From: Heath LEES (muddy999_at_bigpond.com)
Date: Wed Sep 17 2003 - 22:28:25 BST
Garrott has a feeling about the finding by the secretive manner of the Elven girl, had Maerath been wounded, he was sure that they would have dropped the material to show his lifeblood running away. His skin takes on the complexion of burnt wood as the magistrates pronounce their finding and he hikes up his shield. Seeing the magistrates running, he draws his massive broadsword and looks to Lenora and Rose.
"Travar city of champions" the first of the crowd running into the arena. "City of mob rule more like it. TO ME!" The big Obsidiman leaps the railing with a bellow like thunder in the mountains. Nothing is fancy about his movements, swatting at people with the flat of his blade and striking out with boot and shield as he tries to bull a swathe through to his new warrior companion, bellowing in Obsidiman all the way.
(Upon reaching Maerath, he will grin with a fatalistic nod and then stand back to back with the warrior and fight until he has to. If first blood is drawn upon him, he will reply in kind...not pussy footing about.)
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