Kalanyr said:
Morwel appears in the arena, devoid of the sparkling stars that usually accompany her, although her physical appearance does not change she seems to in some indefinable way be lessened from her usual state, her presence lacks a little power, perhaps her eyes are less bright, or her hair more tangled.
Morwel discards her now mundane robes and requests a suit of padded armour, the only armour that would not hinder her mobility more than the protection it would grant. Morwel sweeps her thinblade through the air and takes a few steps back and forward clearly again accustoming herself to movement without the divine power she has possessed for millenia.
"So what if the children should watch ? What is forbidden in the body? I have never fought in an arena, but I have fought a duel or two and I have fought against those would invade my home. You would be surprised how easily this weapon will pierce a demon's hide with my strength behind it. And I'm quiet sure my hide is a match for a demons. Let him try, I have fought fiends before and I know their bodies are covered in weapons. "
Morwel will accept the dagger and put it in a sheath to be worn around her waist.
OOC:
This is simple Hob, have mercy. Hobgoblins are lawful if You forgot.
Besides ... Think of this that way, from his perspective he is doing Morwel a favor, she is ugly by his standarts. You know ... almost entirely bald, no nice fur ... and she looks like elf for him, pointy ears and anorectic body.
IC:
Armourer agreed and brought padded armor, of dubious quality but it shouldn't fell off right now.
"Here, newbie ... and being on Your place I would have this dagger in hand. But do as You please ..."
Hobgoblin looked up and smiled predatorily upon hearing full tribunes. He murmured to himself.
"My, my ... folks must be really thirsty to come in such numbers ... or they wait how Old One will deal with another Young usurper. Wait a while."
Telling that humanoid departed trough cell door and disappeared in labirynth beyond the Circus.
OOC: This is of course Iuz himself, but his people are used to him as shiverled gran'pa.
And he paid handsomly for honor of fighting on Arena of Skulls ... so he can take any pseudonym he pleases. Old One would deal with him anyway ... and Crowd might have more bloody entertainment.
IC:
After half an hour he returned, seemingly pleased and grinned to Morwel.
"Bets are very high ... Perform well and crowd will love You. By the way, You want to be announced as anonymous elf ... or You have any name for today ? You opponent was bold enough to take pseudonym Iuz. I don't know what those young demons think ... Old One hates when someone wears his name ... At least he will thin their ranks from the most stupid ones. When You are ready, follow me."