"Blood Duel" Arena of Death Competition

[Brother Caleb]

The Results of the first battle. Battleleader Kelgrin Stormclaw VS Wolf Guard Miijal Swiftrend.

Winner Miijal Swiftrend

 

The hush fell over the Pit of Trials in the depths of the Fang.Ranks of Wolves stood in a rough semi circle around the pit,awaiting the yearly Clashing of the Shields. This year the competition was opened to all within the Fang.

 

From opposite sides of the semi-circle stepped the first two warriors,to the cheers and howls of the spectators.First to raise his weapons in the salute of challenge was Miijal Swiftrend,who won his spot in the Wolfguard decades ago. The Terminator armor he wore shone in the firelight,the energy sheathing the twin wolf claws he carried glowing with a soft blue light as he raised them above his head and gave a howl of challenge,which was eagerly taken up by his opponent as he stepped into the circle. Kelgrin Stormclaw,trusted battle leader to his Lord and the greatest of his Wolf Guard.Clashing his own wolfclaw against the boss of his Storm Shield,his lighter power armor giving his movements a grace and speed that it seeemed the slower Wolfguard would not be able to match.

 

As the Grey Mage raised his staff and called for the fight to begin,both sprang forward to the attack. Kelgrin's charge stuttered to a stop as the heavier Terminator-clad Wolfguard sprang forward,slamming into the battle-leader's shield with a great crash,forcing him back a step.Unleashing a rapid succession of heavy punches to Kelgrin's stomach, Mijaal sought to dig the blades of his claws in, but Kelgrin's stormshield had covered his vitals,leaving nothing for his claws to catch. With a snarl as he sprung away, Mijaal slammed an elbow towards Kelgrin's face, but he turned at the last second and turned it to a glancing blow and using the spin into a low swing at Mijaal's feet,first with the blades of his claw and then the metal rim of his shield,slamming into Mijaal's knee and crushing the metal plate and digging into the knee beneath. As his knee collapsed beneath him,Miijal brought both wolf claws up into Kelgrin's stomach,digging through the power armor and inflicting deep punctures. Kelgrin let loose a gasp and then bared his throat,surrendering.

 

As the two limped apart,both saluted each other and then the Statue of Leman Russ carved to watch over the pit of trials. At the edge of the circle,Marshal Wilhelm stood,his Black armor a shiny counterpoint to the lighter colored armor of the Wolves. Passing a full ale stein into Kelgrin's shaking hand,Wilhelm supported the injured Wolf towards the care of the Wolf Priests.

 

(This one was fairly even till the very end,with many hits some wounds and a whole bunch of saves,all told a very good fight from both contestants.When writing it I did in fact accidentally forget about Wilhelm wanting to be wearing the pom poms and cheering him on)

 

Well fought.

 

Thanks for the write-up.

[Sharpsilver]

The Results of the first battle. Battleleader Kelgrin Stormclaw VS Wolf Guard Miijal Swiftrend.

Winner Miijal Swiftrend

 

The hush fell over the Pit of Trials in the depths of the Fang.Ranks of Wolves stood in a rough semi circle around the pit,awaiting the yearly Clashing of the Shields. This year the competition was opened to all within the Fang.

 

From opposite sides of the semi-circle stepped the first two warriors,to the cheers and howls of the spectators.First to raise his weapons in the salute of challenge was Miijal Swiftrend,who won his spot in the Wolfguard decades ago. The Terminator armor he wore shone in the firelight,the energy sheathing the twin wolf claws he carried glowing with a soft blue light as he raised them above his head and gave a howl of challenge,which was eagerly taken up by his opponent as he stepped into the circle. Kelgrin Stormclaw,trusted battle leader to his Lord and the greatest of his Wolf Guard.Clashing his own wolfclaw against the boss of his Storm Shield,his lighter power armor giving his movements a grace and speed that it seeemed the slower Wolfguard would not be able to match.

 

As the Grey Mage raised his staff and called for the fight to begin,both sprang forward to the attack. Kelgrin's charge stuttered to a stop as the heavier Terminator-clad Wolfguard sprang forward,slamming into the battle-leader's shield with a great crash,forcing him back a step.Unleashing a rapid succession of heavy punches to Kelgrin's stomach, Mijaal sought to dig the blades of his claws in, but Kelgrin's stormshield had covered his vitals,leaving nothing for his claws to catch. With a snarl as he sprung away, Mijaal slammed an elbow towards Kelgrin's face, but he turned at the last second and turned it to a glancing blow and using the spin into a low swing at Mijaal's feet,first with the blades of his claw and then the metal rim of his shield,slamming into Mijaal's knee and crushing the metal plate and digging into the knee beneath. As his knee collapsed beneath him,Miijal brought both wolf claws up into Kelgrin's stomach,digging through the power armor and inflicting deep punctures. Kelgrin let loose a gasp and then bared his throat,surrendering.

 

As the two limped apart,both saluted each other and then the Statue of Leman Russ carved to watch over the pit of trials. At the edge of the circle,Marshal Wilhelm stood,his Black armor a shiny counterpoint to the lighter colored armor of the Wolves. Passing a full ale stein into Kelgrin's shaking hand,Wilhelm supported the injured Wolf towards the care of the Wolf Priests.

 

(This one was fairly even till the very end,with many hits some wounds and a whole bunch of saves,all told a very good fight from both contestants.When writing it I did in fact accidentally forget about Wilhelm wanting to be wearing the pom poms and cheering him on)

 

Well fought.

 

Thanks for the write-up.

 

Aye, good fight Caleb, Ale? :cry:

[Warhorse47]

Nice job Req! Looking forward to more reports!

[Requiem of the Wolf]

*nods,saluting asvald with the ale mug,his right hand still wrapped in a plasticene cast* "Aye..That does sound like a good thing. Besides.."*grins widely as a Sister of Battle steps forward to help support him* "I found a lovely lass to help me eat till it heals in a week." With a chuckle at the young Sister's blush,the trio head off to dinner.

 

(Yeah,I just thought it was hilarious lol. Im begining to think that name is cursed as far as my army goes lol. When doing a necromunda style/40k mashup,the only model to ever die,and three times at that,was the one named damian lol. And thanks for the compliments guys,I will be doing the other two first round ones,and if anyone wants input on how their warriors fight,feel free to PM me. Maybe if im lucky I will be able to write up the rest of the Fangs reports too.)

 

(And Asvald,well fought my friend.When the reports showed us both as primarily using our plasma pistols by preference,i had the sudden image of how cool it would be to have a Space Wolf old west gunfight. And then the report came in and I couldn't help but laugh. Specially at the guy running the ones,and his statement about how he was trying very hard not to make a damian the skalded joke lol. But yeah,1 on hit,1 on armor save,then turn around you roll 6 to hit,I roll 1 on invuln. So i tried to represent that as best I could lol. Good luck in future rounds,and make it so that at least i lost to the winner of the tournament eh?)

[Brother Caleb]

Req,

 

I appreciated your depiction of Kelgrin as agile, fierce, and calculating.

[Zynk Kaladin]

Hail to the champion and much praises his way. We can only hope the defeated will train hard to improve himself for battles to come...

 

Can I request prettier cheer leaders? Our brother-Templar is lacking in... well... certain areas of interest...

[Marshal Wilhelm]

When's my Kier bear fighting?

[Hotspur]

Good luck in future rounds,and make it so that at least i lost to the winner of the tournament eh?

 

I'll most certainly try, but I think it will be difficult w/ combatants the calibre of our brothers here at the Fang. Congratulations to the victors of the first round!

 

Oh, and by the way, what's with Wilhem dressing up like a cheerleader and hanging all over Wolf Lord Kieran?

 

Stop it. Stop it now. It's grossing me out... :P

[Requiem of the Wolf]

Req,

 

I appreciated your depiction of Kelgrin as agile, fierce, and calculating.

Not a problem..I based what i wrote on what the fig looked like,what I thought would be cool,and how I thought Wolves would fight. I knew they wouldn't be the time to pull punches or hold back,though not fighting to the death but certainly the loser of the fight would know he was in a battle lol.

[Marshal Wilhelm]

*nods excitedly to retainers*

*bangs stein on table*

 

"Brothers, the Ultramarine AoB forum winner is Silon Almech [Khornehunter's Captain w/ LC, SS, Artificer armour].

Of course I expect no less from one who has studied in the ways of the Knight!

*cheers from BT retainers*

As we all know, book knowledge only gets you so far in life, what chance did the Ultras really have?! :blink: "

*everyone cheers*

 

"Altogether now,

Why are we waiting,

What is Req pontificating,

Oh, why are we waiting

So-oo long?

 

Why are we waiting,

I wish that Sister he'd stop dating,

Oh, why are we waiting?

If he doesn't hurry up we'll give him a plate-ing?

Oh, why are we waiting,

Oh, why, why, why?"

 

*finishes Elk ribs in anticipation of a handy plate*

:teehee:

[Jarl Kjaran Coldheart]

@hotspur: i really dont know just how out of hand Willie is...i am worried one of his future posts will be along the lines of "Its puts the lotion on the skin or else it gets the hose again!!!" :devil:

 

@kaladin: he does put alot of pep in his efforts though...i would be more flattered if he didnt want me to win to immediately defeat me on his road to champion of the universe.

 

 

WLK

[Marshal Wilhelm]

@kaladin: he does put alot of pep in his efforts though...i would be more flattered if he didnt want me to win to immediately defeat me on his road to champion of the universe.

WLK

 

I will allow you to duff over some other forum champions before we meet. You'll feel better that way ;)

 

I am glad that you recognise my destiny is inevitable and certain :) . I just hope you didn't consult any of your shamans in doing so, but don't worry, I have a hose and some lotion that is very helpful in cleansing the taint of witches away :yes: .

[Requiem of the Wolf]

I am simply waiting for the results of the next 2 battles. Otherwise I can just make things up but i wuldnt recommend it lol.

[Requiem of the Wolf]

Well its that time again..time for the rest of the Battle reports,as well as hopefully shortly the match ups for the next round. I know the other chapters are eagerly awaiting to know which wolf will be the one sending them to the infirmary so we shouldn't prolong their suffering any longer eh?

 

Wolf Lord Garm Ironhand vs Wolfguard Battleleader Lars Wraithdoom

Wolf Lord Garm Ironhand wins.

 

The next round was gotten underway shortly,after a impromptu mid-duel show was started when a Black Templar Chaplain,clearly looking for Marshal Wilhelm,stepped into the arena floor and was quickly bounced on his backplate by a strike from the Grey One's Runestaff,as he was in the process of announcing the next pair of combatants.

 

As their names were called,Wolf Lord Garm Ironhand,and Wolfguard Battleleader Lars Wraithdoom stepped forward. Garm held his power axe lightly in one hand,while in the other rested Foehammer,the bolt pistol he had carried through countless battlefields. Opposite him,Lars held a blade of energized diamond,the power field surrounding it giving off a icy blue cold, while a Stormshield,embossed with his Lord's symbol was slung across his back. Upon seeing his opponent's lack of a ranged weapon,Garm holstered his pistol,saluting with the power axe before switching it to a two handed grip.Acknowledging Garm's gesture,Lars unlimbered the shield and banged the edge of the blade against it,before springing forward in a charge.

 

The two warriors,both veterans of many battles,met each other in a swirl of lightning fast swings,parries and jabs. Time and again,Garm would swing his axe in short slashes,only to meet the power-sheathed shield,while parrying the longer blade of Lars with the buttspike of the axe,using the close range and weight of the shield to hamper Lar's attacks. The two sprang apart for a moment before clashing again,this time with far more telling results. Lars brought the tip of the frostblade in for a thrust into Garm's thigh,abandoning defense to slam the rim of his shield into his ribs.This all out assault cost him however as Garm brought the axe blade down into Lars' sword arm,before reversing the axe and slamming the metal shod handle into Lars' temple,the first mighty blow stunning him and the second sending him crashing to the ground unconcious.

Staggering,Garm raises his axe and lets loose a howl of victory,before following the servitors carrying Lars to the Infirmary.

 

(this one was over very quickly once they got into hand to hand,with each giving and recieving two unsaved wounds,leaving Garm on his last leg and Lars defeated.)

[Zynk Kaladin]

Short.... sweet... and to the point.

[CainTheHunter]

Willie will be disapointed.

[Requiem of the Wolf]

Gromgol the Lost vs Asgot the Godi.

Gromgol the Lost won

 

After the suddenness of the last bout,all eyes were eagerly watching for the next combatants.A hush fell when onto the field stepped Gromgol the lost.His scarred countenance and grim demeanour were not nearly as chilling as what he represented to every Wolf in the hall.The rare few Wolfguard who had walked a similar path,bowed their heads for a moment,remembering the fallen packs they had come from,a low mournful howl echoed in each of their throats.While to the rest of the Wolves,their voices were silent,as each,even down to the impetous Blood Claws,contemplated the terrible burden Gromgol carried. The last of his pack,sole survivor and honor bound to seek his doom avenging their loss and his own dishonor for having survived when they did not. For the Space Wolves,the loss of pack was a fate far worse then any death.

The oppressive quiet continued as Asgot the Godi,Wolf Priest and veteran of 200 years of battle stepped forward to meet him. The large bulk of his Terminator armor,jet black and adorned with the Wolf Skull of his office made him seem as death personified,a message not lost upon those watching. Gromgol nodded once,the shield strapped to his arm glowing with power,the Plasma pistol held in his hand bearing the name-runes of his fallen brothers etched into the sights.Asgot returned the curt nod,knowing well the sadness and battle rage welling within Gromgol's heart.Raising the symbol of his office into the air,Asgot saluted and indicated his readiness,the storm bolter held in his offhand pointed low.

 

With a snarl,the first hint of the rage within him peeking out,Gromgol charged at Asgot,who opened fire with his stormbolter,sending rapid fire blasts into him.The bolter rounds impacted upon Gromgol's armor,digging furrows in it and shaking him from side to side but his relentless advance never slowed.The second volley opened up several gashes on Gromgol's cheek but still failed to slow the rapidly berserking warrior's charge at all. With his control rapidly fading,Gromgol sent a superheated ball of plasma at Asgot,catching the Wolf Priest's swordarm and superheating the Terminator's armor plate to the consistency of butter. As Asgot howled in pain,dropping his Crozius,Gromgol lept upon him,Bowling over the heavier Wolf with sheer fury,his open hand grabbing Asgot by the face and driving the back of the Wolf Priest's skull into the floor,knocking him senseless. As Gromgol raised his fist up once more,preparing to bring it down with all the might his body could produce into the unconcious Wolf Priest's face,the flicker of reason reappeared in his eyes. Unable to stop the blow,Gromgol shifted his weight and slammed his fist into the ground by Asgot's head,leaving a bloody indentation in the metal.

 

As he rose,the nearest Wolves winced at the sound of him popping the knuckles of his injured hand back into place...

 

(I had a lot of fun writing this one up..I have allways felt that they never give enough on what other wolves would think of the Lone wolves,and how it would affect them. Adding into that the rules they have,these guys would be very similar to the dwarven trollslayer ideal.Which is kind of how I wrote this one. the actual fight had a whole bunch of hits from Asgot but failing to wound,while Gromgol used his plasma pistol and got two wounds.But I felt this was far more cinematic *grins*)

[CainTheHunter]

Gromgol the Lost won

 

 

So he lost or won? :)

[Marshal Wilhelm]

Gromgol the Lost won

So he lost or won? :)

 

He once was lost, but now is won

:)

[Brother Tyler]

Round 2 battles:

• Wolf Lord Garm Ironhand vs Wolf Guard Battle Leader Asvald Hotspur
  
• Brother Gromgol the Lost (who won) vs Wolf Guard Miijal Swiftrend
  

If you have special instructions, please send them to me or post them ASAP. I'll run the battles just as soon as I'm able, and if Requiem is still inclined to write the batreps I'll send the results to him so that he can work his creative magic.

[Sharpsilver]

How perculier, thought there were more than eight combatants to fight originally.

 

Oh well. :lol:

[Marshal Wilhelm]

This all out assault cost him however as Garm brought the axe blade down into Lars' sword arm,before reversing the axe and slamming the metal shod handle into Lars' temple,the first mighty blow stunning him and the second sending him crashing to the ground unconcious.

Staggering,Garm raises his axe and lets loose a howl of victory,before following the servitors carrying Lars to the Infirmary.

 

 

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak

Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

 

You cannot be serious.

 

Lars and the fabled 3++ shield fell to one without an invulnerable save, a shooty gun or a really choppy weapon....

:thanks:

 

Nought's had, all's spent,

Where our desire is got without content.

 

My heart is sore.

 

*empathetic thunderwolf snuggles Marshal Wilhelm, who pats the beast whilst his post-human eyes glaze over*

[CainTheHunter]

This all out assault cost him however as Garm brought the axe blade down into Lars' sword arm,before reversing the axe and slamming the metal shod handle into Lars' temple,the first mighty blow stunning him and the second sending him crashing to the ground unconcious.

Staggering,Garm raises his axe and lets loose a howl of victory,before following the servitors carrying Lars to the Infirmary.

 

 

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak

Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

 

You cannot be serious.

 

Lars and the fabled 3++ shield fell to one without an invulnerable save, a shooty gun or a really choppy weapon....

:)

 

Nought's had, all's spent,

Where our desire is got without content.

 

My heart is sore.

 

*empathetic thunderwolf snuggles Marshal Wilhelm, who pats the beast whilst his post-human eyes glaze over*

 

'Tis safer to be that which we destroy

Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

[Lord Clinto]

*Takes a hunk of roasted mammoth to Asgot, to help him recover; all the while considering how shameful it would feel had the good priest been slain in an honorable duel.*

 

Really nice batreps Requiem. I never thought of the trollslayer/lone wolf similiarities before.

 

 

I'm beginning to think Gromgol's epithet, while fluffy, makes things more difficult storywise lol. =)

 

 

Gromgol's stock instructions should be fine for the next match.

 

 

 

 

How perculier, thought there were more than eight combatants to fight originally.

 

Oh well. :)

 

 

I see a bunch of entries that don't have pics of their minis. That probably disqualified them =(.

[Requiem of the Wolf]

Thanks guys. And I would be happy to do the rest of them.