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Adamsm
Morgan La Fey
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh
Morgan nursed his brew in the back of the bar, a simple smirk on his face.
This is what were up against? Sad really; I was hoping for an actual challenge for once.
He thought to himself, putting down the empty mug and standing up, then headed for the door, his smirk still there.
Post by
Monday
Pätryn
The Arena
Pätryn grimaced at the sight of the smirking combatant. "Pride," he muttered quietly to himself, "Always the fall of man is pride."
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Adamsm
Morgan La Fey
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh
"And under estimating your opponent' skill is a bad plan." Morgan laughed, hearing what the other had said. He gave him a salute and continued out of the bar, still chuckling as he went, his hands on his pistols still hidden in his sleeves as he went.
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Monday
Pätryn
The Arean
Pätryn raised an eyebrow, but made no comment. However he did loosen his hand on the knife hidden in his robe.
((Uncomfortable to wear armor all the time,))
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Adamsm
Morgan La Fey
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh
Morgan returned to the room he was staying at and stopped for a moment, seeing Silent One kneeling before the reconnected bones of the bandit. He considered for a moment, then shrugged and headed into the bathing room to get himself clean before getting ready for sleep.
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Patty
Diversity
Dustwallow Marsh
"Ugh..." Lilitha moaned, peeling herself from the tough ground. She rubbed some sleep from her eyes, and sat up.
Romal groaned a quiet "Good morning," as he rubbed his neck. Renold was still fast asleep, and his pet was staring at the trio intently, whip in hand.
"Wake him up then, fel-cursed demon!" the tauren exclaimed angrily at the succubus, who whipped Renold gently; but hard enough to wake him up.
"But -" Lily managed to stop herself talking for once, not wanting to cause an argument with the techslayer.
The warlock jumped, his heart almost in his mouth. "Very funny..." he mumbled, picking up a mirror and examining his extremely messy, static hair. "Great." he sighed, Syalenes disappearing with a click of the human's fingers. Lily giggled, enquiring what they dreamt about - mentioning something about a horned horse with wings chasing a hawkstrider.
Diversity packed up their belongings in almost silence, and Lily found herself following Romal again, Renold behind her.
Post by
Joemaster240
Character: Squeancey (tinker), Squeancie (Steam warrior), Squeance (Techno mage)
Blackwing Arena
The sister's had been running around the entire arena for awhile when Squeancey and Squeance couldn't run anymore and stopped to catch there breath. "Come on guys there's so much more to see."Squeancie said excitedly. "Yeah...but....we....can....see....it....all....tommmorow." Squeancey said breathing heavily. "Yeah your right." Squeancie said. "Let's go find our room then." she said asking directions to there room.
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Mazaniam
Crystal + Mia Orcstalker
Floor Five, Block D.
Mia opened a large door, made of plain wood. The inner room was fine. Four beds, a table, a basic gnomish stove, and a balcony.
"It's.... good." said Pathal, ever the optimist.
"It'll do. Raz, when do we have our first match?" Mazani asked, throwing her satchel under the nearest bed.
"I don't know just yet." He replied.
"I didn't catch you're names..." Mia said from behind them.
"Oh, where are my manners?" Razrula aplogised. "I'm Razrula, call me Raz. This is Mazani, and the Elf is Pathal."
"Good to know." She smiled at them, before climbing into the used bed and instantly falling asleep.
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Joemaster240
Character: Squeancey (tinker), Squeancie (Steam warrior), Squeance (Techno mage)
Blackwing Arena
They arrived at there room and went in. Squeancey, and Squeance flopped onto one of the three beds in the room. Squeancie simply sat down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling bored. The other two quickly fell asleep. When she was sure they were asleep Squeancie sat up and ran out of the room, pulled out her minaturized mech suit and re-enlarged it and strapped herself in and took off to practice.
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Monday
Maelstrom
Blackwing Arena
Pätryn talked quietly with an arena official.
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Adamsm
Morgan La Fey, Molly Ka-Boom Twinwrench, The Silent One
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh
Silent One sat crossed legged on the floor near his servant, drawing on the energy needed to activate the bone construct. His eyes were closed behind his helm, his focus completely on the ritual, drawing on the power he had gained while spending the night in the grave.
Morgan watched disinterestedly as he cleaned his rifle, his pistols already tripled checked and working perfectly. Molly was in their room as well, working on a few small inventions as they waited for their team mate to head off and start their first match for the day. "How long does this take?" She asked, looking up from where she was tinkering with a small bomb-shaped robot. "No clue Molly." Morgan answered, holding the rifle up and looking down the scope.
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Patty
Diversity
The Arena
"So...we're here!" Lily excitedly burst out, taking in loud gasps, ooh's and aah's.
"Evidently." Renold rolled his eyes, Syalenes going ahead to register the team as Romal tinkered with the metallic arm which held a blade within.
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Adamsm
Morgan La Fey, Molly Ka-Boom Twinwrench, The Silent One
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh
"I'm ready." Silent suddenly spoke standing up and pointing at the skeletal construct which stood up and moved to stand behind him, the creature silent as it stood waiting for an order. "Bout time." Molly muttered, getting up and running out of the inn to her waiting battle suit, Morgan and the Graven One following behind.
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Patty
Diversity
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh
Syalenes told her master in the demonic tongue that "
It is all organised, here's our room key. Oh, and because we have a girl we got more room than the rat of a goblin would have paid for.
" Renold nodded, and clicked his fingers again - his minion having served its purpose as the succubus disappeared.
"Where d'we go?" asked Lily, biting her lip in anticipation. The warlock sighed to himself, mumbling "This way, follow me." as the elf and large tauren followed.
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Patty
Diversity
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh
"When's our match?" the large techslayer enquired.
"In a few hours." Renold replied calmly.
"What? Why didn't you tell us! Silly boy! We need to get ready and stuff now!" Lily sighed, her armour safely tucked into her backpack. She noted three women walking past, and couldn't help but glare at them. "Reckon we're fighting them?" she asked nervously. The two men shrugged.
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