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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 9, 2006 18:09:30 GMT -5
This is where we fight
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 9, 2006 18:12:38 GMT -5
Ooc: I'll start us off
I walk out into arena. People are screaming my name and cheering me on. The sun is high up in the sky, shining down on me and my opponent. I take off my cloak and throw it into the stands. Fans begin to grab at it. I draw my swords and clear my mind of all but one objective- Defeating my opponent.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 9, 2006 18:21:05 GMT -5
J'Narhi steps through the gates into the arena grounds. The cool evening air blows through his fur. His fellow combatants love for the arena was not shared with him. He was a slave, and forced to fight for his master. He was caught as a murderer and sentenced to death. but his...Master, it would seem... Knows the right people in Cyrodiil. He was skilled with a blade but did not want this life.
He adjusts the straps on his raiment, and draws his rusty iron short sword. His shield wasn't much better than his sword, with gaping holes, and dents covering its entire surface.
He takes a deep breath and reluctantly prepares himself, for the battle to come.
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 9, 2006 18:25:12 GMT -5
A seven foot tall Redguard walked into the Arena and walked up the stairs to his private balcony. This was his first arena fight he had ever watched. He was excited because this was the first fight he had ever deen that he wasn't fighting himself.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 9, 2006 18:26:10 GMT -5
Larn makes his way over to the redguard and offers him a drink from his flask.
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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 9, 2006 18:30:54 GMT -5
To matches in a day, I am one lucky legionairre- Alendol thinks to himself-This one just might be interesting.
He makes his way to a higher section of the arena, silently hoping the Kahjiht would be victourious. Underdogs, heh, can't help but love 'em.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 9, 2006 18:32:32 GMT -5
Getting no response from the redguard, I move to the upper section. "Hello, want a drink?" I offer to the legionaire.
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 9, 2006 18:35:53 GMT -5
Vulgan snored slightly and feel out of his chair. He got up and sat back down.
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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 9, 2006 18:37:14 GMT -5
I silently decline.
"Forgive, I am feeling a bit sick at the moment, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on the recent matches."
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Post by dogonda on Oct 9, 2006 18:39:35 GMT -5
"I am saddened by my teams recent loss and the loss of my friend. However this match will be a good one, the Kahjit has a reason to win, but Jerek has more battle experience. My first match, that was a good one, did you see it.." I say, suddenly shutting up, realizing that I'm overcomming my silent side.
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 9, 2006 18:41:47 GMT -5
The Redguard looked at Larn and replied "Gordon? He'll probably be back."
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Post by dogonda on Oct 9, 2006 18:43:37 GMT -5
Snapping back to his friends name I ask "When?"
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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 9, 2006 18:45:31 GMT -5
"Enough with the silent act. Yes I did see some of your match, impressive, I suppose. But you see, those who fein an aura of mystery often have very little to be mysterious about. They just end up complicating simple matters, wich should have been cleared up ages ago. I- excuse me for being rude, I am just upset about the nature of the legion, and of Cyrodill in general.
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 9, 2006 18:45:55 GMT -5
"I don't know." He replied back. He turned and began to wait impaitiently for the match to start.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 9, 2006 18:46:36 GMT -5
I snort, laughing "Your legion is nothing, thats why Im here. Morrowind was much more powerful."
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