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Post by Setg on Nov 20, 2005 12:22:01 GMT -5
<<Redeemer -awesome pic!!!>>>> Wolven ducked as the warrior's blade swung over him. He was dressed in elegant robes and swung a slim and incredibly sharp sword. He had apopeared in front of Wolven, and without question or conversation had attacked him. Wolven was loathe to kill the poor mite, he probably did not know why he was here and the sight of himself had scared many a warrior into attack without question. As he dodged the warrior's attack agaqin, he moved slower than he should, and the balde caught his hind, slicing fur and flesh, roaring in suprise more than pain, Wolven readied to pounce at the wretch, Enough was enough - his patience only lasted so long. Suddenly there was a deafening roar and a booming voice which abased everyone in the area. Wolven watched as a towering figure appeared before him, and 3 smaller,yet equally powerful minions follwed. This must be the owner and keeper of this land. His scent was not demonic, yet not far off. The red lightening which brought them all here crackled and danced around his body.
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 20, 2005 14:37:15 GMT -5
Seeing the wolf get cut the emperor nods toward one of his minions.It seemed to come to life as if it were stone and it launched forward. As it got there it did a backflip, as it did it's foot caught the minatour (Is it?) and no matter the size difference, sent it flipping back. The minion then held his hand out, and a red smoke appeared onto the wound of the wolf, then the cut absorbed the smoke, and healed. Making your hide feel stronger than ever.
"Are you all sure you have no questions, i will not answer any later unless i must." The emperor spoke again.
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 20, 2005 18:11:28 GMT -5
Quintus looked around at the hundreds of warriors. He knew only a few. The ones that he had met in the short time before this "Emporer" showed up. He raised his hand to which the emporer noded to and he said, "Tell me, please, where exactly are we?" He then, in an attempt to figure out the location began naming off nations that Rome had conqured. "Gaul, Britania, Maceidonia, Carthage, Iberia..."
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 20, 2005 20:20:03 GMT -5
The emperor's eye seemed to get bigger then it closed as he laughed, "No Quintus, yes i know your name, i know everyones names. But this is my own realm of existance. I am God here, you may ask how i snatched you from your own gods huh? Most of them agreed, other didnt, but we dont need to delve to far into it. You may call this place,Saohs." He then looks to everyone, "If that is all there is for questions we can procede."
With a wave of his hand the giant gate opened to lead inside of the castle."Go through the first hall and you will meet the dining room. Everyone find a seat and your meals will be to you soon." He pointed inside as many went along.
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 20, 2005 23:03:18 GMT -5
As the booming voice broke foth unto the crowd, Smith looked up. All of these people, what were they, and were was he.Getting up Smith began to look for Anderson.
In the crown Neo tried to see as if he were in the matrix. His Code vision was to no avail, but he did see smith, and he was moving.Without even thinking Neo was already flying towards him. He heard the huge Voice say something as he impacted with Smith but the still damp suit was the last thing Neo felt as he saw red in his eyes and ceased to excist. ********************************************
Seeing the man jump up and fly toward another the emperor's eye buldged and he screamed "You fool,"
With that his trident extended as he shot a streaming red beam.As it hit the man it absorbed him and the one he was grabbing."anybody else want to chalenge the rules?"
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Post by Spooky on Nov 20, 2005 23:28:15 GMT -5
OOC: Ehm, not sure if this has to do with Ultimate Tournament but I'm here and ready to kick ass!
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 21, 2005 0:32:14 GMT -5
No you idiot, lol, did you read anything about what has been going on, you need to post your intro, you know, what your character is doing before they get pulled here.
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 21, 2005 22:14:03 GMT -5
((anyhow...))
Quintus sat at a place at the large seemingly never ending table where all the other hundreds of strange warriors sat. To his right sat a strange warrior which looked of the forest. To his left sat a robbed silent one with a strange metal cylinder attatched to his belt. Quintus looked all along the table and silently awaited the word of the god who brought him to this place. Why Mars would allow this other god to take him, he did not know. For now he would do his best to uphold Roman honor and glory. To make himself more friendly he turned to the robed one and asked, "When did YOU get here and where do you come from" To wich the robed one answered, "Oh a long time ago, and I'm from a galaxy far far away..."
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Nov 22, 2005 2:25:44 GMT -5
“So…” Kroenen began in his deep, majestic voice, produced from artificial vocal cords. “These pathetic vermin dare threaten me?” All he could do was laugh at the thought, stepping up to the view port section of his personal chambers and starring out into the cold, dark reaches of space. ”This ought to be interesting…” Kroenen thought. It has been a while since he’s gotten any threats from anyone, due to his self-gained position in this galaxy as supreme ruler. How sad that all he had to face was weaklings. But maybe there was some hope with these certain specimen. If they have the courage to threaten him, then perhaps they could prove a challenge… or a mental instability.
“Another thing, sir.” Announced the head of communications.”
Kroenen looked over his shoulder, gazing down at the small humanoid creature, even though he could still view the creature due to the robotic ‘eye‘ on the back of his neck. These alien creatures bothered him when he first arrived, but over the years, they really don’t have the same sickening effect on him. He continued to stare, starting to grow impatient of the silence, awaiting the news. Before Kroenen could command it out of him, he continued.
“The ones who sent the threat message…” He took another long pause, almost driving Kroenen over the edge. But Kroenen managed to keep his cool, trying to remember how these creatures couldn’t help being the idiotic and pathetic things that they are. They cant all be perfect, much like himself. Kroenen uncrossed his arms, balling his fists up tightly till his clawed fingers nearly dig into his metal palms.
“What about it? Speak up.”
“Well, gathered intelligence informs us that they have managed to get… information.”
Kroenen growled in anger at the creatures vague and utter lack of details. And these long pauses it was taking were only making matters worst. Did they get information from taking a soldier hostage? Did they pay someone? What was the information that they gathered? All questions that desired answers. He turned around completely, his robotic tail swaying with him. He raised his voice slightly, taking a step over near the creature as warning.
“And what kind of information did they manage to get? And how exactly did they go through acquiring it?”
“Highly classified blueprints and files on droids and weaponry. Intelligence tells us that the information was stolen.”
Kroenen’s eyes widened for a mid second with their artificial eye lids. “What?!” He roared, anger and rage filling his voice. He didn’t know what was more frustrating: getting robbed, or having to deal with this moron’s vagueness. He didn’t give the creature a chance to respond or explain anymore, he was far to angry. He used Agita to kill the creature, bursting all the blood vessels in its head, causing its eyes to explode out in a bloody mess, his face turn read and blood ooze down from all the openings: nose; ears; eye sockets; mouth.
Kroenen sighed and turned back around, staring back out of the viewport and crossing his arms behind his back in his normal posture. Those files were suppose to be stored in a secured and guarded area. How could anyone steal that information? Who could penetrate his fields of defense? Who could slip in without setting off detectors? These questions and more all rambled through his mind, even though he knew the answer to it all. This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened. His eyes narrowed as he stared into space.
“Pesky Jedi…”
Just then, the second in control of communications ran it with more news, hopefully not pausing like the one before him.
“Colonel Kroenen, sir!” the creature shouted.
“What is it now? And it better be important, unless you want to wind up like your little friend their.”
“Sir, we have word from our spies that rebels are planning on striking back. They already have a army of droids ready, along with weaponry, and that’s not all, sir. Intelligence tells us that they’re already using the stolen information to make more powerful droids and weapons. They plan to strike soon, we have to act fast.”
“First they have the nerve threaten me, then they steal from me, and now they’re planning on attacking my compound using my own designs? This is unacceptable. Go tell the captain that to aim all missiles at the planet and make sure it doesn’t see tomorrow.”
“But Colonel Kroenen, sir, we have troops on ---”
“Do ask I command or I will tie you on one of the rockets and let you die with’em. Now go instruct the captain. You tell him I want them ALL annihilated!”
“As you command, sir.”
With that done, Kroenen turned back to face the view port, awaiting for the display of fireworks to arrive, laughing softly at the thought. Kroenen’s shuttle, known as the “Quietus,” took off towards its destination to get closer, to insure a direct hit. If Kroenen had lips, they’d be grinning as he watched the planet come into view, and hearing the missiles as they fire off. But despite Kroenen’s desires, he didn’t get to see the little lightshow. His vision faded out fainted.
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Kroenen awoke on the hard stone walkway, on a seemingly desolate planet. He immediately stood up, looking around in confusion. What happened? Where am I? Why am I no longer on my ship? Why didn’t I get to watch the destruction? All these questions and more buzzed through his mind, until his concentration was thrown off. The cause: lighting. A red blast of lighting, to be more exact. He stared over in the distance where he saw, in the afterglow, what appeared to be a large gate. ”Good, he thought, ”Where theres a gate, theres a building. And where theres a building theres people. And where theres people theres hostages to be used to give information.”
Kroenen started to walk down the path toward the giant gates, that is, until something else distracted him. Only this time, it was more physical. To be more exact, a net bounding him down to the ground. He lifting up on it, expecting it to let him free, but the wire seemed to get a tighter grip on him, cutting through his gloves a little. In a alternative action, he wrapped his cybernetic tail around the netting and tossed it off of him. With that task done he rose back to his feet to see who was the assailant.
He looked all around him, but there was no one to be seen. But he new there was someone, a ghost didn’t just trap him in a net. Normally he’d take it as nothing more then a trap. But his sensors were picking up another presence. He reached for his handgun, only to learn that it is gone. Great, less then five minutes on this planet and he’s already been attacked and now he lost his gun. Although he still had all his blades, he took another alternative: his claws. Made my a nearly unbreakable metal and sharper then scalpels, they were truly a great weapon. The fact that poison could be injected through their tips just made them better.
Kroenen faces one direction, looking back and forth, his hands clawed and ready to strike. The assailant went in for a sneak attack, coming up from behind. However, this trick didn’t work. With the robotic eye in the back of his neck, Kroenen could see him before he attacked. But that’s the thing that puzzled him: he didn’t see him completely. He looked like a ghost, a blurry image. Something that human eyes would barely pick up. Kroenen quickly turned to block the attack with his arm guards. His attempts weren’t in vain, his arm guards easily blocked the striking metal spear object. A ghost with a weapon? How unique.
Wasting no time to allow the other… creature… to react, Kroenen made his move, slashing his freed hand across at the creature. He obviously hit something, for he felt resistance, and left a trail of…green blood? With his camouflaging ’suit’ torn, the creature was left visible. Standing more then 2.7 meters tall, built like a boxer, dressed in armor, the Yautja looked down at the human target. Nine inches of his wrist blades spring out as he strikes down on its target.
Unfortunately for the attacker, Kroenen was too quick for him and blocked the attack with his arm shield. Kroenen balled up his fist and slammed it right into the creatures helmet, cracking it and leaving a large hole smashed in on the side. Repeating this method, it took no more then four punches to shatter the creatures helmet completely. The creature returned the favor, sending a punch flying for his head. But the creatures efforts were, again, in vain. Using his skill gained via martial arts, it was easy for Kroenen to dodge and counter the attack, crushing the creatures elbow in and dislocating it to the other side.
The creature let out a tremendous roar of pain, raising its spear up to strike. But Kroenen stopped any attack with one of his own; not of martial arts, but one more… primal. A straight kick right between the legs. Which was very much painful for the attacking creature, as anyone could’ve heard from the painful roar. Sure, any normal kick wouldn’t do that much damage, but due to the three large blades mounted up on his foot, you can only imagine how badly that must’ve hurt. Green gushed the creatures legs as it feel to its news. This would’ve worked no mater what the species sex, but due to the reaction, it could easily by assumed it was a male.
Kroenen laughed deeply and circled the fallen creature slowly, mocking him. He circled him once and then held his right hand a few feet away in front of the creature’s face, putting it in a ‘clawed’ figure. Two small little metal claws extended out from the center of his first and third finger (palm side), along with one in the bottom center of his palm. Electric sparks begin to fly back and forth between the free little claws, along with a small dose of plasma. The current of electric plasma becomes more bright, and more constant. A hole opens up in the center of his palm and large, sharp metal spear/dart fires out. The metal dart passes through the plasma electric field, conducting it and carrying it with it to its target. The dart lodges deep inside the creatures skull, the electric plasma releasing itself inside, causing it to explode.
“Well, that was certainly fun.”
After whipping the blood off his gasmask, Kroenen continued back down the path towards the gate, his long cybernetic tail swaying behind him.
_________________ OOC: If you couldn’t guess, the Yautja there is Beast. Sure, he would’ve done better had it been a ‘real’ battle, and I didn’t post how he got here, but still… I just wanted a chance to kill him off. And I’ve always wanted to kick someone in the balls with those boots… So bloody….Oh, and I wanted to show off that nifty little Plasma Electric gun that’s built in Kroenen’s right arm. Cool, huh? Matt, shut up.
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Post by Karat'Ka on Nov 22, 2005 7:22:34 GMT -5
Within the vast hall, Vautren sat uneasily. He had taken the risk of removing his helmet and gauntlets to eat, but did so only abstemiously; much of the rich food and drink available was not to his taste. He ate slowly, allowing his omophagaea to test the food for toxins, and silently assessed the other combatants.
This 'tournament' had the air of a bad joke - but then, that was exactly what he would have expected of its daemonic master. Some warriors seemed plain, but to his warp-senses burned with otherworldly power. Others were exactly the sort of twisted monsters his order existed to destroy. Still others were naught but human... and how such warriors, however valiant, could stand alone against the horrors that surrounded them was beyond him. Vautren hoped he would not have to kill any of them.
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Post by The General on Nov 22, 2005 17:59:32 GMT -5
Grievous' hatred for the Emperor grew with each passing moment. Being a veteran of both Battles and full Fledged war, he accepted his first instinct whenever he felt he was in danger...the impression he got of this "Emperor," was not of mightyness...but of cowardice. He honestly and truey loathed the creature, and yet, he was forced to obey the vermin for now.
He walked apart from the others, as each of the inferior specimens passed before him, filing into the massive dining hall. He looked at the table with distaste, part of which had to do with the fact that it was virtually impossible for him to eat. Instead, he stalked over to the corner, eyes filled with blood lust. By nature, Grievous was a warrior, that had been part of of blood for generations before he became what he was now.
After he had become the Leader of the Droid Armies, his nobility and honor had been replaced with rage and hatred. A hatred that typically burned for the Jedi, and yet now it burned for this world, and everything in it. Content to fume in his own hate filled thoughts, Grievous stalked off into a corner, shoving past the others as he went.
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Post by The General on Nov 22, 2005 18:00:25 GMT -5
((OOC: Good to have you with us Colonel .))
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 23, 2005 0:09:08 GMT -5
A trickle of blood runs down the womans arm as she looks towards the dual crimson lights. Her gun trembling as the fear begins to creep into her mind. She couldnt see anything, especially not her assailant, except for the blades. Wich dissapeared as she though about it.
Looking at her, he begins to grasp at her mind. She was scared, she could only see his blades huh? He laughed as he turned them off. She may not beable to see but in this dark he could see like a cat. But not with his eyes, with the force. The Darkkside coursing through him like rivers from an ocean. He swiftly runs forward and kicks her down. "You have been a thorn in my Master's side for long enough,"
She grunted as she hit the ground and retaliated with a sharp tongue, "I only wish i could have been a spear," Matthus frowns, "Imputent wench," He backhands her "Well, by Lord Saohc's comman you are to be destroyed. As like the rest of your pathetic little rebels." Holding up a tiny silver ball and his other hand, he electrifies his hand for light. "I know, you know what this is. This thermal detonater will go into your ship, you see your personal ship has been loaded with enough explosives to level your base and the surrounding area for up to two miles." She cries out as a flick of electricity reaches out and slaps her face.
"You bastard, Saohc cannot control us forev.... AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" She screams as Matthus's hand reachs towards her and a surge that had been building up lets go.She continues to scream as her skin begins to blacken and peal away, her hair ignites and begins to flame off, her robes grow holes wear the dark energy courses into her body. She screams out one final time, and then nothing as blood begins to pour out of her eyes nose, and mouth. The blood boils off into a sick red vapor, and then silence, she looks as though she had been left in a desert for weeks and dehydrated, as if her skin had been seared with the power of a supernova sun.
As he continues the blast, he feels himself get hit by it.Or was it his, he saw red lick onto him and go down his sides until it seemed to absorb him.Then everyhting went black.
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As he gets up Matthus checks his person, if this was a punishment from Saohc he would be stripped and have gushing wounds but, he was the same. All of his gear was with him. How strange, he began to think that as he looked around at the men and women all around him. He looked up to see lighting bolts of crimson hitting the ground everywere. And out popped men and women.
Were was he, and better yet, how did he get there.Just then a booming voice forced him to his knees.......... ********************************************
Later, as he walked into the Hall way and the dining room, Matthus caught a glimpse of someone he hasnt seen since the clone wars. (I am picking him up from his history way in the future, Luke times) A White armored figure in the corner, "General?"
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Post by econdha on Nov 23, 2005 2:50:05 GMT -5
isn't Matthus like a hundred years old by now?
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 23, 2005 3:48:26 GMT -5
(You have no idea, draining the life from powerful Jedi and sith, and transfering my essence to clones has its advatages.But make a post IC now please)
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Post by econdha on Nov 23, 2005 4:03:19 GMT -5
OOC: So the General, with his love for long posts is gonna adore this. The rest of you will hate it. *grins evily, and knows who to suck up to* I tried to keep the language simple for those of you who 'dun't read good.' Sorry about the tech talk at the end. I wanted to go further into depth, but you'll all hate me enough as it is, without my spewing my love of subatomic physics on you.
Enjoy
IC: "I am God here, you may ask how i snatched you from your own gods huh? Most of them agreed, others didnt, but we dont need to delve to far into it. You may call this place,Saohs." Shaitan had allowed her to be incarcerated like this? To defend her place as a warrior. She had fought many battles earning and keeping her place as the highest servant of the shadow.
This would be different. This time she was defending her Lord's honor. This time living wasn't a consideration. If she had to die to win, so be it.
Jasha lost track of the other warriors who'd arrived with her. She was surprised that she didn't get more jeers from the male warriors, the vast, vast majority of whom were several times her size. However, they were the best of their respective worlds, and any experienced warrior knows size is not the deciding factor of a battle.
Besides, not all of them were hulking 7 foot monsters. She saw a male human, dressed similar to an Aiel. He was only half a hand taller than herself, though, and carried two sabers, which no Aiel would ever do. He gave her the same impression as a Myrdraal. Death. Most of these warriors gave her that feeling.
She could pick out the channelers, the assasins, the melee fighters, the archers. Their weapons may have been different, but the trademarks were there to be seen. There were females as well, not as many, but they were present.
Growing up at sea had taught her that she needed to take her meals as they were available. Lying becalmed on the Aryth Ocean unable to call wind made for hungry times. She accepted the food and turned to face the seating arrangements. Those who hadn't passed the gates had left pleny of vacancies.
She sat next to a teenage girl who was eating slowly, but had most of her attention focused on a satchel at her side. The girl was dressed in a nightshirt and blue trousers. The Nae'Blis could feel the power radiating from the satchel. "I was asleep." The girl touched her nightshirt, deciding she could confide in Jasha. "When we got brought here. I didn't have any thing with me, not even pants. When I said that, to the Demon fellow, all of a sudden I was wearing jeans and carrying this...It's solid uranium, I'm real sure. I'm carrying a nuclear reactor around..." She looked up at Jasha with orange eyes. "I dunno how safe I feel."
"Why do you need it?" Jasha asked, taking a forkful of what seemed to be scalloped potatos in creme sauce. At least the food was something she liked. But surely everyone here didn't want scalloped potatos and ham...She looked around and realized everyone was eating something different. That would have been very hard to facilitate, back home.
"Well I need a power source. My talent is energy transfer but I can't supply my own power, I got to get it from somewhere else. Usually I just pull the energy out of power lines and car batteries and stuff. They don't got those here. You got really pretty eyes. I've never seen someone with white irises. They're different. Like mine."
"People don't have white eyes where you come from? Or orange eyes?" The girl's drawl and inacurate word usage was starting to get on Jasha's nerves.
"No, mostly blue and grey and brown, green sometimes. Do people got white and orange eyes where you come from?"
"No." Jasha took another bite of food, looking away. The girl had the brains to take the hint. She kind of folded in on herself and stared at her tray. Jasha thought of herself at 17 or so, and imagined being put in this situation. She wouldn't have handled it nearly as well. She too had been dealing with a difficult talent starting to develope. "So what is your name?"
"Ji...Cajun. That's what my beau calls me. Said I need a good name if'n I'm gonna be wanderin' around fighting crime. "'Jilly,' he says. That's my real name, Jilly. He says, 'Jilly, you gots to get a secret identity. It'll just be too obvious you runnin' around without no mask on. You're gonna give away my secret identity and I don't want no one finding out I'm Archfox, alright?' And I go, 'well Jake you're sure right. Cajun it is, then.' And that's how I got my name." The girl smiled.
The thing that was hardest for Jasha to understand about the girl, was why her words didn't translate properly. Why did she keep saying only parts of words? Shouldn't the language have come through even if the girl was stuttering? Wasn't there anything to account for that?
At any rate, this girl obviously wasn't the sharpest tool in the drawer. Jasha stood, intending to excuse herself, but what seemed to be a 7 foot tall trolloc made of seaweed bumped into her, knocking her back into the table. She drew on the True Power, using her Sa'angrael dagger to increase what she could pull. The black spots that were the side effect of the True Power poured across her eyes, yet didn't interfere with her vision.
As she turned, Cajun stepped forward, her hand filling with fire. She slammed her open palm into the creature, sending it flying backwards a few steps. Red light flashed and the seaweed thing howled in pain then apologized to Jasha.
The girl had reacted faster than the Nae'Blis, that was rare. She was powerful, too. The power she used was not channeling, but it had the same effect as a tendril of Fire would have. "You got a power source too." The girl said, looking at the dagger at Jasha's belt. "You pulled energy out of the air, though. It wasn't there before, how did you do that??"
"The One Power turns the Wheel of Time, it is the energy of the universe. I used the True Power, which comes from the Dark One himself."
"Did you...you mean you..." Cajun closed her eyes for a moment. "You maximized the potential of weak nuclear force. You just reached out and syphoned power out of the atomic energy feild.? There's not enough there, though...You'd have to multiply it billions of times or have drawn it from a HUGE area. Otherwise you would have just deatomized everything within like 10 feet."
The people of the Westlands were a midevil society, they had very little working knowledge of atomic physics. Had Jasha grown up in the United States, on Earth in Galactic Sector ZZ9PluralZalpha, she would have been among the most well educated, agnostic, properly suspicious people in the world.
As it was, she'd grown up on a ship off the coast of the Blight, learning to use 'magic' and once she'd grown up she was given the rare and painful privalege of speaking to her dark god in person. Cynicism wasn't on the agenda today. Cajun may not have been close to as intelligent as Jasha, but she was far better educated, and a good fighter. Jasha didn't get the opportunity to have allies often. She knew to take the chance when it appeared. "You and I will take good care of each other, Cajun." She put her arm around the younger woman's shoulders. "And we just may survive this mess."
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Post by Setg on Nov 23, 2005 9:25:02 GMT -5
Wolven approached the table with caution. Most of the other warriors were seated, gorging themselves on the food in front of them, save for the metal warrior. He was stood in a corner, his apparent disgust and contempt for this situation radiating off him in waves. Checking the table for a type of food he could eat, he saw ehat he required. A full suckling pig,roasted. He preferred his meat colder, fresher, and hunted. He almost never eat unless he had made the kill himself, had shown his superiority. Standing up onto his back legs, he reached over and picked up the whole pig. As he did, a warrior of some desciption reached out to try and grab hold off the pig, a tall warrior, with long blond hair on his face and his head. A norse viking maybe. Not that it mattered. He fixed the warrior a stare and let out a trickling growl, that reverberated around the table. Sensing this was not a battle he would win, the warrior released the pig and sat down qucikly. With the challenge won, Wolven headed over away from the throng of warriors and started to devour the pig, tearing and ripping the flesh apart with his sharp teeth. He heard the altercation between the healer and the warrior who's stench he despised. He bore it no attention - for the minute he was occupied.
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Post by Psychoman on Nov 23, 2005 11:26:53 GMT -5
Quintus had grown quite tired of the feast before him. Already he had seen wariors that he would never had thought would be worthy of the gods attention. Gaulic looking fools, he even though he saw a few dark skinned Numidians. When the time came he would prove himself to this strange god that mars had trusted enough to hand over one of his fathful servants.
Quitnus then stood and left the table to explore the palace. Many doors were shut and showed no way of opening them. But what areas WERE open he assumed he was free to wander in. He slowly walked down the hall observing statues, busts, and paintings of beautiful scenes and people. He entered, at the end of a long hall, a round room with a large window that allowed a view upon a large open field with a lake near the center. Quitnus stood a moment and thought back on the days when he was a young boy in Sycilii.
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Post by econdha on Nov 23, 2005 11:47:32 GMT -5
Here now, have you missed the 'no fighting' thing every time? Any fight anyone starts will be ended by the emperor. People defending themselves will be forgiven. Those who make the initial attack will be dealt with by the Emperor. Please edit your post accordingly.
Thank you, The Management
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Post by Redeemer on Nov 23, 2005 23:38:35 GMT -5
Looking at Quintus the emperor exclaimed "Do you want to die before the tournement even begins," the booming voice demanding respect. "You have tried to fight a warrior already now you snoop around my palace without my consent!!" Grabbing him up in a huge hand the emperor was enveloped in a red cloud that then appeared in the masive dineing hall.
As he appeared he though Quintus down amongst the crowd."You have all had a good feast yes? Good, now we will have our rest. For as soon as the sun rises we shall battle. Now, if some of you want something else for the night," he said with a wierd tone, as if he was trying to sound cheerful, wich was hard for his voice.
"As in a partner for the night you need do nothing but ask as you walk through here." The emperor said as he opened the door to his left wich seemed to be a black swirl of nothingness, this will lead you to your rooms, get good rest my champions, for you will need it."
He finishes and waits for the warriors.
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