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So, the mighty Archsage has been called back to battle once again? Very well, Athos shall oblige the summons. The first to be sent against the power of the living legend is the mighty axeman, Gruga. But Gruga is no ordinary axeman, it would seem, possessing the power to become invincible for short periods of time. Well, that does raise a question...would the power of Luna cut through that defense as effortlessly as it does any other? Even if it doesn’t, Athos still has his personal Forblaze tome, which will give him the luck boost he needs to evade the clumsy strikes of an axe and outlast Invincible. No matter which spell he uses, it should take no more than one to fell the magically weak Gruga. |
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You didn’t think you’d seen the last of the Arc the Lad contestants did you? Well, Gruga, the cast's resident awesome axeman himself, is just the next one in line, ready and able to show the Duelling League his might. While he may be facing stiffer competition than this female comrades, he has the trusty skill that has brought Elc and Diek their great dueling victories: Invincible. With this fearsome spell, he can smack away on the aging Athos without fear of retribution. And with his game-best attack score, above average speed and solid constitution, Gruga has little to fear. He’s already been crowned the champion of the arena in his home game, and he’s determined to duplicate that title in this league. |
Gatewalker With the Arc the Lad cast finally getting some respect outside of Elc for a change, Gruga was in high spirits and more then ready to make his mark on Heavy. Making the best of his time, he spent countless hours training, honing his skills and keeping his great strength at it’s peak. The day before the match, a smallish man in a brown cloak interrupted his exercises with an unexpected delivery of a very large package, “Excuse me, are you Mr. Gruga? Got a package for you here. Careful, it’s kinda heavy.” Grunting an affirmation of his identity, Gruga easily took the giant package and opened it up, and was quite amazed at what he found. Inside was a full sized replica of Armads, the famous axe wielded by Hector against a mighty dragon. Marveling at the detail of the work on the axe, Gruga turned to the delivery man with a bit of suspicion, “Who sent this? Shaking his head, the cloaked man replied, “Apologies sir, but she wished to remain anonymous. She did wish me to pass along her regards and her desire to see your spectacular victory tomorrow, though.” Stroking his chin, Gruga speculated on what this could mean…a secret admirer, perhaps? Judging from the quality of the replica Armads, she would have to be a rich secret admirer at that. Interrupting Gruga’s thoughts, the delivery man held out a paper with a circled line for a signature and a pen, “Um, excuse me sir? I’m gonna need to you sign for that.” Absently scribbling down his name, Gruga tipped the man and sent him on his way. Returning to his training, the axeman was now doubly motivated to win that match. He certainly was not about to let his admirer down! --- The next day at the match, Gruga was surprised to see the delivery man from the day before jump down into the arena before the match started and run over to the judges table with a paper in hand. Motioning the fighters to wait a moment, Ramus, the judge for today’s match, eyed the delivery man wearily but read the paper anyway, and busted out laughing after a moment, “Oh, this is clever. Matthew, I might have work for you later. Now get out of my arena before I have security throw you out.” With a quick wink to Gruga, Matthew quickly made his exit while Ramus stood up to explain the situation. “It seems that both contestants have signed an agreement to fight it out using only skills and abilities that are unique to them. Gruga, this means no Invincible for you, Athos, this means nothing but Foreblaze for you.” Gruga was confused and angry at this, “WHAT!? I never signed any…wait. I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill that little rat!” Ramus shrugged and pointed out the way Matthew left, “Well, if you want to concede now, you might still be able to catch him. Give him too much of a headstart though, and you’ll never find him.” “Done.” Hefting his axe, Gruga started stalking out with murder on his mind… --- It’s still as true as it ever was: age and treachery will beat youth and skill every time. Nobody ever said the age and the treachery had to come from the same person… Athos: 34 |
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