Post by BloodMoonWolf on Oct 3, 2006 19:47:30 GMT -5
Ok I suppose I'll start. The story now. Its going to be hard tho to start so If the beginning sucks just remember Its going to get better as the difficulty of the battles increases. So here I go.
As I slept in the streets of the waterfront I dreamed of a better life. Truth be told it could never happen but I could dream couldn't I? I was once a comfortable Imperial named Logair Phillius. But unlucky circumstances brought me to this state of living. I knew I had to do something I was running out of money and almost out of food. I couldn't get a job to save my ass and begging got me no where. What could I do? As I drifted off into sleap I was startled awake by a flutter paper in the wind. I grabbed it and squinted my eyes to read it in the darkness.
It was an arena poster. It must have detached from a wall. As I read the poster I learned that the were in need of more combatants for their arena. "The pay was good if you can survive". I read aloud. I've heard of the arena befor but couldn't bring myself to join. Mostly out of cowardice. But now what was left for me to live for? I considered it and finally made up my mind I would join tomorrow. I didn't care if I died and if I won I could buy food and decent clothes.
The next day I walked to the arena headquarters to sign up. An elf told me to go down stairs and talk to a man named Owyn. So I walked down to the bloodworks and after a few minutes of looking in amazement at everything I finally found Owyn. He was a rather muscular redguard and had a bad attitude. I talked to him and with much sarcasim he finally gave me the title of pitdog. He then asked me if I wanted a light or heavy Raiment. I chose a light Raiment because I wanted to be able to move around in combat. He then noticed I didn't carry a weapon. After much laughing at my expense he finally offered me an iron short sword that I could use untill I could buy my own weapon. I gladly took the sword and asked him when my first match was. He told me I had a match scheduled tomorrow and that I could sleep in one of the bed rolls untill then. I took him up on his offer. After all I hadn't had a good nights sleep in any form of bed for many years.
Ok what do you guys think? Be brutal I'd rather hear harsh truthes than comfortable lies.
As I slept in the streets of the waterfront I dreamed of a better life. Truth be told it could never happen but I could dream couldn't I? I was once a comfortable Imperial named Logair Phillius. But unlucky circumstances brought me to this state of living. I knew I had to do something I was running out of money and almost out of food. I couldn't get a job to save my ass and begging got me no where. What could I do? As I drifted off into sleap I was startled awake by a flutter paper in the wind. I grabbed it and squinted my eyes to read it in the darkness.
It was an arena poster. It must have detached from a wall. As I read the poster I learned that the were in need of more combatants for their arena. "The pay was good if you can survive". I read aloud. I've heard of the arena befor but couldn't bring myself to join. Mostly out of cowardice. But now what was left for me to live for? I considered it and finally made up my mind I would join tomorrow. I didn't care if I died and if I won I could buy food and decent clothes.
The next day I walked to the arena headquarters to sign up. An elf told me to go down stairs and talk to a man named Owyn. So I walked down to the bloodworks and after a few minutes of looking in amazement at everything I finally found Owyn. He was a rather muscular redguard and had a bad attitude. I talked to him and with much sarcasim he finally gave me the title of pitdog. He then asked me if I wanted a light or heavy Raiment. I chose a light Raiment because I wanted to be able to move around in combat. He then noticed I didn't carry a weapon. After much laughing at my expense he finally offered me an iron short sword that I could use untill I could buy my own weapon. I gladly took the sword and asked him when my first match was. He told me I had a match scheduled tomorrow and that I could sleep in one of the bed rolls untill then. I took him up on his offer. After all I hadn't had a good nights sleep in any form of bed for many years.
Ok what do you guys think? Be brutal I'd rather hear harsh truthes than comfortable lies.