Welcome to Sunberth, Gimme Your Stuff

Duncan arrives in Sunberth and gets a taste of city life.

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A lawless town of anarchists, built on the ruins of an ancient mining city. [Lore]

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Welcome to Sunberth, Gimme Your Stuff

Postby Duncan Rightstone on September 1st, 2018, 9:21 pm

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1st Day of Fall in the Year 518 AV


It was early morning, the sun still a few bells from rising, when Duncan arrived in Sunberth. It seemed somehow appropriate to him that his long, wretched journey to the city would end with a torrential storm. It had been growing ever since he first caught glimpse of the city outskirts; the ruined shattered remains of buildings adding to the overall gloomy feel of the place. Now that he was further into the city, the storm was in full swing.

Duncan spent nearly all of his life in a planned, organized, clean city. The poor quality of building construction and complete lack of street planning he was now surrounded by made him feel even dirtier than when he first got close to city outskirts. Building placement seemed random and it looked as though people simple threw things away whenever and wherever they felt like it.

"Izurdin, help me find patience." Duncan whispered softly to himself.

While he'd not encountered many people on his way into the city, there were still a few who either didn't have any place to go to get out of the weather or simply chose to remain out in it. He noted that for the most part, those he did see kept to themselves and most avoided eye contact. He did notice, out of the corner of his eyes, the occasional head turn toward him or thinly-veiled glance from beneath a cloak hood.

Having chosen to pack away his leather armor and helmet, Duncan was dressed in his leather war skirt, boots, shirt and his nettle cloak, the hood of which was pulled up in a near-futile effort to keep the rain off his head. He still wore his toothed gauntlet though; his weapon of choice. With the rain seemingly coming down even harder, he ducked under the eaves of a nearby roof.

"Makes me almost miss the mountain snow..." He muttered to himself as he pulled his cloak tighter. "I'm going to have to find a dry place to stay...soon."

Duncan glanced around his immediate surroundings and found that he was in a somewhat narrow alleyway between a handful of buildings. There weren't any windows on this end of the buildings although he noted there weren't many windows on most of the buildings he'd seen; at least not ones without bars or heavy shutters.

Through the sounds of rain hitting the buildings and splashing the ground, Duncan heard a voice.

Hey, you, shorty! I'm soaked and in need of that there pack you're carry'in. So why dontcha hand it over! The voice came from a man who stepped out into the alley from between a couple of buildings. He was dressed is a variety of mismatched clothes and was walking toward Duncan with his arms outstretched, a short dagger in each hand. His short, dark, wet hair was plastered to his head and a short, scraggly beard framed his mouth.

Another voice shouted from the other end of the short alley as a second man, this one with longer hair, clean shaven, dressed in a similar mismatch of clothing and carrying a chunk of wood roughly fashioned into a club. "You heard him! Hand it over and maybe you live through this. Maybe!"

Duncan looked from one man to the other and then to his surroundings. Quickly, he took stock of his situation. The lighting was terrible; lightning strikes from the storm and a bit of illumination from the covered lanterns on the main road several yards away were all the light available. Thankfully, Duncan's isurian eyes were used to dim light and even total darkness. In the low-light conditions, he saw that the men were lightly armed although there were two of them. Glancing at the alley and the buildings, he noted that it was raining pretty hard and everything was wet; puddles and mud on the ground offering potentially unsteady footing. The alley was narrow, maybe six to seven feet wide at most which meant there was really only two directions for maneuvering, moving toward one end of the alley or the other . There was a bit of scattered trash and little else as far as obstacles or obstructions which made for at least some freedom of movement. The confined space offered him some advantage overall as his training was focused on close combat.

"I have a better idea! Duncan shouted through the rain, hoping his grasp on the Common Tongue was enough for the men to understand. "I'm going to walk out of this alley with what is mine. Nobody needs to get hurt here."

The two men laughed and continued their threatening approach.

With a heavy sigh, Duncan muttered once more to himself, "So, the city offers its first test. Izurdin, I will not fail."

Duncan flexed the gauntlet on his right hand and readied himself.
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Postby Duncan Rightstone on September 2nd, 2018, 5:56 am

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As the two men closed in, Duncan kept the wall of one of the buildings at his back. This allowed him a better view of the situation. The man with the knives was Duncan's primary focus due mainly to the danger of the blades. As he continued to size up the situation, he noted the blades were short, maybe 6 inches in length yet still dangerous. A club Duncan could handle. A quick look at it and Duncan could see it was likely a piece of a wooden railing. Although not much of a weapon, in the right hands it could be effective.

While illumination was lacking, it was only a couple of bells til sunrise, there was a slight glow on the horizon. While the limited light allowed Duncan's assailants some amount of vision, it continued to be inconsequential to him. As the man with the knives closed in to about 10 feet, Duncan lowered his stance and waited. Duncan's training told him that an opponent armed with short blades would need to be within close distance to do much of anything. This is exactly what Duncan wanted. Duncan's was not especially trained in anything outside of up close, personal combat so getting into body to body distance was something he was hoping for. Duncan studied the way the man moved as he approached. He was not impressed with what he saw. The man did not have the look of one who studied his target and did not move as though he was aware of his targets ability. He simple moved as a man looking to stab another.

On the other hand, the man with the club approached a bit slower. It was not a tactic that Duncan was unfamiliar with. When two attackers were engaging a potential target, one usually hung back a bit while taking a more supportive role. The primary attacker would strike while the secondary would follow up if need be. The two thugs seemed to fall in line quite well with Duncan's training. The man with the club had reach on his side but to Duncan, he did not look like an overly strong individual. Also, the way he held the club told Duncan that he didn't exactly know how to use it beyond swinging at things.

It was then that the man with the knives rushed toward Duncan. He swung with one of his blades which Duncan caught with his toothed gauntlet. With a slight flick of the wrist, he caught the blade and pulled it from the man's hand. This did not stop the man from stabbing with his other knife. The blade sunk into Duncan's side. Thanks to his dense isurian flesh however, the blade only sunk in maybe halfway, roughly three inches although it was still quite painful. Biting back the pain, Duncan reached down and grabbed the man's wrist with his metallic hand and squeezed. The satisfying sound of crushed bones could barely be heard amidst the thundering storm. Dropping to one knee, Duncan brought his gauntleted hand up, between the man's legs while lowering his opposite shoulder and pulling down on the man's captured wrist. The result was that the man was lifted off of his feet and sent flailing several feet away.

Unfortunately, the man with the club was offered an opening and brought it down on the back of Duncan's exposed head. The club hit the isur's dense skull with enough force that it was shattered in a shower of splintered wood. The pain Duncan felt was enough to momentarily cause his vision to go black and disorientate him for a few breaths. Although not immediately noticed, the blow also split open the flesh and now freely bled. The man, a broken club now in hand, glanced down at it and then to Duncan with a look of surprise. Duncan, his mind quickly clearing, looked over his shoulder at the man with eyes filled with pity.
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Postby Duncan Rightstone on September 2nd, 2018, 6:11 am

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The man with the broken club took a few steps back. Duncan turned to face him and immediately took a step, dropped to one knee and came up again while reaching for the man's legs. Wrapping both of his arms around the man's legs, he lifted him up and slammed him to the ground before spinning around and facing the other man who formerly wielded the knives. The man was slowly gaining his footing while holding his shattered wrist.

Duncan looked down at his side to where the dagger was half embedded in his flesh. With his metallic hand, he pulled the dagger free and made it a point to hold it in front of the man while crushing it with his vice-like grip. The handle of the knife shattered and the blade was reduced to nothing more than a ball of twisted metal. Duncan then threw it to the man's feet. The pain from the wound was undeniable but it was far from debilitating. As the "dagger man" regained his footing, he looked down at the mangled dagger; fear filled his eyes. Then Duncan closed in quickly and reached for the man's throat, clenching it and lifting him off his feet.

With the man effectively disarmed and helpless, Duncan took the opportunity to get a better look at him. The man was thin, obviously malnourished. He was a good six inches taller than Duncan but didn't weigh all that much. Duncan, although isur and taught to see humans as inferior, felt a tinge of sympathy for the man. Judging by what he had seen of the city in his extremely short time in it, life was not easy. Obviously these men were driven by desperation. It was not something to pity but something to understood. They did what they did to survive. Still, Duncan was left with a choice.

It was then that the man reached into his clothing and pulled forth another knife which he tried to stab Duncan with. Duncan grabbed the man's other wrist in his gauntleted hand and twisted it, forcing the knife to fall at his feet. His mind made up, Duncan threw the man with all his might against the wall across from him. The man hit the wall and fell in a crumpled pile.

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Postby Duncan Rightstone on September 2nd, 2018, 6:30 am

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Duncan then turned to the other man who had tried to club him. The long haired man was finally able to stand and faced Duncan head on. He appeared to be slowly processing the fact that the attack he and and his comrade had devised had failed. He looked over at his buddy, crumpled against the nearby wall and then looked back at Duncan. The distance between them, in the alley that was so narrow, was slight.

Duncan spoke loudly, "So it appears you are still left with two options. You can turn tail and run or you can join your friend here in crippling pain. The man took a brief moment to think about it. He was hungry, without coin and his family was in need of food as well. Despite having been beaten...his partner completely removed from the situation, he needed to get something out of the whole ordeal. That in mind, he reached for his own knife and lunged at Duncan.

"I'm sorry you chose so poorly." Duncan said as he ducked the man's slash with the knife, brought his metallic arm down hard on the man's arm and forced him to drop the blade. Duncan then grabbed him around the waist and dropped his stance. Using the man's forward momentum, he lifted the man, arched his back and flung him backward to the wall behind him. The man slammed against the wall and fell motionless to the ground, unconscious.

Reaching for his side, Duncan finally felt the pain of the stab wound through the physical excitement of combat. He then took a moment to access his modified situation. The two attackers were immobilized; beaten and broken yet still alive. Looking around, he noted that, for the time being, there were no immediate threats remaining.

He examined his wound and decided that a few stitches would likely work well in fixing the problem. He was no expert on first aid but the basic concept was there; stitch the wound, stop the bleeding. He then reached around to the back of his head where he'd been struck with the club. His fingers showed some blood but the wound did not feel all that severe. It was a head wound though and those usually bled a lot.

"Damn you humans!" He exclaimed.

"Damn you for forcing my hand in this. You could have simply turned away and chose a different path." He said as he looked upon their unconscious forms.


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Postby Duncan Rightstone on September 2nd, 2018, 6:41 am

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As he looked upon his fallen opponents, Duncan couldn't help but feel sorry for them. While a part of him wanted to hate them and despise them for what they were; what they did, he couldn't bring himself to embrace such feelings. They did what they felt they had to do in order to survive.

In turn, he did what he was trained to do. He was trained to defeat an opponent and once the battle was won, it was over. The two men would live for at least another day. He could have used his skill to kill them. It would have been easy. It was the ease of such thing and the denial of acting upon it which defined what it was to be a Hammer. The choice of when to kill and when not to was a key responsibility that all Hammers were faced with. With the Strength of Izurdin came the responsibility of using it wisely.

"While I pity what you feel you must do in order to survive in the conditions this city has left you with, I hope that what has happened this night will serve as a lesson in what not to do. Don't assume that greater numbers means a greater chance of success. Know your target before you strike. You failed the moment you entered the alley with me." Duncan then approached each of the fallen men and made sure they were still alive.

He then reached into the pouch at his waist and pulled forth a handful of coins. To each of the men he tossed a few of the coins and said, "I hope that when you both wake up, assuming these coins are still here, you seek medical attention and rethink your choices in life." After tossing a total of 10 mizas to each man, Duncan turned away and left the alley in search of a place to get a good meal and perhaps a dry place to sleep.

He held his side as he left and rubbed the back of his head. Indeed, Izurdin had provided him with a test to prove he was the right Hammer for the job. Hopefully, as Duncan pondered it, he had proved himself to be that Hammer.
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Postby Duncan Rightstone on September 4th, 2018, 2:33 am

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Completed Thread Grade

Skills

Brawling 2
Endurance 1
Intimidation 2
Observation 5
Rhetoric 1
Weapon: Toothed Gauntlet 2
Wrestling 5

Lore

Brawling: Fighting in a Rainstorm
Brawling: Fighting in an Narrow Alleyway
Brawling: Using the Environment to One's Advantage in a Fight
Endurance: Suffering Wounds and Continuing to Fight
Observation: Sizing up an Opponent in Combat
Observation: Judging the Pros and Cons of the Environment Related to Combat
Observation: Understanding How Movement Relates to Potential Skill
Rhetoric: Trying to Convince Someone that Mugging is bad
Sunberth: Dangerous City/Muggings
Wrestling: Using Wrestling Moves in a Fight
Wrestling: Double-Leg Takedown
Wrestling: Fireman's Carry
Wrestling: Hip Toss
Wrestling: Arm Control
Wrestling: Stance
Wrestling: Positioning
Weapon: Toothed Gauntlet: Catching blades in Combat
Weapon: Toothed Gauntlet: Disarming an Opponent

Other

-20 Gold Mizas


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