Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 11:35 pm Post subject: Training Day
Another dawn had eeked its way across Marloc, the sleepy castle seemed to cringe in sunlight like it always did. The crack of dawn having come, the bell rang in the barrack yards for the assembly.
Warsong drilled his men everyday like this. from sunrise to high noon, no breaks for food. Today was no change and he looked up, it was a hot day, sweat rolled down his green-gray skin. He let out a roar, all the men new it was time to form rank.
(Grimgor was in an especially foul mood today, and as such, was in no mood to heel to Warsong's commands. Stepping out of line, he used the full power of his thugish, Orkish voice, and the frame of his enormous stature.)
"Not toooday! I is gonna smash your poncy 'ead in, and when im finished, ILL be in charge of da grunts!" _________________ Not the teeth! Don't touch the teeth!
{Watched his General Warsong from the balcony. He was interested in how well trained the troops actually were, although he knew deep down that his best advantage was goblin numbers rather than their actual talent. He decides to speak out to grimgor.}
"You there! Come over here and tell me why you have no respect for whom I put in charge."
(Hearing Rensain, he stomped off to the balcony, stopping underneath it, but far enough away such that he could see Rensain. His appearnce made him look angry, but if truth be told, he always looked angry. He again used his thugish brutal voice to address the pinkskin.)
"Becos dat grunt makes us greenskins march up and down these stoopid halls every day! We was promised a chance to get to fighting and pillaging , and we aven't done nufin! If we dont get to soon, I is gonna get pillaging on 'is arms and 'is legs!" _________________ Not the teeth! Don't touch the teeth!
"Ungrateful urchin! You'll do as you're paid to do. You'll get your fighting soon enough - and only then will you wish you were parading hallways once more! Fool of a goblin..."
{Shakes his head, wondering why these simpletons were still in his employ.}
((If Grimgor knew what disbelief was, then he would be aware that his thugish, brutal face was betraying that emotion at that moment. Rensain clearly had no understanding of the orc psyche - fight, smash, stomp, and kill. A soft growl could be heard from him before he continued his grunting.))
"Pinkskin, you is telling me, that you app... appr.......like, this arf-breed in charge? Orcs and goblins is made for fighting! This git would ratha play nice, rather than nasty!"
((Grimgor made his way to the nearby weapons rack, grabbing at a massive battle axe, and taking a few practise swings, though keeping his eyes on Warsong. He turned his head to Rensain.))
"Pinkskin! You ave a choice! One, I kill this git, and whip these boys into REAL shape! And since I don't know what comes arfter one, there isn't any more choices!"
((Grimgor clutched his axe tightly, awaiting Rensain's response. If Rensain knew the remarkable amount of self control Grimgor was excercising - after all, he very badly wanted to introduce Warsong to his axe - he would be impressed.))[/i] _________________ Not the teeth! Don't touch the teeth!
Warsong was standing in a sort of daze. He quickly felt the heat of Rensains fire and snapped out of it. Nobody had ever challenged him since Phooka's fall. He quickly made haste and grabbed the goblin intending both to save him from the master's wrath and introduce him to his own in one fell swoop. He swung him towards the drill pit.
"Master and God-King, let me deal with this wretch, you need not get your hands marred by his filth." _________________ Melchiah - Founder of the ABIBEB (Aegis Bureau of Interests Both Evil and Benign, an grassroots Non-Profit Equal-Oppurtunity organization protecting the inalienable rights of both Hero and Villain.
(Grimgor could see the man leave, but the approaching threats were a problem. His warrior instincts kicked in, and he waited until the last possible moment before acting. Warsong's approach had not gone unnoticed, so when the time had come to move, Grimgor gave a loud battle cry, and shoulder barged towards the almost adjacant Warsong, in an attempt to use his strength and size to overower him.)
OOC: Grimgor is an ORC guys, it says so in his bio _________________ Not the teeth! Don't touch the teeth!
Warsong says:
Warsong growled as Grim tried to block him, dipping down into a feet-first slide (1), kicking up (2) in an attempt to knock him off of his feet and protect himself from the oncoming fireball at the same time. (
Grimgor Ironhide says:
As warsongs feet kicked up at him, Grimgor used the momentum to vault himself over Warsong, landing squarely and painfully on his back, but at least the fireball was of no concern (1). He quickly scrambled to his feet.(2)
Warsong says:
The heat from the missile grazing over him, he smelt the burning hairs of his brow. He clambered to his feet (1), snuffing at the singed hairs on his brow. He assumed a stance, crouched down, both feet planted firmly, arms bent ready to grapple. (2). He quite resembled a large boulder, his musculature pulsating under gray-brown skin doused in sweat.
Grimgor Ironhide says:
(Grimgor broke into a large toothy grin - this was the stuff Orcs lived for! Not training!) "Is dat da best you've got?". Although his voice betrayed sub nominal intelligence, Grimgor was smart when it came to matters of warfare. He closely examined Warsong's stance, judging it to be balanced, not favouring any particular side. He matched it (1), and slowly began to advance (2).
Warsong says:
Warsong stood fast. *Fall into my trap, you full blooded imbecile* he thought... He did not move as Grimgor approached, biding his time. His eyes burned like hot coals in the night.
Grimgor Ironhide says:
(Grimgor continued to advance slowly (1), his eyes locked with warsong's. Then suddenly, as he was almost upon him, he kicked his foot across the groud, a thick cloud of dust ensued, intended for Warsong's eyes(2))
Warsong says:
Warsong saw the kick coming and dove into the dirt cloud (1), closing his eyes to the dirt, he grabbed for his knee, trying to take it out.
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor saw the figure diving towards him, and immediatly strafed to his right (1). Almost immediately after, he turned and directed a powerful boot towards the diving figure of Warsong(2)
Warsong says:
Warsong caught himself on the ground (1) he was caught off guard and felt a rock hit his gut, looking up, he realized it was Grimgor. He rolled over on his side, the sky spinning.
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Wanting to continue this early offense, grimgor leapt onto the prone figure of Warsong(1), resolving to pin him down.
Warsong says:
Warsong opened his eyes and grabbed at Grim's throat with his hand (1), trying to catch him off guard twice with a knee to the groin (2)
Grimgor Ironhide says:
The Knee to the groin connected fully, and Grimgor let out a roar of pain, though at the same time, this was a roar of intense rage. With both eyes locked on Warsong's, he attempted to release Warsong's grip with both his hands (1) and if successful, intended to use that thick Orcish skll of his in the TRUE way it was to be used (2)
Warsong says:
Warsong gritted his teeth from the pain of Grim's Hands, but he squeezed his throat tighter (1) and let loose a punch that whupped through the air. (2_
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Warsong's punch caught him straight in the jaw - that coupled with the hand on his throat dazed him somewhat, and his fgrip on Warsong's hand was broken. Instinctively, both his hands then reached for Warsong's throat (1) , while at the same time, Grimgor attempted a low blow of his own, trying to hammer his knee with great force into the intended target.(2)
Warsong says:
He tried to roll over on top of Grim (1) as he reached for his throat, when the low blow connected, he roared in pain and brought his head down straight and powerful (2), enough to knock any of his rank and file soldiers. Warsong, however, was fairly sure this one was anything but.
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Warsong managed to get on top, but grimgor's hands were still on his throat. The headbutt phased him, but with Warsong's throat as a means to Grip something, he retained consciousness. instinctively, he retaliated twice in quick succession, with 2 consecutive headbutts (1) (2)
Warsong says:
Starting to lose grip on reality, his vision faded to black and white and blurry, he put down his forearm on Grims throat (1) and pushed down with all his might. (2)
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor could sense that Warsong was weakening, and as the forearm came down on his throat, he wiggled his head slightly to the side, so as to get some leverage (1).Then, in a delightul display of Orkish barbrity, proceeded to bite deeply into the forearm around his throat - almost every one of his razor sharp teeth penetrated the flesh of the half-orc. (2)
Warsong's eyes snapped wide open and he roared a thunderous roar that echoed throughout the castle and grounds. (Berserker - Warsong now has 3 actions per turn for his next five rounds) He ripped his arm back from Grimgor, his raking teeth nearly pulled out (1). He brought both fists up into the air and slammed them >>
Warsong says:
down onto Grim's face (2) , trying to knock him straight unconcious. Seeing red, he stood (3), "THIS IS MY TRAINING YARD! THIS IS MARLOC!"
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor could still taste Warsong's blood as he ripped his arm free. The double fisted smash from warsong caught Grimgor and cut his lip quite badly. As Warsong Stood, grimgor deftly rolled backwards, finishing on his feet (1). "Looks like a bad un uve got der boss!" Referring to the blood pouring from Warsong's disfigured arm. He knew of Orcish ways, and he knew that Warsong was in a state >>
Grimgor Ironhide says:
of complete rage. He would let Warsong come to him.
Warsong says:
He groweled and darted straight for Grim (1) Skidding to a stop in front of him (2), he underswung his arm to aim for the Orc's solar plexis, grabbing for flesh to pick him up by.
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor attempted to grab the approaching fist (1), and then quickly tried to wrap his other arm around Warsong, in an attempt to lock a bearhug in(2)
Warsong says:
In the bearhug, he did nothing for a moment, then his burning eyes furrowed in and he smiled. He brought his head into Grim's forehead twice (1,2) and then lurched for his throught with his slobbering fangs. (3)
Grimgor Ironhide says:
the second head butt brought Grimgor crashing to the ground, thus eluding Warsong's chomping fangs. He quickly regained his senses (1), and immediately tried to tackle Warsong's knee, in an attempt to take him down again. (2)
Warsong says:
Warsong stumbled, but his lack of pain only maid him roar and sneer, and he proceeded then to and beat down on Grim's face near his nose, once...(1)....twice....(2)...and then brought his booted foot into Grim's face. (3)
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor's nose bust under the fury of the blows, and the kick sent him sprawling across the courtyard. He slowy regains his composure, and staggered to his feet, his eyes full of rage and hate. (actions 1 and 2 )
Warsong says:
Coming down off his bloodrage, he took two great steps and kicked up to his limit at Grim's lower chest. (1) He then crossed his elbow across Grim's snout to knock him down for the count. (2) He sent one last kick at his ribs, trying to immobilize him, for this was just about his last chance.(3)
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor still had enough strength to catch the first boot (1), which he held in its prone position, until the elbow came at him, to which he offered a measly forarm in defense (2), yet enough to soften the blow. However, he had let go of warsong's boot, and the third kick once again had Grimgor on his back.
Warsong says:
<End Berserk. Warsong now only has one action>
He put his foot onto Grimgors neck. "You've proved... your mettle...," Here he spit blood onto the ground beside him. "Do you yield?"
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor joined him in spitting blood, though his eyes remained locked with Warsong's. There was a tense silence for a moment. "ORCS NEVER GIVE IN!" Suddenly Grimgor grabbed the leg that was pressing down on him. His right hand near the ankle, while his left nearer the knee (1). He twisted his arms right forcefully and quickly, in an attempt to bring th warmaster down,(2)
Warsong says:
Warsong spun with it (1), keeping his foot on his throat. "Yield!
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor continued to stare into his opponents eyes, and was not ready for a moment to surrender, but he slipped into unconsiousness for a brief moment, the internal blood loss catching up to him at last. He was still vaguely aware of what was going on.
Warsong says:
He pressed down farther. (1) "Yield and earn your commendations. You are the first to challenge me, let alone survive"
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor grunted, though whethe this ws an agreement to yield or not was at Warsong's discretion. He regained conciousness, his eyes looking at Warsong. Grimgor's demeanour did seem calmer though.
Warsong says:
Warsong kept his foot on Grim's throat, although a bit less potently. (1)" Do...you yield?"
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Grimgor didn't have the strength to continue, he could feel that the last blow to his ribs was pretty bad. He grunted and nodded, and extended his hand to Warsong, as if expecting him to help him up.
Warsong says:
He let up his foot and reached down with his still good arm and grabbed Grim's wrist.
Grimgor Ironhide says:
Standing up, he looked at Warsong. He was pretty ticked off at defeat, but at least he had sent Warsong a message. "Dat's more productive dan 'marchin', and 'drills'."
Warsong says:
He used his hurt arm to raise Grimgors. "THIS IS A SOLDIER!" He spun around. "Lights out early...our friend here has set a trend." Tomorrow, we start the hard stuff!" Amongst the grunting of the soldiers, he turned to Grim. "You will dine with me tonight in the grand hall."
Grimgor Ironhide says:
He raised Warsong's good arm and roared, the roar demanding approval from the remaining greenskins. He turned to Warsong. "Maybe it wont be so bad to call you da boss..."
Warsong says:
He nodded to him. "Come with me to the poolhouse, where we will wash amongst fine women and be treated like kings." He began limping off in the direction the castle.
Grimgor Ironhide says:
He limped off after Warsong, hoping that the women he referred to tasted better than Warsong did. _________________ Not the teeth! Don't touch the teeth!
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