Grog Pit A rough natural cavern with a stone firepit at it's center. The firepit contains a roaring fire, built up to nearly three feet in hieght. The fire casts the stone walls of this cavern in a ruddy glow as well as expelling a thick haze of grey smoke into the air. Several spits bearing cuts of meat are thrust through the fire, suppourted upon the rough boulders that form the firepit. The cragy ceiling of this room slopes up to a soot stained natural chimney that must lead into the main shaft of the volcano. A stone floor carpets the pit, a slight coating of debris upon it, consisting of broken vessels, well gnawed bones, and bone fragments, dried mud, small rocks, and even the occasional tooth knocked out in a brawl. A few battered, low tables with animal pelts before them lay about the room. Many Orcs would usually sit about here, drinking and boasting. Those Uruks who are warriors drink out of humanoid skulls that have been sealed watertight to allow them to be used as drinking bowls. The many slaves, who outnumber the warriors roughly three to one, drink out of wooden, or earthenware drinking bowls. You see a distinct favoritism between the high ranking Orcs and the lower ranking Orcs: the officers are given free drink and food, while the lower Orcs must pay for their fare with any valuables they can scrape together. Contents: Nardakh Zuurdang Dice Table Pinky, the Grog Keeper Obvious exits: Jagged Arch leads to Living Pits. Sittin on the very floor, reclined against the wall, Nardakh seems to be chugging down some grog. He seems displeased, yet thoughtful. "SNAGA!" he barks at a passerby. "Fetch me that Standard-bearer, if he still lives!" Silently a single orc makes his way into the tavern, this orc, a tall brutish fellow clad almost fully in brite crimson, makes his way sluggishly towards the barkeep seemingly ignoring everyone else within the place.. As the snaga runs out of the room, Guruok looks up from where he has been at the dice-table. He is both annoyed and pleased that his Teguk has not recognised him while he is in disguise - that is, when he's not lugging the war-standard around. Putting down the dice and scooping his money off the table, he moves toward the Teguk. "I am the standard bearer, Guruok, Great Teguk, how can I serve you?" he asks simply. Veins seems to jut out of Nardakh's skin, dark rivers of blood which pulsate into visual existance as the one called Guruok speaks. Rising, the Teguk takes out his club. "You... snaga..." he manages through gritted teeth. "You know the problems you've caused me?! The former Warlord came to me claiming you had defied him?! You foolish maggot. You will return to me the Standard of Pulgor NOW!" At this commotion Zuurdang slows his path and looks over towards Nardakh and Guruok, a slight smile creaping across his face. He leans against a table lightly to watch, hoping to himself that this turns to bloodsheed, he would so like to see these two spill each others blood. Guruok blinks slowly as he calmly stares back at the enraged Uruk-hai. "I did not defy the Warlord, Teguk, I merely attempted to defend myself when he lost his head, probably due to the excess of grog he had consumed. During this event, our greatest Dark Master himself entered this very room to stay the former Warlords hand and strip him of his weapon...." "Would you strip one who so valiantly guards the standard of Khamul, one who has been blessed by the dark powers on the ravings of this Troll?" he asks. The Teguk laughs, his sound hoarse and boom, filled with well-expressed contempt. "I'm sure the Lord did as was needed," he explains simply. "However, I've not heard of any order or decree that states the Olog's death. As so, he is still an Olog, and even when he is a snaga he could well crush my bones. Now, you will give the Standard to me. If you want it back, you will fight in the Olympics soon to take place and earn it back. If the great Lord of the Nazgul, who blessed by the Lidless Eye has graced me with rank and power, sees me wrong, he will come and slay me. Now, the Standard, or your head." Zuurdang chuckles at this announcment leaning a bit more onto the table, watching Guruok, to see what he will do. Guruok scowls at the Teguk's laughter, not seeming to be intimdated by the Uruk-hai's slightly larger frame. "I vowed to protect this standard with my life, swore to those with power far greater than yourself, how can I be assured that while it is in your care that no harm shall become of it?" he asks. The question does seem like a slap, Nardakh's eyes widened as if the Dog had just insulted his entire garrison and challenged him. "Well," he states, pushing his cloth back to unveil his fully-haired and deliciously curved body. "If you survive me, snaga, then it means you are better at guarding it than I am!" And with that, the Teguk swings his club at the wretch's head. Nardakh attacks you with his Club!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 11 hp's by Nardakh's attack... ...you have 71 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. Zuurdang laughs and shakes his head, pulling his axe from its loop and setting it on the table before him, his Guruok jumps back as the Teguk swings his club toward him, apparently he was not suprised by the Teguk's attack toward him. However, prepardness is one thing, and Nardakh is a skilled opponent. The club crashes into his shoulder as he attempts spin away, but it does not stop him from continusing the spin, pulling his scimitar from his waist as part of it, then finishing it by completing it by facing the Teguk again, bringing the blade horizontally across his body to match his own movements. The dark blade flashes toward Nardakh, flying horizintally across the uruks belly. COMBAT - Wielded: A black-hilted scimitar You attack Nardakh with your Scimitar... Nardakh parries your attack with his Club! The Teguk is, however, prepared for a counterstrike, one he easily wards by placing his club as close to the hilted section of the scimitar as he can. "Death creeps closer," he taunts, rearing his weapon back and once more swinging it towards the former Standard-bearer's side. Nardakh attacks you with his Club!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 10 hp's by Nardakh's attack... ...you have 61 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. Guruok attempts to bring his scimitar back in time to block, but the spin has him off balnance. He grunts first as the Teguk's club thumps into his side, and you hear the sharp crack of breaking ribs, which is quickly overshadowed by Guruok's own roar of pain and anger. However he keeps his cool, moving his weapon back into position with great speed, using his scimitar, to flick out lightly towards the Teguk's club arm, hoping to get him to drop the weapon. You attack Nardakh with your Scimitar... Nardakh dodges your attack. Zuurdang growls as in to his feet as a chair gets pushed back into him in the comotion, snatching up his axe he begins to step forwards towards the two combatants, sizing them both up... Zuurdang wields War Axe. A swing and a miss! The Teguk merely dodges aside, barely avoiding the weapon as it slides beside him. "Not bad," the Captain asserts, swinging his club now to the opposite side that he attacked before. Nardakh attacks you with his Club!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 15 hp's by Nardakh's attack... ...you have 46 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. Guruok knows this attack is going to hit no matter what he does. To try and minimize the damage from the attack he moves his free arm, which should probably be guarded by a shield, into the way of the club. With a sickening crunch the club connects, smashing the arm of the brave Uruk. You can see a bone protuding from the flesh of Guruok's forearm, but this doesnt seem to slow him down either. In fact, it seems as if Guruok cant even feel it, as nothing registers on his face at all as he puts all his concentration into the next strike against overpowering foe. You attack Nardakh with your Scimitar... Nardakh dodges your attack. Zuurdang steps in towards the combatants and growls noting the Guruok is extremely outmatched, he makes the only possible descision, he makes a feight towards the injured dog attempting to distract it, making Nardakh job all the easier... Nardakh... shakes his bon-bon, shakes his bon-bon, shakes his bon-bon! ...and manages to move out of harm's way, regardless of how goofy his player may be feeling. "You foolish orc," comes another mocking line. "You dare defy me, the Captain of your garrison, assigned to this post by the Vorazg himself? Death would come even if you miraculously defeated me." He does not attack, however, eyeing the Krimpatul who moves in. "I've always wondered just how good the Krimpatul soldiers are." He stands there, watching. "Kill him, Dog." For who that order was meant, however, who can tell. ARB: Nardakh has "passed" on his turn to attack. As Nardakh does not attack, Guruok senses the attack and deftly moves out of the way, but you cannot help but notice and mangled and uselsss arm on his left side. Hearing the Teguk's words, he grasps onto them as a lifeline. As he dances away he flicks lightly out toward the Zuurdang, not really an attack. more like an attempt to get the warrior to back off and give Guruok some time to get himself set. You attack Zuurdang with your Scimitar... Zuurdang dodges your attack. Nodding at the Teguks words Zuurdang says, "Very well Teguk." side steping out of the way of Guruoks attack with more fluidity then one would normally credit to one of his build, "Die, traitor." for disobeying the orders of a superior does mark one as such, he steps in quickly bringing his war axe about towards Guruok injured arm. Zuurdang attacks you with his Battle Axe!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 23 hp's by Zuurdang's attack... ...you have 23 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. Guruok howls at the battle-axe blade misses his arm and bites deeply into the leather armor he wears. Collapsing to his knee's, he turns toward the Teguk. He splutters slightly and coughs, blood dripping slowly from his mouth. "I...I... standard for you..." is all he manges to get out, before collapsing face-first onto the dirty floor of the grog pit. He's still breathing, but definatly does not look to be in a good way. "Behead him," the Teguk commands with utter apathy. Zuurdang says, "As you command Teguk." sets his axe blade at Guruoks neck lining it up before lifting it quickly and swinging down, perhaps not quite hard enough, maybe trying to make this take more then one swing. Zuurdang attacks you with his Battle Axe!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 6 hp's by Zuurdang's attack... ...you have 17 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. As the blow from the battle-axe descends, Guruok pulls out of his seeming-trance. He quickly rolls away toward the door, apparently not nearly as wounded as he appeared. Not unscathed however, as blood pours from the side of his head - his ear itself lies on the floor in a pile of his own foul blood. Coming to his feet with a fluid movement. He spits out a few curses, before attemping to flee out of the door Where will he go? You dont know, for surely there is no place in this dark land where his life will be spared... You try to flee from Zuurdang, but he blocks your attempt! Zuurdang growls as the slimes rolls out from beneath his strike and makes a run for it, "Not that fast /Traitor/" moving after him as fast his he may, bringing his axe around hard and fast towards the creatures leg, trying to end any attempt at flight it may have. Zuurdang attacks you with his Battle Axe!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 9 hp's by Zuurdang's attack... ...you have 7 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. Guruok knows that its over now. As Zuurdang's battle-axe gashes open his calf he tumbles to the floor again. dropping his scimitar in the process, he reaches into his armor and pulls out a dagger. Looking at Nardakh in a look of pure hatred, he throws the weapon end over end, his last futile gesture of resistance. Removed: A black-hilted scimitar. You place the black-hilted scimitar on the ground COMBAT - Wielded: Jagged-edged Dagger You throw your dagger at Nardakh... Your training fails you as you throw your dagger in the crowded room: Zuurdang gets in the way of your shot! Your dagger hits Zuurdang, moderately wounding him! Zuurdang cringes in pain as the dagger pierces his shoulder, his eyes flash with anger and haterd as he moves at guruok, raising his axe aboves his head and swing it down hard, trying to split Guruok's skull. Zuurdang attacks you with his Battle Axe!... ...and he hits! Ouch! Darn! You've been knocked to 0 HP by Zuurdang's attack! You are critically wounded, and will die soon without a +HEAL'er. See HELP COMBAT DEATH for more information. Good luck! Guruok looks on with the red burning in his eyes as he see's the battle-axe come toward his head... and he know's there is nothing he can do about it. Spitting out a final curse, the battle axe smashes into his head, right between the eyes, splitting it neatly into two and lodging itself deeply into the floor, such was the power of the Dog's strike. His nerveless fingers clench once, then relax forevermore. Nardakh nods at the scene, smiling with pleased amusement. "Well done, Dog," he grants, reaching into a pouch and producing some coins. "You have shown me that indeed the Krimpatul can fight." He tosses the coins at Zuurg's feet and sits back down, all else forgotten. |