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~GM Post For All~
Steel clashing against itself echoed around the arena only to be silenced in the roar of the crowd as two men stared each other down. One was obviously malnourished but the look in his eyes said little for his humanity, while the other was a hefty bastard with skin the color of blood stained dirt. These were not men anymore though, No they were beasts; animals in a cage fighting to claw their way out. The lie of hope coaxed them onward to slaughter their brethren without mercy, for in a world such as this only the strongest would escape this hell. The Irony in such lies of hope was it was the loser who escaped, not the winner.... for death was surely better than what awaits the soul when it is crushed.
His mace came down swiftly, the whirl of its might causing a cacophony of powerful hums as the wind itself seemed to curl around the weapons force. It beat against the heft of a shield, and the lesser man countered with the thrust of a scimitar as he tried to free himself from the beating against his armor. Neither of them were dressed as though they were solider, rather barbarians that would sooner kill the other with a rock then learn the proper way of the sword. It was when the lesser than man landed a swift strike along the outer arm of his opponent that the crowd cheered for his unlikely victory, How true it has always been that only when they show some promise does the under dog get their just dues. If they never show themselves as killer then they are merely new blood stains on the walls of the Arena.... and gods forbid a lucky kill for their opponent being cocky or stupid..... that isn't proper for the show after all...
The larger man roared his might for the audience to acknowledge and charged his foe, swinging again and again into the shield and forcing the lesser into a corner.. Many were thinking that just maybe the foolish swordsman could win this... but that is only justified in fantasy tales. No the fight ended as we left it. There were no heroics, no heroes rising from the dust and killing the mighty giant. What remained when the dust settled was the giant, and a mangled corpse both hanging from his mace as well as sitting at his feet. The giant let out one more roar to signify his victory before he returned to chains. Such a powerful force.. and still little more than a docile creature broken by the arena. Slowly they marched him back to his tomb to await the next time he would make sport of bloodshed and kinship.
"And now, for the battle that everyone came here for. From the dark wilds of the Ancient forest, captured and broken in for your enjoyment, We release a TRUE ANIMAL upon this arena! A Lycan, in her purest form coaxed to her carnal nature will test our champion for all of his might!. Who will win, Who will die. Let us find out!"
Deep within the cage a struggle no man hoped to witness incurred. Three of the men had already been snapped like limbs, the others tried desperately to hold onto the chains the bound her. The Drug had set in, recreating the chemical balance produced to bring forth the true form of the Lycan. A monstrous wolf human creature taller than any champion to ever stand in this arena now hovered over the Mighty Champion of the arena. The real battle was just about to begin. The cage doors closed behind the two, and the chains were released as the cowards holding them scurried for the walls. The blood arena was 'hers' now.
Silver mask~
"Oh little soldiers of cruelty, treasonous masters of broken souls; you fail to realize just how foolish you are. You see upon this night the blood arena will more rightly earn its name than on any other night. The blood of the masters who seek fame through tragedy will know the taste of the sands, and may their tongue dry up so that they choke upon themselves.... if only to provide some mercy from the storm they hath brought upon themselves. Ah but alas, the little Pierrot' are dancing so gracefully now... I can't help but take some credit for being a master virtuoso in this performance."
Silver mask watched from the highest of towers upon the largest citadel. There was no need to stain the eye with the sin that was destined to stain this place tonight. "And so the very fist of the key pieces in this game have taken their first move. And as any tactician knows, the first move is the most important." A smirk hid behind his mask as the anonymous force watched his agent guide the 'Queen' to her rightful place. From here he would watch the curtain fall.
One by one the pieces found their way, The first was the largest of them. The metal giant that traveled in dwarf company. He vanished quickly within the undergrounds surely to make well on his contract. The next to arrive was the assassin. Shadows beckoned her just as the match started, surely her mark was the only thing in mind then. The next to arrive were Aurelia and her escort. if nothing else they could take place within the crowd easily enough.... surely the fight was only just about to begin and soon would be made clear in the cryptic understanding of the Seducer of Kings (Aurelia) All would be very clear soon. Others shadows entered where they had no place and one by one the actors in the play assembled. All they were missing now... was ... the Gladiator...
Silver Mask set his eyes on the warrior as he made his way towards the front gates of the Arena. Everything was about to begin.
Steel clashing against itself echoed around the arena only to be silenced in the roar of the crowd as two men stared each other down. One was obviously malnourished but the look in his eyes said little for his humanity, while the other was a hefty bastard with skin the color of blood stained dirt. These were not men anymore though, No they were beasts; animals in a cage fighting to claw their way out. The lie of hope coaxed them onward to slaughter their brethren without mercy, for in a world such as this only the strongest would escape this hell. The Irony in such lies of hope was it was the loser who escaped, not the winner.... for death was surely better than what awaits the soul when it is crushed.
His mace came down swiftly, the whirl of its might causing a cacophony of powerful hums as the wind itself seemed to curl around the weapons force. It beat against the heft of a shield, and the lesser man countered with the thrust of a scimitar as he tried to free himself from the beating against his armor. Neither of them were dressed as though they were solider, rather barbarians that would sooner kill the other with a rock then learn the proper way of the sword. It was when the lesser than man landed a swift strike along the outer arm of his opponent that the crowd cheered for his unlikely victory, How true it has always been that only when they show some promise does the under dog get their just dues. If they never show themselves as killer then they are merely new blood stains on the walls of the Arena.... and gods forbid a lucky kill for their opponent being cocky or stupid..... that isn't proper for the show after all...
The larger man roared his might for the audience to acknowledge and charged his foe, swinging again and again into the shield and forcing the lesser into a corner.. Many were thinking that just maybe the foolish swordsman could win this... but that is only justified in fantasy tales. No the fight ended as we left it. There were no heroics, no heroes rising from the dust and killing the mighty giant. What remained when the dust settled was the giant, and a mangled corpse both hanging from his mace as well as sitting at his feet. The giant let out one more roar to signify his victory before he returned to chains. Such a powerful force.. and still little more than a docile creature broken by the arena. Slowly they marched him back to his tomb to await the next time he would make sport of bloodshed and kinship.
"And now, for the battle that everyone came here for. From the dark wilds of the Ancient forest, captured and broken in for your enjoyment, We release a TRUE ANIMAL upon this arena! A Lycan, in her purest form coaxed to her carnal nature will test our champion for all of his might!. Who will win, Who will die. Let us find out!"
Deep within the cage a struggle no man hoped to witness incurred. Three of the men had already been snapped like limbs, the others tried desperately to hold onto the chains the bound her. The Drug had set in, recreating the chemical balance produced to bring forth the true form of the Lycan. A monstrous wolf human creature taller than any champion to ever stand in this arena now hovered over the Mighty Champion of the arena. The real battle was just about to begin. The cage doors closed behind the two, and the chains were released as the cowards holding them scurried for the walls. The blood arena was 'hers' now.
Silver mask~
"Oh little soldiers of cruelty, treasonous masters of broken souls; you fail to realize just how foolish you are. You see upon this night the blood arena will more rightly earn its name than on any other night. The blood of the masters who seek fame through tragedy will know the taste of the sands, and may their tongue dry up so that they choke upon themselves.... if only to provide some mercy from the storm they hath brought upon themselves. Ah but alas, the little Pierrot' are dancing so gracefully now... I can't help but take some credit for being a master virtuoso in this performance."
Silver mask watched from the highest of towers upon the largest citadel. There was no need to stain the eye with the sin that was destined to stain this place tonight. "And so the very fist of the key pieces in this game have taken their first move. And as any tactician knows, the first move is the most important." A smirk hid behind his mask as the anonymous force watched his agent guide the 'Queen' to her rightful place. From here he would watch the curtain fall.
One by one the pieces found their way, The first was the largest of them. The metal giant that traveled in dwarf company. He vanished quickly within the undergrounds surely to make well on his contract. The next to arrive was the assassin. Shadows beckoned her just as the match started, surely her mark was the only thing in mind then. The next to arrive were Aurelia and her escort. if nothing else they could take place within the crowd easily enough.... surely the fight was only just about to begin and soon would be made clear in the cryptic understanding of the Seducer of Kings (Aurelia) All would be very clear soon. Others shadows entered where they had no place and one by one the actors in the play assembled. All they were missing now... was ... the Gladiator...
Silver Mask set his eyes on the warrior as he made his way towards the front gates of the Arena. Everything was about to begin.