DUEL 2 NEWSLETTER

Date   : 02/19/2018    Duedate: 03/03/2018

LYRATILAN ARENA

DM-25    TURN-829

This Weeks Top Honors

THE DUELMASTER IS

BELLA DONNA
FACES OF DEATH (122)
(25-5391) [17-9-0,98]

Chartered Recognition Leader   Unchartered Recognition Leader

BELLA DONNA                    POSITION IS EMPTY
FACES OF DEATH (122)           
(25-5391) [17-9-0,98]          

Popularity Leader              This Weeks Favorite

BELLA DONNA                    RABBIT
FACES OF DEATH (122)           FOOD CHAIN (394)
(25-5391) [17-9-0,98]          (25-4074) [5-1-3,66]

THE CURRENT TOP TEAM

FACES OF DEATH (122)

          TEAMS ON THE MOVE            TOP CAREER HONORS
Team Name                  Point Gain  Chartered Team
1. FOOD CHAIN (394)            33
2. FACES OF DEATH (122)        24      ERRATA (323)
3. KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND (363)  18      Unchartered Team
4. ERRATA (323)                15
5. BERK (539)                   0      GEOGRAPHICA (499)

The Top Teams

Career Win-Loss Record           W   L  K    %  Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns    W  L K
 1- 1 SAY MY NAME (510)        325 268 21 54.8   1/ 1 FACES OF DEATH (122)     11  4 0
 2/ 0 ERRATA (323)             316 269 15 54.0   2/ 3 FOOD CHAIN (394)          5  8 1
 3/ 2 FACES OF DEATH (122)     544 482 43 53.0   3- 2 SAY MY NAME (510)         4  0 1
 4- 3 BERK (539)                68  70  5 49.3   4- 4 BERK (539)                3  7 1
 5/ 0 KNIGHTS OF THE ROU (363)  75  81  5 48.1   5/ 0 ERRATA (323)              1  0 0
 6/ 4 FOOD CHAIN (394)          23  28  5 45.1   6/ 0 KNIGHTS OF THE ROU (363)  1  1 0

    '*'   Unchartered team                       '-'  Team did not fight this turn
   (###)  Avoid teams by their Team Id          ##/## This turn's/Last turn's rank

                                      SPY REPORT

     Well, what are you looking at, LYRATILAN?  Ain't you never seen Snide Clemens 
before?  Ah, shaddup and listen to my news.  Of course, we're all terribly impressed 
to see RABBIT win a fight and gain 15 points, terribly.  Due to absence, and 
inability to defend the throne, DESTINY'S CHILD has lost the Title of Duelmaster.  
Start setting that alarm earlier!  And it's out with the old, in with the new, as 
BELLA DONNA takes the Title and last week's bar tab from the old Duelmaster.  Heh, 
heh.  Kickbacks and bribes, kickbacks and bribes, how else do you think some of these 
guys win their fights?  Skill?  Ha!   
     He who fights and runs away will live to fight another day, the coward.  RABBIT 
was challenged more times this turn than the Duelmaster.  Now was the DM insulted or 
feared?  Heh, heh.   
     Some people like volunteer work in the hospitals.  I volunteer for LYRATILAN's 
morgue.  More variety.  And what a stunning loss we have here, boys and girls, 
GENETIC MISHAP of FACES OF DEATH has added the final loss to his 10-8-0.  Tee hee!  
Honor is like a chainmail shirt, it only shines through use.  Certain nameless 
cowards will doubtless rebuke me on this one.   
     What does the LYRATILAN arena have in common with the inns?  It's just as 
comfortable to sleep in either place.  Ha ha ha ha!  Phlllt!  Just had to do that 
before I leave the fine city of LYRATILAN.  I feel much better now.  I see the crowds 
are getting restless, I must leave now-- Snide Clemens  

DUELMASTER                     W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 BELLA DONNA 5391             17   9  0    98       FACES OF DEATH (122)

CHALLENGER CHAMPIONS           W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
-DESTINY'S CHILD 6081          8   4  1   104       SAY MY NAME (510)
 REVENGE 6117                 16   2  0    95       FACES OF DEATH (122)
-ACTIN 5111                   12   8  1    91       KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND (363)

CHAMPIONS                      W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 DYNAMITE 4832                17  11  2    89       FACES OF DEATH (122)
-CRUNCH 5842                   7   7  1    78       ERRATA (323)

CHALLENGER ADEPTS              W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 RABBIT 4074                   5   1  3    66       FOOD CHAIN (394)
-PSYCH 5851                    7   5  0    64       ERRATA (323)
 OXIDIZED ANGEL 6133           6   4  2    62       FOOD CHAIN (394)

ADEPTS                         W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
-MOOSE 5984                    5   1  0    34       FOOD CHAIN (394)

CHALLENGER INITIATES           W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 DARWIN AWARD 6151             5   2  0    29       FACES OF DEATH (122)
-ASTRID 6137                   2   0  0    24       BERK (539)

INITIATES                      W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
-SNOOP DOGG 6145               3   2  0    20       SAY MY NAME (510)
 SIREN SONG 6154               2   4  0    20       FOOD CHAIN (394)
 MASALA 5973                   1   0  0    15       ERRATA (323)
-MARLO BLACK 6158              1   1  1    14       SAY MY NAME (510)
 CHAP 6095                     1   0  0    13       KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND (363)
 POINT 5974                    1   2  0    13       KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND (363)
-SLIM SHADY 6162               1   0  0    11       SAY MY NAME (510)
 HUNGRY HIPPO 6156             1   4  0     7       FOOD CHAIN (394)
-GOBBER 6167                   0   1  0     1       BERK (539)

'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.

THE DEAD                W  L K TEAM NAME            SLAIN BY              TURN Revenge?
HICCUP 6136             0  2 0 BERK 539             MARLO BLACK 6158      828   
GENETIC MISHAP 6100    10  9 0 FACES OF DEATH 122   RABBIT 4074           829   

                                     PERSONAL ADS

                                  LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS

GENETIC MISHAP was dealt death by RABBIT in a crowd pleasing 3 minute Challenge fight.
BELLA DONNA vanquished NOBLE ASSASSIN in a exciting 1 minute gory uneven Title battle.
REVENGE vanquished KHALHUMS DWARF in a 3 minute mismatched brawl.
DYNAMITE defeated OXIDIZED ANGEL in a exciting 1 minute fight.
DARWIN AWARD devastated POINT in a 1 minute uneven brawl.
SIREN SONG defeated CULT MEMBER in a 2 minute struggle.
HUNGRY HIPPO was overpowered by CHAP in a 1 minute mismatched brawl.
MASALA overpowered POLITE BEGGAR in a 1 minute uneven melee.

                                    BATTLE REPORT

             MOST POPULAR                        RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS     
|FIGHTING STYLE               FIGHTS        FIGHTING STYLE     W -   L -  K   PERCENT|
|SLASHING ATTACK                  4         BASHING ATTACK    11 -   6 -  2      65  |
|BASHING ATTACK                   2         SLASHING ATTACK   12 -   7 -  0      63  |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE                    2         WALL OF STEEL      6 -   4 -  1      60  |
|AIMED BLOW                       2         STRIKING ATTACK   12 -  10 -  1      55  |
|STRIKING ATTACK                  1         PARRY-RIPOSTE      9 -   8 -  0      53  |
|TOTAL PARRY                      1         AIMED BLOW         6 -   8 -  1      43  |
|PARRY-LUNGE                      0         LUNGING ATTACK     1 -   3 -  0      25  |
|PARRY-STRIKE                     0         TOTAL PARRY        2 -   7 -  0      22  |
|LUNGING ATTACK                   0         PARRY-STRIKE       0 -   1 -  0       0  |
|WALL OF STEEL                    0         PARRY-LUNGE        0 -   1 -  0       0  |

Turn 829 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:

STRIKING ATTACK    1 -  0     AIMED BLOW         0 -  2         2  SLASHING ATTACK
BASHING ATTACK     2 -  0     PARRY-LUNGE        0 -  0         2  STRIKING ATTACK
TOTAL PARRY        1 -  0     PARRY-STRIKE       0 -  0         2  BASHING ATTACK 
SLASHING ATTACK    3 -  1     LUNGING ATTACK     0 -  0         2  AIMED BLOW     
PARRY-RIPOSTE      1 -  1     WALL OF STEEL      0 -  0         1  PARRY-RIPOSTE  
                                                                1  LUNGING ATTACK 
                                                                1  WALL OF STEEL  

                               TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE

FIGHTING STYLE   WARRIOR                     W   L  K PNTS TEAM NAME                  
SLASHING ATTACK  BELLA DONNA 5391           17   9  0   98 FACES OF DEATH (122)
PARRY-RIPOSTE    REVENGE 6117               16   2  0   95 FACES OF DEATH (122)
BASHING ATTACK   DYNAMITE 4832              17  11  2   89 FACES OF DEATH (122)
AIMED BLOW       OXIDIZED ANGEL 6133         6   4  2   62 FOOD CHAIN (394)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.

The overall popularity leader is BELLA DONNA 5391.  The most popular warrior this 
turn was RABBIT 4074.  The ten other most popular fighters were BELLA DONNA 5391, 
DYNAMITE 4832, SIREN SONG 6154, GENETIC MISHAP 6100, DARWIN AWARD 6151, CHAP 6095, 
REVENGE 6117, OXIDIZED ANGEL 6133, MASALA 5973, and POINT 5974.

The least popular fighter this week was HUNGRY HIPPO 6156.  The other ten least 
popular fighters were POINT 5974, MASALA 5973, OXIDIZED ANGEL 6133, REVENGE 6117, 
CHAP 6095, DARWIN AWARD 6151, GENETIC MISHAP 6100, SIREN SONG 6154, DYNAMITE 4832, 
and BELLA DONNA 5391.

The following warriors will travel to AD after next turn:

BELLA DONNA (25-5391) FACES OF DEATH (122)

                      SUMMER FACE-TO-FACE IN ARLINGTON, VIRGINIA

We have planned our summer FTF for July 13-15, 2018, in Arlington, Virginia, only 7 
miles on a quick Metro ride from Washington, D.C.!.  It will be held at the Holiday 
Inn Arlington at Ballston.  Room rates are $79 per night on 7/12 and 7/15 and $129 on 
7/13 and 7/14, 1-2 occupancy.  There's free wireless throughout the property as well 
as a fitness center, outdoor pool, and business center, as well as a resturant and bar 
inside the hotel.  There is no airport shuttle and parking is $7/day.  The rooms are 
blocked -- ask for the Reality Simulations block.  Reservations must be made by 6/12.  
(As always if you have issues making reservations, please let us know!)  

                       Hotel site:  http://www.hiarlington.com 

Look for the tournament info sheet and minioverviews some time in June.  We hope 
you're all looking forward to it and that we will see you there!

                                          -- RSI

                             Mission to the Twisted Lands

                                     Episode One

     Old Brown could run pretty fast if properly motivated, but mostly he walked with 
a long-legged, distance-devouring stride.  He was a huge horse, a half-giant's 
warhorse, shaggy and self-assured, with muscles like half-buried boulders in his 
shoulders and hips.  Lounging in the saddle was the motivating force, the half-giant, 
Keel Woodhaven.  Although in his mind he was slouching and half-asleep, he sat up 
straight in the saddle since that is more comfortable for riding.
     It was twilight, stars coming out above and lights in farmhouse windows below.  
They traveled through vineyards, brown and fallow now in the winter, descending gently 
toward the tree-crowded coast.  The distant trees, not just pines, were green.  They 
stayed green because the marsh that surrounded the city-state of Bonsur had hot 
springs in it.
     Keel Woodhaven had always liked Bonsur.  It had a relaxed feel about it, the 
women seemed prettier, the music was great, everyone thought about having fun.  And 
the booze was excellent, of course.  He passed the arena at the edge of town, and 
paused to read the current statistics, posted on the gate and lit by a lantern.  So, 
an elven cobbler was the Duelmaster?  Why would a shoemaker take up such a painful 
profession?  Then he noticed the team name:  Shewish Picnic.  He snorted.  That 
explained it, all right.  As a half-Shew, he was kind of bothered by that team theme, 
which was present in Home Guard as well.  It was sort of funny though.  He saw that 
Elf Cobbler was headed for the Isle.  Probably not bound for Home Guard just yet, 
though.
     They passed a small chicken ranch.  A rooster uttered an untimely crow.  At about 
that time, Old Brown took exception to something and bolted.  Cussing, Keel hauled on 
the reins, to little effect since the horse was stronger than him and apparently 
frightened.  He didn't see the masked men coming out of their hiding places behind 
him, looking frustrated.  At least not until a crossbow bolt thunked into the backside 
of his leather cuirass. His horse screamed and ran faster.
     Hauling Old Brown to the left as they passed a set of big open gates into a well-
lighted courtyard, Keel got them behind the shelter of the high stone wall, and patted 
the horse's sweaty neck.  "You're okay now, friend.  I'll go take care of those 
bozos."
     As he dismounted, he noticed he was becoming surrounded by uniformed men, some 
with swords and some with halberds.
     "Howdy?" he said, hoping they were friendly.
     "Your horse has been shot," said someone, pointing at a bolt sticking out of Old 
Brown's butt.
     "Well damn!"  Keel laid a comforting hand on the horse's flank, which quivered.
     "So have you," the guard continued.
     "Yeah, thought so.  Doesn't feel like it got through the armor though."  Keel 
tried to look over his shoulder, but could only see the feathered end of the bolt.  
"Who are you guys?"
     "We are the Queen's Guard."
     "What?  Queen Gemra?  Okay, please take care of Old Brown here, and I'll go find 
the ***holes that shot him."
     "Sir, you are mistaken.  You will be taken to a doctor.  We will arrest the 
assailants."
     "Hey!  I'm on a mission from Sheila Greywand.  Anyway, they shot my horse.  My 
HORSE!  I'm gonna get 'em."  Unslinging his huge sword, Keel strode toward the gate.
     Four Guardsmen came with him, flanking him like the trailing ends of a flock of 
geese.  They might have intended a different formation, but he had the longest legs 
and walked the fastest.  The one who'd spoken to him before said, "I'm Corporal Brat 
Langerman.  And you are?"
     "Keel Woodhaven."
     "I've heard of you!  The Queen will want to meet you."
     "That's fine.  Let's stick to the sides of these buildings.  If they're still 
around, we'll be targets in the middle of the street."
     They weren't quiet, exactly, since the guards wore highly polished chain mail 
which jingled.  However, Bonsur had a lively night life.  Music and laughter came from 
bars and nightclubs on adjacent streets, people lingered on corners chatting and 
sometimes playing instruments, and children hawked newssheets, shoeshines, flowers, a 
selection of rouges, and offered to carry packages.  So the sounds the guards made 
weren't too noticeable.
     Keel led the way back to the chicken ranch.  He was thinking that the bad guys 
wouldn't have waited around to be hunted.  They might have left clues, though.  
Perhaps even a discarded, crumpled note offering a cash reward for his head, and 
signed by a notorious crimelord.  Or distinctive cigar stubs, monogrammed hankies... 
personalized masks.  Tracks of boots made by elven cobblers.  Anything.  Witnesses, 
even.
     There were no people on the street near the chicken ranch.  It was full night 
now, a bit chilly although there was a warm and slightly funky breeze from the marsh.
     Corporal Brat Langerman said quietly, "Is this where it happened?"
     "Yup."
     "Well, I don't think they're here anymore."
     Keel was about to agree, when a crossbow bolt appeared in the Corporal's arm.  
The young man hissed, "Everybody down!"
     The guardsmen hunkered against the wall of a hardware store, which didn't offer 
anything resembling good cover except that they were in shadow there.  Keel crouched a 
little, but he knew he was a pretty big target, plus his sword gave off a faint 
greenish glow.  He looked around, searching the darkness for signs of their foes.
     A shadow on top of a shaded walkway across the street shifted a little.  Keel 
pulled a weighted dart out of his pocket and hurled it.  He was good at tavern darts, 
but it was dark, the distance was too great, and he just wasn't lucky.  The little 
missile clattered against the shingles of the porch roof.  There was a startled twitch 
from the half-seen form.  At that instant, Keel lunged across the street.  His long 
legs carried him across to the opposite shadows in three bounds.  More bolts came out 
of the darkness, one lodging in his calf, the others missing him altogether.
     Now the Guardsmen had a good idea where their foes were, and it takes a while to 
reload a crossbow.  The four men charged, yelling wildly.  Tucking his sword under his 
arm, Keel grabbed one of the posts holding up the porch roof, strained, and dislodged 
it.  After a moment he yanked it out of the structure entirely.  The roof sagged, 
there was a yelp of surprise, and someone's foot appeared off the edge of it.  Keel 
grabbed him by the ankle and hauled him the rest of the way down.
     There were brief sounds of fighting, then footsteps that rapidly receded down an 
alley.  Three Guardsmen raced off in pursuit.  Keel's prisoner started to try to get 
away, so the half-Shew tossed him up, grabbed him by the arms and bashed him against 
the wall.
     "Are you okay?" asked Brat, sheathing his sword.
     "Took one in the leg, but it's not too bad I think," Keel said, shifting his 
unconscious prisoner to one hand and bending to pick up his sword.
     "I'll help you tie that one up," Brat said.  "There's a dead one here.  I think 
there were two more."  He grunted slightly, trying to reach something with his injured 
arm.  "Got some ties in my right-hand belt pouch.  If you could get them for me?"
     They bound the prisoner, then bandaged each other.
     "What did they want?" asked the Corporal.
     Keel shrugged.  "No clue.  Let's get him somewhere safe and we can ask him..."  
He listened.  "Your guys are coming back."
     "Yeah."
     The Guardsmen hadn't been able to track their assailants in the darkness, but at 
least there were no further injuries.  The group of them returned warily to the 
courtyard of the Guard House, where a woman was smearing some kind of ointment on Old 
Brown's wound.  After the horse was bedded down in the stable, the Guardsmen led Keel 
into their office, where there was a welcome scent of fresh coffee.  The medic set 
about binding Keel's wound and that of the Corporal, who turned out to be an extremely 
handsome man.  Keel remembered hearing that Queen Gemra required her Guardsmen to be 
good looking.  That didn't mean they weren't competent, though.  Brat had done pretty 
well.
     The medic roused their prisoner with smelling salts.  They all sat in the main 
office, Corporal Langerman facing the miscreant, who was seated in a cushioned chair, 
looking reasonably comfortable except for his bandaged head.  "All right," said Brat.  
"Now I want you to tell me that you're going to turn Queen's Evidence."
     "Not on your life, pretty boy!"  The man had, perhaps, some excuse for hard 
feelings since he was more homely than not, with a crooked nose and eyes set too close 
together.  He and Keel looked shabby and ill-favored amongst all these gleamingly 
handsome Guardsmen.
     Keel leaned forward.  "You guys shot my horse."
     "Oh.  Sorry, didn't mean to do that.  We were just shooting at you."
     "Why?"
     "Glowing sword."
     "What?"
     "Duh, it's a magic sword!  We saw it when you drew it in Delarq Tor, and figured 
we could sell it so we followed you."
     The half-Shew snorted.  "The Dentless isn't magic.  It was in a Chaos Gate for 
five hundred years and it picked up some energy, that's all.  All it does, is glow.  
And cut things."
     The bandit looked chagrined.  "But... it's got to be magic."
     "Ain't.  Sorry kid."
     After that, Keel was taken to enjoy a sumptuous dinner at the Palace.  Queen 
Gemra was a definite babe, with long, silken black hair, a delicate pouty face, and 
luscious curves.  She asked him about his mission, which was to go to the Twisted 
Lands and shut down a leaking Chaos Gate.  He entertained her with the story of his 
adventure on the Two-Shew Express, and she gave him a brown velvet cloak to show her 
appreciation.  She did not invite him to her bed, which was fine because his heart 
belonged to another, always and forever.
     
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                           This is a continuing adventure.  
         Watch for future chapters in the Bonsur and Home Guard newsletters!