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 Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:06 pm
THE SCORPION
Fighting arena In the heat of Starless Sea, proudly stands “The Scorpion” fighting arena. Owned by a famous, ex-gladiator - mistress Vierlin, known as The Black Arm to some.
“The Scorpion” is a home to many gamblers, brawlers, slave traders, those of more intimate interests and secretly - a group of organised criminals. Providing the finest entertainment for those of dark minds for many years and running.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 5:49 am
FEATURES  “The Scorpion” consists of three floors plus the lower level.
- First floor
The main part of “The Scorpion” establishment. Includes the battle pit, betting booth and a bar.
- Second Floor
The exclusive part of “The Scorpion”. Includes viewer balconies, V.I.P. rooms.
- Third Floor
Staff quarters.
- Lower level
Gladiator, slave and creature cells. Armour & weapon storage.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 5:50 am
MEMBERS  Staff
Owner - Mistress Vierlin played by DB Imp
Patron & accountant - Gelyl played by Mr Lapus
Gladiator - Les'dorl played by Chandranath Faolan
Open vacancies
Gladiators
Beastmaster
Hunters
Ringmaster
Medic
Master at arms
Jailkeeper
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 6:38 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 6:39 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 6:06 am
Les'dorl sat in the lower level in his cell. He watched as some of the guards walked around outside. He laid down and closed his eyes. He began to think of how to kill to kill his enemies. He was awakened by the sound of the guards pushing an animal in a cage through the hall outside. Les'dorl laid back down.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 5:13 am
The day was going to its end. The busiest time for “The Scorpion” as everyone ended their daily duties and just wanted to relax and have a little fun before getting ready for another day. The main floor was filled with people. Quite a lot of them weren’t even drow. Some duergar, some humans, even a few svirfneblin mingled among the crowds. The people of Starless Sea weren’t known to be as xenophobic as the other drow city folk in UnderGaia. Sure it wasn’t a road carpeted with roses, but at least you weren’t killed on site just for not having drow blood running through your veins.
Soon, people started gathering around the battle pit as the ringmaster stepped into the centre.
“Ladies and gentlemen! We thank you for joining us here at “The Scorpion”. Tonight, we have a surprise for you. A new gladiator has joined our lovely group, and we’d love you to meet him!”
The crowd laughed and some even applauded. The ringmaster had a Cheshire like smile on his face and waved his hands about happily.
“I’m glad to see your enthusiasm, ladies and gentlemen. And I’m sure, that so do our gladiators. Before we start, I would like to remind you that the betting booth is in the west wing and the bar is north on the first floor. We will begin in twenty minutes. See you then!”
The ringmaster took a bow, waving to everyone with his hat before stepping out of the ring.
Meanwhile in the lower levels of “The Scorpion”, the guards were making sure the gladiators and beasts were ready for tonight’s show. One of them walked over to Les’dorl’s cell with a grin on his face.
“Show time.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 2:00 pm
Les'dorl stood from his bed, and stared blankly at the guard. He stood and walked to the cell door. The guard opened the door and Les'dorl walked out. The guard led him down the hallway, some of the other gladiators were yelling at him, "Hope you don't die!" "Good luck newbie!" "You're dead hahaha!" Les'dorl paid them no attention, he was set on the fight that he was getting ready to go into.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:43 am
The guard escorting Les’dorl stopped for a moment when four of his comrades, carrying shackles with them, approached. Once close enough, the guards put the shackles around the gladiator’s ankles and wrists.
“Nothing personal, pal. But you know, safety precautions. The Black Arm demands it. We’ll get them off right before the show.” The original guard spoke, then motioned the others to move. Now five guards surrounding Les’dorl.
The further they went, the louder was the noise from the main floor. Some of the people chanted some popular gladiators’ names. Others sang drinking songs. You could even hear a brawl going on somewhere.
The guards stopped in front of a large metal door. The guard that let Les’dorl out of his cell removed the shackles off the gladiator. Then pointed to one of the walls in front of them that had weapons hanging on it. Spears, Gladius, nets, maces, axes... All of the standard weapons you’d give to an arena fighter. Then someone shut a gate behind the gladiator’s back.
“Show starts in a few minutes. Good luck.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 1:34 pm
Gelyl lounged on his couch in the owner's seating, occasionally beckoning one of the younger and more attractive slaves to raise a glass of wine to his lips, while another stood by with a piece of silk to dab away any stray droplets which might otherwise fall and stain the expensive cloth he wore. A slave half-elven boy, younger still, sat on his lap and the obese, bald drow absent-minded stroked the boy's hair.
"Vierlin, my dear," he lisped, "when will this entertainment you have promised me start? I do so long to see this new prospect you have picked out. The way you described him is so..." a purple tongue flickered over his lips, longingly, "...enticing. I do hope you will have him sent to me if he is not such a promising gladiator as you described."
He leaned back, letting out a sigh as the couch creaked against his weight. A gesture brought another sip of wine, as he continued to stroke the boy's soft, golden hair.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 5:05 pm
((I just tried to imagen that scene with Gelyl. *Shivers*))
Les'dorl looked at the wall of weapons. He grabbed two long curved blades. He placed them on his back and grabbed a spear. He practiced spinning the spear around and lunging it strongly. He Looked around and saw the gate to the arena. Les'dorl stood and listened to the chants of the crowd. He shook with excitement, he was ready to kill anything that entered that arena with him.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 4:06 pm
“The Scorpion’s” owner, was sitting on the left of the obese drow that was her business partner, puffing her pipe that was filled with expensive herbs from the above world. Her supplier called it 'opium'. No matter the name, Vierlin was addicted to the stuff, it always made her feel so much better, happier. Not to mention it made her less aggressive.
“Soon, Gelyl. The ringmaster should be announcing the start right about now.” Vierlin drew in some more of the opium’s smoke in, then slowly blew it out, giggling happily while watching it change shape. “Do save your excitement for the show itself. My descriptions don’t always match your tastes.” She spoke in a mellow voice.
With that said, a rather short man ran back into the arena, waving his arms about to get the crowd’s attention.
“Now ladies and gentlemen, it’s the time you’ve been waiting for! Come and see, for the first time ever – Les’dorl! “
The ringmaster ran off after the announcement, and the crowd cheered when they saw the gates opening. Finally, the real fun was about to begin.
Vierlin grinned and leaned closer to the balcony’s railing. She loved watching fights, realising that it wasn’t her in the pits now.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:42 am
Les'dorl walked out of the gates and stopped not far from the center. He hit the bottom of his spear on the ground and yelled, "Come on! Hurry up and get out here so I can kill you!" Les'dorl had a large grin on his face. His burning eyes showed his blood lust. He spun his spear into a throwing position and walked toward the the other gate. He was ready to kill whatever came out.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 2:53 pm
The Howler was angry. It had been kept here. Caught somewhere in the underground, locked in a box. Poked. Prodded. Not fed properly. Muzzled to stop it howling and driving its handlers to madness. Its quills quivered constantly, porcupine-like.
Overall the creature looked like nothing more than a crossbreed between a vicious, twisted greyhound and a porcupine. Appearances were deceiving however, as the beast was far more intelligent than other animals of it's ilk. Despite it's anger at captivity it had worked out from the sounds and talk around it that this was an arena, and it had been captured for sport.
The muzzle was released by a rope tugged from above, and suddenly before the howler was light rather than the wood of it's crate. As much as is possible with a mouth full of nothing but vicious, rending teeth, the creature grinned and bounded forwards, letting out a howl. There was some little man in front of it, obviously it's opponent. If it could not have freedom then it would have his death. He was smaller, and its quills were sharp and ready, its teeth ready to tear flesh.
The creature paused some distance away and howled once more, using the time to consider a crude plan. It would dash at the little man, try to bite and stab with the quills, and move away. After a few injuries it could use it's greater size to overwhelm the wounded man, and crunch through the humanoid's skull. With this in mind, it braced, and surged forwards for the first assault.
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