Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

Oh what a day it had been. Tournaments were always a grand time in the wandering Paladins opinion. Though it wasn't for her own sake, rather the cheering of the crowds and the laughter if merriment that always tugged the Orcs strings and drew her to it. Rarely did she ever compete however, leaving that to the pretty boys playing knights, boys who he never fought real monsters. They could be heard mocking some young lordling as soft, a fact Gwen felt could be said bout any man with shiny armour. Out of all the fighters, only her armour bore gashes from claws large as daggers, and teeth like pick axe blades, and still held. It only took the ghastly scar over the Orcs left eye to show she was quite acquainted with monsters. A momento of an old foe and a reminder of a dear friend. But it had been a while since she had a good fight, and she was three ales in when she signed the sheet, curious about this grand prize. Men spoke of gold, of treasures, of titles. But the bar keep, the locals, seemed to roll their eyes knowingly. Luckily the bar keep wasn't too tight lipped, and Gwen overheard him laughing with the helper boy bout the prize being more if a burden. Walking into the arena, black hair cut short save for long bangs beaded, her black armour contrasting her light green skin, covered by the occasional archaic symbol or tribal honor. The crowd didn't seem to know how to react as they saw her, an Orc and a paladin? But the children cheered, looking at her with amazement. And soon the rest followed, and Gwen gave them a good natured wave. She enjoyed their cheers not for her ego, but rather that they themselves felt joyful. The kids were the loudest, well, save the young lord who sar boredly on his throne. It made her heart twing, putting two and two together. And from there, every challange to her fell like dominos. Human, dwarf, elf, she knocked an all down, alternating between her staff and her whip. Blades were for monsters, so her short blades stayed sheathed. She didn't even realize the final fight was the final fight til she was announced the winner. Eh, I've had worse warm ups. She surmised, walking towards the Lord's pavilion and kneeling gracefully, holding her whip in one hand and braced the staff with the other. I thank you for the challange today my Lord, only wish I was here in your prime. It would of been a great fight, even know surely. She said kindly. I hope I've proven myself worthy of the prize you've offered. And her eyes briefly but knowingly found the young lords, and offered a smile. If so, I accept. And brushed the hair out of her eyes, showing the full scar in its prominent glory, a red gash where her left eye should of been. The armour covered much, but scars peeked out along her large, muscular body. Her strength had overcome all her foes, even the dwarfs had been unable to stop break her defence or even make her move when she didn't want to. Even on her knees she was a aight, large but far from brutish, her speed was just as important to her brawny. Working tofether, they became greater their sums, creating a whirlwind of fury and ferocity that only an Orc could truly master.