The Discus

The Discus is the fifth encounter in Grand Games: The Ascent
==Enemies==
* Nymph Judge (975 Gold, 120 XP, 75 Energy, 5 HP)
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
"Have you ever thrown a discus before?" the satyr asks.
"No," you reply. "But I've thrown rocks..."
"This is different."
"My masters taught me how to fight with more weapons than most people even know the names of. I'm sure I'll pick it up."
"Fine. But you go last. Watch how the others do it."
He hands you the discus, which does indeed appear to be suitably disc-like.
The first competitor, a barbarian woman with thighs like battering rams, steps up to the throwing position. She extends her right arm to the side, holding the discus in place against the inner side of her forearm. The woman grunts and spits. Then she spins. Her muscular body whirls round and round, fiery hair streaming in the crisp mountain air. After several rapid rotations she releases the projectile. It flies into the distance as she revolves to a gentle stop.
That doesn't seem so difficult...
===Conclusion===
"You sure you want to throw?" the satyr asks. "There are other events you could-"
"Just watch."
You push him aside and stride to the throwing position. As a child you used to spin around and make yourself dizzy, for whatever dubious reasons occurred to your young mind at the time. And you've thrown things before. Lots of things. So it stands to reason that doing both at the same time should come as little challenge.
With that comforting thought, you spin.
The world whirls. Everyone and everything spirals around you in a glorious blur. So this is why you liked spinning in circles as a boy. It's actually rather fun...
You release the discus, spin round a few more times, and fall on your butt.
The nymph judge falls in sympathy. Or at least you assume it's sympathy, until the satyrs help her to her feet -- and blood's streaming down her face.
"What... What happened?" she asks.
The nymph gazes three feet to the left of the satyr she seems to be addressing. She topples again, but they hold her upright.
"I... I think a golem hit me... Are we at war?"
"No," the satyr says. "You were judging the discus, and that idiot-"
"Oh! Yes! Discus! Judging!" The nymph blinks. "I think..."
She twirls her hand in an absentminded fashion.
"...[Player Name] wins."
"But he-"
"[Player Name] wins!"
This is what comes of having a good, memorable name...
Category:Grand Games: The Ascent