@Gear: So could you sort of GM something? I'd bring in some characters to fight some others if anyone wanted to, but I have to get them introduced first.
@Gear: Makes sense to keep them in a group for now.
Six figures found themselves in a pitch black room, with no recollection as to how they had gotten there. "Urgh...My head..." "That's the last time I accept a drinking challenge from Barbas..."
The room was filled with a chuckle, deep in tone and loud enough that it made the room feel as if it shook. "You repeat yourself so often I nearly mistook you for a parrot, Martym." "Tis true. Perhaps I shall simply never learn." The second voice joined in on the chuckling. "I can't see a thing. I wonder if this is what it's like for Balxy's--" The fourth voice was cut off by what sounded like a metal gauntlet smacking into the back of someone's head, followed by groans sounding like a man in pain. "Imbecile." "Quiet yourselves." The other five voices fell completely silent upon hearing the sixth, as if by a trained response. "Who is there? I've no patience for games."
There was scilence for a second."This is an automated system." A sereis of lights appeard along the floor, leading to a door-shaped hole. Light was spilling out of it, and it was impossible to see what was on the other side.. "If you wouldn't mind, please follow the lighted path."
OoC: @Dot I don't think you can enter the arena until there's a fight right about to start. Carmen would either be chilling in her room or picking her equipment out in the locker.
@Furi Once you're done with a match, you exit the arena so it reset and you can heal and re-equip. Your call if you take a break or go straight back in.
"I don't like this one bit." "And I am inclined to agree."
The nearly room-shaking laughter started up again. "And here I thought my peers were warriors, not children!" "Do not mistake caution for cowardice, you ungainly brute." "Why not let Barbas go through if you're all so scared of risking your own necks? Let him risk his own."
There was a sigh sounding like it came from the sixth voice. Soon after there was a metallic clanking that headed for the door.
Hearing the noise, the other five figures seemed to shrug and follow after the sixth, all of them heading through the doorway that was now revealed.
The five figures went through the door, temporarily blinded by the light. When the light faded, they found themselve looking into what seemed to be a dream hotel suite.
OoC: @Drak The suite changes itself depending on the tastes of the character(s) in it, so you have to describe it. I'm not sure how it's gonna work with six characters though.
Carmen was still watching the man on the screen, sipping her drink. [color=bb0066] Those flames didn't pack much to them... I hope whoever I get to face is much more entertaining. [/color]
The six figures entered to see what appeared to be a lavishly decorated castle rotunda with six doors. All around the hall, banners made of black velvet and lined with gold thread and bearing the insignia of a red cross hung.
One of the figures, a man in his early thirties, let out an impressed sounding whistle. "Almost like we're back in Phidoch, neh?"
None of the other figures responded to the man, to which the man simply shrugged. Each of the figures went to investigate a room, and each of them saw a bedroom just as lavishly decorated and furnished as the hall they were each adjoining. "If we are being held prisoner, they certainly spared no expense to ensure we were comfortable while being held." "Aye. Quite the gilded cage indeed." "What is our purpose for being brought here?" The sixth figure said in an authoritative and demanding tone, not seeming to be speaking to any of the other figures in the hall with him.
A team of medics seemed to appear out of nowhere, heading towards Jade. They healed all his wounds, then scurried off.
OoC: @Furi The character is healed by the medics, but broken equipment (smashed weapons, damaged armour, etc) has to be taken from the locker by the character themself.
Seeing that the Arena was empty, Carmen sighed as she stood up to grab a small jeweled dagger and a whip from the locker. [color=bb0066] ...Yes, this should be enough... [/color]
The earth-shaking laughter began once again, this time far more truly jovial than mocking. "Allow me to handle this myself!" The largest of the figures said to his apparent comrades. The man stormed off through the doorway into the locker-room, the others allowing him to do so and not seeming flustered by his actions. While in the locker-room, the large man took from the locker an enormous warmaul, as well as clipping a short-sword to his belt. Hoisting the maul onto his shoulders he charged out into the arena.
Second from the right is the one who's fighting right now.
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