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18+ The Corrupted Guardian: Death in the Family

Discussion in 'Active Stories' started by The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass, Feb 6, 2014.

  1. The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass

    The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass Sahrot Vahlok Spaan. Bahnahgaar. Minion #88!
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    The remaining two introduced themselves, now knowing better than to patronize the guards or the evaluators. Nathan even managed to keep it short, and the thief introduced himself as Garret. Probably telling the truth, but he was a thief and a member of the guild, so one could never really know. After that, the lead evaluator spread his arms in an arrogant gesture, as if he was a king welcoming visitors, and proclaimed, "Welcome to the Arena! Pride of Cyrodiil! Now choose your weapons," the leader gestured to the numerous weapon racks on one side of the room, filled with weapons of various shapes, sizes, and makes, and a guard pulled back a panel to reveal a wall lined with bows, arrows, crossbows, and just about everything one could hope for, "and don't try anything stupid. The guards in this room alone outnumber you nearly 3 to one. And you would never be able to fight your way out of the arena, even if by some miracle you could navigate it." The guards were all tense and ready for action, clearly having been through this drill before. Bows and crossbows were trained on each of the prisoners, and men with swords and shields stood as a ready barrier. There would be no hope of fighting through this situation and living.

    Gidian had been assessing guards and the weapons, judging distances and possible courses of action, running through several scenarios in his head for fighting off the guards and securing escape. But even if they dispatched this group of guards, there would be more. Deciding the odds were stacked too high against him, Gidian gestured to Skadi to follow him, and hoped none of the fools in the group would try to fight. Especially the orc. Gidian knew the orc would be assessing his chances of fighting his way out as well, and would be tempted to do something rash once he had a weapon in his hands.

    Gidian grabbed a basic steel longsword and round shield, not being too picky. The quality of all of the weapons was identical, and they wouldn't be keeping them anyways. They would get any confiscated gear back and have the chance to have new weapons and armour crafted for them later. These were just for the test.

    Gidian looked over Skadi, who didn't seem too pleased with his scrutinizing, and decided daggers and a crossbow would serve her best until she had more formal training. He picked out two steel daggers, and a small crossbow and quiver for the bolts. She looked at the swords and other assortment of weapons hungrily, but Gidian shook his head. "Too heavy and too clumsy for you." She didn't seem too pleased with that assertion, and responded with a half hearted glare. "Stick with the crossbow, and stick close to me. Avoid a melee conflict as best you can, and don't be afraid to use me as a shield." She rolled her eyes, trying to act more confident than she felt.

    Gidian watched the others choose their weapons, noting each of them and assessing their capabilities and personalities as best he could. Hopefully they were competent.
     
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    Delusional Connoisseur of Hallucinations

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    There were only a few more introductions following Alleras' own before one occupant of the room rose and proclaimed a welcome to the Arena, along with a suggestion to choose weapons and a threat to not escape. Alleras sauntered over to the weapon racks lazily, eyes scanning the rows of longswords, bastard swords, daggers, maces, axes, warhammers and mauls before his eyes picked out his weapon of choice--a longbow.

    Made out of oak, and clearly not of the best quality, with wear evident all along the bow and its string--which appeared to have begun fraying--the bow felt natural in Alleras' hands. Testing the string's tautness and examining a few charred and blackened burn marks along the bow, he paced back and forth along the weapon racks trying to find a quiver of arrows. He eventually found a leather quiver with a small gash along the top, holding a few dozen non-lethal, ball-tipped arrows, and after picking up a single half-rusted steel dagger, he was ready and equipped.

    Still unsure of what was about to happen, Alleras waltzed over to Gidian and his accomplice Spero, who appeared to be the only other two with weapons as of yet.

    "Soooo... what's up? What's happening?" Alleras asked the Nord as he fell in beside him, eyes surveying the room before them. "You think they want us to fight each other?"
     
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  3. The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass

    The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass Sahrot Vahlok Spaan. Bahnahgaar. Minion #88!
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    Gidian did his best to ignore Alleras's approach, hoping he would not try to start a conversation. When it became clear that he was not simply browsing, and he was indeed approaching Gidian and Skadi, Gidian became more weary. Alleras had armed himself with daggers and a longbow, which would not be ideal against Gidian as he was now, armed and weary, if Alleras decided to attack. The man certainly seemed amiable enough, but most who came into these walls were used to violence, and he was an addict. He was relatively sane now, but Gidian wasn't about to take chances. He stepped partly between Alleras and Skadi, going over different ways he could kill the man in his head. "Evaluations. I'm sure they'd love to see us fight each other." Gidian shrugged casually, then continued, "They like to keep people on their toes. Too many possibilities to know for certain." He figured if he was going to enter a combat situation in the next few moments, he had no reason to try and make enemies with the man as long as he was in a position to stab Gidian in the back.

    Skadi paid attention to the brief conversation only momentarily, then began searching with her eyes for Maere. Skadi could, of course, count and memorize the exact number of weapons in this room. She knew the exact number of arrows, bolts, shields, swords, daggers, all of them in the room. The numbers were quite random, these weapons apparently being tossed in here after being deemed not worthy of the gladiators in the arena. She also knew the exact number of guards in the room with them, 23, as well as the exact number of people in the crowd gathered to watch them. Her name would be Spero, because there was a bounty on her head and people mostly knew to recognize her by name. Not many people had seen her, a fact she should be grateful for. But how many young women had been killed by people trying to claim her bounty and not knowing what she looked like? She had no idea. Probably a lot. The assassins had tended to be quite indiscriminate in some of their attempts on her life.
     
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    After all the others finished their introductions for the guards, betters, and veterans, the guard told them to pick up a weapon. They did not say what for, but Belzebub figured it would be the evaluations. They had arrows and bolts at the ready to kill anyone who tried anything stupid. Belzebub frowned. Belzebub could tell that Gidian had also tried to see if they could fight their way out. He saw Gidian pick up a simple longsword and shield.

    Alleras, the Addict, then picked his weapons. He picked up a bow, which was extremely worn, and a rusted dagger. He's either an archer or a weakling. Either way, not a great fighter.

    Gidian asked a question from Alleras about what was going on. "Evaluations. I'm sure they'd love to see us fight each other. They like to keep people on their toes. Too many possibilities to know for certain." Belzebub did not want to fight the others in the group. He would like to see if they were good fighters, and to put them up against himself could yield only one result: Belzebub winning. He hoped for something else.

    He finally decided to grab a weapon. He picked up a Steel Battleaxe that was in poor condition. The leather on the handle, used for grip, was falling off and the battleaxe itself was extremely dull. He returned to his position to the left of Gidian. He continued to examine the battleaxe and continued to frown.

    "Could've made better weapon when I was a newborn" he said, to no one in particular.
     
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    Maere watched as the man spoke and the others began grabbing at the weapons.

    She wanted to be surprised that she was being thrown into the arena, but she wasn't. She had heard stories of the Emperor's love of games, and figured that she would be a part of them sometime.

    Didn't mean she had to like it, however. But like the man implied:

    What could she do about it?

    Maere's focus returned as her eyes met Spero's, reminding her that she needed to get a...weapon.

    She walked up to the rack hesitantly, her hands ringing the rope that ran across her shoulder down to her hip on the opposite side. The guards and veterans were watching her with interest, wondering what a cleric as small as her could possibly pick up off the rack.

    Truth was Maere was just as clueless.

    Maere had no combat training. No training in swords, maces, even destruction proficiency eluded her. There wasn't going to be anything useful to her on that rack. And she knew it.

    She wandered around the rack, her hands gliding across the weapons with disdain staining her worried face. Worried that they would punish her for not picking a weapon, she looked frantically around, a small worried whimper escaping her lips.

    Then she found it. On the shield rack, she saw a dusty hide shield, hidden behind a large iron buckler. Maere stepped over lightly and leaned the large shield away, grabbing at the hide shield by its strap.

    She studied the small, surprisingly designed hide buckler, and blew some of the dust off. The dust went up her nose and she sneezed, and heard a few chuckles from the group of veterans. She blushed and scuffled over to stand next to Spero, looking at the shield again. She looked to the others, wondering what they would choose.
     
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    The Breton walked through the streets of the Imperial City, a smirk on his face. The buildings around him were fancy, but one could easily tell that the city was falling apart at the seams. There were far more beggars than there had been in the past. With a certain amount of effort, one could find a body crammed into some nook or cranny at the corners of the city. The man had been here before countless times. The path he was walking was one he had walked so many times before, the path to the massive arena that was the main attraction of the city. He had a bit of swagger in his step, which was accompanied by the clanking of his boots on the cobblestone and the fluttering of his armor's tattered cloth tails. He certainly stood out from the Imperials that populated the city. He was tall, doubly so for a Breton. He was also rugged looking, seeming out of place in anywhere other than the wilderness or arena.

    He seemed to drag more than a few bewildered gazes towards himself, a few of which were curious - had they seen this man before? One khajiit certainly seemed to think so and, with a smile, he approached the man. "You're... Marcel Traven, right? This one saw you in an arena a few years back in Elsweyr! Are you going to perform in the games here?" Marcel gave the Khajiit a light smile and replied. "Perhaps. For now, I'm just going to watch as a spectator. Is there a fight going on right now?" The Khajiit happily replied. "This one has heard that a new wave of prisoners will be sent out soon!" Marcel thanked the Khajiit and walked away towards the arena. He was quite interested in these 'games'. He'd watch the first fight or two of these new competitors, then join in himself. Even here, he had quite a reputation. Even if these fights were prisoner-only, he'd probably be able to get admission if they knew who he was.

    Marcel was now coming close to the massive arena. A marvel, in his mind. It towered over most everything else nearby. A perfect locale for gladiator fights. He couldn't wait to watch, and likely participate. A man stood by the entrance, selling tickets to get in. Marcel approached him and initiated a conversation. "So, these are The Games, right? How much does it cost for one to spectate?" The short, chubby Imperial replied with a bored tone. "They will be in a little bit. Some prisoners are gonna fight in a few minutes. 30 septims to enter." Marcel furrowed his eyebrows. "Isn't that a little much for entry?" The man kept a straight face. "Not for - Wait, you seem familiar. Are you an arena fighter?" The man shivered a little after Marcel gave an intimidating nod. "Uh... Gladiators get a discount. 10 septims is reasonable, yes?" Marcel dropped the coins into the man's grubby hands. "Of course. You watch yourself now."

    Up the stairs he went, coming out into stands of the arena. There weren't many open seats, but Marcel managed to find one in the first row - closet to the action, even if the dirt of the fighting ring was far below the crowds. Safety reasons, he supposed. He sat back, waiting for the fights to start.
     
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  7. The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass

    The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass Sahrot Vahlok Spaan. Bahnahgaar. Minion #88!
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    (From Nathan's Perspective)
    Nathan was almost incredulous when the evaluator called the arena the "Pride" of Cyrodiil. More like the bane. While once it may have stood proud, it was now just a tool for the emperor to oppress with. Nathan knew better than to comment, however, as punishment from one of the guards would be the inevitable result. Not that he feared the guards. Soon, he reflected, he would not be able to put up with the bastards. He would eventually lose his temper. But now was not the time. The guards meant business at this stage, and they would likely kill him.

    But, at last, it was time to pick their weapons. Weapons, perhaps, was too strong of a phrase. They were more like clumps of metal and wood, barely held together. After searching for something that showed some semblance of quality, Nathan finally settled for a steel sword that felt relatively balanced, and a bow that didn't shatter when he drew it back, and of course a quiver of arrows. He then took his place in line beside the others, awaiting for whatever the evaluators would throw at them next. He knew he would need to be focused if he was going to handle whatever was to come, and he knew the others weren't expecting much from him. He would have to make a point here, otherwise he would end up the odd man out, and he knew he would not survive the arena alone.
     
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    The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass Sahrot Vahlok Spaan. Bahnahgaar. Minion #88!
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    Gidian furrowed his eyebrows as he saw Maere grab a small hide shield, and step in line. It would do he no good. At best, she would block an attack and it would break her arm. If it was a good sword, it would cut through the shield and cut her arm off.

    "Could've made better weapon when I was a newborn" The orc, Belzebub, said to no one in particular. Gidian muttered assent, then stepped out of line to grab Maere a similar setup as he had gotten for Skadi. He then stepped back in line, and offered them to the girl.

    "That shield won't do you much good. You'll get your arm broken. Your best chance is to avoid getting hit." She looked quite startled, even scared, for a moment as Gidian held out the weapons. She was very reluctant to take them, likely because she did not want to kill. So Gidian added, "You're in no position to decide. If you can't defend yourself, that means you can't defend any of us either. Just stick with Skadi, and don't be afraid to use the rest of us as shields." She reluctantly took the weapons, but Gidian did not have the time to see if she kept them. He hoped she had, as she would be a hindrance that the group could not afford to have if she was unarmed. He supposed she might know some destruction magic, but that was no substitute and he doubted she'd be capable of sustaining an attack for an extended fight.

    At this moment, the evaluators called for everyone's attention, beginning to talk, when suddenly 7 warriors burst into the room, armed with various sets of weapons and armour, and going straight for the attack. Gidian sized up the situation in moments, they were all armed with various one handed weapons and shields, though two of them hung to the back of the pack to act as support archers. Their weapons and armour were of better quality than what Gidian and the others had been forced to choose from, but custom made to be nonlethal. Or at least their ranged weapons were.

    Gidian worried about the warriors that charged him, Skadi, and Maere first. Three in total. He drew his sword, angling his shield to deflect one of the blunt arrows that an archer had fired off, and moved between the charging warriors and his allies, but at such an angle that the archers would have to shoot their own allies in order to hit him. And with that, the combat began in the large circle of sand in the center of the room.
     
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    Alleras grinned as the seven warriors broke into the room, cutting off the evaluators and charging for the group of prisoners. Seven in total, with two archers, and three leading an aggressive frontal attack. Two more stayed behind, appearing to act as support for the charging warriors should they run into trouble.

    Alleras quickly brought his bow up and notched an arrow as he saw Gidian raise his own shield to deflect an arrow before stepping forward to engage the charging warriors. The Redguard scanned the scene before him momentarily before drawing, aiming, inhaling, and loosing.

    The arrow collided with the light steel breastplate of one of the archers in the back, a small ding resonating throughout the room. Alleras wasn't completely sure what happened when you were hit, so he notched another arrow and aimed at the same archer when suddenly his left hand erupted in pain. Ducking out of the way, Alleras reevaluated the situation before standing again, hoping to avoid being hit by any more dulled arrows.

    It appeared that the Orc Belzebub and Garret had also joined the frontal fight with Gidian, and the two support warriors seemed to be inching forward, ready to jump in at any moment and turn the tides in their favor.

    "Nathan, get your bow!" Alleras shouted, gesturing to the ensuing fight. "We need to keep those two warriors in the back at bay so they don't jump in on the fight!" Nathan nodded, and the two prisoners began to loose arrows across the evaluation room towards the support warriors, who tried to dodge them and take cover whenever possible.

    In the back of the room, the two enemy archers seemed to be focusing their fire on the central battle. Alleras nodded to Nathan as if to encourage him to keep suppressing the support warriors, while the Redguard himself aimed for the archers, hoping to divert their attention from the melee in the middle and give Gidian, Belzebub and Garret a chance to overpower the enemy warriors.
     
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    After he introduced himself, the leader showed off a bunch of weapon racks. Garret slowly walked towards them, trying to pick something useful. His leg was just slightly feeling better, but he had to walk slowly. In the upcoming fight, it was going to be a major issue. Garret wouldn’t be able to sidestep quickly enough, which means he wouldn’t be able to dodge efficiently. At first he wanted to grab a bow, and support his new teammates from behind, however his head was still hurt, and he still felt dizzy. Shooting a bow would have been too much of a risk, as he could attack the ally instead of the enemy. He circled around the weapon racks, and eventually picked an iron sword. Regular length...not in a good condition, but sharpened better than the other weapons around here… he thought to himself while inspecting his newly picked weapon. He also picked a steel dagger and hid it in his left boot, in case he got in trouble. After picking his weapons he looked around to see what the others chose.

    The orc who introduced himself as Belzebub picked a battleaxe, Gidian picked a sword and a shield, while Natham picked a bow. One of the two girls – Spero, picked a crossbow, and Aleras picked a bow as well. Gidian advised the white-haired girl not to pick a shield. He wanted to step in, and discuss a battle strategy. If the enemy had a mage, they would have gotten decimated, mainly because none of them were prepared to face such a foe, especially if he he used his spells in combination with his teammates. Before Garret could speak up, 7 enemies rushed in the room, and they took a classic formation. Two of them were archers, and they stood in the back. Garret positioned himself behind the orc and Gidian, next to Maere. The redguard kept shooting arrows, and yelled at Nathan to do the same. As the enemy charged, Garret crouched and grabbed a stone randomly placed on the ground, then raised back up. One warrior charged at the orc, one on Gidian, and one on the Maere. She seemed to be panicked, her sword trembled in her hand as the enemy charged. Garret positioned himself in front of her and as he thrust his sword forward, the enemy that charged raised his shield and assumed a defensive stance. He blocked Garret’s hit, then, in an instant, he moved his shield away with haste, pushing Garret’s sword arm away, then rose his sword up, preparing to take a swipe at Garret.

    This entire scenario played out fast, and the enemy had the upper hand. Before he could take the swipe, he faced garret’s kick to the gut, which stopped his attack. The enemy made a step backwards, and Garret threw the stone he picked up from earlier to his face, efficiently bringing him to his knees. He stabbed the man in his sword-arm while he was recovering then begun to walk towards Gidian. As he moved, he turned his head around and nodded at the girl, signaling her to finish the man off before he gets up. Garret then walked towards Gidian, trying to help him in his fight, but from the side, he got tackled by a dark elf. As Garret felt to the ground, she jumped in with her two daggers, trying to end him. Garret reacted quick, and rolled away from his attacker. His sword was somewhere on the field, it flew from the breton’s arm when he was thrown to the ground. He quickly pulled out the dagger from his boot, and tried getting up, but the dark elf kicked him down, and thrusted her daggers towards Garret’s chest. He used his own dagger to deflect them, but she kept pushing. With his other hand he grabbed the sharp end of his dagger, pushing it forward even if that would mean cutting his palm. Even with both his hands, he couldn’t overpower the dunmer. The dagger almost reached Garret’s neck, and he started to lose hope. The pain in his left palm was excruciating, and he couldn’t add his full force because of that. Without help, he would have surely died.
     
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  11. The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass

    The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass Sahrot Vahlok Spaan. Bahnahgaar. Minion #88!
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    Gidian didn't worry about Belzebub, he knew he could handle himself. He did worry about Skadi and Maere, and almost found himself facing two opponents at once. Garret, however, came to his aid. It was almost like old times. Except there were more of them, in old times. Garret covered Maere, and Gidian covered Skadi. Alleras and Nathan were taking care of the backup, and the two archers.

    So Gidian met his warrior head on. He had enough time to absorb that this opposing team was composed of mostly Dark Elves, and he judged they were likely a mercenary band before they were thrown into the arena.

    The opposing warrior opened up with an experimental lunge, to which Gidian responded by sidestepping and catching the sword in his hilt, successfully locking the two swords together. He twisted until the warrior was in an awkward position, and was about to knock him unconscious when a blunted bolt caught him in the back, probably from Skadi or Maere. That's what I get for trusting Skadi with a weapon.

    Gidian winced with pain, and recoiled, then the warrior seized his advantage and broke the hold, giving Gidian a good shove in the process. This exposed Gidian to the archers in the back of the formation, and he was forced to close the distance with the warrior before they could capitalize on his exposed position. The warrior, now wary, attempted to blind Gidian by holding his shield up to Gidian's face, then cut at Gidian's exposed legs.

    At this point, Gidian noticed Garret falling to the ground, wrestling with one of the dark elves. Doesn't this seem familiar. Seeing an opportunity, Gidian danced backwards as a more accurate bolt struck the opposing warrior in the knee, shocking him and bringing him down temporarily. Good girl.

    Now Gidian deflected two more arrows, then grabbed the dark elf that was on top of Garret and shoved him into the line of fire of his own archers, and the result was quite a spectacle. He then renewed the fight with his own warrior after taking another friendly bolt to the back. That one was probably Maere... He winced, but took the initiative, and led with a shield charge. The warrior met it with a grunt, temporarily taken aback as their shields slammed together, before gathering himself to push back. Gidian used his momentum against him, and pulled him forward by his shield, then rammed the shield back into the warriors helmeted head with a resounding clang. The warrior toppled over, stunned.

    Some of the reserves had tried to intervene, but the support from Belzebub, Garret, Maere, Skadi, Alleras, and Nathan kept them busy. So Gidian knocked the warrior unconscious with a vicious stomp to the face, then joined the others in their fight.
     
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    7 warriors charged into the room. Two of them were archers, two stayed back so they could help the three warriors who charged up. The warriors charged directly for Gidian, Skadi, and Maere. Gidian stepped up and a bit to the right to try to protect the two. However, two against one would not be a very safe bet even if the man was a great fighter. On the right, Garret stepped up to protect Maere. Gidian could now focus on protecting Skadi. Belzebub would fight off the other warrior. Alleras and Nathan shot arrows to hold off the support warriors.

    The warrior charged at Belzebub, thinking that Belzebub would be unable to defend himself with a battleaxe. He was charging with his sword ready to stab when Belzebub took the hilt of his battleaxe and jabbed the man in the face. The warrior fell down, and Belzebub brought his axe up for a mighty swing. He swung it downwards but the warrior, his nose now bleeding, rolled to avoid the hit. He then jumped to his feet.

    Belzebub tried a sideways swing but the warrior blocked it and attempted to slash Belzebub in the legs with his sword. Belzebub had to think quickly. He dropped the axe and used his left hand to grab the warrior's sword arm before it made contact. He then pulled the arm, bringing it upward to make the warrior stand straight up. That's when a bolt hit the man in his rib-cage. Belzebub brought his right hand back and punched the man in the face. He seemed to fly backwards from Belzebub's hand. He would not fight for at least a week, let alone the rest of the day.

    Belzebub picked up the battleaxe and looked over to Gidian and Garret. He saw Gidian pick a Dark Elf from on top of Garret and use it to block arrows. Then Gidian charged at the warrior he had been fighting and finished him by knocking him unconscious.

    Belzebub sort-of smiled. Appears he is a good fighter.

    With Alleras, Nathan, Skadi, and Maere still firing arrows and bolts, Belzebub joined Gidian and Garret. Together they would charge at the warriors whom Alleras and Nathan had pinned. Belzebub was looking forward to it. Then he suddenly felt a pain in his arm and learned he had been shot by one of the blunt arrows. He picked the arrow up off the ground and snapped it in half. He would do something special to the archers, once he got to them.
     
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    Maere was confused at the man called Gidian handed her weapons, not feeling as if her choice in defense was enough.

    She listened to him as he explained to her why he did so, which all came basically to her being a liability unless she was armed and ready to kill. She resented his words, and though she tried not to, she started to resent him. He practically told her she had no choice. That murder was her only option.

    When were people going to learn...

    She would have rather taken a hundred arrows to her heart than fight these people, regardless if she knew them or not.

    But that wasn't the reason why she upset.

    It was the fact that she wasn't given a choice. That this "truth" was thrust upon her, without any concern for how she felt. Just he blanket statement of "You can't protect us unless you do it this way.". She wasn't built for fighting. She didn't like it. Her past was full of fights and blood. She had fought enough.

    It didn't make sense for someone to give her weapons when she was more than likely going to miss and shoot them in the ass!

    When the man turned and walked away, Maere laid the weapons at her feet, unwilling to use them. If she was going to work with this team, she was not going to do it their way. She picked the shield back up and put it on her arm. She was going to be support for the team. Healing and deflecting as she did so, and nothing, not even some stubborn man was going to tell her no.

    After everyone gathered their arms and armor, they turned to face the evaluators, who had begun to speak again.

    However, the speech was broken as the doors were overrun, and warriors poured into the tiny room, armed and heading straight for them.

    Maere was taken aback, but the others seemed infinitely more prepared for the coming onslaught.

    As the battle played out before her, Maere was unsure what to do. All of them seemed to be doing okay, no real wounds to speak of.

    Her eyes glanced over to Gidian, whose sword was locked with another, both of them trying to outmaneuver the other.

    Maere watched as Spero fired a bolt to come to Gidian's aid, only to miss and hit him in the back. Maere saw him wince and wanted to go help him, but saw that the bolts were dull, not truly able to pierce unless given enough force.

    Spero shot off another, hitting Gidian's opponent in the leg, bringing him down. Gidian then moved on to his next opponent, making a slight thanking gesture as he did so.

    The battle continued, and Maere noticed that the main wave of attackers were all brought down, only leaving the secondary and the archers. Then her eyes glanced over to the table, noticing that the evaluators were studying her, looking at her with a sort of disappointment. They obviously didn't approve of Maere's observations, and were probably planning to remove her from the games...or her head from her shoulders...

    Wanting to keep that from happening, Maere reluctantly picked up the crossbow, knocking a bolt and hoping she could fire it. She saw that Gideon was involved in another bout, and aimed the bow at the opponent. She closed her eyes and fired, hoping she hit her target, but hearing Gidian's telltale grunt, she knew she hadn't. She opened her eyes and they immediately shot to the table, where she saw the judges were shaking their heads and cracking jokes to each other, mocking her inability to shoot.

    Maere felt panicked, not sure what to do. She put down the crossbow again, knowing that another shot from it would probably take someone's eye out. She looked up for a split second to see an archer have enough time to get a clear shot, and his eyes setting on Gidian. He began knocking an Arrow, and Maere called for Gidian. "Gidian! Look out!" Gidian didn't appear to hear her, and continued to fight. Maere saw the archer get ready to loose the arrow, and...

    Then it happened. Maere's panicked demeanor changed, and she suddenly had a plan. Maere picked up her shield, and, thanks to the adrenaline running through her, launched the shield in the air, heading just to the left of Gidian's head. The arrow was traveling quickly, however, and she wasn't sure if the arrow would hit the shield. However, just as the arrow got within inches of Gidian's space, the shield came through, casting both it and the arrow to the ground. Not bothering to see what Gidian thought of the action, she picked up the bow again, and started firing at the area the archers were bunkering up in, just trying to soak up the attention so they would fire at her instead of them.

    (OOC: Just to be clear, the shield is made of light materials, so it wouldn't be hard for someone her size to lob it like that. I promise I'm not making her op.)
     
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    After Gidian knocked his opponent unconscious with a good stomp, he was set upon by the dark elf whom he'd thrown into archer fire before. Tenacious. The arrows had blunted edges, but Gidian imagined they'd hurt quite a bit. The two bolts he'd taken to his back would leave nasty bruises, and he would be very sore later. I have only myself to thank for that. So, it wasn't hard to imagine the incredible frustration that roared across the mer's face.

    Not having much time to react, Gidian immediately focused on the closest threat. The mer came in with a heavy handed overhead strike, to which Gidian did not absorb the full force of. Instead, he angled the shield, forcing the blow to slide down the length of it. Sloppy on his part. The dark elf, now off balance, would make for an easy target. Gidian began to raise his sword for a solid pommel bash, only to hear heavy footsteps coming in to flank him. You have to be joking.

    One of the archers, apparently, had come to support his enraged brethren. Gidian was forced to meet the new threat. This one was armed like his brethren, sword and board. He'd put away his bow in favor of an aggressive melee approach. The warrior opened with a running side cut, to which Gidian parried, then absorbed a rough shield bash with his own shield. The initial dark elf had since regained his balance, and the situation became considerably more difficult.

    Gidian shoved away the archer with a grunt and a shove, parried a slash from the initial combatant, and then parried an overhead slash from the archer with his shield. Gidian was forced to give ground as he tried to retain his footing, the two dark elves pressing him hard. Gidian was distracted by the conflict, and barely heard someone call out a warning to him. He only had a moment to dwell on that as he was forced to block yet another onslaught. He was so distracted he did not notice that another of the archers had repositioned in order to get a shot on his exposed flank.

    Just at that moment, a few things happened at once. Garret was on the attack, taking some of the pressure off of Gidian. About time he made himself useful. Belzebub as well was cleaning up, threatening the warriors' flanks. Skadi, Alleras, Nathan, and hopefully Maere were doing their best to give support wherever and however they could. For a split second things looked as if they'd tipped in favor of Gidian. Then some sixth sense of impending danger made Gidian's hair stand on end, and at that moment he realized what whoever had called out had tried to warn him of. Gidian turned just in time to see Maere's hide shield fly by his face, intercepting one of the blunted arrows mid flight. What in the name of... It would likely have hit Gidian in the head, and despite the arrows being "nonlethal", the damage would likely have been immense. He was wearing no armour after all. Temporarily stunned, Gidian was jarred back to reality by a rough call of warning from Garret, and he raised his shield just in time to block a sword strike. The fighting continued.
     
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    Belzebub saw one of the women, Maere, throw a shield. The shield hit an arrow mid-flight, just before it would have struck Gidian in the face. A good throw. She has quick instincts. Gidian and Garret returned to their fight while Belzebub stood facing the two supports of the Veterans, daring them to make a move. He gestured with his battleaxe, snarled, did anything to try to provoke them.

    Arrows were flying across the room from both sides. Even though the group had more archers, with Alleras and Nathan have bows and Spero and Maere having crossbows, there was a lot of fire from the veteran. The veteran, the only archer as the other had attacked Gidian, had far superior equipment when compared to the raggedy old stuff the group was forced to use. The Veteran archer had hunkered down a bit, using everything nearby as some variety of cover.

    Possibly sensing some sort of desperation, the two support warriors decided to attack Belzebub. The approached cautiously, sword and shield raised, and when they got close they separated. One went to the right, and one went to the left. Belzebub realized he was about to get hit on both sides so he swung the battleaxe around at full extension, managing to hit one of the warriors as the other dodged. Belzebub raised his battleaxe, as if to deliver a finishing blow. He knew the other man would try to rescue the distressed warrior though and turned around, swinging his battleaxe and hitting the warriors shield which he managed to raise in time.

    The force of the attack staggered the man a few steps. Belzebub brought the axe back for another swing, which was blocked, and another swing which was also blocked. The warrior then attempted to stab Belzebub but he managed to deflect the attack with his battleaxe before the sword did damage. At this point, the other warrior had fully recovered.

    Belzebub was fighting the two warriors, none of them able to gain an upper hand. Belzebub's skillful use of his battleaxe was able to keep the warriors at bay, and he could tell they were cautious during times they weren't recklessly aggressive. He was too focused in on the fight, using all of his instincts to keep the battle even, to notice what was happening between Gidian and Garret with their adversaries.
     
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    Nathan sat back down after helping the man, a few short minutes went by and a huge crowd started swarming in. Guards, nobles and seasoned veterans all walked in. "So it begins..." Nathan mumbled. The were ordered to line up and say their names, Gidian was first. Then he addressed the woman he was with as Spero. 'So that's her name...' He thought, 'Nice.'

    The girl Spero comforted was next, "Maere". Belzebub was after. He was a little aggressive, and received some abuse. Things settled down a little for a few moments, before the next man said his name. Alleras. He spoke a fair bit before being silenced with a blow to the nose, but he took it on the chin like a champ. His nose was bleeding, but Alleras smiled. Tough man. Nathan thought.

    "Nathan." He said simply, not wanting to stir trouble. The corrupt guards and people wanting to watch unwilling people fight to the death in an arena made his blood boil, he hated them to the core. The temptation to verbally abuse them or point out their horrible behavior was all too strong, but he avoided it.

    After everyone introduced themselves it was time to choose weapons.. Nathan despised being welcomed to the arena, it wasn't welcoming at all. He'd be killed by one of the people he stood with today, or he'd kill them. He chose a steel sword, it seemed to balance perfectly in his grasp. He took a few swings, and grabbed sheathed it in his own sheath. He then grabbed a bow in which the string didn't feel like it was going to break when he pulled it back, as some of them appeared as though they would. He put it over him so the string went down across his chest and the wood was on his back.

    The evaluators began to talk, until 7 warriors cut them off by storming into the room attacking instantly. Alleras shouted to Nathan to pin the archers back with his bow so they didn't join the attack so he did. Gidian and the Orc were fighting well, Nathan had to prove something to them. The arrows didn't appear to be impaling, but Nathan made a timely decision to blind one of the men. He closed one eye, concentrated, and let loose an arrow that managed it's way into one of the warriors eyes. The instant it hit he regretted it. He cursed under his breath, it hadn't gone right through and killed the man but he hollered in pain and grabbed at his face. Nathan couldn't get in trouble for it could he, what did they expect?

    The elf seemed to have removed the arrow, and was now bleeding from the eye. Nathan decided it was time to rebel. He wasn't sure if it was excitement or madness that drove him to do this but he ran as fast as he could toward the elf whom he had just shot and with all his force smashed the bow into the mans face, smashing it to nothing but splinters and a bit of wood. He was stunned, but not down. Nathan drew the sword and in fury of anger and madness began hacking away at his opponent, but Nathan was too reckless. His moves got predictable and the dunmer dodged & swiped at Nathans stomach, winding him. Nathan was then booted in the chest and was sent sprawling to the ground, and the warrior came in for another blow. He rolled out of the way as an attack was incoming and got up to defend himself.
     
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    Garret raised from the ground, after Gidian threw the dark elf off him, into the crossfire of arrows. Garret raised from the ground, the adrenaline started flowing through his veins, mitigating the pain he felt in his palms and leg. It was like he wasn't injured, but he knew it won't last for long. Most likely the pain was going to take over after the fight once more, so he had to act quick. Gidian was engaged in combat with yet another warrior, and Garret went on to help him.

    But another enemy could be heard, rushing in towards Garret from the side, ready to deliver a heavy blow. He was a nord, and wielded a large hammer. When he got near Garret, the breton turned around, grabbed his sword from the ground and took on a defensive stance, awaiting his opponent's next move. The nord jumped in the air, his hammer ready to fall on Garret like a raindrop to the ground. Garret quickly stepped out of the way, and nord missed it's blow, leaving a ground where his hammer hit scarred. Garret begun to circle around him, and the nord kept swinging at him, all of his hits missing the target. He was tiring himself out, and after another blow missed, he had trouble raising the hammer from the ground. Garret swung at the handle of the hammer, cutting down one of the nord's hands. He didn't take kindly to that. As blood flew from his forearm, he charged at Garret, with anger and pain in his eyes. The nord might have been weaponsless, but he was large and strong without a doubt.

    Garret smiled when the man ran towards him, and he threw his sword onto him at a close range. The sword pierced the man's shoulder, and remained stuck in his flesh, but the nord wouldn't stop. Just when he was about to grab Garret, the breton pulled out his dagger and sliced his throat apart in one move as he jumped ahead of the nord, evading his large arms. The man fell to the ground, gagging and drowning on his own blood.

    Garret took his blade from the ground, and looked over at Gidian, who seemed to be handling himself. He eyed another one of his allies - Nathan, who was assaulted by one of the archers. Garret started running towards him, but his speed was limited due to the injury on his leg. He only hoped to help the poor imperial.
     
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  18. The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass

    The Honorable Gidian Diva of Sass Sahrot Vahlok Spaan. Bahnahgaar. Minion #88!
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    Garret's aid had been invaluable, though Gidian would never thank him for it. Garret quickly took the attention of one of Gidian's assailants, easing the pressure they had been putting on Gidian.

    Garret came in, feinting an overhead strike on the warrior on Gidian's right. The warrior immediately raised his shield to block the overhead blow. Gidian, sensing what was about to happen, feinted an attack on the warrior on his left's legs. The man stooped a little, lowering his shield to block the attack. But, at that moment, both Gidian and Garret changed directions and targets.

    Garret moved around behind Gidian, bringing his sword down hard on the unsuspecting enemy's head. The forced of the blow bent the warrior's knees, as he had been suspecting an attack from below, and his head bent downwards. Garret kept pushing the man's head down, bringing his knee up to meet it. There was a crack as the knee broke important parts of the warrior's face.

    Gidian turned his feint into a vicious upward blow, following through under the other warrior's exposed guard and breaking his jaw in the process. The blow jarred Gidian's arm a bit, and the warrior lifted to his tip toes before falling backwards like a ton of poorly stacked bricks.

    Garret was soon occupied with another enemy, but Gidian trusted he could handle him. Another situation had developed. Belzebub was fending off two warriors, which wasn't the problem. Nathan had shot one of them in the eye, and though the arrow had been blunt, it still penetrated the soft tissue. That wasn't a problem either. The problem was that he'd charged forward like a madman, and fought as if it was the first day he'd ever seen real combat. He put too much force into his ineffectual attacks, and fell into a pattern. The warrior, not being stupid, quickly took advantage. Nathan was blocking the shots of his own archers, and Gidian and Garret weren't going to make it in time.

    So instead, Belzebub finished his remaining opponent off, and then Nathan's within the space of about five seconds. It was abrupt and brutal, the orc using the flat top of his axe to parry the first opponent's slash, then bringing the handle around with enough force to knock him out. Then Belzebub slid his fingers down the handle of his axe as he pulled his body back for a swing. He tightened his grip on the handle as his hands fell into the right place, and, without missing a beat, swung the axe around full force into the last remaining warrior's helmeted head. The force of it shattered the already damaged handle of the axe, but it knocked the man out cold with a deafening crack and a slight clang.

    And with that, the evaluations were over. The crowd, amused by the violence, cheered. They especially cheered for Belzebub, who had given them a spectacular finish. It was clear who would be the crowd favorite. They all mocked Nathan for needing saving.

    "He shoulda' stuck with what e' was good at, hidin' behind the REAL warriors!" One called.

    Gidian did not care much for the relatively small crowd. He cared about the evaluators. They were all glaring at Garret, who had blood on his weapons. Gidian looked to the dead man, a nord, unphased by the killing. Gidian was used to violence, and he would not have hesitated to kill had it become relevant.

    The lead evaluator stood with a sarcastic applause, and the crowd got silent as they noticed. "Yes, a fine show." He gave Garret a meaningful look, then signaled the guards. Apparently having this planned beforehand, the guards immediately brandished their weapons and disarmed Gidian and the rest of the contestants. At the lead evaluator's request, they were rough with Garret. "That one will have to learn that to wait for the command." Gidian gave up his weapons without a fuss, then watched, amused, as they gave Belzebub sideways looks. One of them at to step up to Belzebub and pick up the axehead that was now on the ground, and he was obviously afraid. Probably a new guard. The rest got the crowd out of the room.

    After all the weapons were taken, some of the guards herded Gidian and the rest each before one of the unconscious warriors whom they had fought earlier, excepting Garret, who had already killed one. All of the guards in the room trained ranged weapons and formed a formation around the group. Then an elite guard gave set a sword of execution down before each of them, once again excepting Garret. The weapons were a distance from them, so that if any of them suddenly rushed forward to grab one, the guards would have plenty of time to shoot them.

    "You have all, excepting that idiot," the lead evaluator pointed out Garret, "Done extremely well." He looked at Maere. "You have waited for our command to kill. Something most... candidates don't take the time for when we bring them in here. This," he pointed again at Garret, "is just a taste of what will happen to those who fail to comply with this one small detail." The elite guard, distinguished by his armour, approached Garret. Two other guards came up behind Garret, and restrained him by his arms. All of the guards in the room were alert and ready to kill anyone who stepped out of line. This was a test.

    The elite guard then shocked Garret with an excruciating amount of electricity, and it revealed the fact that most if not all of the elite guards were probably capable of magic. Garret stifled any cry of pain, his training as a thief keeping him from uttering a involuntary noises. Gidian heard some of the others cry out in alarm, or protest, but the lead evaluator only smiled. Gidian's fists tightened. This went on for a several long moments, which seemed to drag on for eternity, before the lead evaluator finally signaled enough.

    The elite guard's expression was unreadable behind his helmet, and his armour covered every inch of his body. Gidian would not be able to distinguish any part of him to note him for later. So instead, Gidian memorized every detail of the lead evaluator he could. He was possibly in his early forties, clearly old. His belly was round, meaning he ate well. His clothes were fine, so he was probably rich too. He had gray and brown hair, and cruel green eyes. His nose was narrow and pointed, and his cheeks fat. His eyes were set a little deep in his head, so his brow protruded slightly. His chin was not prominent, though it was rounded and pointed slightly forward. There was nothing really special or handsome about him that Gidian could perceive. He was simply a cruel man who was comfortable being controlled by someone who sat in a seat above him.

    "Now. Take a blade, and kill the men in front of you... on command of course." The evaluator said with a cruel and patronizing smile.

    Gidian picked up his blade and glared at the lead evaluator, giving him a look that made the smile disappear from his face, and that could've made a sabre cat run for cover. He had every intention of giving the man he was to execute a swift and clean death, but before the evaluator ordered it. Any notion of resistance other than that would mean certain death of him an his family if and when Skadi perished. It was the only way he could think to spite them, and it was evident the punishment would not be death. Or at least if this wasn't a direct insult to the evaluator. He did not think it through to a rational extent, and Skadi, sensing what he was about to do, grabbed his arm and stopped him, shaking her head. She looked down at her own sword as if it were a poisonous thing about to bite her, not quite having the will to even reach for it.

    The lead evaluator, sensing that he once again had control, and Gidian would be no threat, gave Skadi an amused look, then waited for the others to prepare themselves in their various fashions, and to make their decision. If they refused, they would of course fail the evaluations, which would not be good for their health. The punishment was rather unique, though they would have no way of knowing what it was. As some of the group began to look as if they were going to refuse, he smiled again with a knowing look. He was quite smug.

    Gidian silently willed Skadi to pick up the sword. He could not afford her to refuse, as the consequences would extend beyond her. Eventually, to his relief, she did. She moved slowly, and looked quite pale, though the expression on her face remained determined, trying to be braver than she felt. It was a poor imitation, as she looked more like she was going to very sick, and also as if she were remembering something very unpleasant.

    After the others had prepared themselves in their various fashions, and took up their weapons and waited for the order, the evaluator once again smiled smugly. He was in no hurry as he raised his hand, withholding the signal to finish it as he did so. He let the moment drag on for several long minutes, trying to make the moment more dramatic for an imaginary crowd only he could see. The evaluator examined the looks of the group, seeing if his letting the moment drag on was having some sort of impact on them, seeing if he was going to get a rise out of any of them. Seeing that he was not, and instead would get only glares of outrage and determination, he discarded his hand signal and waved his hand disdainfully. "Be done with it already."

    Gidian put a quick and clean end to the man that lay at his feet, trying not to think of whether the man might've had a life outside of the arena. He then looked to Skadi, wondering if she even knew a way to kill a person quickly and cleanly. To his surprise, she did. She mimicked Gidian's execution almost perfectly, mirroring him, and then threw the sword away. Gidian looked to his weapon, weighing whether it would do him any good to keep it, before coming to the conclusion it would do no good and tossing his own sword as well.
     
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    "You have all, excepting that idiot," the man who stood between them all proclaimed, being sure to point out Garrett before continuing, "Done extremely well." His eyes shifted to Maere, who just stared back at him, face still, breath even. "You have waited for our command to kill. Something most... candidates don't take the time for when we bring them in here. This," he pointed again at Garret, "is just a taste of what will happen to those who fail to comply with this one small detail."

    Maere was still under this strange surge of boldness that had coursed through her when she tossed her shield. Her eyes tore into the lead evaluators, digging for an answer as to what his motivations were. Soon, however, there were simply too many people walking to Garret for her focus to remain there.

    Her eyes then watched as Garrett was surrounded by the Elite guard and restrained.

    Then, to the shock of nearly everyone in the group,they began to torture him using lightning magic. Those around her gasped and shouted in protest, but Maere said nothing, much to her own surprise.

    She only watched.

    Eventually, to everyone's sure relief, the guard released Garrett with a sign from the Lead Evaluator. Maere's steady gaze returned to him, and a feeling of contempt began to seed itself in her chest.

    She wanted that man dead. She wanted it more than anything she had wanted before. He was the epitome of what she despised in a human being, and killing him would be some sort of poetic victory. Well, if one believed in such silly things.

    "Now. Take a blade, and kill the men in front of you... on command of course."

    Maere's eyes then returned to the beaten men and women who had survived the ordeal against them. She heard a few of the others take swords, even Spero, who she had believed was as timid of murder as she was. However, unlike Maere, Spero seemed to do whatever it took to keep herself alive.

    How Maere envied that choice.

    Maere eventually grabbed her sword as well, running her fingers across the blade, feeling the cold steel. She then looked to the man before her, and prepared her blade.

    The evaluator began to get impatient. "Be done with it already."

    Without any hesitation, Maere lifted her sword and brought it down hard upon the man's neck. He cried and anguish, then crumbled to the floor.

    As if it were some great awakening within her, Maere's steady demeanor fell away, bringing back the frightened cleric. Her eyes caught sight of the man she had just executed, and then to the sword itself.

    In a mixture of fear and disgust, she tossed the sword to the floor and raised her hand to her mouth. Tears began to form behind her eyes, and she wanted to throw up.

    What had she done?
     
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    "Now. Take a blade, and kill the men in front of you... on command of course."

    Belzebub picked up a sword and approached the man he was to kill. Blood dripped from his face and his breathing was heavy. He was on his hands and knees, and he was obviously in pain. Belzebub had just defeated four warriors in combat, taking advantage of their every weakness and using all his advantages when possible. But this was different.

    It... its different to kill a man who fights back. This is not battle... this is murder. This is unnecessary.

    Belzebub approached the man more closely, and he looked into Belzebub's eyes for a second. That second, Belzebub thought, was the worst in his entire life. He could feel his agony, feel his shame. It seemed all the pain of that guard were transferred upon Belzebub. He felt pity for the man in that instant. The guard turned away and closed his eyes, accepting of his fate.

    Belzebub had killed many men during the glorious rush of battle. But this was a man near the edge of death and with no reason to be killed. This is what saddened Belzebub the most. There was no reason for this man to die. He was defeated, unable to fight any longer. But yet he must die.

    The evaluator now simply said "Be done with it already."

    Belzebub saw that the man was now looking at him again. His eyes not pleading for his life nor asking Belzebub to stop, but asking instead to end it quickly. Belzebub saw nobody looking at him, for his previous display had lead everyone to assume he would be the one most likely to quickly kill anyone at a given opportunity.

    Belzebub's lips formed out two words: "I'm sorry". The man seemed to nod, and Belzebub plunged the sword straight through his neck. The guard's life was now over, but unlike all the other life's he had taken Belzebub felt pity for just this one.
     
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