Ogre King

[18:19] Gluruk notices a girl walking through Escher. Nobody would know who to fear if he avoids all contact with the tiny men and women of Escher.

The Ogre approached her his breath smelt recant; he had bloodstains on his claws and horns. The Ogre looks as if he's been run through the wringer. But that didn't stop him before, and it won't now.

He blew his hot breath in the girl's face.

"Your girl will battle Gluruk and will show Escher who the true king of Ogre's are. Will face in combat no matter how young girl might look; if hold weapon old enough to fight Gluruk."

The Ogre beats his chest as the earth around him began to shift; he covered himself in a thick layer of earth armor. It was clear the Ogre was ready for battle.

With each movement, the earth would obey his command; he smiled at the girl.

"Gluruk will give second to prepare self."
(Gluruk)
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[18:28] Exploring, hunting, clearing her mind.

All were true about the Meztin as she made her way through the wilderness north of Moxtili. Her face painted slightly, red ink around her eyes and at the center of her forehead allowing her to see beyond what may have otherwise been there. Everything seemed to have new more vibrant colors about them as she witnessed the energies of the world converge around every living being with even a modicum of ability to hold some sort of mana. It was all rather wonderous, well that was until a rather hulking form made its presence visible to her.

She stood with no fear in her eyes as the creature approached, blowing hot breath directly into her face before it spoke. "Hmmm..." Her hand reached behind her back as her bow found itself pulled loose once more.

"I've never fought an orgre before... Time to add you to the list Gluruk."

She didn't seem bothered in the slightest, perhaps even excited that she had a chance to fight such a being.

"Very well... Lets see what the True King of Ogres can do."
(Wynne Meztin)
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[18:33] {Won Dangerous RPB against Wynne Meztin}
[18:33] * You have been awarded 3 Roleplay Points! *
[18:33] ** Gluruk has inflicted an injury upon Wynne Meztin. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)") **
[18:48] The small Meztin didn't know what she'd be going up against, and the Ogre king would gladly show her. Her first mistake was accepting his battle in the forest; the ground around them began turning soft with a stomp. He dashed towards her slapping her deep into the stand.

Once she appeared, he summons a wave of stand followed by waves over the mud to keep her movements at bay. The Ogre kind smiles and beats on his chest, the bone armor slowly breaking with each slap.

SNAP, CRACKLE, POP

The girl fought hard, but it wasn't enough; the Ogre king kept his distance from her, summoned sand around her arm. She couldn't move; raising his hand, he'd make a fist. The around her would crush her arm, but that was all he managed to do for now.

He was a monster, but he wasn't a monster.

"GLURUK REMIANS THE KING OF OGRE'S WOWOWOWOWOWO"

He wasn't sure where else to go, so he stood there for a moment, looking at the sky. He wasn't sure he'd get this far and unsure of what his next move should be.
(Gluruk)
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[18:53] Perhaps there was a bit of overconfidence within the Meztin that drove her actions to be a tad more reckless then they would have been otherwise. But beyond that with all of the added fluctuations due to the recent ritual, the area around the ogre as he would cast his magic seemed distorted, shifting far more then she would have been used to normally.

She would grow used to it sure, but there was no way that it would do her any good in this situation as she felt the earth and sand slam into her form time and time again. Her own magics not seeming to do as much as she wanted as arrow after arrow was slung in the direction of the creature.

Frustration mounting she found herself lifted by the arm with sand moving and twisting around her before finally crushing down on the appendage. Broken bones cracked audibly as she let out a sudden wail and crashed to the floor in pain.

"For now ya' bastard... f'r now..." Shemuttered beneath her breath as her form seemed to shatter like glass where she stood. An illusion to cover her retreat as the Meztin stumbled through the woods towards somewhere that could help her.
(Wynne Meztin)
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