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| Amongst the Ruins | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Jan 7, 2010 10:52 pm (335 Views) | |
| Shorik | Thu Jan 7, 2010 10:52 pm Post #1 |
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The Ruins of Taras looked no different from the last time Shorik had set foot in them.Then again, shorik didn't really expect it to. After all, it had only been a couple weeks since he and Ardon had defeated the Shadow Beast at the Arena. The chances tht Ardon had found enough fighters for the Arena to start up were slim. Luckily, that was going to change. Shorik had given Aidan Archer an offer to fight in the Arena, and the older man had accepted it. He and Aidan had travelled back to the refugee camp outside Taras in hopes of finding Ardon there. When they arrived, however, they had been told that Ardon was in the ruins "dealing with a minor threat." So, as Shorik walked through the rubble, he pondered what could be the "minor threat." It could be a smaller Shadow Beast perhaps.. or maybe some bandits had gotten bold. Really, he wouldn't know for sure until they found Ardon, who was probably at the ruined Arena. |
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| Aidan Archer | Thu Jan 7, 2010 11:14 pm Post #2 |
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Aidan kept an eye out for any signs of movement among the rubble, and kept his right hand on the pommel of Elthe. He sighed, thinking of what a "minor threat" could be. Financial trouble, monsters, bandits, nobles, inner demons, outer demons, depression; a whole number of things. Aidan was quite nervous. He never really liked going to Taras, and when he did, he stayed near the shore. He breathed deeply, savoring the cool air, and adjusted his heavy sheepskin coat. He poked one of his pockets gently, and out sprang Ben, his narcoleptic ermine. He scratched the animals head, and he snuggled back into the pocket. "Shorik. Do you have any idea what Ardon meant? I mean, it could be almost anything. I don't know, I guess I'm just concerned." |
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| Shorik | Fri Jan 8, 2010 12:12 am Post #3 |
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"I'm not too certain myself..." Shorik answered, "But the most likely thing would be bandits. Hopefully, whatever it is lives up to the title of 'minor threat'." The two men then continued through the ruined city. Every so often, Shorik could've sworn he saw someone moving nearby. However, when he'd stop to look around, he'd see nobody but himself and Aidan. Probably just a bit jumpy.... Eventually, the two men were outside the Arena. Shorik stopped for a moment, feeling a tad uneasy. From inside, he could hear the clashing of blades, and voices yelling. "Guess we'd better get in there..." Shorik said, drawing his blade. He then ran into the Arena, and straight for the battlefield. As he entered the battelfield, he saw Ardon and a small group of guards taking on some bandits. Figures... Taking action as soon as possible, Shorik rushed behind one of the bandits and plunged his blade right through him. He then took the blade out, and tracked down his next target. |
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| Aidan Archer | Sat Jan 9, 2010 2:52 pm Post #4 |
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Aidan immediatly sprinted into the fray, sword still in it's scabbard. He entered the arena, and saw a group of thieves, a group of guards, and an unknown man, all fighting. Aidan did not stall, and immediately leaped at the back of an unsuspecting bandit, cracking his sheathes blade against the man's skull, sending him to the floor. By that time, another bandit had noticed his presence. The thief charged Aidan, laying a strong blow across his left shoulder. Aidan felt an odd looseness invade the area of the blow, and soon the bandit raised his sword above his head, to strike Aidan's skull. Aidan moved quickly, unsheathing his sword, throwing the scabbard at the man's face. The thief staggered backward, and Aidan was already upon him. He smashed the bandit in the chest with his right foot, and in the same movement, hit his head with the flat of his blade. The man fell, just like the other who he had fought seconds before. He took a deep breath, and muttered, almost silently, "Whose next?" |
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