Path of the Gladiator

Niterabbit · Post by **Niterabbit** » Tue Oct 11, 2005 7:40 pm

The cloaked Druchii smirked beneath the hood of his fancy cloak. This was a beast built for survival and he knew it. He couldn't help but wonder if his opponent knew it as well. A boastful one, his slave was, and arrogance was a trait that could always be exploited. Whoever won, though, he was certain that this match would be fun. And he could always choose another, less repugnant slave.

H.e.k. · Post by **H.e.k.** » Tue Oct 11, 2005 8:44 pm

Lethalis, did you read my most recent message on the revisions I made? Cause he's not wearing leather armour anymore.

Lethalis · Post by **Lethalis** » Tue Oct 11, 2005 8:46 pm

As there was no change in description I was aware of, I said it was sturdy leather. Very sturdy. Enough for it to be heavy armour

H.e.k. · Post by **H.e.k.** » Tue Oct 11, 2005 8:49 pm

Oh. Well at least the equipment changed right?

Post by **General kala** » Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:18 pm

We're allowed to change equipment?

H.e.k. · Post by **H.e.k.** » Wed Oct 12, 2005 12:32 am

OOC:Well mine was a bit er out of bounds you could say, so I made it so it would be more within acceptable terms. Since he's a Mercenary he can only wield common magic items so it's been revised to fit that role. Anyways, time for me to post my characters response.

IC:Though still feeling agitated from the whip lashes he received when he opened the cages, courtesy of his owner, he remained calm and stared defiantly at the crowd, the crowd surprised that he was probably the most "normal" of the selections, bearing no mark, no mutation, or nothing unique for that matter. Marcus looked at the sign with anticipation, gladdened that he was matched by the ravenous hulking lizardlike beast on his first match. He would prove his worth to Lord Korath and show these elves how well a human without blessings from some damned god of chaos could fight in the arena.

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Lord Korath, though still maintaining a cool outward appearance, was fuming on the inside. "Damned fool, what were you thinking, opening the cages like that? You're lucky that I still have need of you in the arena, otherwise I would flay you alive and stick white hot needles in every nerve ending."

He looked down at sign indicating the first matchup pairings, Marcus's name appearing next to the House Velari's champion. He smiled as he held a glass of winter wine, it's clearness almost bearing a semblance to water, but it was a potent liquor indeed, much better than the blood wine he had drank earlier, this time savouring the taste of this wine as he took his time, basking in it's sweet taste, gulping it in one smooth motion.

Lethalis · Post by **Lethalis** » Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:18 pm

The audience waited in tension as the arena doors were pulled open once again. Lights flickered, and the round arena looked like it housed lightning in it. The rattle of chains was to be heard all over the place, and even if someone was standing outside that someone would hear most of the noise that was made.

“my dear audience,” the slavemaster started, “again my apologies to keep you waiting for so long. But now finally, this tournament will commence. It is my pleasure to introduce to you a traitor to crown and country, a misdirected fool and one who might put up a good match. Cheer or jeer, House Vraneth presents you with Khlaaar!”

The elf walked into the arena, his remaining eye anxiously checking out the environment where he would surely meet his maker, be it sooner or later. After quickly realising his opponent had yet to come, he straightened and reached his full height. His shield, a regular warrior one, he held in front of him. Together with his blackened suit which was made of leather, that was his only form of protection. However, some dark runes were somewhat visible, a sign of protection. With his right hand he closely held on to his enchanted sword, which was oozing with poisonous slime which seemed to come right from the dark blade.

A loud scream rang loud through the arena, and all eyes turned to meet it. A tall Man walked into towards the Elf, yelling all kinds of the worst insults he knew. Unfortunately for him, he knew little in the way of insulting, and the effect was lessened even more because few Druchii actually understood what he said. From his tanned skin one could tell he had been in Lustria, having blisters all over, and he wore a lizard’s skin, which also hinted to a jungle background. Suddenly, he looked dazed and stood dazed for a couple of moments. Then he ran back towards the arena doors.

When he came back, he was not alone. He rode a massive lizard, a Cold One. The beast snarled, but Khlar cared not. What would there be to fear of a beast like that? Had he not fought against those same creatures not so long ago, where they showed themselves unreliable and not the brightest around? Yes, there was nothing to fear. It was clumsy, and posed little threat to his fighting skills.

The Elf walked towards his opponent, confident of victory. The human looked around him, roaring at the audience to get them in a good mood. Khlar suddenly ran up to the manling, shield forward and his aim at the unprotected back of the pathetic human. Somehow however, Hans-Erik foresaw the cruel blow, or even the entire attack, and turned around with astonishing speed as the crowd screamed in pleasure. The Cold One was still staring at the audience in blindness of stupidity as the Chaotic follower delivered a series of lightning-fast blows on the Elf, who had to parry all the sudden, the twin axes biting a huge piece from the shield, which continued to scratch the elven skin, but only a little. Before Khlar could fully and well recover from those strikes, another powerful swing was aimed at him – he was too late with raising his shield and Hans-Erik’s right axe cut deep in Khlar’s body.

The Elf squealed in pleasure, and pushed aside the last of the man’s strikes, who fell back in tiredness. Khlar gazed at his wound, licking his own blood while the small pendant around his neck began to glow. Fuelled to the fullest, the Elf tightened his grip on his glowing sword and struck viciously at the human, who had no choice but to defend himself. Using true elven skill at arms, he ticked his opponent’s axes a bit after every parry to bring him out of his balance. A raised shield suddenly loomed over Hans-Erik’s head as the Elf jumped up, and he used his twin axes in a reflex, leaving the Elf to stab in his unprotected sides. Howling with pain, Hans-Erik ordered his Cold One (who had regained his senses after tasting the blood of his owner) backwards a bit. Looking at the two stabs, he was happy to see only one managed to penetrate his studded scale armour.

Sensing the audience was getting on Khlar’s hand, Hans-Erik spurred his Cold One again to rush forward, and rushing forward it did at great speed while Khlar moved forward to meet the charge head on. However, he tripped slightly and lost his balance for a split second, which was all Hans-Erik needed. Letting his two axes slash forward, he managed to hit Khlar in the chest, the leather offering no form of protection against the awesome strength of the human warrior. Sinking to his knees and blood coming from his lips, Khlar wanted to utter a praise to Slaanesh when the Cold One looked him in the eyes. It tried to jump on him, but during the jump suffered a fit, missed and Hans-Erik had to jump off to avoid crashing down on the floor under a healthy mass of scales and flesh. The audience laughed and yelled as the first match had come to a conclusion. Hans-Erik walked around, roaring and making wild movements of joy, guards came out to escort the victor away, while the body was removed to be forgotten forever.

Sorry to keep you all waiting, but that was the first fight. I hope you enjoyed it

Ashnari doomsong · Post by **Ashnari doomsong** » Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:44 pm

The orc was frantically scribbling something down in a book he had hidden in particiularily inacessible locations of his armour.

Scion of naggaroth · Post by **Scion of naggaroth** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:02 am

My lords house Du'Fein offers up a champion of its own for consumption. At great cost we present an elf of sufficient stature to benefit your scrutiny. As you will no doubt agree an asrai will far outweigh an asur in terms of sheer difficulty to aquire. Our champion should be more than enougth to outfight any arguements, I dare you to challenge him that we call The Slayer.
If the challenges fail to come in then I truly call you coward.
House Du'Fein demands an answer
The Scion "House Du'fein"

Ansob. · Post by **Ansob.** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:10 am

You can't challenge in the middle of a round, last I checked. :roll:

All the pairings have already been done. If you make it to next round, go ahead and challenge; until then...

Danceman · Post by **Danceman** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:43 pm

Ashir sat unmoving, monitoring a most satisfying duel behind his golden mask but thoughts soon drifted towards the girl he had later provoced wondering if it was so wise to stir up unnessery attention towards himself. She had already seen his pale, boney face.
As he saw the final fatal blow from the human and his cries of victory he allowed himself to give him some appreciation of the kill so he slowly claped his hands.
When the fighter saw him Ashir nodden slightly as a token of appreciation.

Ashnari doomsong · Post by **Ashnari doomsong** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:46 pm

We are all waiting in endless anticipation for the next fight, lord Lethalis...

H.e.k. · Post by **H.e.k.** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:48 pm

Yes we wait in rabid anticipation for the fight between Tlinvasa and Asadh!

Ansob. · Post by **Ansob.** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:26 pm

High Executioner Kalus wrote:Yes we wait in rabid anticipation for the fight between Tlinvasa and Asadh!

What? I'm next?

Oh, I hadn't noticed. I guess systematically having your fights go last in every single AoD makes it a habit after a while...

Cerulaetas · Post by **Cerulaetas** » Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:00 am

Me eats Asadh! ROAAAAAAAAAAAR!

Post by **General kala** » Fri Oct 14, 2005 11:30 pm

The crowd begins banging the pommels their weapons on their chair arms in rythm and chanting "BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!"

H.e.k. · Post by **H.e.k.** » Sat Oct 15, 2005 12:57 am

Lord Korath was still sipping his winterwine as he observed the others chanting for blood almost incessantly, a smile curving on his lips at the prospect of more blood being shed for Khaine.

Cerulaetas · Post by **Cerulaetas** » Sat Oct 15, 2005 5:27 am

... so much wine you drink, Kalus. Why are you not drunk yet?

Lloyba · Post by **Lloyba** » Sat Oct 15, 2005 8:31 am

Hagaroth sighed, his combatant had won his match. He had given Vraneth's champion of slaneesh the eternal pleasure he was seeking for. The marauder had been rather amusing , struggling with the cold one he Hagaroth had given him. He also sipped some wine and laughed to himself. He was eager to see the following duels.

Lethalis · Post by **Lethalis** » Sat Oct 15, 2005 9:25 am

A short fight it was this time, my apologies for that.

While the crowd was still talking about the first fight, loud creaking rudely interrupted as the next gladiator stepped into the round scene of death. A hideously deformed manlike thing, screaming with a mouth that was said could eat a troll in one piece. Actually, it was said it could swallow a Cold One for mentioning a troll outside a battle situation was considered bad taste. Again, the lights flickered which seemed to drive this follower of Chaos entirely crazy, at least to those who did not know that it was already insane. He would scream with an unworldly voice, then seem totally comfortable and then scream again, even harder.

“Dear audience, the first match has been decided. Let us continue to the second one. Here, House Soraava has the pleasure and honour to introduce to you for your own pleasure… Tlinvasaaaaaaa!” Understandably, the crowd was not overly enthusiastic but clapped since the slavemaster had made him shut up.

To face this abomination, House Sarashath had agreed in sending no one less than Asadh Vehlta Sarashath himself. A member since birth of his House, Asadh would rather die than fail his family. Since dying meant failure here, he would personally make sure it would not happen and respect for the relative new aristocratic family would go up a few notches. His plated armour was well-crafted, fitting the proud Druchii exactly. He had donned himself with a cloak made of heavy sea creature scales, green and blue of colour usually but in this light, it looked like a combination of white and red. His crested helmet sported a fin on top, seemingly belonging to a sea dragon – another testimony of a rich career amongst the noble Corsairs of Naggaroth. Upon his helmet, an amulet shone – and even in this light, it remained black as ever, a clear sign of magic.

As the doors locked themselves with a loud bang, Tlinsava started to chant a series of praises to the Lord of Change. Uttering many words in the Dark Tongue, an aura of darkness surrounded him. Staring coolly at the Tzeenthcian, Asadh slowly unhooked a repeater crossbow from under his cloak, and aimed for the chaotic beast. Tlinvasa had just finished chanting, and charged into the Dark Elf who then shot. His first shot went wide, but the second one hit a tooth of Tlinsava, who stopped a moment and pulled the bolt out.

This moment was what Asadh needed. With speed that only Elves posses, he himself charged out and swung his halberd aimed at the right leg. A crude sword flew in to intercept, but sliced air as the halberd was raised and severely hit the Tzeentchian in the chest. Screaming out with pain, it made such a noise that a second thrust was inaccurate and parried immediately, but a third swing, this time aimed at the left leg left the chaotic warrior-mage in doubt. He had the choice between parrying like last time, and get hit a second time. The other choice was to launch a counter attack with all strength left. Tzeentch had not sent him a vision last time, and neither would he now.

Unable to make either decision on time left the halberd striking viciously, definitely crippling Tlinsava who roared again in pain. Wanting to lift his sword, he felt he had no power left in his limbs and life was ebbing away. Opening his eyes wide as he got a vision, he screamed one last time: “ Hargrgto Tzan Ferrator! You, Khor….” And with that, he was decapitated. With a loud sigh, Asadh answered his last words; “For the last time ever, Khorne is *not* Khaine. Dammit.”

The crowd started to applaud and cheer, for this fight had once again been a proof that none can match the Druchii when it comes to fighting prowess. Asadh took a moment, taking pleasure in the adoration of the crowd, before silently walking away, heads up, while the warrior of Tzeentch was to be removed, no one even remembering its name.

H.e.k. · Post by **H.e.k.** » Sat Oct 15, 2005 11:47 am

As to reply to Cerulaetas's question, he's a veteran wine drinker, besides it's still only his second wine.

Post by **General kala** » Sat Oct 15, 2005 5:30 pm

The Slavedriver of House Velari offers a compliment to the victor as he walks off the arena floor. "Well done, Lord Sarashath. May your blade stay ever wet."

Cerulaetas · Post by **Cerulaetas** » Sat Oct 15, 2005 5:59 pm

Well that was rather amusing

congrats to Ansob on killing my character, who's mouth was apparently too big for his brain!

Ansob. · Post by **Ansob.** » Sat Oct 15, 2005 8:21 pm

General Kala wrote:The Slavedriver of House Velari offers a compliment to the victor as he walks off the arena floor. "Well done, Lord Sarashath. May your blade stay ever wet."

Asadh Vehlta Sarashath returns House Soraava's praise. House Soraava's slave fought well, for an underling.

Asadh Vehlta Sarashath is thrilled that the great House Velari has seen fit to give him their blessing. Asadh Vehlta Sarashath, though not at the time able to fight for his country, remembers Kala Kodai Velari. May Khaela Mensha Khaine and Morai Heg ever watch her soul, for hers was a noble death. For the King, and Nagarythe!

(Edited for more incharacterness.)

H.e.k. · Post by **H.e.k.** » Sun Oct 16, 2005 7:16 pm

"Hmph, count on House Velari to try and gain reputation by sucking up to others" thought Lord Korath as he watched with slight disdain the slave driver of House Velari giving some sort of blessing towards the warrior of House Sarashath.

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"Only one more battle until the one between mine and that skraelok beast". Marcus Galliano had seen the recent battle between the foul chaos warrior and the druchii corsair. The victor came as a surprise to Marcus, but he was gladdened that at least one less monstrosity would exist in this world.