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| Topic Started: Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:03 am (75 Views) | |
| Aether Draka[Adm] | Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:03 am Post #1 |
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The sun had set not long ago and the air was still warm. Aether Draka had shadowjumped out here after the sun had set and she now sat on a hill overlooking the city of Istan. Her gaze was drawn to the large building in the center of the city and a smile crossed her face. She was looking forward to visiting the place. She hadn't been here in some time and this one time she had forgone any use of the spell alter-self or any other disguise. No one there should know her anyways. She would wait a bit longer until the air started to cool and the streets started to empty before venturing down to the main gate. There was plenty of trade here now, mostly because the city was halfway between the Frozen North and the rest of Imythess. Her black silk clock pooled around her and a small voice chimed up at her in broken common. "I like. Shinny. We go see?" A small girl asked where she sat cross legged next to AD. Aether Draka turned and smiled at the shapeshifted dragon hatchling. She didn't look old enough to speak common too well, but she could speak draconic perfectly. If the small steel dragon wanted to practice being human, AD was not going to chide her for it. "In a bit little one. It's a bit too busy there right now." AD spoke clearly so she could get the meaning. She was learning common fast, and growing fast as well. AD wondered how long she would stay little. Perhaps she should ask at the Magic Academy? |
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| Orick | Sun Dec 13, 2009 3:05 pm Post #2 |
 
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Deep underground, behind a thick steel door guarded by a surly half orc, was a large room. In the middle of the room was a patio of stone, surrounded by a black ring of obsidian. Around the ring stood hundreds of men, holding bags of money in their hands, yelling out bets, some taking them. In the ring were two men. One was in his twenties, the other only sixteen. The twenty-year-old had a simple vest on, the color of dust, and wore loose, ragged shorts. The other man wore a pair of loose sackcloth pants, a loose, dirt colored hat that hung over his ears. He was barefoot, and his shirt was lying in a heap along with his coat and his over sized bag. The boy was sitting on the floor, breathing deeply, the older man was jumping around, making mock punches into the empty air in front of his face. Another man stepped into the ring, he was young, wore a black coat and held a knife. He looked at both men, nodded to each in turn, and walked up to a wooden dais. He cleared his throat, and began to speak. "Good evening all!" he called out cheerily. "I trust all bets have been placed?" from deep in the crowd several men yelled out in agreement, and the black coated man nodded. "Very good. Welcome to the first fight of the night!" he yelled out smiling, over the great cheers of the crowd. "This evening we have an old fighter, a familiar face. Please welcome, Ankar Retenn!" The man made a gesture to the older man in the ring, who flexed his muscles. Slowly, the young man rose to his feet, brushing the dust from his pants. The man in black paused for a moment. "Now, tonight we also have a treat. Tonight, we have a new face...fresh meat." from the crowd came barks and howls and laughter. The young man leaned forward and scooped up a pile of sand, rubbing it over his sweaty hands. "This young man is only sixteen! He comes from the Mountains of the north, please welcome our new friend, Orick!" Again, the crowd roared with laughter, few cheers. Orick rubbed his hands together, sending a cloud of dust into the air. He took a deep breath and waited, listening for a sound to begin. After about a minute of silence, a bell rang out; deep and long and loud. In an instant Ankar charged Orick roaring with anger. Orick waited for a moment and sidestepped the angry man. He skidded to a halt and charged again. Orick kicked out his left leg, sending the man sprawling to the ground. The man stood, breathing easily, staring with anger at Orick. He raised his fist and made a very obscene gesture. Orick smiled and closed the small distance between them in an instant. Ankar, however, was prepared and let fly a powerful left hook at Orick's jaw. The force of the blow mad Orick fall to the ground. He stood again, and spat a glob of blood and saliva onto the floor. He emitted an animalistic growl, low and quiet. He moved toward the man, and aimed a punch at his nose, which was grabbed by a thick, meaty hand. Orick smiled again, showing his now blood covered teeth, and kneed the man in the stomach. He then grabbed the man by the back of his neck with his right hand, and simultaneously swung his right leg for his feet and pulled the man toward him. The result; the man was completely horizontal to the floor, and in the air for about two seconds, then found his face pressed against the hard stone. The man did not get up, he was unconscious, and he was carried out of the ring. The crowd was silent, a few men were laughing, and others wore anger on their face. Orick walked toward the edge of the ring, and walked through the crowd toward the small door in the back of the large room. He knocked on it once, and it opened quickly. He walked into the room, which smelled of stale sweat and tobacco. and looked at the man who sat at a desk. "My money, if you please." The man nodded and brought out a medium sized bag of coins. "It's all there." Orick nodded and looked inside the bag, fingering through the contents. He gave a satisfied nod and walked out again, this time headed straight for the large steel door. The door was opened and Orick walked out into the cooling night air. He took a long, deep breath and smiled. He shrugged on his shirt and stuffed his coat into his back, slinging that over his back. He gripped his staff tight, and tied the money bag onto his belt. He took another deep breath and wondered aloud, "Now what?" |
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