Duel:Orro v Vornir
Vornir vs. Orro
Beach
Assorted colors of compacted granules spread, tearing into the sparkling blue that reflects the bleakly clouded horizon. Natural light pours into the ocean, mirroring a dazzling sunset, you feel it's almost binding you to the purity and serenity. Open expanses of coast continue on northward, while the water recedes a bit farther south, allowing passage towards a rockier outcroppings. A note is here.
Harold the Swim Instructor is here.
Judges: Parsithius, Noir (mid), Eyren
Stakes: Orro's slavery against Vornir's alliance with the Empire
Winner: Vornir Unanimous
Orro is a drow and seems to be a thief. Orro is wearing Black armoured vest on her body, mithril helm on her head, Black Visor on her face, warrior clip on her left ear, warrior clip on her right ear, bloody pendant on her neck, piwafwi on her shoulders, drow-chain sleeve on her left arm, dark armband on her right arm, guardians-war gauntlets on her hands, Black wristband on her left wrist, Black wristband on her right wrist, Blue-Iron-Chain Skirt on her legs, and Black armoured boots on her feet. On one of her left fingers, you see black-pearl ring. On one of her right fingers, you see black-pearl ring. Orro is unarmed. Orro is using Heavily armoured sleeve as a shield. Orro has red eyes, dark skin, and white hair, and is single.
Vornir is a giant and a paladin. He is wearing Everfrost-Tribal-Full Plate on his body, Everfrost-Tribal-Enchanted Circlet on his head, Black-Ice-Stud on his left ear, Black-Ice-Stud on his right ear, Everfrost-Wyvern-Fang Amulet on his neck, Black-Ice-Shoulder Guards on his shoulders, Everfrost-Tribal-Plated Sleeve on his left arm, Everfrost-Tribal-Plated Sleeve on his right arm, Blue-Iron-Plated Gloves on his hands, Everfrost-Wyvern-Fang Bracer on his left wrist, Everfrost-Wyvern-Fang Bracer on his right wrist, Everfrost-Tribal-Leg Plating on his legs, and Blue-Iron-Plated Boots on his feet. On one of his left fingers, you see Black-Ice-Carved Ring. On one of his right fingers, you see Ring of-the Empire. He is using Axe of-Northern-Winds as a weapon. He is using Everfrost-Bladed-Tower Shield as a shield. He has blue eyes, pale skin, and blonde hair, and is single.
Vornir Brimirsson appears from the south, easily visible from afar. Each step causes the sandy landscape to start, the fine grains leaping into the air at every stomp of the giant's foot. He is clad in full battle attire; blue iron, black ice, and enchanted, white Everfrost. His shield, a towering rectangle of the pale, spell-hardened rime, is lined with ridges ground down to razor sharpness. This he carries easily in his left hand, seeming to not even notice the massive object's considerable weight. Tucked between the Champion's arm and the shield are three javelins which, while short for the giant's height, yet measure six feet in length, tipped with the same blue iron that Vornir wears on his hands and feet. Clutched in that gauntlet on the right is Brimirsson's legendary axe; a seven-foot-long haft of oak ending in a bearded, blue iron head, the metal covered in a thin layer of pale frost, despite the warm sea air, the aptly-named Axe of Northern Winds. Upon catching sight of Orro, the Paladin of Aramoth halts, calling out his enemy's crimes like a judge at a trial, as is his custom. "Drow. You are found guilty of making threats against the Empire of Archmosia, and against my personal standard-bearer, Gunnar Stormbeard. Pay for your crimes." As his words fade away into the air, the giant starts forward. With a whistle of air, the axe is also set in motion, Vornir's long arm swiping it experimentally through the air as he lumbers through the sand, easily eating up the distance between himself and his small enemy. Just before he reaches the drow, his axe clashes against his shield, letting loose a deafening ring. In the midst of this din, the Jarl's Champion swiftly lets loose with his weapon once more, again causing the air to keen as his axe scythes down toward Orro in a powerful, back-handed blow, aimed to slice the little woman in two from right shoulder to left hip. This is accompanied by a torrent of sand, enough to bury a tall human, kicked up by the titanic boots in Orro's direction as Brimirsson continues moving with the momentum of his axe-blow, spinning about to present the broad expanse of his shield to his opponent...or what's left of her.
Orro stands with arms crossed beneath a dark cloak of spider silk. She faces the waves with eyes closed, like that matter, her eyes are useless. No, instead of sight, she sees the ocean as a ever shifting picture of dazzling reds, and deafening oranges, mixed with a churning of soft blues and purples. She loses herself in the crashing of the waves, as the entire landscape of the beach in this section is displayed with each chaotic clash of sound. Vibration play a huge role in her form of seeing as well, unfortunatly enough for the drowess, she pick a place where vibration are muffled by sand. Either way, the giant towering heated blob does not go unnoticed, as his armor makes enough noise to over power the sea. She turns her body to face the behemoth, parting her cloak with plated hands as her slender frame come into view. Breast in cover in dark vest, a layer of adamantite over spider silk, reapeated twice from added protection and mobility; this cover a silk shirt. A long chain link skirt reaches to the ankle of her boots, made in the same fashion as her vest. The skirt hangs loosly over silk transparent sockings, made just for comfort. A sleveless right arms reaches to the hilt of her saber, wrapping around it with a light grip as the giant's words enter her lobes. She makes no moment at first, hearing the 'swoosh' of the axe as it cuts through the air, turning as snad pelt her face, then wincing as the ear spitting crash of of axe and shield. She stumble back in the sand, noting the motion of the heated blob as a a single limb fails out toward her. As she stumbles, she throws herself to the ground, rolling backward as the axe sweeps over head. She comes to her feet only to be rained upon by sand. A good attempt for Vornir, but useless. She throws her arms out before her, as she leaps backward, bringing her knees up as the shield slams into her nimble body. Thankfully she braced for this and is thrown farther back upon the beach. She hits the ground tumbling, popping up upon her feet. She reaches into her cloak, withdrawing a vial of clear liquid, throwing to giant in hope it shatters and spalters a great deal over him. For she follows this up with a hurling of small dagger, hoping to spark a fire upon the frost giant.
Vornir waits, eyes narrowed, as the tiny form of the drow tumbles about the beach. With every passing moment he crouches further behind the tower shield, as if expecting some crafty attack. Thus, when the vial is thrown, he is placed to easily raise the shield, the huge piece of armor absorbing the liquid's splash, the unknown substance running in small rivulates down the bladed face of the shield. The dagger strikes shortly afterward, emitting the tiniest of sparks as it hits the thick plate of hardened frost. At once, the liquid ignites, taking a tentative hold on the Everfrost. The Champion's pale blue eyes reflect the flicker flame, and he lets loose a loud whoop of battle-fury, his head thrown back, his howl rising to the darkening sky. As his howl fades away, he is already moving, trained reflexes launching him once more into action. His left arm lifts, tilting the flaming shield at an angle. Once more he closes the gap, punching down with the shield as he passes alongside the drow, aiming to crush her beneath its bladed rim, drips of flaming liquid falling to the sand, perhaps even coating the drow herself. Even as he does this, Frostmaw's warrior begins to spin in a tight circle, using his long reach to his advantage as he again hacks downward with his axe, this new threat sailing down from a slightly different direction, the movement again kicking up mounds of sand, digging large trenches in the loose ground, half the drow's height. Awkwardly, a little off-balance from the maneuver, Brimirsson pulls back again, once more placing the bladed shield between himself and Orro.
Orro watches without a hint of emotion as her motion worked, seeing newly spawning source of heat. But what good did that do she thought to herself, The giant appears to be unharmed and ready for a second attack. Quickly her hands disappear beneath her cloak, returning to the field of view with a barded leather whip. Her other hand appears, holding a second vial of the clear oil which is poured over the weapon. With haste, she begins to back up, noting the adavance of the giant, and throwing the empty vial to the sand as she back into the shallow waves. She jumps backward, narrowly advoid the crushing force of the shield as salty water splashes up into her face. No matter, for she reaches froth, rubbing the soaked whip across the flaming shield, wincing in pain as it egnites and burns flesh from her hand. The drowess then waits, watching for the giants attack, and when it's launched she roll foward upon her back. She gasps as the axe head strikes the ground only feet from her skull. With no time to be frayed, the drowess cracks her enflamed whip in the direction of the giant's wrist and holds on tight. When he withdraws the weapon, he would pull the drowess with it, pulling her from harms way of his farther attacks, with his circle adding to the chance of him wrapping the flaming whip around his hand and wrist, hopefully to disarm the man as she would then be flung into into the deeper waves.
Vornir's training again comes to his aid for, as his attacks are both evaded with such ease, his balance completely thrown off, his boots afire from the new flaming oil and his wrist imprisoned, he yet manages to hold on to the axe as he straightens, the drow dangling from the burning whip on his arm. With another battle roar, Vornir reels up, turning to run to the shoreline. Upon reaching the waves, he continues on, plunging stolidly into the sea. His long stride carries him almost immediately to a point where the ocean floor rests a full fourteen feet below the surface. Here, he halts, still holding his head above the water as he gropes around for his enemy, hoping to catch hold of her in his left hand, which is still strapped to the extinguished, ruined shield, all the while chopping at the waves with his axe in an attempt to hit her, each chop freezing layers of water as the enchantment on the axe takes its toll, on flesh and water alike.
Orro finds herself in bit of a jam, she can swim, but to where. Normally she's never vender this far out into deep waters, and with currents turning in every angle, finding her way to shore will be somewhat, impossible. So this is how it would end for the drowess, drowning, the irony of it all. But suddenly, and thankfully, Vornir is relentless, and as his heated form breaks the surface of the water, Orro now knows what direction to move. The drowess though, remains motionless running short on breath as she listens to the mufflied thuds of the axe smashing the surface of the water. The massive shape of the giant's hand isn't any comforting. But she thinks, and swims toward the hand, reaching in search of his wrist, hoping to climb up his arm unntoiced. Instead she bumps into the damned shield of his. No matter, she searches for somthing to grab hold of, finding that upon the blade of the object. Blood stains the water as her plams rip open, as the drowess herself begins a slow climb from the water, peaking her head from the water with a loud gasp for air. Weaponless, the drowess seem to have nothing leave, but refuses to quit. She slips back into the water, knowing the giant heard her gasp. As she swims, she begins to open her vials of oil, leaving them in the water around Vornir, leaving one vial for herself. She comes to the shallows, knowing by now the waves had worked the oil around the giant by now. She removes a small knife from her boot, pouring the oil over it and grabbing a small obsidian stone from her cloak. Furiously she rubs the two together hoping to spark a fire to engulf the dagger. Success, the blade egnites, and is then tossed into the oil slick waves, hoping to leave the giant in a pool of flame.
Vornir, though tiring from the pull of the waves and disheartened by the repeated escape of his foe, yet manages to move after her, not seeing the vials in the dark night air. The fire catches him unaware as he his half out of the sea, igniting on his Everfrost leg-plating and agains on his shield. With a resigned grunt, the giant abandons the shield along with his three javelins, themselves ruined by the flames. He throws himself headlong onto the beach, rolling as swiftly as he can. The wet sand douses the flames, leaving a burned, yet alive giant, who struggles to his feet, limping, but ready.
Noir said, "ooc- The victor is Vornir unanimously. Congratulations, Vornir and thank you to Orro and all the other judges. It was a good duel."
Vornir strides over to his defeated foe, reaching out to haul the new slave to her feet. Wordlessly, the giant frog-marches Orro over toward Tiphareth, eying the aged drow up and down. "I'm told you are the leader of the drow." As he speaks, he shoves Orro forward, saying, "That thing is yours, a gift. Use her as a slave, kill her, I care not. Keep your dogs on a leash." With that, the Champion turns on his heel, collecting his ruined gear and vanishing into the night, his footsteps echoing long after the darkness swallows him.
Vornir = 6-0