Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-5543592-20170422142116

When Tanner recieved his flask he set it aside, and just continued to stare tiredly at the scene playing out before them.

Duncan called up to the fool. "He surrendered, Fool. We win. No maimin', no death, right?"

"Yes, yes, congradulations." The Fool muttered, waving a hand dismissively to show he was conceding them the victory.

"So what's next, then?" Tim asked. "Do we have to beat you or that Tanner guy?"

"Ha!  Nothing so barbaric." The Fool snickered, before loudly clapping his hands.

A young woman entered the room once Kyle had exited. She was African-American, perhaps mid-20s, and in a midnight black dress that probably went out of fashion in the 18th century.

"This is the Black Queen." The Jester announced, gesturing to the woman as she took to the center of the mat, and gave all watching a dazzling smile. "The Crimson King, however, has been wanting a divorce." The Queen held up her right hand, which upon her ring finger a wedding band sat. "You are to, some how, get the ring off her finger.  However, it must be done without touching her, because women are propety or some such Renaissance nonsense, it's just part of the challenge.  The maiming rule got invented for this trial because people were getting creative and shooting the fingers off of all the pretty young women we got to play the part, and then no one wanted to do it... in short, it was a real mess.  I mean, who do you think has to clean up all the severed fingers?  Some poor servant, that's who."

The woman folded her hands in front of her, still smiling pleasantly.

"Alright, go ahead, take your best shots." The Jester said dismissively. "Figurative shots. Please don't shoot this one, I'll get in trouble."