Ironsoul orphange fundrasier arena - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
9/9/475
Log
To the west of the orphanage dozens of chairs were set up many children occupied the chairs On a platfrom Lady Ironsoul stood waiting for her special guest to arrive as the fence was being set up and many priest stood by to attent to the children and whoever might get injured. "Ladies and Gentlefolk, I have brought you all together to show these children who protect thier city and to show the soulless children possible paths to take in life. Warriors the rules are simple, You will fight till one of you is too injured to continue or surrenders then the one who preformed the best will be judged by the special guests and the children so don't just fight to harm fight to entertain us all." She calls out and the children cheer waving wooden weapons. "Will the warriors please come out to the field!"
Rogna strolls into the orphanage, casting his cape back with one arm. He approaches Kilsa cheerfully. "I hear this is a test combat skills, I should like to take part Miss Ironsoul." The hippo looks out over the children and smiles at the woodedn weaponry, surely they will become great warriors for sweetwater someday.
Ictus hmms? as the warriors are called out to battle and smiles as he marches out, he waves to the kids and flashes a grin, "I hope this will be very entertaining for the kids."
Peril skips up to Kilsa, the little cat having, as wellways shown up early in hopes of getting a good view of any big muscular warrior types that show up. with a broad toothy smile she gve Kilsa a playful nudge before saying to her "You should have chatted to me before doing this. I could have contributed a few funds to help you get in quality fighters from far and wide"
Zevran walks into the orphanage when he hears the call for the warriors to gather. He glances towards the eager children waving their wooden weapons, hoping he can give them a good show even if he cannot win a match.
Traxin walks over to Kilsa, with an amused smile at Peril's skipping, deepening into a broad grin. "This should be interesting." Rubbing his hands together excitedly, he prepares to watch the fights taking place.
Darquan would be one of the next to arrive. He is actually wearing very little this time around, merely a loincloth. In fact he had changed before stepping outside, and the only thing he possesses at present is the axe he is so fond of fighting with. He gets into position wordlessly, though he shows off to the younglings afterward, flexing for them.
Kilsa smiles, "Rogna, I would love to see you test your metal. I'll be sure to but you in the first round. The kids are fasinated by the stories I've told them about you." She smiles at Ictus, " You're attending too right? I would love to see you in the first match as well." She nodded to Peril, "Ah my good feline please have a seat up here with me. You've get a better view, I was hoping you recived my request to judge correct?" She smiles as more people came to join in the festivites. "I wish to do it from my own funds for the good of sweetwater." She looked at Traxin, "Come Traxin join me on the judging booth with Peril." She stood up. "GIVE THESE WARRIORS A HAND" The children scream and cheer as the other priest work to calm them down. "Ictus and Rogna please stay in the arena. The rest of you please come on the plate form to enjoy the first match and get your weapons ready or in Darquan's case some clothes." She joked.
Rogna laughs and nods, then looks to Ictus. Rogna smiles and offers them a slight respectful bow as a warrior. He then takes a fighting stance, seemingly prepared to do engage Ictus when Kilsa gives them the okay.
Ictus nods to Kilsa with a smile and chuckles, "Yes, I will be participating." he nods and bows back to Rogna, taking a fighting stance with his sword and shield out as well
Peril sniggered as she took her place alongside Kilsa, lifting her tail as she sat down before perking up to look over the contenders, a broad smile parting her lips as she spied a familiar gator. with a playful giggle she raised a hand to wave to Darquan "I do hope we get a few nice big ones"
Darquan shakes his head and passes Kilsa a look, followed by a wink, "Oh, come on. It's not like I'm going to take it off." Still, he follows the others to the waiting area.
Traxin grins to Kilsa, joining her and Peril in the judging booth. "Thanks for inviting me." He whispers quickly to her, chucklilng at the joke about Darquan's clothes.
Zevran watches as the two fighters get into their stances. He takes moment to size up each fighter before making his way to the waiting area. He can only assume that the other warrior in the waiting room is his competition. He silently glances towards the gator for a moment before turning his gaze back to the fight.
Kilsa smiles and raises a hand. "Fighters ready! GO!" She leans looks at Traxin and Peril, "who are you both rooting for?"
Darquan is large and quite burly, and from his current attire it would make him look something like a barbarian. He doesn't seem to notice the scrutiny directed toward him, for his attention is mostly on the children and the competitors on the field.
Rogna leaps into action, using his girth to push the fox around before drawing his swords.
Peril cackles with glee as she looks over the battleground eager to see blows flying "ohh you know. I'll root for whoever puts on the best show, and award bonus points to the one that claims the Gator's loin cloth"
Ictus hmms? and dodges the leap, grinning slightly as he takes a swipe at Rogna's knees with his blade
Traxin laughs, then looks at the hippo and fox. "I have no favorites at this stage, Rogna's got size, but foxes can be cunning. I expect Ictus to play things smart."
Kilsa claps watching Rogna take the first strike, "Wow. I expected Ictus to lead the attack." The children go wild from the start of the fight. Near the stands a single Pitbull child glares at Darquan, Kilsa shouts at the fighters, "Gooo!" The crowed shouts and cheered randomly.
Darquan soon finds his target in the stands of the orphans before long, what with the eyes boring holes into him. The PitBull's glare is returned, though he adds a sharp salute the kid's way while calling out a simple, "Donny!"
Rogna uses both his peace keeper and legendary sol to parry the blade, running the legendary sol to slash at Ictus's arm as he moves aside.
Peril claps her paws together while giggling gleefully, her eyes fixed upon the action
Ictus chuckles as he is parried and grunts as he attemps to roll with the blow to his arm, pushing inwards to try and land a blow to Rogna's stomach with his shield
Rogna oofs slightly as his gut it pushed on, backing up slightly to disengage Ictus and prepare for another assault.
The claps and cheers, "That it show these kids what it is to be a warrior!" The pit in the crowd give Darquan a hard look before giving him a thumbs up. "Wow I didn't except the fox to so evenly matched with someone as strong as Rogna. They seem alot more skilled since I've fought with either of them." She says to the other two judges.
Darquan drops his arm and nods to the youngster before finally turning his attention toward the other fighter beside him, taking the time to look him over.
Ictus grins as Rogna backs off and does a backflip, in heavy armor... With a shield! He seems to be getting some distance from the hippo
Rogna laughs and shakes his head, and beings preparing something. His hands start to glow with the power of a priest. With the distance this should be just right.
Traxin claps wildly. "I didn't know Ictus was THAT agile..."
