Boy howdy (Woe)

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Tending the fields, honest if droll work. However there was honor in good work and satisfaction in the knowledge that what he was doing not only fed his family but others as well. The man was old. Somewhere in his lower fifties grey beginning to be the predominant color within his beard, but his eyes still held a blue twinkle as he whistled and worked the fields. Even in the constant rains and drizzles of the weather that wracked Yaralon. The muck he squelched through as he tended his fields long accepted as a fact of life by the man. Predominantly farming gourds and stone grain the man had been in the game long enough to have made an art of his practice, rotating crops as needed cutting out vines that were diseased or spoiled and spotting signs of vermin and such. Far to his left one of his sons was similarly walking the fields and inspecting the produce, it was looking to be an average season, but they'd gotten buy on worse, perhaps he'd be able to squirrel away enough excess to buy something nice for his wife.

Further back near the barns there were young men working toiling away on all manner of work, one of the men therein was a brooding figure who'd been with them for a short time but he'd caught the farmers eye perhaps if only for his lack of obvious story. Most of the laborers where sons who aspired to get rich enough to buy arms and move to yaralon. Or some other task that needed money, occasionally travelers would trade work for housing until the dry season returned and travel would become easier. The man in question was apart of a small group setting fence posts that would make a new enclosure for swine it wasn't exactly pleasant work, the mud getting on everyone and everything involved, but it was the easiest time of their year to do it before the ground hardened like iron in the dry season. Meandering over to where the fence posts were being set.

“It's 'ard work eh? I appreciate ya doin it though”

Pulling a pipe from his pocket he kept it under the brim of his hat as he loaded some sort of seemingly orange dries plant matter into it before flicking a small flint over it a few times before it caught. Whatever it was the moment a good spark hit it it ignited readily even in the damp environment it had a smokey though not unpleasant smell.

“My old bones make that sorta work a day end'er fer me anymore.. anyways, where ya from son, I don't think I've had the pleasure of makin yer acquaintance, M'names Joad.

Offering the pipe to him the man gestured to a nearby porch with some chairs on it.

“C'mon and take a load off, I pride myself on knowing the men who work about me farm, where ya from son?”

If woe decided to take the proffered pipe he would discover that it warmed him in such a way that his very bones seemed to be warm the wet weather almost ignorable in it's entirety with the aid of the odd plant.

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The work was backbreaking and exhausting. To make it worse, the rains would not stop, plain and simple. At least it provided a free shower to wash off the grime and sweat as he plodded on, pounding each picket in the fence down into the earth. He did this most of the workday until he heard an old man talking to him.

"It's hard work. I wouldn't say it's difficult. I wouldn't mind if it stopped raining for at least a few breaks." Woe replied.

The smoke from the man's pipe smelled pleasant enough over the stench of workmen and moldy surroundings.

So saying, he listened to the man's invitation, and nodded, touching the brim of his hat. He followed the man over toward the nearby porch and took the pipe uncertainly before taking a puff of smoke. He was surprised at how good it tasted. The smell did not disguise a foul flavor. Once he'd sampled the pipe leaf, he responded to the man's question, "Joad. I'm Woe. I am from er, well I came from the North of here. How I got here is... a long story. We've still got a lot of work to do, so..."

Woe wasn't keen on telling an ignorant farmer the story of his recent life's events. They were incredulous enough that they might not believe him. Then again, Yaralon was a stranger place than most he'd been. In any event...

Woe nodded to the farmer, excusing himself for a moment. Then he went on to begin working the fields again.

The ex-slave barely noticed a set of men off to the side. They wore the leathers of typical Yaralon thugs. They were eyeing Woe, and his whip. He being the only one in the village right now that carried a weapon brought with it some challenges whenever folk such as this passed by. For one, it drew their attention at all was a bother. Nobody enjoyed getting into the face of a man or woman whose teeth had purpled from too much Yaralon whiskey.

It was another matter when that brash fool got it into their head that they wanted to start challenging hapless farmers to duels.

So it was with much trepidation that Woe watched one of these malcontents approach him, his hat tilted upward. He had a chain whip, curled and hanging from his belt. His hand just inches from its handle as he got into Woe's face. The Yaralon bruiser smiled his purple teeth, and muttered, "Yorsh gorth ther whirp. Wanner derl?"

Barely understanding a single slurred syllable, Woe shook his head, and continued to worry the earth with his hoe. The old man was still on his porch, watching as Woe worked and ignored this brute. He seemed worried about a fight breaking out here and now, but he said nothing, if he was thinking it.

The Yaralon thug pushed Woe by the shoulder after moments passed with no answer. He muttered more of his purple nonsense, and Woe squared himself with the warrior. His own hand drifted toward the light leather bullwhip at his side. "What do you want?"

The old man finally chimed in, "He wants ter duel yer sonny! What say ya!? Think ya can make a go of it with a real Yari?"

Woe cast an incredulous look over his shoulder, at the old man. Then he felt it fall on the ground. The Yari's steel gauntlet, along with the ribbon that was tied to its wristband. "We derl art norn. Be thar or be scarce." So saying, the thug walked off to his buddies, who all congratulated the thin-blooded cretin for his bravado. Woe didn't enjoy fighting all that much, but he did enjoy inflicting pain.

Noon it was.
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Mud and splattered dirt kicked up with every step Woe took along the terraces of Withersfield. It was nearing high noon, and the rain never seemed to quit. Having lived most of his life in temperate and chilly Rynmere, he was not used to the savannah weather, with its wet and dry seasons. It was always hot in Yaralon, and no wonder that the city was continually decimated by infections, disease, and famine. Yet Withersfield did what it could to remedy that iniquity, by providing the great city with food. That was part and parcel of what Woe was involved in here. Yet still, some fools slipped by the Sober patrols, and thought to accost migrant workers, ranchers, and farmers alike.

Woe followed the muddied slopes down to where there was some solid, yet infertile land, where he could make a decent stand. Noon, yet they hadn't shown. Had the young brute gotten cold feet? No Woe didn't believe it. Honor was of utmost importance to the Yari, and they had a very peculiar view of death and scarring than most civilized cultures.

Woe waited at that spot, getting rained on. Most of the droplets were caught on his wide-brimmed hat, that he'd gotten off one of the sober who pulled the carcass of a beast off of his hide. A beast that had stopped him midway between Yaralon and the terraces. He was lucky to be alive, and lucky that Sober militant had happened by when he did. And in the Sober's kindness, he granted Woe his wide brimmed hat before they parted ways.

Now it was that hat that sheltered him from the worst of the elements.

A quarter break passed, and Woe almost thought to turn tail and head back for more work, when he heard that purple chattering on the wind. The posse had arrived.

The lined up to a man, seven of them, all in a row in front of the ex-slave. The one who'd challenged him stepped forward, and unfurled his chain whip from his belt. Woe noted its dimensions, quite a lot shorter than his own, yet that didn't matter too much. In a situation where you were expected to kill within fifty seconds or less, there was little room for caution or beating around the matter at hand.

Yari, to their credit, knew that lesson better than anyone.

So Woe swifly unfurled his own whip from his belt, and moved his arms about, trying to get them limber for the combat to commence. The first strike was the yari, who snapped the whip of maile at his face. Woe narrowly avoided it, but his hat went flying. As he ducked beneath the chain, he sent his own whip flying forward, striking the man in the knee, then the shin as he curled the trajectory of the flexible weapon. For all the sound that maile whip made in Woe's face, his opponent seemed to be slow on the recovery of it.

Yet soon enough, ignoring the pain from his shins and knees, the metal whip did curl around and then strike forward again, this time gashing Woe on the chest. The ex-slave fell on his back, slipping on the mud.

The Yari brute, heartened by this fumble, came forward, but Woe was ready with a front kick to his groin. He had to slide out of the way after that strike, to avoid getting his eye gouged by the metal whip, which as it was only fell on his shoulder as the Yari went down to his knees, letting go of the weapon.

Woe grabbed the metal whip by it's narrow end, and took it up for himself. He curled it around in the air, and snapped it forward, striking again and again against the brute who'd dared challenge him. He enjoyed the humiliation of being a 'farmhand' and defeating a seasoned Yari duelist.

Yet it wasn't over. Without the supervision of a darstrion, the duel must be fought to the death. So Woe after snapping the whip front and back, along with his own leather bullwhip, coiled the metal one around his opponent's neck. There, he got around the back of him, and began to put the squeeze. The Yari's face turned near as purple as his teeth were, until he gagged his last attempt at breath, and fell dead to the muddy earth.

The posse, stunned by this outcome, and at Woe's prowess with a whip, began backtracking, heading off in the direction they came. They left the body of their fallen comrade like it was a piece of useless meat. But then that was the Yari way. Once the soul had fled the body, it was no longer theirs, or anyones. It was just a measure of cold meat.

So Woe returned to the farmer, but not before picking his hat back up and placing it on his head, muddied rim and all. The exslave coiled the new metal whip around his hand, enjoying the feel of the iron maile makeup of the whip. He could see himself using this sort of weapon in the future.

The old farmhand greeted him from the porch of his hut, "Oy there, Rynmerite. Howsh it? Ya got the man's meat for yerself?"

Woe shook his head, pointing off in the direction he'd left his fallen opponent.

The old man snapped his fingers, and whistled for the other helpers to head off, and gather the body. It'd be useful for fertilizer, if nothing else.
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Knowledge:

[*]Dual wield: Whip x Whip
[*]Whip: Metal whips are slightly slower to recover from a swing, and less agile, but hit harder.
[*]Whip: Bullwhips can make intricate attack patterns when whipped from end to end.
[*]Whip: Two whips are better than one, sometimes.
[*]Whip: Can be used as a garrote.
[*]Whip: Chain whip can be wrapped around the knuckles to form an iron fist.

Magic: No magic exp

Other: Renown +10 for winning a duel against a Yari
+1 metal whip

Notes:
Whip VS Whip! Unintelligible Mutterer vs the Mortalborn Torturer! A very nicely written combat thread for sure. Great action with a swift pace. Woe didn't come out unscathed, but won convincingly. And he got some nice loot for it too. Yaralon culture seems very brutal though, where a random, unsupervised challenge is to fight to the death.

Also, that accent you gave the Yari did a good job in displaying just how incomprehensible he was. It took me a couple rereads of the lines to finally figure out what was being said, haha.

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