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 Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:36 pm
*Observes everything and everything calmly and silently*
Don't waste strength with your talking. Think forward to the upcoming matches stare
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:49 pm
I head towards the cell door, and out towards the arena, keeping my thoughts to myself. I lean over to the nearest slave and comment "While ah dun like havin ta be a slave, ah must say ah feel much more comfortable with an axe in mah grip"
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:52 pm
Indeed, a bow in my hands reminds me of the my home."I reply, chuckling at the dwarf's words.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 7:06 pm
Gorgrim grinned a bit as the party walked out of the cell, in which when they all left the cell, he slammed it shut. Grumbling to himself, he took his Trident and butted the last person out of the cell with it, not enough to hurt but to make them start walking down the hallway.
As the party walks down the hallways like they've done before, they pass the torture rooms, rooms where the walls, on a literal point, are coated and dripping with blood. Various torture devices are strewn about in the various rooms, blocked off from entrance by metal bars and a lone door on each. Inside the various rooms, An Elf was tied to the table while the torturer was using a scalpel to cut into his chest, the elf screaming in agony as parts of his skin were removed. In another room, a gagged human was squirming about as the torturer carried him over to an Iron Maiden, placing him in and slamming it shut, staring with hidious glee as blood trickled out the sides. In another one, a dwarven man was silent as he was bound to the table, thousands of needles sticking out of his body as the torturer was heating up what looked to be a branding poker. As the party past the final room, the front half of them were splattered with blood as in the last room, an Orc that was attempting to break out was cut in half with a massive Greataxe.
Further down the hallway, the screams and agonizing torture lead into what looked to be stables. Lined along the walls were various Vasharan, armed and watching over the many slaves crowded in there. Mostly everyone was armored and in the corner, Slaves were sparring in a makeshift arena, ranted on by many vasharans. Some large double doors were directly in front of the party, which the party remembers to be the entrance to the arena. Gorgrim cackled as he sent the party in the room and shouted out.
"Well, you lot better 'ave fun, I got a lot 'o gold on ye, so if ye want a less painful trip back, I suggest ye win. Now go suit up and see the ones by the gates like usual. I got me a hunger ta match the dragons! Har har!"
With that laugh he left behind, kicking a few incoming slaves and crushing one after tripping on top of one.
(Syl, your in this room, sparring in the corner, do as you will)
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 7:18 pm
"Oh I will you pathetic waste of skin" I mutter under my breath so as not for him to hear me, unsheathing my longsword and checking my armor to make sure it's not comprimised. "We'll see how much h can laugh when my blade is sticking out of his chest" I mutter to myself.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 7:31 pm
"Aye, ah'll have fun imagnin it's his flesh mah axe bites into." I walk to the armor rack and grab the best quality chain shirt I can find in my size, and throw it on, then walk over to the Weapon rack and grab the Dwarven Waraxe I'm so used to. It shows few signs of use since I last grabbed it, but as it is not a particularly normal weapon for most folks, it is still in better condition than most of the swords.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 7:32 pm
"Weak..." Melfel mutters to himself, looking as his his hand, at the swirling purple energy swirling around it. "I am weak, yet this place harbors no future for me to grow any stronger...." The dank walls of the arena.... How long had he been here? How many had he killed so far? It was pointless to ask. It didn't matter to him anymore. The thrill of fighting to the death was gone from him, as no one here posed much fo a chalange. From the corner of his eye, he saw the fat ofe who held himself so highly here. His annoying voice echoed through the arena like a high pitch squeal. "I wonder..." Melfel asked himself, ceasing the swirl of foul energy from his hands. "When I'll be able to blast that one...." But that one was not his main concern. It was the new comers, the fresh meat. THEY might be a little more fun than the rest of these half dead maggots.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 7:55 pm
I glance around the arena looking for anyone we were apperently suposed to kill, noticing the spellcaster staring at us. I simply chuckle as I stare at him, strapping the longsword to my side and walking a few paces away from the weapon rack that I got it from. I look at Griff smiling and nod towards the spellcaster.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 7:58 pm
I nod and look towards him "Don' get too ahead of yerself there, lad. We're not meant ta jus slaughter anyone we desire. They'll lead us inta the main arena, an tell us who we're fightin'. After all, they couldn't make bets if they let us attack whoever we wanted."I walk over to the shields and pick up a nice heavy steel one
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 8:05 pm
"I didn't mean kill him" I say raising my eyebrow. "I was more hinting on your opinion of the man"
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 8:08 pm
"In that case, ah think he might be a spellcaster of some type, though ah've never seen one quite like 'im. But, by Morradin's beard, ah suspect weh'll find out what he's got goin' on"
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 8:16 pm
Kern grins "Who cares, the more of us there are, the better our chances." he equips himself slowlyas he mutter "Another day, another battle."
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:06 am
I walk back over to the group wearing a studded leather armor and two weapons in hand. " But another battle means more death at our hands. How many have we killed so far in just a few months of captivity and how many will we kill before we leave this hell hole."
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:43 am
"Well, if ah have mah way, there will be a few more deaths by mah axe." I look in the direction of the door the obese Vasharan went through. I walk over to the warlock, giving a slight bow. "Hail to ye. Ah'm Griff, son of Grimmi. Wha' might yer name be, lad?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:48 am
OCC- My actions will be in cyan from now okay.
I follow Griff over to the Warlock and wait for him to give his name before I give mine.
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