Logfile from Elendor.
Moria, Coliseum Viewing Stands(#20629RantU)
This long narrow room runs halfway around
the circular coliseum pit, with row after row of benches for spectators to sit
and watch the carnage below. The whole area is brightly lit, with troughs of
burning oil suspended from the far-off ceiling, safely out of reach. At a few
areas in the stands, there are platforms, with actual chairs, for those orcs strong enough to claim the better seating. You can
look down to the arena floor. A wide ramp leads down to the southeast, away
from the stands.
[Rukghash]
The viewing stands of the coliseum are filling, ever so
slowly, to the brim. The half-circle shaped area is made of cold stone, roughly
hewn and placed for seating. A rumbling of sound,
constant humming of noise, a plethora of conversations are carried on at once.
The sands of the coliseum are empty, yet stains of black blood litter the once
golden sands. Bits of metal, wood, and orc-flesh also
litter the ground - a testament to what has already occured
here.
Off to one side is Rukghash,
his armour neatly mended and freshly blackened. The
victor of the Ladder Championships keeps a seat near the edge of the ring, his
eyes passing over the sands from time to time in contemplation of something
unseen. "We'd better have ourselves some good matches today!" An uruk calls from the back, a smille
soon appearing on the face of Rukghash.
[Nazdatz(#23381)]
Amid the throng of eager uruks that pour into the
stands is the scowling, sullen face of Nazdatz. The
other victor of the Ladder Competition, called by many the runner-up, glares
darkly about at the seething mass of orcs, and pushes
his way forward to gain a better view. However, his runtish
strength is as naught to the tide of chattering spectators, and he finds
himself unwittingly driven closer to Rukghash. With a
snarl of annoyance, the small uruk is spat out from
the crowd, almost at the Tetrak's feet, and he stops
in his tracks to gaze up at the Master Hammerer of the Morghash.
[Rukghash]
THe Master Hammerer's eyes flow
evenly down to Nazdatz, the smirk on his face
ever-widening to reveal the collection of fangs held within his mouth. "Ah, Nazdatz." The
Hammerer's voice growls, his eyes twin bowls of fire. "Good to see you
have taken an interest in fighting." A slight snicker escapes from the
Master Guard and is echoed by some of the uruks
nearby whom wish to win the Hammerer's favor. Yet, the
Hammerer turns and casts a glare at those who do laugh, his face emotionless
but his eyes screaming.
"Perhaps, Nazdatz, you
would fight again today. Oh, well, fight for the first time today in the
tournament, and show all those gathered here that you deserved your
victory." The Hammerer's voice is strangely calm, his eyes quieted and
staring evenly with Nazdatz. "Perhaps.."
[Ezmakh]
From the coliseum, DRUMS! few uruks from tyhe stands simultaniously beat the drums as a first uruk enters the colesium itself.
A stout uruk it is, well hidden under many metals -
over his head body and legs. Only to crimson orb can be seen between the silver
and grey wearings of this stout orc.
Stepping slowly into the arena, Ezmakh looks aropund at the watching and shouting crowd. Scanning and
scanning, releasing a hidden grin as well, he lingers his head once he notices
his master, Rukhghash, present too.
[Nazdatz(#23381)]
Glaring to the onlookers and their sniggers, the runt hisses at them with
unbridled contempt. Looking then to Rukghash again,
his curbs his outrage as he returns the Hammerer's gaze. The uruk's eyes narrow to hide their malice, and when he
answers, his voice is wary and his words lightly spoken. "Nazdatz needs to find good place to watch the fight,"
he sniffs. "He has no time for battle today. Rukghash
is great warrior, he would entertain them better."
He closes his wavering mouth as the drums roll out their
booming rhythm, and he looks around with excitement as the heavy set orc strides out. Nazdatz then
turns to face Rukghash anew, and asks, "Does Rukghash know of this one? Nazdatz
has never seen him. Will he give a good fight?"
[Rukghash]
Rukghash grunts, his eyes
glaring at Nazdatz. "He is one of my
Hammerers." The words are simple, his head turning and inclining slightly
to Ezmakh. "He will fight well. Who will he
fight though?" The Master Hammerer's words are calm, his hands spuring into a slight bit of action.
Then Rukghash stands, his eyes
carrying over the crowd. Then a smirk appears on his face. "I take it noone will challenege one of my
Hammerers?" The Master Hammerer pauses, his eyes mocking. "Hah! Our
prowess is too well recognized!" Rukghash turns back to face Ezmakh as he says
this, his shoulders shrugging a bit. "We will have a deul then, my fellow Hammerer. /WE/ will honor the Gothshaka in this way." With that Rukghash
moves to the edge of the arena and steps up onto the rim, with a grunt and a
glare the Master Hammerer leaps down into the Coliseum.
Moria, Coliseum(#11263RantU)
This is a huge cavern, at least half an acre
in size, the ceiling far out of reach, where troughs of burning oil lie
suspended, to give a bright light to the area. The floor is covered in blood
and gore-stained sand, and the walls are broken only by the viewing stands,
running halfway around the circular arena, about 20 feet up. At intervals on
the walls are giant iron loops that chains can be attached to, to hold prisioners or wild beasts. Save them, the place is free of
any decoration, to leave no distractions to the fighters who meet here.
From the audience, Nazdatz
blinks in surprise, and darts forward to lean over the rail, watching the
Master Hammerer spring down to the arena floor. Turning back to watch his back
for but a moment, he scowls anew to the others, and then swivels again to watch
the events below, as the crowd roar their approval.
[Ezmakh(#19968)] Now looking only at the Master ob
Hammerers, and listening to his calls, from close distance it can be viewed
that Ezmakh's grin broadens. "Yes, Master
Hammerer," He calls in reply, reaching his right hand to behind his back
and drowing out his scimitar. "From the Mines
and Forges honour will come!" As he finishes the
sentece, the Hammerer raises the scimitar straight up
in the air, making the crowd cheer and shout. A spark fills the dark red eyes
of this orc, as again and again he slightly lowers
his arm and raises again, calling "For the
Flame!"
[Rukghash]
"Indeed," Rukghash
replies with a slight grin, his eyes moving over Ezmakh
slowly. Drawing his axe and readying his shield the Master Hammerer looks up to
the crowds of Morians. "This match is to be one
fought under the fire of arrows. No more than ten of you may take up a bow and
fire at us, the only brave ones among you!" The Hammerer's words are
clearly a taunt, his eyes seeming to mock the entire crowd.
Turning back to his fellow Hammerer, Rukghash
says, "We will fight to submission, Hammerer. I will not kill you, and I
would hope the same in return." The Hammerer grins, his axe now held ready
at his right - his shield before him. "Shall we?"
From the audience, Slyly glancing
to either side, the runt in the stands takes a step back, and folds his arms.
"Nazdatz might have fought after all," he
says earnestly to those gathered, "but mighty Rukghash jumped before he could agree to it. Oh well,"
he adds, slipping his bow from his shoulder with a sneaky fire in his dark
eyes. "Nazdatz will have to help out to make
amends." Sneering as he nocks an arrow to his bowstring, he leans back
over the rail, and squints with a snarl to Rukghash.
From the audience, A tall,
broad-chested beast of an uruk
exits his seat near the rim of the viewing stands with a hearty chuckle on his
dancing lips.
"Aright! You, you, you.. and you there.." Gristle points out a few nearby bow-orc until the predescribed 10 are
reached. "Fire at ye will after tha first blow,
and then on ma mark."
Yanking an
elongated bow from it's pouch at his shoulder, the
tall creature takes aim.
Ezmakh looks at the audience
balconies as the Master Hammerer speaks to the crowd, lowering now his scimitar
to his side, he releases a snort from the taunting callings just said, and
searches with his now glitteing eyes any archers
'volunteering'. His left arm now wipes his dirty cheeks for a moment, and after
a small examination that his buckler is well fit the Hammerer turns his
attention back to his master.
"Your words are fine with me, Master Rukhghash," his tounge
slithers and rolls, "let our duel begin!" The second part is spoken
much louder, a shout to be more exact. Now, Holding
the forward half of his left arm in front of him, so the metal plate tied to it
is ready to block, he raises again the scimitar and charges. Gaining speed as
he approaches Rukhghash Ezmakh
holds the scimitar above the right shoulder, and once arrived
he slams the buckler at the direction of Rukhghash's
head and at the same time sends his blade toward sthe
opponent's waist.
Ezmakh attacks you with his
Scimitar!...
...and you parry his attack with your Axe!
From the audience, Taking three
arrows from the small quiver at his waist, Gristle plants them carefully in the
seat of his pants barb first. Squirming about, and rubbing his hind quarters
against the stone lip of the stands, the uruk
chuckles a deep throaty laugh.
"Makes
things a big mowa interestin,
eh? Hah!"
Slapping a
broad palm on the shoulder of a small bow-uruk beside
him, the large archer continues to laugh.
Swift as an
extinguished torch, an arrow finds itself notched and readied at the large Morian's bow, his right hand falling to fletchings
in signal; the shaft is loosed.
From the audience, Ckrag
launches an arrow through the exit heading Down...
Yikes! An arrow!
From the audience,
Ckrag's arrow flies wide, doing
no harm.
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
[Rukghash]
Rukghash's axe comes quickly
across his body to block the scimitar - the Hammerer circling to his left with
the motion. Just as quickly, Rukghash steps in with
his right foot and brings his axe back across his body to try and slam into the
side of Ezmakh. "Yes..." The Hammerer's
voice is cold, devoid of emotion.
Just as soon the arrows begin to zip in. Zip! Zip! The
first few miss their mark as the dueling uruks begin
the dance.
From the audience, Smiling
cruelly, Nazdatz takes aim, and with a hissing curse
of encouragement, he lets fly his arrow. There is little room to mistake his
target, and the dart shoots through the air towards Rughash's
head.
You attack Ezmakh with your
Axe...
[Combat(#13388)->Rukghash]
Your attack against Ezmakh
moderately wounds him!
From the audience, *Twaaaaaaang!*
No sooner does the
first dart fly than another takes its' place where the first once was.
"Hold!
Hold! Wait till he finishes his attack!"
Grinning,
Gristle dances slightly as he re-adjusts the remaining arrow.
"Now! Second
volly!"
*Twaaaaaaang!*
The archer's bowstring sings loudly as the second arrow
speeds on its' way. Gristle licks a sore finger as he curses the vibrating aparattus's lacing of his beefy finger.
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
Being in a position where both his weapon and his shield can scarcely defend
from a strike, Ezmakh attempts an improvised combined
movement of crouching his stomach backwards while spinning the face the
opponent, and in the meanwhile attempt to block the axe with either of his
battle items. Unfortunately for him, Rukhghash axe
flies too high for the scimitar and too low for the shield, thus hitting in the
stomach with no troubles at all, making a loud Clank of metal meeting metal. Ezmakh Blinks forecely with the
hit, and releases a voice grunt of sudden pain. Now drowining
his buckler to defend alone, he gives a quick straight movement of the scimitar
towards Rukhghash's right shoulder.
Ezmakh attacks you with his
Scimitar!...
...and he misses!
From the audience, Gristle's ratty features recoil
smartly as he takes a moment to sniff the final arrow now nocked
to the large weapon.
"Curse tha runt as left ma bowstring out to rot. Bah! Ma damned
aim be all over tha bloody stadium."
The large
creature's wide nose twitches irritably as fumes from the rancid barb wafte across his intense visage.
"Now! Third volly!"
Tracking Ezmakh carefully, Gristle lets fly..
From the audience, Ckrag
launches an arrow through the exit heading Down...
Yikes! An arrow!
Ow! You've been injured for 3 hp's by the bowshot.
ARB: Please RP this injury accordingly.
[Rukghash]
An arrow, a single dart in the air of the coliseum, zips
past Rukghash's head - his body jerking away slightly
in reflex. Still though, the arrow draws a thin line of black blood from his
neck - a nick of a wound. A snarl rumbles from the Master Hammerer, the sound
deep and guttural.
Then the Hammerer shifts his body away in order to avoid
the strike of his fellow Hammerer. Whoosh! The blade spins past, harmlessly.
Then, in a sudden burst of motion, Rukghash steps in
quickly - another arrow bouncing off of the metal armour
on his back. A grimace of pain. Quickly his axe comes
in and up, attacking from below to try and catch Ezmakh
in the stomach.
You attack Ezmakh with your
Axe...
[Combat(#13388)->Rukghash]
Ezmakh dodges your attack.
From the audience, Sighing as his poor aim intercepts Rukghash, the archer chuckles.
"Ahhh, well. Take over, Nazdatz... ah must see bout ma finger. Ah, and send ma tha filthy animal as lefts ma bowstring out to rot!"
Packing the
long bow over his shoulder once more, Gristle scratches his rear irritably
before waddling from the stands.
From the audience, <OOC> Ckrag
says, "Thanks for the rp, guys. Sorry couldn't
stay long."
From the audience, Grumbkul
sits on a crowded bench in the stands, quietly in contrast to the others in a frenzy about the match, and the cries of the archers and
whizzing of arrows. No, Grumbkul makes no noise, only
sits broodingly, watching the still-young fight with burning eyes. The Hammerer
has no bow to fire--luckily for those in the stands, judging by the lack of
skill he displayed in the archery range several weeks ago... the audience would
be in greater danger than the combatants. Instead he sits and watches, gnawing
idly on a large bone with hardly any meat left on it.
But then as first blood is drawn, he stands up with an
excited grin. "Get 'im, get 'im!"
he yells, and then throws the large chewed bone into the coliseum, aimed at the
fighters--something at least, if not an arrow. "Get 'im
good! Make 'im bleed!" he yells.
Who it is he's rooting for isn't exactly clear... then
again, it may not exactly matter to the Hammerer as to who makes who bleed.
From the audience, Ignoring all else in the great hall, Nazdatz nocks another arrow to his bow, and cackles
gleefully as his first dart harries the Master Hammerer. A gurgle of delight
rumbling in his throat, he takes aim once more, waiting for a clear shot.
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
Arrows flying from all sides, shrieking by the ears with their almost invisible
movements, Ezmakh always keeps in movement not to
remain the easiest traget. So far it has proven well,
and a larger leap to his right also saves the Hammerer from another meeting of Rukghash's axe.
Now focusing, a quick inspection of the Tetrak's scans the next point to attack, but only for a
split of second. Soon the scimitar is launched forward to the opponent, now with a wide movements for the legs.
Ezmakh attacks you with his
Scimitar!...
...and he misses!
[Rukghash]
The Master Hammerer circles swiftly away from the
oncoming blade, stepping in as he does so. His own axe reaches out to the right
and begins to move swiftly across his body towards the left. The axe sweeps
through the air, cutting a clear path for the stomach of Ezmakh.
The Master Hammerer uses his weight to add force to the
blow, as well as his momentum. Hips and body shifting round to the left, the
axe sweeps in ever-faster.
You attack Ezmakh with your
Axe...
[Combat(#13388)->Rukghash]
Ezmakh parries your attack with
his shield!
From the audience, "Now!" rasps Nazdatz to himself Rukghash
advances, and he lets fly his shot, growling with concentration. His bowstring
hums against his arm as he fires, but he heeds it not, so intent is he on
watching the outcome.
From the audience, Nazdatz
launches an arrow through the exit heading Down...
Yikes! An arrow!
The bowshot hits Ezmakh,
lightly wounding him.
Ezmakh spins in his place,
keeping in same distance his left arm, or to be more exact the metallic plate
attached to it, from his body. CLANK metal meets metal again, this time both itemss velocities ar ehigher thus making a louder noise to echo sharply in the
room.
And yet this block is not flawless, unfortunately for Ezmakh, for an arrow at that moment scratches his heel, a
spot covererd by leather only, and black blood starts
to spill also from this opponent to the ground. All this happened in a couple
of seconds, and yet the movement continues. Ezmakh countinues
his self spin and rasies the scimitar in the mid hieght. The blade now flies horizontically,
and is aimed to hit Rukghash from the other side his
attack was given - aimed for the shoulder.
Ezmakh attacks you with his
Scimitar!...
...and he hits! Ouch!
From the audience, Nazdatz
watches on as his arrow slashes into the heel of Ezmakh,
and curses. Snarling angrily at his mistake, the runt steps back from the rail
of the stands in disgust, his bow thrown back over his shoulder. Casting a few
vicious glances to the orcs either side in embarassment, he need not have bothered, for they all watch
the fight below. His claws reaching up to scratch his head in irritation, he
turns away and slips into the crowd, vanishing within moments.
[Rukghash]
The scimitar of Ezmakh leaps
over the Master Hammerer's shield, catching him lightly along the deltoid
muscle. No blood spurts from beneath the chain links, but bleed the wound does
- however lightly. Then >Rukghash dances inwards on
his own, axe ready to lash out. So the black bladed axe does,
leapsing from about chest height with a flick of the
wrist to try and cut downward along Ezmakh's torso. Rukghash lowers his hips with this motion, trying to add
power to his strike.
You attack Ezmakh with your
Axe...
[Combat(#13388)->Rukghash]
Ezmakh parries your attack with
his Scimitar!
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
As after his successful attack Ezmakh stands with the
upper half at one direction and the legs at the opposite one, the Hammerer
gives a leap in which he turns his lower section be again ful
faced with Rukghash. During this jump he powerfully
flies the scimitar downwards and slams the axe away from him..for now. His landing is heavy, due to his
equipment, and an arrow flies above his head - if he had been in the air few
more moments, he surely would have been hit. Now ready stable again, the
Hammerer flies the left plate at the drection of the
axe and the right blade towrds Rukghash's
head, with great strength and even a growl.
Ezmakh attacks you with his
Scimitar!...
...and he misses!
Rukghash ducks, his head
dipping underneath the blade of Ezmakh. Grunting the
Master Hammerer rises up from his crouch, bringing his axe up vertically to try
and strike between Ezmakh's legs - the blunt end of
the axe being brought up instead of the sharp end. "Good strikes.."The Hammerer
grunts, some more arrows zipping by from the few members of the crowd that lob them in - none striking the fighters.
You attack Ezmakh with your Axe...
[Combat(#13388)->Rukghash]
Ezmakh dodges your attack.
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
With a jump backwards and letting the axe cut only the air, Ezmakh
manages to mutter with a blunt tone "learned form the best." noisly meeting the ground once more, this time Ezmakh lands not quite stable, the injured leg slaming badly the ground, and it makes him crouch on his
right knee in order not to completely fall on the ground. The Hammerer needs
several seconds to gt back on both his legs and
stables himself for continuing the duel.
[Rukghash]
Rukghash does not stall in his
motions. Quickly does the Master Hammerer follow up on his rising attack with
an opposing one. Stepping forward Rukghash
brings his axe down hard towards the shoulder and back of Ezmakh
- reaching past the urukk to make such a strike. A snarl
springs to the lips of the Hammerer even as he does so - his eyes terribly
intense.
You attack Ezmakh with your
Axe...
[Combat(#13388)->Rukghash]
Ezmakh dodges your attack.
Ezmakh quickly spins his waist
and shoulders only for the assualt, apparently he was
quick enough to recover since he remains safe once more. Arrows still flying
harmlessly around, the Hammerer jumps on an oppurtunity
of the current situation. Rukghash's passing of him
can leave his back comletely open, if the attack is
swift enough. Jumping on this option, with a quick straight movement Ezmakh thrusts his scimitar toward sthe
opponent's back.
Ezmakh attacks you with his
Scimitar!...
...and he misses!
[Rukghash]
Indeed, Rukghash motion carries
him past Ezmakh, but also out of way of the strike.
Spinning quickly, Rukghash wastes little time in
trying to take advantage of another opening. The Master Hammerer leaps forward
his axe raised above his head again for another descending strike. Whish! The
blade comes down with a terrible pace, its bloody edge seeking yet more for the
feasting. Rukghash's arms bluge
and snap down, his eyes alight and burning.
You attack Ezmakh with your
Axe...
[Combat(#13388)->Rukghash]
Your attack against Ezmakh
badly wounds him!
From the audience,
A tall figure enters the viewing stands. He does not ascend
the stairs from the antechamber below, so it is safe to assume that King Durbmog has some hidden passage or secret path to the
stands. He enters his viewing box with a faint smile; in his hands he holds a
bent orc-bow.
From the audience,
Amid the insanity of the roaring crowd, a
large, dread-locked Uruk stands. His burly arm is
held high into the air and he moves it back and forth steadily. Within his
grasp he holds tight a bundle of arrows, black fletched and barbed. Beside him
stands another of near height, no he is bald and from his mouth he shouts to
all those that can here. "Arrows!" Cries the skin-head, "Arrows for a silver penney!"
Only now again do Uruk come to the pair to perches
some of the lethal darts.
From the audience, As the
combatants down in the arena exchange a series of missed attacks, Grumbkul seems to grow bored with the insufficient amounts
of blood. He looks around at the archers and snarls to one nearby, "You
idiots are the ones who're supposed to be -good- at this!" His sudden
outburst distracts the archer, who misses his shot completely, sending the
arrow to an empty corner of the arena. A few spectators laugh at the poor shot,
as does Grumbkul. He ignores the archer's growling
retort, and reaches into a bulging pocket in his filthy garment, and produces a
few good-sized rocks. He grins, "Good thing I brought along some
ammunition of my own." He flings a few of them into the arena at the
fighters, not seeming to care which he hits. As he does, the flash of Rukghash's axe hitting Ezmakh
releases and excited yelp from his belly.
From the audience, A huge
hulking figure enters the Coliseum Stands. The cave troll points his toeless
feet towands the front row of seats. Mol nudges orcs aside and steps over a few who are passed out from too
much ale. IT takes mere moments for the great beast to get to the front row and
peer down into the coliseum floor. "Ohhh
Mol not too late!" The olog backs his
bulk up and plunks himself down in the front row.
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
A loud growl, VERY loud growl now echoes above the cheering viewers. Rukghash's attack is almost patient, slashing at Ezmakh's chest an attack even Mithril
won't stand. A roar of pain comes from the just hit Morghash
Tetrak, as the blow also raises him in the air and
flies him backwards several feet, falling on his back. Body and wearings heavily meeting the mud, the Scimitar is dropped
from his hand by the slam. Black blood begins to cover in a much greater amount
than so far. Ezmakh pushes the ground with his hands
painfully, managing for now to got to a sitting
position.
Ezmakh removes Fryth.
Ezmakh puts down a Scimitar.
From the audience,
the arrival of Snerl is silent, as his footsteps cannot be heard over the
howling, screaming orcs and trolls that are massed
together as they view the spectacle below. Snerl
struggles to move as close as he can to the front, but settles with a place a
little far back, but a place where he can still view the fighting below fairly
well.
[Rukghash]
The Master Hammerer grins, flipping his axe over in his
hand. Not noticing those whom have entered the arena, save the obvious sounds of
the Troll, Rukghash eyes the fallen Hammerer for a
moment. Then Rukghash snaps forward, his right foot
leading the way as his axe sweeps in low - the blunt side of the axe swinging
in to try and catch the Hammerer square across the face. "Submit..." Rukghash growls as his axe barrels in towards Ezmakh' face. "Or pick up that sword."
You attack Ezmakh with your
Axe...
[Combat(#13388)->Rukghash]
Your attack against Ezmakh
moderately wounds him!
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
Breathing heavily and stille seaten,
Ezmakh doesn't have much to do to avoid the axe and
thus he is hit once more. Sweat reflecting the torchlights
gathering upon his face, the Hammerer lowers his head and murmurs. "Well,
Master Hammerer I, yes, I.." And with a sudden
movement he draws a new metal from his belt - a small dagger, and swiftly he
attempts to thrust it into Rukghash's leg.
Ezmakh attacks you with his
Dagger!...
...and he misses!
[Rukghash]
A slight shift of his leg, and
the dagger narrowly misses. THe Master Hammerer
grins, his face a wicked contortion of pleasure. "Good..." Rukghash's voice
trails off, his eyes spotting his next attack. From on high does the axe
of the Master Hammerer descend, again the blunt face of the axe coming down
instead of the cutting edge. Drop, drop the axe does towards the back of Ezmakh's head.
Zip! Zip! Zip! An arrow narrowly misses the Master
Hammerer in mid-strike, causing him to waver slightly - his power and
concentration thrown off.
You attack Ezmakh with your
Axe...
[Combat(#13388)->Rukghash]
Your attack against Ezmakh
badly wounds him!
From the audience, A roar erupts from the crowd, led it
almost seems by Grumbkul, as Ezmakh
goes for his dagger. This is the kind of treachery and fighting they seem to be
hungry to watch--the Hammerer especially. "You!
What're you just standin' their for?"
Grumbkul roars to the nearby archer. "Shoot 'em! Shoot 'em!! Don't stop now...
shoot 'em!"
The small archer glances nervously at Grumbkul,
his new personal heckler, and then releases a shot; but like the others, it
misses, shooting past the Master Hammerer.
"Might be a better chance of hittin'
'em with /you/ instead of your darn arrows," he
growls, then he grins and indicates the troll now
sitting in the front row a few aisles away. "If he don't
toss you in, I might."
From the audience,
Durbmog lowers his bow,
settling down in his box with a broad smirk.
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
The momentum of the missed dagger attack as now combined with a great slam at
the same direction, and the still sitting Ezmakh is
again knocked to the ground, this time on his front. However, in comparison to
his previous fall, this time it's slower and softer, and placing both hands on
the mud he manages to prevent his head from hitting it once more. Not moving
from this position, Ezmakh's voice is slithered
painfully "Now I... submit, yes. Master Rulghash.. I am.. yes
I am worn out."
[Rukghash]
The Master Hammerer smirks, a wide malicious smirk that
encompasses his entire face. "Good fight, Senior Hammerer. Good
fight." Rukghash lowers his shield and raises
his axe victoriously into the air, moving away from Ezmakh
slightly to salute the still roaring crowd. "MORIA!"
Rukghash bellows, his eyes passing of the Gothshaka's chair where they linger momentarily - a bow
given to the seated Lord of Moria.
Turning back to the Fighter's entrance Rukghash calls out, "Bring Ezmakh
aide and get him to the apothecary to be healed. He fought well."
From the audience, Mhosh can't
help herself. She stands up (not that it makes much difference in her height)
and claps and shouts "Moria! Ahhh!!!" She then seats
herself again, looking around at the glances she gets, with a smirk.
From the audience,
Rasing both of his arms in the
air, Snerl gives a loud snarl, as loud as he can,
spittle flying from his mouth and hitting the oblivious orcs
in front of him.
From the audience, "BOOOOO!"
The olog bellows down into the arena floor.
"KILL!" Obviously the olog is not happy
with the outcome of the fight. With a snort he grabs a bow of an orc beside him. He struggles for a moment before he gets
the arrow nocked. It looks strage
to see a troll using an orc bow but he does and he
clumsily launches an arrow down at the fighters.
From the audience, Mol launches an arrow through the exit
heading Down...
Yikes! An arrow!
From the audience,
Mol's arrow flies wide, doing
no harm.
Whew...the arrow flies wide, doing no harm.
[Ezmakh(#19968)]
"Thank you, Master Hammerer, been years since I fought seriously agaisnt such a skill." Ezmakh
manages to mutter, coughing some blood on the muddy ground." He manages to
rise, but fails. Soon, however, some uruks run into
the arena as commanded by Rukghash, and pick him up,
taking the exhausted uruk out of the arena, with the cheerings and Booings of the
crowd.
From the audience, <OOC> Mol thinks this might be
an elf longbow
From the audience, Grumbkul's
eyes see Mol's arrow fly into the arena and sees that
one miss too. "Grah!" he shouts frustratedly and begins to turn and yell once more at the
little uruk archer he had just been heckling.
"Don't you--" he cuts himself off as he sees that the little uruk archer is no longer there, but instead, the looming
form of a troll, holding a... bow? The short-tempered Hammerer restrains his
outburst, and keeps his critique to himself, turning back instead to look into
the arena, as if nothing had happened at all. A few sideways glances are given
to the archer-troll, just out of precaution.
[Rukghash]
The Hammerer's eyes go a bit wide at seeing a troll try to fire an orc sized bow - and at the sight of it Rukghash can only smirk. Moving then, with a bit of a haggardly pace, the Master Hammerer makes his way to exit the coliseum sands.