Introduction
As you can imagine their small band of warriors were amazingly adept at dealing with minor threats but when a major war came over their mountains they were at a loss of what to do. The kingdom of Seria led by the great tyrant Dimitri Blackwell stormed over the great mountains protecting Diran; bringing war to the once quiet land. King Blackwell was ruthless in his invasion, slaughtering all that stood in his way. After only two years Blackwell succeeded in his invasion killing king Alan and his successors, as well as breaking the spirits of the people.
Your story starts twenty years after the initial en-slavery of the kingdom of Diran. All the nations people that are fit to fight are sent to Blackwell's grand gladiatorial arena to fight to the death and possibly for their freedom, though none have succeeded so far. Those that are not able bodied enough to fight are sent to the salt mines to labor away until they are nothing but husks of their former selves unable to even lift a pick anymore. When the miners finally pass away the bodies are loaded onto a cart and taken off never to be seen again. Some rumors say that King Blackwell reanimates the corpses and uses them to increase his armies power. Others say that his army is made up completely of cannibals and he feeds the corpses to his men to keep them satisfied. No one truly knows.
You are a slave taken away to the great arena to become a gladiator in the death games that King Blackwell enjoys to watch. Each individual will be put into teams of six, to fight against great beasts and terrible odds. This is the story of your team, this is your legend.
Gladiators
1.Ginko
2.IronPhoenix
3.sweet_angle66
4.Demon of Bereavement
5.Jimmeh1993
6.winged1107
7.Selene Durlan
Healers (Take care of a gladiator's injuries, possibly have a romance with a gladiator if you want.)
1.LunaTwilight
2.oblivionSky
3.Soul_Alchemist
4.Lady_Gwendolen
5.LadyoftheLand
Dragon (There is only one and it is reserved for my Co-Gm. The dragon will be a wise and guiding character throughout the rp if it speaks to you then you should listen closely)
1.CortezHorse
There will be six slots for the gladiators which are necessary to proceed. You can be a good character, an evil character whatever. But remember if you don't have your team mates back then you they may not have yours. As for healers those slots are not necessary for the game. The healers are for people that want to experience the role play but are not comfortable with or do not want to fight. Their roles will be a bit dull at first but trust me things will get interesting as the rp progresses.
P.S. I do not want any angst ridden super powered emo vampire, werewolf, human, whatever characters in this rp. Those characters will not be accepted.
If you are a healer you do not have to fill out the preferred weapons and armor.
Character Skeleton
Name:
Age: Lets have some fresh new gladiators and some grizzled old veterans.
Race:
Gender:
Description: You can write a description but a picture is greatly preferred.
Personality:
Preferred Weapons: You may not be given your weapon of choice.
Preferred Armor:
History/ Feelings on being a gladiator: The history thing is a bit tricky for this because mostly everyone will have the same history. Taken away from family at age 18 to be forced into the gladiatorial games possibly younger if you showed great skill. But if you want to make a unique history that still allows you to be taken in as a gladiator then have at it.
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"Sean not charge tomorrow until others charge. Sean find biggest thing on field and kill. Plan?" He said looking hopeful towards the others. His brain had no room for tactics, but it had never needed it in the first place, and with his strength and ferocity, the others just pointing towards whatever needed to be killed was probably the best use of his talents. It was, after all, all he knew...
"Whoever want most killings be Sean's partner" Sean said with a giant grin, then looked again at the others as he judged who had the most ferocious warrior spirit amongst them. He lingered on Leilatha and smiled. "Angry lady look as strong as Sean, You be partner Angry Lady?" He asked with a beaming smile, unaware if his words were only making the angry lady more angry, but angry was good. Sean relied on anger to win. With Leilatha being smarter than him, she could easily tell Sean what enemies to kill, and keep him from getting in over his head.
Sean decided upon stating his plans for the fight, to go ahead and lay down and prepare for sleep, using the blanket as more cushioning for his pillow.
"Sean can't wait for freedom. He will unite clans and kill metal men until they die... Then Sean can battle until defeat" He said as he began nodding off, then eventually falling into a deep sleep... the snoring was not far behind...
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When it was her turn to speak, Pandora spoke clearly, not feeling the need to raise her voice very much in the small room. βIf it would please everyone, I do not mind cooking the meals. This way, we do not have to rely upon an outside source for our meals. I have particular herbs as well that season food in addition to adding nutrients,β she informed the group, finding that she may as well continue speaking now that she had the floor. βMy name is Pandora Gradanias and I have been healing and studying herbs for many years. To say the least, I am quite profficient in herbal healing, as I am without magic.β She looked around at those in the room before speaking aloud again. βIt matters not with whom I share my quarters. I sleep lightly, rise early, and tend to be unable to sit idle. I am old enough to be most of those here's mother, and to speak quite frankly, I have seen it all before.β She truly did not care with whom she bunked, though she silently preferred it be a neater person. With the herbs and vials around, it could be quite dangerous to simply place items anywhere.
She closed her eyes in thought, imagining the glimpsed images of the gladiators before her. The only one she could recall was the draconian man, and she opened her olive colored eyes with a nod to Sylvani. βThe gladiator I was working on earlier, I know not his name yet, he is draconian. I have had basic experience with those of dragon descent and if no one else wishes to volunteer, I feel comfortable working with him.β Of course, she would have to properly introduce herself to him, as well as the other gladiators in her team. They were all to work together and she knew the 'teaming' of healers and gladiators was simply there to help heal the wounded quicker.
At the mention of the King's tendency to breed his healers, the normally pleasant woman's eyes hardened considerably. βWhat Sylvani says is true. Unless you wish to be breeding cattle for our king, I have alternative solutions,β she spoke in a soft whisper so as not to alert any guards. βOne must gain a reputation. I have been considered bad luck, a curse, and a witch, despite my lack of magic. It is amazing what a combination of herbs can do to the body when introduced in skin contact.β She turned to the men in the and nodded to them as well. βIt works well for either sex, I assure you.β She had nothing else to add on the topic of romantic relations. She twirled the silver band on her ring finger and thought of her husband, of where he could possibly be. Such thoughts never sat well with her, however, so she took a deep breath, counted to five, and released the thoughts with her exhale.
βI only have one more thing to add,β she spoke, her eyes solely on the lead healer. βI have herbs, saplings, and equipment in my former room that I need with me if I am to make my salves, potions, and bandages properly. There are some... unique items that truly would benefit the team if they were in my possession.β The older woman did not want to divulge too much about her specialties to the group. If it was known what she had, then it would be asked where she had come across it, what she used it for, what the properties tended to be. Questions that she was not comfortable giving the answers to, especially not with so many listening walls surrounding them.
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His fighting skills were not as bad as she had expected, the only problem she could see with him was the language barrier and the fact he runs into danger. But then again while he is smashing and crashing causing the most damage as possible she would be able to then go through and finish of the enemy. She was known for beating her enemy further then is needed. Some gladiators would finish once their enemy was laying on the ground dead. Leilatha however would continue on the fighting. In many of her fights the guards had to be called in to pull of her opponent because she would not stop. Although she never meant to beat her enemies so much that she disfigures their face making them unrecognisable she can not control herself. Something inside her sends her off and she loses focus on what is going on.
Leilatha flicked her red hair out of her face trying to focus back on what was going on before her. She was rather surprised at the fact that Sean thought she was strong. Clearly she had suffered the most damage in the fight but still that larger man believed that she was a tough fighter. She was going to ignore the compliment because she knew that arrogance was a great weakness to gladiators. Being able to talk about what a great fighter you are will not win you the fight. However, if you can back up your trash talking that would be another thing. She was also questioned the fact that he decided to pick her over the others. Some of the others had unique abilities and powers while she was just an average gladiator so to speak. Although she might have some hidden skills they were nothing compared to being able to breath fire.
She sat there for a few moments making her final decision. βOkayβ¦I will be your partner,β she spoke the last words rather faintly. Although Sean was going to be her partner and therefore she would be accepting full responsibility of having his back covered, she was not going to go out of her way to do so. For all she knows he might not cover her. Leilatha had said what she needed to and laid down on her bed, pulling the blanket over her as she gazed up at the roof. She closed her eyes but kept her ears fixed on the conversation.
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She walked over to one of the middle beds and placed her pillow and thin, scratchy blanket down on the surface, hoping that she would be able to sleep once the conversation would die down. She hated when her insomnia acted up, it made her careless and sloppy in battle, something that many scars that could never quite be healed by her healers, could prove. She knew that they littered most of her body, a few smaller ones on her face included. But all of them had their battle scars, it was what proved how strong of warriors they were, they had to be to be placed in the team. Like the angry man had said before, they were selected in the team for a reason and Bliss was still mulling over the small fact of how she had been sent. She knew that she had yet to die in the battle, which was miraculous in itself, but she had no real techniques in her fighting, she relied too much on the fact that she was faster than a lot of the other gladiators and could get that cut in.
She just sat on her head and clipped the cold chains and placed them on the floor beside the bed, sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly hoping for some conversation to try and stop the images of the dead goblins to sneak into her mind, drive her mad with regret. She sighed and listened desperately as Dara made a suggestion, it was a good one at that. Sean was quick to answer and his reply made her grin, yes, Leilatha did seem like a strong fighter. Bliss like the girl, she seemed strong both physically and mentally and seemed like the type who wouldnβt put up with disrespect if some unfortunate soul happened to show her just that. Her cold exterior made her wonder if it was her trying to hide away layers of herself, afraid to befriend and trust others just to get the crushing disappointment of knowing they had died. Or perhaps it was someone that had made it that way, a bad childhood or perhaps how she even got to get there, a lot of storied of how they had arrived to be a gladiator was never really a happy one. Bliss wanted to see the girl smile, as well as half of the other team. As far as the smiles she had seen from them yet . . . well . . . she really hadnβt. It made her sad knowing that they werenβt taking the most out of their life.
βIt does sound like a good idea actually, maybe we could get with someone that would strengthen our fighting and we could work as a team. I mean, we could do it a lot of ways, putting a strong person with a fast person would take away the hole of weakness, but putting two strong people together and two swift people together, well, wouldnβt it bring out their advantage? I mean, both is good and Iβm seriously not picky with who I get paired with . . . you know, as long as they can stand getting their ear talked off,β She smiled and gave Dara a wink, showing that her statement was only half off a joke. Well . . . it was more than a humorous statement, one that would in fact be very true. She knew she wouldnβt be able to stand not talking, it would probably drive her mad.
She turned her head, a smirk dancing on the edges of her lips as she saw Sean already passed out, wondering how the man had fallen asleep so easily and felt a small shock of envy pass through her system, sleeping proved to be difficult with her and her dreams would taunt her of things that had happened. She had more than a few times found herself to wake up thanks to her own shrill scream and she hoped that none of that would happen here, all of the others would probably just let her die because she would be taking away hours of their sleep. She shook her head, forcing the thoughts out of her head and trying to focuse herself back to the present and see what was happening.
βI mean, it would probably help us get to know each other better, just because weβll probably be fighting along side for the next while and it would probably be nice to know about the others,β She smiled, hoping that the others wouldnβt feel awkward from Bliss wanting to know about them. She didnβt want their life story, although she would probably love to listen to them, she just wanted to know what they liked outside of fighting, maybe what they wished they could do or if they had any loved ones back at their home.
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Her attention focused on Anvain and she nodded, pleased to see that the other had finished her stew. βIf you wish for more, help yourself,β she offered as she stood, gesturing for the others to wait while she opened the door to her room. βI require water,β she said to the guard stationed outside. βBring me seven pails of well water,β she said. The guards knew that it wasnβt best to anger a healer. Not when they came to healers for their craft as well. For a moment the Aubade woman softened and she handed a small pouch of herbs to the man, βfor your wife,β she whispered but then they were back to being Healer and Guard. He left and she returned, the door closing behind her. βAnvain, you said?β Sylvani questioned quietly, βJonathon, the guard outside, will be bringing in water and I will set up a privacy screen so you can bathe in peace,β she said.
The name of the guard reminded her of something else. βIf you are wise, you will learn about the guards. Which ones you can bribe, which ones are friendly and which ones to avoid at all costs. Jonathon is my guard. His wife is pregnant with their first child and suffers from anxiety. I know this because he told me. I give him herbs to help and he turns the other eye when I need him to. Utilize the people that you can. Avoid the people that you canβt. If your gladiator becomes your friendβ¦ while it is hard, you are more than likely to fight harder for him. Your heart will break and your soul will die a little at a time with each death that you canβt prevent, but you can overcome it, if youβre strong of will and you all have to be. Youβre healers.β
Her eyes moved to Pandora. Listening to the woman speak. She heard the wisdom in the elder womanβs voice and was smart enough to not feel threatened by it. βAll right, Lady Pandora. If you would care to assist me in the greater wounds, even without magic, I would appreciate it,β she said. βIf you wish to care for the man you named, he is yours. There are others that we can tend to but we will worry about them once I can remember their names,β she said. βIf you have herbs that you donβt trust in your room, you are free to put them in mine. Myβ¦β her voice cracked and she stopped, composing herself. She continued on, her previous vulnerability gone. βMy previous gladiator warded my room. That was his strong suit. Wards. Protection. It wonβt dissuade all, but it will dissuade the weak of mind.β
She quieted, the fire crackled and warmed the room as she looked outside. It was getting dark. There was a push on the door and the guard returned with a handful of women, each with pails, upon seeing Sylvani, they placed them inside and quickly left. A black dog wandered in, sat at Sylvaniβs feet and barked. She petted over his massive head, leaned down and hugged him. βBring him in,β she said, pointing towards the door. Before any could ask questions, she explained. βThat black monster is named the Brute. He is a herding dog, a guard dog. Not my guard but someone elseβs.β It was clear that she had been lying earlier when she said that she didnβt share a room.
βAnyway, healersβ¦ please, finish your stew while I go prepare Anvainβs bath and answer any questions that she has. If youβd like to look through the books or discuss among yourselves, please do so,β she said before she got up to pick up the pails and move them to the bathtub. It was a tedious process of dumping the water in and allowing it to heat before the fire before adding more water and repeating the process, but in the end, the woman would have a heated bath.
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He fell silent and took in the advice about the guards. It seemed sensible enough to him. The guards could potentially get him in trouble or get him out of trouble, best to have them on his side. He made a mental note to find a guard who looked approachable, and find some way to get on his or her good side. What could get a guard on my good side? he mused. Maybe food. I'll have to see if I can sneak anything from the mess hall.
The brief display of emotion from Sylvani surprised him somewhat. So she did have emotions, she just kept them under a tight lid, which was understandable to him. Kelyren couldn't blame her - or anyone, really - for behaving in such a manner in an environment such as the arena.
He was even more surprised to see the large black animal wander in. The dog looked deserving of its name, but it seemed well-behaved and from what he saw, the dog did not act like a brute. He wanted to pet the dog, but he resisted the urge. He was probably unfamiliar to Brute, and he had no way of knowing if the dog would attack him for getting too close.
"So, uh," he began, eyeing the dog thoughtfully before turning to the other healers. He couldn't think of anything meaningful to say, but the silence was making him feel somewhat awkward. "Guess we're all going to have to choose a gladiator and a roommate, huh?"
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Sylvani had addressed her and she turned her attention to their designated leader, a smile blossoming on her face. She gave a short bow toward the younger woman as she continued cleaning up. βI will do so. And please, Pandora is more than acceptable. I shall happily assist you. And thank you for allowing me to assist that man. I shall keep my eyes open for another gladiator who may need my assistance,β she explained. She turned serious when Sylvani offered her own space to store her more rare and valuable herbs. She thought on it a moment before giving a short nod. βThank you, I do believe it would be best if they were kept here,β she said appreciatively, but kept their properties and what they were more secret. Such information was dangerous if made public knowledge.
The older woman had a guard or two who had asked for her assistance in healing their children and had formed a bit of a truce with them. In this way, she would be able to transport her more valuable herbs with a bit more security than she would have previously. She saw the beastly dog move into the room and smiled at the interaction between woman and animal. A bit of companionship was always good for the soul and she imagined that the dog was the only being this young woman opened up. After finishing clearing the area, she went to the bookshelf and removed one of the volumes, flipping through it idly and making note of a few of the recipes within.
Her attention shifted to Kelyren as he filled the silence and she gave him a warm smile. βSo it would seem,β she agreed, setting the volume back on the shelf and moving to the other healer. βHow long have you been healing in the arena?β she asked for conversation's sake, tucking her skirt about her as she took a seat again. Healing in general and healing in the arena were two separate things, and one could usually tell when someone had been under the king's rule for a while. βThere is safety in numbers, having a roommate. We can work together easier as well,β she added, twirling her silver-banded ring about her finger. βAs for a gladiator, it is merely for organizational sake. This way, healers are not bumping into one another or more than one healer rushing to one gladiator's side.β She smiled a bit more strained at him as she continued. βIf you do become close to a gladiator, you will feel the pain of heartache is something happens to him or her. It matters not how you close yourself up to it. But we can pull through it and simply do our best to heal those that remain.β It was clear she had known such heartache in the past, and was accepting in that she would feel it again. Unfortunately, that was her lot in life, but she was accepting of it until such a day came as to end the tyrannical rule of their horrible king.
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There was a tumultuous yelling outside of the gladiatorial stables as a man stood in front of the main doors with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like a man that was used to living in luxury. His hands were soft, never touched a sword, his eyes were cold. He made his money on the blood that soaked the arena and this new creature was going to bleed him dry. He knew it. βItβs going to eat more than itβs worth! Canβt you sell it to the salt mines?β
The answer was too soft to be made out.
βI DONβT CARE! I DONβT WANT IT IN THE WITH THE OTHER GLADIATORS!β
The yard fell silent. Everything stilled as his words echoed. The man could be heard swearing as the door was thrown open. βFine! FINE!β he screamed, βif this is what it comes to, fine! but if it eats everything, I will kill it myself!β
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The steady four-beat moved over the hard floors as the portly overseer led in the creature, jerking at the reins that were around its neck, forcing the creature to stay at its shoulder. βFucking thing probably doesnβt understand,β the overseer muttered. βWhere am I going to put you?β he asked the creature. He led it down past other teams that stared openly at the liminal beast. Such an expensive creature and it was in the ring. What had it done? What team was it going to be placed in? Where was it going to sleep?
The creature was a domesticated Centaur. They were taller than their wild brethren, their colors varied more, and they were built for speed and endurance. They were the perfect blend of animal and man. The man-half reached the nominally impressive height of 5β8. Tall for his breed. His hair was dark brown, tousled around his pale face. His eyes were pale, nearly white, a rare color for any horse breed, especially those that were the racers. His chest was devoid of any clothing, showing his lean but muscled chest, his strong arms and broad shoulders. The brand of his first owner shown on his neck, his mouth had hard scars from the harsh bit that had fallen from his mouth. His human torso blended seamlessly into the ebony flesh of the horse lower half. Scarred at the sides, the ribs on the horse had started to show. His withers had a splash of white, as if someone had thrown paint over him.
The overseer stopped in front of Bliss and tossed the reins down on her bed. βTake it. Your new teammate. Meet Cutlass-Prince,β he sneered as he patted the shoulder of the creature. βGods help you, youβre going to bloody need it,β he said. His eyes roamed over Blissβ body, lingering here and there. βWatch yourself around this one. You know what they say about Centaurs,β his voice dripped with insinuation before he turned to walk away.
Cutlass shifted and kicked out with his back leg, catching hoof to the manβs knee. Perverse pleasure shown in his blue eyes as the manβs leg bent at an impossible angle and shattered. The centaur turned and glared at the man who writhed in pain. βYou are more likely to harm a woman than I am,β he said smoothly before he turned back to the woman who had been tossed his reins. βExcuse me, Miss.β He bent down to pick up his reins and lifted them up, removing them before he tossed them to the floor. βYouβll want that back,β he said to the overseer, βI am not allowed to own property, tack included.β
He shifted and tried to figure out where heβd lay. He was a large creature and there wasnβt much room for the human/humanoid creatures. He sighed. The world was not meant for a centaur. He stayed standing, his tail flicking to the side to brush off a fly that had landed on him. He didnβt comment further on why he had been made a member of the team, or what his strengths were. It was clear that one blow from him was enough to shatter bone, but that was the same from any horse or centaur. He wished that he had his guitar, that would be enough to soothe him. Instead, all he could do was try to keep his mind off of what would be coming the next day. Fighting. He hated fighting, but he would because that was what he was told to do. βDonβt worry Miss,β he spoke quietly to Bliss. βWhatever youβve heard about Centaursβ¦ we canβt be as bad as some of the humans.β He spoke well, for what a person would consider a βbeastβ. His voice was rich, but had a grave undertone to it, as if heβd seen more sadness and hardship and was used to his lot in life.
His was a broken spirit in all sense of the word. A centaur had to be broken before heβd willingly race in that sport, before heβd agree to carry a human on his back. Gone were the proud creatures they had been, in their place was a misunderstood, and vilified creature who wanted nothing more than sweet grass and someone to itch the scratch that was at his back, between his shoulderblades.
Heβd give anything for someone to do that for him.
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"I've been healing for a while," he said casually. "I'm not exactly sure how long, though. Didn't keep track of the months going by." He gave Pandora a charming grin, hoping she would not pry further. A flash of something shiny and metal metal on her hand caught his gaze, and he glanced down at the ring. Perhaps the guards and overseers of the arena were not as tyrannical as he had heard, if they let this woman keep her jewelry.
"Safety in numbers," he echoed, and frowned as he felt a twinge of worry. "Does this mean there's something that might threaten or endanger us? I'm not paranoid or anything, just want to know if I should be looking over my shoulder."
He weighed the pros and cons of sharing a room with the older woman. She seemed like an even-tempered, kind sort of person, which meant he'd probably get along well with her. On the other hand, she was ... well, female. The thought of sharing a room with a woman (and an older one, at that) made him slightly uncomfortable.
"If you think we should be roommates, that's okay with me," Kelyren said in a relatively neutral tone. "From the looks of things, I could learn a thing or two from you."
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βThank you; it will be my first bath in a long while.β Giving a nervous smile, Anvain began to examine the basin. All of her previous baths had been in streams and rivers. She didnβt want to make a fool of herself in front of Sylvani.
When the black dog entered, Anvain had to muster all of her courage to keep from bolting out the door. She normally loved all kinds of animals, but being inside a building built of trees made everything frightening to the small elf. No sky in sight except through a window covered with glass. Staying away from the lounging beast, Anvain helped pour a few of the pails into the bathtub. Once full, she began to unlace her leather bodice. But suddenly froze, realizing her sword was still under her shirt. Would the woman take it from her? Anvain decided to trust Sylvani, letting the sheathed blade drop to the floor she quickly wrapped it in her shirt and placed it next to the tub. Wincing for a moment as she stepped into the tub, the water was very hot, though almost immediately her tired muscles began to relax. It was a wonderfully delightful feeling.
Anvain smiled. Grateful the healer had prepared the bath; it was lifting Anvain spirits and soothing her fears. Taking a bar of soap Anvain began to scrub away the many days of travel upon reaching her left shoulder a bolt of pain shot through her body, angling her eyes she was surprised to see a large bruise covering most of her shoulder and the upper part of her arm. Then it came back to her, it had occurred just three days earlier when Anvain had made a comment about one of her capturerβs nasty smell, he simply turned to look at her with beady eyes and smashed his club into her shoulder then resumed preparing a fire for the night. Never uttering a word to the stunned elf.
Being heavily chained she did not get a chance to examine the amount of damage the strike had caused. Moving her arm in the water Anvain was relieved to discover she still had full movement except for raising it above her head, which was unlikely to be a problem since Anvain used her right arm mainly during fights. Besides Anvain was afraid to ask Sylvani to heal such a minor wound and there was the danger of Sylvani discovering her βuniqueβ magic. That had been Anvainβs motherβs word for it, but her magic really only did one thing well, repelling healerβs magic. Whenever Anvain became injured in the forest only her mother could heal her for she was the only one to know her daughterβs secret and it was bad enough that all the elves knew Anvain was incapable of healing her own injuries, all other elves born in the camp were given the ability to at least heal minor cuts and bruises.
Curling her lip at the color of the bath water, Anvain continued scrubbing herself. Upon reaching her back she discovered it was quite impossible to complete the task, so she held the bar of soap out to Sylvani and a blush came to her cheeks. βWould you please wash my back? It seems during the journey here some of my muscles have tightened.β Before Anvain could help herself she also blurted out. βWho is this King everyone speaks of and why does he have the scorn of many people?β
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Bliss also made a comment of them getting to know each other better, to which Dara answered, βWell besides my obvious heritage there really isnβt that much interesting about me, my views arenβt too dissimilar from anyone else in this room.β He was of course downplaying those facts, he indeed had his own past that would interest some, but he saw no point in bringing up those memories. Memories of that nightβ¦with a fire blazing around himβ¦a cry from his fatherβ¦ a moment of complete despair before he sold himself in order to regain what they had lost. The draconic man pushed those thoughts away; they were useless at the moment.
He focused on his left arm, sending signals down it commanding his fingers to move. The muscles and nerves were intact and functional, the ointment that healer gave him coupled with his quasi-healing factor seamed performing exceedingly well, by morning it would be good enough to do the demanded strenuous tasks, albeit with some soreness throughout.
Dara then heard the footfall of hooves from behind him, his vision adjusted expecting see a horse, though he couldnβt imagine why one was being brought into their quarters, but instead his vision was greeted by perhaps the most exotic thing he had seen all day. A man, whom Dara could only assume was one of the men that profited from their exploits (or lack there of), brought in a centaur. Itβ¦he was more or less thrown right into their laps, being called Cutlass-Prince, though with the way the man pronounced it-it sounded like some sort of insult. He seemed to be regarded as beast rather than a man, something the centaur disproved by speaking fluently in the common language and promptly breaking the wealthy manβs leg with a single hoof strike, doing so with a certain amount of satisfaction Dara noticed.
When it was over with the draconic man only had questions. What was a centaur doing here? Was he meant to be part of their team now? How many more people were going to be apart of this before the end? Before this day Dara had never seen one of Cutlassβs kind, only heard about though word of mouth about various farms and racing circuits. If this indeed was meant to be an addition to their team, then it would either prove useful, or complicate things further. After pinching the bridge of his nose Dara said in a somewhat irritable tone, βOkay, guess we have to do the show and tell thing again. You can call me Dara, I can good with a sword and axes and I can breathe fireβ¦sometimes. Everybody give him your names, skills, and get it over with, I donβt want any surprises or complaints tomorrow.β At this point that day seemed to be dragging on, Dara thought it was best to get acquainted with their new team member quickly so they could rest for the remainder of the night, theyβd need their strength.
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Blissβ thoughts were torn from her head when she heard faint horse hooves that seemed to reverberate around the nightβs air. She looked behind her and was startled to see, of all thing, a Centaur standing practically at the foot of her bed. His eyes seemed to be devoid of any emotion although Bliss wasnβt certain if she saw some sadness lingering in them. She felt sad him, knowing of the creatures. Her father had prepped her for what she would mostly encounter in the arena, wanting her to be one of the best fighters. He had told her that Centaurs were evil creatures, not deserving of any titles really. At the time Bliss had believed him but by now, she knew it wasnβt really true. The stereotypes her father had told her never really held true, the people that she had fought with, or against, in the past were quite diverse and she had learnt by now to respect all races.
Although, as her eyes wandered, she saw the companion he had come with. A slightly larger man with annoyance in his eyes, his mouth set in a firm line, perhaps one of distaste. She had, from seeing and knowing men like him, had slowly started to lose faith in the human race. They were the main portion of people who watched fights and it made her angry at her own race, always wishing that she wasnβt a human. He told the Centaurs name, Cutlass-Prince, and Bliss shot the Centaur a small smile, making sure it was clear that the man who brought him down here received none of that smile, he seemed more than friendly. Although Bliss usually always thought a person was friendly when she first met them and had caught her more than enough flack in her life.
She shrugged her thoughts off when she felt a small shiver go down her spine and the fine hair in back of her neck stand up on end. She saw the man staring at her and she shivered at his wandering eyes, noticing how they stopped to stare at a few different places. She clenched her fists up in small balls, perhaps a way to shield herself against his stare. She wasnβt daft to the look of hunger in his eyes and had been more than once the cure to those type of looks. She knew that he wouldnβt do anything, well, hoped he wouldnβt. Not in front of all the others and the man surely couldnβt be stupid enough to drag a fighter off on his own.
Once more the greedy looking man started to speak again, something about being careful with the Centaurs and Bliss had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, realizing that this man seemed to peeve her. She highly doubted that the Centaur would do anything and she watched with slight glee as he kicked the man, probably breaking his leg. She did, though, smile at his words. Bliss had no doubt the man had taken strange woman to his bed before for a nights entertainment, ignorant to their terrified cries. Although she didnβt fixate on that for long because Cutlass started to speak to her, taking the reins back that had been on her bed.
He threw the reins back to the man and he seemed to just stand there for a moment. With a flick of her head, she saw that most of the gladiators were also looking at the Centaur, not knowing what to say, leaving it to the new gladiator that they had just received. She opened her mouth, ready to try and lift the strangeness from the room but Cutlass-Prince beat her to it. She smiled at his words, comforted that her earlier suspicions had been right. βI donβt doubt it,β She answered him, giving him a small smile, resisting the urge to pat his shoulder to reassure him because she didnβt want to insult him.
She smiled at Dara as he continued on as if nothing happened, now demanding names and talents from each of them to introduce themselves to Cutlass and Bliss had the off thought, wondering if Dara had claimed himself the leader of the group. She wouldnβt mind at all if he did, he was a good man and she had no problem following orders, especially when it was from someone she liked.
βMy nameβs Bliss, Iβm pretty good with daggers or a simple sword when you give me one . . . these chains,β She gestured her head to the chains on the floor of her bed. βWell, Iβm not too good with them.β She shrugged and continued on. βItβs what weβve got though, so oh well. Did you manage to get some? Or are you going to just get them tomorrow in the arena, well, that is if we donβt get a weapon. Regardless, nice to meet you Cutlass,β She smiled at him, hoping to lift his spirits. He was going to be a teammate from now on, might as well make sure he was happy.
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βHe shouldnβt bite you,β she said to the group when the Brute sat with her. βHeβs only alerting me to my own negligence,β she said, watching as he trotted back out. βNot that I have forgotten, but he seems to think that I have,β she said. She knew that she had to get outside. While it was still relatively early in the evening, most people slept at that time. Too tired to stay up later. She had things to do, and it kept her busy well into the night.
Sylvani quieted and listened to Pandora and Kelyren speak together. With the absence of two healers, the other female fae and Fangβ¦ being taken away by the Guards and being brought who knew where, she figured that there were three of them. It was enough to heal the gladiators, given that most teams had one or two healers, this new team had three. Granted, the gladiators were a strong force, and getting them to trust one another would be hard. She wished that she could interject and explain to Kelyren that trusting oneβs team was the best thing to do, but she figured it wouldnβt work. She sighed and shook her head. She felt the familiar pain building at her left shoulder, the same pain that came every night when she grew too tired. By mistake, she patted Pandoraβs shoulder. She was used to some sort of company.
βThere is only one other thing I can offer to you two,β she said finally. She exhaled slowly, willing the pain away. βYou two can sleep in separate quarters. Because weβve lost two of our healers, we still have the rooms. I donβt find it as safe, sleeping alone, but Kelyrenβ¦you seem uncomfortable with Pandora and me. If youβre going to have the best form for the gladiators, itβd be best if you were comfortable.β
She left that dangling for the other two to take before she went to Anvain and knelt beside her. She didnβt fluster or grow embarrassed at the otherβs nakedness; she picked up the bar of soap, lathered the cloth and set to washing the otherβs back. She kept quiet, her mind growing distant as she cared for the gladiator. In their dark world of death and bloodshed, at the end of the day what Sylvani enjoyed most was taking care of another.
A slight smile crossed her face as she used her thumbs to dig into the tender muscle by Anvainβs shoulders, trying to loosen them and relax her. βThe Kingβ¦The King isβ¦β her voice turned sarcastic. βThe King is a wonderful man that has our best interests at heart and only wants us to know that he punishes us like a father would punish his children. He doesnβt want to, but he must for our own goodβ¦β Her hands rested on Anvainβs shoulders as she thought about what she should say. The woman could be a spy. The King could be trying to see if she was loyal to him. Wellβ¦ the King knew that she didnβt like him. βThat is what he wants us to think. Or he tells us. The King, in reality is a cruel man that enjoys pitting people against one another. Heβll do anything to make sure that we are broken in spirit. The only way that we can fight against him right now, is to survive. That is where I come in, for you. You get injured and I heal you to the best of my ability. If I keep you alive, I anger him and I remind him that just because he thrives off of deathβ¦not everyone has to.β She stopped, βlisten to me, rambling on when you should be sleeping,β she said quietly. She stood up and grabbed a towel, opening it for the female elf. βYou can sleep here tonight, if you want. I have things to do in the forest tonight,β she said. Meaning she wouldnβt be in her room. βAfter this, youβll be staying with the other gladiators.β
She moved back out with the other healers and set to packing bread, cheese, water, a blanket and a small brightly colored book into a pack. βNow, Iβll be gone for the night. Pandora, if you wouldnβt mind staying to watch over Anvain. I have things to do, people to see and while I normally wouldnβt leave my gladiator, Iβm afraid that there is a pressing matter I must tend to,β she said. The very slight, tender smile remained on her face. βI doubt any of you three wish to go into the forest now anyway. Not with me. I have too many things to gather.β
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The centaur wanted little to do with the group arrayed with him. He knew that he wasnβt welcome, and wouldnβt be welcome. It went with the territory of being what he was. Still, at least two in the group attempted to treat him civilly, the female moreso than the male. βYou shouldnβt be getting another teammate,β he said to Dara, understanding his concern that the group would get too big. βLook around, how many people do you have left? Not many. Not enough to fight in the ring.β
He shifted, lifting one hoof and putting it back down. It was hard for him to stand on that sort of ground. It would make him sore in the morning, but it would be worse if he tried to lay down and have the weight on his legs. His attention focused on the man, Dara, again. Listening to the way that he listed what he was good at, and his name. βI donβt need to know about you. Other than the name that I can yell out when I need you to get out of my way, or to swear at you if you decide to try and mount me while we are fighting. I am not a horse; I do not tolerate a rider. I donβt care what sort of idea that you have that involves me. I do not take a rider,β he had to emphasize that heavily. βNot anymore,β he huffed. Insulted with the very idea of having to tolerate someone sitting on him.
βI know that I am throwing a wrench into your plans. Whatever they were. A well-oiled team does not do well with a new cog thrown into the mechanics of it. I am that new cog, and I apologize. If you would rather rest and conserve your vocal cords for the screaming of the ring, that is understandable,β he said to Dara. βI am sorry that you areβ¦less than pleased with my arrival. I will do my best to stay out of your way. It is likely that you will only see me during training and during fighting as you wouldnβt need to talk with me beyond that.β
He shied slightly as a shadow danced too close to his hooves. He sidestepped quickly before he realized that it was just a shadow. He looked towards Bliss, the woman whom the overseer had made his advances to, seemed quite capable of speaking to him as if he had intelligence beyond parroting information back to her, and managed a rueful grin as he tried to explain. βI am best with a bow and arrows,β he said honestly. βDecent with a sword, but it is not my preferred weapon. It is not natural for me to carry something made by man, and I donβt like close ranged combat. For obvious reasons,β he explained. A bow crafted by him was large, the string taunt and hard to pull. Other bows he was given, made by man, tended to break in his hands as he held them too tightly. The time and effort taken to make them were wasted, but he was learning to not break the weapon that he was given. He looked at the chains at the foot of her bed and shrugged. βI am not allowed property. Whatever I am given, I have to return at the end. If I try to keep somethingβ¦ punishment follows. I am not allowed property for I am property,β he said. It was a speech that was carefully memorized and he sounded bored, not angry, when he said it.
He tried to smile for her, a difficult feat for the creature that had little in stake for the ring. Still, he liked to keep people happy. Happy people were less likely to lash out in anger.
βYou, Centaur, outside!β a man yelled and Cutlass turned his head to regard the man. He turned back to Bliss and Dara, bowing low to them, βpardon me. It would seem that the right to be housed with gladiators is not one that will be afforded to me. Thank you for taking the time to talk with me. It was a rare pleasure,β he said before he backed away carefully. He walked back to the door and left the stables. If any cared to look from the window, theyβd see that he would be tethered outside in the grass like the horses were. A rope tied around his back leg, secured to a simple stake that could be pulled out if he tried. Yet, he was domesticated. In mind, body and spirit. He wouldnβt try to run. Heβd only be returned.
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The woman caught him looking at her ring, and she immediately placed her free hand over it, hiding it from view. She didn't want to think he might try and steal it from her to pawn off to the nearest guard for a favor, but she didn't know enough about him to think otherwise. Her wedding band, still remaining untarnished after years upon years of wear, was very precious to her and she had been forced to jump through hoops to even be able to keep it on her person. Again, she silently thanked her skill in herbalism and the books she had read, the experiments she had used to perfect both healing art and a more harmful art.
Untying the knot from her bandanna sent curls spiraling down over her shoulders, and she ran her fingers through the tendrils lightly, folding the raggedy bandanna with care and keeping it safe. For her, this scrap of cloth was as precious as the silver that banded her finger or the locket hidden beneath her shirt. When Kelyren's worry was expressed from any threat, she nodded to him seriously.βYes, of course there is. We are the only line of defense that the gladiators have. If a guard, lord, or even citizen decide that they wish to help their odds in their bets, we are the easiest targets. I have seen healers poisoned, shot at with arrows, seduced, bribed, and stopped from doing their jobs by various other means. When it is said that all a healer has is their team and gladiators, it is correct.β She spoke kindly, explaining the danger to him so that he may understand what it was they were put up against often enough. She herself had been poisoned by a family she had thought were only trying to be kind to her. Luckily enough, she had an antidote for such a thing. Of course, it was worse treating one's self and reading through books to find out what it was that had done the poisoning.
Kelyren's neutrality did not fool the older woman's eyes for a moment and she understood how her presence could make him uncomfortable. She was about to suggest that perhaps they not share a room, thinking of an excuse on her part so as not to wound his pride when Sylvani stepped in. She felt the touch on her shoulder and smiled a bit, hoping that they would each be able to hold some sort of amicability for one another. βThat does not sound like a bad idea.β She turned back to Kelyren and nodded to him. βI am still more than willing to help teach you and work with you on herbalism. And you can retire to your own space when you are ready,β she said sincerely, smiling warmly. She had a nature of motherhood about her and only wanted the best for those around her.
The long-time healer noticed Sylvani packing food and a blanket, curious that she would be going out at this time of night. She was slightly worried for the young woman, despite her mind telling her that the Audabe knew what she was doing, had been doing so for a length of time herself. She nodded at the request and stood. βOf course, I shall. Please, be careful. May the goddess watch over you and keep you from harm this night,β she prayed quietly, clenching her hands together for a moment before burying her worry and smiling at Sylvani. βI hope you find all that you are looking for. Perhaps, as well, if you come across any Rowan flowers on your journey, you could bring back some? They have deep purple petals and their leaves fork into V-shapes midway down.β She bowed to the other woman slightly and made her way over to the injured elf, smiling at her. βIf there is anything you need at all this evening, please ask.β She noticed the dark discoloration of her shoulder and furrowed her brow in worry, examining it closer and thinking of what she had on her now that may assist her.
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Sylvani's offer sounded good. Kelyren nodded in response, relieved that he might not have to share a room after all. Perhaps Sylvani was not as cold-hearted and cruel as he first thought she was. He was now somewhat aware of the dangers in sleeping alone, but he had a vague idea of some methods he could use to chase off intruders who might creep into his room while he slept. They would not injure anyone, but the ideas he had in mind would either wake him up, or scare any intruders away from him. The only obstacle was sneaking the needed supplies into his room without getting caught.
Then again, he thought to himself, a bucket of water and some breakable dinnerware is all I should need. They probably won't be too hard to get.
"I wouldn't mind that," he said to Pandora. "And I think I do need a teacher for some things, if it isn't too much trouble for you."
He watched skeptically as Sylvani came back into the room they were in and started packing. She looked like she was headed someplace for more than a few hours, judging from the food. The book intrigued him, and he wanted to ask what it was about, but he decided to remain silent and prevent his curiosity from getting him into any more trouble. It looked like he would be working with these women for some time, and he did not want to anger them. Kelyren still couldn't help but wonder what the book was about, though. What did the mysterious "Ice-Bitch" like to read?
"Where will you be going?" he blurted out, focusing his curiosity upon something else. "I didn't know we could be out and about during nighttime. The guards didn't let me out the last time I tried to go for an evening walk. Do you have to sneak outside or something?"
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She then listened to what he was good at and tried to file the information away in her head, knowing that it would be useful but not really caring. She had already forgotten most of their weapons of choice, something that made her slightly guilty. But, as stupid as she thought of herself for even thinking the thought, her mind wasnβt with fighting. For now she was just happy with meeting new people, she hated having to fight for the right of her life and slightly hated her father for putting her in the situation. Although she had long ago forgiven him, anger still arose every so often when she felt particularly despaired. And lately she had been way to caught up in her fighting and killing was starting to really bother her.
She felt a small pang of sorrow when she heard him mention that he was only property, something that he himself had accepted. It seemed that it was worse, yes, they were too treated like property but it appeared that he couldnβt even keep weapons . . . . She felt anger at the human race once more, wondering why most of them were so ignorant.
She grinned as she saw him smiled although he was soon out of the room and she was left with Dara once more, the others asleep. She turned to him, her eyes landing on the scales on his arm once more, she found him fascinating. Not to mention that so far he seemed to be fine with the fact that she talked way too much, that always proved to make her quite a happy person. He seemed friendly, like all of them there, although a few of them seemed to be a bit reserved, so she automatically liked him.
βSo, how long have you been doing . . . this for? I mean . . . this is my fifth year, soon sixth actually. Well from what I hear, I donβt really follow the dates. I donβt know how Iβve managed to survive for so long, itβs actually a borderline miracle. I guess Iβm just incredibly lucky . . . well that and well trained. My father was the one who trained me and gave me up to become a gladiator, so I guess my fighting isnβt that bad. But still, I guess others underestimating me was a big help,β She told him, realizing that she had been rambling. She blushed a bit but gave him a smile, hoping that he wouldnβt take her rambling as a desperate attempt to make friends. She hadnβt even realized that she had been rambling. βSorry for talking . . . I didnβt even realize.β She shrugged, hoping that he wouldnβt feel pressured to tell her his past.
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The draconic man frowned as the βpropertyβ as he referred to himself was called outside to lie with the dogs. As he left Dara said as a consolation, though he did not know how much an effect it would have or at all, βWeβre all property.β Cutlass however didnβt appear to hear him, and Dara decided not to attempt calling out to him again.
It was true, gladiators by definition were slaves; expendable, replaceable, and cheap. In the grand scheme of things they werenβt so different, other than the fact that Cutlass was born into captivity. Then a thought occurred to him; while people indeed enslaved members of their own race into this nightmarish sport, they at least could win their freedom and attain the rights all other citizens of their race had in this kingdom. But Centaurs had no rights, therefore Cutlass had no chance of earning the opportunities Dara or the others would, he was doomed to remain property for the rest of his natural life or be disposed of when he was no longer an able body. The draconic man had seen into his eyes, if any spark of rebellion existed within Cutlass it was extremely dim to the point it would fizzle out, a broken soul.
For a small moment, vengeful thoughts emerged where he had sought to suppress unless they were useful. Thoughts of the king, whom he had mental picture as a small, fat, and pathetic specimen of a man hiding behind a tradition that demanded obedience from all, hiding behind a privilege that should have been denied at birth as he denied theirs. Oh, how Dara wished for so many sleepless nights that he could simply walk into his bed chambers and spit flaming vengeance upon him, to watch him burn alive, to see his eyes so that he would know that it was a mere slave who performed the deed and not some prestigious general or enemy of his nation. To have the fruits of his labor be counted, and found wanting as the flames would continue to consume him for all eternity in Hellβ¦
His thoughts began to manifest on the surface, as his face grew into a subtle grimace and barred teeth. He immediately realized this however and suppressed those thoughts, regaining a neutral face. If he had continued with those thoughts than Bliss would have interrupted him, asking about how long he had been in this situation, then going on about herself and how she ended up here. Apologizing for her ramblings, it made Dara chuckle lightly, and for the first time that day the stress subsided. βWell I donβt think Iβve been here longer than you have, four to five years maybe? I donβt bother keeping count anymore. Like you my father trained me, Iβve survived by those skills as well as some of my more...unique talents from time to time. Although My father couldnβt prepare me for everythingβ¦β the last statement was said to himself and just barely audible.
Regaining his composure he states, βIn any case we better get our sleep while we can.β He settled his body down, essentially laying his legs flat on the ground while his upper half contented itself on the wall. As his golden eyes dimmed he finished in a whisper, βTomorrowβs going to be a long ass day.β
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Before Anvain could protest, Sylvani left the room and spoke to the other healers. It was a small comfort to be allowed to stay with the healers for the night. Anvain found it was terribly tempting to fall asleep with just a towel covering herself. But life in the forest had taught her to always be prepared, so somewhat reluctantly Anvain put her clothes back on and tucked her sword safely back down her shirt. Anvain positioned herself upon the bed to have a clear view of the doorway to prevent a possible unwanted visitor. Her last thought before drifting into an uneasy sleep was I forgot to drain my magic.
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What Sylvani did that night remained with her, but in the morning when she woke, the sun had barely rose but she knew that she had to get back to the healers and gladiators. It was to the Healers and Anvain that she went to first. She waited for them to eat their breakfast and get dressed, before she walked across the way to the Gladiators. She woke each up that was still sleeping, made sure that they were fed and that Cutlass would follow with the rest of the team, before she brought her entire group to the waiting grounds in the back of the arena.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she tried to keep her voice steady. The arena always brought in mixed, and dangerous, feelings within her. βThis is where youβll be fighting,β she spoke to the Gladiators. βJacob was meant to bring you here, but he couldnβt. So I am with you in your stead. Stay together, try to figure out how you will be fighting, get to know the Healers. If you want a particular healer to work with you, tell them know,β her eyes flickered to Anvain. βAnvain, I will be your healer as Iβve already overseen part of your healing process,β she said. βDara, Pandora has seen to youβ¦ and I think she would be best matched with you. Bliss, Cutlass, Leilatha, Seanβ¦ please use this time to pick your healers,β she asked as best she could. She saw that Cutlass remained with the gladiators, but didnβt move towards a healer. He would be difficult for the Healers to work with, given his state of mind.
βOh yes,β she pulled out canteens of water, tossing them to each person. βRemember to drink water. Keep yourselves hydrated. You donβt know how long you will be waiting or what you will be fighting,β she said before she inclined her head. βAll right, goβ¦ do whatever you wish,β she said finally, letting the gladiators and healers be free to do as they wished. βAnvain,β she called one last time before she moved to the woman. βYour shoulder, how is it?β she asked. βCan you move it fully? I was hoping to check it this morning but in the rush, I admit, it eluded me,β she said before she dropped her voice to a whisper. βIf you plan on using the sword that I saw last night, make sure it looks like you are taking it from the weapons available. I do not want to see you punished because you broke the rules,β she said but then backed up. She loved it when Gladiators broke the rules and didnβt get caught. She counted it is a silent rebellion against the King.
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As they came upon the coliseum the draconic man had to concede his own opinions for a moment and marvel at its grandeur. He had never laid eyes on the most infamous place in the entire kingdom; it was a far cry from the smaller venues he had fought at these past few years. All the while on their trip hear Dara wondered where Jacob was. It was Sylvani who woke them and led them here; when they had arrived she explained briefly that Mr. Sunshine couldnβt make it, which made Dara ponder what could possibly keep a man like that away.
She also made it a point to get more acquainted with their healers, naming someone Pandora as his. At this he raised a brow and looked to the healers there. One was the half-elf, whom he recalled was namedβ¦Kaydrin? Keylin? He had not the attention at the time to embed the name into his brain, regardless it obviously wasnβt Pandora. He noticed the absence of a couple of healers, but rather than questioning thier whereabouts he focused on the only other one in their presence. The woman who tended to him the previous day, from that it was simple to deduce her identity.
Once again he checked the functionality of his arm, as he predicted it was still sore, but largely healed. When Sylvani said that she would be best matched with him he recalled the healer mentioning her knowing of the draconic healing factor, so with that in mind Dara surmised that Sylvaniβs statement wasnβt an exaggeration. The Ice-Queen gave them water canteens, which Dara was thankful for, as he helped himself to a few sips he noted that the water wasnβt cool, but he was satisfied nonetheless.
Dara returned his attention to the healer self-assigned to him, and decided to head the advice given to him and get acquainted with her, βWell, I assume you caught my name being Dara from the Ice-Queen just as I caught yours so we can get that part out of the way,β he attempted a half-smile. βBy the way, yesterday you seemed to know well enough of my draconic attributes. Out of curiosity just how much do you know about draconians?β He saw no harm in asking that of her, he wanted to see how good of a match for him as a healer she truly was. Not that it mattered that much to him, but it would be nice to know if there was any advantage to gain from this.
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Jacob arrived at the arena a few hours later. the team should not have arrived more than a few minuets before him if Sylvani kept to the schedule. Jacob walked into the gladiators waiting area. It wasn't much more than a small walled in area with a few benches in it. There they were, looked like Sylvani did a good job. Jacob walked up to the gladiators rolling his neck. "Ok piss ant, I was held up in a ... business meeting so as you of course noticed I wasn't able to take you to the arena and fill you in. So I will do so now; The first thing you need to know is the fight order The system workes like this, the gladiators that are battling are of course in the arena fighting. The gladiators that would fight next were are in the cage right outing side of the arena floor, and finally the team that will fight after them are kept here in waiting area. So when the team occupying the cage move onto the battle floor you will head right through that door there, he said pointing at a large stone slab of a door, whenever it opens and wait in the cage. The cage is just what it sounds like, a cage. To the left and right of it are other creatures being held to be sent into battle, my advice to you is don't talk to them." Jacob mumbled the next part under his breath "more trouble than its worth". Going back to his normal tone of voice "Also before you enter the cage there will be a few nice gentle man that bring in racks of weapons that you can choose from... that is unless your scheduled fight does allow you the use of weapons. If not then that is why I gave you those chains, They are not considered weapons by the king so use them to prove him wrong. That is all I can think of for now, So do whatever Sylvani told you to and wait for the weapons to come." Jacob paused in his rant to notice that there was a new addition to the team. "Oh what the hell!" He shouted "We have a damn centaur now, when did we get him... you know what never mind,I don't give a damn. You can fight right?" He said addressing the centaur.
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She heard her name mentioned and she looked over to Dara, casting a friendly smile toward him, nodding her head in understanding. Her gaze traveled to the other gladiators around them. Who would step forward first to request a healer? She thought of how it must look, how demur the healing group must have looked with only the three of them. Still, she kept her posture straight and did not lower her eyes. She would take any who wished to utilize her talents, even the stubborn ones who may not yet wish to request a healer. They would have to learn to work and trust one another above any outside of their group, and if it did happen too slowly, then that usually meant the team did not last long and she was put to a new team after watching her comrades fall in battle.
As Dara approached her, Pandora gave the man her full attention. βI am quite familiar with those in descent from the grand dragons as well as those dragons themselves,β she assured him, moving to his side. βHow is your arm? I would like to re-examine it before you enter into the arena. If there is any strain or pressure, I can alleviate it for a time, help to keep your mind on the task at hand,β she informed him before stopping to answer his question.
βI have healed and am quite familiar with both dragons and their half-blooded offspring. Many years did I work with them each, finding what herbs assisted where others did not, the alternate effects they would have on humans versus dragons, and what poisons dragons were more susceptible to. Depending on the generation of offspring and how much blood is of the draconian descent does affect my decisions in what must be done in terms of healing,β she answered honestly. She felt no need to discuss her personal interaction with such people, knowing it would not be wise to have such a conversation overheard. βNow, if you would allow me to ask a question of you. Exactly how much draconian blood runs through your veins, and what type of dragon do you descend from?β she asked, both questions pertinent in her healing. Jacob had arrived in the next moment and addressed the gladiators, explaining the system of the battling they would be doing. She knew well the sequence of events, finding the cage to be a very trying experience itself, and simply hoped that the people surrounding her would be able to keep their wits about them.
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When Jacob turned his attention to their new teammate Dara saw this as his chance to respond to his healer. βMy grandmother was a dragonborn, I think I heard once she was from the Vikadi clan or some shit, I dunno I didnβt keep track of that far into my heritage. In any case that makes me only a fourth of their kind, Iβm not as durable as my ancestors. Guess thatβs why Iβm still sore around this area,β The draconic man took his right hand and place the palm under his armpit, he then squeezed gently where the tendons met the muscle bringing a slight wince to his face.
He had deliberately omitted anything concerning his own parents; all of his knowledge on them just brought unwanted memories. Though to be fair, it was only his father he had memories of.
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King Dimitri Blackwell
"You will respect me, or fear me. I care not which"
Niall MacKelter
While I live, I fight. I will never give in. I will never stop. Not until my deed has been accomplished.
Cutlass-Prince De???Morvian
I may be a slave but don't mistake that for weak. I'd trample you as soon as I'd kiss you. I'd kill you sooner than I'd save you. I'm a slave, but I'm not broken yet.
Pandora Emyrald Gradanias
Deep breath, dear. The pain will pass soon.
Anvain Koravelki
Soft-hearted forest elf
Sylvani Drwgg-Nikolaidis
I can heal your physical wounds... but I cannot heal the wounds that have cut your spirit.
Adriac Veras
"When you make a mistake..that day I will be free."
Tale Weaver
"Please friend, join me by the fire and rest your weary bones. After you eat your fill, If you like, then I could tell you a story or two."
William (A.K.A. Fangs)
Please don't make me mad...I don't want to shed anymore blood...
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Sylvani Drwgg-Nikolaidis
I can heal your physical wounds... but I cannot heal the wounds that have cut your spirit.
Rowan Verrow
"Don't worry about me... just try to stay alive."
Pandora Emyrald Gradanias
Deep breath, dear. The pain will pass soon.
Kelyren Vale
"It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye... Then it becomes work for me."
Leilatha Esta Nym
Don't worry about life, you're not going to survive it anyway.
Adriac Veras
"When you make a mistake..that day I will be free."
Niall MacKelter
While I live, I fight. I will never give in. I will never stop. Not until my deed has been accomplished.
Cutlass-Prince De???Morvian
I may be a slave but don't mistake that for weak. I'd trample you as soon as I'd kiss you. I'd kill you sooner than I'd save you. I'm a slave, but I'm not broken yet.
Anvain Koravelki
Soft-hearted forest elf
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Rowan Verrow
"Don't worry about me... just try to stay alive."
Kelyren Vale
"It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye... Then it becomes work for me."
William (A.K.A. Fangs)
Please don't make me mad...I don't want to shed anymore blood...
Tale Weaver
"Please friend, join me by the fire and rest your weary bones. After you eat your fill, If you like, then I could tell you a story or two."
King Dimitri Blackwell
"You will respect me, or fear me. I care not which"
Leilatha Esta Nym
Don't worry about life, you're not going to survive it anyway.
Sean Hollifield
Bring me a sword...
Cutlass-Prince De???Morvian
I may be a slave but don't mistake that for weak. I'd trample you as soon as I'd kiss you. I'd kill you sooner than I'd save you. I'm a slave, but I'm not broken yet.
Gambrill
The arena's dragon
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Kingdom of Seria ↪ Gladitorial Stables Owner: RolePlayGateway
This is where you train, eat, and sleep. This is your only home besides the Arena.
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Kingdom of Seria ↪ Grand Coliseum Owner: RolePlayGateway
Blood, sweat, sand, and death. Here is where you battle and make your legend.
60 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2011-09-02 20:26:09 »
oops... yeah just ignore this
1 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2011-07-08 03:52:45 »
Land of Diran ↪ Griffin Peak Mountains Owner: RolePlayGateway
The once great protectors of the Land of Diran.
1 posts · 3 characters present · last post 2011-06-13 05:35:46 »
Land of Diran Owner: RolePlayGateway
The homeland you were taken from
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Kingdom of Seria Owner: RolePlayGateway
The kingdom of Seria homeland of king Blackwell.
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