Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170912201340/@comment-26446054-20170916112603

ReDquinox wrote: "I have a better idea," Arren said. "How about I fight your best man. If I win, you'll be aware of what kind of asset you just gained. If I lose, well... At least you won't need to buy more supplies, eh?" The leader considered this for a moment, first taken aback, then slightly impressed.

"You're mad. But I won't stop you," he smiled and looked to his back, into a larger tent.

"Koric, go fetch Rorn," he growled.

After Koric ran out carefully on these orders, the Nord led Arren to a sizeable space, on solid grassless ground.

Rorn soon followed, as did a small crowd of interested Nordic men, laughing and deep in small conversations.

Rorn was, well, large. He took off his leather cuirass ("to make it fairer") and there stood a beast's arms on an iron chest, his dull expression almost bored as he peered at his opponent- he wasn't much taller, though, despite all this.

"Let's see if your words are worth anything, new blood," declared the company's commander, stepping back into the crowd to watch. Both Rorn and Arren were now encircled, aside from a wide path leading out of the camp.

The hulking warrior took this as a cue to start stepping forwards.

Rukathesoldier wrote: "I assume by 'swipe' you mean capture. Is there any reason to keep them alive?" "You can capture them if they'll let you, but killing will probably just be easier, minus the cleanup. Maybe we'll get a ransom out of it, maybe they'll be killed anyway. I don't think they're anyone special, and if they are..."

The old man looked at his cask.

"...Then that's not necessarily our problem."