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Post by Inquisitor Loki on Oct 8, 2006 11:33:02 GMT -5
I noticed that the sign up board was getting clogged so blue team this is your red room.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 13:29:15 GMT -5
Larn walks back into his teams red room, washing his face in the fountain, feeling its magicka wash over and resotre him. He sits down slowly and drinks from his flask.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 8, 2006 13:33:16 GMT -5
Mathis enters the room, he looks at Larn, returning from a fresh battle. "Congratulations on your win Pitdog. Seems luck is with you after all. I'm surprised you could find someone to fight that actually had less skill than you." The old man smiles, showing off his decaying teeth again, before returning to his work.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 13:47:01 GMT -5
Glaring at the old man, Larn shakes his head disgusted and walks towards him. "Whats your problem old man?" Larn questions.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 8, 2006 13:53:41 GMT -5
Mathis just grins, for it is his way, and leaves for the yellow teams red room.
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 8, 2006 14:32:58 GMT -5
Gordon walked into the red room and looked about.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 11, 2006 17:00:31 GMT -5
I trot back into the red room, eager after my seacond win.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 11, 2006 17:05:36 GMT -5
Krans yells LAUGH WHILE YOU CAN BLOOD DRINKER!!!
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 17:05:40 GMT -5
Mathis walks past Larn, seeing him enter the red room. Undefeated still Pitdog? Enjoy your winning streak while you can. Most of these combatants at your rank, or more like babies than dogs. They just smell like them.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 11, 2006 17:08:49 GMT -5
Larn scowels and sits down, sweat dripping from his forhead.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 11, 2006 17:14:33 GMT -5
Suddenly, an odd figure bursts through the door. Your sight of him is clouded, as the afternoon sun creeps through, and dust embarks in the air. Walking in, you notice the figure wears a blue rainment, and a black void hood. His face features are untellable, as his face and body are totally black. He walks slowy, keeping his head forward to a nearby bench, and sets a green bag down. A fine iron shortsword rests on his side, and he sits down, knocking the dirt off the filthy bench. Mysterious....
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 11, 2006 17:18:11 GMT -5
a fine steel bow and arrows are strapped to his back. He wiats eagerly for his first match.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 17:19:23 GMT -5
Mathis looks at the newcomer. "Welcome Pitdog... you hide your face for a reason, most would call that Mysterious, but in your case cowardly sounds more appropriate. You can't hide your skills for long though Pitdog. Once you step out the gates, all will know what is concealed within. Looks can't slaughter a fly."
Mathis dips his rag in the bowl beside him. Soaking up the murky water he goes back to cleaning the walls.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 11, 2006 17:22:31 GMT -5
The figure hacks uo a dark spit, and hurls it at the cleaned spot on the wall, with dead accuracy.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 17:24:04 GMT -5
Mathis grumbles something under his breath and continues cleaning.
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