Mantrithor Thrax breaks the stereotypes of wizard, he is a healthy and handsome man who, to casual observation, might look better suited to gladiatorial fights himself rather than spellcasting. Thrax encourages this stereotype by dressing as a gladiator himself in his battles,
clad in leather buckles and straps and oiled for battle. He is carrying a mithral quarter staff, wearing an amulet and pearl.
There is second more wizardly looking fellow with him, he is a tiefling, he has black robes on and scowl on his face. Both enter the cage. There are four armed body guards in his staging area.
Truk applauds and pokes the elf with an elbow.
"Come on, return the crowd's affection."
Andrea follows being Faelyn and waves to the crowd.Don't get flashbacks, don't get flashbacks. Oh Goddess, the acid..
Faelyn raises his arms out to the side and slowly turns in a circle making sure to make eye contact with as many spectators as possible. When he is finished he slowly turns to Thrax and points. He holds the position for a minute allowing the cheers to grow before taking his thumb and making a motion of slitting his own throat. How is that Truk?
He chuckles to himself.
Truk grins and claps the wizard on the back once they're resumed moving again.
"Well done. You may not be a bear but they don't know that", Truk explains. "And neither does he", he says while pointing towards Thrax.
"That's why he wears the fancy armor showing off his body. He's trying to get the crowd on his side. Well, the ladies at least."
Hell...we are already here with the best looking ladies in Westcrown. Faelyn motions to Andrea, Lucrezia, and Shadow.
Indeed, indeed. Andrea makes a show of draping herself over Faelyn, making others think she is just a pretty thing on his arm instead of one who will be aiding him in battle.
Truk grins and nods at the display.
"That's the idea. If you want the people to see you as a champion you have to look like a champion. That includes having beautiful woman throwing themselves at you."
John will find a place in the crowd near the cage. He does not place any bets.
John will find a place in the crowd near the cage. He does not place any bets.
Orsin do you recognize the guy in the cage with Thrax?
The crowd roars as the lady drapes herself over Faelyn. However, it is soon drowned out by chants, Loud thunderous footstamping on the risers ensue.
Rance looks at Shadow, and feigns like he did not hear or understand her meaning.
"After Thrune came and changed this city, the only thing I have worthy of pride is my ability run a reputable contest."
*Nods*
Lucrezia waves and blows kisses towards the crowd when their group is announced and cheered at.
She'll also look over Mantrithor Thrax with an obvious and appreciative glance and will take up a position closer to his cage rather than their own. Trying to find a spot where he can get a decent view of her. Well, looks like John has a good position near our cage, so I'll go keep an eye on our opponent. Got to make sure he don't try to cheat and it couldn't hurt to see how distractable he could be during the match...
Thrax gazes down at Lucrezia and thrusts his hips out violently towards her growling like a beast. The crowd erupts at the vulgarity. "THRAX,THRAX THRAX" the chants continue.
Lucrezia just smiles as she thinks: I wonder how amused the crowd would be if I cut off his dick and shoved it down his throat?
Andrea looks in disdain at Thrax and gnaws on Faelyn's neck as she wraps herself around him.
Easy Andrea....trying to concentrate here.
Well I could always dance and wiggle while you summon just to show that you are so manly that you can get serviced while casting spells.
"Hmm...", Truk ponders aloud.
"The crowd would love that..."
Thrax suddenly fist pumps his chest with his mithral quarterstaff, the soft bluish glow turns to a dazzling crimson flash. In an amplified voice he yells, .
Truk scowls at the champion's self-promotion.
"Come on elf, you can out do that. He's a pumped up with worm that's only champ because he's been fortunate enough to not face you. These people have a new champion and his name is Faelyn."
"Hey Thrax! Do you need spells to amplify the size of you cock too?" Screw flirting with him, I'll just try to piss him off instead...
Truk stirs at Lucrezia's ferocity. He watches in admiration as she verbally assaults Thrax.
Has there ever been a finer woman?
Andrea rips open the front of Faelyn's robe, showing his lean chest.
YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN OFFER ME MORE THAN THIS? SUCCUBI CRAWL TOWARDS HIM FOR JUST A TASTE OF HIS INFERNAL STAFF!
Andrea does another wrap around and slides her face down Faelyn's chest while grabbing his rear. She then stands up, wraps a leg around his waist and grinnnddssss, throwing her head back and screaming in passion.
Correction: Has there ever been finer women?
Faelyn grabs Andre's hair and revels in her glory before responding to Thrax.
The Champions of the six fold trial have been to Hell and returned victorious. This day you shall taste the fury of the magnificent seven and we shall drink blood wine from the Hell Cup as you cower in shame!
What an asshat.
Orsin feigns disinterest in the proceedings, casually examining his surroundings (and maybe his cuticles) as his comrades put on their obscene display. As might be expected, the Chelish diva is accustomed to audiences with more rarefied tastes than these. Still, these base entertainments possessed a certain urban charm and he was anxious to see the crowds "ooh" and "ah" at the awaiting violence.
And there was no denying that Thrax's showmanship was more entertaining than Orin would be willing to admit.
Truk glances at the powerfully built diva adjacent to him for possibly the first time.
Realizing the two had never been properly introduced, the big orc offered a ham-size hand.
"Truk'tosh".
The first warrior I've seen among this group...
"I know," Orsin replies, not looking directly at the half-orc. "I saw you from the kitchens when you were brought by the safehouse yesterday. I had a mind to raise a fuss earlier since Faelyn and the girls didn't return last night, especially since they were accompanied by a total stranger when they left." He pauses briefly. "But as far as I can tell, they are all safe and Lucrezia seems to trust you and I trust her."
He pauses again before plainly stating, "Orsin," giving Truk a firm handshake and a stern, approving nod.
Truk shakes the bard's hand fiercely while continuing to appraise him.
Maybe not a warrior. His hands are too soft...
"What do you think of the elf's opponent? Do you believe there's much prowess behind his swagger or is this all for show?"
"Hard to say," Orsin mutters, almost to himself. "The man certainly knows how to work a crowd...and if he's the reigning champion, he's at least proven that, whatever his skill level, he's consistent."
"We'll just have to wait and see."
Orsin admires Thrax on some level, seeing in the man a reflection of himself as he is another arcane spellcaster with an impressive physique.
The big orc nods slightly.
"It seems that way."
I will just to wait to see if he knows how to handle that blade of his.
Thrax is kenji's old avatar (brown hair) and the housemage is tweakers old avatar(blonde elf)
Each group makes their way into their respective cages.
The sound of a blow horn occurs and the contest begins.