Blood Sun, Chapter One: The Shadow Over Junga

[Festy_Dog]

Razzit coughs and a trickle of blood runs from his mouth. The thought occurred to him that his jaw may be fractured. He dismounts next to Vrek, landing with a small splash into the mud.

"You will aid me, yes?" Vrek thumps the butt of his spear in the mud. "Yes?!"

"Yes," Razzit says, looking a little pained to be moving his tongue, "I will help you."

The shaman holds up a finger, indicating the spearman to remain silent for a moment. Reaching into one of his pockets he pulls out a fleshy leaf, he spits a mouthful of blood onto it, slurs some words of power, then places his hand squarely over Vrek's heart. Power flows out and into Vrek, and if luck was willing, would lessen his injuries.

Casting cure lgt. wounds on Vrek.

 

[-SIN-]

Karnak slowly surveys the carnage in the arena, the crumpled form of Teak in particular, awaiting the Warlords Judgement.

 

[Necro_Kinder]

Spratnik wipes the rain water from his eyes and walks back towards the rest of the group, his bow still in his hand and a arrow at the ready just in case.

 

[-SIN-]

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[dave_o]

The Arena
Razzit's incantation works with a quick and blinding flash. At first it appears to be simple lightning, yet two things make the goblin's spell undeniably the culprit. The first -- Vrek's wounds mend with a sound not unlike searing meat, Vrek hissing through clenched teeth, his lacerations sealed, his bruises faded, with only syrupy blood left of the melee. The second -- Vrek, Razzit's companions, and Jrag's corpse, anything nearby, all appear to be splashed with liquid luminescence. The victorious party begins to shed light like tiny suns, Razzit their dim, dark center.

Vrek raises his thin brows, black hair rain-plastered to his head. "Strong juju," he mutters, glancing down to regard his hands spotted with glowing, "big juju, why'd you not use that during the fight?" His eyes flick to Jrag. "Can you voodoo him back?"

The crowd is restless. Old, now, and fat, the Warboss takes longer and longer in his judgment. Some leave, unconcerned with the outcome, having had their bloodlust satiated. It is a difficult thing to take the fury and furnace that is an orc, and settle it into a smith, into a mortarer, a cobbler. Copper-Sun disappears up the stairwell leading from the stands to Junga's box.

Rain drenches everything. The contestant exit and entrance, winding through the bloodworks, remains sealed. Lightning. And waiting.

Razzit casts Cure Light Wounds at fifth level due to a surge, casting Light on everyone within a 20ft. radius, and healing Vrek for 11 HP.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Vrek raises his thin brows, black hair rain-plastered to his head. "Strong juju," he mutters, glancing down to regard his hands spotted with glowing, "big juju, why'd you not use that during the fight?" His eyes flick to Jrag. "Can you voodoo him back?"

"I only wish I could," Razzit says, mildly impressed to see his spell once again have a surge for the better, "By the time I am that powerful he will probably be beyond calling back."

The shaman was ashamed at his failure at watching over Jrag. Carefully picking up his colleague out of the muck, he slung Jrag's corpse over Gorefang's saddle.

"My apologies if Teak was a friend of yours, but rest assured I will do everything I can to help you should they consider turning on you for assisiting us," the cold and muddy shaman explained.

Razzit's words were slurred, and blood flecks flew from his mouth and trickled down his chin as he spoke. His time spent focusing himself for magic was being utilised to ignore his oral injuries.

 

[Necro_Kinder]

Spratnik looks at Jrag's now lifless body and then over at the slumped pile of gore that was Teak. He walks over and pats Gorefang and looks up the the Warboss' box. "This is taking too long..." he thinks to himself, the arrow in his hand wanting to be placed on his bowstring.

I've got a bad feeling 'bout this....anymore surprizes?

 

[dave_o]

The Arena
Vrek stands at a small remove from the gathering of Razzit, Spratnik, Karnak, Gorefang, and the corpse of Jrag, worriedly working his fingers along the spear. "Friend?" Vrek laughs a froggy laugh, spitting bloody in the rain, "Teak's no friends other than the Bright Eye, which looks to have closed on him."

Behind the group, Blacktooth's corpse bobs in the water, rain-spattered, staining the surface black with blood.

The crowd silences like a knife cutting through their mutters. Copper-Sun appears at the edge of the Warboss' stand, eyes on the crowd, above the contestants. "The Warboss, aided by the Bright Eye, has determined the goblin Razzit's innocence -- such powerful tremors could not have originated from this weakling. The goblin Vrek, for interfering with holy judgment, will be put to death by battle one week hence. The Warboss has spoken." Copper-Sun disappears into the Warboss' box, cruel laughing following his announcement.

The stands empty quickly. With a flinty groan, the boulder blocking the way to the bloodworks is dragged to the side, a hulking and dim orc awaiting the defendants.

Vrek casts a glance at Jrag's lifeless form. "It might be I can get help for him," he works his mouth in thought, "pricey, though."

 

[-SIN-]

Karnak lopes across the arena floor to retrieve his spike chain, which he quickly loops before securing it back in it's rightful place. Making his way back over to his companions, he casts an almost sorrowful glance at each of them as he passes before continuing on into the bloodworks... Although not a close friend, Karnak should have be able to protect Jrag...

 

[Necro_Kinder]

Spratnik slides his bow over his shoulder and heads out of the arena. Looking back towards the gore and bodies of the fallen, he nods his head and smiles. This will be something to remember. But for now, he worries about what comes next....