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Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 23, 2006 15:51:09 GMT -5
*Jerek enters the room* Any of you wastrels wanna fight me in a match? Those slaves aren't what I've been looking forward to in this arena. So, if you wanna fight find me in the Yellow Red Room.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 23, 2006 16:01:44 GMT -5
*Jerek enters the room* Any of you wastrels wanna fight me in a match? Those slaves aren't what I've been looking forward to in this arena. So, if you wanna fight find me in the Yellow Red Room. OOC: you do realize your scheduled to fight in the pitdog tournament right?
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 23, 2006 16:02:49 GMT -5
OOc: I hadn't looked. I'll go check now. Thanks
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Post by dogonda on Oct 23, 2006 16:57:29 GMT -5
Larn stumbles back to the bloodworks, the crowd jeering as he walks. A tomatoe hits his shoulder, stinging his pride more than anything. Making his way to the bloodworks, he stares into the reflection in the water, slapping at it angirly, causing it to overflow and pour out of the fountain. The dark feeling inside him stirs, as he fights desperatly to contain it. Walking deep into the blood works, he closes his eyes and concentrates on the feeling, bearing down on it heavily. Slowly it falls into resignation, however his power to stop it slowly weakens, causing him to scream in agony. Convusling on the ground, he empties his stomach, vomit streaming out of his mouth. Standing shakily, he sits down, trying to calm himself.
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 23, 2006 17:02:21 GMT -5
Gordon stalked over and looked suspiciously about. He spotted Larn but kept his distance. "You alright?" He asked.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 23, 2006 17:05:06 GMT -5
"...Fine..." Larn spits out through bared teeth, trying to turn his head away quickly. Gordon notices something very odd. Larns teeth had become fangs...
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 23, 2006 17:07:07 GMT -5
"Werewolf?" Gordon randomly guessed. "Special Vampire?"
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 24, 2006 20:59:40 GMT -5
Gordon walked a little sullenly into the Red room and drank a health potion.
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 26, 2006 17:45:08 GMT -5
Gordon had no matches coming up so he walked back to Bruma County. He needed more money anyway.
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Post by me on Oct 27, 2006 21:46:19 GMT -5
OGRE you make it of should I?
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 27, 2006 21:47:00 GMT -5
I don't care You make it.
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Post by grrman on Oct 31, 2006 18:36:56 GMT -5
With the loud crank of iron hinges who hadn't seen oil in years, the door to the Bloodworks was thrown open, and closed in a similarly inelegant manner. A tall, dark man strode rather vehemently into the Red Room, subconsciously edgy at all the training gladiatos observing him. Shaking off his hackles, he approached the apparent leader of this grim chamber's affairs. Quite promptly and without warning, GrrMan approached the man, looming over him in an intimidating manner. "I have reason to join."
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Post by dogonda on Oct 31, 2006 18:38:28 GMT -5
Hackles? Also you have to make a character in the arena rules section.
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Post by grrman on Oct 31, 2006 18:53:13 GMT -5
"Ah, pardon me," apologizes the tall man. He quickly leaves. On the way out, however, he tosses a dictionary to the team leader.
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 31, 2006 22:34:49 GMT -5
Gordon polished his new Steel shield, that he had bought just recently, and looked on.
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