[Destroyed] Hunting Legion camp

"My name is Naith, and these men and women behind me are the Grim Riders." The man shrugged, "not that it means anything to you. I doubt you have heard of our exploits." Naith let his introduction sink in as he adjusted himself in his saddle, then cleared his throat and continued. "We're... mercenaries. Bandits. Hired killers. Thieves. Whatever." Naith observed all of the goblins, gnolls, kobolds, and others around him. "You could say we're in the same business. But we're new to these parts and could use some... guidance, if you will. Not to mention some allies. You have a strong pack here, and I think we would work well together. I, Naith the Black, and the Grim Riders, will serve the Hunting Legion until such a time as I see fit for us to leave." The speaker would allow a few moments to pass before finishing with "so... will you have us?"

"I've lived among the tall ones of Land Tiller's, personally I don't care what kind of creature joins as long as they're competent." Oobie sizes up Naith, trying to identify places he could be attacked for critical effect. He was still young but he was developing the killer instinct.

She would nod in agreement to Oobie Doobie. While she wasn’t going to reject a warrior over race, but that wasn’t how the legion felt. He’d have to prove his worth.
“You may go set up camp, somewhere nearby, if you wish. But sooner or later, you will fight my second. I want to see what you’re capable of, and also to give my skilled but inexperienced leader some training. No or little magic. Would the two of you okay doing it now, or shall I set up a proper time for a duel?”
She began signalling for the spectators to back up a bit, should they battle now.

Naith shrugged. "Magic. No magic. Doesn't make a difference to me." He smiled and patted the sword on his side. "Greaver 'ere gives me a bit of luck against the arcane." He would finally turn to Oobie Doobie and say "I will challenge your second, and I will prove my worth - or perhaps he shall prevail. In either case, I'd be happy to oblige." Naith looked around at the foul encampment. "Perhaps it would be best we fight outside, on the grass - unless you envy a chance to rol in the shit like swine."

Oobie walks out to the field for the duel. He brought with him a scimitar that he'd use in the fight along with his claw; for the start he held the scimitar as his main hand weapon with his Golden claw being the off-hand. Before the duel begins the Kobold does some test swings with the sword to get a feeling for the weight.

He looks over at Naith, "Hopefully we both gain out of this. I'd prefer you forget about my age for this fight and treat me as an adult, I will learn better with a challenge."

Oobie got into his ready stance and waited for the fight to commence. He would opt to fight reactionary for the start and make use of his size to keep agile, parrying and side-stepping until he can get a read on his opponent's style.

"I'm ready."

Oobie's claw begins to glow red-hot while he steps forward to swing his sword in the horizontal slash. He didn't reach forward with his claw but kept it ready for a response to Naith's move. As the fight went on, Oobie would keep his power running. Soon steam would start forming around his hand as any water molecules in the air would start to go through a chemical reaction from the concentrated heat in his claw.

Oobie takes another step forward while bringing his scimitar back after completing the initial slashing motion. When the Scimitar is brought back near his chest he crosses his glowing claw over its surface and strikes along its edge. The sword sparks brightly and a small shard of hot metal was sent toward the kobold's opponent as a ranged attack. The sword now also glows orange along the blade's edge now after being shaved a little by Abney Park.

Oobie sees the attack and leans back to avoid getting slashed in the face but may have taken the hit elsewhere. He leans all the way back to the ground catching himself with his right hand and pushing off the ground to bring himself back up. Now back up, he swings scimitar to clash with Naith's sword creating more sparks as they collide; these sparks were more of a distraction though and not particularly harmful. While Naith's sword is occupied defending against Oobie's scimitar, Oobie reaches his forward to Naith's head.

It should be noted that the golden claw was no longer glowing. Oobie's height makes the reach difficult but he is aware of this and would be jumping to improve his reach. He needed to watch for Naith's free hand which could stop him from striking his opponent, however is is actually not Oobie's intention to stab or cut the man as his claw is purposely turns so that the flat side would go NEXT TO Naith's head stopping short of his temple.

If Oobie managed to get this close Naith would not feel any heat coming from the claw, and Oobie would do a slight flick of his wrist to tap the man on the side of his head. It would only be then that Abney Park would reactivate, to raise the temperature just a few degrees enough to atleast make Naith start getting dizzy, if he kept contact long enough the heat would increase to the point where the blood would visibly boiling. He only needed to keep contact from a fraction of a second to achieve the dizzying effect, if he kept contact for more than a second the heat would rise enough to were Naith could be knocked unconscious.

Legion Master Zhax


... she wasn't sure how she got here. Wherever "here" was, exactly. All she knew was the place was drab and dense, with trees crawling with moss from the moist and marshy environment, and that she was tired. She rubbed at her darkened eyes with her free hand, the other still holding the miserable pack over her shoulder. This was what she was reduced to - lost. Exhausted. Hungry. No home, no family. Tawakoshi had virtually shoved the woman from her bosom and off the shores, to spirits-know where. She grew tired of pushing back the stray hairs that had fallen from the loose tail drawn at the back of her head, and of tugging at the obi belt and uwagi top in discomfort. The environment was draining.

But she had to stop at some point - she could smell something else on the air besides the wet land. And something was in the distance, like a settlement. Perhaps a camp? She could see tent tops out of the mass of figure on the horizon.

The idea of meeting more strangers in strange lands was unsettling. She could only stand still for the moment to consider her options.