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(OOC: Shadowrun, gonna play that at the weekend with my mates... Love that game )
*BD sets down in front of a hospital and Reaper uses his magic to teleport Fenris where he can get help. RD sets down and lets Blarg off before collapsing to the floor.
(OOC: Hm, I have gotten the tickets to the club, gone in the club. Found nothing, hired the Jamacan guy from the bar. Done a lot of stuff, nothing more to do now.)
*Reaper turns to Blarg and punches him in the face.
"I'm not on the dark side anymore, just an evil black mage. Count yourself lucky we weren't in the air on the dragons when you did that, otherwise you would go splat on the floor."
OOC: Use the cred-stick from the morgue on the phone and call your girl-friend(the number is in your room) Ask her about calls(or something like that) and she'll tell you Glutman's number. Hang up, call Glutman. The secretary will tell you he isn't in, he's at the club. Hang up, find Glutman and talk to him. You'll wind up in a new area.
*Suddently a portal opens through the floor an a scream is heard:"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!""MAN THAT FUCKING HURT!!!"..."WHere the hell am I???"
Gizmo wrote:OOC: Use the cred-stick from the morgue on the phone and call your girl-friend(the number is in your room) Ask her about calls(or something like that) and she'll tell you Glutman's number. Hang up, call Glutman. The secretary will tell you he isn't in, he's at the club. Hang up, find Glutman and talk to him. You'll wind up in a new area.
(OOC: Cred-stick? Never saw one. I presume you mean the place where you first wake up?)
The sky still filled with the flames of the floating fortress, a dull rumble shakes the area as a thunderstorm rolls in. The ancient and charred door of the arena lounge swings open with a creak. Footfall fills the air, and the fine leather boots of a man hit the dust into the air. The man is cloaked almost entirely by his faded green leather cape, pulled across his face to protect it from the dust. His white hair flutters in the winds.
"It seems that much has changed," the murmour is almost unhearable. As the cloak is cast to the ruined stone tile, his rustic 16th century clothing is revealed. The only sign that points to a life other than poverty is the glistning sword hilt dangling from his sash. It shines silver in the hazy sunlight.
There is a satisfying *shing* as the the alloyed bladed unsheathes itself in his right hand. The scabbards hits the ground with a crash, landing in a small patch of brown weeds growing in the cracks. The man wields the massive broadsword effortlessly in one hand. Runes glow deep blue and the blade slices through the air and into the earth.
"Those who have survived so far, I challenge you. it is me, your champoin, Janus, the mighty Bloodbath!"
From the hazy mist of dust, bright currents of electricity join together to strike the ground, sending sparks of energy everywhere. The dispersed mana drifts for a moment before absorbed by the powerfull warrior mage.
*Reaper hear the familiar footsteps entering the arena, he knew what it meant. He turned to see a warrior holding a runesword much like his own standing by the door. He knew the face, it was Bloodbath, his old opponent. Reaper made no move to challenge him and leant on his runesword, he always waited for personal challenges before fighting.
*Another warrior appears from the east side of the Arena...the rising sun illuminates a man, dressed in a tunic and pants, and a black cloak. The hilt of his sword catches the day's first light with a bright glare. A glare reflected in the eyes of the wolf by his side.
He and the wolf stride into the arena, and they look at the swords of the two other fighters. Remembering days long past and forgotten, Haplo leans against the wall and waits for the fight to commence.
well well well, it seems that some old foes have returned.....
nice...
You are losing it, doesn`t matter, let`s close our eyes and wake up from this dream.....
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Never attribute to malice what can satisfactorily be explained away by stupidity.
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ok well then ill fight whoever lives tru the battle....
You are losing it, doesn`t matter, let`s close our eyes and wake up from this dream.....
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Never attribute to malice what can satisfactorily be explained away by stupidity.
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The is a slight whistle before his form blurrs, and the silver in his blade catches the hazy sun with a twinkle. Blarg looks to his left. Nothing. To his right? Nothing. Behind him? No... Above? A bolt of lightning arcs from the sky, leaving a wake of blue light. It touches with bloodbath's blade, held a few feet above blarg. The lightning seems hardly contained in the sword as it comes down upon its opponent. A mad grin fills bloodbath's face.
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