The Hole

[Grumbaki]

Description: The Pit used to be the house of a thieves guild, but the guild fell apart years ago and the building was abandoned. Benigno, a former member of said guild claimed it for himself. He has opened up an infamous pit fighting ring called 'The Hole.' He runs it with his old gang, it is a mere shadow of the thieves guild but they run the house with an iron fist none-the-less. The watchmen have of course been bribed away from this place; which has proven possible because for they do not disturb the general peace and thus are not seen as being too much of a problem. Benigno brings customers through his bawds which are sent out every night to bring in sailors from the docks, who are all too willing to spend their hard earned gold.

'The hole' can be found in a non-descript building near the docks themselves. It is actually a large building, but most of it can be found underground. The house itself is two stories tall, with the second floor being where Benigno himself lives. The first floor of the house has been converted into a tavern where cheap ale is sold and bets can be placed on the pit fighters. Beneath it is the pits themselves, and beneath that is where the slaves are kept. The slave area is nothing but a large, man made cavern where there are but two areas, a large hole that acts as a bathroom and the living area.
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Ownership Stats

Name: Benigno
Race: Human
Age: 41
Past Careers: Thief->Footpad->Slaver->Outlaw Chief
Career: Outlaw Chief

M-4 WS-41 BS-49 S-3 T-3 W-7 I-52 A-1 Dex-49 Ld-38 Int-34 Cl-54 Fel-36

Skills: Drive Cart, Ride-Horse, Speak Additional Language-Estalian, Strike to Stun, public speaking, read and write, concealment urban, sl-thieves tounge, silent move rural and urban, evaluate, strike to stun, bribery

Trappings: Short Sword, dagger, once-fine clothing, two rings worth 10gc each, neckalce worth 15gc

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Name: Ulfgar
Race: Human
Age: 26
Career: Bodyguard

M-4 WS-49 BS-26 S-4 T-4 W-9 I-38 A-2 Dex-27 Ld-31 Int-25 Cl-36 WP-26 Fel-28

Skills: Disarm, SW-Fist Weapon, Street Fighting, Strike Mighty Blow, Strike to Stun

Trappings: Knuckle Dusters, Leather Jack, Short Sword

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Name: Rodigio
Past Career: Footpad
Career: Bartender

M-3 WS-35 BS-25 S-3 T-3 W-7 I-29 A-1 Dex-36 Ld-31 Int-32 Cl-27 WP-34 Fel-45

Skills: Silent Move Urban and Rural, Strike to Stun, Blather, Charm, Story Telling, Wit

Trappings: Club, 15gc, list of bets

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Name: Adelmar
Race: Human
Past Careers: Woodsman, Footpad
Career: Herbalist

M-4 WS-40 BS-41 S-4 T-3 W-8 I-42 A-1 Dex-29 Ld-27 Int-41 Cl-43 WP-29 Fel-31

Skills: Concealment Rural, Follow Trail, Identify Plants, sl-Ranger/thieves tounge, set trap, silent move rural and urban, sw-two handed weapons, strike to stun, Cure Disease, Heal Wounds, Herb Lore, Prepare Poisions

Trappings: Club, Pestle and Mortar, sling bag with dried herbs

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10 Generic Guards
Race: Human
Past Careers: Footpads
Current Careers: Slavers

M-4 WS-45 BS-25 S-4 T-3 W-8 I-40 A-1 Dex-35 Ld-30 Int-30 Cl-30 WP-30 Fel-30

Skills: Strike to Stun, Silent Move Rural and Urban, ambidextrous, strike mighty blow, sl-thieves tounge

Trappings: clubs, two daggers, pair of manacles, short swords, leather jerkins, crossbows with 20 bolts

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5 Bawds
Race: Human
Careers: Bawd

M-4 WS-29 BS-29 S-3 T-3 W-6 I-29 A-1 Dex-29 Ld-29 Int-29 Cl-29 WP-29 Fel-40

Skills: Bribery, sl-thieves tounge, street fighting, wit

Trappings: short sword, dagger, leather jack, 5 gold crowns

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Pit Fighters

Name:Marquis
Past Career: Squire
Career: Pit Fighter

M-4 WS-41 BS-34 S-4 T-4 W-7 I-33 A-2 Dex-28 Ld-32 Int-26 Cl-40 WP-35 Fel-39

Skills: Disarm, Dodge Blow, SW-Parrying Weapons, SW-Two Handed Weapons, Strike Mighty Blow, Etiquette, Heraldry, Ride-Horse, Animal Care/Training, SW-Greatweapons, Night Vision

Trappings: Mail Shirt, helm, Sword, Greatsword

speaking color= purple

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Name: Gottlieb
Career: Pit Fighter

M-4 WS-45 BS-29 S-5 T-4 W-7 I-26 A-1 Dex-28 Ld-32 Int-26 Cl-38 WP-30 Fel-27

Skills: Disarm, Dodge Blow, SW-Flail Weapons, SW-Fist Weapons, SW-Two Handed Weapons, Strike Mighty Blow, Strike to Injure, Night Vision

Trappings: Mail Shirt, helm, shield, knuckle dusters, battle axe

speaking color= orange

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Name:Gisbert
Past Career: Farmer
Career: Pit Fighter

M-4 WS-30 BS-24 S-4 T-3 W-7 I-31 A-1 Dex-48 Ld-29 Int-31 Cl-28 WP-24 Fel-29

Skills: Dodge Blow, Strike Mighty Blow, Drive Cart, Scale Sheer Surface

Trappings: Helm, Mail Shirt, Club, Shield

speaking color= green

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Name:Friedhelm
Past Career: Sailor
Career: Pit Fighter

M-4 WS-31 BS-41 S-3 T-3 W-7 I-41 A-1 Dex-43 Ld-31 Int-29 Cl-35 WP-30 Fel-29

Skills: Sailing, Row, Swim, Strike Mighty Blow, Dodge Blow, SW-Firearms, Street Fighting, Ambidextrous

Trappings: Mail Shirt, Helm, Knuckle Dusters, Sword, Dagger

speaking color= blue

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Name:Franz
Past Career: Gambler
Career: Pit Fighter

M-4 WS-31 BS-28 S-3 T-3 W-7 I-45 A-1 Dex-32 Ld-26 Int-29 Cl-31 Fel-34

Skills: Gamble, Consume Alchohol, Blather, Dodge Blow, Strike Mighty Blow

Trappings: Mail Shirt, Helm, Shield, War Hammer

speaking color= yellow

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'The Twins'
Past Career: Unkown
Careers: Pit Fighters

M-4 WS-41 BS-29 S-4 T-4 W-8 I-42 A-2 Dex-41 Ld-29 Int-31 Cl-40 WP-31 Fel-22

Skills: Ambidextrous, Disarm, Dodge Blow, SW-Parrying Weapons, Strike Mighty Blow, Strike to Stun, Strike to Injure, Night Vision

Trappings: pair of scimitars, daggers, mail shirts, helms

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Name: Gerhadt
Past Career: Burglar
Career: Pit Fighter

M-4 WS-31 BS-42 S-3 T-4 W-7 I-43 A-1 Dex-42 Ld-31 Int-29 Cl-36 WP-30 Fel-28

Skills: Concealment Urban, Sl-Thieves Tounge, SS-Thieves Signs, Silent Move Rural and Urban, Evaluate, Pick Lock, Scale Sheer Surface, Spot Trap, Set Trap, Dodge Blow, Strike Mighty Blow, Flee!, Night Vision

Trappings: Mail Shirt, Helm, Shield, Sword, Dagger

Speaking Color= beige

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Name: Gotthold
Past Career: Pickpocket
Career: Pit Fighter

M-5 WS-32 BS-38 S-3 T-3 W-6 I-43 A-1 Dex-40 Ld-33 Int-31 Cl-39 WP-26 Fel-32

Skills: Concealment Urban, Sl-Thieves Tounge, SS-Thieves Signs, Silent Move Rural and Urban, Palm Object, Pick Pocket, Dodge Blow, Strike Mighty Blow, Flee!, Ambidextrous, Night Vision

Trappings: Mail Shirt, Helm, Pair of Daggers

Speaking Color= maroon

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Name: Viento
Past Career: Footpad
Career: Pit Fighter

M-4 WS-41 BS-36 S-4 T-3 W-7 I-41 A-1 Dex-35 Ld-29 Int-27 Cl-34 WP-25 Fel-26

Skills: Strike Mighty Blow, Dodge Blow, Silent Move Urban and Rural, Concealment Urban, Strike to Stun, Night Vision

Trappings: Mail Shirt, Helm, Shield, Mace

Speaking color= lime green

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5 'other' pit fighters

M-4 WS-39 BS-29 S-4 T-4 W-7 I-29 A-1 Dex-29 Ld-29 Int-29 Cl-39 WP-29 Fel-29

Skills: Disarm, Dodge Blow, SW-Fist Weapons, SW-Flail Weapons, SW-Parrying Weapons, SW-Two Handed Weapons, Strike Mighty Blow, Strike to Injure

Trappings: Shield, Mail Shirt, helm, Knuckle Dusters, Flail, Hand weapon

Speaking Color= red

[Grumbaki]

The yelling of the sailors faded into the background as Albrecht circled with his opponent warily. It was a like just like any other. The pit was incircled by a chain fence that reached up to the ceiling, there was a single gate to it. Surrounding their prison were the sailors and marines who were screaming for blood. Right across from them was one of Albrecht's friends and comrades, a man by the name of Gottlieb. The man was from the far distant lands of the Empire, he had travelled down into the border princes as a caravan guard which was ambushed by orcs and weakened to the point where human bandits finished the job. He had eventually ended up here...he was a devout man, a follower of the wolf-god Ulric. Albrecht had once been a devout follower of Taal and Rhya, but he had long since stopped worshiping them. What was the point of offering up your voice in prayers if nobody was listening?

Gottlieb let out one of his warcries and charged foward, swinging his axe down at Albrecht's head. Albrecht stepped aside and swung with his flail, but Gottlieb ducked beneath it. They were play acting, as neither wanted to hurt each other; but they still were not pulling any punches. The idea here was to give a show, then to take the other man down in a way in which he would live to fight again. Gottlieb had been one of the first men that Albrecht had recruited into his band and they both knew that they would have to be able to fight once the yearly even came around.

They each backed off and circled each other again. Gottlieb bashed his axe against his shield as Albrecht charged. Gottlieb easily dodged the flail and then swung out with the flat of his axe, catching Albrecht on the side of the head. Stunned, Albrecht fell to the ground, his flail fell out of his hand as he hit the ground. Albrecht hurredly pulled himself to his feet; Gottlieb charged again. Two blows were smashed onto his shield in succession and Albrecht quickly lost ground. Albrecht's back hit the cage wall and Gottlieb lunged foward, swinging his axe down at Albrecht. Albrecht took the blow on his shield and then punched the middenheimer in the face with his free hand. Gottlieb stumbled back, taken by surprise by the attack. His axe was still stuck in Albrecht's shield. Albrecht tossed the shield to the ground and pulled on his knuckle dusters. Seeing this Gottlieb smiled and did the same. By now the cage was rattling as the sailors beat on it. Albrecht knew that there was nothing that Gottlieb liked more than a good fist fight. He ran at him and smashed a fist into Gottlieb's stomach. Gottlieb took the blow and wrapped his arms around Albrecht. Caught in the bear hug Ablrecht was lifted off the ground by the middenheimer. Pain shot through his back as Albrecht desperatly tried to break free, but to no avail. Finally he did the only thing he could think of, he headbutted Gottlieb. The middenheimer's nose broke, but he didn't let go. Instead he headbutted Albrecht back. Albrecht went limp, showing that he was defeated. Gottlieb, seeing the sign let go of his comrade and let Albrecht fall to the ground. Albrecht lay there as Gottleib raised his hands in victory.

The door came open and a three guards came in, weapons drawn. Gottlieb helped Albrecht up to his feet and the two pit fighters were led down into the slave pit.

[Grumbaki]

Albrecht found himself back down in the slave-pit. As they were hurried down the last flight of stairs two more pit fighters were brought up. Both were unarmed but they would find their weapons inside the ring.

Adelmar, the 'doctor' of the pit was treating a self stylized Brettonian knight by the name of Marquis. Albrecht personally thought taht the man had taken one too many blows to the head. He was thin and wiry, and while he looked Brettonian nobody believed that he could possibly be a knight. Albrecht had seen men snap before down here, this man was no different in his opinion. Marquis had taken a nasty slash to the side which was bleeding heavily. Adelmar was busy treating it with a special blend of crushed herbs. Marquis was mumbling to himself in Brettonian; most likely a prayer to that 'lady' of his. Gottlieb looked at him with distaste, which wasn't surprising seeing as how he was a religous fanatic himself. Both men were part of his band, Gottlieb out of vengeance and Marquis out of his own sense of justice. Albrecht knew that the man would be a problem once they broke out. He wanted vengeance on the entire city, but this man had his own sense of morals that would get in his way. Still, that was something to be dealt with later.

Albrecht looked around. He could see his entire group here, they looked at him and offered slight nods of recognition. There was Gottlieb and Marquis, of course. He looked around. There were also the twins, a pair of Arabian men who never spoke. They were identical twins and had tatoos on their faces of a snake, one had it on the left side the other on the right. Neither had ever told anyone their names, they were just the twins. Then there was Gerhardt, Gotthold and Viento; all were once petty thieves who were part of the old guild; they had gotten in Benigno's way and instead of being put to death they were put to work instead. Word as it that there were once eight of them, but only they had survived these many years inside the pits. Finally there were three young bloods; recent arrivals who were eager to escape. Gisbert was once a farmer like himself, then there was Friedhelm, a sailor who passed out in the streets and ended up in here and Franz, a gambler whose debts had been collected in a most unsporting manner. These ten men had been gathered together by Albrecht with the promise of freedom. The other five pit fighters hadn't been approached yet. For the most part they were thugs and cut-throats whom Albrecth didn't trust enough to recruit for fear of being turned in. Gottlieb hated most of them, saying that they were cowards; which incidently was the highest for of blasphemy against his faith.

Albrecht wearily sat down against the stone wall and tried to get some rest. He quickly fell asleep.

[Grumbaki]

The night drew to an end and the last of the pit fighters were led down into the slave-pit. The herbalist finished tending to their wounds and without a word walked away. The pit fighters were left alone in the dark. Albrecht looked around, taking in the same old sight again. There were a grand total of three sources of light in the pit which came from three torches; two in the common area and one in the 'latrine.' Having lived in the dark for so long, he had grown used to living in near total darkness, as had all of the older hands. The three new commers though were as blind as bats wihtin the pit, but Albrecht knew that they would adjust after a few months. Probably. Not that it mattered if everything went right.

One of the guards opened up the gate leading to the pit and came down, holding in his arms a large plate that held their evening meal. He set it down and then returned again with a bucket of water to drink from. Albrecht knew the man by the name of Harold; the lowest ranking of the guards he had been given this task, something which he resented. Over the years he had gotten to know Albrecht slowly and they had come to an agreement. This year when he locked the door to the fighting-pit, he wouldn't do it. He would leave it unlocked and would then slip away. He had already been given the gold by Albrecht, a full ten gold crowns, which was the collected wealth of the pit fighters who were in on Albrecht's plan. They didn't have to rely just on him keeping his faith out of duty though; Albrecht relied on something else. He knew that Harold hated Benigno almost as much as Albrecht did. Benigno had a nasty habit of sending those under him to the pits when they displeased him; one of them had been his brother. Harold had stayed loyal to Benigno on the surface, but this was his chance for revenge. In the dim light he gave Albrecht a knowing look, set the water down and walked away.

Each pit fighter had a small pewter mug which they were given, Albrecht used his to fill up a glass of water which he chugged down. Everyone started to crowd around and slowly took their turns getting their meal. The old hands beat this into the minds of the newer fighters. It was only by small acts like this that they were able to keep their humanity in such conditions. Some of the fighters prayed to their gods before they ate, others just did it with a hard look on their face. Albrecht knew that every man needed something to go on in a place like this; he had given many of them the hope for vengeance and freedom.

As they ate the usual stories were told of battles long ago fought, homes that were now buried in the past and loved ones who were equally distant. Albrecht just listened but didn't join in. The old hands knew his father just as they knew him and nobody was foolish enough to bring the topic up. The last person who did was a new slave of whom nobody even bothered to get to know; he lost an eye for his foolishness, something which Albrecht found appropriate. He really didn't care that the wound became infected either. The incident helped give him a reputation. Of course, he would never attack one of the old hands; a comaraderie had formed between them, it was the only way to sleep without worrying about being strangled. He heard Gerhadt mutter

"I'd bet you the sun's rising by now."

Franz smiled at this. "I wouldn't take you up on that bet."

"Looks like your not as stupid as I thought."

"Thanks. I think."

They continued to eat, but the silence was broken by Gisbert. He rose to his feet and said nervously "How can you people stay so fucking calm? I need to see the sun...I need to see the sun. Taal's breath-"

Albrecht spoke up, feeling some sympathy for the lad. "Sit down Gisbert. It's hard at first, I know. Just finish your meal."

The ex-farmer sat down and stared at the bread and scortched meat sitting before him. Albrecht guessed that he was about to cry.

Gottlieb chose that point in time to speak up. "If you cry, then Ulric help me I'll throw you in the latrines where you belong. Crying is for cowards."

Gisbert stood up and glared at the Middenheim, who repeated the act. Albrecht was up in a second and between them.

"Both of you, sit the fuck down!"

One of the other pit fighters spoke up. His head was wrapped in bandages and a few teeth were now missing. "And who the fuck put you in charge?"

Albrecht stalked over to him and kicked him in the mouth. He fell over and started spitting out blood. One of his friends got to his feet but Gottlieb grabbed him and headbutted him in the face.

"I did. Now if you are all done acting like a pack of starved dogs, lets finish our meal."

Albrecht sat back down and went back to eating. Slowly everyone did the same. Albrecht forced down a sigh. Every day it was like this; the same frayed nerves, the same stupid jockying for what little power was to be had in this hell hole. For the thousandth time Albrecht considered just letting himself get killed up in the pits above. For the thousandth time he dismissed the thought. Soon he would get his vengeance. A few short weeks and his degradation would be over...

[Brad the Inhaler]

OOC: 55xp

[Grumbaki]

ooc: Thanke.

Albrecht paced around the pit, unable to sleep. He rarely slept for any meaningful length of time; as he paced he cursed his insomnia.

Marquis' moaned again in his sleep, followed by some mumbled prayer to his goddess. He looked at the Brettonian and wondered what had happened to him. The man was a mystery; he had never told anyone who he was or how he got here. Albrecht had always assumed that he was just another unlucky peasant, pedlar or travellar. If he really was a knight, then he would have been ransomed back to his family, right? Albrecht gussed not, the Brettonians would likely seek bloody vengeance against the slavers in such a situation. Still, there was no questioning his devotion to his goddess, his faith was as strong as Gottlieb's was. Perhaps more so. Gottlieb asked for nothing from his god, and his god asked little of him. Gottlieb followed Ulric out of respect; Marquis though followed his lady out of something more. Albrecht guessed that he had been hit on the head to hard and was suffering delusions. Marquis constantly muttered to himself about his dreams and how he had to get out of there to make them come true. Nobody really paid any attention to him; they were just the usual ravings of a madman who was desperate to see the light of day. Still, sometimes Albrecht could almost believe that the Brettonian was for real, but such moments quickly passed.

Albrecht knew that he could count on both of them to follow him to the ends of the earth; which was good. He had plans, plans of vengeance. Not just against their ownsers, but against the entire damned city. Albrecht smiled and he started to look over the men he had gathered around him, trying to gauge their loyalty.

He turned his attention to the twins. The two Arabians were aprt from everyone else, as always they kept watch. Albrecht looked at them warily and the one on watch looked back at him. Albrecht met his gaze evenly. They were a fey pair; they fought together and were even once made to fight each other. Word was that they were so evenly matched that one only fell when he tripped over a broken shield that had been left in the ring. The thing about them was that they never spoke; ever. They just stared at you with those impassive eyes...Albrecht didn't trust them. They were in on his plot, they had simply nodded when he told them and then turned away. Albrecht looked away. Definately a few pair.

His gaze fell upon the thieves. He could understand them. They were all motivated by greed. Viento took what he wanted by force, while Gotthold and Gerhardt found more subtle means. Albrecht knew that as long as his plans were profitable they would stay with him. If he ever screwed up though...

Then there was Gisbert. The poor ex-farmer probably wouldn't last long. He had learned much in his brief stay in the pits, but his nerves were shattered. Still, Albrecht knew that he could count on him to fight for him; whether or not his sanity would hold long enough was a different matter.

Friedhelm was another matter. Albrecht doubted that the sailor would stay with him once they were free. He always talked about the sea as though it were a long lost lover; Albrecht knew that the sailor would leave at the first chance he got. That was something Albrecht had accepted; he could do without him.

And finally there was Franz...the gambler was a fool, but he was quickly becoming a dangerous one. Given enough time by himself he would just get himself into worse trouble than he was in right now. Still, he could be reasoned with. Maybe.

Albrecht finally turned and looked at the sleeping forms of the other five pit fighters. He didn't trust them, and with good reason. One of them, Karl, was a coward through and through. He had once ratted out another pit fighter just for the promise of extra rations; something he never got. Then there was Ulli, a murdererous bastard whom nobody trusted. With those two was Heinrich; a weirdroot addict who was constantly shaking. Albrecht knew that he couldn't trust him; he would sell him out immidiately in the vain home of getting his 'medicine.' Sergei, one of the Strigany, looked at everyone warily and without even a hint of trust in his eyes. And finally there was Franz, a former caravan guard who was about as nasty as they could come. Surly and prone to bouts of rage, everyone simply avoided him. Albrecht didn't trust any of those five, though he knew when the time came he might have too.

Albrecht just sighed and leaned back against the wall. Again and again he turned over his plan in his mind; going over every way out, where the guards would likely be, where Benigno would be...the thought brought a smile to his heavily scarred face.

[Grumbaki]

Albrecht once again found himself standing in the ring. Facing him across the pit was Franz, the former caravan guard. The man glared at him with all the nastiness and anger that a pit fighter slave could bring to bear. Seeing as how there were two Franz's in the hole, everyone had simply thought of them as the fool and the fucker. Albrecht looked around at the roaring crowd. He glared at them when he saw some watchmen in it, still in their uniforms! His one good eye narrowed at Franz who was across from him. Franz had a hand axe in his right hand and a round shield in his other. Albrecht twirled his flail around in the air, while keeping his shield raised up in front of him. The crowd roared for blood. It demanded it!

With a curse on his lips Franz charged forward. Albrecht could see in his eyes that the caravan guard was ready to die. He didn't care anymore whether he lived or died, in fact, he was probably hoping for the release. He was weak. He was nothing, he deserved to die! Albrecht readied himself to take the attack...

Round 1
Franz: Roll to hit-20. Roll to dodge-16. Dodged.
Albrecht: Roll to hit-62

Franzed came right at Albrecht, his axe coming down right towards his head. Albrecht stepped aside and swung his flail in a deadly arc towards Franz. The caravan guard, out of pure instinct, jumped back, letting the flail sail harmlessly by.

Round 2
Franz: Roll to hit-38. Roll to dodge-43. Right Leg. Roll to wound-4. 4 wounds taken.
Albrecht: Roll to hit-32. Roll to dodge-63. Right Arm. Roll to wound-3. 5 wounds taken.
Albrecht wins round 2

Franz stepped forward and brought his axe around, hitting Albrecht in right let. The blow cut a large wound into his thigh, though Albrecht didn't fall down. Instead he brought his flail around and smashed it right into Franz, who brought up his shield at the last moment. The flail smashed into it, sending splinters of wood flying. The blow nearly broke the shield, just as it nearly broke his arm. Still, Franz was knocked back a step by the powerful hit...

Round 3
Franz: Roll to hit-14. Roll to dodge-63. Left Arm. Roll to wound-1. 1 wound taken.
Albrecht: Roll to hit-68.
Franz wins round 3

Albrecht swung his flail around with all of his strength, intending to end the fight immidiatly. Franz though was no amateur, and he easily ducked beneath the flail and swung his axe. Albrecht took the blow on his shield, but the axe still hit hard and the blow was a jarring one.

Round 4
Franz: Roll to hit-8. Roll to dodge-74. Body. Roll to wound-6. 4 wounds taken. Albrecht is down to -1 wounds. Critical-3. Albrecht is knocked to the ground for 4 rounds.

Franz immidiatly followed up his attack with a bash with his shield right into Ablrecht's gut. The blow doubled him over and sent him falling to the ground, winded...

Round 5
Roll to hit-25. Roll to parry-55. Roll to wound-6+6! Left arm-24 wounds! (prone target) Albrecht is dead, and after this poor showing I'm going to just let him die. Had a whole plan with him...but after this I'm just to disgusted. Damn...

Albrecht fell to the ground, obviously out of the fight. His flail and shield dropped from his hands involuntarily and he struggled to reach for them. The crowd was screaming for blood. The enforcers of the pit were starting to move in, calling for Franz to stand down. Albrecht looked up just in time to see an axe blade comming down to meet him...

[Brad the Inhaler]

OOC: Damn dude, you got 2 fate points, you sure you wanna let him go?