Colosseum Workouts

Log Info

• Title: Colosseum Workouts
• Emitter: Murder
• Characters: Murder, Aelwyn, Reithak, Ravendar, Ulthan
• Place: Alexandria - A03 The Colosseum
• Time: Jun 05, 2023
• Summary: Various muscle(?)heads meet at the Colosseum

The Colosseum is understandably quiet today, any reasonable event runner having seen the writing on the wall with the warmth and humidity, but knowing full well doom was sealed with the thick mist obscuring the field.

The big stadium is not entirely quiet. In places, maintenance is being performed, as well testing of ramps and other 'features'. On the field itself, the sound of something metallic thudding into something ... solid, echoes lightly. Accompanied by the grunt and growl and occasional yell of someone apparently frothing at the mouth.

Aelwyn walks into the Colosseum, holding his glaive by his shoulder; hand on his hip. He rolls his mouth, gnawing on a stick of ginger, as he slowly swallows at the end of it. The sounds doesn't seem to surprise him so much. A long leather cloak hung off one shoulder, with equally long red loincloth hanging off his front.

"Tch." The ruddy sith-makar finally lets out, before walking towards the sounds with a slow sway of his tail.

Ulthan follows the Sith-makar, whom he has met on the various assignments for the Guild, in. He's wearing just his linen tunic and trews, with his flail being used more as a walking stick than a ready weapon.

There is a large egalrin who after a moment of perusing some of stalls outside the building, decides to sate their curiosity about the goings on at the colosseum when nothing was happening. It sure sounded like something might be there, at least. "Hey there big guy, what's got you over here today?" The egalrin wonders aloud of the sith-makari. "Curious about the yelling too? And, good to meet you too Ulthan!"

As the Goblin comes into view, it's very obvious she's been here for a little bit. Her simple top and loincloth are soaked, drenched in the sweat that flows freely. Her red eyes glow dimly in the mist that obscure the field, her breath ragged as she slams her two-handed sword over and over again into a target dummy.

The target has seen much better days, as chunks and pieces of wood litter the ground around it.

Ravendar is out on the field, but sticking to the outside of it as he's running laps. It's a fair pace, nothing too fast or to slow, just enought to get the blood pumping. He flinches a little as he hears the yell and he looks around for the source of it. He wonders if he should be running away from it or towards it.

Aelwyn walks over towards the Gobbo. "Shortie is trying to kill the dummy or herself first?" The Dragoon asks with a chuckle. He picks up glaive off his shoulder.

The Dragoon looks towards Ulthan. "Perhaps one should test their might against Shortie?" He suggests.

Ulthan chuckles at Aelwyn. "I am smarter than I look, friend makari... I know better than to challenge someone the height, and by the look of these polls, the temperament of my nieces..." He walks over, nodding a greeting to the Gobber.

Reithak blinks and shrugs, heading off for one edge of the arena. "You should stop to catch your breath at least, it's not smart to fight when your exhausted or train when you're exhausted." The egalrin points out. "And I don't know if I'd be propositioning others to be sparring with them until they're recovered, either."

Ravendar sees the arrival of the others as he completes his latest lap around the track. He moves over to his stuff and he takes a long drink from his waterskin. He hums to himself and waves his fingers at his face to use a bit of magic to clean himself up. He brushes a bit of non-existant dirt from his shirt before he re-packs his pack and picks up his instrument case to head over to where the other are. "If I were a betting Lucht Siuil, which I am, I'd put even money on her laying you out, long shanks."

Ulthan says, “Oh, I definitely wouldn't bet on myself, unless I happen to snatch a lucky streak. I make for a huge target, and that shows up... I have... err, about half a dozen nieces the size of her. And they always beat me up.”

The blade slams into the target dummy a final time, sticking into the top part solidly. The Goblin stalks off, panting, to rummage through a pile of things nearby, the woman stalking back a moment later holding a sizable waterskin.

"I'll chew all yer kneecaps off.", she pants before starting to guzzle down the water. Murder looks to Reithak first, and shrugs. "Eeh, I'll be alright. I train til I fall over, eat, sleep, rage, repeat." Her gaze goes to Aelwyn then. "The target will fall over first...", the Gobbo brags. "Specially if I go get an axe instead o'this sword."

Her eyes narrow at Ulthan as she drinks down a few more mouthfuls of water. "I am sure they are not stabbing you with knives while they do this."

Lastly, the Lucht is addressed. "Only person here with some sense.", is her reply to him, with a snort. Following that, the rest of the water is thirstily guzzled.

Ulthan hmms at the little gobber. "I wouldn't put it above some of them... Although so far I haven't needed stitches, or to see Granny Aching for more healing."

Aelwyn bows his head towards Ravendar and Ulthan, not to mention Reithak. He lets out a chuckle. "Tch, one should always bet on oneself. What else would one live for if not the thrill of overcoming for themselves?"

Picking up his glaive, he nears a near dummy and starts to get into position to do some practise swings himself.

Ulthan shakes his head at Aelwyn: "It's one thing to be confident, but another thing entirely to be overconfident... If you can't measure up your enemy accurately, no amount of confidence is going to keep you unbruised in bad matchup."

Ravendar gives a wry smile, "But of course I'm Lucht Siuil, we are the only ones that ever make any sense." His tone is one of teasing. "So what has you training so hard? I've been out of town visiting family that were performing in another town. More werewolves?" He asks curiously.

"I rather prefer my knee caps non chewed, thank you." The egalrin notes. "Sounds like a good way to burn yourself out, but it's not my place to judge your training, especially if you get results in that case."

"Well, I'm sure they appreciate having a good sparring partner." The egalrin chuckles to Ulthan. "And the confidence is as good as ever Aelwyn, but you still have to be able to afford room and board at the end of the day, you know?"

Ulthan looks at the polls, and picks one relatively unmolested by gobber ferocity, walking towards it. "Well, I mean, they are hardy boys and girls, my nephews and nieces. Even scholarly ones have to protect themselves at a pinch, living up there in the mountains." Then, without wasted motion, his flail leapsup and swings around, smashing into the stout, rope-coated poll with a deep thunk, and the big Dranei steps sideways to adjust his position, before swinging again, this time from the opposite direction. "Hey, these are pretty sturdy stuff..."

Murder giggles at Reithak. "Okay, I'll make an exception for yours." A wink, followed by a shrug. "That's my secret, I won't burn out. Fire and I are old friends." The Gobbo gives a toss of her hair, before she looks to Ulthan. "Sometimes overconfidence will save yer life. The real trick is knowing when to use it. Nothing scares people more than an adventurer saying, 'Hold my beer a sec and watch this!'. Just gotta do that at just the right time."

Her giggle is a noisy, scratchy thing, and she moves over to slap Ravendar on the shoulder appreciatively. "He gets it!" A wink's had at Rav, before her expression sobers. "Well.. I'm a little out of practice and it's shown lately so... gonna work out hard. Not anything in particular just... things are picking up. Feels like... something is coming, something big, something bad..." Murder sniffs at the air. "Smells like demon."

A glance at Ulthan again. "Ah, right right... humans my size are children..."

Ulthan glances at the gobber, shivering noticeably as she mentions 'demon'. "Well, my family runs on the big side, I hear, so most of them, at your size, are still close to toddlers." He spins his flail in a complex figure eight, hitting the poll from up to down, then from down to up, angles, switching from one side to another with the rebound from the hit. It's a practised pattern and as it goes on, it becomes concentratred more on gobber sized length of the poll.

Ravendar smiles at the slap on the shoulder, "Especially when it's set to music." He ahs and nods, "Gotta be ready for the next big crisis that hits this city. Nothing wrong with a little training, that's what I'm doing, gotta keep in top physical form if I'm gonna play my fiddle while everyone else is fighting around me." He hmms, "I know there is either a joke in there or a philosophical question...how many Dranei toddlers can a goblin take in a fight? I suppose it would depend on if the goblin is armed or if the toddlers are?" He gives a grin, "Well they usually make the dummies to last seeing as how everyone and their mother with a weapons or just a pair of fists can come in here and beat on them."

"Appreciate it, dear." The egalrin chuckles, finding a spot to lean against the wall. "Course, I get it, life up in the mountains isn't exactly easy in any sense of the word, gotta keep on top of things so you're ready for anything." They nod to Ulthan. "Gotta have a good bluff for that though, or no one willing to call you on it, but it sounds handy in a pinch."

"Yeah, sounds like bad things are about in the city, better to be prepared than not." Reithak sighs. "Just don't put yourself in a spot where you're exhausted and can't do anything, you know?"

Ulthan grunts. "Exhaustion is annoying, yes... Especially when you just fight, fight, fight... Then you stop, and drop down with no idea about where you were or what you were doing..."

Murder nods to Reithak, but then shrugs. "I have energy enough for this and more. Been taking it easy for far too long. Something's close, I can feel it... gonna be there when it happens. I was there the time before the last time demons messed around. City's still here 'cause of me." She pounds her chest a few times with a tiny fist. "It'll still be here after this one, too. Maybe I won't be... but she will be."

The Gobbo snorts at Ravendar. "It's not sporting to really fight a toddler, though. Even a group of them, even if they're armed. I got tricks, tricks no one wants t'feel." Her head cants slightly to one side. "Fiddle while the place burns? That'd be pretty awesome!"

She moves back to the small pile of things, where her now empty waterskin is dropped, the Goblin returning a few moments later, shrugging at Ulthan... "I can probably go til I drop dead. Just bein' angry keeps me going."

Ulthan nods as he adds a ful-body twist to his pattern, the momentum adding up to heavier 'thunk' soudns as the spinning flailhead connects. "Going until I drop, I know that... I -have- that. But it's different from what my uncle has. Mine... feels different."

Ravendar smiles at Murder, "So you are saying you could take on a hundred of them then?" He pats his instrument case, "That's my speciality, although usually I'm not the one that sets the fire. Most of the time, at least lately." He chuckles. "Gotta watch it so you don't over do it. I've only overdid it once when it came to playing. It was when I got my first fiddle, so about 7 or 8, I loved it so much and played it as often as I could, well my fingers weren't as tough back then. I didn't listen to my parents when they told me to give it a rest for a bit and one morning I woke up my finger tips were all cracked and bleeding. I thought I was going to die, or at the very least my fingers would fall off. Well I had to go see Aunt Cherise, who was the healer and assistant cook of the family caravan. She had me dip my fingers into one of her foul smelling healing concotions and wrapped my hands up so tight I couldn't wiggle a finger if I tried. It was one of the worse weeks of my life, had to have help doing everything, like I was a baby. Couldn't wait to get those bandages off, thankfully Aunt Cherise's healing medicine works quick or I might have had to learn to play the fiddle with my toes. Taught me a good lesson in moderation though."

"Is that so? well, color me impressed, miss hero of Alexandria." The egalrin chuckles again. "Sounds like a right mess though, glad there are people like you taking care of the place, but just don't overdo it, seriously."

Reithak sighs and crosses her arms. "Nice swing there Ulthan, pretty sure you just let those kids get the better of you. And, he's right. Don't go making yourself injured, there's a fine line between a good workout and injuries from exercise, even with healing magic. Just because you aren't wearing pants doesn't mean you can't be caught with them down you know, so don't let that happen."

"I learned how ta do it under my master, whom my da introduced me to. Had to, was a bit of a firecracker. Was gonna go back home and murder those who killed all me kin. Can manage things better now, use it to keep me going, doin' things normal folks just can't do." Murder nods to Ulthan... "Glad ta know there are others out there."

She looks to Ravendar, and snorts, her grin brightening the longer the Lucht speaks. "Yeah, I could take them on. Just lure them all close, an' drop a firestorm on them." Her eyebrows waggle, "I light th' fires." She nods then, snorting again. "Sounds like Aunty Cherise knows what she's about..."

Her gaze switches to Reithak, and Murder nods. "It was a big plot. Involving the spell cannon. As far as I recall, nothing came to fruition. But it's still up there. Waiting. Hmmm... I wonder how many are around who still remember... I'll have to check into that."

"Nice! Sounds like you are ready to take on a whole army of well armed toddlers, just hopefully they don't have a toddler mage, those things are nasty." Ravendar gives a laugh. "Also don't forget to get something to eat, which is what I'm going to do right now." Ravendar gives a nod to all those gathered, "I'll see you folks around, I'm Ravendar by the way, come see my shows, I play at all the taverns around town."

Ulthan's not sure he is the same as what the gobber, 'Murder?' is... But when he is angry, it doesn't feel same around him as it's when Uncle Daffyd used his anger...

"Well, maybe lets stop there, I'd rather not stop to consider the tactics on that." The egalrin exhales. "Still, nice to meet you Ravendar! Name's Reithak, maybe I'll catch one of your shows sometime, hopefully. Something about a spell cannon? Never heard of it, but I don't know too much about this city, aside from how big it is, which it is."

"Well, sounds like there's something to be discussed, here. You don't know how you're angry? I can't say I really get that, I know there's a bunch of different types, you're not angry the same way when someone steals a scone you were going to eat later versus someone betraying you, but I don't think that's what you're getting at."

Ulthan says, “I mean, when I get angry, even if I am firing up the anger like my Uncle taught me... It feels different.”

Murder offers a wave to Ravendar as the Lucht makes to leave. "Sure, I'll seek ya out! Take care!" Aelwyn, too, is waved at, "See you around, Ael. Be well."

The Goblin nods to Reithak. "Barbarian or bloodrager. One is angry all the time, the other is angry with magic!"

Ulthan headtilts. "Magic?"

Ulthan stops hjis poll-beating pattern, to better listen to the gobber, leaning onto the haft of his weapon. "How do you mean they rage with magic?"

"Aw, is Aelwyn heading out? That's unfortunate." The egalrin sighs. "Ah, right! Bloodragers, I've heard of them, at least in passing. But given the subject, I think she's able to give you a better explanation. After all, I try to not be angry too often." She chuckles. "It's a complicated subject, after all."

Murder nods enthusiastically to Ulthan. Her hands weave a small pattern in the air, and then gestures to the target dummies. "Yeah, watch this..." She glares at the dummy that was her target for a time.

"BURN!!", she yells. A moment later, smoke pours from the trunk, then flames lick at the crown, a moment more, and the fire rises up into the air, charring the target dummy to a crisp.

Ulthan headtilts. That was an impressive display, and there was something that tugged at his senses as he watched it... Something tingly, like a half-forgotten memory trying to surface.

"Like well, that. I'm not doing anything like that." Reithak notes. "Impressive, though, and you can learn a lot by doing. Just be careful, you don't want to burn down anything you don't intend to, and cities can be pretty flammable."

"I think I should leave you to your training. Make sure you refill your water before you need it, and at least try to not train too hard, alright?"

Ulthan hmms as he has an idea. "It feels like I am close to a clue, but not quite there yet... I probably need to learn more."

Ulthan bows to the gobber, with visible respect in his manners. "If I may, could I show you my Rage, if you could tell me if it looks, or feels, similar to how you do it?"

Murder nods to Reithak, "The Colosseum is mostly stone, out here, the fire's not gonna go far in this icky humidity. But I'll make sure it's out before I go. Thanks!" She offers the Egalfin a wave, "Take care!"

To Ulthan, she nods, "I could take a look, I suppose."

Ulthan waves at the departing Egalrin, Reithak, and then takes a loose stance, drawing a deep breath.

Ulthan crouches down lightly, then roars with the exhalation, there isn't any major visible change, but there's a sharper rhythm to his breathing, and therre's a sharpness to his movements that wasn't there a moment, a breath ago.

Ulthan springs forward and bodily slams one of the training targets, dashing faster and further than a man his size should have been able to move. And after hitting the wooden log, he grunts and forces his raised rage down, gripping the rough rope binding on the log to stay upright.