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Post by BlackRose on Jun 30, 2009 23:21:14 GMT -5
Yggdrasil smiled "its no problem...young one? he said confused slightly "i couldn't just leave you there. i also have some broth here. why don't you have some before you sleep. food will help you regain some of your strength. " as he helped the elf with his water skin. this was nuts he almost expected someone to come in too but that was crazy Baurus already brought the stuff he needed.
"you will be alright don't worry about it." he spoke softly. he felt tiered himself but, he would sleep later after this elf was asleep. he needed to take care of somethings first.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 1, 2009 0:24:31 GMT -5
Modeus took a few gulps then relaxed and whiped his mouth with his wrist and sighed. “You have my thanks.” he nodded. Then looked at him and nodded. “I…” he paused what he couldn’t just come out and say he wasn’t eating lately, sounded strange and he had been, sort of… “I’ve just not had a large apatite lately..” he stated that seemed simple enough? He looked at him. ‘I shouldn’t stay here…I mean…I…” he looked down and gripped the blanket under him as he was now sitting up. What was wrong? He couldn’t get his words out, though he wasn’t crying he felt like he wanted to though knew he wouldn’t, but that sensation, his head pounding in his skull, distracted his thoughts and mixed his words up, he didn’t know if anything he meant to say got out right or not, he looked down almost limply a moment and closed his eyes trying to clear his mind, but felt bad if he seemed rudely.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Jul 1, 2009 9:44:40 GMT -5
The Feed Bag isn`t fancy but it fills you up, many people say. Raven ignored the glances few of the men gave her. She was in a mood for a show, a brawl perhaps. It would not be easy with so many people looking her way, besides they where around her in the neighboring table. The large Nord fellow was gulping down his drink, belching and laughing loudly with his buddies. On the other table was an orc complaining about the price of his food. Raven was not good spells other than destruction but she could use telekinisis. Raven closed her eyes, moving her hand slightly to the side, lifting two beer bottles and a glass cup. Using the telekinisis she threw them right at the Orc`s back. The orc rose from his seat angrily. "EY! watch where you throw the bottles you stupid nord! I had a bad day already!" He shouted. The Nord glared angrily at him, taking another gulp. "Hardheaded orc..I didnt throw nothing atcha!". He said.
"What did you call me!?" The Orc shouted, pulling out a large claymore.
"YOU ARE HARDHEADED, do I have to repeat myself again?". The nord said, his friends spat some beer and started to laugh. The Orc kicked the table and spilled beer and mead all over the nords sitting in the table. The Nord male stood up and punched the Orc in the face, his drink falling over a dunmer nearby, the dunmer got mad because his new gold trimmed shoes he worked so hard to buy where wet. The dunmer knew his shoes where runied anyways so he kicked the Nord in the face, before she knew it the whole Feed Bag was fighting eachother. Raven sat in a corner, watching the battle unfold. Until the guards showed up. "STOP..LAWBREAKERS!". "What happened here!?"
The Felas shook a little. "They ruined my diner!". Called out Felas. The dunmer with the ruined shoe started to stomp out. "They ruined my shoes!. Idiots". The dunmer said. The Orc twisted his wrist, rubbing it. "You are worried about your sissy boots? that Nord bastard threw bottles at my back!".
The guards was already angry. "ENOUGH, you are all going to jail for proper questioning. I dont want any arguing or noises throughout the trip!. Guards, take em away." He said. The guard with the silver armor stared at Raven for a few minutes. Raven knew it was time to go, she got up and walked off until the guard touched her shoulders!. She turned around slowly, angrily, mad at the fact this human pest touchd her. "Im afraid you are going in for questioning also, I have not seen you around here. Your coming with us". The guard said. Raven gritted her teeth..now she did not know what to do. Go to jail or resist arrest.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 1, 2009 10:35:20 GMT -5
Baal had left the arena and got his armor fixed along with his blades sharpened, odd he didn’t see Modeus around. Not that it bothered him mind you, Modeus normally always hung out nearby him, at least in the same city, always expecting Baal to help him out of tight spots! Bah! Baal was more into fighting, cleaving things in half becoming stronger then someone else, he only searched for a purpose his was to be the strongest, some said he douse it to protect Modeus, no, in fact Modeus is one of the few people he is bent on fighting someday, maybe even to the death, but that time was nowhere near, for Modeus to be worth fighting, he would have to pick his blade up and use that fighting spirit he once had, again.
Baal was still staring off into space as the blacksmith handed his weapons back to him, Bal grunted looking at them closely then nodded and paid the man his gold. That was easily done, he’d win a few battles in the arena then have enough for get his armor and weapons fixed or sharpened then have enough left for a room at the Inn. Was easy way to do things but simple enough. He fixed his blade back on his back and left the store and headed down another alleyway, back toward the arena district. But his eyes still scanned the area for his brother, did he care? Was strange he wasn’t sure he just wondered a little was all. As he headed back to the arena blood works,
[OOC: im sorry crappy postage x.x]
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Post by Immortal Swine on Jul 1, 2009 11:26:59 GMT -5
Raven frowned a bit, thinking. She did not say a word but lunged at the guard, pushing him away with great force and jumping out the window, shattering the glass. The guard stumbled to get up. "Then pay with your blood!" He shouted angrily. Raven hissed and ran away, running past the people and citiziens. "ESCAPE!! FUGITIVE!!" The angered guard shouted. "WE HAVE A RESISTANT!". He shouted, immedietly the guards all grabbed their weapons and armor, shields and swords. Raven ran as fast as possible, pushing the people out of her way, shoving them into the ground. She needed a place to go, a place to distract them. She ran into the nearby ally, just to come face to face with a trio of guards, having their bows and arrows ready. They fired at her, three arrows flying towards her. She took cover by the side but two arrows pierced her back. She growled in pain and frustration! she had to loose these guys. She reached for her back, pulling the arrows out. She tossed them to the ground and continued running. Raven would leave the city but Draken was still inside. There was only one place to go where she could use the glory of battle to her advantage..the ARENA.
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Meanwhile, Draken walked inside of the arena, sack of gold in his hands. He walked to the small spectator, a male Bosmer named Hundolin. "Ah! yes yes, welcome to the arena. Would you like to place a bet on anyone?". He asked.
Draken smiled. "I would like to bet on the blue team fighter for the next round. Here is two thousand imperial septims". he said, handing him the sack of gold. The Bosmer eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. "I do hope luck is on your side today friend." He said. Draken winked. "I am certain is it, I can just feel it. Do excuse me, I need to go get a drink before I watch the battle". he said, walking back towards the exit gate. The Bosmer nodded and opened the chest, placing the gold inside. Draken took the opportunity to walk past him and sneak into the Bloodworks. He walked inside, seeing the warriors and gladiators train. Surpisingly a yellow team female was there. She looked at Draken and frowned. "Hmff!" The Nord woman said. Draken smiled at her. "Keep mumbling to yourself dear, just remember if you and cross paths, your whispers shall be only those of death". He said to her, staring at her, waiting for a respone. The Nord woman said nothing and kept smacking the large bag with her fists. Draken saw Agronak-Gro Malog also training. Draken stood there, staring at him. This cannot be..Agronak is not normal, not at all. Draken knew a vampire when he saw one but he also knew an orc when he saw one. Agronak is pale, yet he does not suffer minor changes of vampirism. This fellow is half vampire, a hybrid!. Draken, in years, was finally awe struck. Half Orc, half vampire. This is something rarely seen in years, he was born to be both, opposite to Draken being born a full blown vampire. Draken wanted to greet him but he wanted to fight in the arena before another warrior went up there and fought, making him loose the bet. Draken planned to bet on himself, if he won, they he could walk away with his gold, twice as much. If he lost, then he died and wouldnt not have to pay for loosing the bet.
Draken walked to Owyn, a Redguard, who was reading a note, then puffed, crumpling it up and tossing the paper aside. "What the hell are you doing in my bloodworks? You got about three seconds to answer!". Owyn shouted.
"I want to fight in the arena for the blue team, just this one time. I assure you, I am handy with the blade and I can defeat almost anyone." He said.
Owyn laughed loudly, it echoed throughout the room.
"You think you just can walk up to my arena and fight? you look like you came from a fancy party, your not up for this action!". Owyn said.
"On the contrary,, I CAN fight and I WILL win. Dont underestimate me". he said
"How many years of training have you had? how long you fought?" Owyn asked.
"Long enough". Draken whispered.
"Hmmm, I think I can add ya just for one match, entertain the crowds haha. Nothing is better to see a idiot who thinks he got something to prove, getting their arms lopped off. Haha"
Draken smiled and grabbed the light raiment. "You have no idea..". He said, grinning, preparing for a fight.
Owyn smiled. 'I know just the combatant that will fight you!".
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 1, 2009 11:50:21 GMT -5
Baal headed threw the Yellow teams blood works area, seemed a little more fancy perhaps? But Baal just ignored it fancy training equipment was nothing compared to real training. Often this made him think of changing teams to see what the other offered, but at the moment he didn’t care, walking over to a training dummy a Imperial was training on he growled lowly and whipped out his blades and spun them around his front and sliced the man made of straw in half. “hum.” he grunted and looked at his blade, the blacksmith did a well done job.
Soon enough he gave the word then headed out toward the arena, to kill whatever poor fool popped out of there next.
[IM SORRY crappy posts DX]
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Post by Immortal Swine on Jul 1, 2009 12:53:48 GMT -5
Draken placed on his gauntlets and grieves but the blue armor did not suit him. "Do these raiments come in black?". He asked. Owyn nodded. "Picky one, arent you?Well there are NONE. Its not called the blue team for nothing..you wear a blue raiment! light or heavy". he said. Draken shook his head and ignored him. Tossing the helmet aside and grabbing the shield, Draken ran to the arena`s main gate. He could not see his opponent but he could see the people cheering wildly and fanatically. The announcer started speaking and heavy footsteps behind Draken started to increase. Draken turned around to see more combatants on the blue team. All wearing different gear except for the armor. "Whatcha lookin at kid?" The Nord said, reveling his black teeth, spitting on the floor black and yellow spit. One of the younger pit dog with spiky hair, a imperial adolescent was urinating, he was frightened to death. Draken turned around in disgust and said nothing. The Announcer continued.
"GOOD PEOPLE OF THE IMPERIAL CITY!! today we have a new batch of fresh meat mixed with some old dogs! in each team!. We shall see who will emerge from the blood and bruised of combat victorious and who shall fall in shame to their deaths haha!. Ladies and Gentlemen, for the blue team I give you the barbarian horde! and the yellow team I give to you ravenous butchers!, all of them ferocious mercnearies and bloodthirsty warriors from brute nations such as Argonia and Elsweyr bent on merciless destruction!. Let the battle begin!" The announcer shouted with all his might.
Draken pulled out his katana and held his shield firmly. he smiled revealing his fangs as he prepared for the glory and bloodshed of the arena!
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 1, 2009 13:09:43 GMT -5
“I could take them all by myself. “ Baal growled, a Argonian standing next to him shouted then readied himself, seemed more like a wild animal most. Baal sighed and pulled his two blades from his back, one in each hand he crossed them in front of him like a ‘X’ and readied himself. “try not to get in out way.” a Orc spat at Baal who ignored them then spoke. “I was about to say the same.” he stated with little or no feeling. “BAH I just want to shed some blood!” the Orc growled. ‘open the gates already!” he stomped the Argonian also shouted. “Annoying fools..” Baal shook his head and readied his large blades.
Finely the gates Opened up. Baal smirked he had no desire to die first he let the others run past, if any died right away, that would mean there was a archer on the other team. When none seemed to fall quickly Baal finely entered but at a rather relaxed pace, he wasn’t one to blindly rush in and start swinging, or least not blindly. His blades relaxed by his sides and then as a person approached him he shot forward like a arrow and readied his blades!
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Post by Immortal Swine on Jul 1, 2009 14:27:46 GMT -5
The gates opened and everyone rushed to face their enemy team!. Draken swung his katana and slid his finger on the tip of it, feeling the sharp edge. Draken rushed out into the battle with his shield infront of him, the arrows came his way as expected. Draken twisted his shield in a circular motion. The Nord rushed past him with his large hammer waving in the air, making a heavy WOOSH each time he swung it. Draken saw the Khajiit with the bow, shooting at him. Draken ran with his shield, blocking one of the arrow. When the Khajiit reached for another one, Draken dropped his shield and rushed to him. With the lightarmor, it was harder for him to do his flips and twirls in the air. Instead, he twirled his body around while running, getting air and speed, he cut the khajiit before he could get his arrow ready. The crowd cheered and screamed. There was about a dozen fighters in each team!. Draken rushed to another one, this one was a female Orc..large hammer..BIG hammer, next to her was a dunmer female as well. The Imperial teen that was frightened and urinated on himself ran after Draken but slipped on the blood of the Khajiit, he slipped and slidded across the sandy floor, right under the Orc woman. She snorted and raised her hammer, bringing it down ight in his face! The crowd cheered again wildy and savagely. The dunmer female mage started to shoot her spells with her staff. Draken dodged to the side, avoiding the red energy coming his way. However he missed when she twirled it around and shot another spell. Making Draken temporarily weak, he flew back and hit a pillar. The Orc woman gave a low growl and ran at him. Draken got up and moved his head downwards, nearly getting crushed by the hammer. Rolling away, Draken held his katana forward and pointed it at her. Just then, that dunmer mage with the silly green outfit came rushing at him, shouting battlecries that joined in with the destruction and alteration spells that flew at him. Draken had two enemies in the field. He had to set his concentration on them, even when the shouts of the spectators and the screams of death and battle of the combatants where distracting. Draken had to fight magic with magic, fury with fury. Draken was very proficient and skilled in destruction combat, he favored flames while his siter prefered lightning.
Draken ran forward, away from the Orc woman and towards the female dunmer mage. He shot out a powerful fireblast, called Immolation. The fire wave shot foward like a funnel, the heat of it was felt in his face. The dunmer mage blocked it, sending a reflect spell. The fire came towards him. Draken fell to his face as the fire flew past him and towards the Orc barbarian!. It hit the Orc in the chest, but she had her hammer blocking it. Her hammer was not set aflames and burning, her skin was kinda charred but she still had her strenght. Her nose rings dripping with snot, chains where around her body. The orc barbarian threw her burning hammer at Draken, the flaming weapon hit scapped the floor, coming across his leg, injuring it. Draken gritted his teeth in pain and got up, shooting fireballs around like a crazed maniac. Swirls of fire flew around him when he twisted his legs and got up. The Orc barbarian, now wielding a chained weapon, with a spiked metal ball included, ran at him. Draken did not forget the dunmer mage. He turned around and ran away from the orc and to the dunmer. He twisted his katana around and finally cut the tip of the staff before a spell could be done. Draken grabbed the staff with his hand and pulled it away from dunmer female, he swung it at her face and then at her legs, wacking her down to the ground. The Orc woman let out a roar and swung her chained ball at Draken, her large muscles pumping and her buff chest puffed out. Draken ducked, dodging the chain. He threw the staff at her, like a spear. It hit her in the shoulder, she chuckled and pulled it out, breaking it in half!. Two argonian with their shortsword attacked her, but it was no use. She swung her chain, clashing it with their faces and puny bodies, the argonians died, markings of spikes in their bodies!, a true barbarian!. She then turned her attention to Draken again, hellbent on killing the imperial and moving on. Draken lifted his katana and stabbed the dunmer mage in the back while she was still on the floor. Instantly killing her. The Orc growled. "Is that the best you got!?". She shouted.
"Come barbarian, meet your fate! your death shall be my ascension to glory!". Draken spat angrily, running at her while she twirled the spiked ball in the air, ready to finally cut his head off with the chained ball.
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Post by BlackRose on Jul 1, 2009 20:33:07 GMT -5
Yggdrasil shook his head then tied his hair back.
"not hungry lately" he snorted. " you look sad.. are you all right come here..." he raised his fingers slowly. "you look like your head is hurting i can massage it. i get told it helps."
Yggdrasil would have to do this quick his hands were shaking. "if your head has been bothering you its probably telling you to eat... and broth is light. even eating a small amount will help." he needed to wait he could for someone needed at least some kind of help.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Jul 2, 2009 10:44:38 GMT -5
The Orc female ran forward, swinging the ball of death. Draken had no choice but to stand his distance. Draken shot out trios of fireballs, using his skill in destruction spells. He shot them ball after ball, hitting his target. He used the immolation blast once more and shot forward. The fireblast exploded, sending the Orc female flyng backwards into the floor. The crowd cheered again!. Draken rushed to her while she reached for her chained weapon. Draken grabbed her by the head and started punching her stomach, once, twice, three times, four times before lifting her up and pushing her into the spiked wall, impaling her. The metal weapon fell to the floor and the the Orc atlast was dead.
Draken ran past some of the blue team allies, cutting down the yellow team slackers. One of the yellow team members was hiding in the corner, a Wood elf. Crying and begging the arena guards to let him leave, offcourse no one payed attention to him. Draken saw the white haired man with the two blades, he recognized him from that day that he jumped in the Oblivion gate!. Draken growled and ran towards him, it is no coinsidence his brother Modeus was in the city, he would be there too. Draken saw this as an opportuned moment, but he was stopped by a GHOST!. Someone summoned a Ancestral ghost. It had to be another dunmer. Draken looked around, people dying, others running and blocking, shooting spells everywhere..blood all over the ground. The female black elf came at him with her large sword, doing a flip over him and cutting him along the shoulder. Draken screamed angrily, the searing pain scarred his shoulder, he started bleeding along his arms. The Ghost started to shoot a frost spell at him. Draken lifted his sword and cut the ghost along the middle, in half. The Ectoplasm fell to the ground and the dark elf woman screamed a battlecry. Draken did a flip over her, trying to copy her moved, but she blocked her head by lifting her steel sword. He turned his body around, swinging blindly at her. She jumped backwards, dodging it. The dark elf woman had purple hair, dark purplish skin. Her armor was unique, yellow but she wore a metal skirt, her stomach was showing and she wore a breastplate, her neck was unarmored and she also had an enchanted necklace. Draken bared his fangs, his animalistic urges started to build.
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Raven pulled out her scmimitars, she held one backwards, and the other one forward. Raven stuck one of the blades in the imperial guards chest, the other one along his neck. More guards came running at her, she retreated, running away again. Raven had a black outfit like always, leather pants and a black shirt with ancient markings, a gift she received from her mother years ago. The outfit was confortable, easily allowing her to perform her skills. Raven was now in the Arena district, the gates where open, Raven sprinted there, running from the guards. As she came at the doors, she stopped to think, where would she go? Bloodworks or the Spectator section?. Raven decided to the spectator area, she ran upstairs, pushing the bosmer out of the way. Raven jumped through the door, shattering it. Wood went everywhere and Raven rolled over the table, all over the spectator`s drink. They sweared and glared angrily at Raven. "What is your problem!?" They asked angrily. Raven ignored them, panting and looking down into the massive arena battle. Raven saw bloodshed, alot of bloodshed, people cheering and screaming..also she saw Draken! what was he doing in there?. she asked herself in her mind. Anyways, the guards came rushing through the broken door. "Stop her!! she violated the law!". The guard captain shouted, the other men reached for the arrows and shot them at her. Raven winked at him and jumped out of the balcony and landed right in the arena, she fell in the corner and landed in her two feet, landing right beside a frightened wood elf. The guards where shocked and surprised. "How did she do that?".
Raven pulled her scimitar and swung it at him quickly, killing him. "Stop crying". Raven whispered. The guards came down, climbing from the spectator section and some through the main arena door. Raven rushed towards her brother, who was in combat with a dark elf. Rushing to ger her brother and to escape the city while she can, Raven was determined. She ran through the fighting men and woman of battle. The crowd shouted louder when the unarmored woman jumped into the field. "KILL HER!" One man shouted, the other people laughed loudly, spitting food and drink. Screaming more than the barbarians in the arena.
Suddenly, three men went after Raven. One from the blue team, the other from the yellow. They killed whoevever went in the arena. Raven had the fire of bloodshed and the spark of violence in her. Raven looked at each of them, smiling sadistically. She waved her scimitars around. Raven used her left foot first, then her right foot, she swung at the side, skipping to the left. Raven cut the blue team mermodon in the waist, slicing it. The blue team mermodon fell to the ground on his single knee. Raven kicked him down with her boot. The yellow team Argonian had a mace and a shortsword in the otherhand. He hissed loudly with his lizard voice. Raven just walked to him and impaled him in the chest with both of her scimitars. They stood shaking a little while the lizard hissed trying to get a swing at her, but was unable to. Raven pulled out her scimitars and formed a cross, intersecting the scimitars at his neck. His head and helmet fell to the ground. Another one came up behind her. Raven bent down, pushing her foot backwards, kicking him back while she reached for the spiked helmet. The imperial spellsword jumped back. "HA!" he said. Raven waved the spiked helmet and smacked him in the forehead with it, left..SMACK..right..SMACK. As soon as he turned to face her, she impaled him in the chest with one scimitar, then went behind him and stuck her sword in his back. The Spellsword fell down to his shame, defeated by a woman, so many people thought. Raven removed her swords and ran at Draken.
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Draken smiled and winked at the beautiful dark elf barbarian. She growled and thrusted her sword a him. Draken blocked it, by swing his sword upwards, sparks flew in the air as both swords clashed simultaneously. Draken saw someone else in black coming towards him, he turned to see Raven coming at him from a distance. The dark elf saw this opportunity and thrusted her sword deep into Draken`s stomach!. Draken eyes widened in shock and realization, he left an opening in his defense and thus resulted in his "Demise". Draken glared at the dark elf woman, who seemed to be smiling, he gasped in pain, holding on to the sword that was now in his body. The crowd shouted loude and louder, some even laughing. Raven titled her head slightly in shock, seeing her brother get stabbed. This was not good. Draken always let himself get stabbed as an excuse for him to feed..if he did not feed he would die, but if he did feed, the whole arena would know he was a vampire. Draken chose life!.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 2, 2009 17:51:02 GMT -5
Modeus smiled weakly. “sorry, I-I’m alright.” he nodded. “Yes, I may try and drink some.” he nodded. “thank you for your help.” he smiled again. “to help a stranger, you…are kind hearted.” he stated. “its nice to meet someone like that.” he nodded. After handed the bowl [lol sorry for GM-ing? ^^;] He took a deep breath the ate a spoon full. It felt strange still pondering why he had the feeling he knew this elf? And he was nice, but being here, felt strange some how, maybe Modeus really did need to take better care of himself. He sighed lightly. “I can pay you for the room, its only fair.” he nodded slowly and then took another drink it was warm not to hot, but tasted good, but also made him sleepy.
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Baal didn’t notice Draken wiliest Draken was alone in the arena or for lack of better words without Raven. He just cleaved toward anyone who got in his way, Baal power was relying on his strength and stamina, as where Modeus was speed and agility, the two of them made a deadly tag team, but who needed family? Who needed a friends, family, or partners?
Baal was woken from his thoughts, as a arrow bounded off his armor. He glared at a Bosmer firing arrows, he rushed forward quickly making due of the Blue Team’s Bosmer. Using one blade as a shield then stabbing the elf swiftly with his other blade till he fell to the dirt below, and Baal jumped back a few paces and locked blades with a Nord , a few clashes the Nord seemed to be good at guarding, but Baal was smarted he dodged to the side and sliced open the Male’s side then jumped up high and bright his blade down on, on its shoulder! The man fell without another word.
Baal finely laid eyes on Draken and Raven nearby but eyes narrowed wondering what they were doing there, he knew them well from the vampire sanctuary and the Oblivion gate they weren’t a force to trifle with either. Suddenly his eyes widened he grunted in pain his guard was let down he shifted and sliced a blue team member almost in half then ripped a short blade from his side and threw it away and grunted going on the defense now, but the wounds wasn’t the worst, but it was his pride that was wounded!
[sorry still lame i had a longer one but my pc spazzed out and yeh =.=;;;]
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Post by BlackRose on Jul 2, 2009 18:15:49 GMT -5
"no problem, i tend to help those who need it. the last time i really helped someone was...i believe twenty odd years ago a pair of elflings, and recently saving a bosmer." he got bittersweet look on his face.
"i guess i help others cause i failed once..." a small flash of pain flickerd in his eyes. "but onto a happier note, your eating a after that you can sleep somemore. and also if you feel the need to 'pay' for the room only pay five gold sice this room has two beds." he chuckled softly.
"Luthur was rather helpful in this situation" he sighed tierd. "i'll be back i need to go do some errand running. but the bowl on the stand by the head of your bed." yggdrasil stood up.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Jul 2, 2009 22:45:59 GMT -5
(((OOC: Its ok. that was a good post  ))) The dark elf female turned around, shouting in pride!. Draken growled and pulled out the sword from his stomach, the gushing sound and pain was most disturbing. Raven looked at him, he turned to her and nodded. He had no choice, he was dying, slowly. Usually he would be able to heal faster, but it was broad daylight. Being a vampire has its many blessing but also its few cons. Draken pushed his katana right at the dark elf!. It sank in her as soon as she turned around. Draken approached her quickly, carefully. He yanked the enchanted necklace she had and threw it on the ground. Draken raised his head, his eyes turned a bloodshot red and his fangs extended to full lenght. He dropped his sharp teeth inside of the dark elf`s neck!. Draken started to suck and drink away savagely, fully enamorating himself in his vampiric urges. Some of the crowd members stood in shock and disbelief, others still cheered wildly and started to clap. Raven ran towards him and stood behind him. They where now back to back. Draken grabbed his enemy`s sword while his katana was pierced inside of his prey. He kept the sword forward, aiming at whomever dared to interfere his feeding. While Raven stood behind him with her Scimitars, protecting him incase anyone tried to get him from behind. Raven never normally "Babysitted" her brother but she needed to keep him safe until he was done feeding and he could heal faster. Draken`s wound started to flesh in. The gushing blood hole started to fill and tissues reform as he drank & drained away the blood of his enemy, not only his recent wound but the one`s earlier. The dark elf female tried to escape but it was impossible, his grip was tight and his bite intoxicating, paralysing. Draken was finnaly over, he released her, letting her go. The dark elf fell to the ground like a lifeless doll, a empty sack. Draken shouted at the crowd, roaring and hissing wildly, baring his fangs, while his foot rested on his fallen enemy. The glory of invincibility! the refreshment of sanguine!. Raven had a serious smirk across her face, looking at the imperial legion soldiers rushing in the battle to arrest her. She noticed Draken was finished, so she rushed towards the first one. The imperial male had a silver armor on with a spiked shield. Draken kicked the sand from the ground right into his eyes. The imperial guard screamed and scratched the sand out. Draken tackled him down and started stabbing continuosly. His back was up, Raven ran at Draken and jumped on his back, using it to give her a lift high in the air. Raven landed on two guards at once, her blade slicing one of them in the neck while she blocked the other one`s hit. Suddenly, the arena gates opened once more. Mountain lions rushed into the arena, skinny and hungry. They have not been fed in a while, saving their hunger for poor saps in the match. Another gate slid down, West Weald bears came rushing into the battle. The crowd went nuts! this was a battle to be remembered. Imperial Legion attempting to arrest someone in the arena, two teams inside and now hungry savage animals came in. It was uncertain what the outcome would be. Raven`s plan came to fruition. Some of the gladiators turned on the imperial guards. Many of them where there for glory but the few where slaves, this was an opportunity to escape. Raven called to Draken for them to escape but he was enjoying himself way too much. The tackled imperial guard tried to get up but could not, as Draken`s foot was upon him. His cocky attitude was costing her time. Raven sheathed her scimitars and grabbed the large silver axe that was dropped from the Orc warrior, who was offcourse dead. While Draken held the guard in the chest with his foot, Raven stomped towards him and raised the axe, beheading the imperial soldier. The crowd laughed!. Draken turned angrily at his sister. "You have issues..". Raven rolled her eyes. "We need to leave!". |
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 4, 2009 3:08:42 GMT -5
Modues smiled weakly then paused tilting his head some. “hum.” he nodded only listening to the elf’s story seemed to give him a strange feeling in the back of his head yet he didn’t say anything yet, only found himself looking to the other bed in the room and nodded. “alright thank you.” he stated and watched the male stand. “Oh okay.” he added. “I shall most likely still be here, if that’s alright.” he sated more then asked, knowing it was alright in one manner of speaking. “be careful.” he nodded.
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Baal watched the seen unfold, only things passing though his mind were a few curse words and wondering WHY all this stuff happening?! He wanted to leave in truth it kind of ticked him off, the fighting spirit sucked right or of him this wasn’t fun it was insane! Anger now tainting his blood stream, he spun his blade around and sliced open a bear that headed for him. He didn’t dare kill any Imperial Guards, but everything else, he cut down, putting one blade back on his well, back. He held the other with both hands, swinging down with enough force to most likely cut someone in half he fought on, wound not bothering him to much anymore, well if nothing else he could wait this fight out? Be the last standing there better still be pay in it!
He looked to Draken now fully healed and his annoyed sister saying it was time to leave, if they left would the chaos stop? By the Nine one would hope so!! He readied himself once again.
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Yoko and Elja were walking down the street when Elja turned to look toward the arena. “hehe sounds like there having fun! You fight in there Yoko?” Yoko yawned. “Some times.” he stated ears twitching. Elja giggled. “you should go in there now.” he stated with a nod. “join the party!”
“yeah? No don’t think so….” Yoko muttered something about his bad luck when Elja was around. [[ROFL not only then >.>]]
Elja sighed. “okay oh well then.” he shook his head and Yoko rolled his eyes. “this is one elf who has had enough fun to last a life time.” he stated and turned a corner where a brown robed and hooded person Popped out at him. “HOLLY SHI---!?” he screamed and jumped back all freaked out looking, pale and heart about to jump out of his chest. Elja just blinked dumbly.
Yoko’s eyes twisted he panted then paused making a disturbed face and jumped back at the man and yanked him closer by his hood. The man in the hood laughed he couldn’t help it, Yoko’s reaction, priceless. “Dear brother, you let your guard down?” asked the voice Yoko interrupted. “Vicente what the freaking he**!?” he spat, and let go of his hood and turned away folding his arms, face red out of anger and embarrassment.
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[[ROFL I know….random and I’m not sure you were expecting that, that’s why its EPIC and random really…random LOL enjoy? Just let me know if I can even rp him okay to an extent XP]] |
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