Stickdom
I’m a fixer. I fix broken things. It’s what I do.
Talk to The Lame Man
The Lame Man seems to be a fair enough opponent for today, you are certain to beat him in the end, hopefully with a handful of new techniques to perfect. You walk towards him non-chalantly, trying to hide your eagerness to get into a scrap. Waiting a moment until he finishes his exercises and takes a seat in the sand, you seize the opportunity and step into his field of view. "Not bad, old man! You can almost do half as many as I can, it's a good start, I suppose." You are talking bravado out the side of your mouth here, you know that the Lame Man is as fit and strong as you are in every way, despite his handicap. He chuckles and pulls himself to his feet, or foot rather, leaning heavily on his thin wooden cane, saying, "And if I had half of the useless meat on my bones as you have in your thick head, kid, I woulda had more body than Mammoth over there." He smiles and points his cane in the direction of the hulking monk, who is even larger than the mercenary you beheaded in the arena earlier that day.
You chuckle sarcastically, The Lame Man was known for his sharp mind and sharper tongue, old age had certainly brought him wisdom to supplement his misfortunes. "For being older than the dirt you're standing on, you're not in bad shape. What do you say we have ourselves a sparring match, you and me? See if I can't teach you a thing or two today." He nods and shuffle-hops over to a chalk ring scraped out on a stone floor slab, while you run to one of the racks and grab a wooden sparring scythe, little more than a staff with a second, smaller stick secured to the top end. Not quite as elegant as your Nighthawk, but safer for non-lethal duels. You meet The Lame Man in the ring, standing opposite him, and he leans on his cane, a second stick in his other hand in place of his sword. He calls out across the space to you, "The usual rules? First to knock their opponent out of the ring wins." You nod in response, readying your weapon in both hands, and he surprisingly makes the first move. Loping across the fifteen feet that divide you, his speed is impressive, but you are ready for him. For this match, you...
{1} ...decide to take it easy on him, let him get some hits. He is your elder after all and he may show you something cool if you don't beat him to a pulp.
{2} ...go all out, no holds barred. He may be a crippled old man, but he is a worthy opponent. You have to beat him fast and hard to earn his respect.
{3} ...get fancy, showing off your style and technique in the flashiest way possible. If you get his attention, he might give you some more tips.
{4} ...try to dodge all of his attacks, working on your agility and speed. If he doesn't get a single hit in, he may wear himself out.
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The Lame Man seems to be a fair enough opponent for today, you are certain to beat him in the end, hopefully with a handful of new techniques to perfect. You walk towards him non-chalantly, trying to hide your eagerness to get into a scrap. Waiting a moment until he finishes his exercises and takes a seat in the sand, you seize the opportunity and step into his field of view. "Not bad, old man! You can almost do half as many as I can, it's a good start, I suppose." You are talking bravado out the side of your mouth here, you know that the Lame Man is as fit and strong as you are in every way, despite his handicap. He chuckles and pulls himself to his feet, or foot rather, leaning heavily on his thin wooden cane, saying, "And if I had half of the useless meat on my bones as you have in your thick head, kid, I woulda had more body than Mammoth over there." He smiles and points his cane in the direction of the hulking monk, who is even larger than the mercenary you beheaded in the arena earlier that day.
You chuckle sarcastically, The Lame Man was known for his sharp mind and sharper tongue, old age had certainly brought him wisdom to supplement his misfortunes. "For being older than the dirt you're standing on, you're not in bad shape. What do you say we have ourselves a sparring match, you and me? See if I can't teach you a thing or two today." He nods and shuffle-hops over to a chalk ring scraped out on a stone floor slab, while you run to one of the racks and grab a wooden sparring scythe, little more than a staff with a second, smaller stick secured to the top end. Not quite as elegant as your Nighthawk, but safer for non-lethal duels. You meet The Lame Man in the ring, standing opposite him, and he leans on his cane, a second stick in his other hand in place of his sword. He calls out across the space to you, "The usual rules? First to knock their opponent out of the ring wins." You nod in response, readying your weapon in both hands, and he surprisingly makes the first move. Loping across the fifteen feet that divide you, his speed is impressive, but you are ready for him. For this match, you...
{1} ...decide to take it easy on him, let him get some hits. He is your elder after all and he may show you something cool if you don't beat him to a pulp.
{2} ...go all out, no holds barred. He may be a crippled old man, but he is a worthy opponent. You have to beat him fast and hard to earn his respect.
{3} ...get fancy, showing off your style and technique in the flashiest way possible. If you get his attention, he might give you some more tips.
{4} ...try to dodge all of his attacks, working on your agility and speed. If he doesn't get a single hit in, he may wear himself out.
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