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Dustrag vs. Jandor
All stare down at the Arena, through the transparent Wall that shields the fighters from any interference, no matter how subtle or intricate, from the spectators. Within the grimy, stained, sandy Arena, the roar of the crowd is muted to a dull rumble, like the sound of distant thunder. The combatants are brought to their starting places, and the iron doors seem hunched in silence, alive, waiting to open. All take a moment to eye the pedestal floating far above the field of battle, where a red silk sheet covers an unseen object.... a slight hush falls over the crowd as the red silk sheet billows aside, revealing... Last edited by Lormador; Apr 30th, 2012 at 10:50 PM. |
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Dustrag moves with a an almost frightening efficiency to the cage room. The creature doesn't pace, doesn't mutter to himself, doesn't seem to do much of anything to psych himself up...in fact, this new combatant seems to evince no emotion at all. He enters the cage, and then begins to chant under his breath, a calming mantra perhaps.
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So a wemic and a firbolg walk into a bar... Last edited by Jaruen; May 1st, 2012 at 04:03 AM. |
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Jandor appears for his third arena fight, this time determined not to lose. He closes his eyes and blinks out of existence to in other words, nobodyeveryone who can't see invisible. A few strange words come out from his room as he prepares for battle.
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The doors clang open quickly, rudely, almost immediately upon your arrival in the cell. The roar of your crowd reaches your ears, as the flickering warmth of the fiery brazier carries the scent of blood, guts, sand and sweat to your nostrils. The ground quakes with the crowd's tumult.
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So a wemic and a firbolg walk into a bar... |
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The small figure of Dustrag moves quickly from his alcove to stand behind the rock directly in front of his door. He then mutters a single word, and a heavy fog starts to surround him.
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So a wemic and a firbolg walk into a bar... |
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~ To be alive is not to live; living requires reaching beyond survival for something more. Reach for that something and find what dreams breath life into your existence. ~
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My first turn is done
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So a wemic and a firbolg walk into a bar... |
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Dustrag can hear magical whisperings and see coming from Jandors cells that quickly fade There is little to see or hear as Jandor makes his move.
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Each man is the bard of his own existence ~ Cormac McCarthy I've returned, slightly |
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