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Post by Tismri on Jan 3, 2009 14:56:45 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, this thread takes place a long time ago. This is just after "Unpleasant News." So, no ancient Riders. Marola has not yet met Nerasa, so she doesn't know that she's half-elf. Jeriah's here to see if she can find Lathem, against everyone else's advice. Note: the arena battles will probably get pretty desciptive and gory.
Marola sat in a semi-private box above the arena field, waiting for the gates to be lowered and the next fight to begin. Curled around her lap was her small green dragon, Rauthr. The hatchling, who was less than a month old, was fast asleep, bored by the constant fighting that was going on below. Marola wasn't usually one for betting money, but she had decided to try her luck this time. She heard the door open behind her, but didn't turn.
"Hello, Marola," Marcus said, pulling up a chair next to her. She didn't acknowledge him, and pretended it was because the fight had just begun.
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Jeriah sat among the crowd of spectator, not watching the fight. She was looking through the crowd, looking for someone. She didn't believe Lathem would be there, but she just had to see. She remembered hearing Zamah and Oranthor talking at one point, and Zamah saying how Lathem had once been an arena fighter in Gil'ead. She just hoped that he would be there. That was all she could do these days.
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Post by blodhgarm on Jan 3, 2009 18:34:20 GMT -5
occ:I don't know if its possible or whatever but I thought this would be a cool way to join.If this isn't right I'll change to a spectator.
"Get the hell off me," Fayr roared as seven guards gripped him and tried to make him o through the gate into the arena.More guards started to come and with their combined might they launched him into the ring. The guards had been ordered this was supposed to be an execution and so he was weaponless. Fayr slowly circled the man with a confident grin on his face to unnerve his already sweating opponent.
The man charged as he lifted his sword in the air. Fayr waited till the last moment then idly stepped aside and rammed his knee into the man's gut. The guy bent over but kept present of mind to swing it so any normal fighter would back a step away. Fayr wasn't a normal fighter. Fayr went into the swing and caught his arm. Fayr brutally and efficiently broke his elbow then retrieved the swod from where it was dropped as the man cried in agony.
With a hard strike the man's head rolled from his shoulders. Fayr raised the now bloody sword into the air and roared along with the crowd as they cheered him on. He watched as bets were exchanged and smiled."Come on is that the best you got," he yelled to the air!
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Post by Tismri on Jan 3, 2009 18:59:27 GMT -5
Marola watched the match, not surprised that the elf won. She had bet on him, and now she could collect her winnings. She finally turned to Marcus.
"What do you want?" she asked him with her arms crossed.
"Well, is that a way to greet your fellow Black Hand member, and a superior?" he asked lazily. Marola's lips curled slightly.
"I never was a member of the Black Hand," she told him, "It was you and your kind that insisted I come to whatever meetings you had and participate in your missions. And even if I was a member, I am one no longer. I have ascended upon the ladder. I believe now that I am a Rider, I outrank you." She gave him a triumphant smile. Marcus looked angry for a second, but then relaxed.
"Well, if you want to be that way about it. I'm certain that in a few months you will wish to be one of us again. Don't be to disappointed when we deny you access." With that, he stood and left. The dragon in her lap opened one eye and look at her. She smiled at him and rolled her eyes. Then she returned her attention to the arena field.
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From not too far away, Thursdell also sat in the arena. But she was not watching the fight. She was staring at someone else. From where she sat, she could see Marola clearly, and she couldn't get over just how much the girl looked like her sister. The only differences was that she look human, not having any sort of elvish features. Thursdell simply couldn't believe it. Marola was her niece.
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Jeriah watched the fight progress, horrified by it all. She had no idea why people enjoyed watching this sort of thing. It was simply horrid. She shuddered, hoping Lathem wouldn't be the next person to come out that gate.
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Post by blodhgarm on Jan 3, 2009 19:07:08 GMT -5
Fayr grinned as the guards set out two more gladiators trying to get rid of him."Good job guys thats sure going to get me," he laughed at the men who were letting them out. Suddenly the sword was embedded in one of the gladiator's chest gushing blood and going all the way to the hilt. With a savage smile he charged the gladiator hoping to scare him. Unfortunately for the gladiator he wasn't scared. The man swung his hammer in a controlled arc but Fayr swiftly and languidly stepped inside used the man's momentum to throw him 20 feet forward. He looked into the crowd and he spotted a few people looking scared as the man groaned on the floor."You fools should always bet on me!" As they turned to him all red in the face he laughed and did a back flip. Fayr loved this stuff.
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Post by Tismri on Jan 3, 2009 22:22:14 GMT -5
Jeriah watched, terrified, as the fighting progressed. She could never understand why people enjoyed this sort of thing. Watching people kill each other for sport was disturbing and disgusting. At her feet, the white werecat Jahag was watching for Lathem.
I don't think you'll find him here, Jahag told her. Jeriah sighed and reluctantly agreed. She got up to leave, but then a large man walked up to her. He smelled like too much alcohol. Jeriah tried to sidestep him, but he got in front of her.
"How would you like to try a fight?" he asked her, grabbing her shoulders.
"No thanks," she said, trying to get away from him. He wouldn't let go. He started dragging her down below to the arena field, saying, "Hey! I've found another one for the fighting! She looks pretty fiesty, too!"
"Well, we'll see how she holds up against this elf here." Jeriah was frightened when she understood what they were doing. They were sending her into the arena to fight that elf! She looked over her shoulder for Jahag. She saw the white werecat running out of the city.
Where are you going? she called to him mentally. He turned for a second.
To find Oranthor! Don't worry, Jeriah! We'll get you out of there!
Hurry, she thought as she was shoved through a door that locked behind her. Before her was the gate that led to the field. She felt for the sword at her side, knowing she would never have a chance against an elf.
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Post by blodhgarm on Jan 4, 2009 16:27:48 GMT -5
Fayr laughed as he took of for a short run and in a smooth motion bent his legs and exploded into the air. He sailed over to the man who was finally getting up, slowly but surely. He descended right above the man's back and his legs rammed into him. The man collided painfully into the ground and his nose broke with a small pool of blood showing. Fayr bent down and snapped the man's neck with an audible snap.
Fayr took two daggers from the man's belt and with the skill of long years of training twirled them between his fingers and hands at an amazing speed. he tossed them in the air as he spun to the audiences delight and he totally missed the man throwing Jeriah in but turned as he heard the door close." Hey what the heck is this," he yelled at the guards above the wall. I ain't fighting no girl!"
You'll do what we say or die," one of the guards on the wall behind him yelled back. Fayr turned to see the sneering face of a guard and in a flash threw one of the daggers into his throat,"Shut up fool." Fayr turned and walked slowly to the girl waiting to see if she'll attack.
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Post by Tismri on Jan 4, 2009 16:41:20 GMT -5
Jeriah stared with horror as the elf seemed to tear the other man apart, frightened as a rabbit. One of the men behind her gave her a rough shove into the arena. She found herself stumbling over something, and found that it was the body of one of the men just slain. She looked back at the door and saw that the gates had been raised, sealing off any possibility of escape. All around, the shouts and yells for a fight could be heard. She looked at the elf, and walked warily toward him, pulling her sword out of its sheath. She sighed, knowing there was no way out of here. She dropped into a defensive stance, extremely glad for General Kell's training. With it, she could hope to last for maybe thirty seconds against him.
I just hope it's long enough, she thought, glancing at the sky for any hint of her orange dragon.
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Post by blodhgarm on Jan 4, 2009 16:49:26 GMT -5
Fayr watched as she settled into a defensive stance he used when he was younger. He grinned at the memory of his father kindly but firmly beating into him the ways of the warrior. With his one dagger still twirling at an amazing pace he walked till he was only a few feet away from her sword point."Do you really wish to fight?" If she answered yes he would slay her painlessly and quickly. He hoped that would make up for it. e couldn't save her at the moment as he needed to wait for the right moment to escape.
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Post by Tismri on Jan 4, 2009 16:58:42 GMT -5
Jeriah shook her head a little.
"Not really," she said, "but I don't think I have much choice." She was about to ask if they could propose some kind of truce when she felt an all-too-familiar presence nearby.
"Though on the other hand, death might be more suitable than being dragged before Galbatorix."
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From in the stands, Kyrron watched the elf fight, secretly simmering that they hadn't simply killed the elf and be done with it. In his opinion, elves were a blight on the land that needed to be destroyed.
He had been content to sit back and watch the show when he saw the girl they shoved in next. He cursed loudly when he recognized Jeriah.
"You won't escape me this time, little girl," he muttered to himself through clenched teeth. He made his way downward to the doors of the arena, prepared to blast through and grab the girl Rider who had evaded him all these years.
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Marola watched the fight with renewed interest, especially when she saw the girl they shoved into the arena. She appeared no more than fifteen, in decent shape, but by no means a great beauty. By the way she handled herself, it seemed she had been in some fights before, but nothing too drastic. Nothing like what she was faced with right now.
Then Marola felt a pair of eyes upon her, and a mind probing for hers. She threw up her barriers and searched for the intruder. Then she locked eyes with a beautiful elf woman, who was staring right back at her. She glared, but the elf seemed to pay no mind to it. A slight smile was on her face, though Marola couldn't think of a single reason why.
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Post by blodhgarm on Jan 5, 2009 16:24:55 GMT -5
Fayr smiled as he heard she didn't want to fight. He was going to tell her his plan on how to leave when she added,"Though on the other hand, death might be more suitable than being dragged before Galbatorix." Fayr frowned at that statement and his dagger stopped spinning and he held it in his hand.He had to take that as a yes and start the fight or the guards would become agitated. "I'll make it as long ass possible and I promise the final blow will be quick and painless.
"Guards this is what you give me a little girl. She can't hope to match me," he yelled these taunts at the guards as his hand went into a simple but fast, so she would keep dodging and blocking, series of attacks.
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Post by Tismri on Jan 5, 2009 17:41:22 GMT -5
Jeriah avoided the attacks as well as she could, all the while keeping a lookout for either Oranthor or Kyrron. She hoped Oranthor would get to her first, because if Kyrron got to her, she would have to find out something else to do. She wouldn't let him win, not after all the times she's been able to evade him. She looked at the elf for a few minutes, thinking quickly. A plan started to form in her mind, one that would buy her some time until Oranthor could get to her. Avoiding another blow and using her sword to block it, she told Fayr, "I need you to do something for me. In a few minutes, I need you to really attack me. And whatever you do, if a man tries to get into the arena and take me, you don't let him. I would sooner die than let him take me."
I hope this works, she thought as she broke the barrier to her magic.
OOC: ah, I've missed her dancesong. She didn't do it after she died, so its time to get back into it. lol!
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Post by blodhgarm on Jan 5, 2009 17:49:42 GMT -5
Fayr continued taunting the guards and he saw the tightness and barely restrained anger on their faces. He knew they planned to teach him a lesson when the day was over since they wouldn't dare rob the crowd of someone who was making everyone happy.
As he managed a barely identifiable nod of his head as he heard her tell him to attack er in a few minutes and to make sure no one gets to her. "My pleasure," he said through gritted teeth so no one could see them talking. As he counted in his head he made sure to keep the dagger going but made it move a little slower so she would have some energy to fight off his full attack.
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Post by Tismri on Jan 5, 2009 23:18:49 GMT -5
Jeriah barely heard his acknowledgment of her request, concentrating on her magic. After a few minutes, she began to sing, ever so silently. Slowly at first, her feet began to move. Words from the ancient language began pouring off her lips, magic filling them up. She sang of how she didn't want to be there, and of her hopes of escape. She danced around the arena, now within Fayr's reach, now on the other side of the field. She sang of why she was there, searching for Lathem, her lost love. She twirled around in a circle, hardly aware of her action. She trusted that the magic would know exactly how to evade Fayr's dancing blade.
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Post by blodhgarm on Jan 6, 2009 15:58:20 GMT -5
Fayr's ears picked up the song but with his limited knowledge he couldn't fully understand the words but that was the beauty of the Ancient Language. He picked up the meaning of each word and a a little smile was on his lips. When his count down reached zero he sighed,"I sure hope you know what your doing." After saying that his dagger and body went into a deadly dance of perfect harmony.
His hands and feet whipped out at full strength as his dagger sliced when it was given the chance. He smiled as his technique and his smile grew even bigger as some how the girl barely dodged his blows.
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Hiei grinned as he watched the crowd sit in an awed silence as they watched the battle. He knew magic must be helping the girl because the half elf, he knew to be named Fayr, was moving fast enough and had the skill to hold his own with him. This is going to be interesting.
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Post by Tismri on Jan 6, 2009 18:37:04 GMT -5
Jeriah dodged, blocked, parried, and fended off Fayr's blows with such grace, each movment another step to the dance. Her song, not growing any louder or softer, rang throughout the arena with a haunting melody.
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Kyrron finally reached the gate to the arena field, intending to barge in and get the girl. Nothing would stop him. He was willing to destroy anything in his path to get to her. She had avoided him for too long. Before he took her to the king, he would make sure she understood just how angry she had made him over the last year.
Then he heard it. A sound so beautiful he could scarcely stand it, yet wanted to hear more. Jeriah was singing! He had heard it only once before, standing not far from where she was dancing and singing in the castle courtyard in Aberon. It rendered him unable to move, or do anything except drink it all in.
And he hated her all the more for it.
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Marola's attention turned from the elf staring at to back to the arena field. She heard the most beautiful sound rising up from it, the sound of singing in the ancient language. She saw the girl down there fighting off the man with movements akin to a dance.
So, this girl has magic in her blood, she thought, smiling slightly. Maybe, if the girl lived, she could go down and introduce herself, and bring the girl before the king. Marola was certain he would love another magician in his court. She sat back and watched the fight progress.
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Purfell walked up beside Hiei, his marroon and white fur shining in the afternoon sun.
I wonder who will win this fight, he commented to Hiei.
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