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Post by dogonda on Nov 1, 2006 7:15:30 GMT -5
OOC:Grrman, im the reason mathus isnt a jerk right now! XD
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Post by OGRenderence on Feb 19, 2007 13:56:22 GMT -5
Oi! It's dusty in here. Somebody needs to clean this crap.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Feb 19, 2007 20:19:11 GMT -5
Please don't spam here. Please and thank you.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Feb 19, 2007 20:21:05 GMT -5
It doesn't matter. It still is spam. Please don't reply to this.
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Post by OGRenderence on Feb 19, 2007 20:22:28 GMT -5
Cleaned it up for ya. *Replies anyway* I want the Arena back.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Feb 20, 2007 17:05:40 GMT -5
Uh, Dagoth maybe you should delete the spam? You have MOD powers right?
Just to make sure this post doesn't spam.
Jerek walked into the dark room and looked around. Blood was no longer in the air and the screams from injured combatants weren't heard. The cheering of the crowd had dissappeared as well. It seemed as though the Arena had died like those that had fought for their lives inside its very walls. Jerek missed the fights. He missed the adrenaline rush as he swung at his opponent, trying to carve them into bloody chunks of meat.
He walked over to a chair and sat down. Pulling his flask from his pouch, Jerek drank and remembered the good old days of the Arena.
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Post by OGRenderence on Feb 20, 2007 18:47:10 GMT -5
"Hello Jerek. Been awhile hasn't it?" Said Gordon.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Feb 20, 2007 19:13:48 GMT -5
"Aye, it has, Gordon," replied Jerek. He held out the flask for Gordon.
"I wonder where that old bonebag Mathus ran off too," said Jerek with a sigh. "Maybe he got eaten by mountain lions."
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Post by OGRenderence on Feb 20, 2007 19:39:36 GMT -5
Gordon accepted the flask and took a swig before handing it back. "No such luck. I still smell old man stink."
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Feb 21, 2007 15:52:46 GMT -5
"The little bugga must be hiding somewhere then," said Jerek with a hearty laugh. He took his flask back and set in the table beside him. "Tis a shame that this place has been forgotten."
Jerek built up the energy in his right hand and pointed, palm outwards, at a practice target. Focusing his magicka, he fired a bright ball of ice at the target's head, causing it to explode in a shower of icy wooden splinters.
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Post by OGRenderence on Feb 21, 2007 17:37:02 GMT -5
Gordon watched for a short while before dozing off.
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Feb 27, 2007 8:43:58 GMT -5
I will chop off someone's head!
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Post by me on Mar 8, 2007 22:48:29 GMT -5
Phoenix stormed into the room, "I need a drink," he shouted.
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Post by DEATH97 on Mar 9, 2007 9:27:59 GMT -5
Mathis walks into the red room mop bucket in hand. His injuries have healed but his pride is still wounded. He sets the bucket down next to the wall, and holds a dirty rag in his hand. He takes a moment to view his surroundings. The dark molded walls, clear evidence of him slacking in his work of late. Mathis can still hear the thunderous roar of the Arena crowd cheering for their favorite combatants, but he quickly shakes the memories from his head.
A Shame the Arena has not been given its lust for combat... Its want for blood. Mathis dwells in his thoughts, dipping the rag in water that is just as filthy before wiping down the red room walls. A sly grin crosses his face, as he says allowed. "Soon... "
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Post by me on Mar 9, 2007 10:21:04 GMT -5
Phoenix saw that Mathis was indeed back. Should I? Heck with it I will He thought before reaching out and levitating the bucket just out of Mathis's reach.
"I've missed you old man. Guess we didn't know how good this place could be without you!"
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