Date   : 02/14/2018    Duedate: 02/27/2018


DM-65    TURN-668

This Weeks Top Honors


(65-7608) [25-12-2,159]

Chartered Recognition Leader   Unchartered Recognition Leader

WHIR LI                        GO CART MOZART
SAND DANCERS (233)             BY THE LIGHT (776)
(65-7608) [25-12-2,159]        (65-7637) [3-2-2,41]

Popularity Leader              This Weeks Favorite

WHIR LI                        LIRI TYL AI
SAND DANCERS (233)             SAND DANCERS (233)
(65-7608) [25-12-2,159]        (65-7515) [16-37-0,97]



Team Name                  Point Gain  Chartered Team
1. BY THE LIGHT (776)          22
2. SAND DANCERS (233)           0      THAT SMELL (760)
3. THAT SMELL (760)            -4      Unchartered Team

                                       BY THE LIGHT (776)

The Top Teams

Career Win-Loss Record           W   L  K    %  Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns    W  L K
 1/ 1 THAT SMELL (760)          84  42  4 66.7   1/ 1 SAND DANCERS (233)       11  4 1
 2/ 2*BY THE LIGHT (776)         6   4  2 60.0   2/ 2 THAT SMELL (760)          4  3 0
 3/ 3 SAND DANCERS (233)       %1504 %1596 46 48.5   3/ 3*BY THE LIGHT (776)        3  3 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.

I like my popcorn popped, buttered, and tasty, with no tough hulls.  You came with too 
many tough hulls, Popcorn, so I had to shuck you out of them.  But it was a good 

Whir Li

                                      SPY REPORT

     It is I, Novgorodny Vir, Spymaster of Spymasters.  Look on my work, ye mighty, 
and despair!  BY THE LIGHT had cause to celebrate, after BLINDED got 12 points by 
beating BUMBLEFINGER.  Win some, lose some.  Speaking of which, BLINDED was winsome, 
after beating BUMBLEFINGER and seeing him lose 10 points.  Those who hoped for a new 
Duelmaster were disappointed by POPCORN, of THAT SMELL, who despite a 13-6-0 couldn't 
overcome DAL SHANG's Number 1.  So who's the team that's been walking into taverns 
last week and ordering milk?  Sounds like a PR stunt to me.   
     So much to report, so little time!   
     Ah, the duel!  The roar of the oppenent, the smell of the crowd!  Questions are 
being raised about the disposing of severed body parts in the arena.  A certain 
tavern in DAL SHANG would I avoid!   
     Leave me now, you base fools!  More important duties call me.  Like a mixed 
metaphor, and an overtaxed simile, I now bid DAL SHANG farewell-- Novgorodny Vir  

DUELMASTER                     W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 WHIR LI 7608                 25  12  2   159       SAND DANCERS (233)

CHALLENGER CHAMPIONS           W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 LIRI TYL AI 7515             16  37  0    97       SAND DANCERS (233)
 KURR LI 7607                 19  18  1    96       SAND DANCERS (233)

CHAMPIONS                      W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 POPCORN 7488                 13   6  0    85       THAT SMELL (760)

ADEPTS                         W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
-SHRAAAMP 7573                 8   3  0    56       THAT SMELL (760)
-MIASMA 7405                   2   0  0    49       THAT SMELL (760)
 GO CART MOZART 7637           3   2  2    41       BY THE LIGHT (776)

CHALLENGER INITIATES           W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 BLINDED 7638                  3   2  0    28       BY THE LIGHT (776)

INITIATES                      W   L  K POINTS      TEAM NAME                  
 LEAPIN LIZARD 7654            2   1  0    17       SAND DANCERS (233)
 BUMBLEFINGER 7655             1   1  0     5       SAND DANCERS (233)

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

THE DEAD                W  L K TEAM NAME            SLAIN BY              TURN Revenge?
CITRUS 7446            21  6 0 THAT SMELL 760       WHIR LI 7608          666   

                                     PERSONAL ADS

Two wins over standbys, this is good. -- Liri tyl Ai

Blinded -- Ah, but I didn't need to see you, because you were stumbling around and I 
heard you fine. -- Leapin Lizard

And a third win over a standby.  I like that for a good beginning. -- Bumblefinger

                                  LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS

WHIR LI devastated POPCORN in a 1 minute mismatched Title fight.
LIRI TYL AI won victory over SWEET ANELLA in a exciting 4 minute gory expert's battle.
KURR LI vanquished MASTER OF THE EDGE in a 1 minute mismatched brawl.
LEAPIN LIZARD was overpowered by GO CART MOZART in a 1 minute one-sided fight.
BLINDED vanquished BUMBLEFINGER in a 1 minute brutal mismatched fight.

                                    BATTLE REPORT

             MOST POPULAR                        RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS     
|FIGHTING STYLE               FIGHTS        FIGHTING STYLE     W -   L -  K   PERCENT|
|AIMED BLOW                       3         LUNGING ATTACK     7 -   0 -  0     100  |
|BASHING ATTACK                   2         TOTAL PARRY       16 -   6 -  0      73  |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE                    1         AIMED BLOW        12 -   7 -  1      63  |
|STRIKING ATTACK                  1         STRIKING ATTACK    2 -   2 -  1      50  |
|TOTAL PARRY                      1         BASHING ATTACK    15 -  16 -  1      48  |
|PARRY-LUNGE                      0         PARRY-RIPOSTE      3 -   7 -  0      30  |
|PARRY-STRIKE                     0         PARRY-STRIKE       0 -   0 -  0       0  |
|LUNGING ATTACK                   0         PARRY-LUNGE        0 -   0 -  0       0  |
|SLASHING ATTACK                  0         WALL OF STEEL      0 -   0 -  0       0  |
|WALL OF STEEL                    0         SLASHING ATTACK    0 -   0 -  0       0  |

Turn 668 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-RIPOSTE      1 -  0     PARRY-LUNGE        0 -  0         3  AIMED BLOW     
STRIKING ATTACK    1 -  0     PARRY-STRIKE       0 -  0         2  BASHING ATTACK 
AIMED BLOW         2 -  1     LUNGING ATTACK     0 -  0         2  TOTAL PARRY    
BASHING ATTACK     1 -  1     SLASHING ATTACK    0 -  0         1  PARRY-RIPOSTE  
                              TOTAL PARRY        0 -  1         1  LUNGING ATTACK 
                              WALL OF STEEL      0 -  0         1  STRIKING ATTACK

                               TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE

FIGHTING STYLE   WARRIOR                     W   L  K PNTS TEAM NAME                  
AIMED BLOW       WHIR LI 7608               25  12  2  159 SAND DANCERS (233)
BASHING ATTACK   KURR LI 7607               19  18  1   96 SAND DANCERS (233)
TOTAL PARRY      POPCORN 7488               13   6  0   85 THAT SMELL (760)
STRIKING ATTACK  GO CART MOZART 7637         3   2  2   41 BY THE LIGHT (776)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.

The overall popularity leader is WHIR LI 7608.  The most popular warrior this turn 
was LIRI TYL AI 7515.  The ten other most popular fighters were GO CART MOZART 7637, 
WHIR LI 7608, BLINDED 7638, KURR LI 7607, LEAPIN LIZARD 7654, POPCORN 7488, 
BUMBLEFINGER 7655,  0,  0, and  0.

The least popular fighter this week was BUMBLEFINGER 7655.  The other ten least 
popular fighters were POPCORN 7488, LEAPIN LIZARD 7654, KURR LI 7607, BLINDED 7638, 
WHIR LI 7608, GO CART MOZART 7637, LIRI TYL AI 7515,  0,  0, and  0.

The following warriors will travel to AD after next turn:

WHIR LI (65-7608) SAND DANCERS (233)

                             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, 
     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 
     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 
     "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, 
     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?"
     "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."
     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 
     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."
     "Glowing sword."
     "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.  
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