TotG:Darth Morgoth VS. Serock Hoath!

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Demonsgate.​

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A world of fire, flame, and death. The planet was known as a world of constant volcanic activity, massive erupting flows of lava and huge spurts of magma were not an uncommon sight upon this world. Its polar region were naught but massive volcanic fields that stretched for miles and miles. Black rock etched with red rivers went on as far as the eye could see. Danger and death lurked around every corner, and it was here that the first leg of the tournament began.​

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The Tournament of the Gods, the Opening of Moross space. Twenty Four people had been rotted from hundreds of thousands, each one exceptional in some way, each one chosen to provide entertainment for the masses.​

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The God of Moross had created this tournament to turn the eyes upon their people, to show the galaxy what Moross had to offer, both through the beauty of its worlds, and the eccentricity of its Tournament. These battles were composed of everything, from deathly bouts in fields of lava, to the sands of a billion credit Arena. The Tournament of the Gods would be broadcasted to every home in the galaxy, and would be seen by all.​

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The First world was Demonsgate, the unrelenting Hell Hole of a planet so coveted for its ores.​

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It was here, in the northern volcanic fields that the twenty four contestants had been transported in pairs. Camera Drones hovered around them as they slowly gained their footing, and the match began.​

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[member="Darth Morgoth"] VS. [member="Serock Hoath"]!​

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Hoath lit up a cigarette and took in a deep breath, savoring the burning sensation filling his lungs.

Addiction was a schutta sometimes.

They had been dropped off on two different locations, the old Warlord guessed they were opposite ends of the metaphorical map, all about traversing the space and getting to each other, perhaps even off’ing one another without the other guy noticing ya.

Now that would have been interesting.

Hunting each other like in the days of old.

But with today’s youth Serock doubted that would happen, probably would end with the two of ‘em comparing tools while verbally sparring. Mixed with some actual fighting in between.

Fun.

He spit out his cigarette and walked into the night, while trying to find some higher ground.

Might give him an advantage.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

[member="Serock Hoath"]
Melkor rode atop his savage Tu'kata mount, smoking a cigar. He had been told that he could be as armed as well as he wanted and he was gonna take advantage of that. His wolflike steed stood on top of a ridge, looking down on the amazing landscape. He knew that his ws his terrain, and he was a born hunter. Though he had become accustommed to newer tech and fighting styles, he never forgot his tribal roots. This would be the perfect chance to get back to that side of himself. He had his sabers on his belt, along with two medium length blades on his back and a shortsword tucked into the back of his belt, out of sight. He also had an assortment of grenades and detonators. In his saddle bags he had his bow, and a few other blasters of his. He wore standard leather armor over his chainmail, along with his wardens cloak.

He was a true hunter and it was time to begin. He threw the butt of the cigar on the ground and raised the hood of his cloak. He then dipped his head allowing his essence to submerge into the Dark Current. He raised his head, his eyes glowing a icy cold blue, and said "Let the games begin!" in a dark voice, that would whisper like the waves of the ocean across the vast terrain.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Somewhere out there Hoath could hear the howling of an animal, a big animal. It wasn’t all too reassuring in the grand scheme of things, if the guy brought a beast with ‘em, what else would he have with him? Suddenly taking only a blaster and some other minor stuff with him seemed just a tad underpowered.

Part of him wanted to call in the single cavalry, but the other part- the stubborn part made Serock reconsider and with a grunt he simply pressed on.
It wasn’t especially hard to pin-point the guy. The beast made sure of that and not soon before long Hoath found himself staring from behind a distant hill at the lad with his overgrown pup, armed to the teeth with all manner of armament.

The guy would be able to take on a damn army with that kind of equipment.

Hoath sighed.

At least he could take it as somewhat of a compliment, he spit on the ground and kept an eye on the kid, making sure to note where he was going. Wind was facing him so the beast wouldn’t be able to catch his scent (not that the distance should have allowed that either way) and his taozin amulet should muffle his presence, point was… guy wasn’t gonna be able to spot him without working for it.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

[member="Serock Hoath"]
Melkor pulled out his bow and unfolded it, figuring it would be the best weapon for mounted combat. He smiled as he felt his prized rancor bone weapon in his hand. It ws his own creation, and the perfect weapon for hunting. He kicked his boots into the side of the Tu'kata. As the beast took off he remembered a more civilized aged, 1000 years ago when he had roamed the jungles with his Sith Tribe. He could hear his fathers voice, teaching him to shoot a bow from horseback, "Keep your legs tight and trust your mount to go where you need him to".

Melkor had always been a superb hunter and he was not going to miss his prey now. He rode into the vallley like area, reaching out his mind, letting his cold blue eyes search the area. As he rode the the valley he kept his gaurd up, his eyes allowing him to see the ripples of the forces current. As he approached a hill, he saw it, a slightly muddied area of the current. He had built armor out of toazin hide and knew the trademark signiture of its precense in the force. He did not react outwardly at all, the only movement he made as his mount strode past, was to move his empty right hand every so slightly towards his back. He continued to look forward as he walked into what would be his enemies line of attack.