Author: Mansa
Title: Luir's Outpost Auction & Arena Event [Part 2]
Date: 2009-11-02 13:04:21
Type: Logs
Synopsis: In 2004, there was a Recommended Playing Time to play Armageddon, and the event was an Arena Game and Auction in Luir's Outpost. Agent Oseres Kadius, always a party whereever he goes, shows up for fun and to make some deals with House Kurac. This is a -long- log, and is rather raw, but it shows what sort of things happen during a busy event.
Title: Luir's Outpost Auction & Arena Event [Part 2]
Date: 2009-11-02 13:04:21
Type: Logs
Synopsis: In 2004, there was a Recommended Playing Time to play Armageddon, and the event was an Arena Game and Auction in Luir's Outpost. Agent Oseres Kadius, always a party whereever he goes, shows up for fun and to make some deals with House Kurac. This is a -long- log, and is rather raw, but it shows what sort of things happen during a busy event.
Down in the pit the slight, blonde-haired man has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit the whipcord thin man has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit the buxom, red-haired woman has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man walks to the center of the pit.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to announce the first of our pit matches!"
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak flicks a look down into the pit, then raises his eyes again, glancing around quietly.
The dusky, jade-eyed man raises the hood of a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at the wiry, war-braided young man as he adjusts his hood.
The well-toned, blonde woman leans forwards noticably, her attention locked onto the pit.
The wiry, war-braided young man spares a brief glance to you before turning his attention toward the center of the pit.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"On this side we have a man -undefeated- in all of his previous matches!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Especially the ginka sauce matches!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"The one! The only! Reeeegggullaaar Noooogggeeen!!"
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man nods a few times as dozens and dozens of dun clad soldiers hoot and hollar, cheering the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf on.
>talk (to ~fianna) You know I'll take it, love. I always buy what you have to offer.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"You know I'll take it, love. I always buy what you have to offer."
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, nodding toward you:
"Do you want a pair? Or just one?"
>talk (to ~fianna, his greenish-hued gaze shifting over towards the pit) If you lower the price, I'll take two.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, to the trim, amber-locked woman, his greenish-hued gaze shifting over towards the pit:
"If you lower the price, I'll take two."
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, nodding toward you:
"I'll sell you two for thirty-five hundred."
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf trundles out into the fighting pit, raising his free arm up to the crowd as his other holds up his enormous shield.
>emote leans in close to ~fianna
The effeminate, pompadoured man leans in close to the trim, amber-locked woman.
>whi fianna (grinning) How about an exchange for something, other than coin, love?
Grinning, you whisper to the trim, amber-locked woman in sirihish:
"How about an exchange for something, other than coin, love?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"'Dis beh ah dwarf tah dwarf match! Ain't gettin' better 'den 'dis 'ere!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"And on this side, the scourge of the south! Women love him and men would love to be him! Trooper Marook!"
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf reaches down beneath the folds of his dun-colored cloak, grasping the hilt of his obsidian blade.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf draws a dusty curved obsidian sword.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf raises his maces over his head.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man looks between the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf and the small-headed, dark gray dwarf.
>emote breathes in slowly, leaning back to look towards the fighting pit.
The effeminate, pompadoured man breathes in slowly, leaning back to look towards the fighting pit.
The trim, amber-locked woman whispers to you in sirihish:
"Like what?"
>tell fianna (with a tired grin) After, love. After.
With a tired grin, you say to the trim, amber-locked woman, in sirihish:
"After, love. After."
The trim, amber-locked woman brushes her silvery woven, black silk wrap with her fingertips.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf slowly circles left.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man raises his left hand high.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf grunts with a nod as he crouches down behind his massive shield, twirling the sword at his side.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man steps back, dropping his left hand.
Down in the pit the slight, blonde-haired man walks south.
Down in the pit the whipcord thin man walks south.
Down in the pit the buxom, red-haired woman walks south.
>emote takes a double take, glancing to ~toned, before looking back towards the fighting pit.
The effeminate, pompadoured man takes a double take, glancing to the well-toned, blonde woman, before looking back towards the fighting pit.
The tall, spindly man moves to sit on a bench and lean over to watch the pit match.
Her fingers tapping on her leg incessantly, the well-toned, blonde woman watches the pit with her complete attention.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Begin!"
The wiry, war-braided young man rests his forearms on the stone railing, hunching over as he watches the pit intently.
>listen on
You start trying to listen.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Fer deh fists o' stone!"
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf side steps and kicks.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf nimbly avoids the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's circle kick.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf sneers as he rears his helmeted head back from the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's backhand, his cuff barely missing his face.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf slashes the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's body, connecting hard.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"there ya go Noggen"
>contact veric
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the slight, blonde-haired man with the Way.
>psi Is this to first blood?
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the slight, blonde-haired man:
"Is this to first blood?"
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf grunts as he brings his obsidian blade over his head, slamming it down against the haft of the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's mace, then twists to give him another side slash.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
The well-toned, blonde woman lets out a low whistle.
The tall, spindly man shouts, in sirihish:
"Come on, Noggen!"
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, pressing his lips to one side in a slight purse:
"So how do we know if we're fighting for first blood or not?"
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf squints as he brings up his shield defensively, knocking away the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's smash as it rings off his knobby-shelled shield.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf slides right and swings a backhand as the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf passess.
>psi You're doing well, Veric my friend.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the slight, blonde-haired man:
"You're doing well, Veric my friend."
The tall, spindly man looks at the well-toned, blonde woman.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Show 'em what Kurac's made of, Nogen!"
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The slight, blonde-haired man sends you a telepathic message:
"Until one yields."
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf brings up his stumpy boot as the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's fist just misses him.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's kick at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf is partially absorbed by his bracer.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf doubles over in pain from the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's powerful side kick.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
>psi Are all of them that way?
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the slight, blonde-haired man:
"Are all of them that way?"
>talk I think All of them are until first yield.
At your seat, you say in sirihish:
"I think All of them are until first yield."
>cease
You dissolve the psychic link.
The well-toned, blonde woman chews on her lower lip.
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, slowly nodding as he watches the pit intently:
"I see.."
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf charges forward, his shoulder lowered.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf evades the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's charge, who loses his balance and falls.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"'Dis one 'ere, ain't no slouch!"
The tall, spindly man winces.
A thin trail of rich, heady smoke trickles from the trim, amber-locked woman's mouth as she smokes a solidly packed tube of spice.
The trim, amber-locked woman's eyes become glassy-red and half-closed.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf brings up his boot at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's stomach.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf nimbly avoids the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's circle kick.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf rolls right and stand.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf gets up and stands to his feet.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf slashes the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's wrist, connecting hard.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Someone goin ta be hurtin, and I don' think it goin ta be Nogen"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"That had to hurt!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"A good shot."
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf twists his body as he brings his blade dodwn hard against the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's wrist.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
>shout Hurry up!
You shout in sirihish:
"Hurry up!"
The trim, amber-locked woman crushes the end of the smoke beneath the sole of her boot.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf viciously slashes the small-headed, dark gray dwarf on his wrist.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf rushes forward at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf with his shield lowered, his boots kiocking up loose earth.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf evades the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's charge, who loses his balance and falls.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Altin and Gargon, please come to the center aisle!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"several"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Nice bet, Lutenant."
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack on the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf is absorbed by a new enormous, concave tortoiseshell shield.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf bludgeons the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf on his leg.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
The wiry, war-braided young man's features contort into a mock grimace as he watches blood spew onto the sandy floor of the pit.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf nimbly avoids the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's circle kick.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf grunts as the small-headed, dark gray dwarf slams his mace into his leg as he falls, turning to rise to his feet at the last instant.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf gets up and stands to his feet.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, her voice slightly harshened:
"Is this to the death?"
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak walks east.
At your seat, the well-toned, blonde woman says in northern-accented sirihish, shaking her head:
"None of em are I think"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"ALtin and the little giant, rather!"
>talk (nodding, his attention on the fighting pit) There's a thousand coin fine, if one dies.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, nodding, his attention on the fighting pit:
"There's a thousand coin fine, if one dies."
The trim, amber-locked woman nods.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf leans to one side, favoring one foot before bringing up his wavering leg.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf moves in closer.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's kick at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf is absorbed by his leggings.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf attempts to disarm the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf, but finds his attack reversed!
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf knocks a obsidian-spiked mace from the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's hands and sends it flying west.
A mace comes flying in, landing with a tud.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf knocks a studded, short-handled mace from the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's hands.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf panics, and attempts to flee.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to flee, but is too exhausted!
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf panics, and attempts to flee.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to flee, but is too exhausted!
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf panics, and attempts to flee.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf runs south.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Well done, Nogen!"
The tall, spindly man shouts, in sirihish:
"Kurac"
>rem whistle
You stop using a small, wooden whistle.
>hold whistle
You hold the whistle.
>emote blows loudly on ~whistle, producing a loud, shrill sound.
The effeminate, pompadoured man blows loudly on your small, wooden whistle, producing a loud, shrill sound.
The well-toned, blonde woman purses her lips.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Hurrah fer Nogen and Kurac!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Woaa!"
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf raises both his arms up as the crowd begins to cheer wildly, the two maces lying forgotten on both ends of the arena floor.
The tall, spindly man pushes off of a cloth-padded wooden bench and rises to his feet.
The tall, spindly man walks east.
The aquiline, blond man walks east.
The tall, willowy woman walks east.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Any objections to you two matching up next?"
>look
The Higher Tier Stands [E]
These are the western and more opulant stands of the fighting pit of
Luir's Outpost, whose black stone walls and strangely horned buildings are
visible to the east. While the walls of the pit below are built of stone,
the stands are wooden. Rows of benches fill the lower section of this area
of the stands, with cleared areas for hawkers and those taking and making
bets. A gracefully canopied section against the uppermost row of the stands
has properly cushioned chairs and is obviously set apart for those of some
standing.
A terrace staircase opens up to the east and leads out of the seating
area and the view below is of the red-stained sands of the fighting pit
itself.
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
A obsidian-spiked bone mace lies here.
A couple of cloth-padded wooden benches are here.
The well-toned, blonde woman is sitting on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The wiry, war-braided young man is sitting on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stands near the amber-locked woman.
The athletic, serpent-tattooed man stands watchfully here, his arms crossed.
The trim, amber-locked woman sits on a bench stiffly.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stands near the amber-locked woman.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing behind the trim, amber-locked woman.
The wiry, war-braided young man grunts softly as he glances down at a obsidian-spiked mace.
>say (shaking his head) Shit.
Shaking his head, you say, in sirihish:
"Shit."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Are you fighting?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"He beh puttin up ah good fight, buh ah git deh bigger head!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Who'm I fighting?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Your man was lucky with that last move.. A fine showing regardless."
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stops guarding the trim, amber-locked woman.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak begins guarding the trim, amber-locked woman.
The wiry, war-braided young man begins applauding quietly, its noise quickly lost in the bustling atomosphere around him.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf sheathes a dusty curved obsidian sword.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf picks up a studded, short-handled mace.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf walks south.
>tell kune (pointing over towards ~mace) Kune? Be a dear and pick that up?
Pointing over towards a obsidian-spiked mace, you ask the wiry, war-braided young man, in sirihish:
"Kune? Be a dear and pick that up?"
The wiry, war-braided young man nods simply.
The wiry, war-braided young man pushes off of a cloth-padded wooden bench and rises to his feet.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"If you two spar regularly then I will rematch, otherwise it is you two."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I have faith in him"
The wiry, war-braided young man picks up a obsidian-spiked mace.
>rem whistle
You stop using a small, wooden whistle.
>wear whistle about throat
You tilt your head forward and fasten a small, wooden whistle about your throat.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, suppose we can have the final right away."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Is it too late ta.. y'know, enter?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Appreciate it"
The wiry, war-braided young man makes his way back toward a cloth-padded wooden bench, offering his obsidian-spiked mace to you.
The wiry, war-braided young man sits down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
Frowning as the mace soars into the room, the trim, amber-locked woman asks, in sirihish:
"Are they -insane-, tossing weapons about?"
The hearty, thin-lipped man has arrived from the east.
The hearty, thin-lipped man grins.
The hearty, thin-lipped man asks, in sirihish:
"Who grabbed the mace?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"No, I will put you in if there is time."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye...First teh disengage from combat eh?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I heard you swing a might blade?"
>l hearty
This muscular human's body is well-muscled, hours of training evidenced
in the bulging muscles of his arms and legs and neck. Skin burned dark by
Suk-Krath's unforgiving rays wraps his form in a coppery coating, marred and
broken by numerous scars, some faded while others appear more recent. Hard,
emotionless eyes are set beneath thin dark eyebrows and his lips are so
narrow that they are barely more than a darker line of color against the
copper-hue of his face.
The hearty, thin-lipped man is in excellent condition.
The hearty, thin-lipped man is using:
a pair of grey sandcloth sleeves
a pair of thick grey leather gloves
a bone bastard sword
a bone longsword
a hooded, dun-colored dustcloak
a pair of dark grey sandcloth trousers
a pair of knee-high grey leather boots
The hearty, thin-lipped man says, in sirihish:
"That needs ta go back to the contestant."
The wiry, war-braided young man raises his obsidian-spiked mace as he glances toward the hearty, thin-lipped man.
The hearty, thin-lipped man nods.
The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man has arrived from the east, striding along smoothly.
The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man looks around briefly, then grunts.
To himself, the flint-eyed, jasper-haired man says, in northern-accented bendune:
"Shit, missed him again."
The hearty, thin-lipped man walks east.
The hearty, thin-lipped man says, in sirihish:
"Gotta love a good pit fight"
The hearty, thin-lipped man grins.
The hearty, thin-lipped man says, in sirihish:
"I'll return his wepaon to him"
The wiry, war-braided young man looks up at the hearty, thin-lipped man with a faint nod as he extends his obsidian-spiked mace.
The hearty, thin-lipped man holds out a hand to the wiry, war-braided young man.
The wiry, war-braided young man gives a obsidian-spiked mace to the hearty, thin-lipped man.
The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man turns to leave.
Striding along smoothly, the flint-eyed, jasper-haired man walks east.
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The tall, spindly man looks quickly around at the stands.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Next item.... a complete set of Kurac's "
>shout I already have that!
You shout in sirihish:
"I already have that!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Tembo-Mesh Armor!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Jom! One hundred!"
With her full lips pressed together, the trim, amber-locked woman leans back into her seat, stroking her silvery woven, black silk wrap.
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak grins briefly, refocusing his expression as he glances about.
The stout, grey-bearded man has arrived from the east.
The hunched, red-skinned mul has arrived from the east.
>talk (to ~kune, with a tired grin) How much did yours go for?
At your seat, you say in sirihish, to the wiry, war-braided young man, with a tired grin:
"How much did yours go for?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Jom. Three."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Six pieces.... pus a fine matching cloak!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"name five?!"
At your seat, the well-toned, blonde woman says in northern-accented sirihish, thoughtfully as she taps her knee:
"Tembo Mesh eh?"
The trim, amber-locked woman looks up at the wiry, war-braided young man with a sidelong flick of her jewel-hard eyes.
The wiry, war-braided young man looks up at the stout, grey-bearded man with a brief glance.
The stout, grey-bearded man looks around quietly.
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, in a simple tone as he runs his fingers along his dusty mesh-covered, tembo-hide gorget:
"I got this and my leggings for six fifty I think.."
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak has arrived from the east.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak wanders back over to the trim, amber-locked woman's side.
Dipping into a lavish bow, then offering a stiff salute the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak strides to the trim, amber-locked woman side ripping down his hood.
>talk (with a smirk towards ~kune) And, you're not bidding?
At your seat, you say in sirihish, with a smirk towards the wiry, war-braided young man:
"And, you're not bidding?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Gresh at four!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Five Jom."
The stout, grey-bearded man walks east.
The hunched, red-skinned mul walks east.
The trim, amber-locked woman looks up and nods as the cloaked figures move back in to her.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fine show Noggen"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Jom Five! Give me seven!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Tank yeh."
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, in a simple, lucid tone as he turns his attention back toward the pits:
"I have everything I need."
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man begins guarding the trim, amber-locked woman.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Five.... going once!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Ah beh needed back down."
>shout Six! Mister O!
You shout in sirihish:
"Six! Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Seven, Jom."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once on seven!"
With a faint smile, the trim, amber-locked woman says to the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man, in sirihish:
"Hello, sergeant. Glad you could make it."
>shout Seven-fifty, Mister O!
You shout in sirihish:
"Seven-fifty, Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once of Seven-fifty for Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Eight, Jom"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Twice"
The well-toned, blonde woman looks up at the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man with a twist of her head.
>shout Nine! Mister O!
You shout in sirihish:
"Nine! Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Nine-fifty, Jom."
>emote grins, watching towards the fighting pit.
The effeminate, pompadoured man grins, watching towards the fighting pit.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man.
With a beaming grin, the well-toned, blonde woman says to the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Congratulations Sargeant"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"I have sold this same set to some of you for two large..... give me one large!"
>shout One thousand!
You shout in sirihish:
"One thousand!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One large for the mystery man!"
Gesturing to the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man, the trim, amber-locked woman says to the well-toned, blonde woman, in sirihish:
"Sergeant Darani, Captain Kella has promoted Sergeant Cord. He'll be replacing Sergeant Ferathule when he leaves."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One and one, Jom."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Wha' do ya' think, should I give a crack at tha', Sir?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"eleven for Jom... Once!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Twice!"
>talk (grinning) I should really stop.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, grinning:
"I should really stop."
With a dip of his head, the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man says to the well-toned, blonde woman, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Thank you Sargeant."
At your seat, the well-toned, blonde woman says in northern-accented sirihish, nodding her head to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Good, where is Fer goin?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Might be too late, you should speak with Veric-da immediately"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Sold to Jom"
>talk What a deal.
At your seat, you say in sirihish:
"What a deal."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One and one, Jom.... congratulations."
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man walks south.
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man dips his head to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak turning back to surveying the surroundings.
The slender dark-eyed elf lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
>l cruel
A set of sinister, shooting, cobalt eyes perch above a hooked nose. Longand well-kempt ivory hued hair settles about his head, neat and maintained,while sideburns dissipate as they near his clean-shaven jaw line. Richebony skin fills in the remaining hues of color about his face, excludingthe single depression that rests in the middle of his chin remains ivorycolored. Noticeably powerful shoulders are woven into the frame of thisman, while thick beefy arms drape down from them. Connected to the arms arelarge calloused hands with neatly trimmed fingernails at each fingertip. Achiseled, barrel chest rides atop a flat toned stomach, while below thatrests his proportionate hips. Two legs, like small trunks, hold this man aloft obviously powerful in nature.
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man is in excellent condition.
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man is using:
a stained spiky helmet
a spiked duskhorn collar
a black epaulette with two grey shields
a black epaulette with two grey shields
a set of spiky arm guards
a polished duskhorn bracer
a gurth shell bracer
an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak
a set of spiky leg guards
a pair of spiky boots
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I can fight you Pendeh."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You.. fight me?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Do you think I can take him?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"possibly"
Down in the pit the whipcord thin man has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit the buxom, red-haired woman has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man walks to the center of the pit.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to announce the first of our pit matches!"
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak flicks a look down into the pit, then raises his eyes again, glancing around quietly.
The dusky, jade-eyed man raises the hood of a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at the wiry, war-braided young man as he adjusts his hood.
The well-toned, blonde woman leans forwards noticably, her attention locked onto the pit.
The wiry, war-braided young man spares a brief glance to you before turning his attention toward the center of the pit.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"On this side we have a man -undefeated- in all of his previous matches!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Especially the ginka sauce matches!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"The one! The only! Reeeegggullaaar Noooogggeeen!!"
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man nods a few times as dozens and dozens of dun clad soldiers hoot and hollar, cheering the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf on.
>talk (to ~fianna) You know I'll take it, love. I always buy what you have to offer.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"You know I'll take it, love. I always buy what you have to offer."
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, nodding toward you:
"Do you want a pair? Or just one?"
>talk (to ~fianna, his greenish-hued gaze shifting over towards the pit) If you lower the price, I'll take two.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, to the trim, amber-locked woman, his greenish-hued gaze shifting over towards the pit:
"If you lower the price, I'll take two."
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, nodding toward you:
"I'll sell you two for thirty-five hundred."
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf trundles out into the fighting pit, raising his free arm up to the crowd as his other holds up his enormous shield.
>emote leans in close to ~fianna
The effeminate, pompadoured man leans in close to the trim, amber-locked woman.
>whi fianna (grinning) How about an exchange for something, other than coin, love?
Grinning, you whisper to the trim, amber-locked woman in sirihish:
"How about an exchange for something, other than coin, love?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"'Dis beh ah dwarf tah dwarf match! Ain't gettin' better 'den 'dis 'ere!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"And on this side, the scourge of the south! Women love him and men would love to be him! Trooper Marook!"
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf reaches down beneath the folds of his dun-colored cloak, grasping the hilt of his obsidian blade.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf draws a dusty curved obsidian sword.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf raises his maces over his head.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man looks between the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf and the small-headed, dark gray dwarf.
>emote breathes in slowly, leaning back to look towards the fighting pit.
The effeminate, pompadoured man breathes in slowly, leaning back to look towards the fighting pit.
The trim, amber-locked woman whispers to you in sirihish:
"Like what?"
>tell fianna (with a tired grin) After, love. After.
With a tired grin, you say to the trim, amber-locked woman, in sirihish:
"After, love. After."
The trim, amber-locked woman brushes her silvery woven, black silk wrap with her fingertips.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf slowly circles left.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man raises his left hand high.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf grunts with a nod as he crouches down behind his massive shield, twirling the sword at his side.
Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man steps back, dropping his left hand.
Down in the pit the slight, blonde-haired man walks south.
Down in the pit the whipcord thin man walks south.
Down in the pit the buxom, red-haired woman walks south.
>emote takes a double take, glancing to ~toned, before looking back towards the fighting pit.
The effeminate, pompadoured man takes a double take, glancing to the well-toned, blonde woman, before looking back towards the fighting pit.
The tall, spindly man moves to sit on a bench and lean over to watch the pit match.
Her fingers tapping on her leg incessantly, the well-toned, blonde woman watches the pit with her complete attention.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Begin!"
The wiry, war-braided young man rests his forearms on the stone railing, hunching over as he watches the pit intently.
>listen on
You start trying to listen.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Fer deh fists o' stone!"
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf side steps and kicks.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf nimbly avoids the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's circle kick.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf sneers as he rears his helmeted head back from the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's backhand, his cuff barely missing his face.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf slashes the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's body, connecting hard.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"there ya go Noggen"
>contact veric
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the slight, blonde-haired man with the Way.
>psi Is this to first blood?
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the slight, blonde-haired man:
"Is this to first blood?"
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf grunts as he brings his obsidian blade over his head, slamming it down against the haft of the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's mace, then twists to give him another side slash.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
The well-toned, blonde woman lets out a low whistle.
The tall, spindly man shouts, in sirihish:
"Come on, Noggen!"
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, pressing his lips to one side in a slight purse:
"So how do we know if we're fighting for first blood or not?"
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf squints as he brings up his shield defensively, knocking away the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's smash as it rings off his knobby-shelled shield.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf slides right and swings a backhand as the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf passess.
>psi You're doing well, Veric my friend.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the slight, blonde-haired man:
"You're doing well, Veric my friend."
The tall, spindly man looks at the well-toned, blonde woman.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Show 'em what Kurac's made of, Nogen!"
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The slight, blonde-haired man sends you a telepathic message:
"Until one yields."
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf brings up his stumpy boot as the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's fist just misses him.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's kick at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf is partially absorbed by his bracer.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf doubles over in pain from the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's powerful side kick.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
>psi Are all of them that way?
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the slight, blonde-haired man:
"Are all of them that way?"
>talk I think All of them are until first yield.
At your seat, you say in sirihish:
"I think All of them are until first yield."
>cease
You dissolve the psychic link.
The well-toned, blonde woman chews on her lower lip.
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, slowly nodding as he watches the pit intently:
"I see.."
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf charges forward, his shoulder lowered.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf evades the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's charge, who loses his balance and falls.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"'Dis one 'ere, ain't no slouch!"
The tall, spindly man winces.
A thin trail of rich, heady smoke trickles from the trim, amber-locked woman's mouth as she smokes a solidly packed tube of spice.
The trim, amber-locked woman's eyes become glassy-red and half-closed.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf brings up his boot at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's stomach.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf nimbly avoids the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's circle kick.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf rolls right and stand.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf gets up and stands to his feet.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf slashes the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's wrist, connecting hard.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Someone goin ta be hurtin, and I don' think it goin ta be Nogen"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"That had to hurt!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"A good shot."
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf twists his body as he brings his blade dodwn hard against the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's wrist.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
>shout Hurry up!
You shout in sirihish:
"Hurry up!"
The trim, amber-locked woman crushes the end of the smoke beneath the sole of her boot.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf viciously slashes the small-headed, dark gray dwarf on his wrist.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf rushes forward at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf with his shield lowered, his boots kiocking up loose earth.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf evades the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's charge, who loses his balance and falls.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Altin and Gargon, please come to the center aisle!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"several"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Nice bet, Lutenant."
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack on the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf is absorbed by a new enormous, concave tortoiseshell shield.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf bludgeons the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf on his leg.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
The wiry, war-braided young man's features contort into a mock grimace as he watches blood spew onto the sandy floor of the pit.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf nimbly avoids the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's circle kick.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf grunts as the small-headed, dark gray dwarf slams his mace into his leg as he falls, turning to rise to his feet at the last instant.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf gets up and stands to his feet.
At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, her voice slightly harshened:
"Is this to the death?"
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak walks east.
At your seat, the well-toned, blonde woman says in northern-accented sirihish, shaking her head:
"None of em are I think"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"ALtin and the little giant, rather!"
>talk (nodding, his attention on the fighting pit) There's a thousand coin fine, if one dies.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, nodding, his attention on the fighting pit:
"There's a thousand coin fine, if one dies."
The trim, amber-locked woman nods.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf leans to one side, favoring one foot before bringing up his wavering leg.
Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf moves in closer.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's kick at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf is absorbed by his leggings.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf attempts to disarm the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf, but finds his attack reversed!
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf knocks a obsidian-spiked mace from the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's hands and sends it flying west.
A mace comes flying in, landing with a tud.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf knocks a studded, short-handled mace from the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's hands.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf panics, and attempts to flee.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to flee, but is too exhausted!
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf panics, and attempts to flee.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to flee, but is too exhausted!
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf panics, and attempts to flee.
Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf runs south.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Well done, Nogen!"
The tall, spindly man shouts, in sirihish:
"Kurac"
>rem whistle
You stop using a small, wooden whistle.
>hold whistle
You hold the whistle.
>emote blows loudly on ~whistle, producing a loud, shrill sound.
The effeminate, pompadoured man blows loudly on your small, wooden whistle, producing a loud, shrill sound.
The well-toned, blonde woman purses her lips.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Hurrah fer Nogen and Kurac!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Woaa!"
Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf raises both his arms up as the crowd begins to cheer wildly, the two maces lying forgotten on both ends of the arena floor.
The tall, spindly man pushes off of a cloth-padded wooden bench and rises to his feet.
The tall, spindly man walks east.
The aquiline, blond man walks east.
The tall, willowy woman walks east.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Any objections to you two matching up next?"
>look
The Higher Tier Stands [E]
These are the western and more opulant stands of the fighting pit of
Luir's Outpost, whose black stone walls and strangely horned buildings are
visible to the east. While the walls of the pit below are built of stone,
the stands are wooden. Rows of benches fill the lower section of this area
of the stands, with cleared areas for hawkers and those taking and making
bets. A gracefully canopied section against the uppermost row of the stands
has properly cushioned chairs and is obviously set apart for those of some
standing.
A terrace staircase opens up to the east and leads out of the seating
area and the view below is of the red-stained sands of the fighting pit
itself.
A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
A obsidian-spiked bone mace lies here.
A couple of cloth-padded wooden benches are here.
The well-toned, blonde woman is sitting on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The wiry, war-braided young man is sitting on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stands near the amber-locked woman.
The athletic, serpent-tattooed man stands watchfully here, his arms crossed.
The trim, amber-locked woman sits on a bench stiffly.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stands near the amber-locked woman.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing behind the trim, amber-locked woman.
The wiry, war-braided young man grunts softly as he glances down at a obsidian-spiked mace.
>say (shaking his head) Shit.
Shaking his head, you say, in sirihish:
"Shit."
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Are you fighting?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"He beh puttin up ah good fight, buh ah git deh bigger head!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Who'm I fighting?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Your man was lucky with that last move.. A fine showing regardless."
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stops guarding the trim, amber-locked woman.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak begins guarding the trim, amber-locked woman.
The wiry, war-braided young man begins applauding quietly, its noise quickly lost in the bustling atomosphere around him.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf sheathes a dusty curved obsidian sword.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf picks up a studded, short-handled mace.
Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf walks south.
>tell kune (pointing over towards ~mace) Kune? Be a dear and pick that up?
Pointing over towards a obsidian-spiked mace, you ask the wiry, war-braided young man, in sirihish:
"Kune? Be a dear and pick that up?"
The wiry, war-braided young man nods simply.
The wiry, war-braided young man pushes off of a cloth-padded wooden bench and rises to his feet.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"If you two spar regularly then I will rematch, otherwise it is you two."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I have faith in him"
The wiry, war-braided young man picks up a obsidian-spiked mace.
>rem whistle
You stop using a small, wooden whistle.
>wear whistle about throat
You tilt your head forward and fasten a small, wooden whistle about your throat.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye, suppose we can have the final right away."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Is it too late ta.. y'know, enter?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Appreciate it"
The wiry, war-braided young man makes his way back toward a cloth-padded wooden bench, offering his obsidian-spiked mace to you.
The wiry, war-braided young man sits down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
Frowning as the mace soars into the room, the trim, amber-locked woman asks, in sirihish:
"Are they -insane-, tossing weapons about?"
The hearty, thin-lipped man has arrived from the east.
The hearty, thin-lipped man grins.
The hearty, thin-lipped man asks, in sirihish:
"Who grabbed the mace?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"No, I will put you in if there is time."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Aye...First teh disengage from combat eh?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I heard you swing a might blade?"
>l hearty
This muscular human's body is well-muscled, hours of training evidenced
in the bulging muscles of his arms and legs and neck. Skin burned dark by
Suk-Krath's unforgiving rays wraps his form in a coppery coating, marred and
broken by numerous scars, some faded while others appear more recent. Hard,
emotionless eyes are set beneath thin dark eyebrows and his lips are so
narrow that they are barely more than a darker line of color against the
copper-hue of his face.
The hearty, thin-lipped man is in excellent condition.
The hearty, thin-lipped man is using:
The hearty, thin-lipped man says, in sirihish:
"That needs ta go back to the contestant."
The wiry, war-braided young man raises his obsidian-spiked mace as he glances toward the hearty, thin-lipped man.
The hearty, thin-lipped man nods.
The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man has arrived from the east, striding along smoothly.
The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man looks around briefly, then grunts.
To himself, the flint-eyed, jasper-haired man says, in northern-accented bendune:
"Shit, missed him again."
The hearty, thin-lipped man walks east.
The hearty, thin-lipped man says, in sirihish:
"Gotta love a good pit fight"
The hearty, thin-lipped man grins.
The hearty, thin-lipped man says, in sirihish:
"I'll return his wepaon to him"
The wiry, war-braided young man looks up at the hearty, thin-lipped man with a faint nod as he extends his obsidian-spiked mace.
The hearty, thin-lipped man holds out a hand to the wiry, war-braided young man.
The wiry, war-braided young man gives a obsidian-spiked mace to the hearty, thin-lipped man.
The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man turns to leave.
Striding along smoothly, the flint-eyed, jasper-haired man walks east.
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man has arrived from the south.
Down in the pit The tall, spindly man looks quickly around at the stands.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Next item.... a complete set of Kurac's "
>shout I already have that!
You shout in sirihish:
"I already have that!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Tembo-Mesh Armor!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Jom! One hundred!"
With her full lips pressed together, the trim, amber-locked woman leans back into her seat, stroking her silvery woven, black silk wrap.
The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak grins briefly, refocusing his expression as he glances about.
The stout, grey-bearded man has arrived from the east.
The hunched, red-skinned mul has arrived from the east.
>talk (to ~kune, with a tired grin) How much did yours go for?
At your seat, you say in sirihish, to the wiry, war-braided young man, with a tired grin:
"How much did yours go for?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Jom. Three."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Six pieces.... pus a fine matching cloak!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"name five?!"
At your seat, the well-toned, blonde woman says in northern-accented sirihish, thoughtfully as she taps her knee:
"Tembo Mesh eh?"
The trim, amber-locked woman looks up at the wiry, war-braided young man with a sidelong flick of her jewel-hard eyes.
The wiry, war-braided young man looks up at the stout, grey-bearded man with a brief glance.
The stout, grey-bearded man looks around quietly.
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, in a simple tone as he runs his fingers along his dusty mesh-covered, tembo-hide gorget:
"I got this and my leggings for six fifty I think.."
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak has arrived from the east.
The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak wanders back over to the trim, amber-locked woman's side.
Dipping into a lavish bow, then offering a stiff salute the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak strides to the trim, amber-locked woman side ripping down his hood.
>talk (with a smirk towards ~kune) And, you're not bidding?
At your seat, you say in sirihish, with a smirk towards the wiry, war-braided young man:
"And, you're not bidding?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Gresh at four!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Five Jom."
The stout, grey-bearded man walks east.
The hunched, red-skinned mul walks east.
The trim, amber-locked woman looks up and nods as the cloaked figures move back in to her.
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Fine show Noggen"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Jom Five! Give me seven!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Tank yeh."
At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, in a simple, lucid tone as he turns his attention back toward the pits:
"I have everything I need."
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man begins guarding the trim, amber-locked woman.
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Five.... going once!"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Ah beh needed back down."
>shout Six! Mister O!
You shout in sirihish:
"Six! Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Seven, Jom."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once on seven!"
With a faint smile, the trim, amber-locked woman says to the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man, in sirihish:
"Hello, sergeant. Glad you could make it."
>shout Seven-fifty, Mister O!
You shout in sirihish:
"Seven-fifty, Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Once of Seven-fifty for Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Eight, Jom"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Twice"
The well-toned, blonde woman looks up at the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man with a twist of her head.
>shout Nine! Mister O!
You shout in sirihish:
"Nine! Mister O!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Nine-fifty, Jom."
>emote grins, watching towards the fighting pit.
The effeminate, pompadoured man grins, watching towards the fighting pit.
The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man.
With a beaming grin, the well-toned, blonde woman says to the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Congratulations Sargeant"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"I have sold this same set to some of you for two large..... give me one large!"
>shout One thousand!
You shout in sirihish:
"One thousand!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One large for the mystery man!"
Gesturing to the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man, the trim, amber-locked woman says to the well-toned, blonde woman, in sirihish:
"Sergeant Darani, Captain Kella has promoted Sergeant Cord. He'll be replacing Sergeant Ferathule when he leaves."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One and one, Jom."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Wha' do ya' think, should I give a crack at tha', Sir?"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"eleven for Jom... Once!"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Twice!"
>talk (grinning) I should really stop.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, grinning:
"I should really stop."
With a dip of his head, the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man says to the well-toned, blonde woman, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Thank you Sargeant."
At your seat, the well-toned, blonde woman says in northern-accented sirihish, nodding her head to the trim, amber-locked woman:
"Good, where is Fer goin?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Might be too late, you should speak with Veric-da immediately"
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"Sold to Jom"
>talk What a deal.
At your seat, you say in sirihish:
"What a deal."
You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
"One and one, Jom.... congratulations."
Down in the pit the tall, spindly man walks south.
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man dips his head to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak turning back to surveying the surroundings.
The slender dark-eyed elf lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
>l cruel
A set of sinister, shooting, cobalt eyes perch above a hooked nose. Longand well-kempt ivory hued hair settles about his head, neat and maintained,while sideburns dissipate as they near his clean-shaven jaw line. Richebony skin fills in the remaining hues of color about his face, excludingthe single depression that rests in the middle of his chin remains ivorycolored. Noticeably powerful shoulders are woven into the frame of thisman, while thick beefy arms drape down from them. Connected to the arms arelarge calloused hands with neatly trimmed fingernails at each fingertip. Achiseled, barrel chest rides atop a flat toned stomach, while below thatrests his proportionate hips. Two legs, like small trunks, hold this man aloft obviously powerful in nature.
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man is in excellent condition.
The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man is using:
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"I can fight you Pendeh."
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"You.. fight me?"
You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"Do you think I can take him?"
You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
"possibly"