(1873-01-13) d'korbina tourney - Duels - Eisen & Wulfred
d'korbina tourney - duels - eisen and wulfred
Summary: Eisen and Wulfred face off for the tourney duels.
Date: 13th Jan 2018
Related: d'korbinatourney74
NPCs: Just a herald
Players:
Eisen  Wulfred  

Aequor - Hellsmouth Province - Daemon's Hall - Rooftop
Above stretches the roof of the massive cave that shelters the fort. Below are the tiles of the rooftop. Off the edge.. its a long, long way down.
13 -Jan -1873

The massive form of Eisen d'Geroux has snagged himself a rather nervous looking herald on the top of a roof. He's on the prowl for a duel victi-…participant, a single weighted glove on his hand, just barely enough to count as a weapon.

A duel! A duel! A glorious duel! Way up atop the castle itself. A duel with a view! And quite a view at that given the sheer drop that one might well expect should a foot go wrong. Wulfred has gotten to the age where a fair few of his peers have passed on, battle mostly. Very few have passed on naturally. With a daring flourish of his musketeers' hat, the large green feather all of a quiver as the stiff wind and breeze swishes and swirls upon high, Wulfred steps out onto the roof and saunters easily to the edge, "Aha! Look down at the tournie fields, good lord, what a drop!" Wulfred merrily guffaws as he rests a foot upon the edge and peers over, nothing but his usual rustic flair worn, just as a flock of birds takes flight dramatically, swirling effortlessly as they take to the winds and glide beautifully, ensuring that the old Lord is very glad they glid, "Righto! I Lord Wulfred de Ufford will probably be chastised by the dear wife for this, but good lord, this happens but once in a blue moon! I challenge you my dear fellow, I heard you were up here with the Herald chap! Good lord you're big, truly a pleasure Lord Eisen d'Geroux!"

"Baron, my good Lord de Ufford, but let us not stand on titles here." The massive man is unarmored, simply dressed in his usual 'casual' finery. This generally flies in the face of convention for Aequorian dueling, but he doesn't much seem to mind. He's not a particularly conventional man as it was anyway. "I'll make sure you get back to your wife in one piece…I wouldn't want to subject you to her fury."

The herald cautiously tip-toes his way across to the edge of the rooftop, where Wulfred's hat is still being tugged back and forth by the wind as it continues its downwards spiral. He gulps visibly and makes his way back to the roof hatch with rather more haste than his previous exploration.

And so, combat is joined! With an uncanny speed for a large man, Eisen crosses the roof of the building rather adroitly and perhaps takes the older warrior by a bit of surprise. His weighted glove flashes out, once, twice, three times, the first two connecting with the chest and left leg of the de Ufford, driving him backwards. The final blow is swatted away by the flat of the axe, driving the d'Geroux back and keeping him from pressing his advantage too much more. "You're a solid fellow for being so old."

And so it begins! Wulfred knew there was a reason he became a Commander, but good lord, there's the rush! As Eisen approaches, that impressive weapon wielded with such skill. Wulfred swings his own in an attempt to parry and deliver a blow or two of his own. But each time he is forced back a step or two, grunting at each heavy blow that knocks the breath from him, or forces a grunt from his lips, "Aha! The wife's meals are hearty fare! Keeps me standing and rounder than I once was!" Stumbling, forced back and then with a swipe, sparks as that weapon of Eisen's is pushed away. And yet, a grin is offered, winded and breathless, but how his hair flutters, "Have at you good sir, tis an honour indeed! Hah! I shall have to watch your next fight!"

A swing from the butt of the axe wards away another blow from Eisen, before the Ghoul lands a staggering blow to the diaphragm of Wulfred, driving the wind from him with the impact. He follows up with a step inside the guard and with a rather unconventional move, he scoops up the older man and swings him around for a slam back to the middle of the roof, not wanting to send him off the edge and to his doom. Then he'd have to worry about an angry wife, and if his experiences with own taught him anything, he'd rather avoid that. He would offer a hand to Wulfred after he recovers however, to help him up. No reason to not be polite. "You stood longer than a good deal of those I've faced. If you were twenty years younger, you'd be an opponent I would not relish doing battle with."

And there it is, another blow pushed away with the flat of his axe, Wulfred stepping forth to try and get past Eisen's defenses, and yet there's just no doing it. The swing of that axe brings a brief respite, allowing Wulfred as hop back a pace, for all the good it does him, "I'll be sure to have the wife send you a sweet treat my good man! Her cakes… good lord I miss them!" And then, well, there's no denying the inevitable Wulfred puts a foot wrong, some bird poop ensuring a daring slip, and why one might almost think he'd go over. Yet his defences down, that next punch drives the very air from his lungs and forces Wulfred down to a knee, gasping and wretching for a few moments more. And then he's light as a feather, he's flying! He's… hitting the roof! A veritable grunt erupts from the old Wolf, axe skittering away across the roof, his breath ragged and gasped, and his arms and legs akimbo as he basks on the ground, gazing up at such a beautiful sky… and Eisen! A good few moments pass, and finally Wulfred rises from the floor, grasping Eisen's hand and squeezing it warmly while taking deep breaths, "Twenty years younger, those were the days! It has been an honour my good man. Truly. I hope your next opponent gives you a trifle more concern than I, may the One bless you in the events to come. You know, I might just stop up here a bit, damned good view. Aequor truly is beautiful this time of year."

Birds take flight from somewhere, a whoosh of feathers, wings outstretched. (John) Woooooo.

"I'm sure that my children will enjoy them greatly." Eisen will take a step or two and scoop up the fallen axe, and he returns it to his opponent with a nod. "I hope you find worthy opponents as well…and yes, it is a nice view actually. I found it shortly after we arrived for the tournament, when my wife wished for a place to see the sunset that was…more out of the way." He looks to the herald and nods before slipping off his weighted glove. "If you think this is a nice view, you should see the first fresh snow in White Hall. Blankets everything with a crispness that even the Northern winters cannot match."

Wulfred accepts the axe and sheathes it, "Perhaps one day! I do love a good crisp morning after it has snowed, those are the days you truly appreciate a good wife, a warm hearth and many little ones dashing about, eager to escape into the cold for mischief." The old Wolf grins broadly as he moves to sit on the edge of the roof, feet dangling over the edge. Ah good times!

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