Gladiators, I salute you.

[RavenLord]

"Thieves, murderers, scoundrels, scum of Agon! You were chased down like the dogs you are. Then you were left in the dungeon to rot. Without any chance of breathing the free air again, you were forgetten. And then I got you out of there. So, in a way, you can think of me as your saviour.

But make no mistake! I didn´t buy you to give you life. I bought you to profit from your death. You will not get a new chance to live. You will get one last chance... to die a glorious death.

You will fight to the death. And if you live through the fight... You will fight again! Most of you will die. Some of you will kill and survive. And the crowd will love you for it. Win their love! Win thier love and you will be able to stand proudly in front of your gods, knowing that eaventhough you life was a wicked one, your death was honorable. Win thier love and earn the respect of your gods!

Gladiators!
I salute you!"

-------------------------------------------------
OOC:
So, let´s see if we can bring the good old gladiator fights back to life.
Fill out the character sheet if you wish to join:

Character sheet:

Name:
Race:
Physical appearence:
Primary weapons:
Additional equipment:

You can also write shortly about you characters background and tell us what makes your character tick.

Every character will start out as a convict (or slave) for one crime or another, bought by the fellow who just held the mighty speech (sorry for the cheesy Gladiator rip-off :))

I (or a person of my choosing) will arrange the fights and provide any needed information about the eviroment the fight will take place in.


To set some basic rules that will help everyone get the best possible experience out of this:
Use your common sence. If it tells you that there is no way that a certain move can be done, then it can´t be done, do something else. It´s also up to you to determine if you were hit or not, so I must ask you all to play fair. No god-mods. Cheating will result in permanent ban :)
Please check (and re-check if needed) your text for typos and grammar errors. Please do this, so others will have no problems reading your posts and understanding their message.
Do not spam OOCs in your fights most issues are better setteled through PMs.

So without further speeches: Gladiators...do your thing :p

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Heh.. i don't have the time I used to.. but I just can't resist this one..

Name: Raydathi Greenwolf
Race: Mirdain
Physical appearence: Short and heavy for a Mirdain, Raydathi is 5' 10" and 160lbs. Among other Mirdain, he is looked at as almost a stranger, due to his human-like build, and a thick layer of hair across his upper lip and chin, almost unheard of in pure-blooded Mirdain. In the way of Mirdain, he has smooth limbs hiding his wiry strength. Raybur also has a tendency to slouch, which lends him a falsly diminutive appearance. This appearance is aided by the loose cloak he wears with the hood back to reveal his long, straight, dark blonde hair falling just past his shoulders and his shining blue-green eyes.
Primary weapons: 5' Hunting Bow and 6' Quarterstaff
Additional equipment: Full suit of Steel Studded Mahirimskin Leather and wide-brimmed straw hat; 8" knife in each boot; 10" stiletto in each sleeve; 4" dagger under hat brim; 2' gladius, bola, flask of alchohol, vial of poison paste, small bag of dust, and small purse of various coins at belt; quiver of broadhead and bodkin arrows, forest green cloak, and satchel with assorted bandages, herbs, foodstuffs, and trinkets across shoulders; good-luck charm on mithril chain around neck.

Background: Ray was raised by an aged Human poacher on the Human border of the Mirendil forests after his parents were killed in an Ork raid. By the time his mentor was caught by a band of Mirdain forest guardians, Ray had already far surpassed him in the skills of stalking prey and eluding predators, as well as use of his hunting bow and assorted blades. Growing tired of the lonely life of a poacher, Ray decided to sells his services to the humans along the border with Morak. As a scout, Ray quickly became known and feared for his skill in taking down Orkish officers at just the right moment and burning supply wagons before vanishing into the wood. During this time he also picked up the use of the quarterstaff and bola, after deciding that trying to kill an Ork with a 2' blade was dangerous work. After a long while, Ray again grew tired of his lifestyle, and left the army to become a roving thrill-seeker. In his travels, Ray took jobs doing everything from assasination to bodyguarding, and liberal amounts of highwaymanship. Ray even picked up his first and only spell, a word of power which creates a small spark up to a few yards away. Recently, Ray was captured and locked away. Within a week, he was bought up and thrown into these games. Ray sees this as a way to gain fame, and hopefully manage an escape. This is all before meeting up with the Brotherhood.

[RavenLord]

Wellcome Ray!
Hope you

[Raybur Ravenloc]

yeah.. sleep is overrated anyway... :bang:

[Zorkzat]

cool idea man... ok here i go

Name: Zorkzat Runningmoon
Race: Human
Physical Apperance: About 6ft 3". Has a strong asian look in him but a germanic build. black hair laid down and has a small mustache.
Primary Weapons: One Handed sword (preferably rapier) Bow and a spear.
Additional Equipment: I will have a an orange duster with black spots on it and a wrapped skirt arond my waist with wooden sandals for shoes as well as a sunguard for a hat oh and a shirt. I might also be wearing baggy pants, same shirt, a vest, some leather sandals, and a face wrapping.

I hope to see you on the arena grounds for a battle of honour.

[Shanks]

[Heh, nice adapted speech from Gladiator. You'll want a sig that says "Proximo" next. :P ... I won't be competing so.. I guess I'm just posting to clutter and make it known that I'm still alive.]

[ShadowDemen]

I'll join, seeing as how I join just about everything.

Heres another of my 75 characters I made up...

Name: Charlemagne
Race: Human
Physical appearance: Height; 6'2"/Weight; 215lb.
Hair:Short and brown. Eyes: brown.

Armor/shield: Full suit(except for helmet) of steel armor, tinted green, and a tower shield in his left hand.

Weapons: A large, twin-bladed axe, with a large spear head in the middle of the axe blades, and a small spike at the bottom, for piercing armor. Also, a single knife at his belt.

Crime: arrested for Murder.

Personality: Although not dim-witted, he doesn't usualy use much strategy, except for getting up close to his target and making sure they don't use ranged attacks. Unfortunatly, he has to use his tower shield alot, as he is very slow. Does not give up, even if he is slowly bleeding to death.

[RavenLord]

Maybe I can adapt Proximo aswell...say...Prospero..or something. :p

[I]"Good morning, Gladiators! It seems that, for some of you, time of laisure and easy life is over. It

[Chungo]

Per Shadowdemens request

Name: Greng
Race: Ork
Physical appearence: Height 7

[gtechie]

I'm gonna give this a go... good luck everyone, and may the best storyteller win :ohno:

Name: Fawa Fawia
Race: Mirdain

Physical Appearance: Fawa has an average build for a Mirdain, which means he is tall and skinny, let's call it 6'6" and 140lbs. Middle-aged, he is not as strong as he once was, but his magical abilities are better suited to his taste than his hand-to-hand fighting skills, anyway. He stands tall and proud, with a wild look in his eyes but a peaceful grin on his face. His hair (brown with a slight green tint) is kept short on his head, and elven stubble lines his green-hued face.

Primary Weapons: The only weapon Fawa carries is a self-made staff, as tall as he is, carved from a straight oak branch. One end of this staff has a clear crystal that absorbs energy from its environment, becomming more powerful when enemies are around. The other end of the staff carries an alloy tip, useful for knockout blows or spell deflection -- the alloy is a mixture of raudstaal and other magical metals designed to absorb the basic elements.

Additional Equipment: Fawa carries sacks of special herbs everywhere he goes. Some are dried out, and can be crushed in hand and used as a magical dust; some are new and green with life. Strapped onto his body are little packets of spell reagents ready for quick access. Most of this is covered up by a loose tan robe. A lion's skin ties around his neck and hangs down his back as a cloak. Sometimes it looks like he is the lion...

Background: Early in his life Fawa was trained to be an Inquisitor of State, to have sword, bow, and magical skills. As a teenager he met a powerful druid and took up the ways of the woods. Now he is strong - a steadfast seer, a knower of magic and enchantment. He is a sage of the forest. He knows the secrets of the oak and the wildwood, and fights to bring peace back into his world.

[RavenLord]

"Gladiators! Today well give the crowd a special treat. Two of our biggest and meanest fighters will face eachother in a battle to the death. And what better place for this fight than the famous cirle of death!
Charlemagne!
Greng!
Gladiators, step forward.
You have been chosen for this fight. Honor your gods and fight well!"

[Daetalion]

Wait, so can I still enter my character or is the roster full? I really like reading these things but, unfortunetly, last toruney I didn't have the time to keep up with the post and I had to resign by default.

God I hope I can still enter.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

yep.. sign on up.. he's just matching people as they come so far..

[Nehemia]

Name: Sithran Gar'du De'Raene
Race: Mirdain
Physical appearence: The long white hair flows down all way to his back, He wears an black bandana. At first you can see Black highway-man stylic black and thick leather jacket (http://www.museumreplicas.com/imagelib/0100530_l_000000.jpg) (click the link if you dont know how it looks), Two steel pauldrons that continue just before his elbows, Steel bracers on top of his jacket. Two leather belts beginning from his shoulders, crossing eachother at the middle of chest and ending up on belt. The belt itself is leather with ironic decorations and an huge metallic belt buckle, decorated as all his armour.Unlike other Mirdain, the man seems to be muscular build, 198 cm tall and grim look on his face.
Primary weapons: Two meter long katana, One 90 centimeter long and one 55centimeter one.
Additional equipment: explodable, flameable and smoke bombs (I think this rp is Darkfall related, and darkfall has bombs ^^)

Brief background:
Sithran, once first-class warrior of the Elflords, but then disagreed with an politician, who got Sithran into trouble. Sithran took an flee, and after long years this blademaster has been captured, sold as an slave into the arena pits.

[BlueLion70]

Name: Tarannon Falastur
Race: Human

Physical Attributes: Tarannon is tall, but not overwhelmingly so, at 6

[RavenLord]

"Today we shall answer a question, that has bothered us for ages. Who will emerge victorious from a battle of steel vs magic. And who better to answer this than...
Sithran Gar'du De'Raene!
Fawa Fawia!
Gladiators, the day has come for one of you to pay for his crimes!"

[RavenLord]

Wait, so can I still enter my character or is the roster full? I really like reading these things but, unfortunetly, last toruney I didn't have the time to keep up with the post and I had to resign by default.

God I hope I can still enter.

Yes, Daetalion, you can still join. In fact, you

[Daetalion]

Name: Daetalion Legemeton

Race: Alfar

Physical Appearance: Daetalion is 5' 10" with a slender, but muscular build. His upperbody is tattooed with many symbols and runes that greatly aid him when casting spells and summoning Demons. Tattooed across his face is an enchanted script of runes that allow him to see the energy that surrounds a person or object. Due to this ability, he can tell if items are enchanted or if a person is preparing to cast a spell. Sometimes he can even tell what type of spell the mage is going to cast, but only if he is familiar with the other wizards magic.

Primary Weapons: Daetalion is a skilled sorceror and battle mage thus his spells are his main forms of attack. Like his God, his magic is dark, chaotic, and dreadfully destructive. Daetalion is also an evoker meaning he uses his own ability to manifest and change energy in order to use it for an effective spell, rather then relying on components to achieve the desired effect. Although he posses great power, in one on one battles he usually does not have the time to manifest more complex and powerful magic so instead he uses quicker, less powerful spells that have a much lower rate of failure. Although Daetalion is a very efficent caster, he has been known to fizzle spells at vital moments of battle becuase of trying to cast a powerful spell in a much to short amount of time, but sometimes these bold attempts end with exceedingly succesful results. When Daetalion charges himself with mana before battle, his fingers grow longer and his nails turn into sharp claws.

Additional Equipment: Daetalion wears a long, hooded black cloak that stores energy which allows Daetalion to cast faster and more powerful spells. When the Cloak is fully charged its black fabric becomes quite lustrous, but slowly dulls as Daetalion spends its energy on the battle field.

Daetalion also wears a hard manthe brestplate atop his cloak that can fend against light melee attacks. It's most importent trait, however, is it channels a small fraction of the energy from magic attacks back into Daetalion's cloak.

His body is also adorned with a large amount of Jewlery that gives him or aids his various magical abilities. These pices of jewelery often illuminate or change in some way when they are in use.

Strapped to Daetalion's back is a 32" katana fashioned with a bone handle that is engraved with a symbol of two snakes wrapped around a pole, the insignia of his clan, Shimmergloom. Daetalion only uses this weapon if the enemy is too close or if he wants to take a break from the often exhausting task of casting. The sword can be charged imbued with various types of magic, but they wear off in a short amont of time.

Reason for Capture: Daetalion was imprisioned after a group of Human soldiers found him semi-concious after a failed Alfar raid. The small band of Alfar attempted to attack and pillage a human village that had recentally been fortified by an army of unexpected reinforcments. Daetalion was casting nonstop until he eventually collapsed from exhaustion. The damage he did to the village and it's inhabitants was exceptional but one of the soldiers convinced the group that they should sell the prisoner to the gladiator promoters instead of just killing him. The others reluctantly agreed.

[RavenLord]

"Ahh, It seems we have one of the nightcreepers among us. One of those who hate all and are hated by all. The crowds will lust for his black blood! Hatered indeed makes good profit. And who should we send to spill the blood of this...abomination? Ahh, the perfect champion...
Tarannon Falastur!
Gladiator, it is time to win the love of the people and respect of your gods! Go to the arena.

Guards! Bring Daetalion Legemeton from his cage. Watch him carefully. Keep him chained, don´t let him touch his equipment until just before the battle.

I have a feeling that this will be a fight to remember...haha, your gods be with you Tarannon Falastur. You will need them."

Hm mm..a bit of alfar-hate to spice things up. Daetalion, sorry for the rough treatment your character is recieving :p

[pheonix blckbrd]

Name: pheonix blackbird
Race: human
Physical appearence: tall reddish air (more brown but with a red touch) slim joyfull eyes always paying attention to everything around him.
Primary weapons: sword(fire enchanted), fire magic
Additional equipment: medium light armor (mithril or some other light metal not sure yet), cape covering most of my armor.

pheonix tumbles into the arena.
*huff puff* "i hope im not to late yet? just got word of the fun"
but pheonix doesnt watch his movement and collides with Ravenlord

"*oof* excuse me sir, a lil late here but i am gonna join the fight, need a lil exercise on my sword here. i promise i wont burn the audience"

[RavenLord]

The short man, Pheonix had ran into turns around. His face is round and has a calm expression on it, though seems somewhat ferocious. His eyebrows form a thick gray line just above his eyes. His long hair and beard had grey stripes in them. His clothes were very expancive, due to rare materials they were made from and many jewels on them. A small grin appeared on his face.

"I´ll be of any use to you only if you want to sell yourself as an arena slave," he said calmly, "you solos...you come and go - mostly feet first. So, you boy want to be a Gladiator? Hmm, yes, why not...you can die in the arena, maybe you´ll eaven earn me a few coins. Now get out of my sight and wait till someone arranges your death!"

Hm mm...he´s a short-tempered old fellow isn´t he? :p
Anyway, wellcome aboard Pheonix! Unforunately I don´t have an opponent for you, but that should change in near future. Just stick around...

[pheonix blckbrd]

ooc: oke ^^ and uhm about the short guy part i forgot some puctuation but im tall, i have reddish hair (so not tall reddish hair) srry bout that :/. age is 41 so ill just get a lil angry here ^^

his face stirr at these words
"boy? you dare to call me a ... BOY? maybe YOU should try and face me in this arena, you'll reconsider your words after that my 'friend'. if you still can."

[RavenLord]

"Hmm, at least your tongue is sharp... does your sword match it? No, my boy, I won´t fight you. My fighting days are over and I have nothing to prove to you."
The old man replies and then looks around.
"Does any of you covards have the guts to face this boy!? You dare call yourselves Glatiators! You piles of gutless donkey dung! Do I have to put the animals to do your job!?"

Sorry man, I´d gladly fight you, but I barely have the time to eaven run this RP. Anyone, eaven if you already are in a fight, can challenge BlueLion. Actually, let´s make this a sort of FFA duel...run by players. Anyone can challenge everyone. Post your official challenges here, and, if I´m not around, make a thread and start fighting. I (or someone of my choosing) will try to keep this place running.

So, anyone who has filled the character sheet is open for challenges, unless they say otherwise.

Come on new ppl! This place could use some new blood! :)

[RavenLord]

So, my friends. I

[Delwyn]

Proximo. Are you in danger of becoming a good man?

[RavenLord]

"You are the only one in danger, boy! Why don´t you step into the arena so we can see if can do more than talk?" The old man laughed grimly, "What´s the matter boy, are you lost? This is no place for children and cowards. If you don´t mean to fight, you´re worthless to me... get out of my sight!" He held an iron collar that was decorated with silver carvings, the sign of a gladiator, in front of dewlyn as a challenge, "I´ll make a deal with you. You win a few battles and I´ll consider tolerating your arrogant behaviour." The grin never left the old man´s face.

I´m still here until tonight, be careful ye :p

[Spartan157]

ok,im next.

Name:Sparticus

Race:Human

Physical appearence:5'9,19 years of age, 158 IBS, wears armor all the time,has a helmet that only shows part of the face (like aquellies off of the movie troy) has a standerd spartins brest pl8,and steel leggings atached with leather for easy movement.very skilled at the art of sword and range,knows no magic,justs pray to the gods for teleportation and control of the elements for a limited time.Fit and musculer,very strong but light wait for speed and agility.and the specialized armor for maximum flexibility and accuracy

Primary weapons:A claymore sword blessed by the gods Giving it a razer edge imbuewd with heat that cuts threw enything (exept in weopons and armor,the gods beleive in fair fights involving skill and worth) has a kite sheild about 3' in length and diamiter made from pure obsidian rock with a red skull that gets made from the blood of all the men he's killed,until the skull is compleatley done,the warior canot go on with his life as being his own fighter,he has to continue working for the gods until enough debt has ben paid in the blood he spills.

Additional equipment:none(i like fair fights)

If phenix wants an aponent,ill gladley abide to his death (no hard feelings really,just building dramatic tension)

[ShadowDemen]

Well now, it seems Raven lord is gone. Phoenix, Sparticus, you two still want to fight?:sly:

[gtechie]

yeah man, start 'em up!

[ShadowDemen]

Again, another "speech" was scheduled. However, instead of Proximos, a new figure stepped out.
"Well, now, its been a while since I've done this."
Standing where the normal holder of the tournament was supposed to stand, was ShadowDemen.

"Alright then.
Pheonix Blackbird! Good to see your still alive...
Sparticus!
Its time to see if religious fanaticism is good enough to beat magic.
...
Is that really what Sparticus told me to say? Damn thats cheesy. Anywho, you guys are up."

Now then, it may be a while before I find an arena for you guys. Any preference where you would like to die?

[pheonix blckbrd]

as soon as im back from my vacation im rdy for sure ill post if i can do so during my vacation. and demen? a place? uhm something fireproof would come in handy.:sly:


sparticus. i hear you have a taste for blood. i think your wish is about to be granted... altough it wont be MY blood you'll taste!

ill just get a good meal now so we can make this long and fun *grin*

[Spartan157]

Sounds good

[ShadowDemen]

Unfortunatly, I leave for Hawaii tommorow. I'll be gone for 13 days. Until Ravenlord gets back, it seems Nehmia is in charge, and he can choose someone to judge his own match. Oh, and Ravenlord, if you get back before I do, make sure pheonix's arena is "interesting", to say the leasts.:sly:

[Baldr]

((I hope i'm not too late for this))

Name: Bazeel
Sex: Male
Height: slightly over 250 cm.
Race: Mahirim

Appearance: Taller than the average mahirim, he is a fierce sight to behold. Short yet thick reddish-brown fur cover the majority of his body. On his head he has pale hair sprouting around the eyes and scalp, and on his snout the reddishbrown fur fades to a pitch black towards his nose. Eyes seem to glimmer and flash like a pair of twin suns, almost giving him a feral and savage look. Tattoos can be visibly seen on and underneath his furry arms, the markings of his clan. He wears nothing but a loose loincloth with beads and bones tangling from it, bracers, and a necklace made from the spinal cords of his enemies. His weapon of choice are ghost claws, or when need be his bare claws and brute strength, as well as his long and vicious teeth, delivering a bite when running on all fours. Many are deceived by his appearance that he is just a brute; but he knows some tribal/ shamanistic magics he learned from his clan elders.

Attitude and Background: Unpredictable, deadly, and wild, he was among the first mahirim who rose up against the modernization of his people. He has always paid homage to the Moon-Beast and when the elder priesthood moved toward settlement building, he cursed them. Him and his clan broke away, with the several other clans, and they fled to the southern reaches of the tribelands, where they battle with the gnolls and the Red Moon priesthood to the north. When the moon is full, ANYBODY and anything that is ignorant enough to tread within the territory, will get slaughtered. As it is, the Will of the Moon-Beast.

[Angry-Khan]

Name:"Angry" Khan
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Allignment: True Neutral
Profile: Khan stands at 5'12" He has black hair but since staying in the pits it has been shaved with his blade to a very short length, numerous scars on his head can now be seen. He likes to stay unshaven but he never lets his facial hair grow long. His average profile as well as his clothing, hide the numerous scars and muscle on his body. His crystal blue eyes seem as if they look into a body with no soul, he has been called a ghost and evil spirit by many a superstitious villager. On his back writing in an unknown cypher has been tattoed, no one Khan has ever come across can read it.

Equipment: He wears the rough linnen clothes that where given to him when he was taken captive. The only things he took from the arena armory are two footlong daggers which other than being heavily serrated are fairly plain, a pair of solid iron bracers, and a pair of iron toed leather boots. He also keeps his small blade which he hid from the guards, it is a small, sharp piece of thin steel which is wrapped in leather at the end for a handle, it is still kept hidden on Khan, who only uses it for "special" occasions.

Background: Neither Khan, nor anyone else knows where he truly comes from though many say he bears striking resemblance to the barbarians of the north. Nevertheless, he was raised on the southern coast by a fisherman that claims he found him on the beach as an young boy. Khan remembers nothing about his past beyond this point. After reaching adolescence Khan was exiled from the community claiming that he was the spawn of an evil spirit and a bad omen. Much later in his life he burned down that very same town, though not necessarily on purpose. Until recently Khan was a well known bandit. After receiving a tip off from one of Khans fences imperial soldiers raided his den and killed his two partners. As a mockery Khan was kept alive to be put in the arena, infuriated, Khan plans on winning his freedom so that he can exact revenge on the fence who betrayed him, and to assasinate the emperor himself, who is the head of all law. With many years fighting soldiers and other bandits, Khan is not someone to be trifled with.

[BlueLion70]

5' 12"?

Angry, you're a tard. :-D

[ShadowDemen]

Now, now, no need for name calling. Oh, I guess I should mention, I got internet access in hawaii.:p

[Angry-Khan]

5' 12"?

Angry, you're a tard. :-D

Yeah im 5 inches 12 feet foo. Yeah i figured i got that wrong, the bad thing about taking too much physics is u forget american standard and remember si...

[Trigon]

Name: Emerald
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Allignment: Evil

Profile: Before her imprisonment Emerald was an extremely attractive and seducing woman. Her years in prison though are beginning to take their toll on her appearance. Her once unflawed face now holds some wrinkles, and hair sleek black hair has taken a more grayish tint. Her will has never been stronger though. On her right arm a purple serpent has been tatooed, that seems to be a different legnth every day. The only thing that gives some hints to her true powers are her eyes. Slitted like the eyes of a snake, and violet in color, they give one the impression of a monster that has merely slipped on human skin.

Fighting Style: Obvious from her appearance her body stregnth is not anything great. What has made her infamous is her power in her magical ability in summoning spells. Controlling creatures of the nether world she siccs them upon her opponents, causing them a terrible and painfull demise. Often she summons some of her past defeated opponents to aid her in battle. She is capable of controlling more than 1 creature at once, but the more she controls the more pain seems to be inflicted on her. She does use a whip in which she incorporates in her casting, while its not neccesary it seems to ampliphy her power.

History: At a very young age she had a bounty on her head. Responsible for killing her entire village at a young age, for summoning a beast accidently that even she couldn control. Before the beast devoured her, a magician appeared who saved her. She received much training from the magician as she soon began to grow. Feeling that her skill was ready for more powerful spells she one day asked to view his darker books of magic. The magician fearing that she could not handle them kept them away from her. Using her looks to her advantage she seduced the magician and killed him in his sleep.

Her acts from their could have been defined as self interested. Slaughtering all in her path to get what she wants, her bounty continued to grow. When she could not get what she wanted by force she would fake an intimate relationship and kill them in the same way as her master. Once seeking a powerful artifact that a prince kept in his private library she disguised herself and soon married him. Attempting to kill him and inherit all of his belongins, his skilled body guard caught and defeated her. The prince decided that death would not be deserving. Instead, he wants her to rot of old age in a jail. Now she vows to return to the prince and kill both him and his bodyguard.

[Bakkrosa]

Name: Heathford Peck
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 135 lbs.

Profile: Heathford Peck is a cloth factory accountant in a small Human settlement, Greenthorn, about halfway between the Alfar border and the heartland. A relatively clumsy and physically inept man, he is know to be a caring husband and devoted father. He was accidentally picked up by a horde of Orks as they crossed the plains in a war party (he had been picking marigolds at the time) and was sold as a gladiator to a pit-boss who "had needed a good laugh". As he was despairing the worst (he had never picked up a sword), he found a glass vial in his cell, with a smudged label reading "---ion of Luc-" He drank it, thinking it was water. Immediately afterwards, he found the legendary sword Gladerung and 500 gold pieces, as well as a Chaldean artifact and a sacred image of Morgana, all in the confines of his cell. This is to be his first battle.

Fighting Style: Heathford has yet to swing a sword (practice swings with Gladerung not counted).

Equipment: Tattered clothing, Gladerung, mysterious Chaldean artifact of unknown abilities, image of Morgana, seemingly inexhaustable luck.

[Angry-Khan]

Mine beats all of yours easy ^^

[BlueLion70]

Angry, Tarannon would kick your guy's ass.

[Trigon]

No way you guys I definetely pwn you guys. That is unless Mr. Lucky over there makes me have a heart attack.

[Baldr]

Puny humans...

[Trigon]

Heh, you overgrown puppies think your so strong. You may be have physical power over me, but my minions will tear you apart. Just remember this when we fight little puppy. Try not to get your fur too bloody, I plan to use it as a coat.

[ShadowDemen]

Well now, it seems several rivalries have started. Nehimia, as co-judge, do you think its time to see if their bite is as bad as their bark?:sly:

[Baldr]

Heh, you overgrown puppies think your so strong. You may be have physical power over me, but my minions will tear you apart. Just remember this when we fight little puppy. Try not to get your fur too bloody, I plan to use it as a coat.

*Bazeel's laughter echoes, and he speaks; deep and rattling*

You think your minions are any match, against the powers of the Moon-Beast?! Your over-confidence will be short lived, meat-sack. I have been taught in the magic of the Old Ways, magic that predates the existence of your pitiful race. If i fail to tear you to shreds like the meek animal that you are, perhaps the Ancestral Spirits that i'll summon will!!

[Angry-Khan]

Minnions wont do a thing if i slip by them and plant a dagger in your left lung, you wont even get a chance to scream.

[Trigon]

Down puppy, keep your flea ridden fur on. Hah, you mahirim and your primitive 'old wayz''. An ignorant animal such as yourself could never comprehend true magic.

[Baldr]

Down puppy, keep your flea ridden fur on. Hah, you mahirim and your primitive 'old wayz''. An ignorant animal such as yourself could never comprehend true magic.

*Bazeel smirks*

This 'primitive animal' will tear you limb from limb, and the only blood on my fur will be of your own. You underestimate too much. Good. It will compensate for the look of horror that will be on your face when the end draws near.

I wonder if you humans are too ignorant, or perhaps even blind, if you can't tell the difference between a pup and a warrior that towers well over you.

[Trigon]

What a sharp tongue you have little puppy. I'll be sure to keep it as a souvenir as your soul departs to the after life.

[BlueLion70]

You two are idiots, just stop it. Talking shit on the boards is just retarded. If you like, I'll set up a gladiator match and you two can fight it out RP style. But if not, please save the rest of us from your oh-so-enlightening *rolls eyes* exchange.

[Trigon]

nah this is way more fun lol.

[Baldr]

You two are idiots, just stop it. Talking shit on the boards is just retarded. If you like, I'll set up a gladiator match and you two can fight it out RP style. But if not, please save the rest of us from your oh-so-enlightening *rolls eyes* exchange.

We've BEEN waiting for somebody to start a match for us. It has to be someone that is designated the 'refferee'.... until than we can talk shit all we want. ;)

One other thing, we were RPing.

[Baldr]

What a sharp tongue you have little puppy. I'll be sure to keep it as a souvenir as your soul departs to the after life.

We shall see, human, we shall see. I am looking foward to facing you in the arena. And maybe i'll see what pathetic skills you have in store.

[Angry-Khan]

Id fight rp style if i knew how to, i only know how to fight ninja style :ninja: :ninja: :ninja:

[BlueLion70]

Shadow, please start a match for them! Make it a three-way between Trigon, Angry, and the Mahirim dude.!

[ShadowDemen]

I WAS waiting for Nehemia, but it seems he's on vacation, too. Please remember that I an only a replacement judge, and my decisions have to go through Nehemia first.


Ah, what the hell, three way it is. Starts later on tonight or early tomorrow. Any preference of arena?

[Baldr]

My choice of arena... I'm not picky; could be anything.

Although, i'd prefer a large outdoors area. :)

[Angry-Khan]

perhaps a whorehouse?

[ShadowDemen]

I don't think I could do that, as the girls would probably kick all of your asses. Hmmm, I think I know what to do, but I'm not telling yet...:sly:

[Nehemia]

Three-way deathmatch sounds pretty interesting.
And Im back.

[pheonix blckbrd]

oke im back (im changed from white to black in my holiday :P ) can some of the ones in charge put me in an arena with some poor bastard who has a deathwish? (although he probably wont know it yet :P )

[Skiptag]

I'd like to sign up for a battle :P
Name: Skiptag 'Bearhug' Swiftmane
Race: Mahirrim
Physical appearence: Skiptag is a rather small mahirrim, with his left eye blue and his right eye yellow. His size is made up for by his huge arms and his rather wide, flat nose. He wears a woolen coat he sewed from his mahirrim victims, so its a rather ugly and colourful coat. He has a scar on the sole of his right feet because he gnawed on it as a child, it starts to throb after running/kicking with it a while
Primary weapons: Fists, but uses knuckles when he can get his hands on one
Additional equipment: Teeth, and has a hidden knife in a pouch that is sewn into his fur in a fashion that it doesnt stand out. Also his nickname 'bearhug' comes from the fact that he crushes his opponent with his favourite move. the 'bearhug'
Additional Info: Skiptag isnt your average mahirrim, he was born and raised in a forest. Also, because of his melee type of fighting, he can run faster (much faster) than any mahirrim can.

[Bakkrosa]

Would anyone like to fight Heathford Peck? I'd love to see what happens to the poor fellow 1-on-1, 3 man free-for-all, 2-on-2, etc. If anyone is interested, we can get a very, very interesting fight going.

[Skiptag]

Im available for a battle if you want =)

[gtechie]

((I'm sure one of the judges is busy thinking of an arena for the lucky man vs. the popeye-ish doggy. It should be a good fight! :D ))

[Skiptag]

((He just called me a Popeye-ish dog O.o *eats spinache*))

[pheonix blckbrd]

im kind of waiting still for mah fight? im burning wiht desire you know? hey judge wake up? fires up a twig and trows it into a pit. *mumble*fire in the hole*mumble*

[Skiptag]

ya im still waiting as well, im dying to crush them with my furryness <3

[ShadowDemen]

Gladiators these days have no patience. Hey, is spartan still alive? If so, Phoenix and Spartan are next.

[BlueLion70]

I'd like another match sometime as well. Hopefully against someone who will be as fun as Datalion was. That was a great fight.

[ShadowDemen]

Yeah, this was SUPPOSED to be a TOURNAMENT from the looks of it, but now it seems its an exhibition free-for-all.
...
...
...
Hey, I got an Idea! How about EVERYONE who signed up gets locked together in a Royal Rumble Free-for-all match?:sly:

[BlueLion70]

Yeah, this was SUPPOSED to be a TOURNAMENT from the looks of it, but now it seems its an exhibition free-for-all.
...
...
...
Hey, I got an Idea! How about EVERYONE who signed up gets locked together in a Royal Rumble Free-for-all match?:sly:

No way, you're copping out. That would be way too chaotic and would end up just being ridiculous. We need to have a new thread for this sign-up, I think, to see who's actually around and who isn't (a roll call thread) and then schedule some fights based on that. If you guys like I'll help out with organizing it.

[Daetalion]

Yeah, this was SUPPOSED to be a TOURNAMENT from the looks of it, but now it seems its an exhibition free-for-all.
...
...
...
Hey, I got an Idea! How about EVERYONE who signed up gets locked together in a Royal Rumble Free-for-all match?:sly:

You could still make it a tourney, you just got to get your shit organized. Plus I don't think anyone has actually won a match.

After the fights die down a bit I'm gonna organize another event, hopfully it'll be just as fun.

[ShadowDemen]

Perhaps I'll just let Ravenlord organize this mess when he gets back.

[BlueLion70]

Plus I don't think anyone has actually won a match.



What are you taking about, I whupped your ass! ;)

[Baldr]

Still waiting on you two: Trigon and Khan. ;) Quitting already?

[Daetalion]

What are you taking about, I whupped your ass! ;)


lol, a commoner can never kick a mage's ass without suffering the consequences (such as completely disintegrating into thin air, not like that's ever happened...)

At least we had the balls to finish our fight...

[ShadowDemen]

Actually, Blue Lion DID win the fight, since he did the finishing blow. And, you guys never said he was killed, or that your spell worked. But Daetalion did have his throat sliced. Of course, thats only if you want to be technical, and I think Ravenlord will allow a draw.

[Daetalion]

Actually, Blue Lion DID win the fight, since he did the finishing blow. And, you guys never said he was killed, or that your spell worked. But Daetalion did have his throat sliced. Of course, thats only if you want to be technical, and I think Ravenlord will allow a draw.


Actually, the explosion was Daetalion's life force leaving his body, so he was dying as the two of them exploded, but that's only if you want to get technical:D .

[Volsung]

so is this thread still open for more people? or is another one starting like someone said earlier?

[BlueLion70]

I think it's fair to call it a draw hehe. Very fun though, and that's what it's all about...that and winning.

[gtechie]

Volsung, come on in... the worst that will happen is that... well... nothing will happen.

[Volsung]

Name:Volsung the blood taster

Race:mahirim

Physical appearance:He's 9'8, 29 years of age and weighs 210lbs. He has shaggy dark brown fur, and is covered in various tattoos that are meant to ward off evil spirits and magic. One of the tattoos is one that allows regeneration of wounds, not instantaneous but much faster then the average rate. He is also covered in burn marks and scars so he has slightly tough skin than normal. His teeth and nails have been filed to such sharp points that they can tear through some of the toughest metals.

Primary weapons:Like all others of his race he uses his claws and teeth. Both his forearms and hands are covered in a long plate gauntlet which have holes in the ends for his claws, but provide ample use for his hands and wrists so as not to impair movement to much. He also knows some magic he can summon mist, control winds and knows quite a bit about herbs and poisons. He can even imbue his claws with poisons.

Additional equipment: He carries a bag filled with some reagents for his poisons. And a 18" knife strapped to his leg. He wears a dragon-skin kilt going down just a little above his knees.

Background: Volsung was born in a little village on the outskirts of the tribelands. There was nothing particularly special about him compared to the other young mahirim, he was just very friendly. Around is 17th year something changed, there was an argument among the village leaders and created a schism. That night his family was brutally murdered, he awoke to find the murderers running out the door. Something snapped inside him and he became a different being, one filled with hate and anger almost like a demon. He found the men who killed his family. He devoured their flesh and blood then hung their skinless bodies in the middle of the village. He fled the village and relocated out of the tribelands into the island Niflhim((sp?)) located to the North West of of the main continent. There he found someone who was willing to train him in the arts of magic and subtitles of poisons. He told his new friend and master of his out burst and they decided he had a split personality. They made a tonic which he kept with him at all time that could help keep it under control. One night his masters home was under attack, they both managed to escape unharmed to the coast were they set up a new home on the outskirts of a port town. One day while scavenging for supplies Volsung was attacked by a passing slave caravan. He killed many of them but in the end he was subdued and given to the gladiators for their amusement. He know awaits his fate in the arena.


hope that was somewhat decent..my first attempt at this kinda of stuff :bang: :bang: :bang:

[RavenLord]

So, I´m back. Let´s try and revive this sucker.
Could someone update me on the situation here...if anyone´s been following the situation that is.
Ppl who still wish to fight, please report in and I´ll read your char sheet and fix you up in a fight (if you don´t have the sheet posted, do so).
If there was any mess around here it gets fixed. now! :)

Edit:
Just read through the thread. Seems like there are some ppl still waiting for a fight.
Ohh, and since FFA-style doesn´t seem to work, I´m changing it back to I-call-the-shots-style. NOW SLAVE GET IN LINE! :p
Anyway, anyone wanting to fight, notify me in this thread or via PM.
Thx to Shadow and Nehemia for the months suffering they went through for me! :)

PS: ohh, and great sheet there Volsung.
PSS: Sorry, no time for cheesy speeches, school starts tommorrow, time to sleep :(

[BlueLion70]

Woohoo, Ravenlord's back! Put me in another fight, that one with me and Daetalion was so fun.

[Volsung]

id like to fight someone

[RavenLord]

"Gladiators! Have you missed me, you worthless pieces of trash? Well If someone has made that mistake, I´ll make sure to correct it. Right away!

It´s time for me to make some gold again, my dear friends. And one of you will aid me. By dying in the arena. I will be there, watching. And the only feeling in my black heart will be joy. For your death will make me rich!

Pheonix Blackbird!
Volsung the blood taster!
Gladiators, step up!

You will face eachother soon. And I believe you´ll find your arena...interesting to say the least.
Fight well and die with honor!"

Rejoice!! The speeches are back! :D
Anyway bluelion and volsung, you have your fight.
I gotta go to school. Soon as I get back, I´ll start planning your arena.

[RavenLord]

wow..a major fuckup from my side. Not Pheonix, but Tarannon....so anyway, ignore the post above..here we go again:

[I]"Gladiators! Have you missed me, you worthless pieces of trash? Well If someone has made that mistake, I

[Nehemia]

Ravenlord, if you have enough time read the recent posts in Sithran's and Fawa's fight..

After bloody fight our characters agreed fighting is pointless, and are now trying to escape the dungeon.
If you could start acting other gladiators/guards/beasts that rush into the arena to stop us?

[Volsung]

heh looks like i get to fight a can mate...this'll be interesting

im going up to the mountains for the next 3 days, ill be back on thursday. so i might not get a chance to post till i get back, but feel free to start the match without me...it gives me more time to plan :D

[RavenLord]

Allright Nehe, I

[Ramses]

Name: Ode
Race: Mahirim
Appearance. Ode is a Mahirim youth with dusty brown fur. He is only five feet tall, short even for his young age, and is very thin, about 110 pounds. He wears a tan cloth cloak that is tattered and hangs about his small frame loosely. Any tears in his cloak reveal his entire body is wrapped in light brown bandages covering his torso, his legs with most of his feet uncovered, his neck, and his arms with only small loops of cloth around his thumbs but the rest of his hands free. The hood of his cloak usually casts a shadow on his eyes, which are yellowish white with large pupils of empty black. Various flasks are attached to different pieces of the wrappings about his midsection, and darker belts of brown with bronze buckles insure these flasks are held tightly. The bandages that engulf Ode are written on in an ancient tongue, an ode his parents, a father of the flame and a mother of the desert, wrote to their most gifted child on the day two years ago when his body reached perfect size for his purpose as a mage and they sealed his growth from ever becoming an adult. These enchanted wrappings keep his body in its perfect form and remind him of his purpose--for each honorable victim he molds a metal cross from ore deep in the earth with his magic, and hangs it on one of the many strips that covers him to show his reverance for combat as an artistic purpose of life rather than a tool to avoid contemplation.

Armaments/Combat Style: Ode is a phenomenal acrobatic mage from the greatest desert in Darkfall, risen by flame and earth far from his Mahirim bretheren. His parents each mentored him in their magic, which, though associated with common elemental sorcery, is drastically different from conventional combat. A prodigy of earth, Ode can manipulate sand, rock, and mud to do his bidding, though at this point he can only generate mud and otherwise is dependent on his environment. He can conjure a finite yet extensive amount of mud from his enchanted body, as well as a greater quantity of flammable liquid, both from his throat. His simple conjuration of these elements is enough to make most of his challengers nauseous, but this advantage is usually unnessecary. His only physical weapon besides his natural claws and teeth, is a small dagger, a shard of a rare crystalline rock that he harvested from deep in the earth's crust with a black metal handle wrapped in the end of one of the several sections of bandages so that it is tightly secured to dangling enchanted cloth at his right elbow so he can drop it quickly to form hand signs to cast. I'm not going to go into much detail on the variety of his spells, but hopefully I can keep my current "captors" entertained.

Background:Risen by the spirits of two Mahirim that separated from all of their kind and their homeland centuries ago, Ode is said to be a tool born to fulfill their will--to bring honor, true power, and more importantly, violent rebuke to the now tamed factions of Mahirim. While not distinctly ferocious or animal, Ode smiles at the establishment and "accomplishment" of society in all races. The development of law and religion above spirituality in the yeilding minds of all races shame him, especially in the push towards Mahirim "civilization". Twelve powerful Mahirim were brought up from the muddy clay of the desert, molded and taught in the image and skill of the two founders. Each of the twelve wanders the desert, discovering new enemies and honing their skills in magic and weaponry. As they are catalysts of Mahirim independence and frown on the society now dependent on law, they only meet once every two weeks to build each other's techniques. Recently, they did not convene--the message has been sent to his eleven brothers and sisters of earth and flame, the tribes of the Mahirim must be corrected.

They see me as merely a young Mahirim, the others of my kind, the first I have encountered, I am partly proud of. They have kept their lust for battle, but some have no desire for honor and the true power in magic ways. Ode thinks rhythmically as he squats on his hamstrings in his cell, hood casting a shadow on his eyes that rove at his fellow combatants. I brought myself here to see my true purpose, if I cannot defeat this filth, most bred by a tame society, I must seek out my founders for more direction. A sudden movement deep inside him presses the black mud from his stomach up into his throat, a little spilling on his tongue and splattering inside his lips. He swallows it again, it is cool and soothing to his throat. I will show them that we Mahirim cannot simply say we possess the natural weapons of claws and teeth and strength. No, with true power we ourselves can become great weapons. He felt the swallowed mud splash back into his stomach which had been expanded to accomodate his reagents, a feeling he was accustomed to as the fire oil in him settled again.

OOC: If any of this sounds too ridiculous just tell me, but I think it would make combat interesting. And to the first person who decides to turn my character into a living bomb, to warn you he has more control of everything inside him than you would think. Just didn't want any of your attacks to go to waste. Look forward to maybe fighting you.

[Angry-Khan]

Actually ur post was pretty interesting.


Name:Lil Khan
Appearance: A dark skinned human with long dreadlocks and many missing teeth, Lil Khan is never found without a bottle of whiskey or his group the Darkfall Boyz
About: Lil Khan and the Darkfall Boyz will take over agon, one rap show at a time.

[RavenLord]

At times like this I wish I was a mod :mad:

Nevertheless...rap shows in DF..an interesting idea, maybe we can have a rap battle minigame?

On topic: Wellcome, Ode! That´s a very unusual character there. Ohh well, other than it wierdness, I see nothing wrong with it. Just sit tight for a sec and I´ll find you an opponent :)

[Ice]

Name: Du

[gtechie]

I like how this thread is picking up some speed. Nice work guys... Ode and Marat look like they'd be fun to fight.

[Angry-Khan]

*monkey noises

[ShadowDemen]

Hey, Khan already tried to join, then ran away when his fight started! When I pm'ed him, he said he knew how to "ninja fight, but not rp fight".

[RavenLord]

Yep, it seems this thread might live for awhile after all :)
I

[Skiptag]

My 'popeye-ish' dog is still available to fight ;) i was just away for two weeks, but now ive got the time =D

[RavenLord]

[I]"We

[Skiptag]

I made a new playercharacter, something less ugly xP
Identity: 'Skiptag' ((His real name is only known to his parents and himself))
Race: Mahirrim
Features: Brown Eyes, long-haired fur. He misses his left nostril due to an old hunting wound, also his tail is his pride, hurting it means an enraged dog ripping your throat. He is also known as 'Crush' because of his huge arms which he uses to crush his opponents in a bearhug.
Weapons: Claws/Knuckles/Fists. And he has a ninja knife concealed in a secret pouch
Eyesight: Poor
Speed: Frigging Godly
Reflexes: Average
Hearing: Basic Animal Hearing
Smell: Poor ((Because of his nostril))
Accesories: A necklace made of diamond which he inherited from his mother. It is, apart from his tail, his pride and joy. Also his left ear has 3 piercings, his right ear doesnt have any.

[Ramses]

OOC: I love how Skiptag's sig throughout this thread shows Kimimaro from Naruto, a manipulator of bone and then Ice pops in with his character--any inspiration from that? If it is inspiration from Kimimaro, I should be afraid of this next fight, haha.

Prospero's speech carries from the stadium into Ode's cage in the forest, a feint sound. I know I don't look like much besides a beast of the forest, time to prove my life's purpose, to show the greatness of this child of the desert.

Ode catches the name of his foe, and strains to remember an old man clad in bone. I wonder what weapons he uses, magic or might, they had already been locked up when I first saw him, before I was separated from the rest of the gladiators... (a rock is slowly floating from the ground, on these last words it comes to rest a few feet in front of his face, outside the well-built cage) No matter, ground bones are useful reagents. Ode yawns as the rock in front of him shatters and falls to dust on the ground.

OOC: Look forward to fighting you Ice, see you in the arena.

[Ice]

OOC: I've never seen Naruto, kind of strange coincidence, though. I also just noticed Ode comes from a group of twelve, and so has Marat. I think it'll be an interesting match, good luck.

Giggling, Marat looked up from his cell. "Me? They want me?" His bones rattled with his laughter. "That's quite the best possible decision. Because I want them."

His eyes picked up the furry form being dragged to a cage in front of him. "Only a pup?" he said to himself, but the laughter stopped. He'd spent too long eyeing other combatants, and knew a fighter when he saw one. Snapping out of a daze, he shook his head to clear it, and began smiling again.
"Oh yes," he cackled "I want them very badly."

[RavenLord]

Is there anyone who dares to face Skiptag??
:)

[ShadowDemen]

What ever happened to Raybur's fight? Niether of them are posting now, though ray keeps posting in our clan forums, so he's not inactive.

[Skiptag]

You cowards =D face me!

[pheonix blckbrd]

you shouldnt have said that furrball... come and take on the heat

ravenlord set me up with a nice arena.. give me plenty o room. the barbeque has started !!

[Skiptag]

you shouldnt have said that furrball... come and take on the heat

ravenlord set me up with a nice arena.. give me plenty o room. the barbeque has started !!

Bring it Flameboy >D

[RavenLord]

ahh..sorry for the delay..you

[pheonix blckbrd]

Bring it Flameboy >D

want a slow scorching death or a fast vaporizing death?

[RavenLord]

[I]"Ahh...we have captured yet another dog! Who will be the hero who will slay the horrible beast? Any volounteers?"
A hint of sarcasm could be heard in Prosperos voice.

"Didn

[RavenLord]

If anyone is bored, I was thinking about arranging a FFA fight. Anyone interested?

The arena will most likely be sort of a maze (If you´ve read Homeland by R.A.Salvatore, you´ll know the routine :))
It´ll prolly end up in a chaos, but I want to give it a try!

There will propably be a reward (a cool-sounding title or something) for the winner...if there is one, that is.

I´ll give it a week or two for people to sign up. After that the fight will commence (you´ll propably be able to join after the beginning of the fight aswell with a special permission :))

[pheonix blckbrd]

count me in mate same character as i made up in this thread

[BlueLion70]

I'd love to participate, as long as it doesn't start before September. I'm not gonna be settled in at school till the third or fourth, so I can't really RP till then, but I'd love to be part of an FFA match.

[ShadowDemen]

I'll join, but can I use the "guard" character in Nehemia and Fawa's fight?

[RavenLord]

Sure, Shadowdemen. If anyone wants to use a new character, just post the sheet in this thread.

[ShadowDemen]

This is a roll call for Trigon and Baldr. If you two still want to fight, then go ahead and use the old thread. Khan shall not be joining you, however, but the rules I put up still apply. And yes, raven lord has put me in charge of your match, 'cause he doesn't understand how the rules work out. I already know Trigon is alive, but I need to hear from Baldr.

[RavenLord]

In other news:
Prospero is recruiting new gladiators, so anyone interested in becoming one is wellcome :)

[Skiptag]

Hey I'm remaking my character
Name: Skiptag
Race: Alfar
Fighting Style: Ninja Techniques
Primary Weapon: Ninja Knife
Secondary Weapon: Throwing Knifes and Throwing Stars
Description: Skinny, long, covered in black clothing. Fights for his village.
Attributes: A chain with a knife at the end.

[RavenLord]

Now we´d only need pheonix to post a mahirim pirate char...YARRR! :rolleyes:

[pheonix blckbrd]

not a remake but just some additions to my old one so people know wat to expect
name: pheonix blackbird
race: human
physical appearance: tall, slim, dark brown eyes, dark red spiked hair, despite the slim figure very muscled.
primary weapon: fire magic
secondary weapon: medium long sword, the blade is thicker around the half of the blade.
additional equipment: medium/light armor ( a breastplate, leggingplate), gloves with strange marks on it, regular leather boots (they're really comfy ^^). a cape/robe wich cover's his entire body.
fight style: creating and holding distance with his entire magical arsenal and destroying the opponent over long distances, once its inevitable to keep distance (or the opponent is supperior over distance), swordplay wil come in. 3 buffs known and 1 combi of those, increased swordpower using fire magic, increased defense bye laying a fire shell around my skin, increased speed by firing up his own muscles and eyes to increase reaction time and max speed. and the combi of these. the fire shell and the increased speed wear me out at a steady pace (the speed wears me out the most) but i can maintain it for a time. the sword buff i can use unendingly.

[RavenLord]

Pheonix and Skiptag. Unfortunately, your fight has been postponed until friday, so if you want a new arena, you

[RavenLord]

So, anyone else up for a fight?
I was thinking of bringing Kyron (or Elias) back to the arena...any challengers?

[ShadowDemen]

Now thats an offer I can't refuse. And I'll use ShadowDemen, if youwishto fight me(and since you have two characters, someone else could fight that one). In other news, I finally got my life back, so I should be able to post every other day, as long as my internet service stays online. Hmmm, I think I may be addicted to rp-fights now....

[RavenLord]

Looks like we have a fight then :)
You´ll be facing your old friend Kyron Shadowmoon
Ormzen, if he accepts the task, will be acting as a judge/ arena creator.

Character Sheet
Character Name: Kyron Shadowmoon
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 24

Favoured Weapon:

Twin daggers, just a bit shorter than a short sword, with curved blades.

Favoured Armor:

Light black leather armor (stripes of leather in a criss-cross pattern that form a vest-like piece of cloathing.), wristbands and soft leather boots that allow him to move very silently. These boots were a gift from a certain dwarf smith and hold a sigle enchantment. They allow Kyron to do a double jump (once off the ground and ocne off thin air) The dwarf had also given him a sheath that produced infinite throwing daggers, but this item was lost later on.

Additional equipment:

A throwing dagger in each of his wristbands. The blades of these two daggers are covered with a layer of lethal poison. He also has four poisonless daggers strapped on his chest in a criss-cross pattern, two more on his belt, and one in each of his boots.

Three small pouches can be found on his belt, each containing a small amount (about one and a half to two handfulls) of a certain powdery substance.

One contains white powder that turns into very bright white light. The second bag has grey powder in it, that produces smoke and the third one contains red powder that bursts into flames. The powders are ignited by a mental command from Kyron.

Kyron carrys just one piece of jewelary on him. A golden ring with onyks stone in the middle of it that he carrys on his left hand. The ring has one enchantment in it: when activated it casts darkness on approximately 5 by 5 meters area ( 5 meters....15 feet??)

Physical Description: Kyron is sligtly under 180cm tall and doesn´t look very strong. Some may eaven say that he is slight and skinny. His profession and many years spent living on the streets have made his body fast and agile and every muscle in his body is ready for action. He has dark skin tone, black hair that reaches his shoulders and bright green eyes. He usually ties his hair into a pony-tail so it´s out of the way during combat...or while he is at his work. Countless fights and runaways from authorities have left many scars on his body. Most visible of these is the one on the right side of his face. It runs from the corner of his right eye to the corner of his mouth. Same blade that gave him that scar also damaged his right eye a bit, so it´s vision is slightly blurred. Kyron also has a mark on the inner side of his hand. A circle with six smaller ones in it. He got it when he tried to pickpocket a certain paladine, who also happened to be a leader of a certain guild. Paladin was carrying a false wallet on his belt and when kyron took a coin from it, it burned the mark on his hand. For some strange reason, the paladin spared Kyrons life...

[pheonix blckbrd]

Pheonix ahs recovered from his last fight

for reference here is my character again (again slightly modified the more i use him the more dept he gets ^^ duh)

name: pheonix blackbird
race: human
age: 53 (and still young)
physical appearance: tall, slim, dark brown eyes, dark red spiked hair, despite the slim figure very muscled.
primary weapon: fire magic
secondary weapon: medium long sword, the blade is thicker around the half of the blade.
additional equipment: medium/light armor ( a breastplate, leggingplate), gloves with strange marks on it, regular leather boots (they're really comfy ^^). a cape/robe wich cover's his entire body. <--- new cape last one burned up in my last fight :P
fight style: creating and holding distance with his entire magical arsenal and destroying the opponent over long distances, once its inevitable to keep distance (or the opponent is supperior over distance), swordplay wil come in.
known to use four elements of fire:
protection ( - offensive protection. like for example a shell that makes explosions if you get too near)
healing ( - no instant healing but more overtime. if your body warms up cells move faster thus heal faster. that i refined into accelerated healing abilities)
speed ( - ever seen how fast an explosion occurs?)
power ( - ... self explanatory)
ability to absorb fire if its not its own for a limited amount of power

[Skiptag]

Im ready for another fight. Ill make it less anime and more 'Skiptag-ish' :)

[Savitar]

Hey guys, I havnt really RP'ed but I have been following this and definatly enjoy the reads so I would like to give it a try ^.^.

Name: Savitar
Race: Orc

Apperance: A unusually large orc, that is bald with something like a 5 o'clock shadow. He is darker in color than most orcs as well.

Gear: Savitar is draped in a large cloak, under the clock he wears plain robes and from the looks of it appears to be an ordinary craft / Trader, He has multiple bags hanging from him, But it is what is in those bags that make him far different. One bag is filled with skulls and other assorted bones from all walks of life, Another bag he has is filled with candels and other artifacts used in summoning and other sorts of rituals. He also carries a dagger on his belt. On top of all of that he has four gems that apper to have been shaved down repeadelty. The only thing that could resemble armor on him is the giant skull he wears as a helmet, It apperars to be from some sort of dragon. He also has a "staff" although it is more of a warhammer in nature, It is a long metal staff topped with the skull of a horned demon, This skull helps to minimize the pain and agony he suffers from each of his skills. By absorbing much of the backfire that comes with these types of spells.

Also.. On my back I have various weapons Swords, axes, and a shield, Nothing special or unique about them..

Backround: When Savitar was 4 his parents were killed and since that day he has been in a madening spiral, He used there bodies as his first test subject into the dark arts and have been gaining stength in them ever sense. It is said that he can summon that demon on his staff as well as the dragon from the skull he wears on his head, Although the demon has been proven and seen nooone has ever seen him summon the dragon and many believe even he would not be able to control such a beast..

Magic: As you can see his main weapon is magic, Summoning / Death / and Fire magic are his chosen paths, Fire being his weakest of the 3. As Savitar endures more pain his magic becomes stronger, he still has the same consequences involved with each though

[RavenLord]

"Well, look what just hopped in through my doors. An overgrown toad...with a will of becoming a gladiator? Hah! Why don´t you go back to repairing kettles? Oh well, it´s your death and my profit, so who am I to argue with you."
Prospero´s entire body shook with laughter,
"So, who will I send forth so squash this little toad? Ahh indeed. I hope you´re not too battered from your preavious battle?"

Pheonix Firebird!
Savitar!

"Gladiators step forth. The hour of your fight is drawing near. Glory to the winner! Redemtion to the one who does not leave the field! And gold for me...lots of it!"
Prospero´s laughter thundered across the yard.


The thread will be up as soon as I think of an arena for you guys.

[Savitar]

Wow that was fast, looking forward to it ^.^. Keep in mind this will be my first time rp'ing so if I do something wrong don't be afraid to pm me and I will try my best to correct it, Thanks.

[Skiptag]

Good luck to you man ;) you'll see, its loads of fun once you get started

[Skiptag]

Crappy double post

[pheonix blckbrd]

ooc: i suppose you meant me raven? well...
ic:
MY NAME IS pheonix B L A C K B I R D you freakin old FART!!!

just lemme...
fogo

prospero's hair catch fire...


srry


savitar nice to meet ya lets make it fair and square shall we?

[Savitar]

Yup for sure

I deffinatly have some tricks up my sleeve for ya ^.^

[RavenLord]

Damn...sorry pheonix, it was after midnight and I was really tired.
...please spare the few bits of hair Prospero

[pheonix blckbrd]

;o

[ShadowDemen]

Alright, here's a basic outline of my character ShadowDemen:

Race:Human
Sex:Male
Age:20-25(can't decide yet...)
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Eye color: Black
Hair color: Black

Appearence: Black leather armor that covers every thing below his head, and a black mask that covers the lower portion of his face.

Equipment: Dual swords, a bit larger than most dual swords are, are at his sides, while a long sword hangs off his back. Also, he has around twelve bo shuriken(needle-like projectiles) in various spots along his body. For this tournament, he doesn't have his iron cheast plate or his hood, but the shoulder pads, shin guards, and wrist guards, made out of iron, are still there.(and house shurikens as well.

[Skiptag]

Im ready for a fight :) Heres my info:
Name: Skiptag
Race: Alfar
Sex: Male
Hair: None
Eye Color: Light blue
Playstyle: (Due to unsatisfactions with my former playstyle, which I basically copied from other sources, I changed my style yet again) Elemental Mastery, he can control the basic raw elements (Water, Earth, Fire, Air) But Water is his specialty.
Equipment: Has a staff made out of hardened cloud material which he can shape into any type of weapon except a bow and hammers. Also he has a talking shoulderpad named Imlor, which has a quite annoying habit of talking trash and giving useless advice during battle. His robe improves his water ability, its made out of a rare misty silk (Note: Mist). His shoes improve his ability to manipulate the earth, since theyre made out of tree-roots. His legguards Are like a channel between his robe and his shoes, they allow him to make mud. His helmet improves his fire ability, since its made out of the skull of an arch-demon Skiptag accidentally killed as a child.

[Marcus]

I'd love to get in on this (after a long absence from the RPing scene)
Character sheet:

Name: Marcus Serevus
Race: Human
Physical appearence: Tall, blonde, thin
Primary weapons: Gladius/Shortsword, Pilium (javeline), Dagger
Additional equipment: Net

Background Lore:
After service in his homelands Militia, Marcus began a long journey to begin to further understand the nature of his world. During this journey, however, he was captured by soldiers and taken to the Arena training pits, where he was forced to begin a new career as a gladiator... (this is where I would pick up)

[RavenLord]

[I]Pospero sat in front the two gladiators brought in front of him, trying to ignore a constant flow in insults from the shoulderpad.
"Well be testing the ancient hatered between humans and alfars...and how much profit one can gain from it."
A greedy smile spread across the old man

[ShadowDemen]

Sorry for the disappearence, but my connection has been screwed up from the recent flooding. So it goes down at random intervals. Tomorrow, if its up, I'll try to post in the Charlemagne v. Greng fight as well as the ShadowDemen v. Kyron figh. Sorry again.

[RavenLord]

No problems, ShadowDemen :)

[123kid4]

Name:Taren Celeb'Quessir also known as Karneambara Doltelme
Race:Mirdain
Physical appearence: Sort of a human build but a little less muscular and a bit taller. Silver hair and silver eyes.
Primary weapons:Jagged crude dual long knives. Longbow. Uses Paladin and Druid spells
Additional equipment: Green leather armor with green leather hood. Natuer enchanted and Light enchanted.

Lore:Taren's Parents were killed by orks and mahirim on his coming of age birthday. Driven by fury he set on a journey to gain power to destroy the orks and ressurect his dead parents. Trained in the Arts of Druidry and archery from his fellow elves he set off to Merendil where he would train with his distant human family who were paladins(that's why he is so human like).On his journey he encountered alfars and soon a rivalry be him and the alfars were made. He made it through alfar lands to his distant family. There he learned the power of the swordsmanship and the power of the light. He swore then to fight evil. He raised up a ban of men and started raiding ork, mahirim, and afar lands. Known for wearing a hood he got the name Karneambara Doltelme(elven for Robin Hood). He was finally captured and was put into the arena to die. Now he must fight to regain his freedom and to protect his life.

[RavenLord]

Wellcome!
Any opponents for the newcomer?? :)

[123kid4]

Wellcome!
Any opponents for the newcomer?? :)
None... yet.

[Trigon]

Add him to me and angry khans match baldr isnt showing up...

[RavenLord]

Alright. If you don

[ShadowDemen]

I'm still around. If the the new guy joins my arena, he'd better watch, not just for his opponents, but for pretty much anything, especially the crowd.:sly:

[RavenLord]

Alright, then...Kid, you can go ahead and join that fight. :)
(Bazeel vs. Khan vs. Emerald)

[Daarco]

God damn it, this sound cool.
But I havent choose yet what to play...but I will end up as your gladiator for sure

Hoping to become a rich pirate and to roleplay, therefore it will not be much time before the "law" gets me :ninja:

[RavenLord]

Well, as soon as you make up your mind, welcome...heh :)
I must add that for some odd reason, mahirim pirates have gained much popularity on these forums :D

[123kid4]

Name:Taren Celeb'Quessir also known as and prefered as Karneambara Doltelme
Race:Mirdain
Physical appearence: Human/Mirdain. Ghastly pale skin. Wild silver dreads and silver eyes.
Primary weapons:Jagged crude dual long knives. Dark batwing bow. Uses Necromancer and Druid spells
Additional equipment: Raggedy greenish black leather armor with leather hood.

Lore:Taren's Parents were killed by orks and mahirim on his coming of age birthday. Driven by fury he set on a journey to gain power to destroy the orks and ressurect his dead parents. Trained in the Arts of Druidry and archery from his fellow elves he set off to Merendil where he would train with his distant human family who were paladins(that's why he is so human like).On his journey he encountered alfars and soon a rivalry be him and the alfars were made. He made it through alfar lands to his distant family. There he learned the power of the swordsmanship and the power of the light. Through his joruneys for power to destroy the orks and ressurect his parents he became a wild outlaw world wide.He turned from the power of light of it's weakness and went to the dark side where he learned how to manipulate the shadows. Known for wearing a hood when pirating and raiding he got the name Karneambara Doltelme. He was chased by bounty hunters and guards throughout. He put his past behind him, his hatred, sorrows, grudges, and goals. He befriended anyone of any race as long as they didn't attack him. He was finally captured for his crimes. Now he must fight for his life in the arena.

Edit: I edited my character through the quote.:cool:

[Fallacious_Gee]

Name: Ocho
Race: Human
Appearance: 160 lbs, 6' when straight up (usually hunches over; he thinks it makes himlook more dangerous). Skin is brown and leathery,. Face is swathed in a tangle of dark-brown wiry hair. He keeps his beard trimmed short, but it curls up around his ears to join his hair, which he's kept relatively short as well (a small pony tail, little more than a bob). He dresses in leathers; calf-high boots, pants that bunch at the ankles and don't tangle his feet, ans a harness across his chest.
Primary Weapon: A long leather bullwhip, which he's painstakingly maintained and slyly converted with minute shards of steel shavings and glass.
Additional Equipment: a net and two bolas. A special whistle that doesn't make any noise when blowed (It's a bird whistle). Thick leather glove for the left hand, that extends to the elbow.

((I'm assuming that all our 'gear' was confiscated upon capture, and they return it when we're released for fighting. Also, it's unlikely that I ripped anyone's character off in this, but I apologize if I did.))

Lore: Ocho was an animal tamer in his pre-criminal life. He tamed and faux-wrestled bears for carnivals, he caught and sold various falcons to lord and gentry. He even sold a few of the more...'beastly' animals to gladiator promoters. Then he discovered from a patron of one of his favorite watering holes that banditry was very profitable. He pulled up stakes and moved his operation to a craggy mountain pass known for being a haven for mountain lions. He trained several of the cats, caught and tamed a stormcrow (twice the size of regular crows, said to be harbringers of ill fortune), and began to prey on passing merchants. Pretty soon, other thugs heard about his operation, and began to join him. It took a military contingent to take him down, and he kept them at bay for two days with the help of his lions, various falcons, and moderately savvy bow-work from his henchmen. Nonetheless, he was eventually caught and sentenced to the chopping block. Saved at the last moment by the gladiatorial promoter's hehad dealt with in his past life, he thanked his luckky stars, and redoubled his plans to get out in one piece.

[123kid4]

I am editing my char.. again. Hopefully this is the last time

Name:Taren Celeb'Quessir also known as and prefered as Karneambara Doltelme
Race:Mirdain
Physical appearence: Human/Mirdain. Ghastly pale skin. Wild silver dreads and silver eyes.
Primary weapons:Jagged crude dual long knives. Dark batwing bow. Shaman(Druid/Necrolock) and Paladin spells
Additional equipment: Raggedy greenish black leather armor with leather hood.

Lore:Taren's Parents were killed by orks and mahirim on his coming of age birthday. Driven by fury he set on a journey to gain power to destroy the orks and ressurect his dead parents. Trained in the Arts of Druidry, advanced archery, and basic swordmanship from his fellow elves he set off to Merendil where he would train with his distant human family who were paladins(that's why he is so human like).On his journey he encountered alfars and soon a rivalry be him and the alfars were made. He made it through alfar lands to his distant family. There he trained in advanced swordsmanship and the power of the light. Through his joruneys for power to destroy the orks and ressurect his parents he became a wild outlaw world wide. He learned how to use the powers of darkness and combined them with the Druidry to form the power of shamanism.With the power of shamanism, paladinism, and his amazing swordsman and marksman skills combined he was incredibly powerful. Known for wearing a hood when pirating and raiding he got the name Karneambara Doltelme. He was chased by bounty hunters and guards throughout. He put his past behind him, his hatred, sorrows, grudges, and goals. He befriended anyone of any race as long as they didn't attack him. He was finally captured for his crimes. Now he must fight for his life in the arena.

[RavenLord]

fallacious and kid...wanna fight? :p

[123kid4]

fallacious and kid...wanna fight? :p
Sure, I'm up for the challenge. Put me in the arena.

[Fallacious_Gee]

Sure, I'm up for the challenge. Put me in the arena.
I'm ready for a throwdown as well.

[RavenLord]

Ocho and Taren Celeb'Quessir
You

[Deathfang]

OOC: I can't resist this rp, I thought about watching it for awhile, but it's too much to resist, so im going to join in, just a quick question can we use hybrid characters, because I have a kick ass character that I made up and want to know if I can use him hehe.

[RavenLord]

You char is your own to make, as long as it

[Deathfang]

Alright good then my charachter should be good, although I won't post him just yet, im going on vacation for a few days very soon, so i'll post when I get back.

[Skiptag]

Raven, I'm up for a fight if you want ;O If you don't remember my character I will repost it, there are some changes I want to make.. so..

[RavenLord]

Elias vs Skiptag (and Imlor? :p). Sounds good to me. Just gimme a day or two to find some time for the fight.

[Fallacious_Gee]

If my opponent doesn't show up soon, might I join you guys? I feel slighted...

[Fallacious_Gee]

If my opponent doesn't show up soon, might I join you guys? I feel slighted...

[RavenLord]

three way fight...hm mm, why not make it eaven more interesting?
Anyone else wanna join in? :p

[Beauregard]

This still open for new commers? I'd love to try my hand at this.

Character Sheet
Name: Jonathan Beauregard
Race: Human of Mercia
Physical Appearance: 6'3, 190lbs, broad of shoulder but lean and sinewy, and powerfully muscled for his slender build. His eyes are bright blue and his hair is dark blond, worn tied back in a tightly woven braid that hangs between his shoulders, and he sports a thin, finely groomed goatee. His reflexes and sensory responses are like lightning, and he moves with the fluid grace and coordination of a panther.

Additional Equipment: Jonathan is very pragmatic about his armaments, and generally will use whatever weapons and armor at hand that best suit the situation. In single combat, Jon is partial to a reasonably light set-up of thick, tightly woven chainmail and boiled leather, with thin steel vambraces, greaves and gorget, and a full helm with generous cut-outs for his face and field of vision rather than the protection of a visor. His primary weapon is a nondiscript longsword, finely made but no different from a thousand others, and he wears a mid-sized slightly domed round shield on his left forearm. The only other weapon Jonathan carries with him at all times is a small, silver knife worn at the small of his back under his tunic.

Short Background: In his youth, Jonathan was apprenticed to a wealthy and worldly sorcerer named Mordane Durai, and the magi provided them a life that most kings would envy. They travelled the world in splendor, and Jonathan grew up trained and educated by the finest wise men and masters-at-arms in every land of Agon. Mordane himself trained Jonathan in the arcane arts, and taught him the secrets of magic and the discipline of elemental manipulation. Jon lived as Mordane's apprentice for twelve years, until a bloody betrayal taught him his master's true nature and purpose, and he turned on him. The events leading to Mordane's death shattered the world that Jonathan knew, but he picked up what his master let fall and he continues the quest Mordane pursued, although Jon pursues his own goals and to what end is anybody's guess.

Crime: Heresy, contradicting the teachings and beliefs of the Morganic church within the very walls of Gaunt Castle.

[RavenLord]

[I]"Pagan, Heretic, Devil Himself! Call him whatever you like, to me he is nothing but a big pile of gold! Like the rest of, to me he has no other name than profit. Your past crimes are forgotten here, for your death will be your redemption in the face of gods!"
Prospero laughed long and hard before turning back to the newcomer that was standing shackeled in front of him.
"So, my profit, I care not about your crime, only about your courage in the face of death! Do you know what courage is, profit? Do you have any?"
Prospero

[Fallacious_Gee]

Ocho, brought forth in chains by two armed guards, is tossed to the floor. His whip and whistle follow suit. "Slime, I told you I dont want to fight! I've got your number, you! This is brutality!" He continues to scream a steady river of threats and obsenities until the guards finish laughing at him and leave. Ocho gets up and looks Prospero in the eye. "So, do I get to fight or what?"

[RavenLord]

[I]"Don

[Beauregard]

Sounds good to me.

Lookin forward to a good fight Ocho :)

[RavenLord]

Terribly sorry for the delay, ppl. You guys should just agree yourslef about the arena and start the fight without me :(

[BlueLion70]

Name:Vraxor
Race: Mahirim
Physical appearence:8 Feet tall, shaggy grey fur with magical runes painted in the blood of the magic wielders that he defeats, unable to cast spells he has knowledge about protective enchantments, one grey eye and one yellow eye, thin for his race but more agile. The black hair grows thick on Vraxor, making him much more wolflike than others of his race.
Primary weapons:A single 15 foot long chain with a heavily spiked ball on either end. Hands, feet, and teeth.
Additional equipment: The magical runes on his body are painted in blood, whenever he kills a foe who has a proficiency in magic, he takes their blood and uses it to create magical runes on his body, they provide him with minor magical and physical protection, as he is hit the runes will glow and swirl. He wears a magical amulet that silences all noises made by him when he moves, it was the only item given to him for his exile, he always wears it as a constant reminder of his past.

Vraxor was once a powerful warchief in his tribe when his army turned on him for being too cruel. He was thrown out of the tribe with only the magical amulet and exiled forever. As part of his sentence, his tongue was cut out, forever preventing him from shouting orders again. He is a very powerful warrior, able to run faster, jump higher, and react more quickly, he is unable to withstand heavy blows, he also refuses to wear armor, believing that true warriors should not hide behind a shield and helmet.
He is very skilled with his weapon, able to twirl it around himself and nearby objects to aid his fighting, if forced to fight in close range combat without his weapon he will rely on his powerful fists, legs, and jaws. His nails are regularly bitten so that they can't get caught in the chain links. He calls his weapon Rik'taan, or Painbringer.

[RavenLord]

Any opponents for vraxor? :D

[BlueLion70]

Just so you know, Vraxor is going to be played by my friend, I think his ID is Trunx1, or something like that. It's his character, he made it logged in as me when his account wasn't working.

[RavenLord]

roger that.

[trunx1]

Hi I'm the one who will be taking over Vraxor, heres a bit more history of him:

Vraxor was once the battle-chief of the Crimson Shadow clan, he was the most ferocious and dangerous warrior, yet he would punish those in his army who did not fulfill his expectations with death, and declaring there remains "weak food", food unfit to feed strong warriors. His brother and lieutenant, Tryn, was the one to start the mutiny and one of the lucky survivors, losing only his eye while trying to subdue his brother. In the end it was Rahzek, the son of the tribe's leader, who was able to bring Vraxor into submission, cutting out Vraxor's tongue as a penalty for his actions, then exiling him form the tribe with only a magical amulet as a final payment for his service.

Vraxor's crime was that after he was exiled, he was found one night in the forge of a small Mercian town. The owner was dead on the floor, and Vraxor had just finished re-crafting his weapon. While being questioned in the small barracks, Vraxor flew into a rage and killed everyone in the barracks and the rest of the town, filled mostly with farmers. Only the militia was eaten before the rampage because only strong animals can make strong food.

Ready for a battle whenever anyone else is.

[BlueLion70]

If Vraxor has nobody to fight, I would fight him. That'd make for a fun match. I'd could use Tarannon, even though he died in my last match, or I could make up another character, maybe a mage or something.

[RavenLord]

Well then...I

[Judge-Jimmie]

Name: Alam Nam Moignar

Race: Dwarf

Physical Appearance:
Alam stands at a mere 4'. Don't let this height disadvantage fool you though. He is a fierce fighter with the body of an ork. His legs are strong and his arms, well lets just say what would your arms look like if you grew up pounding in forges everyday on armor with a 50-100 pound hammer. He had a beard, be it a weak one. Alam is often teased among dwarves for his beard is more like a man going 3 days without shaving. He has short hair as well, and looks nothing like a typical hairy dwarf. He's actually quite well groomed and looks clean and fit. He has no scars or tatoo's on his body. This among his dwarf friends is another weakness. He boasts back though, that it is because he moves so fast his enemies never touch him in battle. His armor is so strong that an Ork Slamming down upon him with a great halberd wouldn't put a scratch in it.
Basically Alam has a more built Dwarf body, but a cleaner looking head.

Primary Weapons: Alam is especially skilled with any kind of axe, pick, or anything with a long handle and a pointed end. Alam in battle prefers to use his finely crafted two-handed battle axe. The handle of his axe is made of the wood from the Mirdain's Sun Bow. The handle is covered in a steel type metal so that the wood isn't exposed. The head of the axes is probally a good 3 feet wide. It is made of the strongest metal know to the world of agon. Alam made this weapon by himself. He locked himself in his smithy for 6 weeks and came out with this. Other dwarves look upon his axe in envy and awe at his crafting skills. His axe spares him from the ridicule other dwarves give him because of his facial hair.

Additional Equipment: Alam takes what he can get. He has a knack for making things out of nothing, give him a rock and he will make it sharp. He has a rare ability among dwarves. He can feel for metal inside of objects and manipulate it to his will. This is why some say he has never been touched by a sword or dagger, they always bend arround him. Alam keeps a belt of 2 small throwing hatchets, a rope, and some a heat torch that allows him to melt rocks and metal in seconds. He wears very tough armor. A glancing blow from a sword will not even scratch it. If you hit him hard enough and dead on, then you may have a chance. He also wears a helmet that is comletly enclosed and onlyh has slits for his eyes.

Reason for Capture: While Alam was spending time in the Human capital city, some of the taxes went missing. Word spread quickly of Alams ability to bend metal. The guards were baffled in the case and were conviced that the only way into the chest was to do just that. The guards arrested him as he was heading back to his home. They found no gold on him, but they found some unussually expensive trinkets. Alam claims they were bought with gold from his father and claims his innocence, the guards claim otherwise and sold him to the gladiator ring!

P.S. For the general hate of the Mirdain I've seen arround these forums I'm surprised so many people are pretending to be one.

P.S.S First Dwarf..... *Does the classic Dwarf drunk off his arse dance.*

[RavenLord]

So bluelion...still wanna fight your friend, or should I match the metal-bending, arse-dancing dwarf against him? :D

Welcome aboard, jimmie!

[Judge-Jimmie]

"Me against this Mahirim? I should think I would get a stronger opponent than some dog. However I will accept the challenge. He may be 4 feet taller, but he is no match for my axe!"

Do we get all of our stuff in gladiator matches? This is my first time doing it and looking over the other ones, it seems people decided what they get.

[BlueLion70]

Let them fight, since I've fought already and they haven't.

[RavenLord]

You get the equipment you specify in your char sheet...I

[trunx1]

OOC: since vraxor can't speak, everything i put in quotes will be his thoughts to himself, for simplicity sake. Also, Judge-Jimmie, please let me know which parts of your dwarf are covered with this armor, since my character wears none of his own and only has 1 weapon I'd like to know where the gaps are, meaning, does he have a helmet, platemail armor, chainmail, etc. Thanks :)

Vraxor, chained to the wall like some common dog, heard that he was to fight a dwarf.
"So, I am to battle a beard-child. This should prove fun, I hope there is enough left of him to eat after the match, the strong-food here is not fit for a true warrior like me."

[Judge-Jimmie]

He has all Mail so a peice on his chest thighs, shins, feet, arms and head. The gaps in between the peices however is just leather and cloth. His back is also mostly exposed, for Alam believes a true warrior would stand and fight him face to face, not behind his back. He felt it uneeded to armor there.

[trunx1]

Awesome, thanks, sounds like this will be a really fun match.

[Beauregard]

As my opponant has yet to show up for our fight, I am still available to throw down if anyone else is up for it :)

[BlueLion70]

I want to fight Beauregard. Bring it!

[RavenLord]

"Law they call it. Bah! Restrictions and regulations all to make life hell for an honest entertainer!"
Prospero bellowed as he stepped once more through the courtyard of his private belongings. It had been a long, long time.
"At last they regained their sences and cancelled the ban of gladiator fights due to theirs 'extreme brutality'. Bah, they haven´t seen brutality yet!"
His rage was building up as usual, his pulse rose and his face glowed red like the blood that would soon fill his arenas again.
"Now, where´s my profit? Get back here cowardly scum! Have you lost your guts?"

OOC: Forgive me for letting this one die. I´m not eaven gonna start makin´ up excuses. Well, I resurrected it now. You know the drill. Post the char sheet here and you´ll get your fight (if you already have a char sheet, please post what page it´s on). Anyone interested is most welcome to join. There are also some old unfinished fights, I´d love to see resolved.... see how it goes, eh?

PS: Do read post #1 before you post.

[Skiptag]

Good to see this one back on track again :)

Name: Krym
Age: 23
Height: 1 m 94
Weight: 87 Kg
Fighting style: Brawling, like an animal. On all fours he feels more comfortable
Equipment: Leather tunic, leather hood, enchanted knuckles which can extend claws (boy talk about a wolverine ripoff) and cotton shoes with leather soles.

[RavenLord]

Look what kind of beast crawled through my gates. Disgusting! No more a man than that filthy dog over there. Is there anyone among you gutless cowards who dares dispose of this piece of trash? He spoils the air itself every moment he stays here!

((Good to see ya takin´ interest in this, Skip :)

[Skiptag]

"Who's spoilin' the air here, asshole? Take a look at your own ugly mug!"
Krym received a blow in his stomach from one of the four guards needed to keep him down.
"Shut up, piece of trash! Your master Prospero's property now!"
Krym growled. If he wasn't exhausted from the bumpy cart ride he'd...

[trunx1]

You should just make an entire new post, where people can post profiles