Introduction
Premise
The continent of Russataia is under the rule of a corrupt king that governs with an iron fist, most of his nation lives in poverty as he forcefully takes nearly anything they earn, others he captures and enslaves to work in his mines. The nation is cut off from most other civilization. It sits in the middle of an ocean with other continents miles upon miles away. None leave the continent after entering, not alive anyway as the king guards his borders and slays any who try to leave, very few are permitted in and once in they may never leave.
In the capital of Arcadium is where his palace resides as well as his famous Coliseum. Every year the king holds the great Russataian games where warriors from all over Russataia come to fight for wealth and glory!. Not all the participants battle for such boastful causes. The king enslaves many and forces them to battle for freedom. Others fight to free imprisoned loved ones, others for enough coin to survive. Some noble ones fight in place for the weak. However winning does not always guarantee any of that, for the king is corrupt.
Most of the continent is quite warm though the area surrounding Mt.Orion is cold and snowy
Goverment
The king rules the kingdom with an iron fists, he takes what he wants from his people and gives nothing back. His guards actively take prisoners to work in his mines or to be arena slaves. Even the pettiest of crimes is punishable by death or torture and often ends in the arena, although some corrupt people get by with bribes. In addition to what some consider normal crimes you can be arrested for a great many things. Magic may only be used inside ones own home or designated areas which are generally training grounds or open areas though some magic is forbidden period. Disobeying the guards for any reason as well as taking part in any money making activity without giving an amount to the government set by the king. People secretly would love to see the king overthrown but they do not nearly possess the man power to do so. Talks against the government may result in public execution.
Magic
Magic exists though its not all that common in Russataia because of the restrictions the king imposes. Most people are born with the ability to use magic, but must study or train themselves to do so. It takes a lot of inner energy to use such power so all but the most powerful of mages generally only learn one school of magic. The major schools are as follow, other magic exists but is lesser known and less common.
School of Elements such as, fire, water, earth, wind, ice, electricity. etc.
School of Conjuration such as, Teleportation, object summoning. spirit summoning. etc
School of Alteration such as, Enhance strength, enhance speed, unlocking locks etc.
School of Transformation such as, Morphing objects, morphing self,
School of Divine such as, Healing, force fields,
School of Necromancy is outlawed in Russataia. but includes resurrecting the dead or calling forth demons.
Those are the major schools but many other types of magic exist, some legal others not.
Technology
The technology is what you would expect, all middle ages except for coal operated machinery. Some have been successful in inventing newer technology, but anything new is subject to inspection and confiscation of the government and possession of unknown weaponry is illegal.
Inhabitants
Humans make up the majority with elves and dwarves close to second the cultures of the three however are roughly the same, humans are the only ones native to Russataia but the king has lived ages longer then any normal human and some are on their third generation, the true elven and dwarven culture may differ greatly but on Russataia they all cling to a single one. Other races live on Russataia as well but are much much less common. However animal, beast and monsters all inhabit Russiataia. Dragons and such exist but are very very rare. The king captures some creatures for use in the arena.
Colosseum games!
Multiple trees
The games take place through multiple tree's with a champion at the top of each of them, combatants can be switched through trees as events take place however the goal is to battle to the top and defeat that trees champion. Once that is done the winner receives prize money and a much bigger chance. The champion of each tree will battle it out for the chance to battle the grand champion if they should so choose. The winner of that fight, be it Genox or a newcomer will receive prize money, and something much more valuable. A single wish granted by King Egan himself. Wish for fortune, women, freedom. Almost anything is within the kings power to grant. A loss in the tournament does not necessary mean you are out of the running, certain events or fights may give a combatant a second chance.
Match Rules
Generally it is a no holds bar, normal matches are not to the death but death can obviously happen. The fight go's on until the other is unable to keep fighting or a judge stops the match and declares a winner. The arena is also normally outfitted with obstacles or traps.
Match Types
Normal: A single gladiator pitted against another in one on one combat.
Team: Two gladiators per team pitted agains't one another in two vs two combat.
Beast: A gladiator or two pitted against a beast or monster in a battle to the death.
Gauntlet: A gladiator or two pitted agains't a wave of lesser combatants. Usually criminals or untrained slaves.
Flag: Two teams of two battle it for a flag placed in the arena, the objective is to get the flag to your teams goal.
Death match: Any match can be declared a death match, if a death match is declared the combatants battle to the death. All matches vs a champion is a death match.
Arena Match Dice System
As we decided early in the RP that we were going to use a dice system for arena match's that I was in the process of creating. The dice system is ready to go and here is how it works. Please note that the following only applies to fights that take place INSIDE of the arena.
1: When a player is battling an NPC the fight progress's as it normally would. Gorman Conall controls the NPC.
2: When a player is battling another player in a non death match the outcome is decided by a dice roll thrown by the Gorman Conall and PMed to each of the combatants. The fight will progress normally so long as it ends with the dice roll outcome.
3: A player vs player death match will not take place without preplanning. If at anytime it does, the dice will not be used for it.
4: The dice used will be a 20 sided dice but may change depending on the map conditions. Advantages and disadvantages will be gained prior to battle. The chance rate is at default 50/50 or 10 to 10. However certain conditions change it. Perhaps one combatant enters the arena with an injury. The chances may change to 11 to 9 or further depending on the severity of the injury. More conditions do apply and will be explained prior to each match by Gorman Conall in the OOC
Rules and guidelines for joining
1: Be active, please if at all possible do not join unless you intend to stay with it. I like to see my RPs all the way through.
2: No god modding of any kind
3: Please try to write well, if you are not the best at spelling like me, use a spell check.
4: Be unique, if someone before you joined and has a certain power, don't make a character with the same power.
5: The RP will always be open and people will be able to join in progress, however you must have some understanding of what has happened. You should try to read the whole thing, but I will post summary's in the information station.
6: Time zones, I am in the EST timezone, its fine if you have a different timezone as long as its relatively close to the ones in the United States.
I myself will have control of the king and I may make some other characters. You may be whatever you want, a warrior, mage, someone who serves the king or even a peasant. Post a bio and I will have a look.
I put a lot of work in this, so if you are interested please join up.
The continent of Russataia is under the rule of a corrupt king that governs with an iron fist, most of his nation lives in poverty as he forcefully takes nearly anything they earn, others he captures and enslaves to work in his mines. The nation is cut off from most other civilization. It sits in the middle of an ocean with other continents miles upon miles away. None leave the continent after entering, not alive anyway as the king guards his borders and slays any who try to leave, very few are permitted in and once in they may never leave.
In the capital of Arcadium is where his palace resides as well as his famous Coliseum. Every year the king holds the great Russataian games where warriors from all over Russataia come to fight for wealth and glory!. Not all the participants battle for such boastful causes. The king enslaves many and forces them to battle for freedom. Others fight to free imprisoned loved ones, others for enough coin to survive. Some noble ones fight in place for the weak. However winning does not always guarantee any of that, for the king is corrupt.
Most of the continent is quite warm though the area surrounding Mt.Orion is cold and snowy
Goverment
The king rules the kingdom with an iron fists, he takes what he wants from his people and gives nothing back. His guards actively take prisoners to work in his mines or to be arena slaves. Even the pettiest of crimes is punishable by death or torture and often ends in the arena, although some corrupt people get by with bribes. In addition to what some consider normal crimes you can be arrested for a great many things. Magic may only be used inside ones own home or designated areas which are generally training grounds or open areas though some magic is forbidden period. Disobeying the guards for any reason as well as taking part in any money making activity without giving an amount to the government set by the king. People secretly would love to see the king overthrown but they do not nearly possess the man power to do so. Talks against the government may result in public execution.
Magic
Magic exists though its not all that common in Russataia because of the restrictions the king imposes. Most people are born with the ability to use magic, but must study or train themselves to do so. It takes a lot of inner energy to use such power so all but the most powerful of mages generally only learn one school of magic. The major schools are as follow, other magic exists but is lesser known and less common.
School of Elements such as, fire, water, earth, wind, ice, electricity. etc.
School of Conjuration such as, Teleportation, object summoning. spirit summoning. etc
School of Alteration such as, Enhance strength, enhance speed, unlocking locks etc.
School of Transformation such as, Morphing objects, morphing self,
School of Divine such as, Healing, force fields,
School of Necromancy is outlawed in Russataia. but includes resurrecting the dead or calling forth demons.
Those are the major schools but many other types of magic exist, some legal others not.
Technology
The technology is what you would expect, all middle ages except for coal operated machinery. Some have been successful in inventing newer technology, but anything new is subject to inspection and confiscation of the government and possession of unknown weaponry is illegal.
Inhabitants
Humans make up the majority with elves and dwarves close to second the cultures of the three however are roughly the same, humans are the only ones native to Russataia but the king has lived ages longer then any normal human and some are on their third generation, the true elven and dwarven culture may differ greatly but on Russataia they all cling to a single one. Other races live on Russataia as well but are much much less common. However animal, beast and monsters all inhabit Russiataia. Dragons and such exist but are very very rare. The king captures some creatures for use in the arena.
Colosseum games!
Multiple trees
The games take place through multiple tree's with a champion at the top of each of them, combatants can be switched through trees as events take place however the goal is to battle to the top and defeat that trees champion. Once that is done the winner receives prize money and a much bigger chance. The champion of each tree will battle it out for the chance to battle the grand champion if they should so choose. The winner of that fight, be it Genox or a newcomer will receive prize money, and something much more valuable. A single wish granted by King Egan himself. Wish for fortune, women, freedom. Almost anything is within the kings power to grant. A loss in the tournament does not necessary mean you are out of the running, certain events or fights may give a combatant a second chance.
Match Rules
Generally it is a no holds bar, normal matches are not to the death but death can obviously happen. The fight go's on until the other is unable to keep fighting or a judge stops the match and declares a winner. The arena is also normally outfitted with obstacles or traps.
Match Types
Normal: A single gladiator pitted against another in one on one combat.
Team: Two gladiators per team pitted agains't one another in two vs two combat.
Beast: A gladiator or two pitted against a beast or monster in a battle to the death.
Gauntlet: A gladiator or two pitted agains't a wave of lesser combatants. Usually criminals or untrained slaves.
Flag: Two teams of two battle it for a flag placed in the arena, the objective is to get the flag to your teams goal.
Death match: Any match can be declared a death match, if a death match is declared the combatants battle to the death. All matches vs a champion is a death match.
Arena Match Dice System
As we decided early in the RP that we were going to use a dice system for arena match's that I was in the process of creating. The dice system is ready to go and here is how it works. Please note that the following only applies to fights that take place INSIDE of the arena.
1: When a player is battling an NPC the fight progress's as it normally would. Gorman Conall controls the NPC.
2: When a player is battling another player in a non death match the outcome is decided by a dice roll thrown by the Gorman Conall and PMed to each of the combatants. The fight will progress normally so long as it ends with the dice roll outcome.
3: A player vs player death match will not take place without preplanning. If at anytime it does, the dice will not be used for it.
4: The dice used will be a 20 sided dice but may change depending on the map conditions. Advantages and disadvantages will be gained prior to battle. The chance rate is at default 50/50 or 10 to 10. However certain conditions change it. Perhaps one combatant enters the arena with an injury. The chances may change to 11 to 9 or further depending on the severity of the injury. More conditions do apply and will be explained prior to each match by Gorman Conall in the OOC
Rules and guidelines for joining
1: Be active, please if at all possible do not join unless you intend to stay with it. I like to see my RPs all the way through.
2: No god modding of any kind
3: Please try to write well, if you are not the best at spelling like me, use a spell check.
4: Be unique, if someone before you joined and has a certain power, don't make a character with the same power.
5: The RP will always be open and people will be able to join in progress, however you must have some understanding of what has happened. You should try to read the whole thing, but I will post summary's in the information station.
6: Time zones, I am in the EST timezone, its fine if you have a different timezone as long as its relatively close to the ones in the United States.
I myself will have control of the king and I may make some other characters. You may be whatever you want, a warrior, mage, someone who serves the king or even a peasant. Post a bio and I will have a look.
I put a lot of work in this, so if you are interested please join up.
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In the dead center of the capital of Russataia, the slaves were working tirelessly on the Coliseums new upgrades and maintenance. For the annual Russataian games were fast approaching and the arena had to be ready in time lest they face the wrath of the corrupt king Egan. The king himself had personally come down to inspect the progress, he often did venture out in Arcadium, he had very little to fear. The people were repressed and the watchful eye of the royal guard was everywhere. As the king approached his prized arena the slaves had yet to chase away the stench of the dead that still plagued the area from the year before. The sun cast an eerie light on the blood stains the slaves had yet to come clean and bones were still protruding out of the arenas sand.
The king walked slowly inside the arena leaving foot prints in the sand that the slaves quickly followed covering them up, the king was merely basking in the glory of Colosseum, excited like a young child for the games to begin. He loved watching the warriors fight with all their willpower and might all battling with a purpose most of them would never live to see. No matter how many fights they would win, they could never claim the grand prize, a single wish granted by the king himself. But no one had ever defeated the Kings personal grand champion Genox Vandilson and it was unlikely to change. The kings eyes were closed just imaging the bloodshed that was to take place oh so soon, he could almost taste it, he could almost hear the screams of agony. A loud crash snapped the king back to reality, one of the slaves had let go of a rope as he was holstering a column to the second floor.
The king marched over to the slave who quickly cowered and keeled before him, the slaves hands were torn and bloody, he obviously tried to catch the rope but it had nearly severed his hands. The man was sobbing, knowing he had attracted the fury of the king upon himself. "My..my..my lord..I..I..I..am sorry..it slipped" He cried on his knees looking at the ground.
The king stood tall looking down at the frightened slave, his expression blank and unreadable, yet his body had blocked the sun casting a shadow over the poor soul. "You dare make a mistake so close to the games!" The king snarled clenching his fists "I..I...tried to catch it sire..I ..did.." The slave bellowed, his fellows workers didn't even glance at the commotion not wanting to attract the kings attention to themselves. The sobbing slave held up his hands showing the king the gashes in them, hoping the king would have mercy.
Suddenly the shadow had disappeared once again letting the sun beat on the slaves cold body, he breathed a sigh of relief thinking the king had walked away. When the slave looked up he was nose to nose with a jet black tiger barring its teeth. The tiger pounced on the slave who screamed as loud as his lungs would allow before they changed to disturbing gurgles as blood poured from his severed throat. The slaves payed no attention to the horrible scene and simply continued working, cleaning up the body, mess and new blood stains once the king had left.
The king walked slowly inside the arena leaving foot prints in the sand that the slaves quickly followed covering them up, the king was merely basking in the glory of Colosseum, excited like a young child for the games to begin. He loved watching the warriors fight with all their willpower and might all battling with a purpose most of them would never live to see. No matter how many fights they would win, they could never claim the grand prize, a single wish granted by the king himself. But no one had ever defeated the Kings personal grand champion Genox Vandilson and it was unlikely to change. The kings eyes were closed just imaging the bloodshed that was to take place oh so soon, he could almost taste it, he could almost hear the screams of agony. A loud crash snapped the king back to reality, one of the slaves had let go of a rope as he was holstering a column to the second floor.
The king marched over to the slave who quickly cowered and keeled before him, the slaves hands were torn and bloody, he obviously tried to catch the rope but it had nearly severed his hands. The man was sobbing, knowing he had attracted the fury of the king upon himself. "My..my..my lord..I..I..I..am sorry..it slipped" He cried on his knees looking at the ground.
The king stood tall looking down at the frightened slave, his expression blank and unreadable, yet his body had blocked the sun casting a shadow over the poor soul. "You dare make a mistake so close to the games!" The king snarled clenching his fists "I..I...tried to catch it sire..I ..did.." The slave bellowed, his fellows workers didn't even glance at the commotion not wanting to attract the kings attention to themselves. The sobbing slave held up his hands showing the king the gashes in them, hoping the king would have mercy.
Suddenly the shadow had disappeared once again letting the sun beat on the slaves cold body, he breathed a sigh of relief thinking the king had walked away. When the slave looked up he was nose to nose with a jet black tiger barring its teeth. The tiger pounced on the slave who screamed as loud as his lungs would allow before they changed to disturbing gurgles as blood poured from his severed throat. The slaves payed no attention to the horrible scene and simply continued working, cleaning up the body, mess and new blood stains once the king had left.
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Milo stood in a feild on the outskirts of Arcadium, he stared into the pale sky with hope in his eyes.
"where are you..." He chewed his lip as he scanned the distant treeline, his eyes caught sight of what he wanted. A sort of bird emerged from the trees and soared above the field, it was a hawk.
Milo had been watching for the hawk ever since he heard some younger boys talking about in the city, they said they saw it catch a smaller bird right out of the air and kill it right before them. He let out a sigh as clutched his fists, he wanted its form but he needed to get close enough to it to really see what it looked like, how it moved and sounded.
His mind flickered with thoughts, the image of a humming bird came to him. He remembered seeing it at his window, he was only ten but it was one of his first transformations.
Suddenly he felt light, his body morphed into the tiny buzzing bird and he shot into the sky after the hawk.
"Come get me..." He thought as darted across its path, with a screech the hawk followed. Milo's heart nearly exploded with excitment as he turned and faced the hawk dodging beneath it.
He got all he needed and let himself fall towards the earth, the hawk still following, Milo touched the tops of the high grass and transformed himself into the hawk soaring upwards into the sky. The real hawk seemed very confused and nearly slammed into the ground, it landed hoping that the humming bird was still around.
Milo made his way over Arcadium, he saw his home and swung low over the servants tending the lawn, they looked up at him with awe.
He flew over shops and squares, as he flew over the colleseum he heard a horrific yell of pain and fear; he circled over head of the gruesome scene, a black tiger fed on a man.
Milo couldn't keep his breath and landed on a perch clumsily; he stared down at the beast taking it all in; he hadn't even noticed he had returned back to his human form as he had lost concentration.
"where are you..." He chewed his lip as he scanned the distant treeline, his eyes caught sight of what he wanted. A sort of bird emerged from the trees and soared above the field, it was a hawk.
Milo had been watching for the hawk ever since he heard some younger boys talking about in the city, they said they saw it catch a smaller bird right out of the air and kill it right before them. He let out a sigh as clutched his fists, he wanted its form but he needed to get close enough to it to really see what it looked like, how it moved and sounded.
His mind flickered with thoughts, the image of a humming bird came to him. He remembered seeing it at his window, he was only ten but it was one of his first transformations.
Suddenly he felt light, his body morphed into the tiny buzzing bird and he shot into the sky after the hawk.
"Come get me..." He thought as darted across its path, with a screech the hawk followed. Milo's heart nearly exploded with excitment as he turned and faced the hawk dodging beneath it.
He got all he needed and let himself fall towards the earth, the hawk still following, Milo touched the tops of the high grass and transformed himself into the hawk soaring upwards into the sky. The real hawk seemed very confused and nearly slammed into the ground, it landed hoping that the humming bird was still around.
Milo made his way over Arcadium, he saw his home and swung low over the servants tending the lawn, they looked up at him with awe.
He flew over shops and squares, as he flew over the colleseum he heard a horrific yell of pain and fear; he circled over head of the gruesome scene, a black tiger fed on a man.
Milo couldn't keep his breath and landed on a perch clumsily; he stared down at the beast taking it all in; he hadn't even noticed he had returned back to his human form as he had lost concentration.
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The sun glistened off the fountain in the court yard outside Gabriella's room. It was setting, painting the sky magnificent colors that reflected in the fountain's water. The warm night air swirled around the garden, almost bringing the plants to life. The sight was very serene but Gabriella's thought were anything but calm. The day before she had been forced to leave her home at Moonvale and her little brother as well.
Tobith had tried to be strong when she said her goodbyes, but she saw the tears in his eyes. She promised to visit but they both knew that she would not be allowed. Their father had disliked the idea of his only daughter being out of his sight and now that her training was complete he probably wouldn't let her leave Arcaidum until she was wed. That thought had sent shivers down her spine, as it was she was long past her coming of age party and her mother would no doubt set up a line of suitors the moment the sun came up tomorrow.
She had hugged her brother goodbye, at least she would see him during the tournament. Everything is canceled during the games, and Tobith would be brought back home to watch. She would still miss him, he didn't have many friends because he was a very quite person, and they had become very close in their years together in Moonvale. Nana had pulled her away to the carriage that was waiting, and told her not to worry, that Tobith would be fine. But Gabriella wasn't worried about him, he would survive, she was scared of what would happen to her in Arcaidum.
After arriving to her families home in Arcadium she was went straight to her room, telling the others that she was tired from travel but the truth was that she was scared of what was to come in the next few days. She walked into her room, it was exactly the same way she had left it the year before. The four poster bed white wood glistened in the middle of the room, the rose colored walls matched the pink and gold embroidered curtains and bed spread. She walked over to the large white amour and opened it up, it contained all of the beautiful gowns she had no need for at the school. After taking in all the sights and smells of home she sat on the small window seat and looked out to at the beautiful sunset.
Her mother had told her of a coming home party that was set for tomorrow, she knew that it was just an excuse to have all the eligible bachelors come and meet her. She felt like cattle, the party was just the viewing before the auction. There would be a number of parties then some social calls and finally her father would accept whoever had the highest bid, and she would be carted off to serve what ever man paid the most for her. Forget about love, that was only something for the fairy tales, her only hope was that her father wouldn't pick some old decrepit man, or someone deformed with a lot of money. Hopefully he would take his time before accepting any offers so that she would have more time before she would be enslaved to someone else. This was the life of a noble women, a slave, just one that was well taken care of.
She heard a knock at the door that snapped her out of her thoughts, she wiped the tear that had formed from her eyes and painted a smile on her face. She cleared her throat "Come in." The door opened and in walked her older brother Gracin. A true smile washed over her face and her eyes light up.
"Well hello little sister," He said with the playful grin that was always on his face. "Your looking positively old Gabby." Gabriella ran over and hugged her brother, she had really missed him even if he did always tease her. She stepped back and took a good look at him. He was dressed in his sparring clothes, he always did like to practice as if he would participate in the games, and today he smelled like he truly had.
"There was no reason for you to get so cleaned up just to come see me." Gabriella retorted back to him. Gracin clutched his chest as if she had just stabbed him with her words.
He sputtered, "Oh Gabby," standing straight up again he finished, "Your schooling really didn't help with your insults."
Tobith had tried to be strong when she said her goodbyes, but she saw the tears in his eyes. She promised to visit but they both knew that she would not be allowed. Their father had disliked the idea of his only daughter being out of his sight and now that her training was complete he probably wouldn't let her leave Arcaidum until she was wed. That thought had sent shivers down her spine, as it was she was long past her coming of age party and her mother would no doubt set up a line of suitors the moment the sun came up tomorrow.
She had hugged her brother goodbye, at least she would see him during the tournament. Everything is canceled during the games, and Tobith would be brought back home to watch. She would still miss him, he didn't have many friends because he was a very quite person, and they had become very close in their years together in Moonvale. Nana had pulled her away to the carriage that was waiting, and told her not to worry, that Tobith would be fine. But Gabriella wasn't worried about him, he would survive, she was scared of what would happen to her in Arcaidum.
After arriving to her families home in Arcadium she was went straight to her room, telling the others that she was tired from travel but the truth was that she was scared of what was to come in the next few days. She walked into her room, it was exactly the same way she had left it the year before. The four poster bed white wood glistened in the middle of the room, the rose colored walls matched the pink and gold embroidered curtains and bed spread. She walked over to the large white amour and opened it up, it contained all of the beautiful gowns she had no need for at the school. After taking in all the sights and smells of home she sat on the small window seat and looked out to at the beautiful sunset.
Her mother had told her of a coming home party that was set for tomorrow, she knew that it was just an excuse to have all the eligible bachelors come and meet her. She felt like cattle, the party was just the viewing before the auction. There would be a number of parties then some social calls and finally her father would accept whoever had the highest bid, and she would be carted off to serve what ever man paid the most for her. Forget about love, that was only something for the fairy tales, her only hope was that her father wouldn't pick some old decrepit man, or someone deformed with a lot of money. Hopefully he would take his time before accepting any offers so that she would have more time before she would be enslaved to someone else. This was the life of a noble women, a slave, just one that was well taken care of.
She heard a knock at the door that snapped her out of her thoughts, she wiped the tear that had formed from her eyes and painted a smile on her face. She cleared her throat "Come in." The door opened and in walked her older brother Gracin. A true smile washed over her face and her eyes light up.
"Well hello little sister," He said with the playful grin that was always on his face. "Your looking positively old Gabby." Gabriella ran over and hugged her brother, she had really missed him even if he did always tease her. She stepped back and took a good look at him. He was dressed in his sparring clothes, he always did like to practice as if he would participate in the games, and today he smelled like he truly had.
"There was no reason for you to get so cleaned up just to come see me." Gabriella retorted back to him. Gracin clutched his chest as if she had just stabbed him with her words.
He sputtered, "Oh Gabby," standing straight up again he finished, "Your schooling really didn't help with your insults."
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While slaves toiled under the sun on the reconstruction and upgrade of the Arena for the games many of the fighters were only a shout away eating what might be some of their last meals. Looking on Eric sneered as he watched the poor eat far too much, the nervous eat too little and the afraid eat nothing. He himself had already eaten a meal, savouring what really was the only decent meal he'd escaped slavery yet again.
While watching the others go about their ways Eric unconsciously thought of the past, and remembered Illochen, the mountains and its coliseum. It was nestled in the foothills of the mountains. Stands encircling a large pit held over 600 thousand people; walls 30 feet high surrounding the pit were topped by spikes pointing downwards in the pit. Those were placed to prevent the larger creatures from attacking the crowds as much as it trapped the gladiators. Inside the pit are 6 large gates that each lead to a teams den. Eric himself belonged to the black team, the lowest of the low, but he loved those homes. The straw that was infested with rats and the gods knew what else were so common to the gladiator that the mats he was provided with now were too much a luxury for him to enjoy.
His thoughts returned to the arena itself, and even though Eric could see the slaves working now, he couldn't help but wonder if it would match the arena he fought in. He wondered what creatures they had prepared for people like him, what other fighters came boasting about a premature skill developed without the fear of death a their throat every day of their lives. Running a finger memorably over the porcelain mask laying on his lap Eric sighed quietly and left the mess hall.
The day was dwindling down to nothing, or it soon would be, and he had little time left to sleep before it was night. Returning to his mat of luxury and a small confined cell with the lack of comfort Eric was accustomed to he threw the mat against the wall and laid down on the bare floor. The ceiling was a blank wall and with no other interesting sights Eric laid the porcelain mask atop his face and began to prepare mentally for what may be his death tomorrow.
While watching the others go about their ways Eric unconsciously thought of the past, and remembered Illochen, the mountains and its coliseum. It was nestled in the foothills of the mountains. Stands encircling a large pit held over 600 thousand people; walls 30 feet high surrounding the pit were topped by spikes pointing downwards in the pit. Those were placed to prevent the larger creatures from attacking the crowds as much as it trapped the gladiators. Inside the pit are 6 large gates that each lead to a teams den. Eric himself belonged to the black team, the lowest of the low, but he loved those homes. The straw that was infested with rats and the gods knew what else were so common to the gladiator that the mats he was provided with now were too much a luxury for him to enjoy.
His thoughts returned to the arena itself, and even though Eric could see the slaves working now, he couldn't help but wonder if it would match the arena he fought in. He wondered what creatures they had prepared for people like him, what other fighters came boasting about a premature skill developed without the fear of death a their throat every day of their lives. Running a finger memorably over the porcelain mask laying on his lap Eric sighed quietly and left the mess hall.
The day was dwindling down to nothing, or it soon would be, and he had little time left to sleep before it was night. Returning to his mat of luxury and a small confined cell with the lack of comfort Eric was accustomed to he threw the mat against the wall and laid down on the bare floor. The ceiling was a blank wall and with no other interesting sights Eric laid the porcelain mask atop his face and began to prepare mentally for what may be his death tomorrow.
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Endy sat at a table in front of the little bistro that faced the square opposite the Colleseum. The gigantic statue of Genox dominated the wide open piazza. It had been too easy to persuade the owner to let him play for a two week gig. He had taken his espresso to the table in the shade and strummed his lyre absently. The music wandered into the square and down the streets and alleyways, calling to the residents of the city. The bistro would be packed tonight and the owner would be pleased.
Two guards wandered up as if drawn to a favorite smell. Endymion continued to play but smiled up at them.
"Greetings brothers! A fine day indeed. I see you are music lovers."
The greasy guard grunted "Ya, snot bad"
"I am honored" Endy said. 'Let me personally invite you to the show tonight and provide drinks for you and your brothers, as my guests."
"Awroight" the short guard said, "we will. Fanks friend!" They wandered off smiling and talking to themselves.
"Too easy, too easy" Endy enjoyed making people do as he wished and leaving them think it was thier idea. A few drinks and he would be friends with the whole unit that protected the square and it's surrounds. Money well spent.
As he sipped his complimentary drink and pondered on his play list, he watched a hawk lazily circle above.
"Curious" he thought,"He shouldn't be here."
The bard was even more amazed as the hawk turned into a person and precariously sat upon an unsteady perch on the wall of the huge areana.
"Even more curious" he smiled. "This should prove to be an interesting and lucrative gig."
Two guards wandered up as if drawn to a favorite smell. Endymion continued to play but smiled up at them.
"Greetings brothers! A fine day indeed. I see you are music lovers."
The greasy guard grunted "Ya, snot bad"
"I am honored" Endy said. 'Let me personally invite you to the show tonight and provide drinks for you and your brothers, as my guests."
"Awroight" the short guard said, "we will. Fanks friend!" They wandered off smiling and talking to themselves.
"Too easy, too easy" Endy enjoyed making people do as he wished and leaving them think it was thier idea. A few drinks and he would be friends with the whole unit that protected the square and it's surrounds. Money well spent.
As he sipped his complimentary drink and pondered on his play list, he watched a hawk lazily circle above.
"Curious" he thought,"He shouldn't be here."
The bard was even more amazed as the hawk turned into a person and precariously sat upon an unsteady perch on the wall of the huge areana.
"Even more curious" he smiled. "This should prove to be an interesting and lucrative gig."
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(Approximately one-hundred years after Darkwater was banished.)
Arige sat up and looked around. All he could see was sand, lots of sand. He looked around, trying to remember what had happened. He saw flashes of the Order casting a spell, and then he was here. Arige stood up but nearly fell down. “Whatever they did, it has weakened me greatly. I must find energy,” he said to himself. He began to walk toward the rising sun. Arige had only been walking for a few minutes before he became weaker and began to stumble. Arige looked up and saw a vulture. “Finally,” Arige said with a sigh of relief. Arige held out his arm towards the bird. “Ruza’bihnt!” The vulture fell to the ground, lifeless. The spell had drained the vulture’s life and turned it into energy for Arige. “The energy wont last long. I will have to find more wildlife or if I’m lucky…. a man,” Arige said out loud to himself. Arige continued walking east.
Arige sat up and looked around. All he could see was sand, lots of sand. He looked around, trying to remember what had happened. He saw flashes of the Order casting a spell, and then he was here. Arige stood up but nearly fell down. “Whatever they did, it has weakened me greatly. I must find energy,” he said to himself. He began to walk toward the rising sun. Arige had only been walking for a few minutes before he became weaker and began to stumble. Arige looked up and saw a vulture. “Finally,” Arige said with a sigh of relief. Arige held out his arm towards the bird. “Ruza’bihnt!” The vulture fell to the ground, lifeless. The spell had drained the vulture’s life and turned it into energy for Arige. “The energy wont last long. I will have to find more wildlife or if I’m lucky…. a man,” Arige said out loud to himself. Arige continued walking east.
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Milo realized that he had turned back into himself and backed away from the sight below, his eyes were set on the tiger as it devoured the man. The heels of his boots caught nothing but air causing him to lose his balance, it was then he was pulled from the gore as he tumbled backwards towards the street below.
"Eh!" He let out a faint cry as he transformed into the hawk a mere five feet from the cobbled ground, he pulled up best he could but as he attempted to dodge a passing merchant he flew straight into a hanging flag which he pulled free as he hurtled into what he could not see.
He smashed into a few unseen, very hard, objects before coming to a skittering stop. His concentration broken, he was reverted back to his human self.
"Ugh.... " Milo swallowed as he pulled the flag from his face and sat up looking around, he was in a tangle of chairs and a table on the patio of a bistro.
He quickly freed himself from the mess and stood up patting away the dirt from his clothes before looking around and hurridly departing down a side alley.
"You idiot... if anyone saw you crash... embarassing..." He let the thought fall away for a greater, much more terrorfying one.
"If that black tiger saw you..." He swallowed and looked over his shoulder and then stepped out into a busy street.
"Why weren't any of the slaves concerned... there is something strange going on." He made his way towards home, his eyes on the ground the whole time as night stretched across the city.
Milo let his thoughts go as he passed by the Montale home, his eyes lifted to Gabriella's window. He stopped walking and simply stared at the beautiful young woman who looked out, he had always had a crush on her though his family forbade any contact with the Montales as they were 'contributors to the Kings Slaughter house', as his father would say.
She probably didn't even know he was alive, she was just a year older than him and they were both nobility but other than that they had nothing in common and no reason to speak to one another.
Gabriella stood and left the window, Milo let out a sigh and continued to his home at a slow pace. He passed the servants as they finished the lawn work, they stopped and nodded to him before returning to their tasks, he smiled weakily at them and entered through the massive oak door closing it tightly behind him.
A short time later he found himself in his bed staring at the high up ceiling, night had fully clasped the world he knew and the moon shone its silver light across the foot of his blanket, he slept with the curtians of his bed drawn back, he hated not being able to see what was around him.
"I'm sure tommorow will be better..." He said as he rolled to his side and fell into slumber.
"Eh!" He let out a faint cry as he transformed into the hawk a mere five feet from the cobbled ground, he pulled up best he could but as he attempted to dodge a passing merchant he flew straight into a hanging flag which he pulled free as he hurtled into what he could not see.
He smashed into a few unseen, very hard, objects before coming to a skittering stop. His concentration broken, he was reverted back to his human self.
"Ugh.... " Milo swallowed as he pulled the flag from his face and sat up looking around, he was in a tangle of chairs and a table on the patio of a bistro.
He quickly freed himself from the mess and stood up patting away the dirt from his clothes before looking around and hurridly departing down a side alley.
"You idiot... if anyone saw you crash... embarassing..." He let the thought fall away for a greater, much more terrorfying one.
"If that black tiger saw you..." He swallowed and looked over his shoulder and then stepped out into a busy street.
"Why weren't any of the slaves concerned... there is something strange going on." He made his way towards home, his eyes on the ground the whole time as night stretched across the city.
Milo let his thoughts go as he passed by the Montale home, his eyes lifted to Gabriella's window. He stopped walking and simply stared at the beautiful young woman who looked out, he had always had a crush on her though his family forbade any contact with the Montales as they were 'contributors to the Kings Slaughter house', as his father would say.
She probably didn't even know he was alive, she was just a year older than him and they were both nobility but other than that they had nothing in common and no reason to speak to one another.
Gabriella stood and left the window, Milo let out a sigh and continued to his home at a slow pace. He passed the servants as they finished the lawn work, they stopped and nodded to him before returning to their tasks, he smiled weakily at them and entered through the massive oak door closing it tightly behind him.
A short time later he found himself in his bed staring at the high up ceiling, night had fully clasped the world he knew and the moon shone its silver light across the foot of his blanket, he slept with the curtians of his bed drawn back, he hated not being able to see what was around him.
"I'm sure tommorow will be better..." He said as he rolled to his side and fell into slumber.
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Aylward felt a strong, incensed rage as he watched the black tiger sink its fangs into the man's teeth. King Egan had just killed a slave for an honest mistake! That was unforgivable. Yet Aylward knew that with the royal guard so close by, to attempt anything against the king would be foolish. He was here to spy out the construction works going on in the arena, not get himself killed. Feeling a sick twist in his stomach, he decided he had seen enough for the day.
He leapt over a ledge, letting himself fall 2 storeys to the floor below as he summoned a light wind to slow his descent. He landed nimbly, but immediately felt his heart sink as he turned and saw 2 royal guards standing behind him. They recognised who he was and immediately drew their swords, coming right after him. Aylward didn't give them any chance to gain ground as he ran away, summoning a wind beneath his feet to speed himself up. He laughed as he watched the royal guard attempt to keep up with him in their much heavier armor. Then he caught a glance of a smirk flitting across one of their faces.
Aylward turned back only to find a row of 5 guards standing in front of him, sealing of his exit. Takes more than that to stop me, idiots! He yelled in his head as he nocked an arrow in his bow and let it fly at the row of guards, a gale whipping up in its wake. The arrow struck a guard in his shoulder and the gale that followed sent the guards falling back on their feet as Aylward leapt over them and continued running towards the town.
He leapt over a ledge, letting himself fall 2 storeys to the floor below as he summoned a light wind to slow his descent. He landed nimbly, but immediately felt his heart sink as he turned and saw 2 royal guards standing behind him. They recognised who he was and immediately drew their swords, coming right after him. Aylward didn't give them any chance to gain ground as he ran away, summoning a wind beneath his feet to speed himself up. He laughed as he watched the royal guard attempt to keep up with him in their much heavier armor. Then he caught a glance of a smirk flitting across one of their faces.
Aylward turned back only to find a row of 5 guards standing in front of him, sealing of his exit. Takes more than that to stop me, idiots! He yelled in his head as he nocked an arrow in his bow and let it fly at the row of guards, a gale whipping up in its wake. The arrow struck a guard in his shoulder and the gale that followed sent the guards falling back on their feet as Aylward leapt over them and continued running towards the town.
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The sound of a tiger roaring nearly drowned out the screams of a dieing slave. It had become a regular thing to hear in the streets around the arena. Elegost remembered the several dead people that King Egan had killed mercilessly. At first, when he was younger, it was something he did not think of. The weak were to obey the strong, and the strong preyed on the weak. It was the way of life! But it wasn't right. The retired soldier thought as he stood outside the arena walls. He had come only to pay his respects to the dieing, and to remind himself why he left the king's army. It was his wish to pay the king back for all his evil doings, but now was not the time. And he had to keep his thoughts secret, or else he too would be screaming to death in the dirt and blood stained floor of the arena.
As he turned to leave that dark place, filled with the stench of death, guards and soldiers that stood at the entrance saluted him. They knew who he was, and what he had done for the kingdom. He was a war hero to them, a beacon of goodness and justice. It was a shame they did not see the King for what he was, a dark ruler without a heart. If they could realize this, perhaps Elegost would be able to turn them away from this cruelty that filled Russataia. That's a good idea...perhaps my reputation will earn me an army. A rebellion could be made... he thought to himself. Then he shook his head. "There is no more hope left for the living. And daydreaming will not get you anywhere." he whispered.
Suddenly, his body stiffened as he heard a loud thump on the ground far behind him. He whirled around, drawing his two swords, ready for battle. Ahead of him were two guards, and an elf. The pointy eared being ran with incredibly speed, commanding the wind to aid him. Elegost stepped back into the shadow of a nearby building, watching the elf pass by. He knew who he was. Aylward, the commander of winds. If there was any hope for a rebellion, it would be started with him. He sheathed his weapons and departed from the scene, planning to find the elf again. After all, rebels needed to stick together.
As he turned to leave that dark place, filled with the stench of death, guards and soldiers that stood at the entrance saluted him. They knew who he was, and what he had done for the kingdom. He was a war hero to them, a beacon of goodness and justice. It was a shame they did not see the King for what he was, a dark ruler without a heart. If they could realize this, perhaps Elegost would be able to turn them away from this cruelty that filled Russataia. That's a good idea...perhaps my reputation will earn me an army. A rebellion could be made... he thought to himself. Then he shook his head. "There is no more hope left for the living. And daydreaming will not get you anywhere." he whispered.
Suddenly, his body stiffened as he heard a loud thump on the ground far behind him. He whirled around, drawing his two swords, ready for battle. Ahead of him were two guards, and an elf. The pointy eared being ran with incredibly speed, commanding the wind to aid him. Elegost stepped back into the shadow of a nearby building, watching the elf pass by. He knew who he was. Aylward, the commander of winds. If there was any hope for a rebellion, it would be started with him. He sheathed his weapons and departed from the scene, planning to find the elf again. After all, rebels needed to stick together.
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Fighting? He was going to be fighting in an arena, possibly to the death. That's what the others in the cells told him. He was fresh meat for the gladiators, easy pickings for the creatures he'd be pitted up against.
The endless possibilities of what could happen to him in the next few days wouldn't leave Toya's mind, the boy hadn't moved from the spot in the corner of his little cell, ignoring the scraps of food that'd been sent his way. He wasn't meant to be here, this wasn't what had been planned. Did they not understand that he was still a mere child compared to everyone else, he might've been 18 human years old, but that did not make him man enough for fighting to the death.
He probably looked like a coward, curled up in the corner of his cell, knees pulled up to his chest, feline brown tail curled round his feet. His appearance had dulled a lot in the short time he'd been in the Dungeons that apparently belonged to the Montale family – like he gave a damn who it belonged to.
Before he'd gotten here, he looked in tip top shape, the fur on his ears and tail sleek and shiny, hair falling in soft curls about his face. His skin was always clean, without a blemish, clothes without a mark or rip in them. Now his fur was matted, mousey brown hair tangled, skin scuffed with marks from his tussle with the guards when they'd ripped him apart from his brother. His appearance wasn't going to get any better by the sound of things.
From what the others had told him on arrival, he had one hope of finding his brother again. A hope that was immediately extinguished when he found out that he had to beat one of the toughest people ever, who was currently the champion of the games. There was no chance, he wasn't going to be able to fend off many people and beast with his limited knowledge of how to fight, and a power over lightening which he could barely control. He just hoped Avis wasn't in as much trouble as he was facing.
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Avis had managed to find his way from Moonvale, where he'd been separated from his brother, to a small village that was not that far from Arcadium. .He was surprised that he'd not lost all hope in finding his brother and getting him back safe and sound, especially after he was told what a challenge it would be to get him back.
When he'd spoken to other travellers and villagers on his journey, they'd told him that his brother had probably been taken to the capital to take part in this years games. The thought of his brother fighting without being willing shocked Avis, though apparently that was the way of life for these people.
It was a ridiculous way of life, but it seemed that barely anyone was bothered enough by it to make some sort of rebellion against it. Either that, or all these people were too scared to do something to get their loved ones back.
Avis still had determination in his eyes as he lay in an inn's smallest room that he'd found for the night. He was using the money that he and his brother had earnt together, feeling like he was cheating Toya for using it, but in if in his situation, Avis was sure that Toya wouldn't mind the expenditure to save his life.
He knew he was nowhere near as strong as Toya secretly was. Avis had no power like his brother, that he knew of anyway. He just had to rely on the brute strength, athletic skill and basic knowledge of swordsmanship to find and retrieve his brother. Only then he would be able to relax properly, rather than laying wide awake as he was now.
The endless possibilities of what could happen to him in the next few days wouldn't leave Toya's mind, the boy hadn't moved from the spot in the corner of his little cell, ignoring the scraps of food that'd been sent his way. He wasn't meant to be here, this wasn't what had been planned. Did they not understand that he was still a mere child compared to everyone else, he might've been 18 human years old, but that did not make him man enough for fighting to the death.
He probably looked like a coward, curled up in the corner of his cell, knees pulled up to his chest, feline brown tail curled round his feet. His appearance had dulled a lot in the short time he'd been in the Dungeons that apparently belonged to the Montale family – like he gave a damn who it belonged to.
Before he'd gotten here, he looked in tip top shape, the fur on his ears and tail sleek and shiny, hair falling in soft curls about his face. His skin was always clean, without a blemish, clothes without a mark or rip in them. Now his fur was matted, mousey brown hair tangled, skin scuffed with marks from his tussle with the guards when they'd ripped him apart from his brother. His appearance wasn't going to get any better by the sound of things.
From what the others had told him on arrival, he had one hope of finding his brother again. A hope that was immediately extinguished when he found out that he had to beat one of the toughest people ever, who was currently the champion of the games. There was no chance, he wasn't going to be able to fend off many people and beast with his limited knowledge of how to fight, and a power over lightening which he could barely control. He just hoped Avis wasn't in as much trouble as he was facing.
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Avis had managed to find his way from Moonvale, where he'd been separated from his brother, to a small village that was not that far from Arcadium. .He was surprised that he'd not lost all hope in finding his brother and getting him back safe and sound, especially after he was told what a challenge it would be to get him back.
When he'd spoken to other travellers and villagers on his journey, they'd told him that his brother had probably been taken to the capital to take part in this years games. The thought of his brother fighting without being willing shocked Avis, though apparently that was the way of life for these people.
It was a ridiculous way of life, but it seemed that barely anyone was bothered enough by it to make some sort of rebellion against it. Either that, or all these people were too scared to do something to get their loved ones back.
Avis still had determination in his eyes as he lay in an inn's smallest room that he'd found for the night. He was using the money that he and his brother had earnt together, feeling like he was cheating Toya for using it, but in if in his situation, Avis was sure that Toya wouldn't mind the expenditure to save his life.
He knew he was nowhere near as strong as Toya secretly was. Avis had no power like his brother, that he knew of anyway. He just had to rely on the brute strength, athletic skill and basic knowledge of swordsmanship to find and retrieve his brother. Only then he would be able to relax properly, rather than laying wide awake as he was now.
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"So my dearest brother, could you just not wait to welcome me home, or is there another reason you skipped your bath before seeing me." Gabriella asked her brother still keeping the smile on her face.
"Well my darling little sister I would never take a bath for you. I know just how you love the smell. But you do make a point, I have something fantastic to show you! This new creature father bought, I bet you have never seen anything like it!" Gracin's smile gleamed at Gabriella, he truly enjoyed the life that he had. When he wasn't helping father with the business he was fighting slaves, practicing his swordsmanship.
She turned away for a second so her brother would not see her disdain. She hated the thought of all the poor people trapped in the dungeon, wait for their turn to die in the arena. Alas it was just another thing she would have to grin and bear. She turned back and took her brothers out stretched hand. "Well then what are we still doing here trading insults. Lets go." She said with one of her many fake smiles on her face.
They made their way through the mansion down through the servants quarters to the dungeons. She kept her eyes on the floor while they passed by all the cells, so she wouldn't have to look at all the desperation in each face of the slaves. Then they reached the cell, in the corner cover in dirt was a strange creature. It looked like a mix between a cat and a human, with cat ears and a tail. By the looks of it, it was malnourished and wouldn't last two seconds in the arena. When she looked into its eyes saw the intelligence, and she knew that she would have to do everything she could to help.
"Gracin this creature is amazing. You have to go get daddy for me, I want to ask if I can keep it as a pet." She gave her brother the one look she knew he could not say no too.
He chuckled, "I knew you like it. Although I don't know if father will just let you keep it." He smiled down at her, while she looked up at him still with the look on her face. "Alright, Ill go get him, but you have to ask him your self." Gabriella flung her arms around his neck.
"Thank you some much, your the best brother ever!"
"Ill remember that." Gracin said as he walked away.
Once he was out of ear shot Gabriella turned back to the creature. "I am so sorry for this. I cant set you free but I can get you out of this horrible cell. I can even get you help to train for the arena, but only if you want my help."
"Well my darling little sister I would never take a bath for you. I know just how you love the smell. But you do make a point, I have something fantastic to show you! This new creature father bought, I bet you have never seen anything like it!" Gracin's smile gleamed at Gabriella, he truly enjoyed the life that he had. When he wasn't helping father with the business he was fighting slaves, practicing his swordsmanship.
She turned away for a second so her brother would not see her disdain. She hated the thought of all the poor people trapped in the dungeon, wait for their turn to die in the arena. Alas it was just another thing she would have to grin and bear. She turned back and took her brothers out stretched hand. "Well then what are we still doing here trading insults. Lets go." She said with one of her many fake smiles on her face.
They made their way through the mansion down through the servants quarters to the dungeons. She kept her eyes on the floor while they passed by all the cells, so she wouldn't have to look at all the desperation in each face of the slaves. Then they reached the cell, in the corner cover in dirt was a strange creature. It looked like a mix between a cat and a human, with cat ears and a tail. By the looks of it, it was malnourished and wouldn't last two seconds in the arena. When she looked into its eyes saw the intelligence, and she knew that she would have to do everything she could to help.
"Gracin this creature is amazing. You have to go get daddy for me, I want to ask if I can keep it as a pet." She gave her brother the one look she knew he could not say no too.
He chuckled, "I knew you like it. Although I don't know if father will just let you keep it." He smiled down at her, while she looked up at him still with the look on her face. "Alright, Ill go get him, but you have to ask him your self." Gabriella flung her arms around his neck.
"Thank you some much, your the best brother ever!"
"Ill remember that." Gracin said as he walked away.
Once he was out of ear shot Gabriella turned back to the creature. "I am so sorry for this. I cant set you free but I can get you out of this horrible cell. I can even get you help to train for the arena, but only if you want my help."
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Reworking the Coliseum didn't take long, its preparation was in its final stages when the king had mercilessly slayed the poor slave. The king walked through the outer rim of the arenas stone hallways and up the cold stone steps to the highest balcony overlooking the battlegrounds of the arena itself. There was a throne for the king to sit as well as seats on ether side of it, one for the Montale family and one for the kings reigning champion Genox. The Coliseum could fit thousands of people and whenever the games began they would be packed to the brim of bloodthirsty onlookers. The general populace rarely ever entered to spectate, the arena games sickened them. But all the less savvy types would come to watch as well as hundreds of corrupt guards.
Genox himself had walked on to the sandy arena below the king who he looked up at nodded. It was time for the yearly tradition, one that was done each year once the improvements and preparations were complete. The blood ritual, where the first arena fight would take place long before the games ever began. It was something that Genox looked forward to, he relished in senseless killing. The games opened and three men in slave garbs were pushed forward, armed with nothing but a mere dagger. They all were terrified and cowering, not a warrior among them.
"Why the glum look fellas!" Genox bellowed playfully in his almost supernaturally deep voice as he unsheathed his sword, he actually swung his shield over his back knowing he wouldn't need it. "This is a chance of a lifetime!, kill me and you go free!" Genox laughed, it was an empty promise. The slaves stood no chance agains't him. It was not going to be a battle, just a slaughter.
Genox approached the first slave who backed up until he was walled up agains't the arena barriers. Genox stood with his sword down allowing the slave an open attack, as the slave tried to stab Genox the dagger shattered on his chest plate. The slave immediately sobbed. "It was a good try.." Genox said without the slightest hint of remorse in his voice. He impaled the defenseless slave through the face before twisting the blade and snapping his neck. The slaves neck bone burst through the skin send a stream of blood spurt outward from the lifeless body.
As Genox played with the lifeless victim a second slave had approached from behind, knowing it was die fighting or die cowering. The slave raised the dagger to strike but Genox quickly spun around sending his sword across the slaves stomach, screams followed as his intestines began to slid out from the gash, he futility tried to hold them in. Genox placed the tip of his blade just beneath the screaming slaves chin before pulling the sword upwards, through his jaw and all the way out the top of the slaves head, splitting his head completely in half letting brain matter pour out. "I really hate it when they scream.." Genox mumbled.
The third slave threw his dagger on the ground and threw himself at Genoxs feet. "Please I have three children....I have been a good slave.." He pleaded. "You have nothing to worry about...we would never leave a child an orphan....I killed all three" Genox replied darkly. Before the horror struck man could reply Genox had grabbed him and turned him around, plunging the sword all the way through his back and out his stomach. the man screamed high pitched and loud as Genox held the impaled soul still. He placed his hand on his back and suddenly force his hand through, with one swift movement he yanked and pulled part of the mans spine through his skin and followed through by snapping it. "Huh..you did have a spine..weak though it was" Genox giggled walking off of the arena, the blood ritual had been completed.
Genox himself had walked on to the sandy arena below the king who he looked up at nodded. It was time for the yearly tradition, one that was done each year once the improvements and preparations were complete. The blood ritual, where the first arena fight would take place long before the games ever began. It was something that Genox looked forward to, he relished in senseless killing. The games opened and three men in slave garbs were pushed forward, armed with nothing but a mere dagger. They all were terrified and cowering, not a warrior among them.
"Why the glum look fellas!" Genox bellowed playfully in his almost supernaturally deep voice as he unsheathed his sword, he actually swung his shield over his back knowing he wouldn't need it. "This is a chance of a lifetime!, kill me and you go free!" Genox laughed, it was an empty promise. The slaves stood no chance agains't him. It was not going to be a battle, just a slaughter.
Genox approached the first slave who backed up until he was walled up agains't the arena barriers. Genox stood with his sword down allowing the slave an open attack, as the slave tried to stab Genox the dagger shattered on his chest plate. The slave immediately sobbed. "It was a good try.." Genox said without the slightest hint of remorse in his voice. He impaled the defenseless slave through the face before twisting the blade and snapping his neck. The slaves neck bone burst through the skin send a stream of blood spurt outward from the lifeless body.
As Genox played with the lifeless victim a second slave had approached from behind, knowing it was die fighting or die cowering. The slave raised the dagger to strike but Genox quickly spun around sending his sword across the slaves stomach, screams followed as his intestines began to slid out from the gash, he futility tried to hold them in. Genox placed the tip of his blade just beneath the screaming slaves chin before pulling the sword upwards, through his jaw and all the way out the top of the slaves head, splitting his head completely in half letting brain matter pour out. "I really hate it when they scream.." Genox mumbled.
The third slave threw his dagger on the ground and threw himself at Genoxs feet. "Please I have three children....I have been a good slave.." He pleaded. "You have nothing to worry about...we would never leave a child an orphan....I killed all three" Genox replied darkly. Before the horror struck man could reply Genox had grabbed him and turned him around, plunging the sword all the way through his back and out his stomach. the man screamed high pitched and loud as Genox held the impaled soul still. He placed his hand on his back and suddenly force his hand through, with one swift movement he yanked and pulled part of the mans spine through his skin and followed through by snapping it. "Huh..you did have a spine..weak though it was" Genox giggled walking off of the arena, the blood ritual had been completed.
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Toya's ears perked a little as he heard the cries from some of the other slaves, peering round as he wondered for what reason where the pointlessly shouting for, he didn't think another meal could be on it's way already. He could only be prooven correct as he caught the sight of two others, obviously not slaves as they strode through the dungeons, the cries of others being ignored by them, the woman walking with her head bowed as if to totally avoid any contact with the slaves.
He watched as the duo stopped infront of his cell, seemingly examining him in amazement. He knew that his kind were rare in these parts, but he didn't know that they were so rare that nobody had ever seen them before. He recognised the male as he had come in previously, taking slaves out to train with. The others had told him that the man was working towards entering the games one day himself and winning it.
His gaze wandered to the girl, who had managed to catch his gaze for a few mere moments before exclaiming that he was something marvellous enough to be kept as a pet. The thought of being a pet disgusted him, especially for some random woman who just thought he was a rare beast to be tamed - though there was nothing wild about him. She didn't know that though.
He watched as the male walked away, his attention suddenly drawn back to the woman as she spoke to him in such a gentle tone, it was like she was a different person entirely.
She even apologised for him being in this state. He blinked in bewilderment at her, feline ears standing tall on his head.
"You would do that... for me?" He replied, his voice showing how confused he was. Why would she help him and not any of the others in the dungeons. And why could she only get him out of here, rather than letting him go completely. Though he couldn't complain about everything.
He watched as the duo stopped infront of his cell, seemingly examining him in amazement. He knew that his kind were rare in these parts, but he didn't know that they were so rare that nobody had ever seen them before. He recognised the male as he had come in previously, taking slaves out to train with. The others had told him that the man was working towards entering the games one day himself and winning it.
His gaze wandered to the girl, who had managed to catch his gaze for a few mere moments before exclaiming that he was something marvellous enough to be kept as a pet. The thought of being a pet disgusted him, especially for some random woman who just thought he was a rare beast to be tamed - though there was nothing wild about him. She didn't know that though.
He watched as the male walked away, his attention suddenly drawn back to the woman as she spoke to him in such a gentle tone, it was like she was a different person entirely.
She even apologised for him being in this state. He blinked in bewilderment at her, feline ears standing tall on his head.
"You would do that... for me?" He replied, his voice showing how confused he was. Why would she help him and not any of the others in the dungeons. And why could she only get him out of here, rather than letting him go completely. Though he couldn't complain about everything.
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"I wish I could help everyone, alas I am also a slave. A slave to my name and family, my father is Lord Montale and while he will grant me some leeway there is only so much I can do. There is only so much anyone can do, we are all slaves to the kings rules. My father isn't evil, he just does what will help our family to be safe and well taken care of. As my pet you will given comfortable quarters and good food. But you will still probably have to fight in the arena when the time comes."
Gabriella suddenly grew quite, she heard footsteps approaching. Knowing that it was sure to be her father and brother returning she tried to hurry the conversation. "Its now or never, I'm sorry that this is all I can do, but if you do decide to take my offer I will help you anyway I can. They are almost here and I need your answer."
Gabriella suddenly grew quite, she heard footsteps approaching. Knowing that it was sure to be her father and brother returning she tried to hurry the conversation. "Its now or never, I'm sorry that this is all I can do, but if you do decide to take my offer I will help you anyway I can. They are almost here and I need your answer."
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"Is there always so much screaming during off hours?" Endymion smiled a crooked smile at the bistro owner."I am afraid it might interfere with the show this evening." Endy chuckled and walked outside, leaving the owner shaking his head.
Secretly Endy was against all the bloodshed..excessive if anyone were to ask him, but a part of thier society such as it was. Time to focus on the coming show. He removed his lyre from it's case and began to polish it. It's dragon form gleemed in the twighlite, as if it had an inner light of it's own.
"Not long now my friend, and we shall play for the crowds." the bard whispered as he cleaned. "Tonight the common man, tomorrow nobility and by the end of the gig we shall play before Genox and the King."
"Yesssss, theee kiiinnngggg." The lyres voice whispered back.
"Then Arthos our career will be at it's peak and we will be able to 'ask' for what we want."
Endymion snickered and began to strum. The tune was one of invitation, and soon the people began to wander in, whether they meant to or not.
Secretly Endy was against all the bloodshed..excessive if anyone were to ask him, but a part of thier society such as it was. Time to focus on the coming show. He removed his lyre from it's case and began to polish it. It's dragon form gleemed in the twighlite, as if it had an inner light of it's own.
"Not long now my friend, and we shall play for the crowds." the bard whispered as he cleaned. "Tonight the common man, tomorrow nobility and by the end of the gig we shall play before Genox and the King."
"Yesssss, theee kiiinnngggg." The lyres voice whispered back.
"Then Arthos our career will be at it's peak and we will be able to 'ask' for what we want."
Endymion snickered and began to strum. The tune was one of invitation, and soon the people began to wander in, whether they meant to or not.
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Toya listened to what the woman was telling him, not sure whether the Montale name was supposed to mean anything to him or not. She was offering him the help that she could only give to one, and he had been chosen. Being a pet didn't sound like his favourite idea, and wasn't going to be his ticket out of the games, but if it got him out of this dungeon and gave him the chance to even catch a glimpse of his brother again.
He glanced towards the doorway again as he heard footsteps quickly approaching. His sensitive ears picked up two sets of footsteps, guessing that the male was returning with their father Lord Montale.
"I don't know how I'm going to thank you later, miss. I'll take all the help I can get," He said hurriedly, keeping his voice rather hushed so that he would've finished speaking by the time the men had arrived - it should've looked like the woman was still looking him over while waiting for her family's return.
He glanced towards the doorway again as he heard footsteps quickly approaching. His sensitive ears picked up two sets of footsteps, guessing that the male was returning with their father Lord Montale.
"I don't know how I'm going to thank you later, miss. I'll take all the help I can get," He said hurriedly, keeping his voice rather hushed so that he would've finished speaking by the time the men had arrived - it should've looked like the woman was still looking him over while waiting for her family's return.
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In every city all over Russataia guards have been putting up posters at every place of interest detailing that sign ups for the Russataian games had begun, all those wanting to participate would find a sign up station just outside of the arena in Arcadium. One of the passerby's happened to stop and read a poster.
All warriors of Russataia, once again the games are upon us and sign ups have begun in Arcadium. Do you think you have what it takes to fight in the arena and claim wealth and glory in front of thousands of cheering spectators? A very special prize awaits those who can climb to the top and defeat the 20 year reigning champion Genox Vandilson! the great, powerful and wise king Egan Hartile promises one wish to any who can defeat the champion in battle.
Money, women, power it could all be yours!
Citys all over Russataia were buzzing with activity in preparation for the games. The slave mines in Uldin were working over time to mine and ship precious materials to Zephyrline where the many workshops were busy constructing weapons and armor for the arenas warriors and the kings guards. Hunters had entered the scalding sands, Mt.Orion and the great forest outside of Zarwood capturing all sorts of beast and monster to be shipped to Moonvale where they would be magically bound and prepared for the arena. Inchigo had seen an influx of deluded newcomers from other lands hoping to find profit in the arena. Little did they know they just walked in to the most repressed nation in the world from which they may never leave.
In addition scouting party's were actively searching every city for people to take as slaves and force to fight in the arena, generally they were powerful or unique individuals that would have no interest joining on their own freewill or people that had previously committed a crime.
All warriors of Russataia, once again the games are upon us and sign ups have begun in Arcadium. Do you think you have what it takes to fight in the arena and claim wealth and glory in front of thousands of cheering spectators? A very special prize awaits those who can climb to the top and defeat the 20 year reigning champion Genox Vandilson! the great, powerful and wise king Egan Hartile promises one wish to any who can defeat the champion in battle.
Money, women, power it could all be yours!
Citys all over Russataia were buzzing with activity in preparation for the games. The slave mines in Uldin were working over time to mine and ship precious materials to Zephyrline where the many workshops were busy constructing weapons and armor for the arenas warriors and the kings guards. Hunters had entered the scalding sands, Mt.Orion and the great forest outside of Zarwood capturing all sorts of beast and monster to be shipped to Moonvale where they would be magically bound and prepared for the arena. Inchigo had seen an influx of deluded newcomers from other lands hoping to find profit in the arena. Little did they know they just walked in to the most repressed nation in the world from which they may never leave.
In addition scouting party's were actively searching every city for people to take as slaves and force to fight in the arena, generally they were powerful or unique individuals that would have no interest joining on their own freewill or people that had previously committed a crime.
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He had accepted her help, just in time too. Her father and brother walked up. Gabriella ran up to her father and hugged him tight. He hugged her as well and laughed. "I thought you weren't feeling well." He teased. "So what is this I hear about you wanting a pet?"
She looked up at him with the most hopeful and cutest eyes she could muster, Getting men to do what she wanted was one of the tricks she had mastered, you just had to know what technique to use on what person. With her family the puppy eyes usually did the trick. "Look at this one daddy, he has the cutest little tail and I bet he knows a lot of fun tricks."
She watch as her fathers heart melted, he knew what was to come with the suitors so he gave in with out a fight. "Alright my dear but he still has to fight in the arena. The king is looking forward to seeing his kind fight."
"Thank you so much daddy, I just know he is going to be the best pet ever." She hugged him again. As he got the keys out of his pocket Gracin rolled his eyes at Gabriella, he was always envious of how she able to manipulate their father. After unlocking the cell they both left, having to prepare for the upcoming games. Once they had left Gabriella turned to the creature.
"Well now that is over, please follow me. It is late and I will show you where you will be sleeping, maybe even get you some good supper." She led him upstairs and to the servants quarters, where she ran into Nana.
"I see you have a new pet Gabby." Nana looked at the neko with understanding eyes. "Ill go get him something to eat and run a bath when he is ready, that's assuming he wants one." She moved away leaving the two alone again. Gabriella took him to one of the vacant servants rooms, it was not much bigger than the cells but it was much better. In the corner next to a small window was a nice soft bed, along one wall was a small desk and along the other was chest and a bookshelf.
"I know it not much, but it is better than a cell. I have to get to bed, we have a big day tomorrow. I will show you around and start helping you train, if you want to. Nana will bring you some food and the bath is just a few doors down. She will also give you a new set of clothes." She started out of the room but then remembered that they had never been properly introduced. "By the way my name is Gabriella, if you didn't notice earlier. What is yours?"
After staying only long enough to hear his reply she headed back to her room and slept well that night, knowing that she was going to help, at least a little, to make someones life better.
She looked up at him with the most hopeful and cutest eyes she could muster, Getting men to do what she wanted was one of the tricks she had mastered, you just had to know what technique to use on what person. With her family the puppy eyes usually did the trick. "Look at this one daddy, he has the cutest little tail and I bet he knows a lot of fun tricks."
She watch as her fathers heart melted, he knew what was to come with the suitors so he gave in with out a fight. "Alright my dear but he still has to fight in the arena. The king is looking forward to seeing his kind fight."
"Thank you so much daddy, I just know he is going to be the best pet ever." She hugged him again. As he got the keys out of his pocket Gracin rolled his eyes at Gabriella, he was always envious of how she able to manipulate their father. After unlocking the cell they both left, having to prepare for the upcoming games. Once they had left Gabriella turned to the creature.
"Well now that is over, please follow me. It is late and I will show you where you will be sleeping, maybe even get you some good supper." She led him upstairs and to the servants quarters, where she ran into Nana.
"I see you have a new pet Gabby." Nana looked at the neko with understanding eyes. "Ill go get him something to eat and run a bath when he is ready, that's assuming he wants one." She moved away leaving the two alone again. Gabriella took him to one of the vacant servants rooms, it was not much bigger than the cells but it was much better. In the corner next to a small window was a nice soft bed, along one wall was a small desk and along the other was chest and a bookshelf.
"I know it not much, but it is better than a cell. I have to get to bed, we have a big day tomorrow. I will show you around and start helping you train, if you want to. Nana will bring you some food and the bath is just a few doors down. She will also give you a new set of clothes." She started out of the room but then remembered that they had never been properly introduced. "By the way my name is Gabriella, if you didn't notice earlier. What is yours?"
After staying only long enough to hear his reply she headed back to her room and slept well that night, knowing that she was going to help, at least a little, to make someones life better.
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Milo had only been sleeping for a few hours and in those few hours his dreams were tormented with darkness and in that darkness the deep gutteral growling of a black tiger; a sweet tune filled his mind, quietly at first but then it grew louder and much more clear, Milo woke to the sound of music flowing into his room from a distant source.
He sat up taking in a breath.
"Music?" He said to himself as he got to his feet and moved to the window, he looked out into the street below to see groups of cheery people all moving towards the same destination a few blocks away.
"It's been a while since i've heard laughter in these streets..." Milo said as he quickly got dressed, something about the tune seemed to call him, it latched to his soul and begged him closer.
Milo stopped at his door and listened, he wasn't aloud to go out after dark as it wasn't safe.
"In dark times there are dark people and even darker deeds, especially under the veil of night." His father would always say whenever he asked to go out, it didn't matter if the sun had just set or it was just about to rise, night was night.
He heard the gentle voice of his mother speaking to his father down the hall in the study.
"It isn't right, how can the King do this? he can't just take people every year and force them to fight." His mother spoke to Mathias, Milo's father. It was something she said every year before the games began.
"There is not a man in the whole of the Kingdom who dare oppose his will my dear." Mathias said trying to soothe his distressed wife.
"There may not be a man, but I've heard talk from other women, they aren't happy at all worrying if their son's or husbands will be stolen in the night and forced to fight." She answered her husbands comment.
Milo grabbed his red cloak and porcelain mask, he moved to his bed and stuffed his blanket with pillows before casting a transformation spell onto them, the pillows transformed in a replica of himself, it would last until they were touched and then the spell would be broken and no matter how far away he may be he would feel it.
He moved to his window and opened it standing on the ledge he closed his eyes and thought of Liam, the neighbors black cat. Suddenly he felt his body shift, it always felt strange. What really bothered him was changing into other people, in fact that is where his mask came into play, he would transform the porcelain into the persons face rather than using his own body.
He opened his eyes, the world seemed bigger, stranger, but it was still his world just seen through the eyes of a cat. He leapt into a tall willow tree that stood in his yard and carefully made his way down to the ground, he traveled along side people but always in the shadows careful to not be seen. He knew they would only assume it was a stray cat but he didn't want to risk being caught.
He found the music maker, it was comming from the very Bistro he had crashed into as a hawk, he shuttered at the memory. It was then that the thought of the black tiger came to mind, for some reason it terrorfied him more than a mere animal should.
Milo backed into an alley where the shadows were thick, he transformed back into himself and stepped onto the patio with his hood drawn low over his eyes.
He sat up taking in a breath.
"Music?" He said to himself as he got to his feet and moved to the window, he looked out into the street below to see groups of cheery people all moving towards the same destination a few blocks away.
"It's been a while since i've heard laughter in these streets..." Milo said as he quickly got dressed, something about the tune seemed to call him, it latched to his soul and begged him closer.
Milo stopped at his door and listened, he wasn't aloud to go out after dark as it wasn't safe.
"In dark times there are dark people and even darker deeds, especially under the veil of night." His father would always say whenever he asked to go out, it didn't matter if the sun had just set or it was just about to rise, night was night.
He heard the gentle voice of his mother speaking to his father down the hall in the study.
"It isn't right, how can the King do this? he can't just take people every year and force them to fight." His mother spoke to Mathias, Milo's father. It was something she said every year before the games began.
"There is not a man in the whole of the Kingdom who dare oppose his will my dear." Mathias said trying to soothe his distressed wife.
"There may not be a man, but I've heard talk from other women, they aren't happy at all worrying if their son's or husbands will be stolen in the night and forced to fight." She answered her husbands comment.
Milo grabbed his red cloak and porcelain mask, he moved to his bed and stuffed his blanket with pillows before casting a transformation spell onto them, the pillows transformed in a replica of himself, it would last until they were touched and then the spell would be broken and no matter how far away he may be he would feel it.
He moved to his window and opened it standing on the ledge he closed his eyes and thought of Liam, the neighbors black cat. Suddenly he felt his body shift, it always felt strange. What really bothered him was changing into other people, in fact that is where his mask came into play, he would transform the porcelain into the persons face rather than using his own body.
He opened his eyes, the world seemed bigger, stranger, but it was still his world just seen through the eyes of a cat. He leapt into a tall willow tree that stood in his yard and carefully made his way down to the ground, he traveled along side people but always in the shadows careful to not be seen. He knew they would only assume it was a stray cat but he didn't want to risk being caught.
He found the music maker, it was comming from the very Bistro he had crashed into as a hawk, he shuttered at the memory. It was then that the thought of the black tiger came to mind, for some reason it terrorfied him more than a mere animal should.
Milo backed into an alley where the shadows were thick, he transformed back into himself and stepped onto the patio with his hood drawn low over his eyes.
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It was now night, and the moonlight made the desert glow.Iit look like a beautiful dreamland. Arige hated it. When he was lord of Arazic, he preferred to live in the dungeon. The screams of pain and suffering were like a lullaby to him. The darkness in Arige made him crave death and destruction.
Arige came out of his thoughts in time to see that he almost fell into a hole in the ground. ‘What secrets might you hold?’ he thought to himself. “Phyi’ticht.” A fireball the size of a baseball appeared and began to float around him, providing light. Arige stepped into the hole.
After finding his way down he looked around. It was pitch-black, even with the fireball. Arige could only see five feet ahead of him. There were two tunnels, and there was a strange noise coming from the second. It sounded like a snake but somehow different. Arige unsheathed his sword and began walking toward the sound. The sound began to get louder, and then it started to sound more like multiple people fighting.
Now Arige could see a light at the end of the tunnel. With a thought, the fire went out and he waited for his eyes to adjust. Now the tunnel was full of voices. From what Arige could make out, the men were training for some sort of games. There were four voices; all of them sounded young. “I’m still too weak to take them all,” Arige whispered to himself and sheathed his sword.
Arige knelt down and started patting dirt on his face and cloak. Then he laid down. “Help me. Someone…. Please help me,” Arige cried out in the weakest voice he could, hoping they would take the bait and come to help him.
“Who’s out there?” one of the men in the other room asked. Arige repeated his cry for help. A young man stepped out of the room and ran over to Arige.
“Who are you and how did you get down here?” the young man asked while helping Arige stand.
“My name is Arige. I was hunting a coyote. I caught it but when I got off my horse to collect it, I fell down this hole. I think I broke my leg,” Arige said while trying to look like he was in great pain. The young man tried to look at the leg but there wasn’t enough light.
“Come with me so we can take a look at your leg,” The young man helped Arige up and then leaned Arige on him.
“What is your name, kind stranger?” Arige asked still trying to sound in pain.
“My name is Donovan.”
They stepped into the room. It looked like a fighting arena. There were swords, spears, shields and many other weapons on the walls. Donovan helped Arige onto a table in one of the corners of the room.
“Lairn come here,” Donovan said while setting Arige’s leg on the table. Lairn was a blond-haired young man. He wore leather armor. He looked about seventeen and was well muscled.
“Yes Donovan?” Lairn asked.
“Go get fetch some water from the kitchen,” Donovan said while studying Arige’s leg. Lairn nodded and left though a door in the back.
“Can you have someone go check on my horse?” Arige asked while faking faces of pain as Donovan touched his leg.
“Sure. Kair go check on the man’s horse,” Donovan said while continuing to check Arige’s leg.
“Well I don’t think it’s broken,” Donovan said while standing back up.
Arige smiled. “I know.” Arige held out his hand and before Donovan had time to react Arige spoke. “Ruza’bihnt.”
Donovan fell over lifeless.
“Now that’s real power,” Arige said with a chuckle.
Arige unsheathed his sword. The fourth man ran at Arige with his sword drawn, Arige pointed his sword at the man. “Phyi’Agth!” The man screamed and then burst flames. The screaming stopped.
“Now where’s that boy with my water,” Arige said with a smile, and he started walking toward the door the young man had gone though.
Lairn came running out of the door. He looked at Donovan and what was left of his other friend and then he looked up at Arige. Lairn unsheathed his sword and ran at Arige. Lairn tried to hit Arige but Arige dogged and stabbed Lairn in the chest stopping him dead in his tracks. Lairn's sword fell and the he fell to the ground.
Arige knelt beside him and put his hand on Lairns chest. He was dead now and Arige could work his dark magic. “Ruza’legft giht shian,” As he was casting the spell he got weaker. Lairn began to float as a dark haze engulfed his body. A few seconds later Lairn stood up and then bowed to Arige then looked up. He skin had lost its color and his eyes now look like black orbs.
“What is you bidding my lord?” Lairn asked while still bowing. Arige looked at him. “When Kair gets back…. kill him,” Arige said as he gave Lairn the sign to stand.
“As you wish my lord,” Lairn said while picking his sword back up.
Arige came out of his thoughts in time to see that he almost fell into a hole in the ground. ‘What secrets might you hold?’ he thought to himself. “Phyi’ticht.” A fireball the size of a baseball appeared and began to float around him, providing light. Arige stepped into the hole.
After finding his way down he looked around. It was pitch-black, even with the fireball. Arige could only see five feet ahead of him. There were two tunnels, and there was a strange noise coming from the second. It sounded like a snake but somehow different. Arige unsheathed his sword and began walking toward the sound. The sound began to get louder, and then it started to sound more like multiple people fighting.
Now Arige could see a light at the end of the tunnel. With a thought, the fire went out and he waited for his eyes to adjust. Now the tunnel was full of voices. From what Arige could make out, the men were training for some sort of games. There were four voices; all of them sounded young. “I’m still too weak to take them all,” Arige whispered to himself and sheathed his sword.
Arige knelt down and started patting dirt on his face and cloak. Then he laid down. “Help me. Someone…. Please help me,” Arige cried out in the weakest voice he could, hoping they would take the bait and come to help him.
“Who’s out there?” one of the men in the other room asked. Arige repeated his cry for help. A young man stepped out of the room and ran over to Arige.
“Who are you and how did you get down here?” the young man asked while helping Arige stand.
“My name is Arige. I was hunting a coyote. I caught it but when I got off my horse to collect it, I fell down this hole. I think I broke my leg,” Arige said while trying to look like he was in great pain. The young man tried to look at the leg but there wasn’t enough light.
“Come with me so we can take a look at your leg,” The young man helped Arige up and then leaned Arige on him.
“What is your name, kind stranger?” Arige asked still trying to sound in pain.
“My name is Donovan.”
They stepped into the room. It looked like a fighting arena. There were swords, spears, shields and many other weapons on the walls. Donovan helped Arige onto a table in one of the corners of the room.
“Lairn come here,” Donovan said while setting Arige’s leg on the table. Lairn was a blond-haired young man. He wore leather armor. He looked about seventeen and was well muscled.
“Yes Donovan?” Lairn asked.
“Go get fetch some water from the kitchen,” Donovan said while studying Arige’s leg. Lairn nodded and left though a door in the back.
“Can you have someone go check on my horse?” Arige asked while faking faces of pain as Donovan touched his leg.
“Sure. Kair go check on the man’s horse,” Donovan said while continuing to check Arige’s leg.
“Well I don’t think it’s broken,” Donovan said while standing back up.
Arige smiled. “I know.” Arige held out his hand and before Donovan had time to react Arige spoke. “Ruza’bihnt.”
Donovan fell over lifeless.
“Now that’s real power,” Arige said with a chuckle.
Arige unsheathed his sword. The fourth man ran at Arige with his sword drawn, Arige pointed his sword at the man. “Phyi’Agth!” The man screamed and then burst flames. The screaming stopped.
“Now where’s that boy with my water,” Arige said with a smile, and he started walking toward the door the young man had gone though.
Lairn came running out of the door. He looked at Donovan and what was left of his other friend and then he looked up at Arige. Lairn unsheathed his sword and ran at Arige. Lairn tried to hit Arige but Arige dogged and stabbed Lairn in the chest stopping him dead in his tracks. Lairn's sword fell and the he fell to the ground.
Arige knelt beside him and put his hand on Lairns chest. He was dead now and Arige could work his dark magic. “Ruza’legft giht shian,” As he was casting the spell he got weaker. Lairn began to float as a dark haze engulfed his body. A few seconds later Lairn stood up and then bowed to Arige then looked up. He skin had lost its color and his eyes now look like black orbs.
“What is you bidding my lord?” Lairn asked while still bowing. Arige looked at him. “When Kair gets back…. kill him,” Arige said as he gave Lairn the sign to stand.
“As you wish my lord,” Lairn said while picking his sword back up.
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The small room had filled 30 minutes ago and people were spilling into the square. Endymion stopped playing and looked down at the bistro owner.
"Oh Master Bard, you ARE a man of your word! My humble little bistro has NEVER been this busy!" the gleem in his eye was humorous to Endymion.
"Good sir, do you see the contingent of guards waiting to get in? Please make room for them near the stage and provide them with drinks from me. Take the cost from my nights wages, for I think you shall make more than you suspect."
Endymion knew the importance of greasing the palm. The King of the Tinkers has shown him this lesson very early.
He brought his Lyre to his shoulder and prepared to approach the little corner where he would play. "Come my friend, we shall play. Let us begin the night with a song that they will talk about for the rest of thier lives."
Endymion walked across the bistro and the crowd began to settle. The comments began, as they always did, 'He looks like my brother..my he is handsome...have you ever seen such a man... he knew everyone of them was seeing the image they had of the perfect bard... he smiled, bowed, sat on his little stool and strummed Artos.
The audience grew silent.
"Oh Master Bard, you ARE a man of your word! My humble little bistro has NEVER been this busy!" the gleem in his eye was humorous to Endymion.
"Good sir, do you see the contingent of guards waiting to get in? Please make room for them near the stage and provide them with drinks from me. Take the cost from my nights wages, for I think you shall make more than you suspect."
Endymion knew the importance of greasing the palm. The King of the Tinkers has shown him this lesson very early.
He brought his Lyre to his shoulder and prepared to approach the little corner where he would play. "Come my friend, we shall play. Let us begin the night with a song that they will talk about for the rest of thier lives."
Endymion walked across the bistro and the crowd began to settle. The comments began, as they always did, 'He looks like my brother..my he is handsome...have you ever seen such a man... he knew everyone of them was seeing the image they had of the perfect bard... he smiled, bowed, sat on his little stool and strummed Artos.
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Aylward stopped running when the guards were out of sight. He ducked into a tavern where a crowd was already gathering, mostly men thirsting for a drink after a hard day's work. Social stealth, the most important thing to a rebel in Russataia. The men here did not put up with the guards, and they knew more than enough to leave these men alone. While the guards could easily take any of them on, the whole tavern of them, patience reduced by ale, and with the numbers on their side, would no doubt give them a run for their money even if they had managed to take some of them down. Aylward knew the guards would not chase him all the way here.
He spotted a familiar poster on the tavern walls. The king had begun recruiting men for the games once again. Every year, fools signed up hoping to fulfil their dreams, every year they failed. Genox had become a legend - the undisputed champion of the gladiators. Yet Aylward was certain that "champion" was no human. The king was after all, a werebeast. Aylward had a strong suspicion all along that the king's champion was some sort of... revenant, or wraith. Aylward wasn't sure, but he knew no human could last so many years in the arena and not have been bested. Time wore down all men and their fighting skill, but Genox was the exception. Aylward had watched him fight over the years, he was still fighting at his peak at his age. The man named Genox might've existed once, but now in his place was most certainly a monster... a new devil of some kind.
Aylward sighed as he saw some men contemplate responding to the call for gladiators. Fools ready to waste to waste their lives away for those temporal rewards. He merely gave the barkeeper a gruff nod as he headed for his usual refuge in the tavern. A quiet room in the back. He had an arrangement with the barkeeper - Aylward ensured the barfights were contained and the offenders thrown outside if need be, and he got food and lodging for his stay. The barkeeper was discreet about Aylward's real identity, and the elf was thankful for the man's trust, especially in a land where darkness walked even in the day.
He spotted a familiar poster on the tavern walls. The king had begun recruiting men for the games once again. Every year, fools signed up hoping to fulfil their dreams, every year they failed. Genox had become a legend - the undisputed champion of the gladiators. Yet Aylward was certain that "champion" was no human. The king was after all, a werebeast. Aylward had a strong suspicion all along that the king's champion was some sort of... revenant, or wraith. Aylward wasn't sure, but he knew no human could last so many years in the arena and not have been bested. Time wore down all men and their fighting skill, but Genox was the exception. Aylward had watched him fight over the years, he was still fighting at his peak at his age. The man named Genox might've existed once, but now in his place was most certainly a monster... a new devil of some kind.
Aylward sighed as he saw some men contemplate responding to the call for gladiators. Fools ready to waste to waste their lives away for those temporal rewards. He merely gave the barkeeper a gruff nod as he headed for his usual refuge in the tavern. A quiet room in the back. He had an arrangement with the barkeeper - Aylward ensured the barfights were contained and the offenders thrown outside if need be, and he got food and lodging for his stay. The barkeeper was discreet about Aylward's real identity, and the elf was thankful for the man's trust, especially in a land where darkness walked even in the day.
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Milo forced his way through the crowd and inside the bistro trying to get a look at the musician but never really suceeding. He was pushed to the wall by the bar and let out a sigh, it room was near silent except for the strumming of an instrument.
"Who is the musician?" Milo asked the barkeep who seemed distraught at being pulled from the lovely melody.
"A master bard, now shush." He said gently resting his chin in his hand and his eyes towards the bard.
"Bard? but why would a bard travel to a place he could never leave... isn't that how they make money? by traveling the world?" Milo asked the barekeep who rudely ignored him. Milo looked around the room, many faces of countless people all watched the bard with grins and mouths wide open. Milo's attention fell to one elf who studied a poster on the wall, he wasn't avidly listening to the music from what he could tell and when he moved on Milo crept over to the poster for a better look.
"Damn King..." He whispered to himself, he hated what the king represented. In anger he tore the poster from the wall, its edges ripping clean remaining tacked onto the wood. It was much louder than he had intended and drew more attention than he imagined it could, he glanced around the room, his face hidden beneath the hood. It felt as if everyone could see him blushing but he knew they couldn't, though it didn't stop most everyone from staring at him bitter about the interuption.
He slowly backed onto the patio before turning and running down an alley.
"IDIOT! why do you do stupid things all the time?! Embarassing...." He stopped two blocks away from the bistro and slumped against an alley wall, he still held the torn poster in his hand.
He crumpled it up and tossed it against the opposite wall, it bounced back and into a puddle beside him, his eyes looked into the rippling water, the moon reflected off its dark liquid face.
He lowered the hood and ran a hand through his hair looking up at the sky wishing he could be somewhere else, he wanted to leave Russataia.
"Who is the musician?" Milo asked the barkeep who seemed distraught at being pulled from the lovely melody.
"A master bard, now shush." He said gently resting his chin in his hand and his eyes towards the bard.
"Bard? but why would a bard travel to a place he could never leave... isn't that how they make money? by traveling the world?" Milo asked the barekeep who rudely ignored him. Milo looked around the room, many faces of countless people all watched the bard with grins and mouths wide open. Milo's attention fell to one elf who studied a poster on the wall, he wasn't avidly listening to the music from what he could tell and when he moved on Milo crept over to the poster for a better look.
"Damn King..." He whispered to himself, he hated what the king represented. In anger he tore the poster from the wall, its edges ripping clean remaining tacked onto the wood. It was much louder than he had intended and drew more attention than he imagined it could, he glanced around the room, his face hidden beneath the hood. It felt as if everyone could see him blushing but he knew they couldn't, though it didn't stop most everyone from staring at him bitter about the interuption.
He slowly backed onto the patio before turning and running down an alley.
"IDIOT! why do you do stupid things all the time?! Embarassing...." He stopped two blocks away from the bistro and slumped against an alley wall, he still held the torn poster in his hand.
He crumpled it up and tossed it against the opposite wall, it bounced back and into a puddle beside him, his eyes looked into the rippling water, the moon reflected off its dark liquid face.
He lowered the hood and ran a hand through his hair looking up at the sky wishing he could be somewhere else, he wanted to leave Russataia.
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Toya was surprised by how easily she had managed to win her father over, he hadn't even questionned her about why she wanted him, or what she would do with him. Either way, it had worked enough to get him freedom from this cell at least, it was better than nothing. He heaved himself to his feet as he was left alone with the girl, hearing the annoyed moans of the other slaves as he had been picked for better treatment over all the others.
He followed after the woman, looking around the home with curious eyes. It was so big, and well decorated. He must've been made a pet to a rather well off family.
He looked round the woman as they ran into another, who looked like a servant herself. The older woman looked at him as if she knew exactly what was going on, maybe this woman had taken slaves as pets before... to give them somewhat better lives. No doubt they all ended the same.
A bath, and food, and new clothes. He definetly was going to get better treatment here then than down in the cells with the other slaves.
Once again he followed after the woman till they found a small room for him, about the size of the cell, but with actual furniture in there, rather than the bare floor to 'sleep' on. He hadn't actually managed to sleep in there, which was probably evident by the dark rings under Toya's eyes.
Toya turned to look up at the newly introduced Gabriella,
"I'm Toya." He replied simply, not wanting to keep her around for too long. When she left, Toya made his way to the baths, needing a good old soak to make him feel somewhat normal again. When he went back to his room, he was dressed in his new clothes given to him by Nana, a simple looking misty blue tunic that matched his eyes, and black trousers that could be used to be tucked into his pretty well kept boots.
There waiting for him was a bite to eat, which was gone in moments. After days of ignoring scraps, he could no longer ignore a descent meal, even if it was only small.
Only then, could he bring himself to go to bed, guessing that he too was going to need to be well rested for the day ahead of him.
He followed after the woman, looking around the home with curious eyes. It was so big, and well decorated. He must've been made a pet to a rather well off family.
He looked round the woman as they ran into another, who looked like a servant herself. The older woman looked at him as if she knew exactly what was going on, maybe this woman had taken slaves as pets before... to give them somewhat better lives. No doubt they all ended the same.
A bath, and food, and new clothes. He definetly was going to get better treatment here then than down in the cells with the other slaves.
Once again he followed after the woman till they found a small room for him, about the size of the cell, but with actual furniture in there, rather than the bare floor to 'sleep' on. He hadn't actually managed to sleep in there, which was probably evident by the dark rings under Toya's eyes.
Toya turned to look up at the newly introduced Gabriella,
"I'm Toya." He replied simply, not wanting to keep her around for too long. When she left, Toya made his way to the baths, needing a good old soak to make him feel somewhat normal again. When he went back to his room, he was dressed in his new clothes given to him by Nana, a simple looking misty blue tunic that matched his eyes, and black trousers that could be used to be tucked into his pretty well kept boots.
There waiting for him was a bite to eat, which was gone in moments. After days of ignoring scraps, he could no longer ignore a descent meal, even if it was only small.
Only then, could he bring himself to go to bed, guessing that he too was going to need to be well rested for the day ahead of him.
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Genox had been watching the unusually packed tavern from a distance, the bard had quite the effect on people and Genox simply wondered when one of them would act foolishly under their ecstasy. Sure enough he had watched a boy foolishly tear down one of the kings posters. Genox chuckled a bit and followed him, many a midnight murder happened this way. Genox never slept, it was at night he patrolled the streets of Arcadium just looking for someone to prey upon.
The ally was dark, Genox simply walked right up to Milo under the cover of night. "Not a fan of the games are we?" He said grabbing Milos arms, blue mist was clearly visible inside his helmet under the darkness. "A dark alley could be a dangerous place this time of night..wouldn't you agree?" He continued, his voice as deep as a bears.
The ally was dark, Genox simply walked right up to Milo under the cover of night. "Not a fan of the games are we?" He said grabbing Milos arms, blue mist was clearly visible inside his helmet under the darkness. "A dark alley could be a dangerous place this time of night..wouldn't you agree?" He continued, his voice as deep as a bears.
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He is a very powerful man who has turned to the ways of dark magic.
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