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Date : 10/19/1999 Duedate: 11/15/1999
FRATSFA ARENA
DM-52 TURN-132
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THE DUELMASTER IS
ROTTEN LIVER
OTTO'S PARTS (150)
(52-2902) [8-2-0,109]
Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader
ROTTEN LIVER IXNAY
OTTO'S PARTS (150) CHOSEN FEW (329)
(52-2902) [8-2-0,109] (52-3208) [2-1-0,18]
Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite
BOTULF BOTULF
IN QUEST OF DEATH (307) IN QUEST OF DEATH (307)
(52-2938) [13-10-2,98] (52-2938) [13-10-2,98]
THE CURRENT TOP TEAM
OTTO'S PARTS (150)
TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS
Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team
1. OTTO'S PARTS (150) 28
2. 'THE SPELLBOUND'... (328) 28 IN QUEST OF DEATH (307)
3. CHOSEN FEW (329) 27 Unchartered Team
4. THE FURIOUS FIVE (262) 26
5. FLOWER GIRLS (189) 12 CHOSEN FEW (329)
The Top Teams
Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K
1/ 1 IN QUEST OF DEATH (307) 69 40 5 63.3 1/ 2 OTTO'S PARTS (150) 11 4 1
2/ 2 FLOWER GIRLS (189) 263 176 10 59.9 2/ 1 FLOWER GIRLS (189) 10 4 1
3- 3 STONE PONIES (297) 100 84 8 54.3 3/ 3 THE DARK ONES (285) 8 7 1
4/ 4 THE FURIOUS FIVE (262) 100 91 4 52.4 4/ 8 DARK RAIDERS (78) 7 7 0
5/ 5 CARNIVAL (148) 54 56 3 49.1 5/ 5 THE FURIOUS FIVE (262) 6 9 1
6- 6 RESURRECTION CO. (151) 43 48 5 47.3 6/ 7 CARNIVAL (148) 5 6 0
7/ 7 DARK RAIDERS (78) 76 85 3 47.2 7/ 4 IN QUEST OF DEATH (307) 4 5 0
8/ 8 OTTO'S PARTS (150) 116 131 6 47.0 8/ 9 HOLY ALLIANCE (257) 3 3 0
9/ 9 HOLY ALLIANCE (257) 94 109 2 46.3 9/10*CHOSEN FEW (329) 3 7 1
10/10 THE DARK ONES (285) 72 89 5 44.7 10/11*'THE SPELLBOUND'.. (328) 3 7 0
11/12*CHOSEN FEW (329) 4 9 1 30.8 11- 6 STONE PONIES (297) 1 2 0
12/11*'THE SPELLBOUND'.. (328) 8 19 0 29.6 12-12 RESURRECTION CO. (151) 0 6 0
'*' Unchartered team '-' Team did not fight this turn
(###) Avoid teams by their Team Id ##/## This turn's/Last turn's rank
TEAM SPOTLIGHT
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Frafrejan Empire #18 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
In the forest south of Fratsfa:
Father Bankowski stared at the woman--demoness, probably--blankly for a moment.
Her beauty was as stunning as a blow on the head--no, not beauty, desirability. He
assembled some of his scattered wits and croaked, "Sister?"
"Golden Fever," she said, moving closer with a languid, hip-swaying grace. "I'm
much more interesting than she is, and I can give you...anything...you desire...."
Her voice dropped to a husky purr.
Bankowski backed up hastily, sweating, and made the sign of Mantor in the air
between them.
"Theletaud!" she spat. "Vraes ke naul vredon!"
The ground heaved at her feet and something--larger than a bread box, the priest
thought almost hysterically, but smaller than a cooking stove--emerged. Its shape was
hard to define, but it seemed more serpentine than otherwise. But it was not black,
as he had expected, but golden, bright and hot as molten metal. It moved quickly,
describing a circle around him.
The woman smiled, a curling of her lips that revealed the pointed teeth. "I
curse you with the golden shadow," she said, "so that everyone who meets you will know
you are the sole holder of the key to a fortune beyond the wildest dreams, and you
will never be able to convince them otherwise!"
It didn't take much imagination to realize what such a curse would do to him, if
it was real. "Why have you done this, woman?" he asked.
"You insult me, threaten me, and are surprised that I strike back?" she demanded,
feigning indignation. Her ruby lips curled again. "It will amuse me to see the
violence and destruction that will follow you wherever you go, priest."
"Mantor shall be my shield," he answered.
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Frafrejan Empire #19 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Ardivent:
It was natural that Wise Old Fandil, as one of the most prominent managers of
Ardivent, should be on good terms with the Arenamistress. He had no difficulty
getting himself and the two Lady Protectors an interview. Scarlet Fever was surprised
to see that Arenamistress Fandette bore a distinct resemblance to her host!
Noting the startled look, Fandette said, "Distant cousins, but it is rather
striking, isn't it? Now, what can I do for you?"
"You have noted, as I have, the disappearance of certain gladiators who attempted
to enter retirement by way of the Dark Arena," Fandil began.
"`Attempted'?"
"The matter is more serious than we had hoped. Lady Protector Scarlet Fever of
Zensu has brought us word regarding the ultimate fate of at least some of the
disappearances."
"Not the ultimate fate, sir," Scarlet broke in. "Say rather, the intermediate
fate, because I suspect that the ultimate end has not yet been reached."
"Well noted," Fandil said approvingly. "The immediate or intermediate fate,
then, is that the gladiators enter a sort of dark twin of the regular arena system,
something more grim than even the Delarquan version. Those who were retired early for
complete lack of appropriate talent are killed--"
"Sacrificed to some god, maybe Kjarran, but maybe not," Scarlet added. "Father
Bankowski thought not, that some other god which he didn't recognize might be
involved. Or demons, of course."
"Of course," Fandette said, grimacing. "A pretty picture for what was to be the
most humane branch of the gladiatorial system!"
"It's abominable," Stepharoo said, figuring she'd been quiet long enough. "We
have to get up a party of adventurers and--"
"More information, first, my dear," Fandil said firmly. "Those without skill
die. Those of moderate skill--?"
"They're set to fighting each other in death duels for the amusement the
organizers of this plot. Some die, but there are others that disappeared while Father
Bankowski and I were there that may not have died. We aren't sure what happened to
them."
"There I can give information to you, I think," Fandette observed. "Some
warriors who belong to that group, the moderately skilled, who had been listed as
missing, did eventually turn up again. Questioning them was useless, they were
affected by a partial but obstinate amnesia, probably of magical origin."
"Ah. At least they lived," Scarlet said. "I hope they bear no hidden commands
set to go off in the future--it would be like the leading magician of the group to do
some such thing. Well, the highly skilled--"
"Those who went to the Dark Arena on receiving their Invitation to the Isle and
lost that fight."
"Right--"
"Not all disappeared. And of those who were out of sight, for some it was a very
brief period, a few days only," Fandette stated.
"Father Bankowski has given a lot of thought to this question, more than I did,"
Scarlet admitted. "He thinks that the organizers are seeking Lord Protectors they can
bend to their will, either by magic or by simple recruiting. What they want them for,
we couldn't guess, but a group of Lord Protectors, even a small one, guided by the
like of Hermes of Zensu and Orbenj of Fratsfa is something to make my blood run cold.
They must be stopped."
"Easier said than done," Fandette and Fandil said simultaneously. Fandil smiled
and gestured for the Arenamistress to continue. "We suspect that there is one bad
apple in our Dark Arena, but I haven't been able to find out who. Not for sure.
There are three or four it might be...."
"And it doesn't have to be one of them who `kills' the missing gladiators,
either, I bet," Stepharoo suggested.
"True. It could be someone in the Infirmary, even, perhaps, someone totally
without official connection with the arena."
"But if they only take people who are sent to the Dark Arena, it'd be hard to get
inside the system to find out what's going on," Stepharoo said slowly, "unless...."
"Oh, no, Stepharoo, I can guess what you're thinking, and the answer is no,"
Fandil said sharply.
She smiled at him. "Nonsense! It'd be fun. Next time a woman goes to the Dark
Arena, someone about my size, I mean, I can pose as her--"
"The risks are terrible, worse than you realize!" Scarlet interrupted. "They
have a powerful magician, a master of the darkest arts--"
"Well, old Fandil isn't exactly helpless," Steph argued. "What if he--or
somebody else on our side--puts a spell on me first that will protect me without
seeming to?"
"That is totally crazy," Fandette declared. "Let's try it."
*** ***** *** ***** ***
"Yeah, but Tess Turbo didn't go to the Dark Arena," Stepharoo pointed out.
"A mere detail," Arenamistress Fandette said, dismissing it with an airy wave.
"We've got Master Cho to do illusions, and it will look like she did go." The
arenamistress leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment. "The
Dark Champion, I think--"
"You think he's the traitor?" Scarlet Fever asked.
"And will Master Cho do anything like that? He's Adantri, and you know how they
feel about magic--" Steph interrupted.
"Haven't a clue," Fandette said to Scarlet. "But he's a likely one. Close-
mouthed bastard, and no one will be surprised if he defeats a graduating warrior. As
for Master Cho, I think he will, for a good cause."
"People might be surprised if he really `kills' one of Technogeek's warriors,
though!" Stepharoo said suddenly.
"Accidents happen, but graduated warriors are always resurrected. That is, their
bodies are shipped to the Isle and raised there," Fandette corrected herself. "It'd
give any traitor a fine chance to `steal' you."
"Uh, what if I win?" Steph asked, trying to look modest. "I'm not bad, you
know."
"What about a drug to slow you down?" Fandette suggested. "After all, everybody
knows Tess made enemies, so that won't surprise anybody. Of course, then I'd have to
do at least the form of an investigation--can't have people drugging gladiators...."
"It just gets more and more complicated, doesn't it?" Fandil said dryly. "Surely
there is a simpler way to handle this?"
"If so, I haven't thought of one," Scarlet Fever said. "And the gods know I've
tried."
"We could investigate the sources of income for all the Dark Arena warriors,"
Fandil began. "It would take a little time, of course, but--"
"But what if somebody else falls into the trap in the meantime?" Steph asked.
"I'm willing to do it, and I'm the one putting it all on the line, so what's the
problem?"
"Even though you have graduated, my dear," Fandil explained patiently, "I have a
responsibility for you. It would ill become me to thrust you into so chancy a
situation."
"So who's thrusting? I volunteered!"
Kati-Tei:
"I've never been much for going to bars," Selatina said doubtfully.
"Teetotaler?" Raef asked.
She smiled a little shyly. "Nobody asked me," she corrected, "and I didn't like
to go alone."
"Perhaps we won't need to," Lady Protector Crystal Fireblade said briskly. "We
may find out what we need to know from the arena staff."
"If the arena staff knew what was going on," Raef pointed out, "we wouldn't need
to investigate anything."
"They may know without knowing, or rather, without putting together separate
facts and adding them up," the Lady Protector said. "We can't be sure until we ask
around."
"And maybe not then!" Selatina said. "If they don't know what they know, how can
we know when they've told us?"
"Let's not get too tangled up in words here," the Lady Protector warned. She led
the way around the curving outer wall of the arena to one of the doors that the paying
customers seldom noticed: the Infirmary exit. "We'll start by asking natural
questions--"
"Like what happened to Karandel's body," Selatina said, naming a teammate of hers
who had died in the arena recently. "We were all set to hold his funeral--the team
got him the loveliest wreath--and there was no body! Sonya--our manager--is pretty
mad about it."
"A good starting point," the Lady Protector said. She pushed open the heavy
door.
Selatina didn't like the smell of the Infirmary section; it reminded her too
strongly of her losses in the arena and how close she'd come to death more than once.
She supposed that once you got to be a Lady Protector, you didn't mind things like
that any more, but that was a long way into her future, if at all.
*** ***** *** ***** ***
"Dead is dead," the orderly said. "We've got plenty to do just keeping the
injured ones alive. Deaders go to the morgue, and I don't know what happens to them
after that." He pulled them out of the main hallway into an alcove to let another
group of people pass; the Infirmary section and adjacent areas were very busy on fight
days.
"Who's that?" Raef whispered, his eyes following the small group that marched--
that was the only word for it--past. They might be foreigners, but it was impossible
to tell for sure because they were wearing their cloaks pulled closed around their
bodies with the hoods hiding their faces. Black wool cloaks, a gleam of red inside
the hoods--they looked a little like managers, although those heavy boots seemed out
of character.
The orderly shrugged. "They're off the Pozemon, most likely," he said. "Seems
like they're usually in port on fight days."
"Spectators? What're they doing down here?"
"Dunno. They always come in this way. Look, I gotta get back to work," the
orderly said. He accepted the gratuity Crystal offered and hurried off down a cross-
hall.
"I could stand to know more about this Pozemon," Raef said.
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #24 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Deadpool watched from above as Cable marched into the office of General Kyrican.
His former manager-turned-friend had a blank look on his face, as if being there
didn't concern him in the least. Kyrican rose from behind his desk as the larger man
entered, Deadpool was enjoying the vantage that the Crow's hidden passages provided.
Kyrican smiled disarmingly as he took Cable's hand and they exchanged the time honored
test of strength with a brief handshake. Deadpool noted Cable's reaction to Kyrican's
strong grip more than he noticed Kyrican's reaction. Deadpool knew how strong Cable
was...sometimes he thought he'd known it too well.
Cable took a seat across the Aruaki headmaster's desk when Kyrican offered. He
nodded in thanks, but didn't speak. The large man was doing his level best to appear
disinterested, and Deadpool was himself almost convinced. Deadpool felt a bit of
jealousy as Kyrican offered Cable a fine cigar from a dark wood case. Imported from
the Karnhorn Empire, from the look of the decorative box. Cable accepted and lit the
stogie with one of the dwarven matches he always carried.
Kyrican appeared calm, and even friendly, as Cable lit the cigar. The Aruaki
took his seat in the large chair behind his desk, molding easily into its familiar
confines. Deadpool thought he looked too comfortable for a traitor, for that is what
Cable still suspected of the man who had once conspired with Rirorni against King
Mickael. Deadpool had no reason not to believe in his friend's assessment, but that
was why they were really here. They needed to find out what was going on with Kyrican
and the rest of Tarrgir's council. The best way, near as Cable could figure, would be
to get a position ON that council. Deadpool chuckled inwardly and had to stifle a
laugh at the thought of the stiff necked Cable in the role of politician.
"Welcome once again, Nathan Dayspring," Kyrican said, breaking the silence, but
not the tension. "It has been many years since last I saw you here, in the walls of
my Academy. They have been kind to you."
"I'm happy to be here, General Kyrican," Cable replied, taking a long draw off
his cigar. A light flashed in Cable's eye, a sure sign to Deadpool that he wasn't
pleased to be here.
Kyrican smiled, a warm smile that was somehow condescending. "Your son's
graduation, I believe, was...."
"I'd really rather not talk about that, if you don't mind," Cable said, cutting
in on Kyrican's pleasantries. "I'm a busy man, and I have a campaign to be running,
as you well know. Please, get to the point, as I'm sure you have pressing matters as
well."
Deadpool winced at Cable's lack of diplomacy, which was exactly what he'd feared
in "Nathan Dayspring, Politician". He wasn't alone in discomfort, as Kyrican's ears
had turned red and his eyes were narrowed. "Very well, Nathan," Kyrican replied, his
voice dripping with venom.
"And it's Lord Dayspring, General," Cable interjected, interrupting once again.
Kyrican was fairly fuming now, his ears and cheeks heavily red and his voice a
little bit shaky. "My apologies, milord," he said with the slightest nod of his head.
"I meant no offence, and will come to the point."
Deadpool tensed as he felt a presence behind him. Spinning silently, he drew a
dagger from a wrist sheath and held it back along his forearm. There, below his
vantage from a small shelf above the bookcase access door, stood a woman, tall and
slender, wearing the blacks and grays of an assassin. Deadpool recognized her as one
of his superiors in the Guild, but what was she doing here?
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #25 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Near Tronsha, halfway between Andor and Fratsfa:
Mickeal was glad the ditch wasn't muddy. He rolled up onto one knee, drawing
his sword and raising his head slowly to peer through the tangled grasses that edged
the ditch. There was no one in sight--Khazakh had taken cover somewhere, probably
close by, and the sniper was not visible. Their horses had wandered a little way on
down the road, and the rest of his party was not in sight; they'd fallen behind, but
he didn't know how far.
Now what?
His own impulse was to go after the sniper. He hadn't been paying close
attention but thought the ditch had run along the road for some distance, and there
was a curve not too far back that would make it possible to get to the other side of
the road without exposing himself.... Of course, the sniper might be moving, too.
And, of course, pursuing assassins was not supposed to be part of the king's job.
Even when it was the king who was attacked. This wouldn't be the first time he'd
found his job irksome.
Where was Khazakh?
*** ***** *** ***** ***
Khazakh was belly down in the grasses in an area where no reasonable man would
try to conceal himself. There didn't appear to be cover enough for a rabbit. Which
just showed how little most people knew about concealment. His clothing was of a
color and pattern that would blend in with nearly anything, his slow, careful
movements those of a man who had successfully hunted the extremely wary winter-wolves
of his homeland.
The sniper had been behind a clump of wild berry canes at the roadside, but
Khzakh was not so foolish as to suppose the man had stayed there. Still, he had
assessed the probable routes of escape--to the front, onto the road, was clearly out,
and to the rear, so far as he could tell from here, there were more brambles, possibly
an impenetrable wall of them, from the look of things. To the sniper's right was an
open area on the bank of a small stream. The left, back along the road, was the most
logical way for the man to move. Also, the curve of the road there would allow the
sniper to get to their side of the road unseen, and if he planned to try again, that
would be a good move on his part.
He wanted to pursue the man, catch him and ask him questions, but his primary job
was defending the king. He began to edge toward the ditch.
Skaithvarn:
"Your name is Omavo?" Senator Dole asked. At the Ventan's startled nod, he went
on, "And you're our jailer?"
The young Ventan shrugged. "I guess," he muttered. His gaze, which had wandered
to Bonner Springs, was definitely admiring.
"Rather quiet out here--"
"Vasvo's going to be the death of us!" the young man exclaimed suddenly. It was
as though the Senator's sympathetic presence had pulled a cork or unlocked a door.
Words poured from him as he told of the Ventan leader's insistence that all non-Ventan
were enemies, of his policy of petty theft (or major theft if the chance offered) in
the villages they passed through, of the intimidation of farmers with hints at curses,
and even of real curses sometimes laid on those who annoyed the leader. "We never
have a chance to settle down, never get to be friends with anyone," Omavo finished,
"not even other Ventan! Everyone's an enemy to Vasvo."
"Things are otherwise in the world at large," the Senator said, as though musing
to himself. "Oh, there is trouble, there are enemies, but there are friends and good
times, too. Educational opportunities...chances for young men to meet young women and
get friendly...chances for a young man to choose his own road and walk it freely...."
"Chances for others, maybe," Omavo said bitterly, "but not for a Ventan."
"Chances for a Ventan, too, perhaps," the Senator said, his voice soft and
insinuating, "if he were to leave those who confine his life and had a friend or two
to introduce him into new circles. I know a lot of people who would welcome a young
man of promise...."
"Omavo! Omavo, where are you? What's taking you so long?" The voice was
Vasvo's, and at the sound of it approaching the barn door, the young man jumped, then
turned away quickly, hurrying to meet his leader just outside the barn. The prisoners
couldn't hear what words were exchanged, but Vasvo's bullying, complaining, critical
tone was clear.
"He may listen to your blandishments," the woman in the next stall said quietly.
"Lady Elida of Ulmurvian, I presume?" Senator Dole said, bowing courteously. "I
am Senator Dole of Amen-Tei in the Andorian League, and this is my assistant, Lady
Protector Bonner Springs. We've come to rescue you."
"By getting yourselves captured?" she asked in a tone between laughing and
crying.
"Whatever it takes to do the job, fair lady," the manager said. "There are many
options open to us, and young Omavo is only one of them."
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #26 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Report from the Academy
"And to what do I owe this honor?" Deadpool said through clenched teeth. He was
voicing a question but it sounded more like an accusation. He slipped silently down
form the ledge, and landed between the woman and the hidden door behind Kyrican's
large bookshelf. He still held his dagger at the ready, but worried over having left
his sword at home. The woman was wearing her warhammer easily on her belt, and he'd
heard horror stories about how well she wielded it.
"You're working Kyrican?" she replied evenly. Her accent was smoothly
Convincian, though Deadpool had known her to sound Elvish or Delarquan when needed.
She was a master of disguise, though he had no idea what she really looked like. Her
only truly identifying feature was the intricately woven raven that appeared somewhere
in all her clothing. His trained eye had spotted it immediately, even in the dimness
of the secret halls of the Academy.
Deadpool shifted uneasily under her careful scrutiny, unsure if he was supposed
to answer. One raised eyebrow from the woman known only as Raven was indication
enough for him. "Ever since the Crow went back to work directly out of the Guild,
I've been here," he answered.
Raven smiled at him, a warm smile designed to set aside his defenses and lower
his guard. It didn't work, but he made it look as if it had, sheathing his dagger and
leaning casually against the wall. He kept his legs ready to spring away if
necessary. He hoped it wouldn't be.
"I'm here to relieve you of that duty," she said with the same smile, her
expression not changing in the slightest. "You are being reassigned on escort duty.
There is a letter to be taken to a courier south of here. I want you escorting the
courier from Tarrgir to the meeting place, and then you are to tail the second courier
once he has the dispatch. I want you to make sure he meets a gruesome end just
outside Aruak City. Very public, but do not be seen. The note must arrive at the
Gates, but the courier must be killed to set an example of our intentions."
Deadpool looked at Raven in silence. It occurred to him that perhaps she was
setting him up, and he didn't like that feeling. He'd been a member of the AAG since
well before he became a gladiator, and without exception he'd always been able to
trust his superiors. For the first time in his career, he did not trust a superior;
he was, in fact, afraid of a superior. That bothered him more than he realized. "Why
me?" he dared to ask.
Raven continued smiling, as it had been obvious to her that she'd brought doubt
into Deadpool's mind. Deadpool shifted uncomfortably beneath her scrutiny, moving
from one foot to the other, obviously nervous about this new assignment. "Because you
are here, and so is the letter in question," she said easily. "The warrior called
Bullwhip will be the courier. He's bright enough, and a former instructor at the
Academy, so he makes the perfect Pigeon. That's his code name, by the way."
"Real subtle," Deadpool said dryly. "I suppose you want him to take the blame,
as well then...the Fall Pigeon, as it were...."
Raven's smile didn't change, which unnerved Deadpool further. Not even a
brightening in the eyes at his lighthearted banter. "Keep him alive at all costs,
until the deed is done. The courier in Seam is officially sanctioned by the Guild.
You have you orders, fulfill them and you shall be rewarded beyond your wildest
dreams."
Deadpool was once again taken aback by her words; Guild members were paid, but on
salary, not bonuses and certainly not commissions. Their work was for the Crown
alone, and not for hire. He bowed to hide the confusion he was sure stood plainly
evident upon his face. "I live only to serve Ahringol and my King, milady, and you as
his majesty's agent," he replied smoothly.
When he rose from his bow, Raven was gone. A single black feather floated gently
to the floor, but Deadpool himself was gone by the time it touched down. He had a lot
to think about before he found Bullwhip the Pigeon and set out for Seam.
Too many things were changing to quickly for his liking.
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #27 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Near Tronsha, halfway between Andor and Fratsfa:
Minutes trickled by, slow as fate. Crouched in the leafy ditch, Mickeal began to
get angry. Really angry. There should be people around--farmers, travelers, his
escort. This was not a howling wilderness! Khazakh he was not worried about; the
gladiator's loyalty and competence were not in doubt. But the prolonged absence of
the escort that should have been with him and had still not appeared was suspicious.
More than suspicious--
A crackling of leaves behind him made him turn. Standing above him on the far
bank of the ditch was Traal Saru, head of Palace Security in Andor, and he was flanked
by two members of the Royal Guard.
"Behold the Warrior King," Saru said in a voice of savage mockery, "hiding in a
ditch!"
Now that the waiting had passed and the time for action arrived, Mickeal's anger
dropped from him. He stood, genuinely calm now, and brushed leaves from his clothing.
"So you are the traitor," he said conversationally. "How brave of you to come after
me with only two men to back you up."
Saru paled. "You think I don't dare face you?" he demanded. With a sweep of his
arms, he drove the two Guardsmen back, then drew his sword. "I fear no hothouse
flower!"
"A fool as well as a traitor, I see," Mickeal said calmly. He moved toward the
edge of the ditch to climb up to Saru's level.
*** ***** *** ***** ***
Khazakh crouched beside a thin bush. He had heard Mickeal's challenge with
approval and turned his attention to the two soldiers. If they attempted to intervene
beside their treacherous leader, he would kill them. But in Mickeal's challenge he
saw a man worthy of respect, and in a duel between Mickeal and Saru, an evenly matched
pair of men, he would be merely an observer. He would not insult the king by
intruding...unless Saru attempted further treachery--
As Mickeal reached for an exposed root to hoist himself to ground level, while
his head was still even with Saru's knees, the traitor suddenly lunged forward, his
sword sweeping out. Khazakh half rose, his own blade springing into his grip. But
Mickeal might have been expecting the move, so quickly did he respond. He ducked
under the whistling blade and grabbed Saru's sword wrist, pulling the man--already off
balance with his lunge--down into the ditch.
"Treacherous in one thing, treacherous in all," Mickeal said with satisfaction as
Saru scrambled to his feet and backed away. "You do your side no service by exposing
your cowardice and lack of honor."
A glance at the two soldiers, who looked surprised and disapproving, assured
Khazakh that this was so. It seemed unlikely that they would now even think of
cutting in to aid Saru, unless they were traitors themselves...and he didn't believe
they were. Misled by a plausible man in authority over them, more likely.
Mickeal had drawn his sword now and was advancing along the ditch bottom toward
Saru. The gladiator's eyebrows rose. This was not the same sword Mickeal had carried
in Andor, though the scabbard was the same and the hilts nearly identical. Adantri
work, he thought: at least, the blade was of dark metal inlaid with symbols in silver,
after the Adantri style. There was a shimmer like starshine on the steel. As well if
it should be a magic blade, the minotaur realized, frowning, for Saru's blade, too,
had an abnormal aspect. It looked oily, with rainbow gleams running up and down the
flat and a strange glitter along the edges.
Skaithvarn:
"Well, then, what do we do?" the S'varni woman asked. She indicated the barred
gates that turned the stalls into cells. "How do we get out? And when we're out,
what then? Vasvo may sound like a ranting fool, but he's a Ventan. Magic is his
natural element, and he will have spells to stop us, or track us, or--"
"Vasvo may be a magician," Senator Dole said. "I don't argue that, but he's a
man first. And men...can be defeated." He smiled blandly and glanced at Bonner
Springs.
She flushed with embarrassment and annoyance. "Oh, no! Really, Senator, I
couldn't--!"
"You will need to do nothing at all," he assured her. "The whole thing will
happen in Vasvo's mind, my dear."
*** ***** *** ***** ***
Not too far from the abandoned farm, a flying carpet, wobbling out of control,
dumped its three passengers into a field overgrown with brambles. Freed of its
burden, the carpet flapped a couple of times in mid air, then collapsed.
"What the hell?" demanded a Shew as he picked himself up out of the thorny canes.
"The twists of Fate are beyond human comprehension," a woman observed
breathlessly, picking leaves out of her hair.
"Our carpet was following the wrong wizard's signal," Tynileaus Shadowwood
stated. He looked around and spotted the carpet draped over a clump of brambles.
"Shall we try it agi--"
"No," the Shew, Dillan the Dog said firmly. "I begin to understand why Zathrus
wanted nothing further to do with it. Let's try walking for a while; it's safer."
"It might be interesting to explore the immediate vicinity," Tynileaus agreed.
"I would like to know what the carpet homed in on. There must be a wizard, or
something strongly magical, in the immediate vicinity."
Somewhere in the Karnhorn Empire:
Tankesh crawled farther under the bush, then turned to look out at the rain-
dripping day. He could no longer hear the patrol they were evading--or hoped they
were evading--but he had no doubt the Karnhorns were out there somewhere. He glanced
around, hoping to spot the High Priestess of Serimna, but couldn't see her. Probably
she was under another bush. If he'd realized that being the Champion of Serimna was
going to mean spending so much time on his belly in the mud under one or another
bush--it felt as though he'd been under every bush in the Karnhorn Empire--he might
have.... No, he wouldn't have refused the job. Any job that Tankesh Dushanbe
couldn't handle was beyond mortal ability by a long shot.
It would be interesting, in an academic sort of way, to know where he was right
now. Somewhere north of the road connecting Murska with Zuwayza, he was pretty sure,
but beyond that.... He just hoped the guides which the High Prietess kept finding
knew where they were! And where they wanted to go.
Somewhere in the Aruaki Clanhold:
The inn was called The Dancing Mare, and it was, to put it mildly, low. Llud and
Belana found themselves in the company of as fine a collection of thieves and
cutthroats as the Aruaki Clanhold could offer. The two gladiators had settled in
without difficulty, unless you counted a few trifling incidents such as when Llud
caught a man going through their possessions and threw him out the second story window
of their room--without opening the window first, or when Belana beat up two men who
thought she was a light woman, killing one (she broke his neck) and maiming the other.
But the company at The Dancing Mare took these incidents in stride and welcomed Llud
and Belana as worthy companions.
The most important of the outlaws was a man called Galpur, and after the last
incident (which involved Llud hanging the innkeeper by his heels over the stair
railing while Belana went through the man's pockets, due to a disagreement as to the
price of a room in the Mare), Galpur invited the two to join him at his private table
for a drink and a meal.
"My treat," Galpur said expansively, and smiled, showing several gold teeth.
"Now, you're a fine pair, you are. Coming here and fitting right in, as they say.
You might be just the pair I need. I," he added, with some pride, "am what you might
call the King of the Thieves hereabouts."
"King of Thieves in Harn?" Llud asked sarcastically. Harn was the name of the
village where the Mare was located, with a population of some six hundred people; it
was about ten miles east of Aruak City. "There's an honor!"
Galpur flushed but kept his smile, now rather fixed and fierce. "The director
always stands back from the action," he said. "Maybe you're too young to know that
yet. I have a job I think you two can handle--a little matter of a man who's outlived
his life, as you might say--"
"What about the Assassins' Guild?" Belana asked. "I've heard they don't like
free-lancers."
"This is a sanctioned kill," Galpur said coldly. "You'll take the job, and
you'll do it right. See that man over by the fireplace?" He gestured slightly, and
one of the loungers near the fireplace sketched a half-bow. "He'll be your conductor
--you can call him Shurry. He'll supply you with whatever you need in the way of
information or tools--"
"What if we don't take the job?" Llud asked.
"Then he'll kill you."
SPY REPORT
You elder fighters surely remember me. The younger ones may call me Olaf
Modeen. I return to FRATSFA once again! Biff! Pow! FRATSFA watched with glee as
FLOWER GIRLS got knocked off top spot by OTTO'S PARTS! Phhbltt! Too much drinking
and too little dodging gave STONE PONIES a 0-0-0! I got a good laugh out of it! Up
'n down. Up 'n down. Rankings always change. Up 'n down. I think I'm gonna be...
Well, DARK RAIDERS' 4th moved them up to 3-2-0 place. What's with JULIO? He
actually beat FRATSFA's POLITE BEGGAR, and walked away with 16 more points from the
fight. Laughs were big at FLOWER GIRLS while they watched SWEET PEA clobber SHADOW.
She lost 6 points and got bruised from objects thrown from the stands. LUSTRA was
reminded on the sands why DESPAIR is Duelmaster. Advice to fighters with a 1
will--give up fighting!
Speaking of cowardly avoiders and unfair challenges... FRATSFA thinks CARNIVAL
and their 54-56-3 is too much! If at first you don't succeed, give up... In my day,
no team with a 54-55-3 would scare me off! What's the problem, FLOWER GIRLS? How
well I know the feeling of being the most challenged warrior, BRAIN TUMOR! Don't
make idle boasts, they may come back to haunt you. FRIER didn't quite know what to
make of a challenge he received from DARK ANGEL of THE DARK ONES, who is 20 points
below him. DARK ANGEL perhaps got hers just desserts, seeing as she was beat by
FRIER and ended up with 81 recognition points.
Warriors of FRATSFA unite. You have only your games to lose! BLACK WIDOW, with
hers forgettable 5-4-1, was put to death by PYROTECHNICIAN in a forgettable match.
THE DARK ONES didn't seem to mind very much. BLACK WIDOW larned hers lesson
(PYROTECHNICIAN taught it well), and we right likely won't be seein' 'im fight any
THE FURIOUS FIVE members with the same gusto. Is it my imagination, or are fighters
getting younger every day? To die so young, so gloriously!
Who knows what the future holds for a warrior. More fights, there's no doubt.
FRATSFA is a nice place to live, but I don't like to live in nice places. I don't
want to overstay my welcome...-- Olaf Modeen
DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
ROTTEN LIVER 2902 8 2 0 109 OTTO'S PARTS (150)
CHALLENGER CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-GRANDALF 3073 16 3 0 122 IN QUEST OF DEATH (307)
-BEOWULF BREITLING 2937 15 4 0 114 IN QUEST OF DEATH (307)
DISSIDENT 2369 26 12 0 104 THE FURIOUS FIVE (262)
FRIER 2920 18 11 0 100 HOLY ALLIANCE (257)
BOTULF 2938 13 10 2 98 IN QUEST OF DEATH (307)
ULVERIC 3074 16 6 3 93 IN QUEST OF DEATH (307)
BRAIN TUMOR 2584 16 8 0 93 OTTO'S PARTS (150)
CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-CEREBRUS II 892 12 9 1 87 RESURRECTION CO. (151)
THE BLOODLETTER 2834 15 13 2 83 THE DARK ONES (285)
DARK ANGEL 2946 12 13 1 81 THE DARK ONES (285)
CRAFTY CARNATION 3172 6 2 0 80 FLOWER GIRLS (189)
CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
LUSTRA 2674 9 11 0 76 THE FURIOUS FIVE (262)
HUR 2919 10 19 0 75 HOLY ALLIANCE (257)
TVEBULT KVAHLE 2939 9 14 0 73 IN QUEST OF DEATH (307)
CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-ARGON II 1051 7 7 3 66 RESURRECTION CO. (151)
-RAZZBERRY 1137 11 6 0 65 CARNIVAL (148)
BLOODDANCER 2906 13 14 0 63 THE DARK ONES (285)
WHACKING WILLOW 3167 9 2 1 58 FLOWER GIRLS (189)
RAVISHING REDBUD 3197 6 1 0 58 FLOWER GIRLS (189)
ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
PYROTECHNICIAN 2847 5 7 1 53 THE FURIOUS FIVE (262)
-TESSA 3131 7 5 0 52 STONE PONIES (297)
BLIGHT 2163 9 9 0 50 DARK RAIDERS (78)
-IVERSON 3157 7 3 0 43 STONE PONIES (297)
SWEET PEA 3198 5 1 0 43 FLOWER GIRLS (189)
BLOODY NOSE 3175 4 3 0 43 OTTO'S PARTS (150)
-PLUGGER II 987 9 9 0 42 RESURRECTION CO. (151)
-RING TOSSE 3162 7 6 0 36 CARNIVAL (148)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-CHUCKLES 3160 8 5 0 33 CARNIVAL (148)
LONGARMOFTHELAW 3218 3 0 1 30 OTTO'S PARTS (150)
INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-CLANCY 3209 3 0 0 23 STONE PONIES (297)
FAMINE 2520 4 6 0 22 DARK RAIDERS (78)
HELL BENT 3176 5 4 0 21 THE DARK ONES (285)
-JAMEL THOMAS 3189 1 1 0 19 STONE PONIES (297)
ADAM'S APPLE 3203 3 3 0 18 OTTO'S PARTS (150)
-VILA 3132 2 6 0 18 HOLY ALLIANCE (257)
IXNAY 3208 2 1 0 18 CHOSEN FEW (329)
-SHAVISHTAR II 1496 3 1 1 17 RESURRECTION CO. (151)
JULIO 3226 1 0 1 16 CHOSEN FEW (329)
ELONIA 3206 1 2 0 16 CHOSEN FEW (329)
SHADOW 2590 4 2 0 15 DARK RAIDERS (78)
-MONTY 3210 1 2 0 15 STONE PONIES (297)
-OYA 3166 1 1 0 10 HOLY ALLIANCE (257)
-SMALL GORE II 3134 1 0 0 10 RESURRECTION CO. (151)
'DRACCO SILASSON' I 3193 1 6 0 9 'THE SPELLBOUND'... (328)
CY-LUTH 3224 1 0 0 9 'THE SPELLBOUND'... (328)
AGONY 3219 1 1 0 8 DARK RAIDERS (78)
MAL-RAH 3223 1 0 0 6 'THE SPELLBOUND'... (328)
STRING BEAN JEAN 3220 1 1 0 4 THE FURIOUS FIVE (262)
FIONA 3204 0 3 0 3 CHOSEN FEW (329)
TORI 3207 0 2 0 2 CHOSEN FEW (329)
ACID JED 3227 0 1 0 1 THE FURIOUS FIVE (262)
-GIGGLING DICE 3221 0 1 0 1 CARNIVAL (148)
'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.
THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge?
POLITE BEGGAR 4 0 1 0 1 JULIO 3226 132 NONE
TAHL-RETH KA-IN 3192 1 5 0 'THE SPELLBOUND'. 328 DARK CHAMPION 24 132 NONE
AH AN-ZAIR 3194 2 2 0 'THE SPELLBOUND'. 328 DARK CHAMPION 24 132 NONE
BASHIER 3233 0 1 0 CARNIVAL 148 WURM KIN 27 132 NONE
BOFFO 860 7 10 2 CARNIVAL 148 THE BLOODLETTER 2834 128 NOT REVE
GLEE MAN 3164 6 5 0 CARNIVAL 148 WHACKING WILLOW 3167 131
GWEN 3205 0 1 0 CHOSEN FEW 329 LONGARMOFTHELAW 3218 130
BLACK WIDOW 3177 5 4 1 THE DARK ONES 285 PYROTECHNICIAN 2847 132
OWEN MEANEY 3201 3 2 0 THE FURIOUS FIVE 262 BLACK WIDOW 3177 131 JUST REV
PERSONAL ADS
Carny -- Thanks for the luck, you seem to be doing well. Therefore, I hope we do not
meet on the sands. I do not wish to lose. -- The Overseer, Chosen Few
Starry Astral -- Your horoscope said to befriend a rabid fox. It seems it put us all
in the infirmary for a turn. Thanks, any more advice? -- The Overseer, mgr. Chosen
Few
Wreaker -- We may be across the sands from each other but I do not think we are not
real gladiators. Congrats on team and point gain! -- The Overseer
Longarmofthelaw -- I will avenge my teammate and turn your parts to pieces. -- Ixnay,
Chosen Few
Longarmofthelaw -- The Few have chosen to be convicts when the death of a teammate
comes into play. Murder and mayhem will prevail, revenge or murder, either one will
do. -- The Few
Adams Apple -- I've always liked to play a little rough. Will you teach me how a
little more? I kinda like the way you play, only I would like to learn how to dish it
out, you big hunk of apple. Will you let me slice a piece next time? (wink) (grin)
-- Elonia
Flower Girls -- Carnations, Red Buds, Willows and Peas, are you all here just to
please or would you help if I ask? Please, I just love flowers, willows and peas, all
so shapely and nice as you please. Please don't make me beg for help thrice. -- The
Overseer, mgr. Chosen Few
All -- I am locked in a dungeon and am having trouble getting diplos and would like
advice. If you are willing to give it, send an ad to Chosen Few and I'll send you a
diplo with my address. -- The Overseer, Chosen Few
All -- Please don't diplo me. I won't get 'em, I'm stuck in a dungeon. But if you
would like to get ahold of me, put an ad in the personals and I'll diplo you with my
address. The powers that be won't allow me to have diplos. Sorry for the
inconvenience. My team shall continue, even though I can't be in the arena with them.
-- Wrecker, The Spellbound
Lady Fern -- Thank you very much, if I can repay you in any way...let me know. --
Wreaker
All -- Thanks for all your helpful advice. If I can help any of you, let me know. --
The Spellbound
Oh my! I told Fierce Foxglove not to be "messing with" those Dark Arena types. Oh
my! The Stone Golem used her up and tossed her away. The cad! She was a 21-13-8-17-
7-11-7 basher with only good damage and massive hosing. Perhaps it was for the best!
-- Lady Fern
Tvebult Kvahle -- You stud! You are built like a bull. Let's meet again at The
Flower Shoppe and try that again in a different position. (wink) -- Crafty Carnation
Blight -- Isn't it such fun when we gals work together? I just had a great time! You
know so many different things to pass the time. I have to get more of you. --
Ravishing Rosebud
Glee Man -- How could you do that to me?! You just up and give out on me right at the
moment of great ecstasy!? Didn't you have your mandatory physical before you took me
on?! I wish you were alive so I could kiss your pain away. -- Whacking Willow
Carny -- Indeed, we apologize for the untimely demise of Glee Man. I can assure you
that all my girls would never intentionally do such a thing. May he fight well in
that great arena in the sky. -- Lady Fern, Flower Girls
Adams Apple -- That wasn't the only part of you I caressed! (wink) -- Sweet Pea
Pyrotechnician -- Do you have one? I didn't notice. (smirk) -- Whacking Willow
Blooddancer -- Ooooh! I like revenge! And I like it hard and rough! I can hardly
wait. You have so much to learn. -- Ravishing Redbud
Despair -- You on top again? Come on over to The Flower Shoppe and we'll all let you
be on top. (gigglingly) -- The Flower Girls
Carny -- We have everything your heart desires at The Flower Shoppe. -- Lady Fern
Carny -- We see nothing suspicious from on top of the walls, but we're having fun!
Otto hasn't quite got the sand bags in place; he seems to be spending his spare
moments with Sweet Pea and loving every minute of it. -- Flower Girls
Despair -- Please don't, you look like you're more than ready to make the trip to the
Isle. -- Brain Tumor
Dark Angel -- You and your stable don't seem to be able to figure out what to do about
me. -- Rotten Liver
Chuckles -- No more laughing in my face, Mr. Clown. -- Bloody Nose
Sweet Pea -- Perhaps you need to be locked up in isolation for an extended period of
time. -- Longarmofthelaw
Fratsfa -- Looks like tourney-time again. Watch out for Longarmofthelaw, which will
be looking out for Otto's Parts in the novices. -- Crip, mgr. of Otto's Parts
Naja/Ophidian Order -- You made it, congratulations. -- Dachir
Rumble!!! -- Sorry to make you cry like that! Perhaps all those skills will help? --
Lonalilta
Jinda -- Another win, 5 skills and a "Master" whatever that is? All this can only
mean one thing. PARTY!!! at Kalandra's estate. R.S.V.P. to Kickin' Asp.
All -- The Carnival is off to ponder our revenge.... -- Carny
P.S. Will return soon. Tremble.
11 October 1999
All -- Talon Volksie has finally entered the 90's on the verge of the millenium. I
have e-mail. You may email me at TalonVolksie@aol.com. -- Talon V.
Everyone now knows that DM-33 is one of the "Fiercest & Best Free Blades Arena"
around. The Hammer and others have done wonderful things for that arena. With 50 or
so teams, DM-33 is fun, challenging and a joy to play in. However, I am not here to
talk about DM-33. I want to talk to you about DM-43, Veastian.
DM-43 is not a large arena, we have only 8 teams here right now. It is small,
and not the greatest arena around...yet. We need YOU to help make this a great
arena. Since it's so small, this is your chance to get in on the ground floor and
become a cornerstone of this arena. Not many have this chance. DM-33 is great, but
it is crowded. Here in DM-43 you will not be one of the many, you will be one of the
best. For all of you Noblish Island managers, this is your chance to transfer your
team to an arena where you will have an immediate impact on the game. This is an
arena where you can continue to hone your skills and be a contender for the
Duelmastership. Veteran managers...do you want to make Duelmasters the best it can
be? Help newbies and make an arena of your own?
This is a wonderful chance for everyone. For the newer players to make a
serious impact on an arena and veteran players to be a "founder" of an arena.
Managers like Don John, Mutt Lange, The Rake and myself want you to help make DM-43
the best arena out there. We don't want just "anyone" to come here, we want managers
who want to play hard and have fun. If that is you, then come to DM-43, Veastian.
If anyone has any questions at all, please diplo me and I will reply as soon as
possible. Now is your chance, now is the time. DM-43. -- Apollo Maximillious, mgr.
Cult of the Dragon (339), DM-43
All -- By Seefe's name, am I tired of looking at such team names as Inyo Eye and
Eggnog Warriors. Please, in the name of all that is decent on the face of Ghea, give
your teams and fighters APPROPRIATE names!! I know it can be challenging and
demanding to make up TRULY GOOD names like Boneshredders and Aerie Fire, but please,
don't call your guys something that causes me to dirge in disgust!! It really hurts
your (and my) gaming experience when my warriors have to stand against someone named
"Underwear Gnomes". After all, I can come up with ten names like Bust-a-Plumber and
Chococroc in a single minute, but why don't I do it? -- Shadowfire, mgr. of
Dragonslayers (636) in Solven (DM 22)
16 October 1999
To anyone starting a new team -- No good sales pitch or gimmicks (yet). If you're
adding a team, please put it in Jurine, DM-61. We only have one unchartered team and
eight teams total. So why come to Jurine? Simply put; WE ARE BEGGING YOU!!! --
Wardancer, mgr. War Party
LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS
TAHL-RETH KA-IN was dealt death by DARK CHAMPION in a 2 minute Dark Arena fight.
AH AN-ZAIR was butchered by DARK CHAMPION in a 1 minute brutal Dark Arena duel.
BASHIER was easily killed by WURM KIN in a 1 minute Dark Arena match.
PYROTECHNICIAN assassinated BLACK WIDOW in a 1 minute mismatched Bloodfeud duel.
IXNAY was viciously subdued by LONGARMOFTHELAW in a 2 minute novice's Bloodfeud fight.
RAVISHING REDBUD was bested by HUR in a action packed 1 minute gory Challenge brawl.
DISSIDENT bested BOTULF in a crowd pleasing 5 minute master's Challenge match.
CRAFTY CARNATION was luckily beaten by BRAIN TUMOR in a 8 minute Challenge melee.
THE BLOODLETTER was vanquished by ROTTEN LIVER in a 1 minute Challenge Title duel.
DARK ANGEL slimly lost to FRIER in a 2 minute gory veteran's Challenge duel.
BLIGHT was beaten by BLOODDANCER in a 2 minute veteran's Challenge melee.
SHADOW was overpowered by SWEET PEA in a 1 minute one-sided Challenge match.
ADAM'S APPLE was outwaited by HELL BENT in a unpopular 7 minute Challenge conflict.
DESPAIR demolished LUSTRA in a popular 1 minute mismatched match.
ULVERIC handily defeated KUNG-FU MASTER in a 1 minute one-sided conflict.
TVEBULT KVAHLE was overpowered by VIRGINAL CONCUBINE in a 1 minute uneven struggle.
BLOODY NOSE was luckily beaten by WHACKING WILLOW in a crowd pleasing 6 minute brawl.
FAMINE savagely defeated TORI in a 4 minute brutal veteran vs. novice bout.
'DRACCO SILASSON' I was overpowered by ELONIA in a 1 minute mismatched fight.
FIONA was bested by AGONY in a 1 minute gruesome novice's bout.
STRING BEAN JEAN was subdued by CY-LUTH in a 1 minute beginner's bout.
JULIO slaughtered POLITE BEGGAR in a 1 minute mismatched fray.
ACID JED was defeated by MAL-RAH in a 2 minute novice's match.
BATTLE REPORT
MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS
|FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT|
|LUNGING ATTACK 10 TOTAL PARRY 48 - 25 - 2 66 |
|TOTAL PARRY 5 LUNGING ATTACK 62 - 41 - 3 60 |
|WALL OF STEEL 5 SLASHING ATTACK 14 - 12 - 0 54 |
|PARRY-LUNGE 4 PARRY-STRIKE 11 - 13 - 0 46 |
|BASHING ATTACK 4 PARRY-LUNGE 16 - 19 - 1 46 |
|STRIKING ATTACK 3 WALL OF STEEL 27 - 34 - 1 44 |
|PARRY-STRIKE 3 AIMED BLOW 7 - 11 - 1 39 |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE 2 BASHING ATTACK 14 - 27 - 0 34 |
|SLASHING ATTACK 2 STRIKING ATTACK 13 - 26 - 1 33 |
|AIMED BLOW 2 PARRY-RIPOSTE 3 - 10 - 0 23 |
Turn 132 was great if you not so great if you used The fighting styles of the
used the fighting styles: the fighting styles: top eleven warriors are:
LUNGING ATTACK 8 - 2 WALL OF STEEL 2 - 3 3 LUNGING ATTACK
TOTAL PARRY 4 - 1 STRIKING ATTACK 1 - 2 3 TOTAL PARRY
PARRY-LUNGE 2 - 2 AIMED BLOW 0 - 2 2 BASHING ATTACK
PARRY-RIPOSTE 1 - 1 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 3 2 WALL OF STEEL
SLASHING ATTACK 1 - 1 BASHING ATTACK 0 - 4 1 STRIKING ATTACK
TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE
FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME
LUNGING ATTACK ROTTEN LIVER 2902 8 2 0 109 OTTO'S PARTS (150)
TOTAL PARRY DISSIDENT 2369 26 12 0 104 THE FURIOUS FIVE (262)
WALL OF STEEL FRIER 2920 18 11 0 100 HOLY ALLIANCE (257)
STRIKING ATTACK THE BLOODLETTER 2834 15 13 2 83 THE DARK ONES (285)
PARRY-LUNGE BLOODY NOSE 3175 4 3 0 43 OTTO'S PARTS (150)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.
The overall popularity leader is BOTULF 2938. The most popular warrior this turn was
BOTULF 2938. The ten other most popular fighters were CRAFTY CARNATION 3172, BLOODY
NOSE 3175, HUR 2919, MAL-RAH 3223, ROTTEN LIVER 2902, DARK ANGEL 2946, BLOODDANCER
2906, ELONIA 3206, TAHL-RETH KA-IN 3192, and LONGARMOFTHELAW 3218.
The least popular fighter this week was HELL BENT 3176. The other ten least popular
fighters were BRAIN TUMOR 2584, ADAM'S APPLE 3203, ACID JED 3227, FIONA 3204, 'DRACCO
SILASSON' I 3193, TORI 3207, WHACKING WILLOW 3167, TVEBULT KVAHLE 2939, SHADOW 2590,
and RAVISHING REDBUD 3197.
The following warriors have traveled to ADVANCED DUELMASTERS after fighting this turn:
DESPAIR (52-406) DARK RAIDERS (78)
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