Galath - En Route to the Arena
IC: Malto
"We need to move!" the minotaur replied to the invitation. This kind of magic was ungodly. The mana in the surrounding area was going wild, both escaping and investigating like a twister. "Be on your guard, we have no idea what we're going to find," he yelled over the howling winds coming from the Arena.
TAG: Yorgmiester
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Galath Arena - Battlering
IC: Gallis
Gallis removed his hood to face his rival, revealing his helmeted head. The metal was red, but appeared to be infused into his flesh, with veins continuing from his peach-orange skin onto the helmet. The "pattern" continued on his body armor, including his chestplate beating rapidly like an adrenaline-charged heart.
"Oh, good afternoon, Blind. Here to enjoy the sights?" he cackled. Gallis launched a large Chaos Bolt from his hand toward Blind.
TAG: Tirin
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Galath Arena - Rec Room
IC: Marc
The shockwave hit him like a pile of bricks. Without even thinking, Marc jumped down into the Waiting Room to check for anyone that might be hurt. He found Olm and Dalji in a corner, toppled over like rag-dolls. Blood dripped from their heads from a nearby shattered table that splintered into their foreheads. Marc acted quickly with a healing balm from his pack, removing the splinters and sealing the wounds.
Olm awoke, looking a bit dazed, and Dalji did the same shortly after. "Are you guys okay?" Marc shouted.
TAG: SaiFai
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Quiet Frost Outpost
IC: Azkin Orlo
With a final thrust, the coal reached the top of the trading hole. He watched the men around him scurry into the crevices into the cliffsides, the archers scaling the walls, and the gnomes incoming from the distance. Arrows began to rain into the incoming forces, and they began to drop like flies. Azkin armed himself with his warpick and shield, and rushed into the incoming army.
TAG: Fatscalyman
IC: Malto
"We need to move!" the minotaur replied to the invitation. This kind of magic was ungodly. The mana in the surrounding area was going wild, both escaping and investigating like a twister. "Be on your guard, we have no idea what we're going to find," he yelled over the howling winds coming from the Arena.
TAG: Yorgmiester
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Galath Arena - Battlering
IC: Gallis
Gallis removed his hood to face his rival, revealing his helmeted head. The metal was red, but appeared to be infused into his flesh, with veins continuing from his peach-orange skin onto the helmet. The "pattern" continued on his body armor, including his chestplate beating rapidly like an adrenaline-charged heart.
"Oh, good afternoon, Blind. Here to enjoy the sights?" he cackled. Gallis launched a large Chaos Bolt from his hand toward Blind.
TAG: Tirin
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Galath Arena - Rec Room
IC: Marc
The shockwave hit him like a pile of bricks. Without even thinking, Marc jumped down into the Waiting Room to check for anyone that might be hurt. He found Olm and Dalji in a corner, toppled over like rag-dolls. Blood dripped from their heads from a nearby shattered table that splintered into their foreheads. Marc acted quickly with a healing balm from his pack, removing the splinters and sealing the wounds.
Olm awoke, looking a bit dazed, and Dalji did the same shortly after. "Are you guys okay?" Marc shouted.
TAG: SaiFai
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Quiet Frost Outpost
IC: Azkin Orlo
With a final thrust, the coal reached the top of the trading hole. He watched the men around him scurry into the crevices into the cliffsides, the archers scaling the walls, and the gnomes incoming from the distance. Arrows began to rain into the incoming forces, and they began to drop like flies. Azkin armed himself with his warpick and shield, and rushed into the incoming army.
TAG: Fatscalyman
