The First Visit To The Arena

[DoS Archive]

From: uthengrunt@aol.com (UthenGrunt)
Date: 02 Feb 1998 20:07:00 EST

Uthengruntal Bloodhunt left the Dueling Arena, participating in this game of swording. He was left shocked in his visit to the halls. What pitiful excuses of men, he watched as he was 'defeated' in these games of blades with only one or two wounds in the match. It was shocking how they scored points for parrying off an opponents blade. In a match that two fought until the other was dead, stepping away from an attack or parrying off an opponents
blade would do nothing more than prolong your own life, but the fight would continue netherless.

He was also repulsed by the way these men allowed the females to fight beside them. It hurt Uthengruntal to watch these women fight, to watch what should be a thing of beauty scar herself with each wound that she received. In his home, Frostbreeze Yale, the women would be left behind, to tend their children so as to not hold problems with them. The frozen tundra proved instant death for ones that wondered too far away from shelter, more so with
children.

In his home everyone knew their roles, here, in this place called Rhy-Din, no one knows their role.

Watching these parasites eat and drink in a week more than his tribe ate in a months time... and his tribe could crush these insignificant southerners on a one-on-one basis! He held his tongue more times this night than he had his entire life, groups of southerners would group up and crush his beliefs with their foolish ways.

He was beginning to wish that he and his leader, Vervainis Yenis did not have to come this far south to speak with the Dwarven King about the possibility of alliance, wished that he did not have to maintain his body in shape and his skills sharp, and wished that he did not have to be around these people in order to do so.

Uthengruntal Bloodhunt was not the happiest of his barbarian tribe.