Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170813151003/@comment-5543592-20190606224808

The blademaster blinked from where he sat in the water, surprised by the turn of events as well, but only off guard for a moment, as his foot flashed out, taking Ollie's legs out from underneath him.

"I thought not." Silas said. "It is a game that teaches strategy.  The best players devise their plan at the start, and spend the entire course of the match executing it.  The bad players... they act impulsively, plan as they go.  They do not stay in the game long."

The door splintered, and then collapsed inward, shards of wood flying to the manor floor. Hirri gave an extra, unnecessary kick just to let the door know how much he hated it.

Inside was a cozy, extravagent manor. Portraits and mirrors hung from the walls, a chandilier from the ceiling, and a long rug invited them in. A grand staircase dominated the side of the foyer, leading to a bedroom. A servant stood halfway between the doorway where they stood, and the halfway he had come from. He immediately turned around and ran the other way, dropping his pile of neatly folded towels.

"Lord Fattah!" Hirri shouted, stepping inside through the broken remains of the door, sword snapping out and chopping a portrait in half. "Lord Fattah, it's Hirri al Din and the 'you're fucked crew!'  We've got some words for you."

Elsewhere in the manor, the way the servant had gone, they could hear someone sit up sharply in a very creaky chair.