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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 18, 2017 7:59:18 GMT
The air had a musty smell to it, mixed with the metallic hint of blood. Like the cave of a predator, it smelled of struggle, but with the recent events there was a hint of something different; fear. Nearly an hour, maybe two, had passed since so many royals had been killed, or kidnapped. The spectators and citizens of the different nations hadn't quite gotten over it yet though. There was a deadly tension in the air, as if everyone was waiting for the next horror to strike. It was chaos, but chaos to those who had never seen war or death before. Peace was a wonderful idea, a glorious concept, but always seemed to be a mask that simply veiled the same bloodthirsty feelings that exist in combat where that mask can no longer be worn. The difference, however, was that peace was often debilitating. It left nations weak, gorging themselves in decadence. Which lead to the chaos being experienced now. It was amusing really. Hundreds and thousands die in the bloodshed of war, and they merely become a statistic. A few people with the right last name get killed? Total and absolute panic.
Dorian wasn't paid for contemplating the intricacies of politics or philosophy however. No, he found himself in the underground chambers on this day with a simple task. Hunt a hunter. Though he despised whoever started this for endangering the school. He couldn't help but be impressed by them as well, it was a well thought out plan, and the chaos in its way was beautiful. Royals cowering in their balconies, no better than the peasants cowering in the stands beneath them. It was equalizing. In fact, he might almost admire it, if he wasn't so damn pissed off.
Calmly walking down the halls, many had cleared out, but there was still a small crowd that had gathered to help the gladiators; and to hide themselves from the bloodshed that had passed above the chambers. Dorian calmly glanced in each room he passed, some had fighters getting ready, some empty. He made his way into a larger chamber, here many combatants were either getting ready to enter the arena, or just coming out and tending to their wounds. There was a majority of the fighters here though.
He stood in the shadows for a moment, watching the back and forth of the crowds, before stepping forward. "Good evening... You all know the situation we've been put in. I'm here to ask if anyone has any information on the murders? If anyone has seen anything strange in the chambers in the last hour or before the King of the humans was turned in to an ash heap." .... oh wait, he should probably be more sensitive to that, as well as professional, "I mean... was murdered, and such. I'm a representative of the college, and inquiring on behalf of a whole lot of pissed of royals." Well, that was more sensitive... maybe.
Khaalius Sandrus
Zander Carval
Radulfr Caput Lupinum
Anselm Reifanlik
Ruthalla Elanan
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Post by Zander Carval on Dec 18, 2017 14:15:11 GMT
((This is gonna be a three-in-one post, cause writing all three of my chars separately would kill me. xD The other two chars are Ruth and Khaal, by the by.))
Zander thought that surely, he was going to die down here. His captors kept a careful eye on him and the other prisoners, dragging them out one by one as the fights commenced. His first battle he had won, though fighting Captain Waters was the last thing he wanted to do. Actually, fighting at all was the last thing, period. His stomach was still in knots, but at least he was managing to keep his food down.
Then chaos erupted around the young merman. Captors rushed to and fro, and from their hasty exchanges he learned of the events, and the fact that they were all trapped now. For a moment, he was stunned to learn overwater countries actually had kings and queens, much like his homeland. Then an idea struck him, surely granted by the gods of sea themselves, and he managed to charm one of the captors into unlocking his cage and letting him out. His magic wasn't strong, so the lad hurried along, looking for a place to hide until the whole thing blew over.
After some sneaking about, the merman made his way into a room with a few people. It didn't seem as though they were with the captors, in fact they looked like fellow escaped prisoners, if better armored. Deciding it was his best course of action, he made his way to a corner and tried to act like he belonged, though with him barefoot and looking like a mundane sailor, it was a question of how well he blended in. Not to mention his eyes kept darting about, spooked, alert and soaking up other people's appearance.
Looking about, among the people the first person he noticed was a woman with large, scaly, scarlet wings. She had armor of leather, with plates of steel along her arms, and a decidedly unhappy expression on her face as she hung in her corner. Zan saw her crossed arms and the self-assured way she leaned against the wall, and tried to mimic it. But when her fierce amber eyes swept his way, the young man immediately averted his gaze, cowering a little.
After a moment of recovery from that, he noticed another person that stood out. This man looked rather fancy, for lack of another term. He had a blue cloak hanging off his shoulders, the silver embroidery upon it being what caught the merman's eye. If that wasn't enough, the man held a bottle of wine in one hand, and a glass half full in the other, and seemed completely at ease considering he was trapped with everyone else down here.
Zander didn't manage to decipher his appearance any further before a third person caught his gaze. This one got nearly everyone else's attention too, as he stepped out of the shadows and spoke of the murders, adding that he represented the college. What college, Zan didn't know, but if someone has been murdered... he should help, shouldn't he? The man's words were met with reactions of interest, indifference and even anger, but none seemed willing to step up.
"I-I saw something." The young merman blurted against his better judgment, and immediately shrank against the wall as gazes came his way. Nobody tackled him and tried to drag him back to his cell, so after a second of silence he continued, shakily.
"Um... t-there was someone who didn't quite look like the others who kept us locked up." Zander said, fidgeting. "I d-don't remember much but... he... um... she? had brown hair."
The half-dragon lady from the other corner snorted, an unimpressed sound that made the young merman flinch. "That all you saw, boy?" She demanded, which made the lad twitch and send an apologetic look Dorian's way.
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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Dec 20, 2017 1:20:06 GMT
Radulfr stood by himself in his own corner, leaning against the wall near the same place he had been before. Perhaps he just liked it there the best than the other places. But he didn't even bother to move as the Head Tracker came down here, supposedly accusing them of the crime. Or just asking them for information. Whatever. It was all the same to him, and now the room had become even more crowded and noisy since they were all gathered there. Oh how pleasant it was. Despite beating him, the Khaal bastard still pissed him off. It was a headache to put on all of his armor again, but fortunately he was able to as he now wore it. The bloodied wounds were also bandaged after the battle, despite the fact that he thought he didn't need any tending to. But the immortal was there, still looking as smug as ever with a glass of wine in his hand. Radulfr just wanted to wipe that look off his face and knock the glass to the ground. But, Wryn should still be around somewhere, he then thought. He was lucky enough to see her after the whole thing happened. She was safe, that's all that mattered now. But he couldn't give a rat's ass about those royals. It was their own doing, they had it coming to them. He could care less for the now dead queen and king. It wasn't his problem. But if the mages wanted to blame him or all the gladiators for it, then they would have to beat him in a fight. Just as long as they didn't touch Wryn. But he continued to stand there, looking toward them speaking to each other as he just looked on from the sidelines. His blue eye couldn't help but stare from his corner. Even if all of the royals were pissed off, he could care less. Though, maybe if they found whoever did it, they can escape from out of here. But he had unfinished business. Both with winning the tournament and getting his gold, and with finishing off the immortal fool. But they still were going to give him the money if he won... right?
The thing he cared most for made him stand from his position, walking toward the band of idiots as he then crossed his arms once more, leaning slightly on one side. "Look, I could care less. Your royals can go to hell for all that matters," he said, not even caring whom he was speaking to. The Head Tracker could probably finish him off in an instant, and since he was an outlaw, he could suffer no punishment for it. Yet, the rash werewolf continued speaking anyway. "But you're still giving the gold right? Don't tell me you're going to cancel it just for this silly display," he said, voice threatening. That would be horrible if it did. If that's the case, then being here, making a fool out of himself after the last battle against Khaalius, all of it would have been an extreme waste of time. If not then he should just leave with Wryn, when all of the forcefields went down that was. Trying to calm himself down, he breathed. But, he was having a tough time at it considering he was speaking to one of those in power. Probably some jerk he bet. Though then the blue eye gazed upward at him once more. He had seen something, while going through the hallway. He didn't think it'd be much help, but, money and getting out of here was on the line. "But, I saw someone in the hallway," he started, not really wanting to say but he did anyway. It was only a brief glimpse but it was something. "They had some plants with them. Might have been for the concoction," he said, suggesting that maybe it was for poisoning the immortal queen. "Maybe that'd be helpful," he said dryly. He didn't care otherwise but apparently this was throwing the mages off. They needed their culprit so he can get his coin. |
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