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Post by elgatocello on Jul 11, 2011 17:51:50 GMT -4
The guard holds up what looks to be a crudely fashioned bill in one hand and a tarnished long sword in the other and gives Uric a look of mild annoyance.
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Post by Veritas on Jul 11, 2011 17:58:49 GMT -4
"Balls, you fool. Balls. You want men to fight and die in your arena, you ought to give them weapons to get the job done." Uric's annoyance is obvious, at the way those weapons were poorly maintained. Any artisan would see the tarnish over the longblade, or the poor craftsmanship placed into the bill, and wince in anguish. Before making a decision, Uric looks to Brunno. "Your choice then, good man, of weapons. I'm skilled in whatever needs using. Stone endures, as will we."
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Post by irishmagician on Jul 11, 2011 19:00:41 GMT -4
Niall looks on understandingly towards the dwarf at his frustration.
"Aye, 'tis a shame to engage in combat with such inferior tools. It appears we must rely on one's own strength more than anything else in these times"
He turns to the guards offering weapons, spreading his calloused hands wide.
"The strength of Camulos will carry me through this battle, I will not affront him by using your 'weapons.'"
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 11, 2011 20:40:41 GMT -4
Brunno looks to Uric.
"Take the longsword. I'll take the polearm."
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Post by Veritas on Jul 11, 2011 21:33:19 GMT -4
Uric looks to the longsword, and he reaches out for the tarnished, mal-treated blade, lifting it into his thick, burly hands. "Aye, I reckon so, Brunno. We'll stand side-by-side, and you keep them at bay, and I'll handle any who get close. Are you a man of faith, my friend?"
Next, Uric lets his head twist towards Niall. "Aye, and a sad shape they've let their steel grow into. With a hot fire and a hammer I could make both these weapons shine, at the least, though I am no weaponsmith by trade. And if you'll take no weapon, I respect your valour and strength. As for myself, a blade, no matter how poor, will be handy enough. An inferior tool in the hands of a craftsman may yet make art. Or war." Uric nods, pondering for a moment the next list of words said as he searches his memory for mention of the god Camulos, though nothing comes to mind. Perhaps, he'll have to learn more of this fellow later.
His blue eyes seek out one of the guards. "Have we enough time to pray, before you send us to the slaughter?"
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Post by comicsans12pt on Jul 11, 2011 21:49:21 GMT -4
Not wanting to disturb the prayers of the men, Sibet quietly steps up and whispers, "Sword, please."
What passes for a sword is handed to her and she moves it from left to right to get the feel of it. No one would accuse her of being a master at swordplay but she has used one on occasion and hopes that she can do enough to keep both her and Falon alive. She pauses for a moment remembering the clear cut woods and and the horrid traps laid out. This is not the way i want to remember them. Very slowly her rage at the injustice begins to boil up from her spine and bowels. Her faces flushes and her jaw tightens.
It is enough, she thinks. I am ready.
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 12, 2011 0:55:42 GMT -4
". . .Are you a man of faith, my friend?"
Brunno nods. "I did, long ago, find myself occasionally called to the service of M'lady. Now, down here, there is nothing to do but pray."
"Have we enough time to pray, before you send us to the slaughter?"
The guard nods as he passes out the last of the weapons. "If you are all finished, Brunno, you and..." the guard checks his sheet "...Drunk in Public are up first. Then Team Two and finally Team One. May the gods guide you to victory."
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Post by Veritas on Jul 12, 2011 1:20:48 GMT -4
"Then let us take a moment to pray once more," says Uric, quietly, as he looks down to the tarnished blade in his hand.
"Torag, first of the hearth, bring us your armour about us and ward us from the woes of battle. May his brother Angradd give us skill, and his sons Kols, Grundinnar, and Trudd give us conviction, loyalty and strength. And if we should fall, may Dranngvit guide our friends' hands in vengeance.
"I am ready. Let us begin."
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Post by Juniper on Jul 12, 2011 8:12:13 GMT -4
While Jessamine waits for the sword she relishes the feel of magic moving in her mind by murmuring and brushing her hands over her clothes and face, the dust and mess dropping away until she shines white as snow again.
Jessamine accepts the sword given her without murmur. It is not a good weapon; that is evident from the first moment she takes the unbalanced sword into her hand, but it is straight and has a blade and therefore will do. She is uncomfortable with the idea of taking life for no purpose beyond prolonging her own, but to her inner dismay she finds it is a thing she would rather regret later than make some stand now. Niall is tall and confident beside her and she has no fear of this partnership.
True to self, though, she says nothing, just runs through a quick sword-dance to correct her balance for the strange weight, then flashes Niall a smile and holds out her wrist to the guard.
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Post by joviality on Jul 12, 2011 17:28:31 GMT -4
Falon accepts the longsword that is given to her and feels its weight.
Unwieldy, but razor sharp.
It had been a decades since she had last used a sword, but she still remembered how. Glancing over to Sibet, she is pleased to see that the woman is capable with her weapon.
Looks like "Streetwalking" knew how to take care of herself. We might have a chance after all.
Falon smiles slightly. When she woke up today (if it was even still today) she didn't expect to be fighting in a pit for her life. But perhaps there was room for escape out there, or at least soon. And she was nothing if not good at making things not as they seemed.
Seeing the gates of the coliseum rising, she quickly casts a spell to hopefully protect her from most of the attacks of other combatants... and resolves herself for the battle ahead.
(Falon casts Mage Armor just before her battle begins - it will last one hour.)
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 12, 2011 21:54:49 GMT -4
The guards shackle each of you to your partner and lead you through to your staging area.
You can hear the crowd booing and cheering on the poor men out there fighting for their lives. Looking through the slats in the gate separating you from the battle site, you can vaguely see the remains being cleared out of the arena as workers comb the sands of the Colosseum to prepare for the next battle.
The gates open as the audience cheers and an announcer calls out, "...And from Gate Three, we have an audience favorite, Brunno, paired with a newcomer!"
Brunno looks to Uric. "Don't worry, buddy. Stick with me, we'll be back downstairs in no time."
As you pass through the threshold onto the sand, you feel slightly tingly. Your aches and pains have disappeared.
Uric, roll initiative.
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Post by Veritas on Jul 12, 2011 23:58:11 GMT -4
"Together, then. We'll face whatever they have for us together."
[dice=20]+1[rand=4595070195363043589955760520254284447038909209308457380787421587]
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 13, 2011 8:01:57 GMT -4
"Ladieeeeeeees and Gentlemaaaaaaan! Welcome to the Royal Colosseum! We have another wonderful little match for you today! Continuing on our theme today, we have another 2 on 2 on 2 match!" Trumpets blare in a ceremonial fashion. "On the North side, we have the team from Compound One! On the East side, we have the team from Compound Two! On the West Side, we have the team from Compound Three! Wish them all the best of luck!" A gong sounds and you notice that the group to the east seems to be struggling in their attempt to move. Brunno turns to you and says, "It looks like the two to the North are completely wet behind the ears. Let's go for them first." 1 Brunno Uric2 3 4 Attachments:
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Post by Veritas on Jul 13, 2011 19:14:52 GMT -4
"Very well, Brunno. Let's move in that direction."
Uric and Brunno move together, advancing 20 feet to the north and east (aka, 3 squares).
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 14, 2011 11:39:03 GMT -4
"Hmm...It seems like both teams are licking their chops as they run for the team from Compound One! Oooh boy, this is getting exciting!" Brunno turns to Uric with a devilish grin. "How are Dwarves at charging?" 1 Brunno Uric2 3 4 Attachments:
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