Duel:Roldan v Vargoth

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Roldan is a human and seems to be a knight.

Vargoth is a Half Elf and seems to be a Hedge Mage.


Stakes: Arrest of Roldan against maiming of Vargoth.

Judges: Jerralith, Afli, Xarzith

Result: Roldan wins, 3-0


Kelay Way

Kelay: the most famous part of the land. Something is happening. But you don't know what and by the looks of all the villagers around, and their confused expressions, neither do they. For the moment though it seems relatively calm, whether it is the calm before the storm though is yet to be seen. Perhaps more can be found out in the tavern to the north? Perhaps shelter in the great cities to the east and west could be found as well? You ponder which direction you should take and wonder if it will lead you onto your destiny be that glory, or death.


Roldan stands before the tavern, glittering in his red armor. From head to heel, he is clad in dragonscale and chain, crowned by a helmet of red-enameled steel, the horns of which curve upward from the dragon-face visor, giving the human the appearance of a snarling red dragon. In his left hand he bears a horseman's shield, triangular to a point and crafted of pure dragonbone. In the right, a beacon of flickering flame dances around a long sword blade, gleaming with deadly sharpness. He is afoot, his horse tied to a post near the tavern for now. As soon as he catches sight of Vargoth, the knight marches forward, his long stride eating up the distance between them at a steady pace. Silent as the grave, the human springs into action. Although encumbered by the weight of his armor, Roldan's sword still flicks out, lightning-quick, in a thrust at the mage's stomach. The flames follow the metal, eager to catch clothing or flesh alight. The sword is jerked back just as quickly, however, whether or not it connects with the flesh. It is replaced by a spiked boot, which whips in from the side. As the armor prevents the knight from lifting his leg very high, the kick is aimed for Vargoth's right knee in an attempt to cripple the man.

Vargoth just stands there eyeing up the knight as his black robes flow in the wind with his hood down and mask on show, the mans mask was made out of iron with strange symbols on it. It didn't look to defenseable but he didn't care he stepped foward prepering his mana all into his hands as lightning begins to appear in them, two small balls of the lightning that would try to stick on the person. As he finishes his preperations the mage then decided to check on his foe but thats where he went wrong, his oppenent was already near him and he barely got out of the way by jumping back away from the sword but he couldn't move from the boot so instead one ball at the knee to try and knock its away or damage him a little and one straight at the face. Ether way the boot will still do some damage or break it if the lightning didn't do anything.

Roldan is able to duck away from the magical assault directed at his face, allowing it to pass harmlessly by. However, the second ball strikes his knee, jumping from link to link of the red chainmail there in a painful sizzle, only to be absorbed by the dragon scales above and below. Thrown back by the force of the blow, the human allows only a low grunt to escape his lips in response to the pain. Straightening, Roldan again lurches forward, less gracefully than before and limping, yet with determination. The knight lashes out again with his sword first, battering at Vargoth's side with a sweeping, ugly stroke, heavy enough to slice the mage in half from side to side. There is no deception in this attack, nor indeed much skill; only brute strength. Despite the amount of force put into the blow, however, Roldan recovers quickly, bringing his sword back to a ready position even as he bulls forward, shield held only a foot away from his body, intending to slam the dragonbone into the mage with every ounce of the knight's weight behind it. With luck the two will topple, with Roldan and his heavy armor on top to crush the life from Vargoth.

Vargoth was now thankful to those damn books he read a few days ago but just as he thought he could relax he seen it coming and only had one thing to do, the man jumped backwards but the sword still got him and made a nice cut along his chest. The half-breed was only concentrating on keeping his hand over his wound to stop it from bleeding to much looks up and snarls as the shield comes at him and smacks square on into him and cracking his nose by the sheer force of the shield hitting his mask but he had chance to embrace, so as he hit the floor he rolled out the way of the knight and pulled out a dagger so when he landed he would quickly try to stab him in any weak point he can see but his vision was blurry and he still hand one arm holding his chest wound.

Roldan lands on the ground heavily, the impact stunning him for a moment. Vargoth's dagger skitters across his armor, unheeded until it slips in at a weak point in the chain at his right elbow. Blood spurts, prompting a swift response. He jerks away from the knife and rolls clumsily to his feet. His wounds are slowing him, now, but he still remains focused. The knife wound has left his right arm numb, the sword falling from lifeless fingers. Undaunted, the knight drops his shield and draws the dirk that hangs at his belt. Gathering his strength, Roldan leaps, driving the point of his blade at Vargoth's stomach, ripping it sideways in order to spill his foe's organs out onto the street. As well, his heavy helmet butts out in an attempt to smash the mage's face, mask and all, into a red ruin.

Vargoth in his blurry frenzy just only managed to move away from the dagger but the headbutt he did not expect and his mask cracked and fell in three bits, his face revealed. It was disformed and looked like total agony, it made his face look disgusting and it had made people sick before but the face just screamed as flesh was now being hit by light and it slowly began to burn. The mage could feel his cheek broken from the wack and his wounds now so he did one last desperate thing as he lay there, shot lightning into his dagger and thrust it into the same weak point as he did last time. His aim was dodgy and his vision was wrecked at the moment but he still tried but he might just fail, he was a determined man to do what he thinks is his duty but if he didn't get his torso tended to this could turn fatal.

Roldan's own dagger snaps out with trained expertise, only slowed a little by fatigue, bloodloss, and the unfamiliar left-handed maneuver. He knocks Vargoth's strike away from the injured elbow, allowing the lightning-charged dagger to stick into the leather base of his gloves. The lightning lances into his flesh, giving rise to the stench of burned meat, but numb as the arm is, the knight barely feels the pain. He merely grunts again and pushes away, settling into a wearied crouch as he waits, hoping for his foe to collapse.

(The Maiming)

Roldan, tired and wounded, finds the strength to stagger forward again, slamming into the half elf forcefully, knocking him to the ground. Sheathing his dagger he reaches out, left-handed, to grasp the hilt of his sword. Awkwardly, he raises it, and brings it down. A single chop, and Vargoth's right foot lies in the street, the jagged bone left in his leg soon hidden in the flood of red. Perhaps from compassion, Roldan moves his sword again, pressing the burning blade against the wound to cauterize it, stemming the flow of blood. At a word, the flames subside, and the knight sheathes his sword. Picking up his shield, he mounts his horse and spurs it on, trotting off into the night.