Test Drive!

[ardanians]

Scenario 1: It's a normal day in the city, with no giant rats in the immediate vicinity. Wander the royal gardens, check out the bards in the gazebo, maybe take a trip to the gambling hall...

Scenario 2: SUDDENLY THERE IS A TROLL. No, literally, the damn things appear out of actual nowhere. Usually near the marketplace though because apparently ten foot high, regenerating green things have a lot of use for gold?

Scenario 3: Welcome to the wilds of Valmorgen! For some reason, there are swamps adjacent to desert; it's probably the fault of some ancient wizards. Treasure chests, monsters, and ruins are scattered liberally across the landscape.

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[scionoflegend]

Gloriously rushing headlong into battle would be a lot easier and more glorious without a stream of panicked villagers rushing in the opposite direction, but Owain determinedly weaves and darts (and occasionally shoves) his way around them, intent on reaching the massive troll that appeared without warning. This is the opportunity he's been waiting for--the chance to prove himself a great hero to the entire town! Maybe there will be a frightened damsel he can dash in and rescue. Maybe the townspeople will erect a statue of him in gratitude!

He eventually works his way past the fleeing masses and draws his sword... and sees that someone has beaten him to it. But before he even has a chance to be annoyed or disappointed, the armour-clad man breathes fire and Owain's jaw drops.

...That. Was. AWESOME.

The man is a stranger to him, and Owain decides he needs to remedy this immediately. "I AM WITH YOU!" he shouts, raising his blade above his head, before turning to point it at the troll as the beast recovers its bearings.

"FIEND! Now taste the righteous wrath of the legendary blade Mystletainn!" And with a wordless yell, he readies his sword and charges.

[everydayimdovahkiin]

They may be strangers, but the same burning fire clearly smoulders in their veins- A light glance to the side, and Asvaldr nods, acknowledging Owain's presence and his faith in the man. They will fight at each others sides and defend one another's back, clearly. This is the sort of instant bond that can only be forged in dire battle.

"Well said!" And the axe is lifted up with a vigor, immediately following Owain's lead. These two brave champions will stand firm and defend the fleeing townsfolk from the beast, sheer hot-blooded fighting spirit exuding from them! And so he brings the weapon down on one of the beast's knees, hacking and hewing with grunts and roars of challenge.

"Let us see who can land the final blow!" A grin and a glance to Owain- because hey, maybe he's a betting man. Maybe the loser can buy and winner a drink. It could happen.

[scionoflegend]

Owain attacks the creature's other leg, stabbing his blade deep into the muscle of the thigh, then twists away and ducks as the troll swings at him with a huge, powerful fist. It may be strong, but it's slow, and his lack of armour is hardly a concern when he can simply evade its attacks. It bellows now, in rage and in pain, and Owain follows up one of Asvaldr's blows with a slice to the beast's arm and a shout of "Dual STRIKE!"

There's nothing quite like battling a common foe to bring people together. The troll wavers and stumbles, unsteady now with both its legs either hacked up or pierced, and Owain takes a moment to return the stranger's grin.

"Ha, you're on! Be warned, though, I'm an expert at critical strikes!"