[D3 EA] Here We Go! [Challenge Event]

[Rahvin]

Despite the events of this morning, Prince Baelor sits in the specially erected tent - the main difference, however, seems to be a glass of wine in his hand and Ser Donnel of Duskendale close at hand (his own hand kept squarely on the hilt of his blade at all times). As the competitors assemble, the Breakspear rises from his seat with a half-hearted smile, "Though I am dismayed at the events of this morrow... it is Lord Ashford's wish that the tournament continue uninterrupted."

He gestured to the table before him - an almost accurate recreation of Ashford and the surrounding terrain. Expertly carved miniature armies sat lined up on the field; the ones closest to the scale castle were painted in a bright orange with white suns, those furthest away red with small black markings in place of sigils.

"I am sure many of you are aware of my actions many years ago." He glanced around, "It is my belief that a true knight must know how to do more than just fight. A true knight must know how to lead... and how to lead men in their own fights and direct them to save as many of their lives as possible."

"To do that, my teachers devised a... shall we say game?" He gave a bit of a weak smile, "Come, I will explain the rules and then we will begin..."




Any participant who reaches the end of the event with at least 3 Tactics Points will earn ten experience.

Any participant who reaches the end of the event with at least 6 Tactics Points drives Prince Baelor to a draw and will earn 1 Glory for their house.

Any participant who reaches the end of the event with at least 9 Tactics Points defeats Prince Baelor and will earn will an extra Glory for their house.

If any participant earns 12 Tactics Points, a special prize will be awarded.

[Warryn Wydman]

Warryn sat down against the prince, ready and happy to show his mettle. "Your grace, let's get started." He recalled some of the more obscure maneuvers, and managed to hide his troops up in the forest... but he missed the Breakspear's own feint, and sadly, the siege engines were completely routed. At that point, Warryn was mentally exhausted, and couldn't put up much of a fight.

"Well fought, your grace."

OOC:

Rules Lawyer:
: 3d6 14
+2B

Ursarkar of House Creed:
: 3d6k2 12
+1 Tactics point

Mental Fortitude #1:
: 3d6 13

Just as planned:
: 4d6k3-3 8

Mental Fortitude #2:
: 3d6 12

Stone, Boxes!
: 3d6 7

Mental Fortitude #3:
: 3d6 11

[Derrick]

((Retconning myself out of this event because of fighting ~))

[Arwyn Forrester]

Arwyn had listened to the rules as they were explained carefully, curiously, and she found herself interested in the game. Maybe doing this was a little more socially acceptable than fighting on a battlefield herself. She'd always had an interest in warfare... there was a time in her childhood where she wanted to help defend her house herself, but they needed her to be a proper lady. So, like a proper lady, she deeply curtsied before the Prince before sitting down to the game of tactics.

She looked over the terrain and spotted a weakness in his formations. Or at least a potential possibility. It was a sneaky and decidedly underhanded move, but... well, honor was for knights. She executed the feint over several turns, patient, face always with a genteel smile, or a simply thoughtful look as she made sweeping gazes over the field rather than letting her eyes settle on her planned areas of attack.

She picks up on his change in tactics quick enough to respond, but her expertise in war isn't enough to be able to counter him. By the end, even her strong will was stretched by the length of the game, but at least it was after the point where things were certainly lost. Still, even she was able to recognize she'd made a solid effort, and even surpassed some of the men around her. She rises and dips deeply again. "Thank you, Your Highness." With that, she steps back into the crowd to join her brother.

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: 4d6 11 (1 Margin, +1B to a roll)
: 4d6 18 (2 Margins, +2 Tactics points)
: 1d6 4, adding the +2 for 22 and one additional Margin
: 4d6 16 (Passed)
: 3d6 13 (1 Margin, +1 Tactics point)
: 4d6 16 (Passed)
: 3d6k2 8

Total: 4 Tactics points, +10 XP

[Cassana Algood]

"The game is easy to understand and remember. All thanks to your wonderful explanation, my Prince," Cassana stated with a wide smile.

All the while during the game, the Algood noblewoman never faltered in her concentration. She looked perplexed at her units and then back up to Baelor. "Actually, I am not quite sure what this unit's strength is..."

She watched her opponent utilize his own plan and then she brought in her earlier feint. Her expression turned coy as she silently went about her business.

And then she looked at the siege pieces. "I know how this works. I will wait you out until your food supplies run out."

It was disappointing to hear that that was not an option.

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: 3d6 14
Earned 2 uses of +1B for the rest of the event.

: 3d6 6
: 4d6k3 15 +2 Blood of the Andals
2 Tactics Points

: 3d6 11
: 4d6k3 13
1 Tactics Point

: 3d6 15
: 2d6 7
0 Tactics Points

Total: 3 Tactics Points

[Kaliya Redding]

Kaliya curtsied very deeply to the Prince before accepting the seat opposite him. This was the closest she'd ever been to anyone this important, and if she didn't make a good impression, it was likely to be the last. Nervousness tickled in her belly, she wasn't a tactician by any measure, but she hoped that she'd be able to match the prince for long enough to dazzle him with her smile and her charm.

She paid close attention as he explained the game, quickly noticing certain chains of logic and making notes of things to return to later, setting up her pieces in a satisfactory manner. To her surprise, her initial movements went well as she manoeuvred her troops into position, perhaps the Prince was taking it easy on her, as a woman.

Though her concentration remained unbroken throughout the game, her inexperience at command showed and she failed to see his cavalry moving up on her flank. Things quickly went downhill from there, but it was enjoyable nonetheless, and she managed to sparkle throughout the game, curtsying and flashing her most charming smile before stepping down and letting the next player try their luck.

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[Marqus Forrester]

Marqus went into the game feeling rather struck but managed to hold it together even paying attention to the rules. It didn't do him all that much good though. His opponent was far superior, but even so he stuck ot out it to the bitter end. Stubborness kept him at the table until his last warrior was defeated.

"I guess that's that then. A convincing triumph my Lord."

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: 3d6 12 vs 9 = 1 degree

: 3d6 8 7 vs 12 = fail.

: 3d6 15

: 2d6 2 Right.

: 3d6 12

: 3d6 9

: 3d6 10

Zero points!

[Kevan Dunn]

Keen to prove himself for and before at least several people, himself included, Kevan decided to be confident about his chances in the war game. He was a learner, neither too quick nor too slow, but apparently good enough to get hold of the rules.

: 2d6 9

But Kevan's feint was poorly executed and the Prince did not fall for it, driving his offensive home and routing the forces under Kevan's command.

: 2d6 7
: 2d6 4

A bit dismayed by how quickly he exposed himself to the final blow, Kevan acknowledged his defeat and gave space to more apt strategists. There would be much soul-searching after this stinging outcome.

[Ferris Cafferen]

Ferris was no knight but he was curious about this game the prince presented them with. Comming closer, he observed the terrain and listened carefully.
: 2d6 9 +1b once

And so, the game began. He was not used to deception and so opted for a direct strike against the prince's flank but it was too obvious for a true tactician

: 2d6 9 0 pts

: 3d6 9

However, when Baelor made his counter-strike Ferris was ready and made for a significant defense
: 5d6k3 16 1 point -_-

: 3d6 15

Siege? When was he ever in a siege?

: 2d6 4

: 3d6 10

He knew he had lost had that. He bowed to the prince and excused himself

---1 pt

[Allard Terrick]

[Placeholder]

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[Kaelyn Dunn]

Kaelyn forced her shaking into check. She would not dishonor her family in front of royalty. She'd been sure to wear one of her finer dresses; pink and silver with accompanying jewelry. She doubted she'd do well with the test, but perhaps her beauty would be enough to excuse that shortcoming.

She introduced herself with all due respect and propriety, listening carefully as the rules were explained. She possessed a good memory, at least. She would not need to be told a second time.

She played the Prince's game and managed to not embarrass House Dunn, although, as expected, she did not thwart the Prince at something based in a man's world.

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[Tomas Flowers]

Tomas learns the rules well enough.

: 3d6 10

But against a tactical genius like Baelor, he fails even if he puts up a good fight.

: 3d6k2 11

[Rahvin]

Prince Baelor frowns; he had, obviously, expected someone - anyone - to do much better against him. Even more so does he seem confused by those who offered him the greatest challenge - a pair of maids from houses of little renown. He is entirely unsure what to say and merely offers a perfunctory congratulations to the pair before excusing himself to go see to the matter of Lord Baratheon.

Arwyn Forrester, Cassana Algood: +10 Experience Points