Dreadlords Evaluation

[Kael]

While the most eyes went to the arena, Kael had been at a different track. He had killed the same ‘man’ six times, in six ways. Everytime he was given a new restriction. The Proctors took his knife after kill one, his lockpicks after kill two, told him he couldn’t shift into a bird after kill three, a snake after kill four. More ‘guards’ were added after kill five. A ward placed over his door after kill six. Though the ‘people’ were only facsimiles, complex familiars that resembled humans, the entire process was a gruesome affair. Kael could scarcely believe these fair-skinned apes thought Goblins the barbarous ones.

“Initiate Gavorn is finished. You’re up.” A Proctor informed Kael, before pulling a small lever. The door in front of him opened and Kael was off, exploring a newly renovated pre-fab environment.

Bark! Bark!

The sound of angry guard dogs rang through the air. A definite wrinkle, but one Kael was prepared for. The goblin shifted to shape of a Cortosi Shepard, and there was a distinct shift in the barks of the dogs. From anger and alerting to confusion. The beasts quieted down as Kael hugged a wall, trotting down and sniffing out his environment. He could smell the other dogs simply enough, which meant they were real. The arcane phantoms left no such evidence. Continuing to go down the wall he caught scent of a pork stew, seasoned with pepper and other spices. Did he smell squash as well? And a strong, bitter scent with a note of dark chocolate. Coffee perhaps? The scents culminated in a single location, probably whatever was set up as the kitchen.

Dog-Kael began making his way to the scent. Where there was food there was an access point to any location in a camp, provided Kael played his cards right.

 

[Saderzaine Vult]

"Catrina definitely has the upper hand here, but any sort of blunder is still fatal for either side." he agreed with a nod. "I'm thinking that Marcia is reading the timing of her blows, though. By this point, Catrina's efforts to keep her on the back foot could or maybe even should have become a pattern."

Working with a shield as a main weapon set a rather unique style, one that meant a person would expect themselves to get hit. Indeed, fighters who focused on counters and strengthening stamina to last until their golden opportunity were no joke.

Their last fight had been cut short rather dramatically, but since then Sader had always wondered whether he would have won. Well, there was always next time unless there wasn't. "I think that the easiest way to turn the tide would be dodging or parrying a heavy attack, something with weight behind it. Knock em' off balance and take the chance." he muttered, half to himself and half to Takoda.

Thinking about Takoda, Sader's attention momentarily blipped away from the fight at hand to focus on his own battle. Sader could use a bow but had forgotten it in favor of arriving with his spear, meaning range was an issue. The biggest problem other than that was the idea of gravity getting messed up, but not all was too terrible. If someone jumped up, they fell down.

It all operated on lines, and that was thankfully pretty predictable if his opponent decided to start flying or something like that.

Takoda