Sea Of Blood

[Death]

hello everyone ive got a great idea the arena before the cata ( if you've read the twin series you know what im talkin about) we are all fighting to survive through the arena until it is turned from deadly to chicken-sport by the high preist guy so here we go...

name: thul
class: massive human
weapon: massively big two-hand battle axe

Thul sat inside the feeding room, were the prisoners eat as he sat at the table eating his gruel he watched as a giant green ogre a minator and severl humans ate also, always being alert from to many battles he waited for someone to call him into the arena to die today or live another....

[Kendergod]

Name: Berethor Solam
Class: Massive Human (one fourth ogre)
Weapon: Two spears
Bio: Galaclad is his brother. Mother was a Solamnic knight. Dad was a half-Ogre. Was captured with his brother and put in the gladiator ring. He is always put in with his twin, Galaclad.

Berethor ate heartily while he still could, for he knew this meal could be his last as he treated all meals.. He watched Galaclad and said, "Are you ready for fighting?"

[Hexum]

Name: Dareon
Class: Former Paladin(average sized human)
Weapon: Long Sword, dagger
Bio: Dareon was a former paladion who was stripped of his title and rank after having found out that the former head of the knights was doing side work with a guild of thieves. When it was found that Dareon had knowledge of the operation, he was attacked one night in his sleep and awoke the next morning to find himself amongst the gladiators. Having no knowledge of how it happened, he continues to live his days out in hopse of possibly walking away a free man again.


Dareon sat at the end of the table eating his food, keeping to himself as he usually had. Although he had founded new friendships with his fellow gladiators he tended to keep to himself quite often. The food tonight seemed to taste better than normal, and he enjoyed each bite he took. Looking down the table of warriors, most of whom he only came shoulder height to, he settled down to enjoy what he could of the current day.

[Master_of_the_lance]

Name:Galaclad Solam
Race:One fourth ogre
Weapons: Huge chain and heavy lead fealed wooden club
Bio: Same as kg's
IC: ''Yes brother as always a good fight always means better food and condtions." He looked and thought. " Brother what do you think we will fight today."

[Kendergod]

Berethor thought for a moment.. "Well, I think that we shall have a hard long fight today, but there is no way of telling til the time has come. They don't let us keep time here and I wish they would. There is no way to prepare yourself for battles.. They don't even give a calendar to keep us in the dark about upcoming battles.." Berethor finished and asked for seconds, but today was like all other days, for he was to be turned away again. "They give us such skimpy rations.."

[Hexum]

Finishing his rations for the evening, Dareon pushed his plate to the side and sat thinking. Over hearing part of his fellow gladiators conversation, he couldn't help but agree that it would be nice to have a calendar or something to keep the track of time. He was unaware of how long he had been here, but it must be close to a year now. Wondering if things would ever change, he got up and left the table, looking for something to pass the time until the next battle for his life would come.

[Death]

thul walked over to dareon he gave him his bowl of grool and said " eat up me and you miht be goin in with each other today thats what the rumor is any how but not only us it looks like the brothers too jus us four, todays a good day to die" thul laugh loudly and clapped dareon on the back.

[Master_of_the_lance]

Galaclad Heard thul's remark. He had finshed his rations. H ewalked up to thul " We will not die today here not today not me and my brother atleast." Galaclad started to put on his armour some his own ther other peices replaced with the slaves stockpile. He lifted he massive spiked helm and placed it on his head. Leaveing only his mouth and eyes showing. he walked over to his brother and shouted his familiys traditonal battle cry " Solammmmmmmm death is in the air". He turned backed to tuhl And yelled " NO NOT TODAY WE SHALL DESTROY WHATEVER THEY FACE US WITH."

[Death]

( no offense you need to proof read or get better at typing)

thul took his massive two-handed battle axe and latched it to his back he then strapped on his breast plate and leg guards, he wore a angelic shaped helm, he wore no arm guards, he shouted and raised his fist in the air with agreement to the war cry. as he finished putting his armor on he saw as the battle arranger walked there way, to once again throw them into battle.

[Master_of_the_lance]

OOC: You understood what i was saying correct? If so thats all that matters.

[Death]

occ: im jus sayin

[Hexum]

Dareon took the bowl and finished it, setting it to rest on the table. He listened to the others talk and discuss the battle and the possible outcomes, only paying slight attention. Hearing enough, he left the area to prepare for what may lie ahead. He strapped on his armor, well worn from many previous battles. The metal protecting his left shoulder had a large dent in it from a battle a few days before, the remnants of a mace smashing into him. Thanfully it had not penetrated and had only caused him some slight bruising. He strapped a small belt around his waist, dagger intact. Picking up his sword, he studied the blade intently.

"This has saved my life on many occasions..." he said aloud. "I pray to the Gods it shall do so today."

He took a quick swing with the sword, trying to ready himself for what may lay ahead. Turning on his heel he approached the others who were still standing around talking.

[Master_of_the_lance]

OCC: Ok I will read over it a little bit.

[Kendergod]

Berethor repeated the cry and put on his bone armor. Everything was made of bone. It was not like bone plates. It was bits of different bones glued together tight giving him a menacing look. His Breastplate consisted of a foot of a large animal with it's two toes used wo strap on the back plate. His helmet was an ogre's skull. His two spears had grips. The spear heads were obsidian. A small barely noticeable hook was at the end. It could yank the enemy once the spear was inside. He was ready for battle. He clapped Galaclad on the back. "Yet another battle in this repetitive bloody life."

[Hexum]

Dareon was now ready for the battle and becoming uneasy in his anticipation of the fierce fighting that would surely lie ahead.

"When do we fight?!" he yelled. "If I am to prove my worth, let's get going. Am I to wait all day?"

[Death]

the small crooked man limped into the room and sounded the names thul, the brothers,and dareon he then said," hurry up we got a purty croud to day, made me alota money" the crooked man walked back towards his small room as the great iron gate lifted for the fighters to go to there deaths.

as the four walked out they saw there enemy, standing at great hight the minators same amount but even more lethel.the group walked out and they all drew there weapons and took a stance, then the minators began there charge as one......

[Hexum]

Dareon quickly pulled his sword and readied it to fend off the oncoming attackers.

"This is going to be hell!" he yelled. "We are going to have to do this as a team or else we are all destined to die today!"

The minotaurs drew closer and Dareon steadied himself, sword in front prepared to do battle with these beasts.

"May the gods be with me..." he whispered to himself. "Today is not my day to die!!"

[Master_of_the_lance]

Galaclad looked quickly at his enemys he thought and then he had it " Brother catch take um down low." As he said this he tossed his brother a end of the chain he still had lots of it around his wrist. He knew his brother would know what he meant. He pulled his part tight and waited for his brother to react.

[Kendergod]

Berethor threw his spear at the very beginning as soon as the gate opened, killing a minotaur. He dropped his other spear as he grabbed the chainand started to run with Galaclad ducking a little bit into the minotaur line. They charged through dodging attacks and as they made it through the line they heard cries of confusion and dissarray. Berethor let go of the chain and grabbed his spear out of the dead body of the minotaur ready for action. It seemed that the minotaurs had organized again, but were now at a slighter disadvantage since they had enemies on both sides. Only one minotuar was killed in the chain attack. Another's axe had impaled him. A few had tripped though and were getting back up.

OOC: Srry, MotL. I controled your character a little bit too much.

[Hexum]

Dareon charged into the action, following the chain attack from his comrades. As they continued to battle it out in the middle of the arena, Dareon engaged one of the minotaurs off to the side. Holding his sword in front of him, he readied his body for any attack he may have to fend off. The minotaur laughed and spat in his direction. With a large grunt the beast ran at Dareon. With ease he ducked away from the blow of the axe the minotaur carried in his hands. Coming back around, Dareon took a quick swing of his sword catching the minotaur in the left arm, but barely causing damage.

"FOOL!" the minotaur growled at him. "You shall pay for your idiocy, human scum. Such a puny man as yourself dare take on me? Bwahahahaha!!!"

With that the minotaur charged again taking another huge swing. Dareon tried to fend it off with his sword but was only able to ease the force of the blow. It connected with his shoulder, splitting his armor and giving him a small laceration. The force also knocked him to the ground. Out of instinct he rolled, barely able to escape another powerful blow. He regained his composure and jumped to his feet, a small amount of blood coming from the open wound. He looked past the minotaur to see if help might be on the way, hoping one of his comrades would see he was in danger.

[Kendergod]

Berethor charged for his ally since they were working together. He charged the minotaur wildly managing to hit under his left arm, but the minotaur hit Berethor directly in the back with his axe. The bone held, but it was dented. Bererthor was knocked to the ground.

[Hexum]

Seeing that the rest of his group were still involved in their own fights, he had no choice but to take as much of a defensive stance as possible. He had fought a minotaur before, he had even come out on the winning side. But this was a different than before. He held his sword proudly in front of him.

"I back down from no one. You will die, beast!" he yelled, and charged at the minotaur.

Seeing his attacker coming at him the minotaur readied himself and took a swing of his axe, missing wildly. Dareon saw his chance and before the minotaur could right himself Dareon's sword had pierced the beasts side. He let out a loud growl in disbelief. Quickly removing the sword from the beasts flesh, he took a step back to prepare for his next attack. The minotaur turned, holding his side as blood flowed heavily from the fresh wound.

"Idiot!" the beast screamed.

Marching towards Dareon, the minotaur swung his axe wildly in desperation. Dareon was able to dodge the blows. He could see the agony in the minotaurs face and sense his desperation as he tried to fend for himself. With one last huge swing the minotaur tried make contact and failed miserably. His strength dwindling, the axe fell from his hand. Dareon quickly grabbed his hidden dagger and threw it, connect directly with the minotaurs throat. The beast fell to its knees. Dareon stood back, watching as the huge creature writhed in pain. When he knew his foe had been out done, he turned his attention to what else lay in the arena with him.

[Kendergod]

Berethor got up and watched as Daeron dispatched the minotaur, but quickly snapped back into action as two minotaurs approached. He grabbed his spear and got ready for battle.

[Hexum]

Dareon stood back, trying to wipe as much blood from his wound as possible. Thanfully it had only made a minor cut, something he could fix once the battle was over. He watched as Berethor took care of another minotaur. He was not going to rush into anything for the time being. In all his fights in the arena, this had been his first injury. Not wanting to chance his life, he watched as the battle had become a more even fight.

[Death]

ooc: wait wait ok we all know that minators would give up a better fight u just cant jump on there back and stick a freakin spear through it

thul ran with a mad fur at the only non busy minator he un-strapped his gian axe and held it out to swing.the minator now seeing thul stood in a defensive position,. thul jumped uup in the air and brought his axe down hard sliceing through the minators weapon as it tryed to block, thul quikly reacted and took the butt of his axe and knocked it into the minators face. the minotor stunded thought fast and drew a dagger from his side sliceing a thin like across his chest, thul back up stunded as he soon brought down his great axe and cut the minator in half, he lifted his axe and slung it on his shoulder smileing as thin line of blood dripped down his chest...

[Death]

i want u all to go back and fix this im not impressed go back and fix your posts minators dont just die in one stab they put up fights its called MODEING*** so please fix this now

[Kendergod]

OOC: Okay. The first minotaur I killed with a spear, well.. There is no way to dodge that. I mean it is perfectly possible that you throw a spear into a horde of angry minotaurs and it actually hits one. The second minotaur he could not see me.. I stick spear because minotaur was going to kill Daeron and He not notice me. The third I killed with the neck thing was simply pure luck. Don't we all have miraculous strokes of luck every once in a while? And if you seem to think Berethor is having too much luck, well all I can say is that the Force is guiding him...

[Death]

ts not jus not gunna see u your right infront of it! ill give u the throw of the spear but not the others.

[Hexum]

OOC: What do you want me to fix? My guy put up a fight and got cut open, I wasn't going to make him die... just yet.

[Kendergod]

OOC: there ya happy now?

[Death]

occ: thanks i jus want the story to turn out well

thul smiled at the others and raised his axe in the air as the crowd cheered, he clapped them all on the back, he helped dareon which appeared to be the worst imjured, heard the giant metal gate lift and he began to walk inside helping dareon as he went, back to his prision

[Kendergod]

Berethor walked over to Galaclad and said while they were walking back to their cell, "Good fight. We don't get good fights every day ya know."

[Death]

thul laid down on his small bunk and slowly nodded off to sleep dreaming about the battle that will be going on tomarrow

[Hexum]

Returning to his bunk, he nursed the small wound on his shoulder. Thanking the gods once more that his armor had held steady, he washed the area and stitched it himself. It was a small flesh wound and would heal in about a week or so. It was more of a nuisance than anything.

After cleaning the wound, he laid down to rest. His muscles ached from the fighting, but he knew tomorrow would be more of the same. Hopefully this time it won't be minotaurs, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

[Hexum]

OOC: Is this thread done?

[Kendergod]

OOC: is something going to happen?

[Kendergod]

OOC: Fine I'll do something!

IC: The small crooked man walked again into the room the next day, sneering. "We have received a shipment of prisinors from an ongoing war that Istar is winning of course. We will test to see which gladiators should remain and which shouldn't. Most of you will die today. Not that it matters. Get ready"

Berethor asked Dareon, Galaclad, and Thul this question at the same time. "I'm sick of this. I've developed a plan to escape into the audience and fight our way out. A friend of mine has rigged a small magical explosion into part of the audience. It sould blast away whatever defences keep us from the audience. We then jump up and hack our way out. Only kill those that stand against us. Some of the other gladiators should join us. Who's with me?"

[Hexum]

Laying in his bunk, Dareon pondered over the words. It sounded a bit extreme, but if he wanted freedom, what else could he do. He rolled over and looked at the others.

"I'll do it," he said. "I'd rather die trying to be free than sit down here the rest of my life."