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Timestamp: 6th Brightening of Ioannes, in the Summer of Era XVII PF

Grik watched the hustle and bustle of the Red Market in the Toichos Kikkimos from the welcoming shade that was offered by an awning that jutted out over the entrance of a small shop, which sat on one of the corners of the marketplace. This brightening was a particularly hot one and Grik was struggling with the humidity in the air. Sweat slicked his dark green skin, it trickled through his hair, down his face and into his crimson eyes. Sitting atop a large crate with a large flask of water in one gigantic hand and a bright, shiny red apple in the other, the Orc was content to sit back in the shade and enjoy a small snack, for the moment. The apple vanished into his gaping maw with one bite. He licked up the apple juice that had sprayed onto his lips with a long slobbery black tongue, savoring the sweet taste. Taking a swig from his flask, Griknak greedily gulped down the cool water, ignoring the streams of liquid that dripped down his chin and onto his stained and filthy shirt. The shirt had been a brilliant snow white before Grik had gotten his hands on it. Now one had to thoroughly examine the fabric, looking through the countless layers of dirt that marred the shirt to see it's original color. Leaning back against the wall behind him Grik closed his eyes and drew in a breath, taking in the smells of the city, wishing he had a Gnome in front of him to pulverize. It seemed that this brightening was going to be another uneventful one for Griknak.
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Secyclion was hot, hot hot! They didn't call it a TROPICAL paradise for nothing, and while frigid elven tourists from New Coldmoon, say, might not feel quite at home in an atmosphere steamier than Haya's breath, the place suited a hot-blooded, hot-headed half-orc just fine! When the heatwave came in, the clothes came off... and just about everywhere a Hazudar looked, there'd be throngs of exotic local ladies clad in skimpy two pieces, their delectably tanned skin slick with oils or lotions or glistening wet from a recent dip in the ocean... yowzas!

Panting like a dorin in heat, Hazudar let his 12-inch tongue loll out, longing to lick the moisture off each nubile native nymph he saw... but there'd be time to savor a Secyclonian delicacy or two later on. Wasn't just window shopping/browsing for babes Haz was interested in this brightening... nah, he'd come to do some REAL, ACTUAL shopping -- orkish style. I.e. an activity generally indistinguishable from looting. Meaning smash 'n' grab.

But wait--! Was that a potential accomplice Haz spied out of the corner of his beady, evil eye? Grinning his toothy grin, Haz sauntered on over to his brotha from anotha rape victim... not so strangely, something about the ragged, unkempt greenie reminded Hazudar of himself. Perhaps it was the table manners... which were savage enough to suggest a lack of familiarity with either tables OR manners. Or maybe it was that bitchin' set of thugged out dreads! Whatever the case, Hazudar found himself liking this kid's style!

For his part, Haz was clad in nothing more than ripped pants and an old faded bandana, letting the summer winds (as well as spare glances from his countless Secyclionian fangirls) caress his marvellously masculine form and wild spiney mane. As he sauntered over to stand before the greenskinned sprat, a big, boisterous, heartily stupid laugh thundered from out his grinning lips: "ZEHAHAHAHA! Oi! Pick yerself up off dat perch, young uruk! An' wipe dat applejuice offa yer lips! This ain't no time ter be lyin' in da shade! Didn't anyone ever tell yas da world is yer oyster, kid?!"

Being somewhat older, though probably not much wiser than the other orc, Hazudar beamed and thrust his chest out in a fit of manly pride, glad that the younger generation was shaping up to be just as crude, ugly and hulking as his own. And combined with the wits, guile, and all around mentorship of one Hazudar T. Half-orc: Elite Villain Trainer, who knew just how far this muscle-bound rookie might go? "Yep, today's da brightenin' ya go out an' make a name fer yerself... eh, just wot is yer name, anyway?"
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Grik's peaceful daydream of gnome smashing was tragically ended with the appearance of Hazudar. Opening his eyes, Grik regarded the shirtless Half-Orc with a sleepy stare, enjoying a cool gust of wind that had picked up. He considered Hazudar's question for a moment before getting to his feet, draining the water flask of its remaining contents and pocketing the empty flask. "Jus' 'oo ya' callin' kid?! I ain't no kid!!" Griknak replied in a deep booming voice, looking down at Hazudar with his cruel sanguine eyes from his full height, his set of dreadlocks trailing behind him. Although he was trying to act tough, Haz's next question caught him off guard, and Griknak found himself replying before he knew it. "Tha' name be Grik." he said, matching the Half-Orc's proud display of manliness with one of his own, puffing out his gargantuan chest and flexing his trunk-like biceps. "Griknak Skullstompa'! Ye' best rememba' it!" Grik exclaimed with a wide vicious grin. Stepping out of his pose, Grik brought his arms back to his sides. "An' yer name?" he asked, glad to have run into one of his kind here in Secyclion. Who knew what misadventures could result from this chance meeting? Grik had been itching to smash something for a while now, and it seemed that smashing was likely to take place in the near future. Smashing things usually resulted in the obtainment of shinies, and Grik loved shinies. Perhaps this Orc would be interested in pairing up and taking Secylion for all of it's shinies? Grandiose thoughts of pillaging the island paradise danced through his head, imagining all of the shinies on Secyclion in one giant pile, his pile.
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Grot hated being in the city if for no other reason than it forced him to be around a verminous tide of useless lesser creatures. Grot preferred to spend the majority of his time out in the wilderness away from the hordes of manlings infesting the city. If it weren't for the fact that there was no other way to find that amusing half orc Hazudar, he wouldn't have even bothered showing up. Frankly, Grot was bored of late and figured the silly little half-orc would be good for a new laugh. Haz never seemed to be short on fun ideas and seemed to have quite a predisposition toward violence which in Grot's mind was always a plus. Still, how was he to find one solitary green skinned orc in this sea of worthless tan skinned fools. Surely an orc would stand out but from the alabaster titan's point of view it would be like finding fething Waldo.

Sensing the reason Grot had made a rare trip into a city such as this Stumpy sighed in mute horror of the thought of running into that damnable green skinned bastard again. "You're not looking for the orc again are you? Nothing good ever happens when you run into that foul mouthed little green turd" the treant turned club hissed bitterly, remembering the orc as the reason for his current predicament.

"I'm bored, the orcs not boring, so shut yer trap luggage" the giant hissed back at his unhappy traveling companion/club. "OY! I think that's him over there!" he said mere moments later as the 16 foot tall giant began moving swiftly down the street towards a green figure in the crowd. His mighty seventeen hundred plus pound frame rattling wares in stalls and causing crowds to part with fear as he stomped thunderously down the narrow streets. As if the sight of such a massive, violet eyed, alabaster skinned giant wasn't frightening enough with a massive twelve foot long, two and a half foot thick club strapped to his back than the massive anchor that hung to his waist, suspended there by a long chain that wrapped around his waist and over his shoulders like some massive belt and suspenders would surely seal the deal. Surely, there was little that stalked the lands of telath that appeared more deadly or more dangerous than Grot.

As he approached the green spec in the crowd, the giant began to call out to the puny green being. "OY! HAZ!" the giant bellowed loud enough to drown out the incessant noise of wares being hawked and conversations in the outdoor market. Drawing close enough to see Griknak's face however the giant was more than a little annoyed.....obviously this was not Haz and as such he looked at the little Green orc as if he'd spotted a particularly nasty clump of feces on the bottom of his shoe. Luckily for Griknak, before Grot could express his displeasure with his club, he spotted the orc he'd come for. "There you are Haz....who's the runt? Never mind...I don't care, I bored, gimme a fun idea"
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"Hazudar T. Badass... burn dat inna yer memory," Hazudar grinningly informed his potential partner in crime as he laced his claws behind his skull and thrust his chest out to an even manlier extreme, matching the other orc ego for ego, pec for pec. Really, the more he heard out of this Griknak Skullstomper's gibberish spouting, food smeared mouth, the more he liked! The greenie-come-lately was a man of few words, and likely even less thoughts, which was all gravy as far as Haz was concerned. Being a half-orc himself meant that Haz was at least a half-wit, which was more than could be said of most of his cranially-challenged kinfolk. Yup, he could do the thinkin for both of em, hurr hurr hurr!

"So, Grikmeister, we're orcs... dere's valuables around... here's wot I'm finkin'..." the half-breed began, leaning in conspiratorially, sneering and quirking his unibrow, a combination of gestures which, in tandem, fairly oozed criminal intent.

"Lookit the flexing orcs! Man are those guys CUT!" some native idiot in a toga interrupted, as a meager crowd began to gather around. To the simple, unrefined, largely inbred islandfolk of Secyclion, the Red Market was more than just a shopping epicenter, and two orcs were more than just a robbery or brawl or robbery-brawl waitin' to happen. They were a spectacle, and... oh my Markalin, was that a GIANT? Slack jaws and stupid stares cropped up everywhere as housewives, servants and even a few jealous street performers dropped any pretense of buying crap and simply goggled at the odd trio.

"Hmph, change of plans, Grik. Me and the GIANT here are about to whip us up a 22-foot, 150-stone diversion. We smash, you grab anything looks valuable. Anyone says anything... you put a fist in their face before dey can raise a ruckus. Well, MORE of a ruckus," Switching to orcish, a language well suited for petty crime, Hazudar hastily spewed this latest deluge of corrupting influence into Griknak's ear... which was in ITSELF muscular... no doubt the solidly built full-blood would be able to haul out a veritable horde of goodies, if everything went to plan!

And now, on to larger issues. "FUN IDEA?! HOWZABOUT A STREET BRAWL, BIG GUY?! EVER CAUSE A MILLION CROWNS IN PROPERTY DAMAGE IN UNDER A MINUTE?!" Cupping his claws around his bullhorn of a mouth, Haz strained to send his voice up into that higher plane which Grot's head was forever doomed to inhabit. Having thrown down the proverbial gauntlet... all 500 lbs of it, had to be a special giant-sized gauntlet just for the occasion... the half-orc fell into a pugilist's stance, leaning far back on one heel and making little circles in the air with his fists, a bit of tongue poking out past his suicidal grin.

Feth fun, this was gonna make headlines.
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Grot wasn't sure what kind of fool idea the half orc was going to come up with for entertainment, but he certainly didn't expect what he ended up with. Looking around at the crowd of gawkers and sight seers that seemed to be surrounding the trip, Grot suddenly found himself to be VERY much more annoyed than he had been. Surely this lot of lackadaisical, slack jawed vermin didn't think that a being of Grot's stature was merely entertainment to them. No, no, no....this would not do at all. Having known the shifty little green bastard named Hazudar T. Badass long enough to know the orc was likely only suggesting the fight as a cover to some sort of worthless petty theft the giant wasn't much inclined to help. However the proposal of seeing how much damage the giant could do to the surrounding market place... that held far more appeal, so even as the diminutive half orc by comparison took up a fighting pose the alabaster titan of barely controlled violence was already cracking his knuckles and preparing to throw one massive anvil sized fist straight at the poor bugger.

"WHAT???? What's wrong with you, you stupid filthy orc? You want to have a fist fight with this worthless brain-addled brute?" Stumpy bellowed from the giants back his gnarled and twisted old face showing all the surprise it could muster. "RUN!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES PEOPLE!!! CALL THE GUARDS A GIANT IS ON THE LOOSE" he started screaming to the surrounding citizens in hopes they would flee in time.

"Sounds like fun Haz....Try not to die" Grot said for his part with a grin as his massive fist shot forward towards, but just slightly off to the side of the orc. The punches intent as really to barely miss the orc and impact one of the random gawkers behind him...but he couldn't make it look like it was missing on purpose so hopefully the orc took the opportunity to dodge or it would be lights out for the green menace.
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The arrival of Grot the Giant had changed everything. The full-blood watched as the behemoth bulled his way through the crowd of the marketplace to reach them. Now they could do some serious looting of shinies. Ignoring Grot's indifference to him, Griknak listened closely to Hazudar as he spoke in Orcish, a greedy malicious grin curving his lips. Nodding in understanding, Grik began to scope out certain stalls in the marketplace, looking for items and wares of particular shinyness. The brightening had suddenly gotten exciting. Nothing made an Orc's brightening more than violence! Grik couldn't wait to bash some pesky shopkeeper who got in the way of his looting. Looking up expectantly at Grot, there was nothing more to do but for the Giant and Haz to step into action. The Half-Orc looked like he was good to go, dropping into a fisticuffs stance. Grik twitched with eagerness, ready to leap into actions and get his big green hands on some shinies. Regrettably, it had been a while since the Orc had partaken in some looting of shinies. The crowd of onlookers that had started to grow around the trio of violent individuals would be in for quite the shock when the fists started flying and the looting of shinies began. The anticipation for what was to come burned inside of Grik.

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Hazudar didn't so much as flinch as that wrecking mace, that flying anvil, that nearly meteor sized slab of meat that was Grot's fist hurtled straight at him. Having known the deceptively non-stupid overgrown bellicose bastard named Grot long enough to know the giant probably KNEW what he was up to, he fully anticipated the giant would pull his punch at the last moment, giving Hazudar the chance to sell the blow like it was--

POW. In one sickening instant, the half-orc's overconfident grin rapidly crumpled, as did a few of his less fortunate internal organs as Grot's monolithic fist slammed into his torso with a level of force that could only be termed overkill. Good thing Grot had purposefully aimed to the side, or else Haz wouldn't have had even ONE fully functioning kidney to get him through the next cycle or two. As it was, the downwards and glancing angle of the punch sent the relatively puny pugilist skidding and tumbling backwards, his bare arms and torso leaving streaks of green skin and black blood upon the rough streets as he spun around and around.

Even before the backwards momentum had ceased, however, Haz had shoved himself back onto his feet. Woozily he tilted back on his heels, his glassy eyes still rattling in their sockets, until at last he got his bearings. "OI!" the orc half slurred, half shouted in the vague direction of the giant, a few loosened fangs flying from his idiotically grinning maw. "NICE SHOT, GROT! HERE'S HOW I WOULDA DONE IT!" With surprising alacrity, the old brawler dropped into a forwards-leaning crouch, his right foot pointing forward while the left slid perpendicular to Grot... knees bent, an open right claw jutted forward in line with his right knee, the other cocked back in a fist held near his left shoulder.

Suddenly one overly curious gnommish merchant from Demios got a closer look at the action than he'd bargained for; twisting his upper body, Haz swept his left fist in a vicious hook straight into the gnome's vapidly staring begoggled face. The little fellow went sprawling to one side in a rain of gadgets and combustibles, setting off a delightful display of flashbangs, smokebombs and other chemical goodies amid the now panic-stricken crowd. People were running everywhere, screaming for the guards and clutching their children to their breasts. More importantly than all that, though, were the several shiny -- you getting this, Griknak?! Shiny little gnommish gadgets scattered about the ground; the more prominent items included a large clock with an alarm bell on it, silver mini clock devices known as 'watches', a spyglass and an odd pair of goggles.

"IT's ALL ABOUT DA STANCE, CHAMP! TRY IT!"

Picking up the gnome's near lifeless body a second time (adding injury to injury, and why not? They deserved it, the obnoxious lil buggers) Hazudar bellowed a war cry as he charged back through the fleeing crowd towards Grot, gnome held high over his head in both claws. The half-orc hadn't been declared Champion Gnome Tosser in Prime two eras running for nothing; thus, it would be an easy matter to hurl the scrawny package he was carrying at Grot's nearest thigh.

What came next would be far less easy... footsteps never ceasing, Hazudar charged in right alongside the gnommish projectile, tucking his body into a roll at the last minute, looking to go under the two tree trunks that were Grot's legs. If he could get behind the Champ, catch the giant shifting his weight to avoid the gnome or else maybe get a lucky explosion out of the critter, he might just be able to lock his claws over the giant's knee, give a mighty backwards pull and off-balance the big guy, in effect suplexing one of his legs.

Hell, Grot might just let him do it anyway. There were so many stalls and terrified bystanders scurrying around behind the giant, after all. Still, Haz suddenly found himself hoping for a REAL brawl... how else to transfer his vast wisdom and experience to the equally vast living war machine that was Grot?
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As his massive and mighty fist flew forward towards the half orc, Grot became slightly concerned that Haz didn't understand he was supposed to dodge the punch. Surely he wasn't planning to just stand there and take the blow, Haz would move out of the way at the last moment and make the crowd think that he had only barely dodged it....certainly that had to be the plan! Unfortunately for them both however it seemed the orc had misunderstood the cue, perhaps thinking that Grot would pull his punches and maybe Grot should have realized that was the better play. That having not been the case Grot grimaced slightly as his punch hit home, a sickening crunch sounding throughout the area, Grot was glad he had at least made sure the punch would not be direct as that was likely the only thing that saved the bundle of green orky greatness from being a grease stain across the market as he flew backwards in a roll. Honestly, the stupid orc was supposed to have dodged that, Grot couldn't be held responsible for collapsed lungs and ruptured spleens and shattered ribs... not this time anyway.

Luckily it seemed the fact that the blow had been deliberately off center had served to lessen the impact and making it more of a hard glancing hit than a bone shattering orc stopper. Despite the unsteady look in Haz's eyes, it seemed he'd come away from the shot relatively happy and impressed at the same time (leave it to an orc to enjoy getting clobbered after all). Watching the Hazinator take a stance, Grot attempted to copy it even as the half-orc knocked out a poor gnomish bystander that got to close. "Like this?" the giant asked while laughing heartily at the state of the sprawled out gnome.

Grot never got to hear his answer though, as no sooner had he taken the new stance then the orc began charging at him, barely conscious gnome held high above his head as he barrelled forward. Not entirely sure what was going on, Grot's reaction to the gnome being hurtled at him was to quickly bring a knee up that smashed the poor beaten gnome hard enough to send him flying off into the distance down the street, likely to never stand again. This unfortunately allowed the half orc to easily get behind Grot's one firmly planted leg, and with the use of such scientific principals as leverage, momentum and gravity hauled the giant off balance sending the alabaster titan unexpectedly and unceremoniously onto his rump in the middle of the street. Now to say that the seventeen hundred plus pound giant hit the ground a little hard would be as big an understatement as saying Hazudar was just a little ugly. The shock of the giant's landing was enough to cause a minor earthquake in the immediate area, knocking fleeing market goers off their feet, knocking wares off their display tables and generally shaking the place about.

Worse yet, in order to prevent him from falling entirely on his back, the giant had flung both arms off to the side to catch himself, one smashing the stall of a souvenir jewellery vendor and sending shiny glass beads and polished sparkling rocks all over the street while the other arm knocked over the stand of a ceramic dish vendor causing more damage to dishes than Haz's last night in the nexus. Still, the giant had been put on his ass, and assuming Haz had stepped out of his way, the orc wouldn't have been crushed like a gaggle of poor Sherian war orphans that had been too distracted working the crowd to move as the giant had stumbled back. This meant it was the orcs turn to take a blow and a blow he would take. "HAHA! Well done Haz, might be some giant in you yet...MY TURN" the giant bellowed with a laugh. Still on his ass, Grot would take one long armed back handed swipe at the likely grinning victoriously orc, again, no punch would be pulled, but surely this time the orc knew enough to dodge and let the poor stalls and onlooker take the brunt of it this time.
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Griknank watched the mock fight unfold with an amused grin on his face. He winced as Grot's boulder of a hand sent Hazudar flying. "Tha' one is gonna' hurt inna' mornin'!" Grik shouted, cackling with glee at the spectacle before him. Grik's sides were starting to hurt from laughing too hard by the time Hazudar delivered a bone-crunching punch right into the face of an unlucky, now most likely dead, Gnomish merchant. The shiny items that had come off the Gnome's person caught Grik's attention as soon as Grot had kneed the Gnome into oblivion. Grik stared at the pile of gadgets on the ground for a moment or two while whatever it was that occupied the space between his ears processed this new turn of events. Realization dawned on the full-blood, and with a deafening bellow of, "SHIIIINNNYYYY!!!!" Grik barreled his way through the panic-stricken crowd, literally tossing people out of his way. Just as he arrived at the pile of shiny gadgets, a curious, fat toga-clad Human had picked up one of the silver watches and was examining it. "Oi!" Griknak boomed. The Human looked up, up and up, finally reaching Grik's terrifyingly ugly mug. Gripped by fear, the man's mouth moved but no sound came out. "Gimme dat shiny!!" The full-blood commanded, backhanding the man across the face, the poor chap crumpling to the ground from the force of the blow. Grik took the watch from the Human and upon seeing the remaining pile of shinies, Grik hastily got down to business.

Looking down at the fat man who's bell had just been thoroughly rung, an idea came to mind. Grik quickly scanned the area to his left and right, spotting an empty burlap sack sitting beside an abandoned stall a few feet away. Taking the sack, Griknak scooped up all of the Gnomish gadgets on the ground with a sweep of his hand. The crowd was still too busy milling about like a bunch of panicked sheep to notice Griknak retrieving the trio's ill-gotten gains. A loud crash! drew his attention back to Grot and Hazudar. The pair of them should be commended for their acting abilities. The Orc sprinted over to the the destroyed jewelry vendor's stall, wasting no time in picking up the jewelry merchant's scattered wares and tossing them into the bottom of the sack. "Next!" Griknak exclaimed when he had picked up every last shiny rock, excited to see what the Giant and Haz would destroy next.
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Suplexing a 16 ft giant was a lot like trying to move a mountain... one had to be either supremely stupid or awesomely capable to even attempt it. Fortunately, Hazudar was both. Still, his tendons nearly gave way before the big lummox's stubborn pillar of a leg did. The orc strained, huffed, wheezed and finally had to sidestep in a hurry as Grot's haunches began their long plummet into the streets below. Cupping his claws to his mouth, Haz gleefully called: "TIMBERRR!" Alas, his taunt fell on deaf and soon to be dead ears, as Grot -- by mere accident and armed with no more than his own giant warty arse -- completed one of the more infamous rites of passage for any aspiring Aelyrian villain: namely, offing an orphanage's worth of ankle biters.

"I guess their porridge-eatin' days're over," Hazudar commented, looking sadly upon the rapidly spreading pool of jellied orphan which Grot was sitting on. "Heck, what'm I sayin'?! DEY ARE PORRIDGE!" Expecting at least a smattering of laughs, the orc turned towards the crowd with a grin. None of 'em were laughing, though... in fact, most were actually screaming and fleeing the scene. Haz's grin faltered into a hesitant frown. Sheesh, the joke hadn't been THAT bad. "What? Too soon?"

Wisely deciding that the late summer two-for-one tunic sale wasn't worth THIS much hassle, most of the shoppers were soon well clear of the battlefield and headed for the nearest storm cellar to wait out the force of nature that was Grot vs Hazudar. Only the merchants -- too fat to run in any case -- remained, throwing themselves upon their wares and pleading with the two foreign monstrosities to take their insane contest somewhere else, preferably to a competitor's venue. Like the orc, Grot seemed not to have heard or cared, though, and reared back for a truly massive bitchslap that Haz would be hard pressed to avoid.

The orc knew Grot was actually deadlier when he was as low to the ground as a thinling and didn't have to aim every punch at an awkward angle. This attack was going to dish out some serious pain; Hazudar, though, wasn't eager for seconds. Given plenty of warning this time, the old brawler hit the dirt ASAP, flattening himself out completely while the few remaining spectators, merchants, and even a few booths were likewise flattened, though in a far less pleasant manner. Several Shiny bracers, spiked pauldrons and maces of tempered steel went scattering across the street, one clunking a still stupidly grinning Haz on the back of the head, whilst the rest of the loot was covered by an inconvenient rubble pile of broken beams, bodies and tenting.

"ANY LOWER ON DAT BACKHAND AN' I WOULDA BEEN A GONER!" Hazudar shouted at Grot as he rose, his wild grin and thumbs up indicating that this was a good thing which the giant should try to incorporate into his move arsenal. Before they could continue the match, however, another voice interrupted... this one haughty, fruity and rather terribly upset.

"Oh my Markalin -- just what do you foreign curs think you are doing?! I demand you cease this vulgar display and submit yourselves to the authorities at once!"

Standing in the half ruined street were several prime examples of Secyclionian masculine nobility; pouty lips drawn in fierce scowls, indignantly upturned noses and contemptuous eyes somehow staring down even on the alabaster titan who was taller than they even when sitting. Above their traditional feyanellas, their silk and saffron shirts each bore the mark of one or another House... the lead man and speaker for the group had his fist tightened around the grip of a leaf-shaped sword which all the local militia bore.

"Come, Adelphies! Are we going to let these overgrown brutes ravage our island?" A dozen stiff necks turned slowly, menacingly shaking their heads no. And to prove it, the lads all charged forward. Their fearless or perhaps extremely foolhardy leader, as well as a good half of his clique, headed straight for the greater challenge: Grot, while the rest divided themselves between the two rampaging orcs... looked like this brawl was turning out to be a battle royale!

"One chance to surrender before I start chopping extremities, giant! I'll have you know I'm an expert fencer!" the steely eyed Eunesian barked, posing with his hip jutting foppishly, one hand planted upon it, the other pointing his deadly little blade straight up at Grot. His mates stood about him in a semi circle, teeth bared, a few picking up rocks and other pieces of debris to hurl at their foe, the others ready to leap in bare fisted and help grapple the giant to the ground if... well, knowing Grot, when it came to that.

The ones going after Hazudar were even less cautious. "Let's see how your churlish fighting style serves you against a master of Pelypotias!" one burly, ruddy-faced, bearded nobleman declared in a growl, then began shuffling towards the orc in a practiced stance, body turned mostly away, a pair of calloused fists up with the right extended and the left kept close to the chest. Hazudar merely ran his tongue along his bleeding, smirking fangs in response as his eyes darted in all directions, analyzing the challenger's poised approach, measuring the faces of the others as they stalked in behind their champion, monitoring the situations of both his cohorts, watching, watching...

"Unhand those goods at once and prepare to be escorted to the gaol, you dreadlocked brute!" The third group was headed up by a youngish Secyclionid with short clipped hair, a nasally voice and delicate features... still, the whelp's eyes burned with the desire to prove himself as he walked up and attempted to wrest the sack of goods from Griknak's powerful grip. This, he had literally no chance whatsoever of accomplishing, but the idiot MIGHT rip the bag if the... 'struggle' kept up. All the while, older pair of noblemen who'd accompanied the brat grimaced and shook their heads. Nevertheless, they seemed ready to fight, each hoisting the end of a broken beam with which to gouge Griknak if he didn't give in.
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Griknak laughed maniacally as he watched Hazudar throw himself to the ground, conveniently out of the way of Grot's sweeping wall of an arm. The Half-Orc and Giant's mock fight just kept getting better and better! The clanking of metal against concrete caught Grik's attention, his burning red eyes zeroing in on the steel armaments that had been scattered across the marketplace. The Orc sprinted the distance between him and the loot, wasting no time in scooping up the equipment and stuffing it into the sack, taking one mace up with his free hand. "Hehe, I gotta' new basha'!!" he boomed triumphantly, holding the weapon up in the air, the metal glittering in the suns' rays. Griknak's celebration was disappointingly cut short, as the voice of someone who was most undoubtedly a pansy and someone who had no sense of fun called out for the trio to surrender. Looking over at his two partners in crime, Grik was quick to notice the newcomer nobles.

As the Secylionid nobles split into groups, Grik had already locked stares with that of the young noble with the nasally, high-pitched voice who was making his way towards the Orc. The full-blood said nothing as the trio of Humans advanced. In fact, he didn't move a fraction of an inch until the foolish boy gripped Grik's bag of loot with his tiny, daintily manicured olive-skinned hand and attempted to take it from him. Something inside the hulking Orc's pea-sized brain snapped and the inextinguishable rage that burned in the heart of every Orc seized control. Nobody took Griknak Skullstomper's shinies! Nobody! With a guttural roar of, "IT'S CLUBBIN' TIME!!!" Griknak raised the mace high above his head and swung down at the noble with all of the fearsome innate strength of his race. Training was a good thing to have, but the method behind a blunt weapon was simple: hit the enemy with it until they stop moving, Grik was smart enough to understand that. His primal instincts told him to dispatch the first one as quickly as possible for the two older gents -who were still a few feet away- were the real threat. If all three of the Humans engaged him in close quarters, he would be in a dangerous situation fighting all of them at once. A wicked, predatory grin exposed the razor sharp canines that lined his maw, which salivated at the thought of the bloodletting to come.

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Even as Grot swung his mighty arm in an attempt to backhand the petulant orc he knew it was going to miss. It seemed to Grot that Haz had finally caught on as he threw himself flat against the cobblestone street. Instead, Grot hit what he'd hoped to smash instead, a few slow market goers and a tasty selection of stalls. Knocking over the blacksmith stall seemed to be of particular excitement for quick fingered full blooded orc whose acquaintance the giant had only recently made. "Next time I'll be sure ta swing lower den Haz" Grot laughed nastily, starting to enjoy their little game in the market, he got to destroy stuff and the orcs made off with loot, it was a win/win kinda situation. Dusting himself off and raising himself up onto one knee the giant was about to level Haz with another devastating punch(whose true target was the fancy looking glass makers stall behind the orc) when some new self important vermin stepped forward.

Now in all honesty Grot considered all non giants irredeemable vermin at the best of times, but he had a particularly violent dislike of the type of pest that for one reason or another didn't know it's place and somehow thought it was worthy of talking down to a walking avatar of violence such as himself. Frankly the poncy attitude and disrespectful manner of speech would need to be dealt with harshly, which meant by Grot standards that the man would need to be reduced to a fine paste unless Grot was feeling exceptionally cruel in which case he'd just have to see how many bones he could break before the poncy little 'noble' up and died. Right now....Grot was feeling pretty fething cruel.

"I'm gonna take my time with you runt" the giant snarled as his face twisted into his trademark predatory grin...the one he usually got before some serious pain was about to be inflicted on someone else. Ignoring the man's foppish fencing stance, his mostly unarmed accomplices and most importantly he ignored the man’s thin toothpick of a fencing sword as he fired one massive anvil like fist straight at the man’s torso. Sure the sword would hurt if it got him, but as far as Grot could figure that sword was either going to go into his fist and snap on a bone, deflect off his hand and cause a nasty cut or just plain do nothing and in no of those scenario’s was the noble walking away from it regardless. His punch likely wouldn't kill the arrogant little fop but it would certainly knock all the fight out of him and leave the giant with the warm and fuzzy feeling that often came when he knew he could take his time snapping a particularly arrogant rodents bones without much inference. Oh the joys of being a giant.
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Surely Hazudar and his homeboys did not expect to thrash half a block of heavily trafficked streets, filled full with pedestrians and merchants, on a busy summer's day, brimming with a cartful of WITNESSES and hoped the authorities never poked their noses around and allow them to simply get away? Specially not when their supposed to be 'harmless' brawl had resulted in nearly all the nearby stalls, booths, tents, shops and some public amenities structure to be reduced to a pile of rubble, along with the demolition of all their goods and wares? Well nearly all, because Markalin in the sea! One of the green buggers was actually busying himself robbing the goods in plain open sight, even a freaking blind man could see what the Aeternia Griknak was doing.

"Officer! Officer! He's robbing the shops!" cried a blind beggar, whose mug with its pathetic trickle of coppers lay strewn across the floor thanks to the commotion. His tapping cane was pointed to no one in particular however, and of course the group of men who dared to stand up against the troublemaking trio weren't exactly officers, but, hey it proved the exaggerated statement with the blind man as true.

Oh yes, there was also the dead gnome but then again, no one cares about dead gnomes.

The bottom line is, Haz and co. big bunch of rascals and naughty boys they were, were indeed well on their way to become public enemy no.1 with their other numerous daredevil spawning stunts but this.... this may be pushing it a little too far. The heat, (and we're not talking about the weather here) might rise up a little too hot and prematurely end their ascension if they weren't careful enough already. As in, have you tried escaping a 6 star on Grand Theft Auto without using cheats?

Right now, it blinks one star and those so called nobles, if true nobility they even were and not some servants of the House, or sworn in members, were fast approaching with their intentions made clear, while still being lenient enough to give these Mainland rabbles a chance to cease and desist.

And those Mainland thugs response?

Griknak decided to play whack-a-mole with his new mace, which fortunately for the young male, he managed to avoid it just in time as he hurriedly backed off the moment the orc had raised his weapon. Unfortunately though, he wasn't fast enough and the sharpened parts of the weapon grazed his cheeks, shoulder, knee, and smashed into a foot.

"My FACE!!" the youth hollered, more concerned was he with his face then his foot. He started sobbing in Eunesian while one of the older male rushed towards his side to comfort and attend to him.

The other came forth, rushing between their fallen comrade and Griknak before the orc could cause any more damage. He swung the crude beam of a weapon, aiming for Griknak's torso, with much control and precision, as if he had some training with its proper version. Albeit, it may be some broken piece of wood, but in the hands of a trained person, who knows how much damage it can deal?

As for Grot, he had decided to fist the human with the weapon, and well - it was a full blown impact, and BAM! The man went flying, hurtling backwards towards a few of his fellow man like a bowling ball striking some ten pins. Sadly, it wasn't exactly a strike. There were two more of their compatriots, standing nearby equipped with nothing but sticks and stones. One of them hurled their rock and it flew and hit Grot squarely between the eyes. But the boy is obviously no David, and all Grot would feel is something hard bouncing off his forehead. A little painful, but unless Grot was a big sissy, it should not be hurting much. Just like the equivalent of a bee sting the fencing sword was, now stuck in his middle finger.

The other boy's rock however, had more devastating effects as it struck Grot in, of all places, his right eye! The impact frankly did not hurt that much. What hurt was the fact some of the debris went into that eye! Dust in the eye, hurt much already. Debris in the eye? Even a giant should feel that one!

Lastly, facing the half orc was the barrel-chested, bearded Secyclid. Judging from his stance, the man was obviously a boxer, and unbeknownst to Haz yet, also a wrestler. He slowly took two more steps forward, and the moment Haz eyes had darted away, he perceived is as an opening, and with such deceptive swiftness had closed in the distance and unleashed a cross punch that connected to Hazudar's left cheek, sending a loosened tooth flying if it hasn't flew already. For a human, he sure packed a lot of bite in that swing!
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Griknak's grin of sadistic glee turned into one of disappointment as he saw his strike just miss the boy. However, the crunching noise the boy's foot made when his new basha' connected did make him feel a little better. The scent of the young noble's blood from the glancing blow seeped into Grik's nostrils, the aroma was one of the best scents Griknak had ever smelled. His disgusting, whip-like black tongue licked up the small red streaks and fleshy bits left behind on the mace. The fresh blood of a Human in his prime tasted just like a fine bottle of Medonian Red. "Don' worry!" Grik boomed at the sobbing Islander, "Yer noble lady-friends are gonna dig yer scars! Not tha' clubfoot tho'! HA HA HA HA!!!" he said with a guttural laugh. When one of the boy's older companions made his way forward to engage Grik, the Orc watched his every move, his stance, positioning, the way he held the beam. Flashing a lethal grin of yellowed canines at his new opponent, Griknak salivated at the thought of bashing the man's head in with his new weapon. The full-blood's wicked sanguine eyes did not leave those of the older human as the man aimed a strike at Grik's torso. The first move having been made, Griknak leaped into action with murderous gusto.


Griknak was not about to underestimate the wooden beam that the man wielded with practiced motions. It was clear to the Orc that this man had some weapons training, Grik just needed to wait for the Human to make a mistake before bringing his basha' crashing down on him and pummeling him into oblivion. Rather than moving to meet the man's attack, Grik quickly shuffled backwards with darting steps to dodge the wooden beam, hoping that it would catch the man off-guard and the momentum from swinging the heavy piece of wood -having hopefully missed it's target- would force the Human to follow through with the swing, leaving him somewhat off-balance and exposed for Grik to make a move. If everything went according to plan, Griknak would aim an overhead swing of his basha' at the man, stepping forward as he did so to throw more of his weight behind the mace while keeping his center of gravity low to the ground.

However, if the man turned out to be too fast for Griknak and the beam connected with his torso, the Orc would unleash a quick counter-attack of a horizontal swing of his mace aimed at the man's ribs. If the noble wanted to play shot-for-shot, Grik would be more than happy to oblige the man.
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