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Post by The Storm God on Jul 7, 2008 12:35:34 GMT -5
Assassin: 60 broadsword Erik: 64 Axe Rodget: 64 Sword
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Post by Jon Bolton on Jul 7, 2008 12:37:42 GMT -5
Jon is 91
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Post by Roose Bolton on Jul 7, 2008 12:38:36 GMT -5
Roose is 80, but give him some disadvantage cause he fought Jon recently
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Post by Jon Bolton on Jul 7, 2008 12:44:04 GMT -5
you'd be at 55.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on Jul 7, 2008 12:47:16 GMT -5
Where's Sporg?
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Post by Roose Bolton on Jul 7, 2008 12:48:21 GMT -5
He's fetching a whore for Wat
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Post by Jon Bolton on Jul 7, 2008 12:55:39 GMT -5
I really could have used Sporg the Flatulent for this. Hell he's a better fighter than my own master at arms.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on Jul 7, 2008 13:01:47 GMT -5
Sporg is the man.
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Post by Jon Bolton on Jul 7, 2008 13:05:11 GMT -5
Truer words were never spoken.
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Post by Jon Bolton on Jul 7, 2008 13:29:00 GMT -5
Rolled by Storm God
Round 1
Assassin: 133 Erik: 111 Rodget: 107 Bolton: 124 Roose: 59
Growling at the Bolton's trick the assassin lunged forth, it's mask wavering as he struck out at the men. As the swords flashed Roose Bolton, who had already suffered from a blow to the head, was struck. Pierced through his shoulder.
Round 2
Assassin: 128 Erik: 152 Rodget: 77 Bolton: 132 Roose: 64
As the assassin pulled out his sword to attack again the Bolton men decended upon him. Slashing wildly the assassin was able to parry most of the blows. As he was about to go once more for his target Erik the Mast took his axe and cut it deep into the assassin's hip. A shout of pain escaped through the mask as the man struck out in blind anger, again cutting into Roose's flesh.
Round 3
Assassin: 82 Erik: 143 Rodget: 137 Bolton: 184 Roose: 72
Taken the opportunity Rodget Snow lashed out at the assassin's head, leaving a thin line of blood that trickled down into the man's eyes. Blinded, the assassin waved his thick broadsword in defiance and nicked Roose's inner thigh. Jon used the temporary blindness of the assassin to hack at the man's arm, biting deep into the bone. "Alive," murmured Erik, who had stepped behind the assassin. "Alive he will be," swinging with the side of his axe Erik smashed into the back of the assassin's head, causing him to fall forward into the dirt of the training yard. Assassin Captured
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