DUEL 2 NEWSLETTER Date : 02/23/2018 Duedate: 03/22/2018 SNOWBOUND ARENA DM-50 TURN-376 This Weeks Top Honors THE DUELMASTER IS INNUIT WORLD BLADES 12 (409) (50-3795) [7-4-0,87] Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader INNUIT REEK WORLD BLADES 12 (409) GOT BLOOD? (427) (50-3795) [7-4-0,87] (50-3985) [3-1-2,29] Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite NERGAL'S FURY EUPHRATES MESOPOTAMIA (389) MESOPOTAMIA (389) (50-3885) [14-10-2,75] (50-3988) [2-3-0,28] THE CURRENT TOP TEAM MESOPOTAMIA (389) TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team 1. MESOPOTAMIA (389) 60 2. WORLD BLADES 12 (409) 23 MESOPOTAMIA (389) 3. GOT BLOOD? (427) 6 Unchartered Team 4. BASH BROS SPORTS (405) 0 5. STRANGE TUNES (369) -8 GOT BLOOD? (427) The Top Teams Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K 1/ 1*GOT BLOOD? (427) 20 12 5 62.5 1/ 2 MESOPOTAMIA (389) 8 7 0 2/ 2 MESOPOTAMIA (389) 154 115 6 57.2 2/ 1 BOOK OF THOMAS (421) 5 5 0 3- 3 BASH BROS SPORTS (405) 85 88 3 49.1 3/ 4*GOT BLOOD? (427) 4 3 3 4/ 0 STRANGE TUNES (369) 55 61 2 47.4 4/ 5 WORLD BLADES 12 (409) 2 2 0 5/ 5 WORLD BLADES 12 (409) 8 9 0 47.1 5- 3 BASH BROS SPORTS (405) 1 5 0 6/ 4 BOOK OF THOMAS (421) 57 70 5 44.9 6/ 0 STRANGE TUNES (369) 0 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 It is I, Novgorodny Vir, Spymaster of Spymasters. Look on my work, ye mighty, and despair! The boys at BOOK OF THOMAS left the arena dejected, after being kicked out of the top spot by MESOPOTAMIA. Good show! WORLD BLADES 12 had cause to celebrate, after INNUIT got 23 points by beating HAPPY. A certain someone should cut down on the drinking and practice more, after losing 8 points to INNUIT. (Discrete enough, HAPPY?) Can you believe it? MARBLE MOUTH apparently has better things to do as SNOWBOUND's Duelmaster than show up and fight! Now I can't insult INNUIT, as she has gloriously dueled to the top. Oh great new Duelmaster!!! (Stop me if I lay it on too thick) So who's the team that's been walking into taverns last week and ordering milk? Sounds like a PR stunt to me. A Zenmaster once told me, 'Does not the spinning wheel turn? And do not the little birds cry out?' Any ideas? Perhaps the warriors of BOOK OF THOMAS should take up some hobbies, as they are the most avoided team... Like a pup with its tail between its legs, MESOPOTAMIA scurried away from BOOK OF THOMAS. Oh, the shame! If challenges were horses, CACTUS JACK could open up a fast food joint! Ah, the duel! The roar of the oppenent, the smell of the crowd! Ask not a spymaster for counsel, for he will pontificate long after you have fallen into an unconscious stupor. All good things must come to an end. My fingers tire and I fear my incessant prattling may cause unfair judgement upon my impeccable character. Can anything compare to the pleasure of writing Spyreports for SNOWBOUND? On that giddy note I take my leave-- Novgorodny Vir DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME INNUIT 3795 7 4 0 87 WORLD BLADES 12 (409) CHALLENGER CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME -MARBLE MOUTH 3940 11 8 1 94 BOOK OF THOMAS (421) CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME HAPPY 3399 11 14 1 82 STRANGE TUNES (369) NERGAL'S FURY 3885 14 10 2 75 MESOPOTAMIA (389) -EXISTENTIAL BLUES 3402 9 15 0 70 STRANGE TUNES (369) CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME CACTUS JACK 3916 15 14 1 64 BOOK OF THOMAS (421) DEAD GODS 4SALE 3911 9 9 0 58 MESOPOTAMIA (389) ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME -NEVERMORE 3401 6 18 0 56 STRANGE TUNES (369) -THE HUNTING SONG 3471 5 1 1 50 STRANGE TUNES (369) -THE MOUNTAIN 3969 5 2 2 49 GOT BLOOD? (427) CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME -RED WOMAN 3966 4 1 0 29 GOT BLOOD? (427) REEK 3985 3 1 2 29 GOT BLOOD? (427) EUPHRATES 3988 2 3 0 28 MESOPOTAMIA (389) -GREY WORM 3967 4 3 1 25 GOT BLOOD? (427) INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME SLIPPERY GATER 3984 5 1 0 16 BOOK OF THOMAS (421) BABYLON FIRE 4006 1 0 0 16 MESOPOTAMIA (389) ZIAAURAT 4004 2 0 0 10 MESOPOTAMIA (389) -STORMBORN 3968 2 3 0 9 GOT BLOOD? (427) '-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn. THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge? STORM BEAST 3974 0 2 0 BOOK OF THOMAS 421 REEK 3985 376 TIGRIS 3987 1 2 0 MESOPOTAMIA 389 REEK 3985 374 REVENGED ROCKY MTN 3939 1 2 0 WORLD BLADES 12 409 GREY WORM 3967 374 PERSONAL ADS LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS NERGAL'S FURY bested CACTUS JACK in a action packed 1 minute master's Challenge fight. HAPPY was demolished by INNUIT in a 1 minute one-sided Title melee. DEAD GODS 4SALE overpowered DANGEROUS CRIMINAL in a 3 minute mismatched duel. SLIPPERY GATER was viciously subdued by EUPHRATES in a popular 5 minute brutal fight. STORM BEAST was butchered by REEK in a 1 minute uneven brawl. ZIAAURAT defeated KARNHORN DESERTER in a 2 minute novice's struggle. BABYLON FIRE viciously subdued EMBEZZLING SCRIBE in a 1 minute novice's competition. BATTLE REPORT MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS |FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT| |AIMED BLOW 2 AIMED BLOW 14 - 8 - 2 64 | |LUNGING ATTACK 2 PARRY-STRIKE 5 - 3 - 2 63 | |TOTAL PARRY 2 WALL OF STEEL 5 - 3 - 0 63 | |PARRY-STRIKE 1 STRIKING ATTACK 13 - 10 - 2 57 | |PARRY-RIPOSTE 1 TOTAL PARRY 11 - 9 - 0 55 | |STRIKING ATTACK 1 PARRY-RIPOSTE 4 - 4 - 0 50 | |WALL OF STEEL 1 PARRY-LUNGE 1 - 1 - 0 50 | |PARRY-LUNGE 1 LUNGING ATTACK 15 - 16 - 2 48 | |SLASHING ATTACK 0 BASHING ATTACK 19 - 22 - 2 46 | |BASHING ATTACK 0 SLASHING ATTACK 3 - 16 - 0 16 | Turn 376 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: PARRY-STRIKE 1 - 0 PARRY-LUNGE 0 - 1 2 WALL OF STEEL PARRY-RIPOSTE 1 - 0 SLASHING ATTACK 0 - 0 2 LUNGING ATTACK STRIKING ATTACK 1 - 0 BASHING ATTACK 0 - 0 2 AIMED BLOW WALL OF STEEL 1 - 0 1 PARRY-LUNGE AIMED BLOW 1 - 1 1 PARRY-RIPOSTE LUNGING ATTACK 1 - 1 1 TOTAL PARRY TOTAL PARRY 1 - 1 1 STRIKING ATTACK 1 BASHING ATTACK TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME WALL OF STEEL INNUIT 3795 7 4 0 87 WORLD BLADES 12 (409) LUNGING ATTACK NERGAL'S FURY 3885 14 10 2 75 MESOPOTAMIA (389) AIMED BLOW CACTUS JACK 3916 15 14 1 64 BOOK OF THOMAS (421) Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above. The overall popularity leader is NERGAL'S FURY 3885. The most popular warrior this turn was EUPHRATES 3988. The ten other most popular fighters were NERGAL'S FURY 3885, BABYLON FIRE 4006, DEAD GODS 4SALE 3911, INNUIT 3795, ZIAAURAT 4004, REEK 3985, CACTUS JACK 3916, HAPPY 3399, SLIPPERY GATER 3984, and STORM BEAST 3974. The least popular fighter this week was STORM BEAST 3974. The other ten least popular fighters were SLIPPERY GATER 3984, HAPPY 3399, CACTUS JACK 3916, REEK 3985, ZIAAURAT 4004, INNUIT 3795, DEAD GODS 4SALE 3911, BABYLON FIRE 4006, NERGAL'S FURY 3885, and EUPHRATES 3988. 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. * * * * * This is a continuing adventure. Watch for future chapters in the Bonsur and Home Guard newsletters!