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 Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 4:58 pm
The battle will be fought in the typical coliseum arena. The coliseum has the layout of a large football field made of brown stone and sand. The stands are filled with rowdy and barbaric fans that are screaming and cheering for the two warriors about to do battle. On the perimeter of the large fighting area is rather large wall. Along the wall you will find a large variety of weapons such as battle axes, swords, and crossbows. The battle will be fought until one competitor can no longer compete or gives up.
((Remember that in this role-play we will be peasants with no skill, spells, or equipment. You will post first and I will come in after you. Don't forget, to add a fair amount of description, make minimal mistakes, and to keep the post flowing. IF you do an amazing job, I won't even have to reply and you'll be given the position. Good luck.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 5:08 pm
Dallen walked into the Coliseum. Almost immediately all five of his sense where bombarded, the taste of dust in the air, the coppery smell of sweat, the blinding light, the feel of warm air, and above all else the sound of the crowd cheering. Dallen looked back and coulden't figure out how this could happen to him. All he had wanted was food. He had been so hungry the day he had stolen from market. He hadn't expected to be captured and forced out here to fight. Seeing no way around it Dallen stumbled over to the wall and grabbed a crossbow.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 5:38 pm
What a marvelous day to kill or be killed...I wonder who will be the person I face today? As thoughts crossed Dragos mind he began walking towards the large brownstone structure known as The Coliseum. He was about a quarter of a mile away but could still hear the echoing screams made by the rowdy crowd inside. Dragos wore ripped light brown pants made from dear skin, as well as a think bear fur belt. He wasn't wearing a shirt or anything of the sort so his bare upper body was exposed. On his torso he has many battle scars and muscles on top of muscles. His wore large brown leather boots that made small dust clouds kick up with each step he took on the dirt road leading up to the structure.
As he walked through the entrance he seen the millions of people sitting in the stands, impatiently waiting for the fight to begin. He looked to his left to see a wide iron shield and short iron dagger hanging on the wall. He grabbed both items, holding the shield in his left hand and the dagger in his right. When he was all geared up, Dragos looked behind him and seen his opponent standing in the center of the arena. As he walked over to him, the gate to the entrance swiftly shut down. Dragos smiled as he looked at his foe, "So I take that you will be one who faces me today? Good luck newcomer, and try not to disappoint the people."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:03 pm
Dallen frowned. His competition looked experienced, this was bad. Dallen was not a fighter, had never been, he was picked on and beaten when he was a child. Dallen had grabbed the crossbow in an attempt to stay out of close combat. He was a carpenter not a fighter. Dallen's fight or flight response kicked in and the whole Colosseum came alive the colors looked more vibrant, the cheers so much clearer, and Dallen's heart beat like a raging fire. There was no way to way to run so the only possible response was fight. Dallen knocked his first arrow and aimed for the kill.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:23 pm
The look in his opponent's eyes screamed fear. This should be easy money. When one's eyes screamed of fear, the only thing on there mind would be survival and not the need to conquer. Dragos smiled as he quickly raised his shield to block the arrow. It was a good shot, the arrow penetrated the shield, piercing halfway through. Dragos dropped the now useless shield and ran towards his prey. He ran holding his dagger facing downward. He cocked his arm back as he got close and prepared to stab the man before him.
((Remember to continue to add description. Even in post where the is limited or moving action you should be descriptive. You must make the reader feel like he or she is actually there.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:35 pm
Dallen broke out in a cold sweat fumbling another arrow into his crossbow. It isn't supposed to happen like this! Dallen thought, falling backwards & kicking a cloud of dust up. Seeing his enemy advance on him like some wild beast, Dallen shot quickly at Dragos. It wasn't even a good shot fired in haste and the desperation of not wanting to be gutted like a helpless fish. "PLEASE DIE!" he shouted almost maniacly with a wild gleam in his eyes.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 7:19 pm
((Okay, you did a good job as far as posting, god-modding restrictions, and ideas. We're going to end this scene now. I have one last thing that I need you to do and you need to do an AMAZING job. Your next post must show fluency, description and it MUST be long. If you can create a long post that keeps the readers interested I will grant you the light empire.
In this RP you will reenact the scene in which we found out the Mystic Sword of Eden was stolen and everyone blames Faia, the Fire Lord. You will play the part of the Light Lord. All of the lords (except Jinsoku) have gathered at the Church of Eden. You can write about what you were doing before, after, or during the meeting but you must stay true what actually happened ( like major events such as her escape with Jinsoku the Dark Lord) That means if you're not sure you must find out. You can read the profile of the High Priest in the Church of Eden to get a grasp of what happened.
Here's a posting checklist that cover what we will be looking for:
Is his post long enough?
Is his post interesting?
Do he kick major arse?
Did he make major grammar/spelling mistakes?
Did it flow?
Do we like his style?
This is the last part of you test so take your time and try to "wow" us.
Good Luck!
^_^ ))
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 12:14 am
"Let's go," Dallen said coldly. A lot had happened since that fateful day at the coliseum, and he was not the same weak, sniveling man he had been three years ago. Now he was the Lord of the Light, and he had been called to the church for an important meeting between the Six Lords and the High Priests.
Dallen briskly walked down the ornate hall, his cloak flowing, until he came upon a grand emerald gate of enormous proportions. He was closely followed by his two personal guards Anadrael a female angel wielding a sword, and a male angel known as Nadrael who was skilled in the ways of alchemy.
"I am Dallen, Lord of the Light. I have been called to have a personal audience with the High Priest, His Holiness, Lord Gansaku Nyoodau! Open the gates so that I might speak with him!" Dallen cried at the gate.
"How do we have proof that you are who you say?!" a loud voice echoed down the grand hall.
"Are my words not proof enough for you?" Dallen asked back with a clear tone, pressing but not overbearing or pushy.
There was a long pause, and the voice eventually resounded, "Welcome child," it said.
The wide gates swung open revealing a sparkling chandelier, a bright red rug, rows of guards, and seven figures standing before him. A woman in a scarlet red dress with a gigantic bone scythe strapped to her back, a white haired boy with red eyes, ((two others I can't describe)) and a stunning young woman in an elegant blue dress standing next to a white haired old man in shining white robes. Dallen made a note that the Lord of the Dark Fuzen was not present in the shining room.
"Now that we have all been gathered together we have urgent matters to dicuss. The Sword of Eden has been stolen" the High Priest said in a stately tone. Shocked expressions spread through the room like some kind of infectious disease. Then the entire room erupted into chaos. Arguments broke out over the entire room and even the guards where speaking to each other with raised voices.
"SILENCE!" the High Priest shouted, "We have to puzzle out who, or what has stolen the Sword of Eden. Until the culprit has been captured we must stay here,"
Many hours passed and though the High Priest stayed in control, the meeting was still extremely chaotic. Eventually, though, the group came to a verdict.
"It has been decided that the Fire Lord Faia-Nenshou, due to her quicksilver temper and considerable lust for power that she will be taken into custody for questioning. Arrest her," The High Priest ordered.
"WHAT?! You can't do this to me!" Faia shouted.
Seeing that she was resisting the holy guards rushed towards her thrusting their pikes at her. Her scythe lit ablaze and though she fought admirably, yet she was not able to take on the entire force of the most elite fighting unit that the High Priest at his disposal. She was quickly forced back into a corner by the combined might of the four lords and the High Priest's Holy Guards. Faia was able to slay multiple members of the Holy Guard in the short skirmish but was eventually disarmed by a spiraling blast of wind. Dallen conjured a point of light in his right palm which morphed into a brilliant glowing bow & arrow that illuminated all the shadows in the room& aimed it at Faia's heart. Just as he was about to fire a small fleck of darkness flew across Dallen's vision. Then another, and another, until it seemed as if he was in the middle of a black blizzard. Dallen then saw a vaguely humanoid shape grab Faia but he could not make it out through the darkness, and it finally enveloped everything and Dallen could see no more. He quickly conjured a Light Spell that banished the darkness and when he could see he saw a hole in the wall guarded by a battalion of black-clad solders. She had escaped, & he had failed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 11:13 am
Congradulations! You have passed the test! You are now the Lord of the Light Empire. Send me a Private Message and I will explain everything you need to do.
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