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| Zanaro | Jul 11 2013, 02:35 AM Post #16 |
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Yukii Amano managed to hide from the Mestran agents, he had no interest in being 'kidnapped' by foreigners when he had men of his own nearby. He peered from his hiding place and saw two men standing in the middle of the circle, one was the Khan, the other a man who was definetly not a tribal. "Yukii, Yukii are you there? We just saw a drop ship fly by the festival site. Are you ok?" Yukii's earpeace buzzed with the worry of one of his guards. "I'm ok, it appears things are not going good for the Khan, be prepared to interject. I will hold position and oversee the situation. Standby." Whispered Yukii as he peered out at the angry tribals. "Understood." spoke the man, as the sound of a vehicle driving could be heard in the background. |
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| Mestra | Jul 11 2013, 03:45 AM Post #17 |
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Regional Power
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"Am I not allowed to support my oldest friends? Besides I need you alive if I am to win the war, and the war effort would be so much duller without you there. So here I am." Nicholas grinned at his friend, and pulled off his cloak. Nicholas hadn't been unarmed or unprotected in the slightest. As the cloak fell to the ground, Nicholas could be seen clearly wearing white robes with a silver plate mail chest piece, vambraces, and a crystaline steel sword (A sword whos appearance is almost transparent but as strong as steel). |
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| Robbafett34 | Jul 11 2013, 04:17 AM Post #18 |
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Khan patted his friend on the shoulder. "Thank you I appreciate it as both a friend and an ally, but you do not know our ways. This is something I must do on my own." As Khan finished servants stormed into the upper level of the Pyre. Each carried chests of varying sizes, and each one knelt before a one of the Chiefs who stepped forward. As the Chiefs opened them and reached inside they drew a wide assortment of both exotic and familiar weapons. One chief wearing light armor of padded cloth drew forward a spear and short bow, another in very heavy armor drew a wide shield and a javelin. A man in light plated armor drew out twin katars, while another in And Genghis the man in silver armor took out a flail and a war axe. "Please sit down my friend," Khan said to his friend as a servant approaches Khan,"this is my fight." The Khan's chest is revealed to have a beautiful gilded war hammer the shaft easily the size of a mans torso, and below it a serrated blade curved in the shape of a crescent moon. |
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| Mestra | Jul 11 2013, 04:24 AM Post #19 |
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Nicholas was in awe of the Khan's dedication and determination, but it perhaps may get him killed. Nicholas bowed his head to his friend and move to stand against the outer edge of the ring. He would not sit for if things went badly, he would have to defend himself. Though would the Chieftans strike him? Would they not know they Empire would fire bomb the entire country as an act of revenge? Perhaps and perhaps not, but Nicholas was confident in the Khan's abilities. Nicholas had only ever once been beaten by the sword, and that man was standing facing half a dozen others, unfair odds, but the Khan was more than capable. Nicholas un-lordly like leaned against a wall crossed his arms across his chest and waited. Burning a fire gaze into those chieftans brave enough to stare in the Emperor's general direction. |
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| Robbafett34 | Jul 13 2013, 03:35 AM Post #20 |
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Jorhek’tar the hunt of the false god. It began during the reign of the Kaosis Khan the 49th to hold the title. After huge losses to the north and his dealings with Iandan pirates, his competence had come into question. But Kaosis was an Inokan and on top of that his savagery and ruthlessness were well known in every corner of the Horde. The High Chief Jarhet was the first and only one to challenge him. High Chief Jarhet came stood alone against Kaosis during the Juras Clansmeet that year. The challange came with much scrutiny by the Clan heads but it was allowed. The two stood on opposite ends of the Pyre, each wielding their family’s ceremonial weapons. As they traded blows it is said that the very foundation of the temple shook. In a battle that lasted days each continually slammed each other with each blow pieces of armor being strewn across the arena. On the third day as the Clansmeet began to come to an end around them, they had been degraded to wrestling and as their bodies gave out with one final burst of strength Jarhet tossed the khan onto the Pyre and as the chief passed out he watched the man burn. The next morning he awoke in the Khan’s palace. And now Barjik Khan the 428th to hold the title has to hold his own against the entirety of the Inokan and their allies Chief’s. |
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| Robbafett34 | Jul 26 2013, 02:39 PM Post #21 |
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(OOC: So sorry for not posting for in like two weeks, I just didn't have time to sit down and type for a while.) On the second level of the Pyre house was an odd room. Looking down, from the upper floors, one would see an intricately designed series of symbols and charts carved through with the light of the fire pulsing through the floor. A series of intersecting circles designed to act as navigation charts are etched in depicting the true size of the Horde at its height. Few of those who could actually read the ancient language would be able to decipher the map. In the center of the room the fire reaches up through bathing the room in a ghastly glow. The light seeped out of the ancient construct’s windows like some demented lantern. Across from the Khan in his golden glory stands a much smaller man. The first Chief is known as Mongke and he is allied with the Inokan and owns a small fief far to the west in the deserts. Mongke stands with a shield and spear reminiscent of the old hordes riding lances. The two began circling each other, the smaller man gliding over the difficult ground while Khan kept shifting his gaze between his opponent and his footing. From below it’s clear that Khan is taking awkward steps to ensure his stance with heavy weapon. The first to falter however was the Chief. Below them, on the pyre, a loud pop erupted and smoke bellowed from the holes in the roof. The Chief was blinded by a cloud of ash that came up from beneath him, he stumbled and his leg was sent sailing through the roof. And he dropped his spear. As the smoke cleared Khan saw his opponent trying to drag himself up, and he took his chance. He leaped forward and brough the hammer down on the struggling chief. He was rewarded with the sound metal being crushed, but he had to leap back as a blade swung at his legs. Mongke barely raised his shield in time to block the attack; regardless the strike had bent his whole body. His arm was doubtlessly crushed and his leg was bent at a disturbing angle. At least it knocked him far enough to the side for him to grab his spear. An ascending swipe sent Khan reeling farther back and almost into a pit large enough for him to fall into. He had lost his best chance to finish this quickly with his spear back Mongke had the reach on him, though his shield arm was useless now. The Khan was forced to retreat as he danced around the chief’s strikes. Even so Khan had already received some glancing strikes that had done glaring damage to the gold links of his armor. With each strike Khan was sent closer and closer to the edge. A sudden lunge at the Khan’s chest, forced him to wildly swing with his hammer to block. The maneuver had deflected the blade but it made him loose his grasp on the hammer. The back swing sent it flying through the air and made the khan loose his footing. Mongke stood above the Khan his spear raised to strike, Khan below him helpless. Mongke couldn’t believe it he was going to be the one to kill Barjik, he would become the next khan! The chief levered his arm and sent the spear down onto the Khan’s chest squarely into the unprotected space in the Khan’s armor. The blade came down as time slowed for Mongke his life of leisure and power after finishing Khan. He would become the next ihabitent of the Khan’s palace he would hear the truen voice of Kora and would earn for his family the respect it deserved. But he missed. How? Khan managed rolled out of the way because Mongke was distracted by his reverie and the blade got stuck in one of the many desings in the floor. Khan, being the bright individual he is, took advantage of this and rolled back onto the flat of the blade. At the same time Mongke desperately tried to yank it out from under him. The resulting pressure caused by the men’s’ struggle snapped the blade off. Mongke froze in shock as the ritualistic spear, which had been passed down in his family for centuries from the wanderer who had been given both the weapon and the divine write to lead his people, was shattered by the giant of a Khan. Barjik again took advantage of the Chief’s hesitance as he grabbed the spear and sprung to his feet. He then proceeded to wield the broken spear as a Kendo staff and sweep Mongke’s legs out from under him. Before he knew what was happening end of the broken spear was pressed against his exposed neck. “I-I yield,” he breathed out. The next two rounds went far easier for the Khan, the first devolving into a wrestling match that the muscled out of. The second ended rather comically with the challenger being physically tossed out of the building, much to the enjoyment of the onlookers. The third match however took a darker turn as a much smaller and younger Chief simply refused to give up. The Khan beat around the boy for the majority of the match until finally growing tired knocked the boy to the ground and bringing down the hammer. As crushed and mangled remains of the young man was dragged off the Khan was not allowed a break as the next challenger approached the Khan. Edited by Robbafett34, Jul 27 2013, 04:09 AM.
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| Robbafett34 | Aug 2 2013, 02:23 PM Post #22 |
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Sparks and flailing metal fill the arena as the two new fighters collided Khan with his hammer and High Chief Nikolai of the south with his broadsword. Above the Khan’s constituents watched from the upper floor. “So how has no Tyrell won this again?” asked the zhag family representative Cpt. Tarkhan zhag Drakken. “History books say that hammer has been a bane for all of his predecessors,” responded high chieftess Aysilu dryly. The captain stands by his peer as if he was still the day that his ship first left Jurran harbor, his uniform impeccable saves for his many medals and symbols of service. Beside him the chieftess watched the battle with deep concern marring her face, her dress is more traditional similar to the other ladies in the room. “Is that so” The captain stated as he watched the chief being pushed closer and closer to the hole in the center. “Yes you see- oh that looks like it really hurt- anyway if you remember Barjik’s father you’ll remember that he was a dwarfish man,” She explained, “ and while that was odd the men in your family did have a history of being smaller. That along with anemia running in the family made it so very few of them could actually use that rather unwieldy hammer.” “So then the Khan is-”, below the Khan toppled over from a shattering strike from to the ribs. “An oddity yes.” The Khan barely saves himself from being gutted by grabbing the blade of the sword as it came down and yanking. The Chief was sent off balance and he tripped over the Khan and out of the window of the arena. Assorted laughter and groans fill the platform above the arena as the chief sails out. Below the surrounding crowd of Meet goers that remained gave thunderous cheers at the outcome of the battle. “Wow another one went out the door I guess I owe you- what?” The captain began before joking before he saw the look of concern on his friends face. “Look at Barjik, he’s limping. That armor been so beaten that he losing his ability to maneuver; that last blow must’ve broken a rib, and he might lose use of his hand after this. He’s hurting” Barjik Khan felt about as bad as his cousin’s said. The last round was by far the worst. Nikolai was almost stronger than him and was much faster with the less cumbersome sword. The previous fights were starting to ware on him and he still had two more two go. It was getting harder to breathe, it felt like someone was filling his insides with sand, his armor felt like a furnace in the hot desert night. Most cripplingly was the fact that he could barely lift up the hammer without the armor digging into his shoulder blade. As he finished contemplating that thought a chief with scimitar came down and began to square off against him completely fresh. Barjik sneered the man before him had been known for his raiding and the debauchery that followed, and indeed he could smell a thick cloud of alcohol filling thee arena. The chief drew his scimitar and Khan readied his stance he best he could the Jorhek’tar was nearing its end. |
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| Robbafett34 | Aug 15 2013, 09:20 AM Post #23 |
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In the future people would ask him did you really think that cutting the straps was a good idea? Did you really think that you could finish the final two fights without a section of your armor? Were you really that confident in your self? To those people he said that hindsight is a- well its 20/20. Midway through the battle the Khan’s hammer was sent spiraling away from a parry and disappeared in shadow. Forced into a corner Barjik drew his only remaining weapon a small serrated dagger, with which he was able to adequately fend off the Chief. That was until the steel tip of boot met his ribs. The force of the blow was enough on the already battered section of armor to make it collapse in on his chest. The heavy blow combined with cold metal crushing his lungs was enough to topple the giant of a man. The Khan hit the ground with a crack as his shoulder and head impacted the ground The Chief stood over him and looked up to the Audience above him drinking in the attention like a gladiator in a ring. As the Khan tried to pull himself up he was forced down by another kick to the ribs. While the now toppled giant struggled breathe the Chief acted like a ham beckoning the audience. The Khan slowly crawled towards his dropped knife and grasped at his blade. In his position he did the only thing he could that could keep him functioning. He cut the straps on his armor. The battered and broken portion of his chest plate clattered to the floor. The chief’s attention was finally drawn away but too late. The Khan sank the knife deep in the chief’s leg, and then he tackled him to the ground. The pair scuffled on the ground but the Khan’s great size and strength won him the victory. The Chief surrendered and was dragged out of the arena by a pair of servants. While waiting for his next and last opponent he gathered up his weapons and took stock of his situation. It was bad. Barjik started to feel around his chest and nearly doubled over in pain. He definitely had broken ribs and with each passing moment it was getting harder to breathe. He would have to end this quickly. The Final chief came forward. Nikolai stands in his silver armor and brandishes his flail at the Khan. The swings were violent and thunderous, each echoing through the air almost as if the ghosts of battled past had come to fight by their side. The spikes of the flail tore apart the Khan’s armor and with each blow his movements became more sluggish. But along with that the Khan struck harder and harder. The Hammer shown in the now dying firelight now coated in blood from the battles of the night. I truth the final battle lasted only a few moments, but they were the most violent of the night. In a few swings the flail tore off entire sections of mail and with the next swing chunks of flesh. The few swings of the hammer crushed both Nikolai’s armor and body. The ringing of metal on armor suddenly stopped the two behemoth men stood across from each other both breathing heavily from the strain. What’s left of the Khan is little more than a bloodied mess in armor, and Nikolai in his armor was barely able to stand. The pair stood each trying to catch their breath. The two warriors were both slowly standing to barely able to stand with their crippling injuries. The two squared off each barely able to raise their weapon. But then it ended, Nikolai collapsed blood spilling from his mouth as he did so. Khan Barjik of clan Tyrell had won the battle and preserved his title. Servants dragged off the body and the Khan’s peers rushed down to congratulate the Khan but he to is on the edge of collapsing. But he did leave Bann Manar with one order before he was taken to a hospital. “Tell Nicholas that he has his army, for all the good it'll so" |
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