World of Warcraft - Against the Razormanes... Pt. 1

[Evil Ujio]

Dusk comes…

The party is brought out although under guard to a dueling circle 20 feet across in a rough circle in the dirt. The centaurs beat their drums and howl some chant getting them worked up for the bloodshed ahead. The chieftain lounges between two females of his species as his champion stands to his right holding a crude yet effective cleaving sword in one hand and a steel shield with the skull of an orc stuck to a point.

Garok trots forward and beats his shield with a fury, his face is painted in red stripes and his muscles bulge thickly under his swarthy skin. Garok turns to his tribe and roars, the tribe roars back quite loudly.

Lekah purrs into Snarrek’s ear, “Win this challenge, and I shall reward you in ways you cannot imagine,” she says playfully.

Celia simply nods to Groog intent to watch this battle play out, but also intent to fight her way out if it comes to that.

Garok turns to the chieftain, “Father I shall not fail you,” he says in Low Common, “tonight I shall prove myself your successor!”

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek tosses off his cloak and steps into the ring. The troll's muscles ripple beneath his sleek green skin as he lifts his axe and sets himself into a ready position, preparing for the imminent rush of combat. With the pounding of the drums his heart starts to pump more blood throughout his system and as his eyes focus on his opponent the hatred for this centaur who would kill him and enslave his woman begins to fill the troll, pounding out all other considerations but to strike down the arrogant beast.

"Garok! I challenge you to mortal combat." he snarls in low common.

 

[Evil Ujio]

Snarrek tosses off his cloak and steps into the ring. The troll's muscles ripple beneath his sleek green skin as he lifts his axe and sets himself into a ready position, preparing for the imminent rush of combat. With the pounding of the drums his heart starts to pump more blood throughout his system and as his eyes focus on his opponent the hatred for this centaur who would kill him and enslave his woman begins to fill the troll, pounding out all other considerations but to strike down the arrogant beast.

"Garok! I challenge you to mortal combat." he snarls in low common.

Initiative: Snarrek 9, Garok 9; Snarrek has the highest Dexterity so he goes first!

Garok turns to face Snarrek and raises his blade and shield high and roars, “I accept your challenge troll! The honor of taking your head will be mine this night! I pray that you prove yourself a worthy foe, if so I will consume your heart’s blood to honor your passing.”

Garok then takes his place ten feet across from Snarrek…

 

[Festy_Dog]

Garrak eyed Garok cautiously. He didn't trust centaurs.

[orc]"Groog, can you ask Celia whether she can check the immediate area for magic? I'm worried that Garok may be using an unfair advantage, but I only asked for one magic-sight blessing and I used it this morning,"[/orc] the shaman explains.

"They underestimate you, Snarrek. Show them their mistake," Garrak told his trollish ally, confident of victory.

 

[Voadam]

As soon as Garok accepts the challenge and takes his place Snarrek leaps to the attack, a fraction quicker than the centaur. His blood pumping pure adrenaline a howling war cry erupts from the leaping troll as he lashes out with his great axe. With a great clash the battle is joined!

[a five foot step forward puts the centaur within my five foot reach so I do not draw an AoO. Rage and attack, +11, d12+9 x3]

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

I doubt so, Master Garrak. But better be safe than sorry.

And Groog translated everything orc shaman wanted to paladiness.

Ready Action

 

[Evil Ujio]

Celia nods and whispers a prayer as silently as she can, watching the combat commence. Snarrek moves forward, his rage boiling over as his mighty weapon slices through the air. But the centaur champion is no fool and parries the attack with his shield!

Garok presses his slight advantage, pushing the mighty swing away, the cleaver slices through the air, but Snarrek parries the attack with his axe! The combat is joined as the two warriors take each other’s measure!

Snarrek rolls a 14 total and misses while Garok also gets a 14 and misses! Neither has taken any damage; and it is now Round 2 with Snarrek having the turn of attack!

Celia whispers to Groog…

[sblock] “The shield is magical, and their may be an enchantment on the centaur, but I cannot fathom what it could be… my knowledge of magic properties is limited.[/sblock]

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek swings his axe around in a vicious blow aimed at the centaur's side. Disdaining his own protection the troll presses aggresively to land a blow and draw first blood.

[+11, d12+9 x3]

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

Groog smiled to Celia thankfully and stared hard at Garrak.

Shield is sorcerous, Shaman. Ready Yourself ... on any signs of treachery.

Kill him Snarrek ! Tear his flesh from the bones ! Disarm him of this fancy shield if You want to keep it ! Break his spear ! SNARREK BERSERKER ! Yay !

 

[Evil Ujio]

Snarrek swings his axe around in a vicious blow aimed at the centaur's side. Disdaining his own protection the troll presses aggresively to land a blow and draw first blood.

[+11, d12+9 x3]

Snarrek rolls a 24 and does 21 points of damage!

Snarrek scores first blood with a powerful swing of his axe catching the softer bare flank of the centaur warrior. Gorak grits his teeth, and prepares to chop into Snarrek when he reverses his swing and pulls away his blade disarming Snarrek in one smooth motion!

The mighty great axe goes flying from his hands and lands five feet to his right! The centaur stays focused ready to press his advantage… The Centaur takes a five step placing himself right on top of where Snarrek’s mighty weapon lies…

Gorak rolls a 22, and Snarrek got a 21, Snarrek can see that the cleaving sword is quite adept at disarming weapons… then he makes a five foot adjustment to place himself as an obstacle to getting the weapon back, no AoO was incurred for the Disarm.

Round 3

Now Snarrek’s turn…