Chuk'thra of the Endless Cuts
Pathwalker: Yellow Sash 1
1-0
1yen
Potion of Greed
At the ancient arena overlooking the edge of a massive yawning chasm, there are many ruined columns that ring the pavillion. A sizzling red portal opens in the front of it, allowing the cloaked insectoid warrior to step out into the realm of combat once more. He glances around the peremeter where scattered families and traveling merchants huddle against the harsh winds, (and probably the giant bug that just materialized in front of them). Striding confidently into the collosium he sets loose a hauntingly alien shriek, that cuts through the howling wind like the edge of his blade-like claws through soft human flesh. The wind itself seems to die against his call before he continues. "Are there any who dare to accept the challenge of ritual combat against Chuk'thra of the Endless Cuts, here in this decaying circle of blood?" The words echo out of the open roofed building and across the whole valley. He leaps up onto one of the shorter column stumps and crouches into the lotus position, taking the color and indeed the very texture of the marble beneath him, as he await an answer to his challenge.
Pathwalker: Yellow Sash 1
1-0
1yen
Potion of Greed
At the ancient arena overlooking the edge of a massive yawning chasm, there are many ruined columns that ring the pavillion. A sizzling red portal opens in the front of it, allowing the cloaked insectoid warrior to step out into the realm of combat once more. He glances around the peremeter where scattered families and traveling merchants huddle against the harsh winds, (and probably the giant bug that just materialized in front of them). Striding confidently into the collosium he sets loose a hauntingly alien shriek, that cuts through the howling wind like the edge of his blade-like claws through soft human flesh. The wind itself seems to die against his call before he continues. "Are there any who dare to accept the challenge of ritual combat against Chuk'thra of the Endless Cuts, here in this decaying circle of blood?" The words echo out of the open roofed building and across the whole valley. He leaps up onto one of the shorter column stumps and crouches into the lotus position, taking the color and indeed the very texture of the marble beneath him, as he await an answer to his challenge.
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