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An enormous construction of stone made five stories tall. Inside the coliseum are the spectator seat which can hold up to 60,000
which it regularly does. In the center of this massive construct is the battle pit where lives of men are decided every day. The pit 12 feet deep and 387 feet long by 280 feet wide.
which it regularly does. In the center of this massive construct is the battle pit where lives of men are decided every day. The pit 12 feet deep and 387 feet long by 280 feet wide.
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Grand Coliseum is a part of 
Kingdom of Seria.
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Cutlass-Prince De???Morvian [0] I may be a slave but don't mistake that for weak. I'd trample you as soon as I'd kiss you. I'd kill you sooner than I'd save you. I'm a slave, but I'm not broken yet.
Adriac Veras [0] "When you make a mistake..that day I will be free."
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The smaller minotaur cashed thrashed in surprise as the elf woman landed on him. He flew into a rage a split second later trying to throw off the elf woman but not succeeding. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain at his shoulder, it was a sword passing into his body. In a last ditch effort the minotaur reached back and grabbed the elf woman flinging her off his back. The creature did not stop to see where the woman went as he stumbled away his vision clouding over. Then he hit something large at his back...it was alive and angry. It was the other minotaur, its brethren.
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The eyes of the demon on the door widened for a second in surprise before his features turned into a scowl. "You have passed, but do not expect to succeed in the future for I shall crush your will and your spirits under my thumb soon enough." The demon smiles a toothy grin before bowing. A smaller door opened up on the demon allowing access to the center of the arena. When the gladiators enter they will see the battle going on between Dara's team and the minotaurs. The door will open up around ten yards behind the large minotaur.
The smaller minotaur cashed thrashed in surprise as the elf woman landed on him. He flew into a rage a split second later trying to throw off the elf woman but not succeeding. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain at his shoulder, it was a sword passing into his body. In a last ditch effort the minotaur reached back and grabbed the elf woman flinging her off his back. The creature did not stop to see where the woman went as he stumbled away his vision clouding over. Then he hit something large at his back...it was alive and angry. It was the other minotaur, its brethren.
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ARENA 2
The eyes of the demon on the door widened for a second in surprise before his features turned into a scowl. "You have passed, but do not expect to succeed in the future for I shall crush your will and your spirits under my thumb soon enough." The demon smiles a toothy grin before bowing. A smaller door opened up on the demon allowing access to the center of the arena. When the gladiators enter they will see the battle going on between Dara's team and the minotaurs. The door will open up around ten yards behind the large minotaur.
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The large minotaur brandished his axe, ready to do battle with Bliss and barely felt the knick of Leilatha's knife when it was thrown. Its focus was split between the gladiator in front of it and the others doing battle around it. No, these humans wouldn't surround him and take him so easily he would make sure of that. The only thing that tore his focus for a moment was one of its own as his smaller counterpart stumbled backwards into him. He bellowed in rage at first then the scent of its brother's blood hit his nose. The runt was injured and dying, no reason to let him suffer and impede this battle for freedom. Reaching up with one massive hand, the larger of the two grabbed one of the smaller beast's horns and with a sharp tug to the side and back a loud snap was heard as its neck was broken and then it crumpled to the ground. Heaving a snort, the gladiators remaining opponent tossed his head in a show of aggression before raising his axe once more in a battle ready position. He would win this fight and finally be free of this hell hole, then and only then could he begin to think of a way to get back at that wretched King Blackwell who he knew was responsible for his and his brethren's torment here.
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Anvain drew back at the demonās threat. Were there going to be future fights like this? She shivered at the thought. Once the stone walls parted Anvain was given a full view of the battle within. Bliss seemed to have an injured leg and was hoping around bravely, Dara was unscathed for now, but Leilatha and Sean were missing. Suddenly a smaller Minotaur staggered from around a corner ahead a sword buried in his shoulder, as he approached the larger Minotaur he seemed to stumble and collided with his larger brother. Instead of showing tenderness to his mortally wounded brother, he grasped the otherās head and broke his neck with ease.
Anvain was beyond horrified; her legs began to wobble underneath her. What would the giant beast do to the gladiators, if he was willing to execute a fellow Minotaur in such a way.
Holding back tears Anvain rushed to Blissās side, how she wished for her Motherās healing gift. As she examined the girlās wound Anvain was greatly relieved to see it was superficial and it was unlikely to impair her movement later, once healed by Sylvani, Pandora or Kelyren. āDo not worry Bliss; your wound is not life-threatening. It can be easily fixed with healerās magic.ā She spoke quietly to the gladiator hoping the lone Minotaur would not take notice of the crouching pair.
Anvain stood up, her face set in a determined line. There would be no more death here if she could help it. The small elf dropped her sword and spread her hands wide in a non-threatening gesture. She slowly approached the Minotaur; she disregarded his axe and the other gladiatorās shouts of protest and shock. She bravely opened her mouth and addressed the Minotaur. āMighty Minotaur, there is no reason for us to fight each other. You have not caused us injury or insult nor we you. I was recently captured from the far western forest, so I cannot pretend to know the suffering you have endured in this arena.ā The elf could not read the Minotaurās expression, but she knew it could save one of her fellow gladiatorās lives to have the beast on their side. So she continued, āWho do you truly hate? Is it the one that forces you to fight against scared and weak victims? Would you not rather fight against your oppressor than the otherās that he oppresses? Please I ask that you relinquish your weapon, as few we are weak. But as manyā¦.ā Anvain let the questions dangle in the air while she looked into the Minotaurās eyes wanting, needing him to understand.
It had been very reckless and bold of the elf to speak about the King in such terms, but her life in the forest had been one of tolerance and unyielding principles to protect and show kindness to even the smallest of creatures.
Anvain was beyond horrified; her legs began to wobble underneath her. What would the giant beast do to the gladiators, if he was willing to execute a fellow Minotaur in such a way.
Holding back tears Anvain rushed to Blissās side, how she wished for her Motherās healing gift. As she examined the girlās wound Anvain was greatly relieved to see it was superficial and it was unlikely to impair her movement later, once healed by Sylvani, Pandora or Kelyren. āDo not worry Bliss; your wound is not life-threatening. It can be easily fixed with healerās magic.ā She spoke quietly to the gladiator hoping the lone Minotaur would not take notice of the crouching pair.
Anvain stood up, her face set in a determined line. There would be no more death here if she could help it. The small elf dropped her sword and spread her hands wide in a non-threatening gesture. She slowly approached the Minotaur; she disregarded his axe and the other gladiatorās shouts of protest and shock. She bravely opened her mouth and addressed the Minotaur. āMighty Minotaur, there is no reason for us to fight each other. You have not caused us injury or insult nor we you. I was recently captured from the far western forest, so I cannot pretend to know the suffering you have endured in this arena.ā The elf could not read the Minotaurās expression, but she knew it could save one of her fellow gladiatorās lives to have the beast on their side. So she continued, āWho do you truly hate? Is it the one that forces you to fight against scared and weak victims? Would you not rather fight against your oppressor than the otherās that he oppresses? Please I ask that you relinquish your weapon, as few we are weak. But as manyā¦.ā Anvain let the questions dangle in the air while she looked into the Minotaurās eyes wanting, needing him to understand.
It had been very reckless and bold of the elf to speak about the King in such terms, but her life in the forest had been one of tolerance and unyielding principles to protect and show kindness to even the smallest of creatures.
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Bliss was the closest gladiator to the minotaur so he chose the easiest route and made to swing his axe and make his first kill. Before he could land his killing blow the sound of loud hoofbeats mixed in with all the other noise came to his ears. No more of his brethren were here, they were all dead now were they not? Shifting his eyes he saw the centaur as it came barreling around and the minotaur turned to begin facing Cutlass, his attention toward Bliss and ending her life forgotten. This one was much more of a threat than the others, he was larger and larger meant more dangerous in his mind. With a growl he readied himself to do battle with his new opponent until yet another sound caused him to flick his ear towards the source. Someone was speaking calmly, that was odd enough for him to at least pay half attention to the voice while his eyes stayed on Cutlass but that was before he heard himself addressed.
Mighty minotaur? That was him, wasn't it? Truly confused, the large beast turned his head as he unwisely now disregarded the centaur to figure out which one of these pests was foolish enough to speak to him. Much to his surprise it wasn't one of the males or fiesty females but a weak looking elf. This was ridiculous, they put such castaways as this in the ring now? However she did have enough bravery to actually approach him so he would grant this small thing a slight pause to listen if only for a few seconds before quickly killing her. The female spoke longer than he thought she would though and his patience was growing thin. She used such large words and phrases that it angered him and he bellowed loudly towards her, picking up his attack ready position again as his eyes scanned for the centaur he had forgotten. Her last words though, oppress and oppressor, they were daunting words to him but he knew them well. She had asked why he fought them and not against the very one who kept him here. Did she not understand? To get to the King he had to fight whatever was put in front of him! Logic was undoubtedly not his strong suit but he did comprehend as few you are weak but as many you are strong. This was true, yes, but was she suggesting he wasn't strong himself? With yet another bellow he pounded a fist to his chest to show her he had his own strength. Why would they ever side with him? Their kind always locked his species up. They were forced into mazes, pits, arenas, whatever cruel idea struck their fancy. All minotaurs were merely shows of terror or guard dogs but he would be the first to have true freedom and use it to his advantage. "Hush!" He bellowed toward her in a guttural and broken sounding voice. "You will trick me. We fight! No talk!"
Tossing his head about as he snorted, he once more put on a great show of aggression to strike fear into his opponents but made no move to actually attack. Despite saying they would fight and not talk he seemed to be waiting for Anvain to make the first move. Had her words actually struck him more than he cared to admit to himself? Either way the crowd was getting antsy as they impatiently waited for more carnage. They called for the beast's blood, his back was turned and his attention was stupidly on the least threatening opponent in the arena. The masses shouted for any of the gladiators to take advantage and make a move so their blood lust could be partially satiated. Their calls were answered when the centaur struck, taking advantage of the minotaur's distraction. He bellowed in pain and surprise, his knees almost buckling with the weight of the hit as blood trickled down from his shoulder. He knew it, a trick is all it was! Turning quickly he swung his axe out in an arc hoping to hit the centaur but stopped short and grabbed the injured shoulder as it was jolted from his movement.
Mighty minotaur? That was him, wasn't it? Truly confused, the large beast turned his head as he unwisely now disregarded the centaur to figure out which one of these pests was foolish enough to speak to him. Much to his surprise it wasn't one of the males or fiesty females but a weak looking elf. This was ridiculous, they put such castaways as this in the ring now? However she did have enough bravery to actually approach him so he would grant this small thing a slight pause to listen if only for a few seconds before quickly killing her. The female spoke longer than he thought she would though and his patience was growing thin. She used such large words and phrases that it angered him and he bellowed loudly towards her, picking up his attack ready position again as his eyes scanned for the centaur he had forgotten. Her last words though, oppress and oppressor, they were daunting words to him but he knew them well. She had asked why he fought them and not against the very one who kept him here. Did she not understand? To get to the King he had to fight whatever was put in front of him! Logic was undoubtedly not his strong suit but he did comprehend as few you are weak but as many you are strong. This was true, yes, but was she suggesting he wasn't strong himself? With yet another bellow he pounded a fist to his chest to show her he had his own strength. Why would they ever side with him? Their kind always locked his species up. They were forced into mazes, pits, arenas, whatever cruel idea struck their fancy. All minotaurs were merely shows of terror or guard dogs but he would be the first to have true freedom and use it to his advantage. "Hush!" He bellowed toward her in a guttural and broken sounding voice. "You will trick me. We fight! No talk!"
Tossing his head about as he snorted, he once more put on a great show of aggression to strike fear into his opponents but made no move to actually attack. Despite saying they would fight and not talk he seemed to be waiting for Anvain to make the first move. Had her words actually struck him more than he cared to admit to himself? Either way the crowd was getting antsy as they impatiently waited for more carnage. They called for the beast's blood, his back was turned and his attention was stupidly on the least threatening opponent in the arena. The masses shouted for any of the gladiators to take advantage and make a move so their blood lust could be partially satiated. Their calls were answered when the centaur struck, taking advantage of the minotaur's distraction. He bellowed in pain and surprise, his knees almost buckling with the weight of the hit as blood trickled down from his shoulder. He knew it, a trick is all it was! Turning quickly he swung his axe out in an arc hoping to hit the centaur but stopped short and grabbed the injured shoulder as it was jolted from his movement.
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~Leilatha~
Leilatha had thought her death was assured when the hairy beast had flung her. Instead she landed hard on her back, cracking several ribs on impact, she lay there for several long moments waiting for the beastās face to obscure her view and end her life of endless torment. When he did not appear, she mustered her remaining strength and sat up, instantly she became dizzy and barely turned her head in time before she vomited the entirety of her breakfast. Her face wrinkled in disgust. What kind of warrior losses their breakfast so easily? Someone who is weak and deserves to die. Leilatha knew there was no room for weakness in the arena or in the life of a gladiator.
She wanted nothing more in that moment than to lie down and surrender to the pain that pulsed over her entire being, but she would always be a fighter and she refused to abandon her team. With almost supernatural determination, Leilatha began to put one hand in front of the other clawing her way to the fight. Her left side lagged badly and she had trouble feeling the left side of her face. Minor details it seemed, for when she caught sight of the tiny Anvain standing up to the beast, weaponless and alone. It triggered something deep within the jaded elf, perhaps a dormant mothering instinct, or a primal desire to protect those of the same species.
Whatever it was it gave the near spent elf strength to stand up and drag-run across the distance, almost without slowing her charge, Leilatha wrenched her sword free from the smaller Minotaurās body. It seemed to be the perfect opportunity Cutlass had just struck a blow to the axe-wielding Minotaurās shoulder, he swung his axe trying to catch the Centaur but the arc was cut short as he went to clutch his shoulder in agony. Anvain seemed to be carved in stone, she had not moved since Cutlassās brilliant kick. Foolish child! Leilatha thought angrily. As she began to shout for her to get out of the way, an idea began to form in her head. It was true the small elf was in a very dangerous position, standing so close to the monster. However, Leilatha could use this chance opportunity to step on Anvainās back and pierce the Minotaurās throat in one smooth movement.
While the Minotaur was busy watching Cutlass with his angry black eyes, Leilatha used her last remaining strength to take a running leap, she placed one foot on Anvainās back, pushed with all her might and Thump! She had badly miscalculated her landing, for she was now wrapped around the Minotaurās neck. The sight would have been almost comical had Leilathaās life not been in peril, his expression quickly changed from confusion to murderous rage. When his lifted his head to look her in the face Leilatha took the opportunity. Sliding her sword into the space between his chin and her body she used her full weight and leverage to pierce his neck. She only stopped her thrust when she could see the sword tip protruding from the back of his neck.
Leilatha breathed a sigh of relief. She had done it, the beasts were dead, and the gladiators had triumphed! They would all live to see another day. Exhaustion suddenly overwhelming Leilatha, forcing her to release her death grip on the creatureās neck. As luck would have it she landed directly on Anvain, who had just begun to right herself after the first incident. Anvainās face was roughly shoved into the dirt when Leilatha impacted into her, she lay there stunned and choking on a mouthful of blood covered sand. Leilatha practically unconscious was glad she had a soft landing; completely unaware Anvain was now pinned underneath her.
Leilatha had thought her death was assured when the hairy beast had flung her. Instead she landed hard on her back, cracking several ribs on impact, she lay there for several long moments waiting for the beastās face to obscure her view and end her life of endless torment. When he did not appear, she mustered her remaining strength and sat up, instantly she became dizzy and barely turned her head in time before she vomited the entirety of her breakfast. Her face wrinkled in disgust. What kind of warrior losses their breakfast so easily? Someone who is weak and deserves to die. Leilatha knew there was no room for weakness in the arena or in the life of a gladiator.
She wanted nothing more in that moment than to lie down and surrender to the pain that pulsed over her entire being, but she would always be a fighter and she refused to abandon her team. With almost supernatural determination, Leilatha began to put one hand in front of the other clawing her way to the fight. Her left side lagged badly and she had trouble feeling the left side of her face. Minor details it seemed, for when she caught sight of the tiny Anvain standing up to the beast, weaponless and alone. It triggered something deep within the jaded elf, perhaps a dormant mothering instinct, or a primal desire to protect those of the same species.
Whatever it was it gave the near spent elf strength to stand up and drag-run across the distance, almost without slowing her charge, Leilatha wrenched her sword free from the smaller Minotaurās body. It seemed to be the perfect opportunity Cutlass had just struck a blow to the axe-wielding Minotaurās shoulder, he swung his axe trying to catch the Centaur but the arc was cut short as he went to clutch his shoulder in agony. Anvain seemed to be carved in stone, she had not moved since Cutlassās brilliant kick. Foolish child! Leilatha thought angrily. As she began to shout for her to get out of the way, an idea began to form in her head. It was true the small elf was in a very dangerous position, standing so close to the monster. However, Leilatha could use this chance opportunity to step on Anvainās back and pierce the Minotaurās throat in one smooth movement.
While the Minotaur was busy watching Cutlass with his angry black eyes, Leilatha used her last remaining strength to take a running leap, she placed one foot on Anvainās back, pushed with all her might and Thump! She had badly miscalculated her landing, for she was now wrapped around the Minotaurās neck. The sight would have been almost comical had Leilathaās life not been in peril, his expression quickly changed from confusion to murderous rage. When his lifted his head to look her in the face Leilatha took the opportunity. Sliding her sword into the space between his chin and her body she used her full weight and leverage to pierce his neck. She only stopped her thrust when she could see the sword tip protruding from the back of his neck.
Leilatha breathed a sigh of relief. She had done it, the beasts were dead, and the gladiators had triumphed! They would all live to see another day. Exhaustion suddenly overwhelming Leilatha, forcing her to release her death grip on the creatureās neck. As luck would have it she landed directly on Anvain, who had just begun to right herself after the first incident. Anvainās face was roughly shoved into the dirt when Leilatha impacted into her, she lay there stunned and choking on a mouthful of blood covered sand. Leilatha practically unconscious was glad she had a soft landing; completely unaware Anvain was now pinned underneath her.
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King Blackwell watched closely, his eyes glowing white, as the gladiators struggled against the minotaur chief; giving a carnivorous grin when the gladiators succeeded. "Perfect!" He said as he stood up from his chair and walked to the edge of the balcony he was observing the fight from. He laid his hand on the arena masters shoulder "Lets finish this fight up shall we?" he said in a cheerful tone as the image in the sky once again turned to the kings face. "Wonderful!" his voice boomed over the coliseum "Did you enjoy the blood my loyal subjects?". The crowd roared their approval "Should we get some healers to these brave warriors?" the sound from the stadium rose to a roar as the citizens cheered even louder. "Guards! take the gladiators to the healing room and let these brave warriors rest!" Suddenly the walls of the labyrinth disappeared as the gates to the coliseum floor opened up letting in 20 armed guards. The lead guard walked up to the gladiators and signaled men to help the injured warriors who could not move on their own. A few of the solders disarmed the gladiators taking their swords before the warriors were ushered out one of the gates and into the healing room.
After the gladiators were out of the arena the king turned around and started walking out "The show is yours again arena master" Blackwell said over his shoulder as he signaled for his mages and guards to follow. When out of ear shot from anyone but his trusted followers he signaled for the captain of his guard lord Logan Gyre. Lord Gyre was a monster of a man standing at a massive 7'8" with 400 pounds of muscle to full him out. He keeps his head shaved for intimidation and his beard long and unkempt for the same reason. He was a notorious fiend taking whatever women he with the bad habit of drinking copious amounts of ale and flying into a rage destroying the tavern afterwards. Some say that he wrestles minotaurs for a hobby though no one has ever seen him commit such a feet everyone believes that it could be true due to his weapon of choice, a freakishly large 5 foot long 3 foot wide great sword that even three strong men could not pick up though Gyre weilds it with ease. Many say his strength and size are due to magical enhancements given to him by the king. As the massive man walked up beside his king he gave a quick bow before speaking in a surprisingly sober tone "My lord what do you need?" Blackwell grinned at the man "Contact the Minotaur tribes and tell them their leader has been slain in a fair duel by me. They now are bound by honor to follow me as their new leader." Lord Gyre looked at his king in confusion "Sir forgive me for questionin ya but did you not say the minotaurs were from king Minos?" Blackwell gave his trade mark grin "Yes I did say that didn't I... well the two small minotaurs were from kings Minos's stock but the large one, well he had been invited to come and meet with me about his lands being invaded by some of my troops or some such nonsense. When I asked if him and his people would serve me he was not very cooperative so I had him thrown into the games. Either way his people will now serve me because I have defeated their leader in fair combat."
Gyre grinned showing some of his black teeth "Yer a bloody genius sir."
"Yes, yes enough with the flattery go and send my message and have the Minotaurs body prepared to be shipped to his people"
"Right away Sir" Gyre saluted before running off.
When the captain was gone Blackwell stood tapping his foot in thought for a moment "Now how about we go see my little pawns shall we. I'm sure by the time I get there they will be healed up and ready to meet their king" With that Blackwell set off towards the healing room his eyes glowing a joyous white.
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Jacob
Jacob ran out of the dragons cage and sprinted up into the stands looking around frantically for Kelyren hoping that the boy hadn't been attacked by anyone. By the time the fight was over Jacob spotted Kelyren. "There you are, dammit your hard to find!" he exclaimed "....tell me you didn't run into anyone suspicious did you? There was something I forgot to tell you healers before the fight started. There is a powerful man looking to hurt the gladiators , and his intention is to do so through you healers so watch out for anyone ok." suddenly the king announced the gladiators were being brought to the healing area. "Damn no time to chat. Come on boy we have to go" the big man said as he abruptly started off towards the healing area though stopping long enough to glare at Kelyren "Oh and if I find you are trying to kill my gladiators...well I'll leave it up to your imagination, Now lets hurry I'm gonna tear those gladiators a new one for doing so poorly this damn fight."
King Blackwell watched closely, his eyes glowing white, as the gladiators struggled against the minotaur chief; giving a carnivorous grin when the gladiators succeeded. "Perfect!" He said as he stood up from his chair and walked to the edge of the balcony he was observing the fight from. He laid his hand on the arena masters shoulder "Lets finish this fight up shall we?" he said in a cheerful tone as the image in the sky once again turned to the kings face. "Wonderful!" his voice boomed over the coliseum "Did you enjoy the blood my loyal subjects?". The crowd roared their approval "Should we get some healers to these brave warriors?" the sound from the stadium rose to a roar as the citizens cheered even louder. "Guards! take the gladiators to the healing room and let these brave warriors rest!" Suddenly the walls of the labyrinth disappeared as the gates to the coliseum floor opened up letting in 20 armed guards. The lead guard walked up to the gladiators and signaled men to help the injured warriors who could not move on their own. A few of the solders disarmed the gladiators taking their swords before the warriors were ushered out one of the gates and into the healing room.
After the gladiators were out of the arena the king turned around and started walking out "The show is yours again arena master" Blackwell said over his shoulder as he signaled for his mages and guards to follow. When out of ear shot from anyone but his trusted followers he signaled for the captain of his guard lord Logan Gyre. Lord Gyre was a monster of a man standing at a massive 7'8" with 400 pounds of muscle to full him out. He keeps his head shaved for intimidation and his beard long and unkempt for the same reason. He was a notorious fiend taking whatever women he with the bad habit of drinking copious amounts of ale and flying into a rage destroying the tavern afterwards. Some say that he wrestles minotaurs for a hobby though no one has ever seen him commit such a feet everyone believes that it could be true due to his weapon of choice, a freakishly large 5 foot long 3 foot wide great sword that even three strong men could not pick up though Gyre weilds it with ease. Many say his strength and size are due to magical enhancements given to him by the king. As the massive man walked up beside his king he gave a quick bow before speaking in a surprisingly sober tone "My lord what do you need?" Blackwell grinned at the man "Contact the Minotaur tribes and tell them their leader has been slain in a fair duel by me. They now are bound by honor to follow me as their new leader." Lord Gyre looked at his king in confusion "Sir forgive me for questionin ya but did you not say the minotaurs were from king Minos?" Blackwell gave his trade mark grin "Yes I did say that didn't I... well the two small minotaurs were from kings Minos's stock but the large one, well he had been invited to come and meet with me about his lands being invaded by some of my troops or some such nonsense. When I asked if him and his people would serve me he was not very cooperative so I had him thrown into the games. Either way his people will now serve me because I have defeated their leader in fair combat."
Gyre grinned showing some of his black teeth "Yer a bloody genius sir."
"Yes, yes enough with the flattery go and send my message and have the Minotaurs body prepared to be shipped to his people"
"Right away Sir" Gyre saluted before running off.
When the captain was gone Blackwell stood tapping his foot in thought for a moment "Now how about we go see my little pawns shall we. I'm sure by the time I get there they will be healed up and ready to meet their king" With that Blackwell set off towards the healing room his eyes glowing a joyous white.
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Jacob
Jacob ran out of the dragons cage and sprinted up into the stands looking around frantically for Kelyren hoping that the boy hadn't been attacked by anyone. By the time the fight was over Jacob spotted Kelyren. "There you are, dammit your hard to find!" he exclaimed "....tell me you didn't run into anyone suspicious did you? There was something I forgot to tell you healers before the fight started. There is a powerful man looking to hurt the gladiators , and his intention is to do so through you healers so watch out for anyone ok." suddenly the king announced the gladiators were being brought to the healing area. "Damn no time to chat. Come on boy we have to go" the big man said as he abruptly started off towards the healing area though stopping long enough to glare at Kelyren "Oh and if I find you are trying to kill my gladiators...well I'll leave it up to your imagination, Now lets hurry I'm gonna tear those gladiators a new one for doing so poorly this damn fight."
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JORDAN
From her own personal box, Jordan watched the fight unfold with bright eyes. It was always a joy to see the newest gladiators in the arena. Of course it wasn't because she was thrilled to see what tactics they would come up with to side step danger or how adept they were with their weapons, oh no, it was much more what she say visually that appealed to her. The muscles, sweat, and blood were all very alluring to the princess and this was the prime time to pick out which man, or woman, she wanted as hers to toy with for the time being. To be honest there were quite a few that caught her eye in this group and she had never had a centaur before but goodness would that be exciting.
The moment the minotaur chief was slain a disapproving frown settled across her face, not because she disapproved of the blood or death of the beast oh no but more so because this meant a win for her father which was something she wasn't the least bit pleased about. Oh well, there were still other factions and creatures that resisted him so he wasn't yet all powerful although he certainly liked to believe so. Pushing those thoughts from her mind she once again returned to thinking about the gladiators and who she wished to have. There was the centaur, that large foreign fellow, the dragon man and of course the elf who had shown quite bravery in dispatching not one but two minotaurs. Oh choices, choices, choices! Biting her lip in thought, she rose from her chair as her two guards and two mages followed suit. Her thoughts only stopped when she saw her father and she hurried over to him after plastering a pleasant smile to her face. "Father! Did you enjoy the fight? It seems you did from the look in your eyes. I was wondering, would you mind if I went to take a closer peek at our new gladiators? I thought a hello from the princess would give the poor warriors a boost after such a hard battle." Blackwell looked over to his daughter with a partially raised brow and a knowing look in his eye. He wasn't any fool and knew what his daughter truly wanted but it was honestly of no concern to him. "Why of course my dear. In fact I'm on my there now so feel free to follow me." Returning his daughter's smile his head snapped to the left as he heard Gyre's voice calling out to him. "Sir! I need to speak with ya about the shipment." "Hm, very well I'll be there in a moment Gyre." Looking down at his daughter once more he knew he could at least trust her to relay information to the gladiators in his stead. "My dearest can you inform the gladiator named Dara, he's the dragon born I believe, that he has been named the crowd favorite? Oh, and, give him my congratulations will you?" Yet another charming smile and off he went with Gyre. Jordan smiled for a moment before glaring at his back as she turned and made her way down into the healing room where she patiently waited near a wall for the gladiators.
From her own personal box, Jordan watched the fight unfold with bright eyes. It was always a joy to see the newest gladiators in the arena. Of course it wasn't because she was thrilled to see what tactics they would come up with to side step danger or how adept they were with their weapons, oh no, it was much more what she say visually that appealed to her. The muscles, sweat, and blood were all very alluring to the princess and this was the prime time to pick out which man, or woman, she wanted as hers to toy with for the time being. To be honest there were quite a few that caught her eye in this group and she had never had a centaur before but goodness would that be exciting.
The moment the minotaur chief was slain a disapproving frown settled across her face, not because she disapproved of the blood or death of the beast oh no but more so because this meant a win for her father which was something she wasn't the least bit pleased about. Oh well, there were still other factions and creatures that resisted him so he wasn't yet all powerful although he certainly liked to believe so. Pushing those thoughts from her mind she once again returned to thinking about the gladiators and who she wished to have. There was the centaur, that large foreign fellow, the dragon man and of course the elf who had shown quite bravery in dispatching not one but two minotaurs. Oh choices, choices, choices! Biting her lip in thought, she rose from her chair as her two guards and two mages followed suit. Her thoughts only stopped when she saw her father and she hurried over to him after plastering a pleasant smile to her face. "Father! Did you enjoy the fight? It seems you did from the look in your eyes. I was wondering, would you mind if I went to take a closer peek at our new gladiators? I thought a hello from the princess would give the poor warriors a boost after such a hard battle." Blackwell looked over to his daughter with a partially raised brow and a knowing look in his eye. He wasn't any fool and knew what his daughter truly wanted but it was honestly of no concern to him. "Why of course my dear. In fact I'm on my there now so feel free to follow me." Returning his daughter's smile his head snapped to the left as he heard Gyre's voice calling out to him. "Sir! I need to speak with ya about the shipment." "Hm, very well I'll be there in a moment Gyre." Looking down at his daughter once more he knew he could at least trust her to relay information to the gladiators in his stead. "My dearest can you inform the gladiator named Dara, he's the dragon born I believe, that he has been named the crowd favorite? Oh, and, give him my congratulations will you?" Yet another charming smile and off he went with Gyre. Jordan smiled for a moment before glaring at his back as she turned and made her way down into the healing room where she patiently waited near a wall for the gladiators.
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