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6/29/2025, 5:00:33 PM
Urr’tal and Plymor, the Herglic, are at it again. Their titanic mass crashes against each other like two boulders, the force of the impact can be felt through the ground. As usual, they attract attention due to the sheer size of these two humanoids. Once again, they are testing their mettle against the other; while they are not friends, they do gravitate towards each other when it comes to testing their physical prowess. They could, of course, pulverise a human or near-human into a paste, but there is no challenge or growth that would accompany the action. It would only be to assert dominance.
Their chests are unclothed; their only garb sits upon their waist. The tensing muscles strain under thick layers of skin and fat, but manage to remain visible. The pair are wrestling, trying to outdo each other physically without causing harm; the day has only just begun, so injuries are avoided. If they seriously hurt each other, the day’s lessons would be missed. So, they have an informal understanding to just use this as an opportunity to grow rather than to inflict wounds. There’s time for that later.
The contest of goliaths continues as they throw each other around; you sit on a step of the ziggurat, watching the display. You wonder if you flooded your body with the power of the Force, not that you’ve properly learnt the skill yet, if that would be even enough to compete with them. Plymor manages to dive for the waist of Urr’tal and lock his arms together around the Whiphid. With the grip locked in, Plymor hefts the furred predator off his feet, despite great strain, and pins him upon the dirt. The whale-like creature smothers the ice-world native under his sheer mass. With bitterness in his eyes, Urr’tal accepts this rare loss, not enjoying the taste of it on his tongue.
Getting to his feet, Urr’tal gives Plymor a non-committal grunt of acknowledgement and walks over to you. Opening his great maw, he declares, “Velka soon.”
“Ready when you are.”
Urr’tal doesn’t answer but instead just walks up the stairs in reply, still unhappy with his small loss. He has much more true combat experience on his homeworld than Plymor does from his time breaking bones on Nal Hutta. The Whiphid was used to victory in their training sessions, and this failure burns his ego. You follow him up the stairs, rushing to keep up with his long strides. On the way to Lord Velka’s lessons, Urr’tal stews in his irritation, and you allow the silence to carry as he processes the emotion in whatever way he desires.
Their chests are unclothed; their only garb sits upon their waist. The tensing muscles strain under thick layers of skin and fat, but manage to remain visible. The pair are wrestling, trying to outdo each other physically without causing harm; the day has only just begun, so injuries are avoided. If they seriously hurt each other, the day’s lessons would be missed. So, they have an informal understanding to just use this as an opportunity to grow rather than to inflict wounds. There’s time for that later.
The contest of goliaths continues as they throw each other around; you sit on a step of the ziggurat, watching the display. You wonder if you flooded your body with the power of the Force, not that you’ve properly learnt the skill yet, if that would be even enough to compete with them. Plymor manages to dive for the waist of Urr’tal and lock his arms together around the Whiphid. With the grip locked in, Plymor hefts the furred predator off his feet, despite great strain, and pins him upon the dirt. The whale-like creature smothers the ice-world native under his sheer mass. With bitterness in his eyes, Urr’tal accepts this rare loss, not enjoying the taste of it on his tongue.
Getting to his feet, Urr’tal gives Plymor a non-committal grunt of acknowledgement and walks over to you. Opening his great maw, he declares, “Velka soon.”
“Ready when you are.”
Urr’tal doesn’t answer but instead just walks up the stairs in reply, still unhappy with his small loss. He has much more true combat experience on his homeworld than Plymor does from his time breaking bones on Nal Hutta. The Whiphid was used to victory in their training sessions, and this failure burns his ego. You follow him up the stairs, rushing to keep up with his long strides. On the way to Lord Velka’s lessons, Urr’tal stews in his irritation, and you allow the silence to carry as he processes the emotion in whatever way he desires.
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