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Post by Clair Feldsky on Oct 8, 2012 9:52:15 GMT -6
OoC: Takes place between Round 1 and 2. Fighters can speak with other fighters in the arena pit. Observers can get snacks. xP
BiC:
Clair rubbed her hands over her arms feverishly. They still tingled lightly from all the dark energy which had gone off around her, but she'd been told it would fade with time. As if that wasn't obvious. It was more of a nuisance than anything else though. She'd already been looked at by the medic, who had done his best to restore whatever injury Night Lily had done to her with his dubiously worn healing staff. He assured her that it was freshly charged as she had seen it, but she certainly couldn't tell.
Now there was a moment's peace in the arena pit. Of course, the noise of the crowds hadn't faded. If anything, it had grown louder than usual. She moved to the edge and looked up into the stands. People were milling about. Getting snacks and drinks. Refilling flasks no doubt. She wondered how many times the food here could feed a road town in Ilia....
[Red]"Attention combatants! The second round will begin in about twenty minutes! Catch your breath and see to any last minute preparations!"[/Red]
The warning was appreciated by Clair, even if the wait would likely stretch out for an eternity now. She started wandering away from the edge, slowly making her way further back under the stands to mingle with the rest of the fighters. Richter would be around here somewhere. As well as Wyatt and his friend Mana. Some of the others would be here too. There was Richter.
"So how's the head? Good job on the match by the way, Ardus, but I wish you'd just ditch the axe and pick up your sword again."
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Oct 8, 2012 19:16:04 GMT -6
[red]"Oh I don't know Clair...I might be a bit offended if he tossed a weapon I'd given him personally."[/red] Came a brash and young voice from the side as the smith approached the pair of them. He grinned a bit as he looked over Richter's disguise, yeah, there was no doubting it now. [red]"I almost didn't recognize you, until I saw the axe. No way a smith would forget the first weapon they ever forged. It's good to see you both again."[/red]
Wyatt hadn't seen Mana since the end of her match, but they refused to let him into the medical area, something about people trying to sabotage the combatants and their gear. He was sure that she would be ok...but it was still a little worrying.
[red]"And Clair, I see your fists haven't gotten and weaker then the last time. Glad I wasn't on the receiving end this time. Do you actually fight with the lance, or is it just a trick to fool your opponents so you can beat their brains in?"[/red] He teased her slightly.
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Yaen
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Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
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Post by Yaen on Oct 8, 2012 23:24:11 GMT -6
Yaen looked over his Wyrm Slayer with lament. The once beautiful, flawless sword was now charred, with darkened bits of metal here and there. Hopefully, he could shine off the worst of it, but he knew it would require a professional to bring it back to it's former glory. It was almost childish, really. After all, swords weren't meant to be decorations. But he felt a little bad, knowing that the first mark of battle it had received was because he hurled it into a mage's Elfire spell.
Still, it got the job done. Nicholas even admitted that it had caught him completely off guard, though Yaen wouldn't go as far to say it would have given him a heart attack. Speaking of...
"Best play it safe today." he commented to himself, pulling a little out of his robe. He'd wished he'd left it with Wein now, considering that it had almost been burnt to a crisp, but live and learn. Opening it, he pulled out a little ball that looked a sickly, dark greenish-brown color. He popped it into his mouth and grimaced. It was strong, bitter, and the texture left much to be desire. Normally, he'd put his heart medicine in his tea, but right now wasn't exactly the best time to be taking in liquids.
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Post by Richter Abend on Oct 9, 2012 17:35:04 GMT -6
"People focus too much on their opponent's weapon," interjected Richter, as if explaining Clair's actions. "A well thrown punch can send someone to their knees, and if they don't react in time, well, it's usually game over." The disguised Ilian then turned his gaze to Clair, giving her a slight raise of his eyebrow. "That being said, you were on her like wolf on a deer. Her head must still be spinning."
"As for my head, I'll be fine," Richter continued, tapping the cut on his face, now thinly covered with a greenish-white paste. "They had some medicine in the back, so I doubt it'll scar. Not that it would make too much a difference if it did." The Ilian's hand unconsciously drifted across his face, feeling a couple of the scars that had taken their mark upon his face. They were visual record of the battles he'd been in, and in that sense, this one would be forgotten.
"And it's good to see you too, Wyatt," he said, now officially addressing the younger axe-fighter. There was little reason to maintain his disguise in front of the red-haired youth. "Glad to see you made it out of Etruria. I sincerely thought you might be dead. Should have known that anyone who can make this solid axe would be solid themselves."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Oct 10, 2012 10:30:43 GMT -6
Clair turned her head and looked back over her shoulder as Wyatt approached. There was a moment of absorbing what he said, before it turned to a small grin of amusement. The last time they'd met hadn't had the most ideal of introductions. Oddly enough, she was treated to Richter explaining the logic behind her strategies, and herself fighting off of instinct. That was a switch for her.
I just didn't see another option with how she was running me every which way. It had to end.... I should have been ready for Luna's effects, but I'd never faced it before." She grimaced as she remembered that blast she'd purposely leapt into. Anything else she would have been able to shrug off long enough to finish the match, or so she thought. The way Luna pierced defenses was far worse than anything she'd taken before. It hadn't caused any long lasting effects though, thank goodness.
"I'm glad your head is ok, R- Ardus. And, I'm glad you came out alright, Wyatt. The crowd loved your matches. I think I'm going to let you two catch up for a bit though. I'll be wandering around." She turned to leave, giving one last affectionate look to Richter as she drifted off.
She moved slowly through the arena pit, posture erect. She saw a few of the people she'd noticed earlier, in the waiting line. She noticed other combatants she'd seen on the field. One of them was the sacaen swordsman.
"Yaen, Prince of Blades, correct?" She stepped up behind him. "Your foot race with the sage's fire was impressive stuff."
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Aurek
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Post by Aurek on Oct 10, 2012 20:20:03 GMT -6
Gah, I hate this! Aurek was wandering around, looking for his cloak. At first, he had been frantic when he realized he had left it behind. Medics had come over to check on him before rudely being ignored. He had no time for their help. If he didn't have that cloak before the next fight happened, he'd have more problems than just the minor scrapes and exhaustion he was currently experiencing. It had taken a little bit before he realized running around like an idiot wouldn't help. Stupid! You should have never thrown your cloak! He almost facepalmed. Almost.
All the fighters were kept in the same area, which meant either one of the fighters had his cloak, or he was completely screwed. Trying to navigate through the crowd was not easy. Aurek was tired, sore and very aggravated. Even in his best condition, he was less than graceful. Add in the fact that the only reason he made it through the first fight was due to adrenaline, which was now gone, and Aurek did look like a stumbling drunk. The only reason he hadn't collapsed on the ground was the support from his lance.
As he gingerly made his way through the crowd, the slightest bump liable to send him sprawling, he decided to change tactics. He remembered his "friend", The Lost Swordsman. He might be able to help. Probably could move better than me. Aurek leaned against a wall as he searched. [Yellow]"Blasted! Why can't I find anything?[/Yellow]
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Oct 10, 2012 23:37:11 GMT -6
Wyatt laughed a bit at Richter's compliment. [red]"Oh trust me, that wasn't even the worst situation I've been in this year. I've got some great stories to share when this is all over. We should sit down and share a meal, maybe a few drinks, and enough stories from the lot of us to last till the sun rises."[/red] He said, letting his eyes drift to the weapon. [red]"Man that thing is worn though. Maybe I should touch it up when we get done here. Anyway, it's good to see it in the hands of someone who really knows how to use it."[/red] He remarked, following Clair with his eyes as she went to talk to Yaen. Wyatt rolled his eyes slightly at this.
[red]"Hey, do me a favor. If you fight that guy, Yaen, kick his ass with that axe. It's nothing major, just a little history."[/red] He mentioned, turning his eyes from the pair of them, and back to his conversation with Richter. [red]"So what brings you here? I mean, I'm guessing you are trying to stay low profile...so why compete?"[/red] He asked this in a lower tone, trying to limit the ability of others to overhear.
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
Posts: 305
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Profession: Vagabond
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Yaen on Oct 11, 2012 8:34:33 GMT -6
Yaen tried not to grimace too badly as he swallowed the disgusting tasting medicine. With a shuddering sigh, he rested his Wyrm Slayer on his lap. He would need time to try and cover up the charring, but at least for now he could settle by sharpening it again. Whet stone in hand, he slowly, methodically ran it across the blade, the familiar scraping sound distracting him from his thoughts.
"Yaen, Prince of Blades, correct?"
Yaen slightly turned in his seat to look behind him. It was the woman who'd beaten the dark mage. What had her name been? Clair? Yes, that was probably it. He had to admit, up close, she was a pretty young woman.
The Swordmaster nodded. "Yes, but it's just Yaen. I'm not a prince of anything, that was just something the man at the register came up with." he replied. "You are... Clair, yes? Congratulations on your match against the dark mage."
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 11, 2012 16:38:22 GMT -6
While all the other fighters consorted, talking about this and that, complimenting each other on their fights and whatnot, Valcrist decidedly stayed away. As it turns out, he knew a surprisingly large amount of fighters here. Richter, Clair, Wyatt, Mana, and Yaen, he knew them all some way or another. Though it was really only Yaen he was worried about finding him out, it's been a long times since they last saw each other in which Valcrist found and nurtured his own fighting style. He could not escape the roots that were taught by Yaen however, he might be found out for something as simple as the reason he was here in the first place.
His body was healed, not that he was particularly beaten and battered before, just some nasty bruises, a small cut and some sprained bones. Still it felt good to be healed just after a fight, he's far more used to letting things heal naturally which is why he tries to avoid damage all together in the first place. A small white bandage was wrapped around his arm, where a tear of his clothing was being obscured. It didn't really do anything, but he thought it looked kind of cool.
He sat away from other fighters, his long curved blade in hand and a long white cloth in the other. He didn't have the time for a care taking, but he could at least keep it clean.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Oct 12, 2012 19:52:29 GMT -6
"Thankyou." The Ilian nodded her head in acceptance of his congratulations, a faint smirk tacked onto her expression. "Fighting a Luna caster Shamaness by myself wasn't something I went through training for specifically, but I managed. Much the same as you did against your opponent...." The disregard of her initial comment was making it a bit more difficult to make conversation with him than she'd expected. The reason she'd come over here was a casual interest in who else was victorious, and the similarities in their matches.
"So.... Are you here to fight or to compete? Seems like there's a pretty even split between people who are only here to fight, and others who actually want to test their limits." There was a distinction between the two. It wasn't always obvious, but Clair could see the difference.
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Post by Richter Abend on Oct 13, 2012 0:10:15 GMT -6
"Surveillance," replied Richter, lowering his voice in kind. "You know, just making sure the event goes smoothly by working a little ground level security. I have a better view of the backrooms from down here, and the disguise is primarily in case any of our friends show up to ruin the show."
The last part was a half-truth, as 'friends' in this case meant both Etrurians and rebels, but the Ilian hesitated to say anymore, since while he and Wyatt had formed a bit of a battle bond back in Etruria, he wasn't sure he wanted to go around broadcasting the threat of a rebellion. Especially not if he couldn't guarantee where Wyatt stood.
"It was mostly Clair's idea, though. She wanted to participate in the tournament to 'test her mettle' or at least something along those lines," Richter continued, "so I figured there isn't a much closer view you can get to the arena than the battle pit. I can see everything that goes on from down here." The now black haired fighter then crossed his arms, momentarily ruminating on a thought. "Now having fought through my first match, I'd say I rather enjoy testing my mettle."
"But you Wyatt, what brings you here? Are you testing your mettle as well, or is there some ulterior motive to jumping into the ring? I can't imagine you're just here to act out a grudge on a Sacaen."
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Wyatt
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Post by Wyatt on Oct 13, 2012 0:27:47 GMT -6
Wyatt listened carefully to what Richter said. It didn't seem like he was lying, but he was taking caution with his words. Likely hiding something, but there was nothing inherently wrong with that.
[red]"Actually, I didn't even know Yaen was going to be here. My companion, Mana, heard about this tournament and wanted to fight stronger people. I'm just here because...well, I didn't have much else to do."[/red] He said with a bit of a laugh. [red]"I really don't wish harm to Yaen, it's just his attitude about swords being the superior weapon irritates me. Last time I ran into him he basically said the axe was a graceless weapon, where only sword fighting was an 'art'. Well, to someone who makes all of those weapons, it kind of bugged me. So the idea of seeing him humbled by an axe, even better by my axe, well it's just far too tempting an outcome."[/red] He said, explaining a bit of the history to Richter. [red]"He's a good guy, but the ego of his bothers me. Mana completely adores him though, so I am kind of limited in how I can respond."[/red]
The fact that Mana pined after Yaen like that bothered Wyatt a little bit. It seemed like it was just based on how good he was with a sword. She hadn't judged him and his axe, indeed she had nothing but respect for his power, but maybe that love of swordplay was in the Sacaen blood.
[red]"Oh, are we expecting to see any 'friends' while this is going on? It'd be one hell of a surprise if we had no idea."[/red]
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Post by Mana on Oct 13, 2012 3:17:19 GMT -6
Mana didn't count the infirmary as somewhere she wanted to stay for long. This place had some weird smell of the medicines and strange ointments, there was some smell of blood from the injured fighters as well. Well, maybe she shouldn't complain, the people in this place had nursed her when she was unconscious, after all. A cleric had replaced her torn clothes with the new one, it was Bern-made but had Sacae design. They had healed some of her smaller wounds with magic and bandaged the rest. Her head also was bandaged and she had been forced to drink a bitter medicine to help her recover from the brain concussion, the only thing she liked from this treatment was the warm feeling when the healing spell was applied to her. After some further treatment, she was allowed to leave. They guided her into the waiting area so she wouldn't get lost, which she probably would if she went alone.
As soon as she arrived in the waiting area, the first person she wanted to see was Wyatt. For some reason, she already considered the blacksmith as a close friend although they didn't know each other for long. He had won as he promised, now it was her turn to tell him about her win. He probably watched the fight but she till wanted to tell him anyway. The girl started searching for a red head, he should be easy to find.
But then she stopped looking when she passed an old man, who were grunting over something that clearly annoyed him. Mana almost ignored him but she felt concerned anyway. She then eyed Aurek with curious look. "His name is...Aurek? Yes, that's the name...A veteran warrior." She couldn't clearly remember if she had watched his match or not, much because she didn't remember whether her match was before or after his.
"Whatever...I can look for Wyatt later," she thought to herself as she walked toward the veteran soldier. "Do you need some help gramps?" she asked, putting a hand on her waist. Mana wasn't sure why she offered her help, maybe because his look?
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Aurek
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Post by Aurek on Oct 13, 2012 20:14:00 GMT -6
Leaning against the wall had been a terrible idea. All of Aurek's muscles seemed to tighten up immediately during the brief rest. He could barely move. Unable to find his cloak or the Lost Swordsman, compounded with the fact that he could barely move was making Aurek irritable, to say the least. And some girl decided that was the perfect moment to come talk to him. Normally, he would have immediately chased her away, but that option was not viable. She seemed more than able to do just about anything she wanted to him, and there would be nothing Aurek could do about it. He was fairly certain she was the one who had used some insanely fast move to beat her opponent, definitely not something Aurek was ready to deal with.
Though he was loathe to do so, he decided to entertain her. [Yellow]"Yes, I could indeed use some help. I've lost my cloak and can't seem to find it anywhere. And all these people are getting in my way. You seem fleet of foot, as evidenced by your fight. Perhaps you could fetch it for me much easier than I could myself?"[/Yellow] It felt odd to accept help from a stranger, but Aurek desperately needed his cloak before the next round began. The strange situations I have been forced into as of late! My entire life seems to be crumbling around me. Curse whatever gods or fate that has thrust this upon me!
Not to let his entire persona be stripped from him by the circumstances, he added rather grumpily, [Yellow]"And don't call me 'gramps', you whippersnapper."[/Yellow] Better.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Oct 15, 2012 15:49:55 GMT -6
So many people, Tuatara thought, looking about the crowd. And everyone is talking to someone... He caught sight of his quarry and made a bee line toward her. It just goes against nature to take Bob. I must have him! He snaked his way threw the group, grinning and waving at Richter as he passed.
"CLAIR!!!!!!" Tuatara yelled, coming up from behind. He then caught sight of Yaen. Wow, so many people from home. I haven't been there in so long. "Hi, I'm Tuatara Yamen." He would have shook the mans hand but he seemed to be sitting. "Hey Clair I need to talk to you. But obviously your talking to someone, so I'll find someone else to talk too." And then he skedaddled.
Wheres that tall guy with the robes? Tuatara thought scanning the crowd. I need to talk to someone... And then he saw it, an old man sitting nearby, eating something. Seriously?
"Hello again," YourMom said.
"No, no, I refuse to talk to you," Tuatara said. "Honestly, your speech is too predictable. And your old." Tuatara didn't realize he was standing nearby the old guy with the spear. "Begone, old geezer. Your not cool enough for me." He waved his hand at the imaginary man, which happened to be the same direction as Aurek.
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