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Rolled 18, 5, 11 + 1 = 35 (3d20 + 1)
<span class="mu-s">“I CONFESS MY GUILT.”
A melodious voice rings out in the darkening hall. Stunned, you look back to the revealed arena and find that resourceful Odysseus stands proudly before Philomeides, having leapt upon the sands. The difference in size could hardly be greater – Odysseus is a shorter man amongst the nobility and the wild foreigner is well more than a head taller.
“King Philomeides – it was I, King Odysseus of Ithaka, who smashed your gates and killed your guards – little more than vagrants and bandits, truthfully. I plucked two women from your hard-scrabble town and blessed them with my affections – as is my right as King. My only regret – that your ignorance of civilized custom prevents you from providing us proper hospitality. In Ithaka, I would have treated you to wine and song; pleasant days and nights amongst my people until you had put away your need for eating of substance and the drinking of Dionysian elixir... The greatest of my cattle would have been slaughtered for our enjoyment; the finest products of my vineyards our delight to sample… Why not put aside this mad desire for conflict? Perhaps there are other ways that I might find your forgiveness?" A lascivious glance from Odysseus seals the impression of an effete; a clear provocation, if nothing else.
Odysseus’ voice is infuriatingly smug and somehow also communicates unseriousness – he sounds as a pampered man who has not known hardship or strife. Of course, you realize – this is a calculating effort on his part. You notice that even his posture and gestures are altered – his left foot slightly turned inwards, awkwardly, upon the soft sand of the arena, and he tosses his hair flamboyantly. Philomeides’ wine-slackened features register surprise at the smaller man’s words, before understanding and then finally fury bleeds through:
“You have written your death warrant, soft man. سوف أستمتع بسحقك.” And with that, the foreign King adopts a fluid wrestler’s stance, knees bent, arms hanging low; his inebriation causes him to slip a bit upon the sands as he falls into position. His dark eyes shine in the torchlight, and he simply bellows at an earshattering volume before making a sloppy charge at Odysseus Laertides, kicking up huge sprays of sand in the process. Odysseus has nimbly dropped into his own wrestling stance – you note with interest that there is no sign of fear in the eyes of the King of Ithaka - only resolve.
>I think it would be fun to have you guys roll for Odysseus in this wrestling encounter, so I need THREE rolls of dice+1d20+8. Odysseus is fairly strong naturally and enjoys a significant wrestling performance bonus given his powerful “Odyssean Skillset” trait.
>King Phil would normally enjoy a substantial bonus as well, but he is currently wrestling with only a +1 bonus after being successfully baited by Odysseus.</span>
