DUEL 2 NEWSLETTER Date : 02/09/2018 Duedate: 03/08/2018 TROCAR ARENA DM-54 TURN-354 This Weeks Top Honors THE DUELMASTER IS OUT OF TP BASH BROS BATHROOM (331) (54-3258) [12-2-2,114] Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader OUT OF TP POSITION IS EMPTY BASH BROS BATHROOM (331) (54-3258) [12-2-2,114] Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite LUTHIEN LUTHIEN LEGIONS OF FATE (351) LEGIONS OF FATE (351) (54-3297) [9-6-1,35] (54-3297) [9-6-1,35] THE CURRENT TOP TEAM LEGIONS OF FATE (351) TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team 1. BOOK OF THOMAS (341) 30 2. BASH BROS BATHROOM (331) 6 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) 3. GOT BLOOD? (345) 0 Unchartered Team 4. KILLER B'S (348) 0 5. LEGIONS OF FATE (351) -4 DROOLING DUELERS (114) The Top Teams Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K 1/ 2 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) 27 17 2 61.4 1/ 3 LEGIONS OF FATE (351) 7 8 0 2/ 3 BASH BROS BATHROOM (331) 83 74 5 52.9 2- 1 KILLER B'S (348) 6 4 0 3/ 4 LEGIONS OF FATE (351) 38 37 3 50.7 3/ 2 BASH BROS BATHROOM (331) 5 3 1 4- 5 KILLER B'S (348) 35 36 1 49.3 4/ 5 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) 5 3 0 5- 6 GOT BLOOD? (345) 11 15 1 42.3 5- 6 GOT BLOOD? (345) 1 1 0 '*' Unchartered team '-' Team did not fight this turn (###) Avoid teams by their Team Id ##/## This turn's/Last turn's rank DUELMASTER'S COLUMN Notes from the arena champ. Being out of toilet paper is not pleasant. If you have time, at home, and the only person impacted, it is easy enough to resolve. A quick shower and all is well. But if not... The options are much more limiting. Hopefully nobody who reads this has experienced the worst situations that can arise when you run out. But it happens. My advice?!? Always stock up! Keep a hidden stash for emergencies. Travel with a roll or two. And when you're hosting guests?!? Toilet Paper should be higher on the list than just about anything! -- Your Duelmaster, spreading the ills of running out, Out of TP SPY REPORT Greetings warriors! It is I, Zontani Sharp Eyes, here to bring report of the clash and bustle of the weekly TROCAR games. Former top team KILLER B'S was unseated this week as LEGIONS OF FATE moved up from 3rd ranking to take the top spot with a 2-3-0 record for the round. RUSSIAN LULLABY caught the eye of many in the gladiatorial commission as he skillfully bested LUTHIEN and was awarded 19 points in recognition. In one of the week's more notable duels, RUSSIAN LULLABY put down LUTHIEN, causing him to lose 13 points of recognition in the process. Not for nothing has OUT OF TP in the past laid claim to the Duelmaster's throne, and this week he's proven his combat skill yet again. Would you believe that over half of the old women in TROCAR seem to feel that they could fight better than you gladiators? But come now, let us look deeper into the maze of contention and crossed blades that is city TROCAR. I saw one fighter that warriors avoided when this week's challenge seeking began. BOOK OF THOMAS is feared. This much I can say. Apparently the stalwarts of LEGIONS OF FATE are catching the bulk of jests down at the challenging board for their large share of the avoids. What warrior does not hone his years, impatiently waiting for the moment of his foe's mortality? Some say a warrior is judged by the way he bears arms. One thing is sure, better a dagger in hand then a sword on the belt! The girls are as pretty in TROCAR as ever I remembered them....and the fighters as ugly! Don't let your reputation slip! Ahh, but I can hear the spires of a far off city calling to me. I must away! Till next we meet remember - the pen is mightier than the sword, but a maul is a different story!-- Zontani Sharp Eyes DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME OUT OF TP 3258 12 2 2 114 BASH BROS BATHROOM (331) CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME -DEMON MONKEY 3249 8 5 0 86 GOT BLOOD? (345) -LEAKY TOILET 3112 16 21 0 81 BASH BROS BATHROOM (331) CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME -BODIDDLY 3285 6 2 0 66 KILLER B'S (348) CHINA WHITE 3214 6 1 0 63 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME SYMGARA 3300 9 6 1 56 LEGIONS OF FATE (351) -BELINDA 3288 5 2 0 45 KILLER B'S (348) RUSSIAN LULLABY 3213 5 0 0 44 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) -BONECRUSHER 3289 5 2 0 38 KILLER B'S (348) BIG CHILL 3216 7 4 1 37 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) DUNCAN 3298 8 7 1 36 LEGIONS OF FATE (351) -BILLY 3265 8 7 0 36 KILLER B'S (348) LUTHIEN 3297 9 6 1 35 LEGIONS OF FATE (351) CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME -BRENDA 3268 7 7 1 33 KILLER B'S (348) WINTROW 3306 3 0 0 29 LEGIONS OF FATE (351) WHISPER QUIET 3215 5 6 0 27 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME KORLAN 3295 5 7 0 22 LEGIONS OF FATE (351) INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME -KINGSLAYER 3248 3 6 1 20 GOT BLOOD? (345) '-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn. THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge? PERSONAL ADS LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS OUT OF TP devastated VENOMOUS CONCUBINE in a 1 minute mismatched Title fight. SYMGARA vanquished WHISPER QUIET in a exciting 1 minute uneven battle. CHINA WHITE overpowered DUNCAN in a 1 minute mismatched duel. LUTHIEN was unbelievably bested by RUSSIAN LULLABY in a popular 8 minute brutal fight. BIG CHILL devastated KORLAN in a 1 minute uneven brawl. WINTROW overpowered PRETTY LERONA in a 1 minute one-sided struggle. BATTLE REPORT MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS |FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT| |LUNGING ATTACK 2 TOTAL PARRY 11 - 5 - 0 69 | |AIMED BLOW 2 BASHING ATTACK 20 - 14 - 1 59 | |SLASHING ATTACK 2 PARRY-STRIKE 8 - 6 - 0 57 | |BASHING ATTACK 1 SLASHING ATTACK 17 - 13 - 0 57 | |TOTAL PARRY 1 STRIKING ATTACK 5 - 4 - 0 56 | |STRIKING ATTACK 1 LUNGING ATTACK 19 - 17 - 0 53 | |WALL OF STEEL 1 PARRY-RIPOSTE 4 - 5 - 1 44 | |PARRY-LUNGE 0 AIMED BLOW 6 - 8 - 0 43 | |PARRY-STRIKE 0 WALL OF STEEL 1 - 7 - 0 13 | |PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 PARRY-LUNGE 0 - 0 - 0 0 | Turn 354 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: LUNGING ATTACK 2 - 0 PARRY-LUNGE 0 - 0 4 LUNGING ATTACK BASHING ATTACK 1 - 0 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 0 3 SLASHING ATTACK TOTAL PARRY 1 - 0 PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 - 0 1 BASHING ATTACK AIMED BLOW 1 - 1 STRIKING ATTACK 0 - 1 1 TOTAL PARRY SLASHING ATTACK 1 - 1 WALL OF STEEL 0 - 1 1 PARRY-STRIKE 1 AIMED BLOW TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME BASHING ATTACK OUT OF TP 3258 12 2 2 114 BASH BROS BATHROOM (331) LUNGING ATTACK CHINA WHITE 3214 6 1 0 63 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) TOTAL PARRY RUSSIAN LULLABY 3213 5 0 0 44 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) AIMED BLOW BIG CHILL 3216 7 4 1 37 BOOK OF THOMAS (341) SLASHING ATTACK DUNCAN 3298 8 7 1 36 LEGIONS OF FATE (351) STRIKING ATTACK LUTHIEN 3297 9 6 1 35 LEGIONS OF FATE (351) Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above. The overall popularity leader is LUTHIEN 3297. The most popular warrior this turn was LUTHIEN 3297. The ten other most popular fighters were OUT OF TP 3258, SYMGARA 3300, CHINA WHITE 3214, BIG CHILL 3216, WINTROW 3306, WHISPER QUIET 3215, RUSSIAN LULLABY 3213, DUNCAN 3298, KORLAN 3295, and 0. The least popular fighter this week was KORLAN 3295. The other ten least popular fighters were DUNCAN 3298, RUSSIAN LULLABY 3213, WHISPER QUIET 3215, WINTROW 3306, BIG CHILL 3216, CHINA WHITE 3214, SYMGARA 3300, OUT OF TP 3258, LUTHIEN 3297, and 0. 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!