Kruger stood on the coliseums fighting floor, across from him stood his opponent a drow elf wielding two swords. This would be his first fight in several years. Ironically it would also be the first mortal he had fought in even longer. His refusal to throw several fights with incompetent fighters had enraged the men who had been betting on Kruger losing.
The result had landed him on the arena on nights when only the cursed or demonic would fight. This led to a loss of his patronage by those who assumed he was a were-creature, or perhaps a vamp. In the end, some fearful denizens set fire to his shop, and the HKG forge became a pile of charred lumber.
Running his new shop would be more costly. In order to assure he would have the patronage he needed he would have to advertise. What better way to advertise than to showcase his weapons in action. He had put these nights on his books as D&D meetings, or display and demonstration. This was necessary so that he could funnel his winnings back into the shop and avoid charges of co-mingling of funds.
A loud roar from the crowd brought him back to himself. The announcer had just introduced the elf across from him. Kruger had missed the name, but it really mattered little at the moment. A glance to the roaring crowd made him wonder if Lady Belial had gotten his message in time. Part of him hoped she had, and planned to attend, but part of him was afraid she would come. A man should be wary of how much he revealed to a woman as powerful, and shrewd as he believed her to be. The inclusion in the letter he had sent was an impulse; regardless of the wisdom, or lack thereof it was done. Kruger was glad he would have no idea where she sat, or even what she looked like.
There was a scattering of applause at his introduction, it was all fairly polite. The drow across from him was heavily favored this night. New arrivals were always underdogs, but in this case it seemed Kruger had drawn a well liked veteran. Kruger thought the crowd must be of the nastier sort as drow were generally cruel fighters. Kruger unfolded a table, laying a bundle atop it. He untied a drawstring and rolled it open. A plethora of weapons were secreted there in pockets. Kruger pulled off his shirt, and took from the table a pair of single hand war hammers.
They were light, made from the sample metal Kitty's messenger had sent to him. He had made a hasty construction of the pair, they were not overly ornate, certainly something any adventuring cleric would be happy to have at hand. The shaft and head were of a single piece, the skill needed to make a hammer out of a single piece rather than two welded together would be evident to those who used war hammers. He supposed that meant mostly dwarves. One but of the head was disc three inches in diameter. The other ended in a plate mail penetrating point. This would be a good testing ground for the future of his craftsmanship. He didn't doubt that Kitty had sent a great sample. The merchant she purchased from would only send his best for a sample. To send lower quality would be financial suicide, unless the merchant thought the smith too incompetent to notice. Kruger was far from incompetent, but he never ruled out the "oops" factor. Leather wrapped padding was on the handles, this should help protect his hands from the jarring blows the hammers would receive.
The wrappings made the plainly made hammers look even more ordinary. Kruger still hadn't come across a decent leather worker. They would function, but if he were to try to sell them better wrappings would increase their look and the value of the aesthetic; especially since he had not used any enhancements on the pair.
Kruger had chosen for lightness over power. Drow were incredibly nimble of foot, and had fast hands. They were so fast going from offense do defense the change was nearly invisible. Kruger turned to face the drow. He knelt, and cleared his mind; long gone were the days when he would close his eyes to achieve the emptiness he needed. In moments he pushed thoughts of Bel from BHO out of his mind; quickly following that were doubts of self or equipment. All thought was pushed aside, when the elf move, the only thing left was action.
Kruger met the elf halfway across the arena.
The result had landed him on the arena on nights when only the cursed or demonic would fight. This led to a loss of his patronage by those who assumed he was a were-creature, or perhaps a vamp. In the end, some fearful denizens set fire to his shop, and the HKG forge became a pile of charred lumber.
Running his new shop would be more costly. In order to assure he would have the patronage he needed he would have to advertise. What better way to advertise than to showcase his weapons in action. He had put these nights on his books as D&D meetings, or display and demonstration. This was necessary so that he could funnel his winnings back into the shop and avoid charges of co-mingling of funds.
A loud roar from the crowd brought him back to himself. The announcer had just introduced the elf across from him. Kruger had missed the name, but it really mattered little at the moment. A glance to the roaring crowd made him wonder if Lady Belial had gotten his message in time. Part of him hoped she had, and planned to attend, but part of him was afraid she would come. A man should be wary of how much he revealed to a woman as powerful, and shrewd as he believed her to be. The inclusion in the letter he had sent was an impulse; regardless of the wisdom, or lack thereof it was done. Kruger was glad he would have no idea where she sat, or even what she looked like.
There was a scattering of applause at his introduction, it was all fairly polite. The drow across from him was heavily favored this night. New arrivals were always underdogs, but in this case it seemed Kruger had drawn a well liked veteran. Kruger thought the crowd must be of the nastier sort as drow were generally cruel fighters. Kruger unfolded a table, laying a bundle atop it. He untied a drawstring and rolled it open. A plethora of weapons were secreted there in pockets. Kruger pulled off his shirt, and took from the table a pair of single hand war hammers.
They were light, made from the sample metal Kitty's messenger had sent to him. He had made a hasty construction of the pair, they were not overly ornate, certainly something any adventuring cleric would be happy to have at hand. The shaft and head were of a single piece, the skill needed to make a hammer out of a single piece rather than two welded together would be evident to those who used war hammers. He supposed that meant mostly dwarves. One but of the head was disc three inches in diameter. The other ended in a plate mail penetrating point. This would be a good testing ground for the future of his craftsmanship. He didn't doubt that Kitty had sent a great sample. The merchant she purchased from would only send his best for a sample. To send lower quality would be financial suicide, unless the merchant thought the smith too incompetent to notice. Kruger was far from incompetent, but he never ruled out the "oops" factor. Leather wrapped padding was on the handles, this should help protect his hands from the jarring blows the hammers would receive.
The wrappings made the plainly made hammers look even more ordinary. Kruger still hadn't come across a decent leather worker. They would function, but if he were to try to sell them better wrappings would increase their look and the value of the aesthetic; especially since he had not used any enhancements on the pair.
Kruger had chosen for lightness over power. Drow were incredibly nimble of foot, and had fast hands. They were so fast going from offense do defense the change was nearly invisible. Kruger turned to face the drow. He knelt, and cleared his mind; long gone were the days when he would close his eyes to achieve the emptiness he needed. In moments he pushed thoughts of Bel from BHO out of his mind; quickly following that were doubts of self or equipment. All thought was pushed aside, when the elf move, the only thing left was action.
Kruger met the elf halfway across the arena.