Post by JezusBagels on Jun 15, 2009 10:32:57 GMT -5
Deep within the Mountains of Rain and Night, far from the eyes of any guard or watchman, lies a place of much violence and pain. This is "The Arena of the Damned" and for most, that name holds true. A huge stadium, carved from the very rock of the mountains, it is revered as one of the greatest accomplishments of the world... among less friendly folks. But then, it's only the less friendly folks that know it exists. In The Arena, slave and warrior alike may be pitted against one another for gold and glory. Some men and women fight for long-awaited freedom... and some... just for kicks.
For secrecy's sake, The Arena is accessible only through a steep, rocky path from the Southern Cliffs that must be found by boat. Betting on fights is not only permitted, but encouraged. Anyone can enter, but dying is a possibility for any and all contestants. So... Will you brave the Arena and earn the title of "Champion"? _______________________________________________
THE UNDERCROFT The Undercroft is the area beneath the ring, meant for the resting and preparation of those fighting in the Arena. It includes beds, training dummies, archery targets and an armory filled with protection and weapons to be used by those who do not have their own. Only Arena contestants are allowed in this place. Trespassers will most likely be killed on sight.
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2011 9:26:49 GMT -5 by Brandwyn
Post by JezusBagels on Jun 15, 2009 19:05:12 GMT -5
Wesley Marxal sat, motionless, on a bench in the Undercroft. His giant axe lay across his lap as he watched the other combatants pass by, chatting and training. Small, puny, all of them... I could crush the life from their bodies with a single blow... They do not belong here. He watched them with growing rage. Not only were they not hostile towards each other. They were being quite friendly. A foolish decision. They would all have to kill each other eventually... And then he would kill them.
Melody sat nervously on the bench, her hands twisting together in expression. She'd been captured three days ago and had fought viciously, killing four of her captures and maiming another two before being knocked unconscious.
She didn't know what came over her, but it was always like that. She was a good person. She was nice, polite, she didn't do anything wrong. It was all her fault. She tried, she really tried, she was just too strong. She couldn't control her.
Tears started trickling down her cheeks at what she learned she'd be forced to do. She hated fighting. She hated it. She loved it. She yearned the thrill of taking a life.
Melody cried harder as her name echoed throughout the stadium. She was dragged into the arena.
Post by JezusBagels on Jun 16, 2009 13:42:29 GMT -5
Wesley couldn't hold back a slight chuckle as a girl was sent up into the ring, cry and screaming. She wouldn't last long. Whatever opponent she was sent up against would slaughter her. They didn't even give her a weapon. Although... they hardly did with the slaves. Or perhaps she would recieve one upstairs to keep the surprises coming. He looked down at his own axe and pictured the girl dragging it in the dirt towards her enemy, unable to lift it. He smirked in amusement.
Kieran had stepped back, allowing the pathetic girl to take over again as they'd slept through medical attention. But it was she who woke after a fierce fight with Melody. The girl was harsh when it came to control of the body, but Kieran had the experience of a killer. She knew when to strike and where.
She ambled into the Undercroft from which she'd come hours before, loving the pain in her back. She grinned, licked her teeth, and sat down beside a giant of a man. She flicked her eyes over to him before closing them, that smirk still well on her lips. She didn't sleep, just rested. Sleep would come after the high of the adrenaline settled down. She could still feel his blood draining into her shirt, the second of blockage before her sword entered his brain. She licked her teeth.
Post by JezusBagels on Jun 17, 2009 10:52:11 GMT -5
Wesley raised an amused brow, turning his head to look her over. "She lives," he said in obvious surprise. "I am impressed. We will see if you can keep it up." He laughed, examining the blood that splattered her flesh and clothing. Perhaps there more to this girl than meets the eye.
Post by JezusBagels on Jun 17, 2009 11:16:41 GMT -5
Wesley grinned. She was a monster, possibly crazy. They were always fun to fight. He hoped they would not be put up against her soon, if only to see what else she can do. He leaned over to her, towering over her even while sitting down. "You talk to yourself, little girl. Do you know this?"
She opened her eyes to look him in the face before grinnning.
She really had no idea what he was talking about. Melody wasn't her, she was another person entirely. He had to be hearing things. Or maybe he was blind. She licked her teeth at the thought. Next opponent, she'd blind them before playing. Or maybe not. She liked watching the terror in their eyes. Such beautiful paintings.
Post by JezusBagels on Jun 19, 2009 13:37:08 GMT -5
Wesley shrugged and turned away from her, watching other fighters walk by and why away from the two of them. "Very well, little girl, very well," he said quietly. He ran his hand up and down the handle of his axe, imagining what she would look like right before she died.
Firehead: Yeah, Every time I turn around thinking I got time on my hands I get slammed.
Aug 2, 2020 13:40:24 GMT -5
Firehead: How have you guys been?
Aug 2, 2020 13:40:38 GMT -5
Brandwyn: Hi Firehead! We are doing well. Dodging a Tropical storm here that might regain into a weak hurricane. Right now it is not much more than a few rain showers now and then. I hope you can squeeze in some time to write, Firehead. We are working on a new plot!
Aug 2, 2020 14:49:11 GMT -5
Firehead: Oh, exciting! Hope you stay safe!
Aug 2, 2020 15:57:21 GMT -5
Firehead: A new plot, hey?...We shall see. I'll try to squeeze a few minutes in.
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Brandwyn: Nice Avatar Tandar!
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Tandar: Thanks, Brandy!
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Tandar: I'm doing well, Firehead; I hope you are too.
Aug 3, 2020 16:15:27 GMT -5
Firehead: I'm doing ok. I got a couple cats to keep me entertained
Aug 3, 2020 16:39:47 GMT -5
Firehead: Nice! A fellow cat lover!
Aug 4, 2020 17:22:44 GMT -5
Brandwyn: Hello. We didn't have much of anything from Iasias storm. But I may have cracked a rib yesterday. Definitely pulled some muscles. It has been bugging me all day today. I miss my kitty. She passed over the rainbow bridge this last Valentine's Day. 17 yrs ol
Aug 4, 2020 22:54:38 GMT -5
Firehead: Another fellow cat lover! Yay! I just got mine a couple of weeks ago. I'm seriously considering calling them Arthur and Merlin, based on the characters from The Adventures of Merlin.
Aug 5, 2020 12:43:53 GMT -5
Firehead: One likes to spontaneously throw himself into stuff without considering the cause and effect, the other one is...stubbornly persistent. lol
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Brandwyn: Happy Birthday Jordyn! I hope you jump on here to say hello today.
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Brandwyn: Hi Firehead. I am on for a moment only. Have to take Mom in law to a doc appointment in a few minutes. But I will be back on when I get home later.
Aug 5, 2020 12:50:46 GMT -5
Brandwyn: LOL, that is funny Firehead. Cats are so unique. I haven't gotten another one yet because our living situation is not ideal at the moment. I still miss Harley Quinn a lot too. Not ready yet.
Aug 5, 2020 12:52:30 GMT -5
Brandwyn: Feel free to post on Ambush! if you like. Looks like you are reading it over now.
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Brandwyn: New post in the Private chamber, Tandar and Ringulf.
Aug 5, 2020 18:38:18 GMT -5
Firehead: Indeed I was. Then I went looking for my old ready-to-posts. Didn't find them, but did find a few plot scenarios that I'd been tossing around in my head a couple of years back.
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