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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 28, 2006 6:24:52 GMT -5
Hidden Beneath the bloodworks is a large dark room. Large Cages and chains line its stone walls, as many odd shaped blades lay on an old table in the center of the room.
This room is long forgotten by most, and unknown to those that dwell above it. Once used to punish the slaves that fought in the Arena in ancient times, it is now used to punish those that have crossed the bad side of the Arena Master Naurotu.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 29, 2006 0:41:34 GMT -5
Naurotu walks into the cold dark room that has been hidden for ages from the savages above. Larn lies in the middle of the floor, surrounded by two of the Arena Guards, and a large Orc named Goran. Naurotu gives the guards a nod, as they drag the Breton into one of the cages. The chain his arms to the sides of his new cell and step out, closing the gate behind them. The cage door locks with a click.
Naurotu looks at the still Unconcious Breton. He has many bruises and swelling spots along his body. The guards had stripped him of most of his attire, and Goran no doubt had some fun punishing this one with his brutish ways. Only one other was in the room with the group. Another prisoner resided in a cage on the opposite wall. The once strong looking argonian was either asleep or dead. Naurotu didn't really care at this point. His buisness was with Larn.. who seemed to be coming too. The Arena Master crosses his arms as Larn begins to open his eyes...
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Post by dogonda on Oct 29, 2006 1:05:11 GMT -5
Larn awakes every muscle, and bone in his body screaming in pain. He tries to writhe but is shakeled. Spitting, blood oozes from his mouth, his jaw broken. Glaring, he sees the arena master and his brutish Orc inforcer. Straring at the foul green beast, Larn screams a high pitched keen of fury, his eyes burning, the only source of light in the room. Writhing, the dark feeling inside him contorts, stabbing his mine once again. "The beast taunts you Larn, Eat his flesh, tear him from limb to limb," It croons, whispering in his ear. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!"Larn screams, the Argonian across the way stirring from its rest and regarding him wearily. Slowly Larns eyes turn to the green beast, his pupils dilating. Slowly, Larn gives into the dark power, his body trembling with its power.
The bone and cuts knit together qiuckly, not even leaving a scar. His muscles bulge, adding to his emense physical conditioning. His mouth and nose widen, becomming a snout with fangs. His feet bend backword at the joint, and extend, giving him a extra foot in his heigh. Fur sprouts all over his body, and claws grow where his fingernails once were. The werewolf roars loudly, spittle flying everywhere as it furiously tries to throw off its shackels. The chains creek, as they protest in the amount of muscle put into the pull. The werewolves eyes, pulse more then ever, trying to get free to tear the Orc limb from limb.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 29, 2006 1:49:14 GMT -5
Naurotu watches the interesting display of man into beast. Goran steps back from the cage as it shakes wildly. " A Werewolf! its just like... The other."
Naurotu throws Goran a glance of warning and returns his attention the savage animal before him. The Arena Guards back away towards the door. "Shall...Shall we kill it m'lord?"
Naurotu stares in thought... "Hmmm... No. Wait till he changes back and return him to his ranks."
Goran gives Naurotu an unapproving look as the Guards speak up to their Master. "But... Ar..Are you sure thats best s..ssir?"
Naurotu turns, his cape flowing behind him as he walks towards the exit. He steps out the door and heads down the hall for the stairs, his voice echo's through the dungeon. "Just do it!.. And don't ever question one of my orders again."
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Post by dogonda on Oct 29, 2006 1:56:59 GMT -5
8 hours later, Larn stops, and everything lessens, as he becomes a man again. Staring dully, his msucles untense, the orc still watching him. Slowly, the grating falls, creaking. The chains rattle to the floor, as Larn's barefeet rest on the blood stickied floor. Walking in the nude, Larn finds a heavy raignment, and straps it on making his way for the yellow red room. "TARNON!!!!" Larn yells, his face in a rage. "I WISH A REMATCH!"
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