The sun beats down on the Kantos arena a few hours before midday. The crowd is restless with anticipation for todays games. Its been six months since the plague of argos closed the arenas and brought the games to a halt.After such a long apsince the stables are refilled with combatants. The Crowd goes silent as Alkbell Nes'snato's Grand master of the Kantos games takes to the platform above the western arena entry way.
"Greetings citizens of Kantos , we are here to honor the goddess Velshla with glories combat!" He throws his arms wide "All hail Velshla and honored glory"
The crowd erupts int to cries of " VEL- SHLA, VAL-SHLA, VEL-SHLA"
The grandmaster lowers his arms and allows the cries of the crowd to die down. He then points to the west entry way
" I give you the master of the stables! Master Segan Griharn of the Blackroc stables" He says as a older balding man dressed in black and yellow robes carrying a slim longsword enters. " Master Velarck Hemlin of the Blue Stag stables " as a young man in blue and white robes carrying a bow enters he lifts his bow high into the air and the crowed explodes with cries of "STAG, STAG, STAG" pumping there fists into the air. " And master Ragon Selntoes of the Red shields!" a man in Crimson robes aproches the others and with a wave throws a fireball high into the air the crowd erupts in screams and yells as it explodes high above the arena floor.
" Are the stables ready ? " As one voice the masters reply "Yes grand master!"
The grand master throws his arms into the air " THEN LET THE GAAAAMES BEGIN!" Thorwing his arms down
The crowd explodes into shouts of "VER-RI, VER-RI, VER-RI VER-RI " as the masters of the stables make there way from the arena floor. The games of the Kantos arena have begun .
After the shouting had died down the grandmaster points to the far entry way
"Today I give you GELL!, mighty warrior-priest of Gorum of the Blue stag stable. Come to do his god honor and glory in battle"
The crowd raise there voices in calls of "STAG, STAG, STAG, STAG" the great west gates open the games have begun
Gell is taking a few moments making sure his helmet is tightly fasted in the hallway to the arena floor. From where he stands he can hear the roar of the crowd, filling him with anxiety as this was his first fight in the arena, and he was unsure of the challenge that stood before him. He took a deep breath and reminded himself of why he was here. He is here as a warrior of Gorum, god of battle, glory, and strength. He is here to worship Gorum as he knows best, to fight and gain glory in the name of Gorum. Yes...
Gell grabs his greatsword and leans it gently against his shoulder. He begins to walk toward the entrance to the arena.
There is nothing to be afraid of. He is a proud warrior of Gorum. Gorum will bless him with the strength to destroy his enemies. In return he will spread the name of Gorum, and gain glory in his name. He fears not, because he is not alone. When he fights, Gorum's might flows through him, and power of Gorum is greater than any foe. Yes... For the glory of GORUM!
Gell walked into the light of the arena floor.
As the sun beats down into the arena floor and the crowd settles the grand master speaks once more
" Here today from the lands of Yinth far to the east I give you the fearsome YINTH HOUNDS!"
The gate lefts and out spring two large hounds with rust colored fur and dark brown strips. The sniff the air seem to spot gell far on the other side and with cries of "YINNNNNN, YINNNNNNN, YINNNNNN" brake into a sprint toward the young gladiator.
Gell sees his "opponents" and snorts that he is fighting lowly beasts. He moves to avoid getting surrounded however and grants his blade the might of Gorum's blessing
The hounds seeing there prey move toward the wall incress there speed. There cries echo though the arena as they move in for the kill. Almost tasting the flesh they soon hope to rend between there jaws.
Gell feels a chill run down his spine as the beasts speed toward him. He inches closer to the closest one, however, and strikes at it with his mighty greatsword
As gells mighty blow misses the hound it lunges for him. And gell manges to move out of the hungry hounds way. Its mate encircles him to bite at his legs tearing into gells lower leg.
Gell winches in pain, but strikes back at his attacker.
The hounds sensing weakness and smelling blood lurch at their bleeding foe, but though skill or luck of his god he manages to avoid his hungry salivating foes
Gell dodges, but senses that the fight is not going well and must do something to change the course of the fight. Moving away from the hounds and calls upon the power to instill fear into the enemy
Trembling from gells divine power one hound runs from him quivering with fear. The 2nd hound unrestrained moves in for the kill and lunges with a howl and digs into gells armor but the bitting teeth are deflected.
Gell emboldened by the sight of Gorum's might at work strikes fearlessly at the attacking hound.
Gells blade digs deep into the hounds body . Sending blood and organs sprawling across himself and the arena . The crowd lets out chants of "VER-RI, VER-RI, VER-RI VER-RI" as the gore Leaks onto the arena sand.
Gell charges the running hound and slices into its spine. Its bleeding form it trown across the sands an it lays still. The crowd chats "STAG,STAG,STAG," and the Grand Master raise to his feet.
" Honor and glory In Velshla's name go forth gell victor of the arena"
Gell fills Velshla's blessing fill him as his flesh starts to mend. The gates open his day of the arena is over. Time to clean up and collect his winnings
The crowd watches the 2nd round much like the first. They watch as a lion brings down 2 slaves armed with short swords from the Black rocs. After the beasts are chained and the mauled body's cleared the Grand Master makes his way back to the stage.
" Now from from the frozen north Trained by the Red shields to give battle with only his mind and savage fury I give you Sain the savage barbarian!"
The crowd erupts in to chants of "SHIELD,SHIELD,SHIELD" as the gates open
Into the areana stumbles a old dwarf wearing ratty leather armor and dragging a greataxe.
As he steps forward the dwarve's dull glazed eyes blinks in the harsh light
His expressionless face shows no recognition of what is happening.
As the crowd's cheers die down the Grand Master lifts his arms and speaks
" Now I bring to you a a beast of death, Brought and trained from the Des'wa'lin plains by the master at the Black Roc stables.I give you Volne the mauler!"
The crowd brakes out into cheers as the gladiator enters the arena. The beast that is Volne steps into the arena.He stands near 10 feet,his brown skin covered in warts long greasy hair sticks off his head. He wears armor of tanned hide and carrys a club a big as a tree trunk in his massive hands he lets out a massive roar as he enters the arena
Sain stares forth impassively seemingly unaware of the monstrosity before him
Volne sees the weak old creature before him. He takes in the vib coming from the crowd and charges toward his foe.Already he can feel its bones being crushed beneath his club. He roars as his rage takes over and swings his club at the drawf
Sains eyes momentarily focus on his attacker as he suddenly seems to change into a harder more focused dwarf. He brings up his greatax and visciously swings it into his oppenent time and time again.
attack round 1
full attack
rages
attacks with power attack (5 str)
[13,8] = (21)to hit(+2 for rage=23-4=19)
[12,6] = (18)for damage(+3for rage=21+8=29)
[15,0] = (15)to hit (+2 for rage=17-4=13)
[9,13] = (22)for damage (+3 damage=25+8=33)
lowest hit(13)
-damage (62)
if high hits(23)
-damage(21)
round 2
full attack
rages
power attack
[20,9] = (29-3=26)to hit
-crit chance [9,9] = (18+6=24)if crit damage=72
[4,13] = (24)for damage
[18,1] = (19-3=16)to hit
[9,13] = (22+6=28)for damage
lowers hit(16)
-damage(100)
--if crit 73
highest hit(26)
-damage(24)
--if crit 72