I wrote my story to present a different viewpoint about what a Humakti can be, and I thought that presenting it in the same format as your story would be a lot more interesting than posting "Hey, I think that's dishonorable". As it turns out, Arreth is a PC from my campaign, and while I did use him for my story, I would not feel comfortable in getting into an escalating war of stories with someone else's character; I also doubt I have the time to keep up with your copious writing, much as I would like to. Having said that, I will now turn myself into a hypocrit and respond to this one story...since I got Arreth into this jam, it's only fair that I get him out of it... :)
Arreth found the apostate in Tink. He arrived just in time to meet him and another strange man emerging from an inn having a loud conversation. They stopped short, surprised when Arreth did not get out of their way.
"You are Onslaught...", said Arreth.
"I am...", replied the apostate.
> "A Season ago you killed eight clansmen in a village near Two-ridge
> farm. You killed them knowing they couldn't stand against you and without
> regard for the suffering you have inflicted upon their families."
"You assassinated a Thane who was standing before you as a man of Honor,
assuming that you were the same..."
> Onslaught frowned as if remembering then his brow cleared. "Oh yes, I
> remember now! I had forgotten all about that. To be honest these events all
> blur into one after a while. I remember that time I was fighting the
> Caladralanders in the Rightarm Isles and..."
Arreth waited. When the apostate stopped talking, he said, "You know why I'm here."
> Onslaught smiled a predators smile.
> "Suit yourself. I must admit to being a bit bored, haven't had a good
> fight in three weeks." Onslaught drew his bastard sword.
The crowd that had gathered stepped back.
Arreth frowned, "I will face you at sunrise tomorrow, to the east of town where no other innocents will be hurt by your madness..."
Onslaught considered a moment, then shoved his sword back into his sheath with a clang. "You are no fun...", he said.
Arreth found another inn and spent the night there. In the morning, he got up and made his way to a clear area east of town and began his preparations. Then he waited.
Onslaught and the other came by horseback with many townsfolk trailing at a distance, eager to see the duel. Arreth then saw another group of horsemen approaching from another direction. Militia of some sort, by the look of them. As they got closer, Arreth recognized them as local mercenaries hired by the Lunars when extra "policing" was required that was too "messy" for the regulars...
Onslaught arrived at the wide circle Arreth had drawn. He looked over at Arreth standing on the far side. "Goddess!", he said to the other, "that crystal leg armor must be worth a fortune..."
The other man looked carefully at Arreth, then at his broadsword, stuck in the ground before him. It had a red crystal in the hilt, and the iron of the blade had a reddish tinge to it. Where had he seen that metal before? Not on this plane, he realized...
"Careful...", he said to Onslaught, "this man is dangerous...".
The militia arrived at the circle. The officer called out towards Onslaught:
"You there, with the teeth...you're under arrest for the murder of a Lunar citizen...", he turned to his men, "take him into custody...".
A dozen men dismounted and started walking towards Onslaught.
> Onslaught frowned as if remembering then his brow cleared. "Oh yes, I
> remember now! I had forgotten all about that. To be honest these events all
> blur into one after a while. I remember that time I was fighting the
> Caladralanders in the Rightarm Isles and..."
When the men reached him, Onslaught stopped telling his story and drew his bastard sword with a wicked grin. Magic flew, blood flew, limbs flew, heads flew, and a dozen men lay dead at Onslaught's feet. Onslaught laughed in triumph...the other man chuckled.
The officer, looking on in horror, screamed...
"Fire!"
A dozen crossbow bolts from a dozen mounted militiamen flew across the circle and struck Onslaught. Many bounced away...some stuck. The other watched, incredulous, as Onslaught fell to the ground.
Arreth sheathed his broadsword and walked away.
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