Here at the Marienburg brawl, enter up to 4 Man-sized creatures with whatever you want on them! Currently known Major Moulders participating are:

Rawholf the Rattingale's Apprentice Hadlikaz
Entering with 2 Saurus, one with 4 poisoned arms and huge fangs and the other with two bladed tails, saws on each arm, and two fanged jaws. Also has a Savage Orc with 3 arms, two poisoned talons, and one with a Warp-Claw. Lastly, a Skavenslave with 5 WHOLE ARMS, one with a Weeping Blade, One with poisoned talons, one with a Warp-Blade, One with a Lightning Creator, and one that is dead.

Gargantuan the Great's Apprentice Faglikken
Entering with 3 Warpstone-Armoured Elves, one with three limbs (2 Saws and a Blade, one er each limb), and 2 with two arms and double poisoned talons. Also entering a Dwarf with a Lightning creator and Warp-Claw, Plate-armoured.

Marighal The Maggothole
Entering with 1 Mysterious creature of unknown origin, with 6 Arms, 4 with saws, one with a Warpfire Thrower, and the other one ldead. Also has 4 tails, 3 Bladed and One Dead. Two Heads, with one dead and limp. It is also rumoured that this creature has an exceptionally strong heart and is very smart.

We at the Brawl are of the Firmest belief that these three are the only ones with chances of winning. Place you bets and enter now!

Pillz

Krabaw entered the subscribsion hall, and whispered something in one of the rats in charge ear something. The in-charge rat nooded and krabaw leaved.

a packmaster under the employ of Scrokk the deranged aproched the rat in charge and handed him a parchment with something written on it...

Starting On Thursday along with Next Rounds of Ratfest and possibly Ogrefest.

Pillz

Unsatisfied with the lack of ogre sized mutations, drachau decided to test his luck with small creatures. He shall send in:

Meek

Mugar

Hiphril

Higrit

"They shall be victorius, or killed afterwords for disappointing the master"

Umm, unless hiphril doesnt count as a mansize thing... then just the other three.

OFFICIAL START SUNDAY

Pillz

The preliminary rounds began with the shot of the famed start-pistol.
One the far side of the designated brawl area, Drachau and his four creations charged their opponents. Meek and Mugar, two heavily equipped Giant Rats, followed Hiphril, a strange Dwarfen centaur. Lagging behind was Higrit, a mutated orc. Drachau's whip flashed as he herded them forward.

His opponent didn't look nearly so prepared. Only two lightly mutated humans awaited him. Drachau shook his head, digusted. Why would rats like this one even enter into a losing war?

Hiphril reached the first human easily. The Dwarf's flailed arm arced down onto the pathetic manthing that appeared to be having a breakdown. A sickening crach echoed through the arena as its head split open. Drachau grinned. He loved that sound.

The two rats were the next to reach their target. The human unsheathed huge talons coated in a purle slime. Drachau shrieked and ran forward to grab his beast's attanetion, but they payed him no mind. nor did they have to.

The swoosh of the talons slicing through the air was almost all that sounded in the stadium for several minutes. bettors knuckles were white from ripping the railings. Hiphril, now done bashing up the carcass, turned towards the last fight. The Orc, now done looked at the sand, followed suit. Almost as if they were telepathic, Hiphril and Higrit charged the remaining manthing. Drachau's opponent lashed out with his whip, tripping Hiphril. grimacing, Drachau raced over to the other Moulder and cracked his own whip, startling the Moulder about to go for the deathblow. The Elf drew his blade and unleashed a flurry of blows against his opponent, who was driven back.

Meanwhile, the Orc, who was skipping toward his foe, had no trouble at all. The human didn't notice him until the Orc cheerfully bashed his head open with the weight attached to his arm.

Heedless of the end of the battle, Drachau and his opponent Bilix kept fighting, but the Elf's superior skills were paying off. only when the startpistol want off again, landing a bullet near the two of them, did the two stop fighting and Bilix angrily ran off the arena.

***

Meanwhile, Scrokk faced a better opponent. three beasts faced him, all heavily armoured. Three-armed monstrosities with what appeared to be saws on each arm. Scrokk shook his head. No-one went for variety anymore...

Scrokk shouted and cracked his whip, and his four rats flew into the air. The opponent laughed and called out that Scrokk was a coward. the Moulder merely smiled in response. They would soon see who the winner was...

Scrokk's creation Bobob hungrily swooped down on the central armoured figure. the figure was obviously stumped as to where his opponent's had gone. Bobob grabbed the creature by one of his armour's horns, and, muscles bulging, lifted his up in the air. The crowd cheered as Bobob reached the apex of his flight, circled by the other three rats.

Bobob then let go. The armoured figure fell, much to the delight of the crowd. The audience erupted in laughter as the falling beast fell directly on top of one of the other beasts. A sickening crunch followed (elliciting more laughter). the sole survivor whirled around, trying to locate his foe. Slowly, the beast stopped and looked up at the four rats swooping down on him like harpies. The audience cheered as the four rats tore into the exposed creature's face. Three down, none to go.

OOC: Stuff has been added for winning this.

NEXT ROUNDS

Faglikken v. Yggiltin
Marighol v. Hadlikaz
Scrokk v. Kahil
Valdren v. Jak
Thergyien v. Dhillenk
Skritten v. Tyrhol
Ghastor v. Drachau
Rolavin v. Killik

Pillz

Hey, what happened with Krabaw? Did he pull out of the tournament, or something like that?

He never joined... ;) Read his post carefully.... :P ~Mork

The start pistol rang out again as Drachau and his beasts entered the arena. As usual, Hiphril pulled ahead of the others before Drachau could see his opponent. when he did, he cursed. Ghastor had brought 4 Rataurs, a combination of Skaven, Rat, and Horse. Drachau tried to call Hiphril back, but it was too late. The Dwarf centaur slammed into the first of the Rataurs, his flail coming down hard on his opponent, who subsequently collapsed to the ground, slain.

Immediately, two of the Rataurs pressed the attack as Hiphril wildly swung his flail, catching one of his attackers. A satisfying crack echoed in the air as its skull shattered. Angry at his brother's loss, the last Rataur jammed its blades into Hiphril's side, and the Dwarfaur collapsed. For added measure, The Rataur trampled Hiphril's bloody corpse.

By this time, the other remaining Rataur Ghastor were in fierce combat with the two rats and Drachau. Ghastor's skill with the whip impressed Drachau, but soon the two Moulders were too close for such weapons. Drachau drew his blade before Faglikken could blink and slashed out at Ghastor's stomach, relishing in the blood that flowed out. Ghastor collapsed, his life fluids spilling out onto the ground, as Dracahu turned to see his rats rip apart their Rataur.

Suddenly something slammed into Drachau and he was bowled over. He screamed in pain as much of the skin on his stomach was ripped out by the last Rataur. Drachau was helpless, his weapons thrown far distant. In between screams, Drachau tried to call for his creature's help. His hopes grew as his two rats appraoched, but were soon shattered as they too began feasing on him. Roaring in frustration, Drachau realized he was powerless.

Until Higrit arrived.

The Black oc smashed the Rataurn aside in a frenzy, giggling insanely as it fell over. he then turned to Mugar and Meek, who gave to Orc a fearful look before fleeing. Moaning, Drachau stood and gathered his weapons. The day was his, but he had to save his other creations....

OOC: Drachau is heavily wounded, and Hiphril is dead. :( Or so it seems... :ph43r:

Pillz

Scrokk's opponent was much easier. Kahil brought three camels, one with a Ratling gun mounted on its back. As Skryre weapons tend to do, it fired as soon as the match started. The initial shots were followed by a loud bang as the Gun exploded, killing both that camel and the one next to it.

Scrokk laughed when he saw that. He couldn't possibly lose now...

And he didn't. Bobob flew down along with the other Flying Rats, and they together lefted up the flailing camel. the rats lost their grip several times on the way up, but eventually the poor camel was dropped, blades, saws, heads and all. An easy win for Master Scrokk.

OOC: All winnings tranferred, as well as bets. RondommaN: You lucky ducky :P

Faglikken v. Drachau
Marighol v. Jak
Dhillenk v. Skritten
Scrokk v. Rolavin

Pillz

Due to technical difficulties, (or so the announcer said), the Brawl was to be postponed until further notice.

Pillz

AND THE BRAWL HAS RETURNED!

Drachau had returned with Hiphril still intact. His opponent, Faglikken, was two beasts short. Only two miniature Ogres remained. drachau smiled wryly when he saw it. Faglikken had just shrunk two Ogres..... and it seemed that the potion had kicked into overdrive. Good.

The pistol went off and the Fight started. Faglikken's Ogres charged forward Drachau waited and watched as Hiphril also charged forward. The centaur was taller than the dwarf rat Ogres. The Elf laughed suddenly; the Ogres were still shrinking.

Hiphril hit the first Ogre, hooves flailing as well as flail. The ogres head exploded in a shower of blood.

Faglikken and his second Ogre then slammed into Hiphril's flanks. The centaur's flail collided with Faglikken's leg and sent him flying away. The vicious Ogre had no mercy and tore off most of Hiphril's side before clinging to the beast like a parasite.

By this time, Drachau had charged forward with his remaining beasts. His two rats ripped off the Ogre, covered in Hiphril's blood, and Mugar then delightedly beat the stuffing out of it. That was too easy for a round this high in the tournament....

***

Scrokk's match went as it had before. No-one had been prepared for flyers, and Scrokk did nothing. Just watched his beast swoop, attack, lift and drop. It really wasn't fair, though Scrokk as the last of Rolavin's Mutated Dwarfs fell from a height of ten meters. but that's the way the head rolls. he had a feeling that next round he wouldn't be so lucky....

Scrokk
Marighol
Skritten
Drachau

Scrokk v. Marighol
Skritten v. Drachau

Ca$h added.

Pillz

Ouch.

Marighol's match versus Scrokk was the fastest in the tournament.

As usual, scrokk let his rats fly, to try and lift and drop the beast. Bobob managed to lift it... but didn't see its sawed arm come up before the rat had dragged the beast up to far. Bobob squealed and then died as the saw cut into him, blood spewing everywhere.

Marighol's beast landed safely, and snarled as two more of the flying rats swooped down. The warpfire thrower on on one of the beast's arms went off, and one rat was incinerated instantly. the other had a damaged wing, and lost altuitude over the beast. The tail-blade slash made his death quick.

Only one left....

Marighol laughed. it was his, and he knew it. Scrokk knew he had no chance... yet he had to try. He screamed at his last rat to charge, but it didn't move. it flew away from the arena, never to return.

Scrokk gave his opponent a ferocious glare. Marighol would be sorry for that. Oh yes he would....

OOC: Unucky matchup there.

Pillz

The elf and the rat stared at eachother. Who would advance to the Penultimate round?

The Pistol went off. Hiphril was still alive through some miracle of nature, but was looking much worse for the wear. he kept in pace with the rest of Drachau's creations this time, wary of getting too far ahead.

Skritten was a short rat with a firce glare. He had four beasts as well. A man-sized spider, two modified goblins, and one shrunken troll.

Drachau carefully looked at the troll. it didn't appear to still be shrinking.... oh well. He would get around it.

Skritten shouted and cracked his whip. the spider charged forward, extending its metallic mandibles. Drachau gestured for Hiphril to take it out, and accompanied the gesture with a whip crack. But Hiphril knew what it was doing. It swung its flail, but at the last second, the spider had jumped. It soared above the centaur, who was looking around, puzzled. Drachau cursed and whipped the air above Hiphril's head. The whip made contact with the spider, who exploded in a shower of blood. Drachau grinned.

His grin quickly vanished as he realized that the spider had been a ploy. He cursed, and it was scarcely a second later that Skritten and his other creations slammed into Drachau's.

Drachau's Orc made quick work of one of Skritten's gobbos, and began trying to bash the other one, who was very good at dodging blows.

Meek and Mugar chittered wildly as they tried to take down the troll, but for every scratch they made, more flesh grew back. Drachau began helping his rats beat down the troll.

Angry, the troll smashed Mugar away, and the rat flew a good meter and a half before hitting the ground again.

The troll bared its teeth and laid into the other rat. Drachau used his whip against it, and somehow managed to get the whip around the troll's neck. A flick of the wrist, and the troll collapsed. Drachau wasted no time in hurrying over to the Orc, who still couldn't hit the Gobbo. the elf heard a crack behind him and whirled around to see Skritten smash Meek away. Drachau narrowed his eyes and let the Orc do his thing. Where in the UnderEmpire was Hiphril?

He got his answer soon enough. He charged from behind Drachau and slammed into Skritten, sending him flying backwards. The rat tried to stand, but the centaur's hooves made that difficult. Drachau smiled. It was his. He stopped running, and looked over just in time to see the orc slice the goobo in two. Drachau's grin spread. He had won again.

OOC: Drachau won, but Meek and Mugar appear to be slain.

Next up: Marighol v. Drachau!

Pillz

ooc:
dang.

say, how come makari never used his Jezzail? 1's when rolling to see if he was under control he. He went psychotic... ^_^

Pillz

mutate: ok, makes sense

And Meek and Mugar are back yet again! Murmurs of heresy and black magic rippled through the crowd.... after all, Drachau WAS an elf...

The starting pistol went off, and Drachau looked over at Marighol. The other Moulder grinned back, baring his teeth. The Maggothole had no fear...

Marighol drove his beast forward, and Drachau urged his on too, making sure that Hiphril was kept in check. Strength in numbers should work...

The two groups hit eachother, and the first thing that the audience could see was Marighol fly back, struck by a flail. The crowd giggled. Marighol wasn't very popular...

Marighol's beast stared around dumbly as the flail struck him head on. The beast reared back, and looked at Hiphril with hurt eyes. Drachau almost a felt a twinge of pity for the beast.

Almost.

He whipped his two Orcs and his rat into the fight. they went in with a vengeance. Marighol's beast whimpered without his master. Drachau sneered. All it had taken was one blow... if only the others had managed it... The elf laughed as Marighol'sbeast shuddered, then lay still. It was a sign of poor make if a beast could not function without its master. it appeared that Marighol made his beasts too dependent on him... an exploitable weakness.

Drachau hoped that no toher Moulders had picked that up...

OOC: Drachau has won... and with him go the spoils.... remember this match.... it may come in handy....

Pillz