Arena IC - Week 1

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Maleficus nods, looking at his paper, then investigates outside, keeping an eye out for a challenge.

(OOC-Question in the OOC thread, sorry for pestering you)

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Maleficus wanders around the courtyard, looking for an opponent roughly his strength level, but otherwise poses as a bumbling idiot. He intends to slight the person in a rude but unassuming way, trying to provoke them for a fight if possible.

 

[Uriel]

OoC"New comp finally online woohoo!!

IC: Uvaka will head to the commons to get a look/ ask about this Giant, tryto see what sort he may be.

After, I will get some shut-eye and then practice a bit in my room with my swords.

 

[Corlon]

Corlon will move in closer and see what this is all about.
"I wonder what this is all about" he says.

 

[Starman]

Thakk's head jerks toward the commotion.

"Unruuk can wait. I must see what's going on."

He turns and jogs toward the courtyard, keeping his hand near his weapon in case he needs it.

 

[Jemal]

As the crowd gathers around the argument, they find that it seems to be about the fact that the fiend was insulting the monks... manhood. Soon the two of them have decided to have it out in the arena, but decide to not involve their groups, so they turn and start asking the crowd for volunteers to help them teach the other a lesson.

Any takers for a team battle?

(And for any of the morbidly curious, the monk's just under average size..)

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Maleficus raises his hand up meagerly...and offers his services to the fiend with a slight bow.

"Of course, I would have to be compensated for my services, mighty one."

 

[Corlon]

ooc: being a halfling puts things in perspective

IC: "This seems like an opportunity to test my skills in a team battle, I offer my services to you, sir <insert name of monk here>"

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

ooc: Maleficus is a halfling as well...this is scary...

Maleficus glares at his equally short competitor, rises up one eyebrow, and then looks back towards the fiend, awaiting his reply.

 

[Corlon]

In response to the halflings glare, Corlon jestures as if to say "He's a fiend, a demon from the outer realms, always evil, like to kill things!"