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Post by Maliku on Oct 16, 2006 15:47:30 GMT -5
Doesn't everyone read the dictionary?....
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 16, 2006 16:15:04 GMT -5
The argonians whispered to themselves in a tight huddle. Often a time, they would look out and glare devilishly at a passing person. Jarathe thought he could.....fit in. He walked up to the group, and bowed in respect.
"Another argonian? are you a slave? have you been forced to fight, as have we?"
"No, my friends, i am here on my behalf."
" Looking to make friends here are we?"
"If thats what you must call it, then perhaps."
The argonians looked him over. One put his hand up to another's ear, whispering his thoughts.
"Alright then, "friend".Welcome to the magnificent arena!
The huddle snickered, and then signaled for Jarathe to follow closely. Jarathe passed bodies, of all races, lying down on the hard stone surface, as his wood elf "friend" was doing right now. They laid lifeless, staring up into blank space, with deep, black empty eyes.
Tables were aligned against the wall, and were covered with weapons. Weapons for the warrior, archer, assassin, brute, everyone. Some of the gladiators wore armor, covered in crimson, with the blood of their enemies. Or perhaps them selves, or the owner before them. Some wore shining armor. Beautifully crafted, with curious designs of pauldrons, gauntlets, and greaves. Majestic armor. Black, white, yellow, gold, and everything in between.
Jarathe and his leaders passed trough a dark hall, and stopped near a large stone door. Bloody hand prints marked the door, maybe as a warning, or sign. Possibly both. The leader of the group, had to use both hands, and have his feet placed steadily on the floor, to open the heavy door, but even then he fell short of breath. The arena, yellow combatants room.
The room was soaked in red. Blood and gore seeped through grates on the roof. The room was much smaller then outside, and quieter to boot. Jarathe felt an odd, unknown power lurking in the dark corners of the room. This, unholy place had history. Maybe an evil history.
Soon, passing into yet a smaller room, which looked like someones chambers, stood a rather peppy looking Dark elf.
"hello my brother. How can i be of assistance to such a handsome argonian?"
Jarathe looked up into the dark elf's bright eyes, and angrily said, I am not your brother, and don't start on me. i am not the queer, like yourself."
" Apologies my friend. The name Eldigo, and I'm the yellow team battle matron. You will come to me when you want to step into the holy sand pit of the arena, and lob another friends head off. Sounds fun friend right?"
The dark elf stuck his hand, and it was left their as Jarathe passed by.
Eventually, they came to a more open space. It was filled with tables, and bedrolls covered the floor. Their was no blood on the walls, and it seemed peaceful. Jarathe didn't like it.
"This here is the combatants quarters. You will sleep and eat here."
The argonian shut the door behind Jarathe, and he looked around. This was his new home.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 16, 2006 16:19:06 GMT -5
I do not read teh dictionary, but my moms a librarian
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 16, 2006 16:33:57 GMT -5
oh. Do you get free books? that would be sweet. Though you can check them out for free, i know, but do you get.....special privliges? Oh, and i sent you a PM.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 16, 2006 18:39:48 GMT -5
"Jarathe!!! Jarathe sweetheart!!! "
Jarathe was sitting in a dark corner in the living quarters, legs folded, and meditating. Ones beliefs are only limited by their imagination, and the beliefs of Jarathe, were soon to become crucial, and his beliefs, would decide the fate of the empire.
The queer dark elf, Edilgo, bursted through the day, as happy as he was gay.
"Jarathe!!! Ive signed you up for a match!!!! you should head to the gates now, ummm....grab what you want, off the battle table, armor, weapons, and then be off!!! This is a critical game honey!!!!! Your first pit dog match!!! good luck sugar!!!"
Jarathe, angered at the disturbance of his meditation, roared at Edilgo to leave. The dark elf ran out the door cowardly.How could such a fool be the battle matron?
Soon, the Veyond was once again greeted by the noise of the arena under croft. A whole new world was opened, once he had pulled the door open with ease. He again walked past the dead. It would look as if they would jump up any moment, and come back to life, as some looked dead, but were critically wounded, and the dead stirred.
Sand fell through the roofs cracks, because the arena viewers stomped the stone beneath them, as they watched with anticipation their favorite arena hero. Soon, the familiar scent of death reeked the dirty air that was the blood works. Jarathe walked pass odd looks, salted veterans gave a deep, almost funny look, as they imagined how the argonian slime would get pummeled, and join the dead.
Ladies and gentlemen!!!......"
The introductory words of the announcer boomed through not the arena, but probably the whole of the imperial legion city! And with that in mind, he trotted with expert athletics, toward the gate. He passed a strange fountain, which seemed to have some enchantment bestowed upon it. Healers fountain..
Jarathe ran up the bloody slope to the release gates, and sat, spear in hand. the announcer continued...
" The emperor of cyrodiil, is pleased to bring you, the two freshest installment of this glorious establishment. Two pit-dogs, fighting to the death, so that forever their names will be remembered and written in parchment and story books alike.....Lower the gates!!!! ____________________________
I know its short, but i didn't have enough time, and too tired to write a long update. Hope you like....
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Post by Maliku on Oct 16, 2006 19:20:06 GMT -5
I did like it, a lot.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 17, 2006 0:55:57 GMT -5
MORTAL KOMBAT!!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 17, 2006 15:20:03 GMT -5
Mortal Kombat?
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 17, 2006 17:48:38 GMT -5
Jarathe stepped out into the arena. He stumbled uneasily on the sand, as he has never had the experience before. He looked up into the sky. Birds soar again, as they did when Jarathe first got his glimpse of the glorious arena, except now they placed their watchful eye on Jarathe. A wave of heat swepted over him, and the screams and shouts of the crowd seared his head with awful headaches. Jarathes throat went dry, and felt weak and confused. Angered at his own incompetence, Jarathe shook it off, and it leaft, like a parasite attached to a dog.
Suddenly, just as Jarathe was brought back to his battle stance, an arrow struck his shoulder, and stuck out on the other side. Furious, Jarathe pulled the arrow out, howling in the process. Jarathe used his incredible speed and charged the shooter. A nord with a war hammer and iron bow.
"Die you fool!!"
Jarathe shouted these words and blood spilled out in the act. The nord, running back towards his gate, then turned with his war hammer placed steadily in both hands. The lumbering nord raised his hammer in the air, and for a moment, entirely blocked out the sun above of Jarathe, and cast a shadow over his body. The weapon came down, smashing the sand, and vibrating the pit floor. The crowd gasped in anticipation. Jarathe, however, was far too fast for that, and sidestepped with ease. With the war hammer impaled into the ground,the nord bent over, and using all the strength he had, he pulled. The hammer remained lodged, and the poor excuse of an arena combatant started to shed tears. Jarathe used the arrow that the nord used against him, to stab his foe in the back, and spilling the blood of a veyond, into the bloodstream of the imperialist.
At the moment of impact of the arrow, blood poured from his mouth, and spilled upon the tan sand of the arena. The nord, forgetting his hammer, pulled a dagger from his boot, and Jarathe brought the spear around, which was secured by a strap on his back. The nord, foolishly attacked first, and a clumsy first attack it was. He made quick weak attacks at his mid section. This meant that Jarathe had plenty of room to perform acrobatics. Jarathe jumped above the attack of the nords dagger, flipped in a curl, and brought the spears hard-wood against the skull of the nords head. A loud crack boomed through the arena, and the nords head spit open, and blood gushed out, falling to the floor beneath him like a water fall.
Amazingly, the nord stood back up, the blood filled eyes, making him blind. Aimlessly, the nord used his nordic greater power woad, to cast a freezing destruction spell at Jarathe. The ice traveled too fast, even for Jarathe. The spell impacted Jarathes groin, and sent him flying through the air, landing on his chest nearly 10 feet away. Jarathe closed his eyes, and did the only thing he could do, he stood back up. The nord had turned desperate, and was slashing the air around Jarathe crazily. He was finished. Jarathe climbed a top one of the pillars to the arena, and throwing the chains attached like a lasso above him, unleashed it at the nords feet, wrapping around him and tripping him to the ground. He struggled at the chains, and ripped most of his nails open by scratching at the metal links.
Jarathe leaped down beside him, and raised his spear, thrusting it down, and ending the nords excuse of a life.The crowd cheered. They bounded out of their seats, and clapped, screaming for him. Jarathe, standing in the middle lowered his spear, toward his waist. He looked around, not one viewer sat. They had grown to love him already. And once again, Jarathe liked it......
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Post by Maliku on Oct 17, 2006 20:54:35 GMT -5
And I liked the update. Keep up the good work.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 18, 2006 14:03:29 GMT -5
thanks. glad you guys like it!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 18, 2006 17:52:20 GMT -5
"Congratulations pitdog. This is a very special moment in your life. You have stepped into the dome of death, and emerged victorious, one step closer to becoming, the ultimate prize, the grand champion!!! Now, head down to the blood works and speak with edilgo, and receive your pays worth. You've earned it."
Jarathe submerged once more into the bloody depths of the arena, except now it was to the sound of clapping and thunders applause. A light smirk crossed Jarathes lips.
He passed the same clumps of people, the same ones that laughed at his position in the arena. Now, they nodded with respect. Soon, they would kneel. He had already come to like the arena, and almost...... the people in it. He could not forget his main sight, he could not let these foolish games betray his priority. Death, to the imperial people, and their ways. But the most precious reward, would be the emperor. The emperor in which conquered more and more of black marsh, and made his race suffer even more then he did..... he wouldn't allow it. Of course, this was only a review, not something new.
The blood from his shoulder wound seeped down into his raiment, making his dark red skin almost have a liquefied look. Again, Jarathe passed the healers fountain. He bent down, starred into the pool. The liquid inside now wondered into a cross between water, healers potion, and blood. Blood was good, so Jarathe bent down, getting a handful of the fluid, and splashing it on his sweaty face. He also took concealed gulps of it, trying to look nonchalant. He was rejuvenated by the metallic taste of blood, and let it crawl down his throat, refreshing his sore body. Soon, it was his whole body that felt this, and Jarathe felt as if he had never fought in the arena today.
Jarathe lingered through the stone doors, in which he had only passed through more then a day ago. The feeling of great arcane power lurking in the dark corners of the room once again alerted Jarathes instincts. Someone kept close watch.
"Jarathe, Jarathe my hero, you have done it!!! you have one your first match!! oh, I'm so proud of you!!!"
The dark elf edilgo attempted to wrap his arms around Jarathe.
"Get off you queerish fool! leave me with my reward, and then to myself and exit these chambers...."
"Yes my love!!"
And with that, the dark elf dropped a rather plump sack on a wooden table, and ran out into the armory.Jarathe was once again consumed by the flow of magicka and great wisdom. Someone was behind him, and Jarathe turned, curious and ready for what he was about to witness......
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 19, 2006 4:15:10 GMT -5
Great story, like the cliffhanger, I hope you post the next bit soon!!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 19, 2006 14:36:14 GMT -5
Yay!! thanks for the comment dude....
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Post by Maliku on Oct 19, 2006 15:03:36 GMT -5
I thought I commented on this... Oh, well I agree with Death. I love the cliffhangers, and I'll be waiting for more.
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