Haruchai
As you wish.
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2011
- Location
- United States (CST)
Bahk was, without a doubt, the absolute king of the arena. He'd been captured at a young age and brought up on a diet of violence and bloodshed. By now he was full grown, standing 8' tall and nearly 500 pounds of solid muscle. His specialty in the arena was truly using his massive fists, the belt and gauntlets he wears boosting his already prodigious strength as he rips his opponents apart.
All of this takes place on the world of Tarduril, and in the vast desert country of Ur Shoral in the lower western quadrant of the huge continent. Uras is the capital city there, ruled over by a council of men known as the Senate. They arrange the great games and the arena fights, and have done so for decades. Bahk is only one in a long line of champions, and one day he hopes to earn his freedom. Until then, he keeps on fighting, pleasing his Dominus and earning him coin.
The man charged Bahk like a mad bull, and the huge orc grinned, lowering his shoulder to meet the charge. The huge spiked armor drove deep into the man's gut, impaling him and his insides spilled onto the sand as Bah roughly pushed him off, the man breathing his last as the crowd roared in approval.
Bahk had won, again, and was soon exiting the arena to be taken back to his quarters where he could bathe and eat to his heart's content. Wine would be provided, and maybe even a woman after the victory this day.
All of this takes place on the world of Tarduril, and in the vast desert country of Ur Shoral in the lower western quadrant of the huge continent. Uras is the capital city there, ruled over by a council of men known as the Senate. They arrange the great games and the arena fights, and have done so for decades. Bahk is only one in a long line of champions, and one day he hopes to earn his freedom. Until then, he keeps on fighting, pleasing his Dominus and earning him coin.
The man charged Bahk like a mad bull, and the huge orc grinned, lowering his shoulder to meet the charge. The huge spiked armor drove deep into the man's gut, impaling him and his insides spilled onto the sand as Bah roughly pushed him off, the man breathing his last as the crowd roared in approval.
Bahk had won, again, and was soon exiting the arena to be taken back to his quarters where he could bathe and eat to his heart's content. Wine would be provided, and maybe even a woman after the victory this day.