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10/18/2005 5:25 AM

A small woman stepped into the vast arena. "Diagnorus..." She said quietly and took off her cloak throwing it to her side. She looked small but agile and strong. She had two scabbards on her right hip one positioned on top of the other. Her hair was brown and long, down to her shoulders. She was wearing knee high leather boots and mail tunic and pants. The air smelt faintly of death, The stench rose to her nose. She grinned and leaned forward slightly and pulled out her sword half-way then stood their quietly. "Anyone up for a sword duel?" She announced, Her voice echoed off of the walls. She stood their waiting for somone.

11/24/2005 9:09 PM

Hearing the challange a man stood up. He was tall and clad in black clothing. His shirt and pants were black and he wore a long coat of leather.He wore chain mail armour under his clothes and had a broadsword strapped to his back.

Wordlessly he walked towards the woman who had made the challenge and looked her over, sizing her up. He could tell she was more than she appeared and he knew that one didn't carry two swords if they couldn't use them.

"Name's Sarac," he said. "I'm game."

11/27/2005 11:35 AM

The massive doors swung open and the light made him squint. His glowing red eyes pierced through the hood and the cape that was attached gently swaggered as he walked. The hilt of his sword that protruded from his lower back glimered stealing any shot of supprise. The metal guantlets on his arms moved like water with his wrists.

"Life, death, and all that is inbetween. None of it matters, only the fight!"

11/28/2005 12:24 AM

On the bench sat an athletic looking and tall man. He was around 6'1 180 pounds. He wore a simple pair of black pants and a black short sleeve shirt and was fairly right on him. His hair a medium length a blond color, He had no weapon or metal or wood there wasn't even anything attached to him. He stood up and walked down the bleacher like steps to the ground. In a polite voice he said. "Are you a contestant?" to the man who had just entered though the two large doors.

12/14/2005 6:19 PM

He stopped in his tracks and looked a the man with his glowing red eyes. This guy was just two inches smaller than Chaos and about 60lbs lighter. Nietherhis black tunic, long sleeved-shirt, pants, belt, boots, nor cloak weren't phased by the suns light. He smoothly gripped the hanld of his blade.

"I am,"His voice deep and quiet,"what of it?"

12/14/2005 8:17 PM

Kianis walked into the room, hearing the commotion. He was tall, muscular, with forest green cloak draped over studded leather armour. In his hand was a very elegent bastard sword, with runes etched deeply in the blade. The man sported many scars, but the most prominent was a branded scar on his left shoulder. He bore the mark of Ti'ui Clansmen.

"Did someone challenge someone to a duel? I could use one of those. Any room for another?" he said in a grough, but still youthful voice.

01/31/2006 8:25 PM

OOC: Is this still alive or is it last weeks meatloaf?

Its meatloaf, mwahahahahahaha!!

[Edited by Thanis on Saturday, March 11, 2006 9:28 PM]

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