidst a small huddle of viewers stands Belandil, watching the current fight. When it seems Galdorim has the advantage, he begins to applaud quietly to himself.

Krisorn tries to duck out of the way and instead steps into the dulled blade, his knees give way slightly sas he takes the hit and then with a grimace he whips his own blade around, as he tries to back off from the heavier man, attacking at Galdorim\'s shield arm as much as anything.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Your attack against Galdorim moderately wounds him!

Gwendolyn reaches down to take Maernus\'s hand in her own, he feels how chilled she is \"I do so wish you luck Maernus.\" she smiles and pulls you up onto the bale of hay beside her.\"

[Galdorim(#22020)] Wincing with pain as the wooden axe make contact with his shield arm. Galdorim then tries to pin his axe with the shield as he closes in tight with Krisorn. He snaps his axe out as it swishes by his head. He uses the momentum of the axe to quickly pivot down against the middle of his opponent\'s back

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You\'ve been injured for 10 hp\'s by Galdorim\'s attack...

...you have 56 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

Krisorn is thrown forward by the blow to the back and only keeps his feet through quick footwork, He turns towards Galdorim and smiles, with a grimace of pain, \"I\'m going to feel that one tomorrow morning.\" Krisorn wades back into his larger opponent, his blade behind him until the last moment he sees a very tiny spot near Galdorim\'s shoulder, at which point he brings his axe up and around towards Galdorim\'s shield shoulder.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Galdorim dodges your attack.

Galdorim leans away from the path of the axe. He swing his axe up to meet the arm of the axe of the axe that is coming down. \"Both of us will be fore in the morn, my friend\" He steps back as he moves towards the shield side of Krisorn after his atack is launched

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and you parry his attack with your Axe!

Maernus chuckles as he gets pulled onto a bale of hay, \"Lady Gwendolyn, why have you done that?\" His chuckling continues, \"I am glad you wish me luck, I am sure to win the Onyx, with you the luck you have wished me, today alone, Lady Gwendolyn, you know?\"

Krisorn moves his axe around and catches Galdorim\'s blow on his haft, his hands above his head. \"Aye that we will be, \" and throws Galdorim\'s axe up slightly and then Krisorn brings his axe back and over in a motion more akin to chopping wood, or helmets, than clean swordplay.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Your attack against Galdorim mildly wounds him!

[Galdorim(#22020)] The axe lightly grazes Galdorim\'s helmet as the Commander tries to move out of the way. He then quickly swings his axe behind him and quickly spins a bout to send his axe at the other side of Krisorn. His shield quickly snaps around to try to covers his body as he regains his footing.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he misses!

Krisorn leans back slightly, letting the blow slide in from of him and then brings his own blade around in a simlar arc but stepping forward as well to try and make sure to keep Galdorim in range.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Your attack against Galdorim moderately wounds him!

Gwendolyn giggles as she gives your hand a tiny squeeze, she looks into your eyes and then back down at the duel then back at you \"You are just a very dear person and a very dear friend and I want to see you happy and i\'m sure winning this Onyx would make you very happy, am I right?\"

Galdorim grinaces as his he pushes the air from his lungs to try to keep his breath. \"well struck, my friend!\" He quickly spins his axe and launches it at the side of Krisorn\'s head as he strikes his shield against his friend\'s. His powerful legs presses against his to try to leave Krisorn on his heels.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You\'ve been injured for 17 hp\'s by Galdorim\'s attack...

...you have 39 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

Krisorn gets a blow to the helmet that sounds loudly. His helmet rings like a bell and Krisorn his thrown two steps to his side as he shakes his head to recover, \"I see though I\'ve not yet knocked the fight out of you. I have to remember to stay away from that one.\" Krisorn stands for moment recovering and then, moving much slower than before, steps in towards Galdorim and weighs his options carefully before striking at galdorim\'s open side, looking for an opening, \"Now if you would just stand still commander.\"

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Galdorim parries your attack with his Axe!

Galdorim snaps his axe to meet the the arch of Krisorn\'s. The commander winces as he feel the shock rock though his mending arm. \"I will not give you anything easily, my friend. You should know that by now!\" he whirls his axe over his head and send he sharply towards the other side of Krisorn\'s helmet.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You\'ve been injured for 4 hp\'s by Galdorim\'s attack...

...you have 35 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

Maernus laughs, \"Why do you care for my happiness? For your beauty can make any man happy, you should be considered of your happiness, Lady Gwendolyn.\" He says still smiling, \"But yes, winning Onyx would make me happy.\" He says, looking down at Gwendolyn.

Krisorn scowls and manages to duck the worst of that return blow, though it does glance of his helmet, yet again, \"True but I\'m not finished yet myself Commander.\" Krisorn, steps in towards the heavier man and strabs in again at Galdorim\'s chest.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Galdorim dodges your attack.

Galdorim pivots his body as the thrust just misses his chest. He tries to hook the half of Krisorn\'s axe with his shield as his axe spins in a wide arch at the shoulder of Krisorn\'s weapon arm.\' I would hope you would give me your all, Krisorn!\" He keeps on pressing his attack as he contunes his flury of attacks.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he misses!

Krisorn steps away from the attack and without pausing to regroup launches himself, and his blade, at Galdorim, \"But of course.\" Krisorn\'s blade whines softly as the wooden blade moves in an arc from around and over Krisorn\'s head, his hand on the end of the axe\'s haft.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Galdorim dodges your attack.

Galdorim jumps to aside as Krisorn\'s axe is send down towards the ground with his powerful swing. \"Always keep your balance, my friend.: He spin his axe and send it on an upwards arch towards the tip of Krisorm\'s metal helmet. His shield continues to press against his opponent\'s axe arm to slowl his recovery.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he misses!

Gwendolyn smiles as she moves closer to Maernus, for warmth and perhaps just to be closer to him, she looks up at you in an almost loving way and says in the most sincere voice. \"It is seeing my friends and loved ones happy that beings me the most joy.\"

Krisorn leans backwards avoid the strike to his helm, his head still recovering from Galdorim\'s massive blow. He swings his own axe around in a clockwise arc to strike at Galdorim\'s own helmet, \"Bells are ringing, ring ring ringing, \"Krisorn says softly as he concentrates intently on his foe.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Your attack against Galdorim badly wounds him!

[Galdorim(#22020)] The ring of Wood against Galdorim\'s metel helm can be heard. The commander stumbles slightly as this long fight is apparently taking the toll on this tall officer. He grins andsend his axe at a powerful back handed swing at the chest of Krisorn. His powerful arms flex as he send the axe with great force towards his friend.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You\'ve been injured for 18 hp\'s by Galdorim\'s attack...

...you have 17 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

Krisorn is not watching intently enough it seems and takes the blow to the chest. He staggers backwards wincing and goes to one knee for a moment. He coughs and the stands painfully, \"Thanks for the reminder to never let my eyes off you. I\'m going to regret that one.\"

Maernus smiles, \"Then I must win, as to bring you joy. That I shall do. I shall win onyx, as to bring joy onto you Lady Gwendolyn.\" He says and chuckles slightly, \"And to meet the masters of the other orders on the field.\" His eyes shoot towards the duelers as they hit each other and then back down to Gwendolyn.

Krisorn looks about ready to give up and then shakes his head, his eyes watering with the pain, \"Ahh well, I\'ll not give it up yet. I\'m still hale enough to fight you old friend. Though I\'ll watch your backhand from now on I think.\" Krisorn smiles and then with an almost graceful, though stiff, hop he spins and jumps forward, his weapo arching around in an arc aimed at Galdorim\'s open side, hoping to catch up on his friend. \"Have at you Commander.\"

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Your attack against Galdorim lightly wounds him!

Gwendolyn hugs you as tears come to her eyes \"Oh Maernus that is the most beautiful thing anyone has said to me but just seeing your smiling face everyday, just hearing the joy in your words brings me joy.\"

Galdorim moving with the blow, the impact of the axe with very minimal on his side. He grins broadly as sweat roll down his face. The Commander breath his heavy as he lunges forward and snap his axe in an upward arch towards the armpit of his friend\'s axe arm. \"That is the spirit, my friend!\"

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he misses!

Krisorn ducks away from the return blow and uses his greater speed to continue his furious attacks, though his face shows the strain of swinging that axe in such tight arcs. Krisorn has given up on talk to concentrate solely on his axe work, knowing he still needs to keep up with his taller friend and superior.

You attack Galdorim with your Axe...

[Combat(#13388)->Krisorn]

Your attack against Galdorim badly wounds him!

Galdorim grunts as the axe thuds against his broad chest. He shakes his head as he staggers to the side slightly. He makes a quick feint towards the side of Krisorn and then quickly diverts the path of his axe towards the side of Krisorn\'s head. He pants with exhastion as the Commander begins to tire more and more.

Galdorim attacks you with his Axe!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You\'ve been injured for 14 hp\'s by Galdorim\'s attack...

...you have 3 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

Krisorn gets knocked backward and while the blow is only glancing he falls backwards. The continued blows to the head have finally taken there toll and Krisorn rolls to his knees shaking his head, his voice sounding thick as he says, \'I yield.. I can\'t even see straight anymore.\"

Maernus blushes slightly, \"Lady Gwendolyn, I am deeply honored by your words. I know not what I can say...\" He hears galdorim heavy hit, \"I think my duel may be very soon, Lady Galdorim.\"

[Master of Lists(#20267)]

Striding forth swiftly, the Master of Lists cries, \"Halt! The Duel is done -- there shall be no more!\"

Gwendolyn takes your hands tight in her own as she stands and kisses them \"I will be here watching you and cheering you on\" she says in her bright laughter voice. She pulls you up also and points you in the direction of the field \"Now get ready to win that Onyx!\"

[Borgilas(#22134)]

Though the wind howls and the rain slashes downward, Borgilas is amused to see these hardy--and hard-headed--men fighting on the muddied flats of the lists. He is clad in his new red-garb, the hood of his black cloak drawn up, followed by a handful of retainers. He pauses at the edge of the lists to watch for a space.

Krisorn sits down to take off his helmet and a large welt can be seen where Galdorim\'s blow struck the helmet against the side of his head. \"Thought I had you there commander. Ahh well you showed me a few things I\'ll not soon forget.\"

[Master of Lists(#20267)]

Even as his helpers hasten to aid Krisorn, the Master of Lists inclines his head to the Commander, and turns then to the crowd, \"And thus, it is done and the victory is that of Galdorim of Minas Tirith!\"

Galdorim strides towards Krisorn and offhis his hand to assist him up. \"Well fought my friend. I thought you had me at one point as well!\" He sighs deeply. \"But I will scertainally feel your blows in the morning.\" He then scan the crowd to see if he can sees someone he was expecting. He shakes his head . \"here, let me assist you off the field.\"

Krisorn takes the proferred hand and stands, \"Well I guess you\'ll have to fight for the honor of the guard. Show these sword wielding children how it\'s really done my friend.\" Krisorn limps off the field, carrying his helmet in his arms. He walks well enough, though he certainly looks like his side is going to be sore.

Krisorn heads off to lay down to rest and recover from his boot. His weapons and armor needing work after that epic bout.