Solo Blade, Globe and Rodent

[Belugnir]

As he’d thrown Motred to the side, the wide satchel on the nobleman’s side came flying open, and from it, something came flying straight toward Einar’s face, it latched onto his right ear, and a moment afterward he felt an insufferably annoying pain raking across his cheek. He’d hurled the sword he had in his awkward grip away to the ground, clawing his good left hand to his face, grabbing hold of what he then just barely realized was a small rodent of black fur, before tossing the creature upon the ground as well.

‘’Cheva’s tits… what…’’, Einar was impossibly annoyed for an instant, holding a hand to where the mouse had bitten him across the cheek… yet before he could either stomp onto the creature as it scurried away toward where the old man was seated, or move to assert his victory over Motred, Ein heard the bearded bloke’s voice, calm yet booming.

‘’That would be quite enough now!’’, he spoke. The black mouse having already reached him, and been received into the caring palm of the fellow’s hand.

‘’That’s enough, old man? Ye bloody think?’’

‘’If you want your coin, master Einar, you will cease now, and help the young master up. If you would.’’, stoic attitude was swiftly overpowering whatever verbal fight Ein had readied up…

It was odd, throughout the exchange with Motred, the old man hadn’t interfered nor even let out a sound, in a way Ein had completely forgotten he was even there, he’d even forgotten the handful of coin he was promised for sparring the brattish noble… Yet at recalling the real reason for the fight they’d had did a small wonder of dispersing the remnants of his vengeful anger… his mood was still sour and grumpy from the hits he’d taken and an gaping wound in his upside-down pride… yet any ounce of murderous intent had disappeared…

[Belugnir]

A begrudging left hand was extended for the slowly recovering Motred, still laid on the ground, just barely getting himself to breathe properly again.

‘’…You can be a vicious little bastard, I’ll give you that.’’, Ein sneered, a sideways thought to amuse himself, for once not meant as an insult to the lad… who, oddly enough, ended up accepting the extended hand, though not without a hearty gulp of anxiety… one that was quickly masked by a quirky expression of smugness.

‘’And… ugh… you- you are thrice… the bastard.’’, Motred nodded at this retaliation mumbled throughout weakly gasps for air, Earning a squinting glare from the mercenary, who, after a threatening pause, decided to give the nobleman a flailsome pat on the back, nearly sending him stumbling off his feet again. Ein choose to crack a breath of pained laughter at what Mort had to say… He wouldn’t insist on enforced enmity. Motred was beaten, it was plain as daylight, and it was plainer yet that he knew he was beaten, even though he might be hard-pressed to openly admit it… and Ein could understand and relate to that much… and the fellow wasn’t really wrong either…
Regardless, Ein was far from fond for the man now walking beside him as they approached the old fellow, albeit it appeared as though a shaky sense of respect had been tugged between the two younger fellows.
Motred’s elder was now seated with the black mouse in hand. The rodent went on heartily chewing away at the ragged sphere of red that Motred used to initiate himself to Einar. Little beast seemed completely unfazed by the fact that it was slammed into the ground not a chime ago… and, quite aptly, it earned an odd stare from Einar.

‘’What on Sylira is wrong with that rat? Its insides should be mush…’', Ein murmured, more a thought spoken out-loud, than a proper comment he wished to voice.

‘’Imi hardly approves of the way you seem to perform as well, master Einar. And if you would, she is a mouse, rather than a rat. She'd appreciate it if you referred to her as such.’’, the old man almost chuckled in reply... and frankly, Ein decided he’d rather not get involved past that point. He’d seen enough odd buggery for his liking. An old warrior hermit that was personally involved with some ungodly rodent really wasn’t something he needed appearing in his less fondly remembered dreams.

‘’…Either way, do you reckon your young master has gotten his lesion yet?’’, Ein got back to the matter at hand proper again. ‘’I don’t fancy getting any more of my fingers nor ribs busted.’’

‘’I would say you have both come to learn a lesion from your confrontation, no?’’, the insistent, fond calm with which the old man spoke was almost irritating, not only to Einar, and as though puppets moved by the same string, the two younger men snorted.

‘’You wish, old fart.’’, Einar heard Motred’s voice practically matching his own as he retorted… at which point the two came to exchange a long glare of suspense, and the old man came to have the first, proper time of laughter that Ein would see him indulge in.

[Belugnir]

Ultimately, the old Stryfer, after having introduced himself to Einar properly as one Rizzak of the Pit, would have looked over both Einar and Motred, with considerable disapproval from both fellows, to make certain neither of them would come to suffer lasting consequences from their staged conflict. Motred came through with only some minor concussions, most notably, only bruised by the punch Ein had shoved into his gut. Meanwhile Einar got away with considerable bruising on the side of his torso and raptured skin on the middle and ring fingers of his right hand, though he was in enough luck… or enough armor, rather, that he hadn’t earned any broken bones. Even so, between his labor earlier that day and the blows he’d taken from Motred, he was sore all over, and due for a long and properly lazy rest… and an equally lengthy bath. Taking his forty and something silvers from the old man, collecting his hatchet, and poleaxe, Ein would leave to douse himself in the cold stream as it passed under the outpost’s outer palisade, he would take good care to scrub the rake he’d gotten from that black rodent’s bite… Imi… who in their right mind names a bloody rat, anyway?

After relieving himself of his arms and armaments and giving himself a good scrubbin’, Ein would make way for Khrak’s watering hole, to have the Eypharian help him bandage up his injured hand and give him some strong booze to soak both his tongue and his bitten cheek with.

The fingers of his right hand shook uncontrollably as he washed his bloodied cheek with bloodier fingers, and continued to do so as he’d bound them in place with clean cloth… He hadn’t broken a bone, but it’d be a while before he’ll be working at anything dexterous… thankfully, hauling several armfuls of firewood to sell off to the stock of the black ones hardly required dexterity, and would hopefully end up bagging him at the very least another dozen silvers come the end of the day… after which it was proper time for a whole day or two of doing absolute bugger all.

[Ruvya]

G R A D E

Endurance+2
Intimidation +2
Socialization +2
Planning +1
Negotiation +1
Interogation +1
Flux +2
Meditation +1
Observation +2
Tactics +1
Weapon: Poleaxe +3
Impersonation +1
Unarmed Combat +3

Planning: Preparing for Winter
Endurance: Pain is necessary to forge oneself better
Intimidation: Threatening violence
Intimidation: Taunting to undermine confidence
Motred: Arrogant Ebonstryfe apprentice
Negotiation: Putting forward your concerns
Einar: Disdains nobility
Arrogance may conceal fear, weakness & vulnerability
Interrogation: Challenging appearances to reveal the truth
Meditation: Rituals focus the mind
Overcommitting to a charge has dire consequences against an experienced foe
Tactics: Overwhelm an opponent that is showing uncertainty
Unarmed Combat: Shouldering an opponent to throw him off-balance
Unarmed Combat: Head-butting
Poleaxe: Using it to bring an opponent closer
Poleaxe: Parrying at close range
Impersonating a pompous tone of voice
Underestimating an opponent is an unwise choice
Unarmed Combat: Grabbing an opponent's weapon
Rizzak of The Pit: Odd, l blind Ebonstryfe soldier


Einar will suffer from bruising to his ribs and his right hand which will heal in seven days given rest. Minor cuts to his face, which will heal in 4 days if steps are taken to prevent infection


+40 silver mizas

Really enjoyed the action and humour you put into this challenge it was fun getting to know Einar! If you have any queries about your grade feel free to shoot me a PM!