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| Topic Started: Tue Nov 17, 2009 11:02 pm (111 Views) | |
| Shorik | Tue Nov 17, 2009 11:02 pm Post #1 |
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It was early evening as Shorik entered the refugee camp outside of the Taras Ruins. he had heard about what had happened to the city, and the aftermath, but actually being here made it more real for the young man. Before him were the tents, and small campfires. The people looked adjusted to this new lifestyle, but it was easy to see that it wasn't preferable. Shorik entered the camp, and wandered around. He eventually found a trader, and bought some food from him. "Thanks sir." the trader said, "All purchases go towards the rebuilding of Taras." "Rebuilding?" Shorik responded, "How far have you gotten?" "Not too far..." the trader admitted, "Trading basic goods can only get you so much." "Aye.." Shorik said, "Then why not take another approach." "That's what my brother's up to." the trader said, "Though I must say, his idea's a bit far-fetched. He wants to use the old arena to make money." Shorik couldn't help but give the trader a confsued look. "You can go ask him yourself." The trader said, "He's probably just outside the camp, looking off at the city." Shorik nodded, and headed towards the other side of the camp. He wasn't entirely sure why he was seeking out this man. Really, he had no obligation to the ruined city, or it's people. Yet, something inside him told him it was a good idea. When he arrived, he did indeed see a middle-aged man standing with his back towards him. He was wearing simple clothing, as well as some mixed pieces of leather or steel armour. He had shoulder length black hair. "Hello.." Shorik said, walking to the man, "I heard that if I came here, I would find a man with an idea to rebuild Taras. Are you him?" The middle-aged man turned to face Shorik. His face had a few scars, while his eyes were a faded blue. "I am." he said, "And you are?" "An intrigued traveller." Shorik responded. "I see." the man said, "Well, as you might have been told, I wish to use the Taras Arena as a foundation for rebuilding the city. People could pay to watch battles being fought. Warriors could gain a name for themselves. All the while, the profits would be put into rebuilding the city." "Sounds simple enough..." Shorik said, "What's stopping you?" "A few things..." the middle-aged man sighed, "For one, I have no warriors besides myself willing to fight for free. Second, the city is overrun by bandits, thugs, and god knows what else. Attracting spectators is nearly impossible with them still there." "I see...." Shorik said, "Well, I can solve your first problem for you. I'll fight for free. As for the second, well...... That'll take some planning." "You serious?" the man said, a bit bewildered. Shorik nodded. "I thank you very much...errr.. sorry, what's your name?" "Shorik Arlion." Shorik answered, "And yours?" "Ardon Greaven." the middle-aged man responded, "Pleased to meet you Shorik." |
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| Shorik | Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:23 am Post #2 |
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Shorik and ardon walked back through the refugee camp, trying to figure out a way to solve the problem with Ardon's plan. To rid the entire city of threats was certainly a task not easily accomplished. Especially with only two men. So, they narrowed it down to the Arena itself. If they could gain control of that area, it would at least be a start. "Perhaps we should scout out the Arena for now." Shorik suggested, "At least we'll know what we'd be getting into." "Yeah..." Ardon said, "Sounds good. I'll just grab a few things, and we can be on our way." Ten minutes later, the two men were just outside the ruined city. rubble littered the ground, while a few buildings stood, nearly destroyed. Ardon pointed ahead towards one of these buildings, and said, "There's our target." "Then let's go!" Shorik said, heading forward. |
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| Shorik | Fri Dec 4, 2009 11:59 pm Post #3 |
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As Shorik and Ardon walked through the ruined city, they noticed a lack of bandits. While it was a relief on one hand, it was also nerve-racking on another. Had someone or something come in already and wiped the bandits out? If so, then what were the intentions behind the person or thing? The two men were nearing the Arena, when suddenly they saw three men running away from the Arena in a hurry. They didn't even notice Shorik or Ardon, and ran right past them. Shorik caught a glance at their faces, and all of them looked petrified. "What's got them so scared?" Ardon said. "Good question..." Shorik replied, "Chances are, it's in there." "You nervous?" Ardon asked the young man. "A bit..." Shorik said, continuing forward, "But that shouldn't stop us from at least checking the place out, right?" Ardon chuckled as he followed Shorik into the Arena. What remained of the Taras Arena were mostly the main walls, and the fighting area itself. Shorik looked up above, and noticed that sections of the upper floors were gone. Inm some places, he could even see the night sky. Bringing his sight back to ground level, he noticed the walls were charred, and worn-looking. Scattered about, the young man could see ruined pieces of armour, broken weapons, and other valuables that were now worthless. "I wish I could've seen this place before.." Shorik said, "I'm sure it would've been spectacular." "It was.." Ardon sighed, "But the best place to see this place from was the battlefield." The two of them continued on until they came to the battlefield. In the center was a large shadow beast resembling a lion. Strewn aroudn the field were dead bodies. Bandits, by the look of it. "... Maybe it won't notice us.." Shorik whispered. The beast sniffed the air, and then looked straight at Shorik. It then charged at the young man. Alarmed, Shorik rolled to the left, managign to avoid the beast's claws. He then heard the beast roar. Looking up, Shorik realized Ardon had just struck the shadow beast with the broadsowrd he had picked up from his tent earlier. "Hah!" the older man said, "Hardly a challenge!" Angered, the beast swung it's head at Ardon, knocking the man back a couple of feet. shorik got to his feet, and unsheathed hia sword. He then took his opportunity, and plunged the blade into the beast's back, producing a furious roar as it began to dash away, with Shorik's blade still plunged. The young man held his blade tighter as he felt the pull, and allowed himself to be dragged along. |
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| Shorik | Mon Dec 7, 2009 4:04 am Post #4 |
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As Shorik hanged onto his sword almost for dear life, he tried to make a plan to kill this beast. If he could manage to mount it, he would gain the advantage. Gripping his sword harder, he began to lift the rest of his body towards it. Soon enough, he managed to get to the point where only his feet were dragging against the ground. "Okay kitty....." he said, "Let's play!" He finally mounted himself on the shaodw beast's back and greabbed a fistfull of it's mane with one hand. He then used the other to take out his sword, and then plunged it into the beast's head, producing another roar. However, it continued running around. Seriously?! As the shadow beast continued to run, Shorik noticed it was headed towards Ardon, who had recovered from the initial attack. "Ardon!" the young man called out, "Strike the beast!" Ardon appeared to hear him, and readied hsi blade. As Shorik and the shadow beast came at him, he stabbed the beast through it's body, halting it. Shorik then took his blade out again, dismounted, and decapitated the shadow beast. "That oughta do it." Ardon said, taking his blade out of the dead creature. "Yeah.." Shorik said, "Though I've gotta admit.... that wasn't much of a challenge." Ardon nodded, "Maybe taking the Arena back will be easier than we thought." The two men then walked away to examine the rest of the Arena. After a couple of minutes, however, the two men heard the familiar roar... |
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| Shorik | Mon Dec 7, 2009 9:54 pm Post #5 |
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Shorik turned around to see the source of the roar. Where the dead shadow had been was now occupied by a much larger, more fierce looking shadow beast. It's dark mane flared out in shadowy tendirls, it's claws larger, and sharper by the loosk of it. Overall, the beast was roughly 15 times the size of it's predecessor. Shorik had to admit he was a bit intimidated. "A Greater Shadow Beast." Ardon remarked, "A rarity these days." "If only it was rarer.." Shorik said. "Well.." Ardon said, "There's an upside to this. Chances are this thing is the worst threat in this area of Taras. So if we kill this thing, claiming the Arena should be considerably easier." "Kinda a big if, don't you think?" Shorik said. Ardon shrugged, and said, "Well, if I remember correctly, these beasts should have a main weak point, marked by a jewel." Shorik sighed, "Then let's get searching!" The two men unsheathed their blades, and ran in opposite directions around the beast. As Shorik ran, he kept his eyes peeled for some sort fo jewel. In his concentration, however, he failed to notice the dark tendril that smacked him from the back, hurling him into the air, and then to the ground for a painful landing. He grunted as he got back up, and said, "So that's how it's gonna be." The young man began to run again, this time trying to keep an eye out for the beast's tendrils. He managed to dodge them as they came, albeit barely. Shorik then met up with Ardon behind the beast. They were both lookign at the beast when they finally found what they were looking for: a semi-large sapphire jewel embedded in the back of the Shadow Beast's neck. "Found it!" they both exclaiomed. |
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| Shorik | Sun Dec 13, 2009 7:12 am Post #6 |
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A good fifteen minutes later, both Shorik and Ardon had defeated the Greater Shadow Beast. It hadn't been easy, even though they had found the weak point. It had taken them several attempts to climb on to the creature's back. Then after multiple strikes to the jewel by both of them, the beast finally fell. Through it all, both men had managed to gain some cuts and bruises. "That's it, right?" Shorik said to the empty Arena. "Don't tempt fate." Ardon warned, "For now, the Arena seems safe. If I can pull a few strings, I can begin putting the rebuilding plan in motion." "Anything I can do to help?" Shorik asked. "Hmmm..." Ardon said, thinking about it for a second, "You travel Imythess, right?" "Yeah." Shorik responded. "Then maybe in your travels, you may be able to find others who will fight here." Argon said, "If you do, please give word to them of this plan." "I will." Shorik promised. With those words, the two men returned to the Refugee camp, and tended to their wounds. After a day's rest, Shorik left in the direction of Cascadia, with hope that he might have found his purpose. |
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