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Post by OGRenderence on May 19, 2008 18:15:23 GMT -5
Gordon wishes to engage in a non-lethal fight with Lampus. The lack of action has made Gordon tense, and there's nothing like a good friendly fight to warm the blood and liven the spirits.
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Post by Dagothkitty on May 21, 2008 15:08:16 GMT -5
Lampus runs the whetstone down his blade, which extended beyond his reach. Sparks fly from the steel, disappearing onto the hard stone floor of the Blue team arena bloodworks. He was a pitdog, but the rank didn't mean he was an unskilled fighter - it just meant he did not have the chance to prove himself.
He was thinking, thinking of his fiefdom off the coast of Vvardenfell, the Island in Northern Morrowind, near Dagon Fell. He thought of his homeland, his master, Tel Fyr, and most importantly, he thought about his future, here at the arena.
The wise, such as Lampus, could not guess who would make it to the top. But it was Lampus' goal to get to the top - to fulfill a promise and a dream, and bring glory and renown to his associates.
He was in this thinking, when Odin, the Arena Bloodworks Master, approached him with a sour look on his face. Lampus did not acknowledge anything the man said, or did. He knew the man did not like elves, even the high elves.
He also knew the man was ignorant and succumbed to the common prejudice here in Cyrodiil. It did not matter to Lampus.
"Here, Altmer. A message. Feel free to get it yourself next time, cause' I won't."
He threw the scroll at his feet and spun on his heels, walking off to yell at some pitdog that had sliced the chain from a dummy which now lay in a heap on the cold hard stone floor.
Lampus smirked, and tore the seal the scroll open. He knew what it was. He figured, being a high elf and all, that it would not be soon until someone challenged him. The parchment was tattered, and the ink was still fresh and moist.
It read
Arena Pitdog,
You have been challenged by Gordon Wolfcaller to a non-lethal fight to the arena.
Report the the Bloodworks master as soon as your ready.
Arkay Give you Strength."
"Non-lethal? Pity."
He crumpled the paper, adjusted the claymore sheath to his back, and walked off to find Odin.
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