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Post by Nalray on May 17, 2009 21:44:45 GMT -5
"Vary Well." The elders voice was quite, and he looked down at Reno again. "If you can do what I say, and do as I instruct you to do it, then you have my blessing, if not... Well you only would have jest wasted my time and yours." He reached behind him, and pull out two small dishes and a bottle full of wine. Setting a dish in front of Reno he pored the dark red liquid into it before filling his own. "A small drink before beginning. Now, can I know what you did to be sent to this place full of death or do I have to lead you threw this blind?"
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Post by raiu on May 17, 2009 22:10:06 GMT -5
Reno gritted his teeth when the elder asked him why he was sent here. He bit his lip before answering the elder. 'I was a God blast it fool. As drunk with false visions of glory and fame that I was I couldnt even notice how damnable it was untill it was over. I tried to use alacamy to create life. Please dont look at me like the sinner that I am. Hate and forgiveness are two different things to me and although I may have forgiven myself I hate myself still.' After that Reno looked down and stared at his reflection in the wine. He never could change himself, deep down he was still that fool. 'Volmark Zosa. Thats my real name. Ive been trying to avoid myself there. I wanted to change myself into a different person. Im still that fool thatcame here...' He gritted his teeth again. At least he admited his sins, all he could realy hope for was that the elder was kind....no was fair in his judgement.
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Post by Nalray on May 17, 2009 22:26:51 GMT -5
The elder jaw tighten slightly, before relaxing. "That's not surprising, but this will be difficult for both of us then.... Now." The elder moved quickly, fast enough that Reno would have had a hard time getting out of the way even if he was prepared to evade. The elder tore off the automail arms, throwing them to the side of the room with one hand, before picking up his dish and taking a long drink. "To get threw this, you must do it while suffering threw without that kind of assistance. They will be repaired and reached to you after we're done... Now, drink your wine, it will be the last luxury you have tell the end of the festival."
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Post by raiu on May 18, 2009 6:57:08 GMT -5
Reno's eyes barely had time to open before the elder and torn his automail arms cleanly out of their sockets and tossed them away. He gritted his teeth and was about to swear at the elder before he realised that it was for his own good. He hated it and he would just have to bear it untill the festavial was over. When the elder told him to drink he took the small plate that was infront of him into his teeth and angeled his head so the wine would flow down into his mouth. It would be almost comical if it was in a different situation. After the flow of wine stopped Reno set the plate down and looked at the elder like a soldger looking at their leader for orders.
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Post by Nalray on May 18, 2009 16:40:14 GMT -5
The elder nodded in approval, faces emotionless, but on the inside he was pleased. Still, Reno had a love way to go, and each day simple tasts for him would get harder and harder tell the last day of the festival. "Now Volmark..." The elders voice was deep and seemed to be coming from a higher plane of existence. "You will rest for tonight, as your trial starts as soon as the sun brakes over the edge of the sand. Tell then, you will go about your time like any other day. Do nothing different even without your arms to help you, and do not ask for assistance in anything you do. An hour before dawn I will meet you out by the Oasis and show you your tasks to be completed each day." The elders voice resonated in the room, for a few moments, before all sound cut out suddenly, and the door open.
A dark cloaked person, with a set of swords strapped to his back and a hood over his face, walked into the room and kneeled on one knee in front of the elder. The elder looked at them for a moment, before a low sirius a growls, sounding a bit like speech, came from him. The man spoke in the same tongue, and the elder look troubled. He turned back to Reno though. "You must go now... And Abra won't be acumping you for awhile now. I suggest to go back to your home and quickly as possible." The elder gave him and looked at said if he didn't, he would know worse pain then he has ever felt, before going back to speaking with the man in the growl like speech.
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Post by raiu on May 18, 2009 17:19:39 GMT -5
'Understold Elder.' Reno got up, rather akwardly but not to much, and bowed to the elder. He looked at the strange man before exiting the house and heading to his home. He looked at it before figureing out a way to get there. He backed up a little before makeing a running jump at a barrel that was placed under his house and used it like a steping stone to get up. He fell short a little before he spun his foot so it cought the barrer and swung himself up. He sighed after he got up, and moved his plants to where they would get some sun. He then sat on the floor and tried to get a few hours of sleep. He would need it. Some distant part of him woundered where Abra was before he fell asleep. He would wake up easily before he had to go to the Oasis.
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Post by Nalray on May 18, 2009 17:39:07 GMT -5
Abra cursed herself silently, struggling against the blinds that kept her pinned to the floor. She had saw the she witch Dama there, heading for the arena, and followed her so she knew where they would be for sure. With her luck though, she was grabbed from behind, and a hood was throw over her face. She had been led somewhere underground now, but had no idea where. She was trying to stay calm, but Dama's dungeon kept coming to mind and she was having trouble keeping her breath even. 'Where are you Reno?' She found herself wondering, though she had a feeling he didn't even know she was in trouble.
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Post by raiu on May 18, 2009 19:24:40 GMT -5
Dama smiled to herself crulely as she saw the bound and gaged Abra. This was almost perfect, if Reno was here it realy would be perfect. She then walked over to Abra and yanked the hood from her head. "My my my. Look who we have here. Welcome to your new home for the rest of your life." She grabbed Abra's chin and forced her eyes to meet her's. "Your live will be hell now you little beast. The winner will have their way with you, no matter what you say." After that she let go of Abra and walked out of Abra's cell, but not before slapping the parath across the face. She would be offered up to the winner of the gladiator fights to the death that the arena was known for. She had brought Zeain and two parath giants, one young and blood thirsty, and one that would teach Zeain how to use a weapon. Their lession should be about mid way done by now. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The old parath took the meaning of hard ass to a new meaning. He had spent the last hour trying to teach Zeain how to use a sword. Or rather hammering it into him. The boy was, in his opionin, hopeless. He swung his sword again trying to hammer the virute of blocking. Mircualisy the boy accualy blocked it but akwardly and losely and he could easily disarm the boy now.
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Post by Nalray on May 18, 2009 19:53:09 GMT -5
Abra growled, baring her teeth at Dama, forgetting her fear of being underground for the moment. A sharp hiss came from between her teeth as the woman slapped her before leaving, forcing her to have to think about what she said. Being offured as a reward for the winner... Was even worse the what she had been considering. She urrted a low curse, before examining the cell she was in. It was small, but that hardly mattered with her chained up the way she was, but some god must still care, as they didn't take her clothes, meaning there was little chance they couldn't have gotten all of her daggers. She get her hand around one in her sleeve, and started to pick the lock with the blade, or uses it to brake it open, which ever came first. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zeain flinched away from the slash, getting the sword up barley in time from getting his skull bashed in. His eyes where wide with fear, as they had been since Dama made this parath start 'teaching' him basic sword play. He was learning fast, but not fast enough for his teachers taste. The brusted on his skin were a testament to that. He wounded how this guy would react to a sudden flood of water. With this building being underground, it was easy for him to feel the water normally to deep for him to get to. Sure he would destroy a poshin of the floor if he pulled it up, but he would be able to wash his guy away.
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Post by raiu on May 18, 2009 21:14:07 GMT -5
The parath that was "teaching" Zeain spat in discust and stuck his sword in the ground. "Hopeless. Im never going to be able to get you ready for the games at this rate. I cant believe Dama favors you so much.' At that moment the parath grabbed his sword and swung it, ending right at Zeain's neck. "The slaves in that contest are going to be trying to kill you, and at the rate your going you will. I know your an elemental so use your gift, but not floods. That will kill the crowd's excitement and most likely you after Dama is through with you." He removed the sword from Zeain's throat and moved a few steps back. The parath had the air of someone who knew how to deal with elementals in many a battle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The locks on the chains did come off eventualy but the cell door was a different matter. Dama had enfused enough magic for it to wistand a stampede of elephants without a dent. Abra wasnt going anywhere and Reno didnt know where the hell she was. He almost didnt care, it was almost like the elder had placed a spell on him.
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Post by Nalray on May 18, 2009 22:18:30 GMT -5
Zeain looked at the parath with a fearful expression, before it looked as if something snapped in his mind. The sword dropped from his hands, clattering to the ground at his feet and Zeain's face became emotionless. "No flood, but I can use my gift? Vary well then." His voice was monotone and dead sounding, but a glow as coming from his hands as he raised them up into the air. Droplets of water started to form and hover mid air, awhile more gathered by his feet in a pool. This wasn't a flood though, but the water would jest be replacing the blade. The droplets of water in the air, became sharp needles that could price steel as well as flesh once set at a target, and the water around his feet moved up his body and two his hands, forming blades. Without a second hesitation, he dashed at the parath, shooting him with the needles, while slashing with the two water blades he had formed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Abra cursed and slumped against the bar's of the cell defeated. What could she do now besides.... Kill herself. Her took the dagger in her hand and stared at it. Surely, dieing would be more honorable then being used by the winner of a death contest. She clenched her teeth, and brought the blade to her neck, feeling the cold steel. Her hand wouldn't stop shaking though and she had to bring the dagger back down to her lap... She would have to find some other way to do it.
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Post by raiu on May 19, 2009 6:55:23 GMT -5
The old parath looked like he was completely bored untill Zeain launched his attack. The parath jumped out of the way and rolled to Zeain's dropped sword before picking it up and blocking his strikes. After that he grabbed one of Zeain's arms and threw him away before placeing the sword down and nodding. "Yes. Yes. YES! Thats just whats going to not just keep you alive, its going to make sure the crowd loves you. The lesson is over for now. Rest and be ready for the arena. Dismissed." At that signal a parath giant approached and took Zeain back to his cell, the one that had Abra in it. What ever stupid parath put her there it didnt matter. He opened the door and shoved Zeain in before closeing and locking it.
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Post by Nalray on May 19, 2009 7:12:20 GMT -5
Abra moved away from the door of the cell before Zeain was sent in. His eyes didn't met her's and he jest walked to the corner of the cell before sitting down and falling asleep. Since he did question her existence at all, and didn't protest to being up in a cell like a normal free person would, it wasn't hard to guess he was a slave. He didn't seem all the human though, but she wasn't in the mood to care about weather of not he was a friend. How much longer tell the end of the fights? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Raven replaed another attack with his blade, and the crowd yelled in response. Some cheered, the lucky ones that put all they had on a new guy to the arena, and the others called for his dead that said he would have been dead in thardy seconds. The beast/man he was fighting had a long history in the arena, but he found their attacks far too slow and sluggish, without decent power behind them too for there sped. "You done boring me yet?" He asked, before his sword moved in a flash, opening their side. A howl of pain echoed threw the arena as the beast/man went down.
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Post by raiu on May 19, 2009 20:37:43 GMT -5
Dama was seated next to the Don, the owner and arranger of the fights. The Don was an man who had seen many years out in the desert and had payed for it. He was confined to a wheelchair and his voice was hoarse and sounded like he was sick. "Miss Dama. I hope that you have brought something abit more entertaining than this rabble. The crowd is only looking to be ammused." "I did Don, dont worry. If he isnt able to beat this fighter he will at least be able to entertain the crowd enough to live. Also I have something for the winner of the arena, as well as the freedom that was promised to them. Their own slave. She is a bit rebelious but they can do what ever they want to her." The Don nodded and looked at the arena. The parath that Raven was fighting was on the ground and the crowd was calling for his death. Don then wheeled himself to the front and raised his hand with the thumb extended. The gave the signal and the Parath was given the killing blow. The crowd was now begging for more and the next opponents were brought out. The battles were more like a tournment with a set amount battles each day. The guards brought out Zeain and an other parath. The bets were in the parath's favor after the crowd saw how weak Zeain looked. The Don even looked at Dama like she was jokeing but she told him to watch.
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Post by Nalray on May 19, 2009 22:41:23 GMT -5
Zeain looked at the crowed with wide eyes in disbelief. The fight hadn't even started, and the crowd was already calling for his death. His hands clutched the sword so hard his knuckles turned white, but his hands kept shaking. 'Oh gods, what ever god exists up there don’t let me die today... Not here in front of these people.' He pleaded in his mind silently, as he looked up at the ceiling. There was only dirt above his head, and any god watching over him was enjoying his suffering so had let it continue since he was young. They wouldn't be helping him now, unless it was to prolong his suffering.
The sound of a gong signaling the start of the fight, pulled him back to reality, and he brought up the sword jest in time to bloke a downward slash of his opponent’s sword. A maniacal grin came over the wolf like face, and Zeain noted that their teeth were stained red from blood. An old memory came back from a fight he had seen in a work yard, a wolf faced parath (like the one he was fighting now) had lost it when a guard turned a whip on them and without any other weapon they used their teeth and claws. What left they memory impeded in his brain was the fact the parath had began eating the man while they where still alive. The idea of being eaten seemed to be enough for him end the fight now, water began to collect in the air, but he didn't let it form jest yet. Dama wanted him to make a show out of this. The parath pressed down on him with the full weight of their body, forcing Zeain to one of his knees to keep the sword from cutting him part-ways in two. The parath, trying to knock him off balance jest enough to finish the job, kicked him in his side, only to find that water came up a wrapped around his foot like a snake. Surprise showed clearly on his face, and he pulled back, getting himself lose from the water. Water needles from the air formed, and began pelting him. Thin rivers of blood started down his body, but a look of determination came on his face, at the same time the crowd grew silent, confused as to how the parath could be bleeding as the much smaller slave boy hadn't even struck with his sword. Thin blades of water now extended from both of Zeain's arms, and his eyes regarded the parath coldly, before charging at him. The parath blocked one water blade with his sword, but the other ripped open his arm. Zeain pulled back, the parath dropped the sword, holding his wounded arm with his hand as it hung limply at his side. Before they could grasp another weapon, the water blades grew long and thin into whips, and Zeain lashed out again and again, tell the parath was half dead on the ground begging for mercy. Letting go of his hold on the water it fell to the floor, as his eyes went looking for Dama, searching for approval. (((Long Post... How this Works for You.)))
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