[Location] Ire Training Field

[Gauls]

In the upper city, there is a non-descript field along the east wall squeezed between the goblin village enclosure wall and the city’s sub-wall that separates the upper and lower city. The location of this field makes it completely surrounded except on one side. This creates a perfect place to hold events such as orkish games, training exercises, festivities, etc. with relative safety for all including those that are living nearby. Without its purpose, this field would probably never even be noticed by anyone living in the city with its poor rock-filled soil. This field has so much traffic that it rivals the Trade District in numbers of people that can be found on it at any given time of day.

Even though the Pardahun guard the outskirts of the field, they never actually step foot onto the field or the sidelines where all the crowds gather. Most of the spectators that come to the field are here to watch whatever is going on out on the field however, the absence of the Pardahun has made this place the center of the black market. Down the crowded sidelines, there are small groups huddled together speaking and acting suspiciously as if they are trying to block prying eyes from seeing what is taking place within the group. These are not plain sight occurrences and one would easily miss one of these meetings if one was not specifically looking for one. Also, if someone was really paying attention to his/her surroundings, they would continually hear the same name being spoken; “Arataus”. It is very easy to miss this name as being anything important as the spectators are always commenting about the skills of persons out on the field.

Finding the training field is not difficult; one just needs to follow the masses all generally heading in the same direction. Just trying to approach the training field is a feat in itself. Large crowds gather at the west side of the field as it is the only side without a wall. Many in this mass of people are rooting for someone out on the field, while others are trying to push their way toward a wood table at the northwest edge of the field to sign up for training or events.

If you are looking to sign up for any training, you must first push your way through the throngs of bodies to find this mythical table that some never seem to find. Once there, an orc at the table will sign you up for the training you want. Horde members that have their gear from the armory and ready to start their military related training classes have priority over any in the crowd and are sent to the far southern corner of the field where they have their own reserved practice space. Those that are not Horde and want to practice a skill must wait their turn and a space upon the crowded field. If they are signed up at the check-in table for a training class, they would wait off to the side for a trainer to become available. The trainers pick up a student and take them out onto the field where they have their own reserved training space, usually not a very big space but enough to carry out the class being taught. Events are coordinated at the check-in table as well. Many residents like to take part in events as they might get noticed by someone and be offered a job or position.

The check-in table is just that, a wood table set at the northwest corner of the training field. A lone orc is responsible for keeping tabs with all that goes on (and that is one reason why the black market thrives here). After you make your way to the table, you find the single orc sitting in a chair behind it. He looks up from what he was doing and grunts, motioning for you to take a step back from the table.


“No like filth standin’ so close. What ju wanna do here?”

Secrets : OOC to assist your roleplaying: NPC to use at this location: Name: Arataus (Outlaw) Race/gender: Orc, male Appearance: Brutish but stylish at the same time. Enjoys life in Ire living off the wealth he has procured. Average in appearance (except for the stylish garb he wears), which makes him easily recognizable. His followers are the average scum of Ire. Demeanor: Boss of the city underworld. He only emerges (from time to time) to do business in the crowded training field. His followers are spread to all corners of the city. Very generous to those that serve him well. Runs the city’s Black Market (from the training field). Will do anything to undermine those that threaten his operations. One of the few orcs that pay goblins to carry out his bidding.

[Strust]

The tall stocky orc pushed his way through the masses, throwing several smaller orcs to the ground as he forced he way through. If had not been for the determination to get to the fabled table, Strust may well have turned back, but the image of the red blood river flowing from the gates of Orkon maintained his focus.

Finding the table after several minutes of pushing and barging, he found himself at the wooden table. He placed his hands down upon the table and leaned across. “No like filth standin’ so close. What ju wanna do here?”

Hearing these words the young orc took a step back and spoke, Me iz ere ta kil de humies, de boyz on da gate telz me ta cum ova ere. Standing casually Strust awaited a reponse from the well dressed orc sat before him.

[Gauls]

The orc at the checkin table shrugged at Strust,

"There no shara here. Ju blind? All here are urak, dark elf, goblin, an' maybe sum katta an' others but no shara."

The orc turned his head to the left and hocked a ball of mucus from his throat and launched it to the ground by his chair.

"Dat wud I tink of shara. Now, ju wan' training here or no?"

[Ralzari Malian]

Brightening 9 Cycle 1 in the Month of Imperos, in the Season of Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum

Pushing and shoving his way through the massive amount or orcs trying to get to the sign up table was no easy task, but Ral maganed to make in through. He may have had to plow through a few dozen orcs and knock over some goblins, but he did make it there in one piece and surprisingly enough with all his gear. The training field was a loud and busy place, one could'nt even hear himself think over all the screaming orcs and the sound of clashing steel. Luckily enough, Ral was able to make out, "No like filth standin so close. What ju wanna do here?" The words spoken from the orc standing behind the table. Ral responded, "Me ere for lughorn ushtar trainin," and with that Ral awaited the orcs response.

[Gauls]

Ral

The orc at the table cracked a smile as Ral approached.

"Finally, someone dat knows whud he wants an' is prepared."

The orc glanced at Ral to see that he did indeed have the gear given to those in the Horde then looked down at the parchment in front of him.

:Touching his lead to his tongue then prepared to write:
"State ju name din head over to da far south corner of da field. Der lat see da other lughorn in trainin'. Instructor pick lat up der."

[Ralzari Malian]

Surprisingly enough, the orc speaking with Ral cracked a smile and was actually nice. This was odd, especially since all of the choas of the orc had to deal with. There was plenty of work to be done and only one orc to do it all, "Me really not wan jur job, to busy for Ral." Ral listened to the mans instructions then stated "Me Ralzari Malian", grunted as a thank you, and started making his way to the south corner of the field were all the other lughorns were receiving their training. He only hoped he had'nt missed much.

After literally fighting his way through the crowds and fighting to keep hold of his weapons he'd made it to the southern corner of the training field. Ral could see the other lughorns standing in a line listening to the instructor, so he walked up to the instructor and then stated, "Ralzari Malian ere fer lughorn trainin."

[Strust]

A look of confusion came across Strust's face, until he realised his mistake. Me iz not so gud wit da talkin. Da boyz on da gate senz me ere for me trainin to kil de shara.

Believing he had at last made himslef clear, Strust again awaited a reply.

[Gauls]

Strust

The orc at the table was getting agitated listening to this same orc pestering him about a training class.

"Ok, ok."

: Touching his lead to his tongue and preparing to write :

"Wud class ju wanna take? Ju got any weapon?"

There was a looooonng line behind Strust and the orc was eager to get to the next one in line if Strust would hurry with his request so he could get out of this orc's face.

[Strust]

Me is wanin take de axe class. Me no ave axe, but me dus ave coin ta buyz one.

Awaiting instrustions Strust stood patiently.

[Gauls]

Strust

The orc looked back up at Strust and rolled his eyes. "Well how ju tink ju gonna take da axe class when ju don' hab axe ta train wit? Ju tink ME gonna gib ju axe?"

After the orc said that, there were a couple orcs behind Strust that laughed.

"Ju gotta go to da trade district an' buy da axe first or ju can join da Horde. Dey gib axes fer free. After ju hab da axe, ju come back ta see me. Hook ju up wit da class din. Can't believe me gotta spell it out fer all da idiots in dis city."

The orc just shook his head at the ignorance that he has to put up with from these orcs sometimes then waived Strust away and motioned for the next orc in line to approach.

[Ralzari Malian]

Brightening 2, Cycle 2, Imperous, Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum

Having not ever had any actual hand to hand combat, Ral figures this would be the best place to get some training in that field and surely it was'nt that expensive. The only problem would be fighting his way through the massive amount of orcs that engulfed the training field. After about five minutes of yelling shoving and knocking his way through the crowd of orcs he had made it to the table where everyone had to sign up to take their classes. Ral looked at the orc standing behind the table and said,"Me wan learn da han ta han combat, how much dat cos?"

[Gauls]

Ralzari

The orc scratched his head for a moment then looked up at Ral. "Well, der 3 kind of Zinn'ka we can train ju in..."

: Uses his fingers to count them off :

"Der Rhingorda which is basic punchin' an' kickin'... din der Shaasskah which is alot like same but make many weird jumps an' movin'. It look like elf dancin' ta me. Maybe ju not like dat one. Last we hab Zan Zu which is good ol' orc sweat on orc sweat grapplin' each oder to da ground kind of fightin'. Dat da fun one."

The orc snapped out of it and then held out a hand. "All Zinn' ka classes 100 shara coin or sometin' else same value. What will it be an' don' waist my time wit your barginin'."

[Ralzari Malian]

After the orc told Ral of the three different classes of Zinn' Ka that they offered and the prices of the classes Ral thought for a moment. The Shaasskah was'nt the class for him, Ral was'nt into the weird jumps and "elf dancin as the man put it. So it was between Rhingorda and Zan Zu. It did'nt take long for Ral to make his decision,"Sign Ral up for Zan Zu, dat sound like da best." Ral reached into his pocket, got out his crownbag and counted out 100 crowns and handed them to the orc. After the man took the money Ral stood their and waited for further instructions on were his class would be located.

[Gauls]

Ralzari

: Pointing to the right side of the table :

"Jus stan' der a minute. Trainer come ta ju! Next!" the orc shouted for the next person in line.

A few minutes actually had passed when a stout orc appeared beside Ral. "Ju wan Zan Zu class? If ju pay already din follow me..."

Secrets : NPC Orc Trainer - Kragh Appearance: Stout orc with tan skin. About 5 ft tall 180 lbs. His ears look swollen but he actually suffers from "wrestlers ear" a condition that occurs when wrestling for many years. Kragh only wears a loin cloth. Ral, you may RP your own class. You don't have to wait on me.

Kragh takes Ral to a spot at the north end of the field near the side line but they have enough space to conduct the class. The ground is strewn with small rocks.