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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jul 18, 2012 19:50:26 GMT -5
As word of the Wind Festival's commencement came to The Hollow, their leader, a warrior bird. A creature of hardship, scared and stained from the blistering sands, hard labor, and the tide of countless battles opened up the next round of games.
Hjrat, of golden eagle and lion, whose body had been worn so hard by the test of time and trail now was stricken with steel in talon and beak. Despite his seemingly debilitating hardships, he was still feared and fiercely upheld the rule of law that only the foolish and dead questioned. The Hollow was his, and here, his rule unofficially usurped King Whitefeahter's decrees. The Hollow was once a harsh, desolate place turned into a thriving mining community. Before being stripped bare of its most precious minerals and ores then left seemingly forsaken by the capitol upon the mountain. Through Hijrat's governance, griffons have etched out a spectacular settlement and tight community where fair trade and equality governed - with thriving and rich culture. He would be officiating the Roc Wrangling contest - winner was posed to receive a rare relic from his own collection.
The traditional sport of the region, Roc Wrangling, formally a blood-sport it had been quelled to reasonable rules in recent years. Here, a griffon (or pony) could test their strength and agility against the largest and most powerful of The Hollow's rocs. Inside the ring, the rules were simple, the first one to submit, fall, be thrown, or otherwise unable to compete further lost. Flying was only allowed in a hover of no more than 36 talons high - except in cases of thrown, though passing over the circumference resulted in a loss. Strikes against wings or neck were forbidden. The goal, wrestle the other into submission by any acceptable means possible.
Admin: Those who wish to participate, post up your attempt to wrestle a roc into submission. At the end, provide a number between 1-10. Dice roll will determine how successful. Rolls 2 numbers higher or less than the dice number will be considered successes during the first round. Internet dice roller will be used to ensure fairness. All are welcomed to attempt.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jul 30, 2012 19:14:53 GMT -5
First up was a young stallion with a milky colored coat and a sprigs of mint upon his flank. An earth-pony, strong, but young and hot-headed. He entered the arena, full of gusto – staring down the Roc that was too be his challenger. The large beast eyed with a hint of boredom – he was just a little pony after all, and the Roc was a large and proud beast. The milky stallion scrapped a hoof against the tough soil of the arena floor, baked hard from years of exposure. The Roc pecked and clawed in reply – the stallion stood his ground. Hijrat called the game to order, took up a small hammer in his talon as he watched the arena from his perch. Beside him a gong. With a sharp strike from the hammer, the game begun. Both contestants rushed towards each other, the stallion galloping with all his might and the Roc – with raised wings and in a hasty shuffle barred down upon the pony. They intertwined in a burst of feathers and fur. The stallion struck first with a sharp kick to the Roc’s chest, stumbling the bird momentarily. Staggered, the stallion tried another strike – this time the Roc expected it, and parried the pony’s kick with a slam from his wing, knocking the pony across the arena. The Roc continued, fluttering just enough off the ground to get in a quick burst to bear down upon the fallen pony, his talons outstretched to pin the stallion to the ground. The stallion recovered, just in time as the shadow of the bird fell upon and he rolled away – the Roc striking nothing but hard dirt. In that moment, the stallion leapt to his hooves and countered with sweeping kick to the Roc’s legs, tumbling the large bird. Then, with this moment of weakness, the stallion leapt upon the Roc, his forehooves grappling around the bird’s neck as he tried to wrestle him to the ground.
Stallion rolls a 2. Admin roll: 2  Critical success.
The stallions attempt at the grapple succeeds, he uses that great earth-pony strength, and slams the Roc’s head down into the dirt. Keeping his lock as the Roc struggles to break free, but with his hooves firmly planted into the soil and with all his might, the three short rings from the gong signals his victory. Hijrat congratulates the pony, and that they’ll see him in the next round. |
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Post by Red Charge on Aug 3, 2012 11:00:32 GMT -5
Firefly walked into the wrangling ring, bolstering with pure confidence and rage, having to push her way through many pesky griffons on her way there. She never wrangled a roc before and she wasn't half as talented a warrior as her brother Percheron was. But she had brute force, and the hot-headed determination to take down anything in her path. Her smoldering glare shot across the ring to the roc as she cracked her neck loudly.
"Alright birdbrains," She said, knowingly insulting every griffon in the area as well, as she clapped her hooves together several times and kicked up some dirt, "Let's roc." as soon as the gong was heard instantly kicked up a heavy dust barrage with her wings, covering the entire area with an impenetrable cloud. Launching herself right at the large bird, sending a furious back flip double kick at its chin, hoping to knock it backwards so she could lunge and pin it down.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Aug 3, 2012 13:31:16 GMT -5
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Admin roll: 9  (Way better dice roller :3) Success
Firefly would find her attack to be successful! The back flip struck the Roc straight under the beak, knocking its birdbrain around its skull and causing him to tumble over onto his back, wings spread out, his bird legs sticking straight up in the air, twitching. The Roc, still dazed when Firefly pinned, proves successful. With three short rings from the gong signals her victory. Hijrat congratulation Firefly on her victory, chased with a soft comment about her use of 'birdbrains', and signals for the next contestant to the field while several griffon attendees drag off the dazed Roc. |
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Aug 10, 2012 18:06:29 GMT -5
Admin – Round 2 As the last contestant, a young griffon, is thrown from the arena by swift buck from a Roc the next rounds begins. Once more, the milky coated stallion emerges, waving a hoof to the crowd which is met in reply with a cheer. He was eating up the crowds applause, then came the new Roc. Larger than the last, a full fledged adult. He was far bigger than the pony as well, stood a towering pony taller than himself. He looked up as the shadow cast by the beast enveloped him. He gulped. Hijrat signaled the next round to commence and the gong sounded The Roc acted first, almost simultaneous with the gong, streaked forward with a blinding-sided rush. The stallion was slammed against the far wall, crushed against the wood and stone enclosure. With a burst of adrenaline, the stallion strained back against the force bird, getting a grip with his hooves against the wall he kicked off and plowed back into the beast’s body, stumbling the bird. The stallion riposted with a double buck with his rear hooves, striking the lower extremities of the Roc, causing it to slam face first into the dirt. The battle seemed it would be over quick as the stallion leapt upon the bird and attempted to pin him.
Stallion: 4 Admin roll: 10, stallion’s roll is a crit-failure 
The Roc had lured the stallion into a clever ruse, playing dead. The moment the stallion attempted his pinning, the Roc flipped over, in a barrel roll, the stallion with him and slammed the pony into the dirt with terrible ferocity. The crowd cringed and ‘oowed’. The pony was completely dazed, triumphantly, the Roc pressed a large talon upon the pony’s body, as if he were prey and let out a high-pitched victory screech. Hijrat calls the round and the stallion is dragged away by attendants. |
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Aug 31, 2012 23:09:01 GMT -5
With the last of the two remaining contestants flung from the arena, Hijrat proclaimed the winner to be the pony Firefly. Though the performances this year were rather lack-luster, a victory was a victory. Firefly was called back out into the arena for Hijrat’s congratulations.
“The pony Firefly, I wish to congratulate you on your fine showing and performance against the Roc. As the last one remaining, I issue you the title of this year’s Roc champion and all the prestige there of. Consider yourself an honorary citizen of the Hollow and all the rights and privileges there-of. I also offer to you a symbol of your strength and title.” The griffon proclaimed as another, smaller one swooped down beside Firefly. Clasped in his talons and presented before the pony were a set fine steel greaves of exceptional griffon craftsmanship. “Wear these Roc Biters with pride for very few ponies have ever had the honor before you. And with this, I call an end to the game.” Addressing the crowd, “May the winds favor you all this day.”
Admin- Received: Roc Biter Greaves, when worn character receives increased fortitude and attack strength. Greaves also increase respect from griffons from The Hollow.
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