Rolled 6, 72, 56 + 18 = 152 (3d100 + 18)
>>6102700“It’s been a long time,” you say turning to Rubida, who understands immediately. “Maybe we should check on each other’s progress.”
“Progress? What progress?” She scoffs, standing up and stretching. “Are you so confounded you think I may need progress like a country bumpkin who hasn’t learned to hold a sword until she was sixteen? We highborn have been trained in the art of combat from a tender age, I will let you know. No progress required on perfection.” She picks up her axe and stands to face you, assuming a defensive pose. “At the very least, I am glad I don’t have my old armour anymore. No risk nicking and ruining the steel finish this way,” she grins. “Watching you sparring has been impressive. If you win…” she licks her lips. Is she nervous?
About sparring with you, the silver-haired, cursed outsider?
“… that wine-tasting is on me.”
Oh.
“Well now I can’t lose,” you reply. Maybe Rubida is only showing off a bit. You think. One day you’ll know her enough to peer through her layers, but for now… for now you just have to let swords talk.
“Who are you betting on?” Salicera whispers to Soralisa, who looks at her with wide, scandalised eyes.
“Betting? That’s a barbaric practice better left to the heathens of Frigéia!”
“Soralisa is right,” Master agree. You’re glad he upholds doctrine with such clarity of purpose an— “But if, or rather, when, my pupil wins I’ll treat you to that sparring lesson you asked for, Madama Fors.”
“Really? Go Argia! Kick her aristocratic butt!”
“Master! You can’t use me as bait for your schemes!”
He shrugs.
Rubida scoffs.
“So that’s how it is!” She raises her beautiful head, giving you one of her piercing looks. She somehow manages to look taller than you. “Disrespect, plotting and treason! I shall wash such dirt in blood.”
“Uh… we are using actual weapons, Rubida…I’d rather”
“Oh, Starless Knight. Candente, learn to read the room!”
There’s nothing written anywhere… this is getting even more confusing.
Rubida rolls her eyes.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Candente. Just give me a salute and let’s start…”
This time, you begin with the Lynx. Rubida frowns — it seems she’s not really familiar with this form, but she raises her axe and seems to get ready to take the swing on you.
Let’s put Master’s lessons to the test.
>Combat Roll! Like before. Beat at least ONE of my rolls.>dubs, trips etc apply>you have a 97-100 Nat roll crit range>good luck. 