TUW: The Steel Trade [IC]

[Tellerian Hawke]

Tor laughs as he lays his weapons aside, and removes his armor. He stretches and flexes for the crowd, as he moves to the center of the circle, accepting the challenge.

Many thoughts run through Tor's mind in the space of an instant. ~He's huge, even if he is shorter than me. He's probably about 10 years my senior, so I shouldn't underestimate his skill. I also don't want to insult the Maldrog, so I'm not going to pull any punches. I will try my hardest to win. It's my hope that he is skilled enough and strong enough to make this an even fight. If I am obviously over-powered for him, I will hold back just a little, but somehow I suspect that will not be the case. I don't need to trade punches with him; I need to get him into a grapple, and use my superior height to lift him and throw him. I want this to be a contest of champions; I want to give the crowd a good show. If I win, I want the victory to seem hard-won; if I lose, I want HIS victory to seem hard-won. That way, in either outcome, both sides have the other side's mutual respect and admiration.~

Merin places a bet on Tor to win.

 

[redraider629]

Vadin chuckles a bit. "Well isn't this a fun bunch. I think you got this Tor." With that, Vadin goes and places a bet on Tor to win.

 

[Sylvar B.]

Saemund follows Vadin, and places a bet for Tor to win. He waits for Vadin to leave then places a bet for the other guy to win too. Saeumund walks back to the circle and retrieves the burro and that carries Feroz' perch and stands at the edge of the circle with it. He then calls for Feroz to fly in. He sends Feroz feelings of wanting to intimidate or impress, hoping that Feroz will pick up on it and make an impressive landing on the perch.

 

[Kwargrow]

San-Bolo place no bet. Sannit watches the Maldrog in the crowd while Bolo attempts to discreetly determine if anyone around them uses Way.

Turtle claps his paws and settles in to watch the fight.

 

[MacConnell]

Day 129: Bergbaulager, the Exhibition

Tor laughs as he lays his weapons aside, and removes his armor. He stretches and flexes for the crowd, as he moves to the center of the circle, accepting the challenge.

Many thoughts run through Tor's mind...

GM: Seeing Tor flex stokes the crowd. They cheer at the display. The smith laughs and flexes his massive musculature. The crown cheers even more.

Merin places a bet on Tor to win.

GM: A Maldrog accepts Merin's bet at 3 to 1 odds. He says something that probably means, Good Luck.

OOC: Party XP will be awarded for Tor's thoughts on this particular course of action.

 

[MacConnell]

Vadin chuckles a bit. "Well isn't this a fun bunch. I think you got this Tor." With that, Vadin goes and places a bet on Tor to win.

GM: Vadin finds a Maldrog who takes his bet at 4 to 1 odds for Tor to win.

 

[MacConnell]

Saemund follows Vadin, and places a bet for Tor to win. He waits for Vadin to leave then places a bet for the other guy to win too.

GM: The same Maldrog accepts Saemund's bet for Tor to win at the same 4 to 1 odds. He laughs when Saemund places the second bet. It is accepted at even odds.

Saeumund walks back to the circle and retrieves the burro and that carries Feroz' perch and stands at the edge of the circle with it. He then calls for Feroz to fly in. He sends Feroz feelings of wanting to intimidate or impress, hoping that Feroz will pick up on it and make an impressive landing on the perch.

GM: Feroz drops off the building like a falling rock. He swoops low over the crowd, barely above their heads. He flourishes his wings with a strong buffet, landing softly on the perch. With the display of the animals and Tor's agreement to the challenge, some of the townsfolk are wondering if they are witnessing a traveling show. Some close to where Feroz landing clap with their children.

 

[MacConnell]

San-Bolo place no bet. Sannit watches the Maldrog in the crowd while Bolo attempts to discreetly determine if anyone around them uses Way.

Turtle claps his paws and settles in to watch the fight.

GM: Watching the crowd, Sannit is pleased by what he sees. These Maldrog seem to be genuinely happy people. They are totally engrossed in the fight, placing bets on everything imaginable and joking with one another. Children are intermingled with adult, including some tiny tots sitting upon parents' shoulders. Sannit sees no attempts at pilfering or any other malicious acts. Bolo does not sense a single person within the crowd who can manipulate way.

 

[MacConnell]

Day 129: and in This Corner...

GM: Some explanation of the pending contest is offered. Tor understanding not a single word of it. To his surprise the two men are placed back to back and the spokesman motions for the crowd to quite. What Tor does understand, even without words, is that the man will clap his hands to signal the fight. Standing back to back with this mighty Maldrog, Tor can feel his musculature and sense his density and strength. At the clap, Tor, being right handed, spins to his right. Suspecting this, the Mhytre spins to his left, the two rotating together like a gear. The Smith catches Tor's plant foot mid-thigh with his forearm causing Tor to tumble forward to the ground. Simultaneously due to his superior height, Tor elbows the Smith in the head as he goes down. Being exposed to real combat, Tor immediately jumps back to his feet, but it proves unnecessary. The crowd is roaring and cheering. Money changes hands. As Tor dusts himself off, the Smith rubs his head and nods toward Tor. This first round is considered a draw. Sheldon tries to discretely collect his winnings, placing another bet. The two men are placed back to back again, and the clap is sounded. Both men step forward and away this time. The Smith spins faster than Tor would have imagined that he could and drives forward with his shoulder leading into Tor's mid section. He then slams his right elbow upward into his chest, which knocks Tor from his feet. The crowd roars and cheers again. Money changes hands and the Smith helps Tor to his feet. This round goes to the Smith. The two men are placed back to back, and the clap is sounded a third time. Both men step forward agian, but Tor windmills his arms and spins as he moves. Tor's backhands slides harmless off the spinning Smith's head blocking his vision for a split second. As it does Tor throws a punch toward his head. He realizes in the fraction of a second that he is going to connect. He holds back on his follow through and alters the aim, landing his fist squarely on the Smith's forehead instead of nose. The Smith staggers back, momentarily dazed. The most amazing thing then happens. The entire crowd makes the same hoohah sound and stomps a foot. Money changes hand. This round goes to Tor. **to be continued...

 

[Kwargrow]

While watching and cheering, Sannit leans down to Bolo and says, "And we thought we were going to have to talk our way in here."

Bolo chuckles, but then has an idea to try something different. While she is surrounded by the maldrog all speaking their language she uses Way to slowly open her mind to the community around her, attempting to get a feel for the language and the specific cultural aspects around her.

Engrossed in the fight, Turtle looks around for something to snack on.