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The Time Cimber saved Surus' Life...; Come for the summons, stay for the bloodshed...; Cimber discovers Surus in the Stadium of Blades fighting for his life.
Topic Started: May 2 2014, 05:52 PM (94 Views)
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Feb 21 2013
Cimber is summoned to the City of Ar by the Central Cylinder but left waiting. In the course of waiting a young scribe tasked with entertaining the Administrator of Minus takes him to the Stadium of Blades for an afternoon of bloodshed. It is during the spectacles however that an old face reappears. Hatless and looking worse for wear...


(12:22:40 )
- Storyteller -


says to . Administrator of Minus: -The summons from the Central Cylinder had been quite unexpected, as it was intended, but one does not put off or delay when such a missive arrives which is why soon after you'd find yourself in Ar. No matter how prompt you were in answering the summons though like all bureaucratic systems you'd be made to wait and wait, and wait some more. Efficiency in government was never particularly impressive in the City of Ar but during this time the Cylinder operated even more ineffectively than before it seemed. With no real reason given as to why you were being summoned you'd be left in the company of scribes, personal assistants and the like, working for the men up top who desired your presence here today. They were not only tasked with gaining information and insight into your state of mind and general demeanour to report back to their masters with, but also to entertain and see that your stay was made comfortable. Knowing that you were a man of action and the sword they would suggest a day at the Stadium of Blades to watch all manner of spectacles. One young, articulate scribe who was clearly pleased to make the acquaintance of the notorious Cimber was happily explaining as he lead you to a seat in the stands that new fighting slaves were being revealed. Female ones too! He had seen sleens and larls being prepped for the sands and seemed rather eager to witness the results when the creatures would be unleashed against these fighting slaves mentioned, some of whom would be little more than petty criminals meant only to die horribly instead of battling gloriously for the mob. It would seem for a scribe this young man had quite an appetite for bloodshed a detail that should have likely endeared him to you but ended up coming across as mildly alarming. The man was a nerd of course but of a rather cold sort…-

(12:33:08 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to ALL: Unexpected was one way of putting it, I hadn't thought that the men of the central cylinder would require me at any time in the near future, I was actually a little unnerved by coming back here but that was to be expected seeing as how some of these men were the most powerful in all of Gor; I'd known a few of their predecessors likely but most of this new breed was unknown to me. Arriving with due haste it was a little off putting to be made to wait, I never stayed long in Ar and when I did it was only to drink in a tavern or check in on my coffers at the bank, I owned a villa outside of Ar but it had been virtually years since I'd seen the property. At least those who were told to attend me ensured I was comfortable and when the young scribe had suggested a trip to the Stadium of Blades my answer was..."Why not. I've fought in there a few times you know."...it seems I never missed an opportunity to talk about where I've been and what I've done especially with someone who followed my exploits over the years and despite how the young scribes mildly alarming demeanor I figured that may have been due to his age. Nodding my head as he explained about the days festivities and matches however I'd have admit..."That sounds alright. Maybe we'll get to see a few good match."...while I sat in the seat we'd moved towards and made myself comfortable before inquiring once..."What did you say your name was again?"...I'm not sure I'd caught it during our introduction but I liked to know the names of the people I was talking to. Fighting slaves, sleens and larls, criminals, men and women; all this sounded like something I could make a day out of actually and maybe while I was here I could pretend not to be an administrator and enjoy myself just a little bit more.

(12:44:34 )
- Storyteller -


says to . Administrator of Minus: -The scribe's name was Lucullus Terentius Hyginus of the caste of scribes and after you had seated yourself he'd go on and on about how he had heard you once fought in the stadium but was too embarrassed to ask about it. He'd then feel obligated to ask all the questions he had been keeping bottled to this point. Waving down a couple of slave girls to keep you company during the match as well provided you both with refreshment from the different vendors he'd soon abandon all conversation once the long wailing of the trumpeters horns signaled the start of the games. The crowd went wild as the saying goes as a loud roar of appreciation and excitement went up as the first combatants arrived in the stands. They wore elaborate helms, bracers and greaves with colourfully painted shields that the crowd even up high could follow and see. They were obviously fresh fighting slaves and had not been training in their ludus long but it was not a bad match. A few surprising blows and close calls roused gasps and further cheers of appreciation but eventually one fell and the next bout was soon begun as the body of the dead slave was dragged off by attendants. There was few delays between each bout as the crowd would not suffer lulls amiably and so to keep their interest and lust for blood continuing the managers of the spectacles ensured they mob was not left waiting long for more sport and bloodshed. As each fight was announced though it was clear the managers were saving their better fighters for the later matches as each round became more and more exciting and intricate in fighting styles. It was clear some of these men had been at the art of gladiatorial fighting for a while as they knew just how to create suspense and draw the crowd right in.-

(12:55:24 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to ALL: Nothing wrong with a little fandom and worship in my books which is why I gladly answered the questions of Lucullus while enjoying the attentions of the slave girls who brought us refreshment. As long as the Scribe went on it would seem I had answers for his questions even going so far as to regal him with tales of bloodshed from far north in Torvaldsland all the way back down to the Tahari. It was a right good time and I enjoyed it all. Alas all good storytelling must come to an end though and I would turn my attention to the stadium sands when the first match was about to begin and while I didn't bet and remained mostly silent to watch the bout I would occasionally tell Lucullus how I would have preformed a move differently or what one fighter could have done to counter another. All in good fun even as one fighting slave slew the other. When winners were announced I would applaud and cheer with the crowd as was only right though occasionally when the fighter I hoped would win had lost my applause was noticeably less; still I was as gracious as possible when it came to losing. While the matches went on and became more exciting I would eventually ask Lucullus if there was anyone special or renowned supposed to do battle today; I hadn't heard of any of the newer fighters before but I'd hoped that maybe I would be able to see a gladiator of some renown while we were here as there were a few of them. Also I admit to being a bit of a pig, as were many men, and inquired as to how many ludus owners would be included to rent me there female Gladiatrix for a bit of use later on; I mean I was here to be entertained while waiting for the central cylinder to see me wasn't I? Well then bring on the woman flesh! Hahahah. Regardless it was clear I was having a fairly good time and the young scribe could expect a good review if his superiors asked me about him.

(12:56:41 ) PII
: Enters the room...

(12:56:51 )
- Storyteller -


says to ALL: stalker!

(12:57:37 ) PII : is it really stalking when I find intruders in my home and shoot them? >.>

(12:58:12 )
- Storyteller -


says to ALL: LMAO! Okay Oscar...

(12:58:21 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to ALL: Lets get out of here before old lady Pii canes us!

(12:59:43 ) PII : oh fine. I'll leave you to your gay sex. sheeeeeeeeeeesh

(13:00:11 )
- Storyteller -


says to ALL: hah! you came in hoping I know

(13:00:18 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to PII: No stay. It could be better with an audience. lol

(13:01:12 ) PII : -.-

(13:02:19 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to PII: Hahahah.

(13:08:56 )
- Storyteller -


says to . Administrator of Minus: -Lucullus rhymed off a few names of famous fighters who might make an appearance but undoubtedly you had heard of them in little Minus. He assured you that after the spectacles he would introduce you to a number of ludus owners who would be only too happy to introduce you to their stock and rent you a fighting slave or two. That is, if their stock survived their respective bouts here today. Ale and wine aplenty flowed and your cup was never empty while food consisting of roasted meats, some of which were served on skewers and sticks, were provided. On occasion the scribe would introduce you to an acquaintance of his in the stands wishing an introduction to the great Cimber although you might get the impression some were eager to meet you for less than favourable reasons. It appeared some wished an introduction in order to say, after your predicted demise, that they had in fact met you before your untimely end. You and others were the subject of much gossip and rumour telling which you would surely be aware of. If you suffered through the pleasantries and awkward sycophants you'd soon be witness to the next stage of the spectacles involving larls captured in the Voltai ranges and brought to Ar for this specific reason. The majestic beasts were vicious and unruly and at one point one of the great beasts turned on the handlers herding it into the arena. This was not alarming or cause for panic as the crowd cheered this small mishap and unfortunate, unrehearsed accident until the handlers scrambled off leaving the larls to roar, leap and stalk the walls of the arena searching for a means of escape or at least some access to the screaming mob which seemed to be begging to be eaten by their behaviour. Moments later though a gate at the far end of the stadium opened and through it a number of chained figures were thrust out onto the sun baked sands by guardsmen prodding the captives with spears. An assortment of subpar weaponry and half battered shields and helms were scattered about which these chained men, most likely criminals, would have to retrieve in order to fight for their survival against these wild animals.-

(13:23:15 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to ALL: Untimely demise indeed! These were actually the men I wished to shake hands with the most so that I could commit their faces and names to memory so that if we met outside of a social setting I would be the last face they remembered when they met their untimely demise likely by my own hand. After all accidents happened in Ar. Regardless I was in mostly good humor and if Lucullus introduced me as an acquaintance of his then all the better as we had started getting along quite well; I rather enjoyed him even more when he told me he would introduce me to various owners after the spectacles so that I could speak to them about renting their stock. When the next spectacle was being arranged my eyes would turn towards the Larls being brought into the stadium before I chuckled when the small mishap occurred, Larls were dangerous after all and I'd killed a few myself, this should be an interesting match. As expected those in the chains of criminals were brought out next which soured my mood a bit as likely these men would all be devoured whereas I was hoping to see a sporting match of man against beast. Maybe I would be pleasantly surprised. Turning my head to Lucullus I'd have said a common phrase..."I'll bet on the fighter who wears the helmet."...it was meant as a joke considering all the subpar equipment usually reserved for criminals in the arena. Leaning closer I'd plant my elbows on my thighs and watch as the combat got underway, my eyes mostly following the movements of the men who were closest to the action, I wanted to try and pick out whether or not any of these men were actually decent fighters or not.

(13:37:39 )
- Storyteller -


says to . Administrator of Minus: -Yeah did you happen to kill these Larls in 1998 with one foul swoop of your sword? In any event Lucullus after hearing your joke would laugh and turn his attention back to the arena where the gang of 10 criminals poorly dressed, dirty and looking like they'd been soundly beaten already, scrambled for the weapons and equipment some of which was hot having already been baking in the sun a while. One stout, swarthy figure taking up a gladius seemed unbothered by the heat or unconcerned with the other equipment left out. He ignored the helms and shields and crouched low watching the three great tawny larls as they turned their predatory gazes from the roaring mobs of people. Their ears were pinned back and their lips curled, twitching and revealing their knife like teeth dripping with drool as they were parched and thirsting in the heat. Their fur was a disadvantage but not so great that the odds were evened against the men now pissing themselves and ill prepared to meet this challenge head on. Some of the men were already uttering prayers and one was reduced to tears, others however shouted and cursed, showing their rage and hatred for the crowd spitting and jeering beyond the high walls protecting them as they watched on. Chains rattled and the swarthy character in particular chained to a larger, plumper sort pulled on his bindings to yank his counterpart along which he did with obvious ease despite the weight of the other man who was plainly becoming a burden, the ball at the end of that particular chain. Still armed only with gladius in his right hand the swarthy sort hurried across the sands until with a sharp yank and pull of the chain he all but threw the other man out in front of him, using his weight against him as the momentum saw the blob like figure tossed out like a hunk of meat at the end of a rope. A trap so to speak…nothing more than bait which seconds later one of the larls engaged with flensing claws and widely opened jaw. Shrieking followed, blood sprayed and from behind the man who was now used as a shield with the swarthy character pressed into his back, hunched low s if behind a shield in classic formation, his gladius shot forward under the ravaged man's right arm toward the under belly of the larl. With several swift movements of his blade the swarthy criminal had stabbed his blade into the larl's gut much like he had done against Trevian scum who some number of months ago had it in mind to trample a little town bold enough not to pay the yearly tithe exacted by the raiders. It was this kind of brutal disregard for human life and brotherhood that brought the crowd to a frenzied state as all in the sands was forgotten with regard to caste and civility, a different law reigned and it was exciting to those who lead simple small lives within the systems they were not meant to wander far from.-

(13:40:30 )
Merc With a Mouth

[ Surus the Surly ]
Mercenary | Hundred Spears
[Secondary Character (So don't fall in love with me)]
-


is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to . Administrator of Minus: "Fuck you all you tarsk spawned toads! I will gut you all when I am done with your little pets!"-He bellowed madly, his face painted in globs of human and larl blood as he narrowly escaped the immense weight of dead larl and fat baker (least he figured him for a baker) collapsing to the sands. Surus, motherfuckers!-

(13:56:56 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to ALL: Eyes watched the spectacle unfold closely and when I caught sight of the swarthy figure I thought he looked familiar though at the moment I wasn't able to take in his features close enough to make the connection as I observed everything from the stands. All things considered it was a good match as the larls and criminals did battle and as the larls died off it would have become clear that I was becoming more interested due to the fact that I hadn't expected the criminals to last an overly long time. Always looking back at that swarthy figure I recognized that he had a bit of skill with a blade too. It was also somewhat endearing to see how he used the fat Baker as his meat shield when he killed the Larl after thrusting a sword into its belly and gutting it so to speak and that was when I recognized who the man was. Indeed I recognized Suris quite well, he'd been missing for some time now, and with eyes falling across his form I'd have wondered how he came to this fate when last I'd sent him off to discover more about that dagger he'd found before realizing someone must have wanted him out of the way. Allowing my gaze to shift across the remaining criminals and Larls I knew that I could not help Surus out of this particular mess though I'd have turned my head to Lucullus and stated..."That man there is a prime candidate for a venture I'd like to put together. If he survives this spectacle I would like to purchase him."...maybe Lucullus would be hesitant to assist me there however I added..."Were you to help me I would consider you a close personal friend Lucullus and my friends are always treated well."...indeed if he did not like riches or the pleasures of flesh Lucullus could use my name as a way to get his more squeamish counterparts to do as he wished and might find himself on the fast track to great things in the Caste of Scribes he need only think of the possibilities. As for the proposition itself the Scribe could likely surmise I wanted Surus for a ludus I planned to put together in Minus myself where he'd be brought back to Ar to fight again. It was just good business and I needed something to do in Minus.

(14:02:49 )
- Storyteller -


says to . Administrator of Minus: -It is here Lucullus kind of tunes you out with a weakly spoken assurance that oh yes of course, he will help you if the man does survive, you got it pal, but something tells you even if the guy in the sands does make it...he's dead meat anyways. Surely you must be putting together some dots here, you were meant to watch Surus die, this is all been staged for your benefit. Will you just sit there like a chump and let these bastard politicians play you or will you rise to the occasion and show yourself worthy of the name Cimber? Seriously even Lucullus is a little disappointed by your blatant tactic for while he came across as an innocent wide eyed fan he knew you all along and just what you were about. Seems you were easy to dupe with a few kindly spoken words and fanboying.-

(14:08:00 )
Merc With a Mouth

[ Surus the Surly ]
Mercenary | Hundred Spears
[Secondary Character (So don't fall in love with me)]
-


is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to ALL: -Meanwhile, Surus is having a hell of a time and after chopping the hand off the dead weight he had used as a shield, severing the weighted ball from his chain he is soon running, ducking and having to turn his sword on another criminal who has it in mind to use Surus' tactic with Surus himself becoming the shield in this other man's scenario for survival. Battling the other man who it seems is a thief out of some dark hole in the lower districts Surus narrowly misses the lunge of another larl who pouncing on the treacherous thief saves Surus from having to waste anymore time and energy which he is sorely short on. This leaves only one last larl who is the largest of the lot currently on the other side of the arena mauling some poor skinny bastard who just pissed himself. It's then as he jogs across the sands that he picks up a shield discarded and cracked through it's center. He won't be saving the man that is ravaged but he is starting to prepare for the eventuality that the big bastard larl is going to be turning on him soon. Best to prepare…-

(14:23:04 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to ALL: Go to Ar they said. Take in a show they said. Watch one of your friends die they said. Well if Lucullus wasn't going to help me I might as well get rid of him now. Thus with the swift raise of my left arm I drove my elbow across and into the young man nose in such a surprise tactic it should catch him completely unaware and shatter his nose in several places. Drawing my arm back behind the head of the scribe then I'd have yelled out..."Clear a path!"...before rising with young Lucullus in a dazed headlock as I drug him towards the wall of the pit. As I moved my right hand had gone to the hilt of my Scimitar and I drew it ensuring that everybody knew I meant business, the Scimitar itself going backwards to rest over my right shoulder, as I went for the walls of the stadium. It was disappointing really because I liked Lucullus but his nonchalant answer to my request had struck me as something off and I doubted anyone would really want to save him that badly. Footsteps were quick a,d my left arm remained curled tightly around Lucullus head as I made the wall that dropped down into the stadium before with a twist of the waist and pump of my arm I threw Lucullus over the wall and down where he could be another distraction for the Larl. At that point I did two other things just to let everyone who knew my name know that I was still as mad as ever. Turning my head right before I dove over the wall and into the stands I'd notice one of the men who'd wanted to meet me before I met that untimely demise of mine and shouting out..."Betrayer!"...I'd have swept my scimitar down from over my right shoulder in a stroke that went from my left to right meant to chop heavily into the left side of the mans face. The crowd loves a good death right? I'd come up with some reason for having offed him later. No time to think after a move like that though I'd have leapt over the wall and into the stadium, probably a bad decision, and we all learn the real reason I'd thrown Lucullus over first was so that I could come down boots first and use him to break my fall. Smart thinking right!? Anyways I'd have bellowed out as I made my landing..."Surus!"...my scimitar raising overhead to wave..."SURUS!"...at least he knew he wasn't alone now and I was still as much of a badass as I used to be. Jogging across the sands I'd have moved towards him so that we could link up and face the enormous beast together as comrades.

(14:34:46 )
Merc With a Mouth

[ Surus the Surly ]
Mercenary | Hundred Spears
[Secondary Character (So don't fall in love with me)]
-


is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to . Administrator of Minus:-Surus had been intent on preparing for the onslaught of the largest of the trio of larls but aware of a mild disturbance even through the haze of what he believed might be his last moments in this world he glimpsed an area of the stands where the spectators were scrambling, running away from something. He could not pin point you just yet and at the last moment when you had thrown the slimy little scribe down over the wall Surus had turned back to survey the happenings at sand level. The largest of the larls was being harassed by a small group of men who had banded together and with a glance to his left Surus noticing a spear ducked forward toward it, plucking it up out of the sands only to realize the top half of the shaft was missing. No matter for with a powerful swing of his left arm he sent the spear soaring toward the larl….completely missing it as it hunched down low at the last moment in order to lunge, killing a man standing behind it instead.- "Fuck..sorry mate!"-He called out much too late with a bit of a cringe but by then he had more reason for concern as turning to hear your voice raising above the chaos of battle and crazed mob he discovered that you had come. You had actually come! His eyes lit up with recognition until with a deadly scowl the likes of which made lesser men weak in the knees he hurled himself toward you, meeting you halfway into your trajectory toward him, not to hug as some might imagine, but to deliver an abrupt and well aimed punch to your big beautifully mustached face.- "YOU CAME!? Are you fucking mad? What part of this didn't you realize was a trap!?!?!"-What a happy reunion while behind him the larl continued glutting itself on easy meals consisting of men chased down and crushed in the sands to be swiftly ripped and torn apart. It was almost comical really as one poor bastard was waving a hand some distance behind Surus as if trying to signal you to save him while Surus stood there in your forefront dripping sweat and blood with a murderous gleam in his dark eyes. Clearly you were saving the wrong man, that other guy would have been MUCH more grateful but beneath his rage Surus was indeed grateful, impressed and even touched…but also really fucking pissed that you would be so blind!-

(14:44:46 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to Merc With a Mouth[ Surus: Watching as Surus rushed towards me I was feeling my old, aged, oats now that I was in these familiar sands and even though I hadn't expected Surus to punch me straight on in the mouth I'd have bobbed my head to the side and used my left arm to parry his arm away before shoving him backwards. Actually I looked at him rather indignantly just then before exclaiming..."Of course I know it's a trap I used their man to break my fall and killed one of them up in the stands."...meaning that now dead Senator who thought for sure he'd see my untimely demise first..."They'll really want us dead now so make haste!"...my but I was full of bravado as I raised my scimitar over my right shoulder again. Looking at the Larl still busy with whatever men were left after banding together I'd have said..."Don't suppose we could just knock down one of the doors and escape?"...there was a bit of laughter then as my eyes turned to the crowd and I waved my left hand towards all of them. They must have all been loving this touching moment amidst the bloodshed. Glancing towards the sands for anything that I could use I'd have found a bent helm which I bent down to pick up in my left hand then before charging ahead towards the Larl..."Do you want to live forever!?"...I called back towards Surus as I roared ahead with scimitar at the ready before hurling the helm towards the head of the larl so that I could draw it's attention. Fuck it right; we all came here to see a show!

(15:00:03 )
Merc With a Mouth

[ Surus the Surly ]
Mercenary | Hundred Spears
[Secondary Character (So don't fall in love with me)]
-


is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to . Administrator of Minus: -Actually yes Surus did in fact want to live forever and sneering as you went about in your usual goon headed routine he gathered his remaining strength and turned toward the last of the larls until…- "FUCK!"-The second larl hadn't been taken out yet and tackled Surus who with the battered shield and gladius in hand had to contend with the crushing weight of the animal as it snapped and tried to bite his face off. With the shield brought up at the last moment when his back impacted with the sands he roared in the face of the larl viciously snapping at his face and would have been dining on his fine features if not for the shield held between himself and the feline foe. Using all his remaining strength to keep the beast up off him via the shield Surus surely felt done for as the gladius had fallen a distance his arms could not reach at the moment as he all but awkwardly balanced the larl's weight on the face of the shield heard cracking and groaning, ready to break. It was then that fate intervened though not on his behalf however as a well timed addition to this trap was now deployed when the men who had obviously meant to see you die had a number of archers brought out. Ringing the stadium sands the archers began letting loose volleys of arrows some of which flew stray and at that precise moment when death loomed over Surus, looking him in the eye, an arrow shot straight into the open maw of the larl. Using this opportunity he'd thrust forward with all his remaining strength and shove the creature off him, and in the process of rolling the larl thrashing and screaming its pain and rage Surus finding the gladius in the sand wasted no time imbedding its blade into the larl's neck. Having no time to savour how close he had come to death afterward Surus was then immediately struck in the shoulder by an arrow and brought briefly to his knees, although much of the ambush was now being turned upon you as the archers soon took to taking fewer but more well aimed shots at you, the focus of this bit of treachery here today. Leave it to the people though whose love for you was clear as along one side of the stadium the archers posted there were being harassed by the spectators who booed and clearly took offense at what they were seeing. This was cheating!-

(15:17:27 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to Merc With a Mouth[ Surus: It was just like Surus to get out charging the largest Larl; I bet he had it planned that the last one was going to jump on him all along. Outrageous! Rushing ahead I turned my head to look back over my shoulder and was ready to start running back to help Surus when the archers appeared not long after and began to fire into sands. It was just like them to fire most of their aimed shots at me too which is why diving ahead I'd have hit the sands just first as a range of arrows flew overhead though this seemed to be the least of my worries as no sooner did I notice a large shadow growing closer to me. Peering upwards I'd have seen the massive Larl whom I'd earlier throw the helm at and with some muttering I'd have uttered..."Now wait a minute champ. You've got the wrong guy. I don't even know this asshole!"...meaning Surus obviously though it didn't seem to convince the Larl as it stalked forward and I climbed back onto my feet to meet it. Footsteps were made one over the other then as I started circling the Larl, making it difficult for the beast to lunge at me even as it closed the distance, and with scimitar at the ready I made a few swipes to try and keep the beast away. Wouldn't it just be my luck that caught me across the left cheek of the ass then and made me stumble back where I finally noticed the citizens of Ar rallying to my defense as they harassed the archers in the stands. Looking back just in time as the Larl came ahead I'd shuffle away and to the side quickly as the Larl made a mighty swipe of its paw which I barely managed to avoid while swinging my scimitar in towards the leading leg of the beast. As the scimitar came in I rolled my wrist outwards as well so that I could wrap the curved edge of the scimitar behind the Larls leading leg and use the false edge to reach up into its armpit and sever the ligaments there causing the beast the cry out loudly as blood hit the sands and its movement was hampered, even slightly. Running backwards then I knew better than to stay at reach with the Larl though I heard a man crying out for help behind me as well and looking back I saw that an Archer had lost his footing due to the harassment of the crowds and toppled over the wall where he landed prone with bow and arrow. No time was wasted as I ran at him and lunged forward, tackling the Archer into the sand where we wrestled and rolled only so that I could let him take my back just before the mighty Larl leapt from the side and took the man in its jaws and off of me while arrows came down, one of them hitting the archer in the shoulder instead of me. Rolling onto my stomach then I'd have sheathed my Scimitar and lunged for the Bow laying in the sands which I took up before finding an arrow that hand likewise been fired and landed stray in the stadium. Nocking the bow I took aim and fired for the neck of the Larl while it was distracted with the body of its fresh kill.

(15:17:30 ) Dice Roller : Dice Rolled by . Administrator of Minus . CimberThe Sleeping Dragon Minus|IC using 1 dice with 6 sides : 3

(15:17:57 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to Merc With a Mouth[ Surus: And the hit was not a bullseye, lol

(15:34:30 )
Merc With a Mouth

[ Surus the Surly ]
Mercenary | Hundred Spears
[Secondary Character (So don't fall in love with me)]
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is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to . Administrator of Minus: -Surus filtered out a lot of the other shit and shenanigans occurring around him and as he reached up to snap a portion of the arrow shaft off as it stuck cleanly out of his shoulder he turned and picked up the discarded shield. What a grand little shield it was too, even as it was ready to break to splinters as Surus' fondness for it grew out of the fact it had helped him avoid certain death. However using it to shield him from any arrow fire he advanced toward one side of the stadium where an archer was posted and clearly taking aim on you at that very moment. His arrow may have done you great harm if not for the fact that after a mighty throw the shield appeared as if out of no where (for surely that's how the archer would have reacted) and hurtled straight into the face of the archer who was struck from his post and left wobbling unevenly on the stone ledge. A citizen in the stands thrusting his arms just then saw the archer then toppled into sands where after falling he was greeted immediately by sight of the sole of Surus' boot coming down upon him, crushing his face and rendering the world suddenly black for the treacherous archer. A roar more bestial than man erupted from Surus' lips afterward and plucking the bow and arrow from the dying wretch after watching you doing the same with one fallen archer Surus had been preparing to engage the last beast along side of you. However, what would happen after they killed the larl? Clearly they were intended to die but as the thought skittered across Surus' mind the answer presented itself in the most unlikely of ways as the gates along one side of the stadium opened as if by some miracle exacted by the Priest Kings. Standing in the entry way immediately afterward was a tall dark figure dispelling the notion of holy intrevention who saluted Surus before waving you and him both toward the opened portal.- "Crassus!…"-Surus recognizing his brother would begin advancing toward the open gate bellowing.- "To the gate, run! Run!"-Fuck the larl he figured it was time to make a get away and Crassus and his men would not be able to protect their back for long exposed as they were. Undoubtedly Surus and yourself were not the only ones who would notice the open gate and allies dashing to the rescue.-

(15:48:47 )
. Administrator of Minus .

Cimber
The Sleeping Dragon
Minus|IC

is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to Merc With a Mouth[ Surus: Unbeknownst to me Surus may have just saved my life while I shot my arrow into the larl. It hadn't struck it in the neck as I'd intended but it did land somewhere behind the shoulder and in the side of the beast wounding but not killing it as I cursed under my breath. No more arrows within reach I tossed down the bow and drew my Scimitar once again before hearing the voice of Surus call out the name of his brother which caused my head to swing around and reveal that Crassus stood at the gates which were now open. As Surus prompted me to run I would look back to see the Larl ready to come forward again, slower now that it was wounded, and turning away I would bolt for the open gate knowing that it would not remain so forever as I moved ahead quickly. Pumping my legs hard as I went ahead I'd have never looked back as I moved towards Crassus and the open gate, both brothers together I wonder if I may not have been better off facing all the archers, but as I was moving for the gates I'd jerk ahead suddenly. "Priest kings cocks!"...I'd howl loudly and turning my head I would see the shaft of an arrow extending from the back of my right leg were it had imbedded itself in me as I was moving for the gates but biting my tongue I would forget about the pain as I ran, limping, on my wounded leg and through the gates. As I came through the gates I'd have been heard shouting..."Close the gate!"...I wasn't sure but the Larl may not have been far behind me and we could have done without dealing with it now as we made our escape. Twisting my right leg I'd reach around to grab the shaft of the arrow protruding from me and with a swing of the Scimitar I'd slice it off cleanly while hissing my annoyance. It'd been awhile since I'd been shot; at least since that damn siege. "Now what?"...I said looking at Crassus and Surus before heading off to ensure that no one had rushed down to meet us yet, knocking over some items to create a bit of debris and the like.

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Merc With a Mouth

[ Surus the Surly ]
Mercenary | Hundred Spears
[Secondary Character (So don't fall in love with me)]
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is within the Stadium of Blades, where both man and beast battle for supremacy and their lives.

says to . Administrator of Minus: -Surus moved much slower than you as he had been worked over good before today's bout he was tired, sweat covered and reeking of blood, death and sand but the sight of his brother intervening was uplifting and reinvigorating, giving him hope that not all was lost, not everyone a snake in the grass waiting to strike once a back was turned. Breaching the opened gate only a moment before you Surus turned and waited, while both he and Crassus were jolted when realizing you had been hit. However both were visibly relieved when it was noted it was just a minor flesh wound, tis but a scratch! The larl bounding after you however was still rearing to go which is when Crassus reached up to haul the gate down with cool, calm ease. The larl unable to stop itself at that last moment as it galloped in a blind bloody rage toward you eventually slammed head first into the iron gate afterward with a loud awful bone splitting clang which filled the narrow passageway you now found yourself in. During that moment Crassus had not even flinched or backed away from the gate as the stalwart man watching the great beast fall dumbly unconscious was heard replying.- "I've seen bigger."-To answer your question though he turned and silently shouldered past you and Surus leading you both on without a word toward an adjoining passage while somewhere off in the distance the echoing voices of guards ordered into pursuit could be heard. Crassus however was not a man who rushed or scrambled and instead he strode languidly down a narrower passage, and then turned down yet a darker even smaller passage until a series of stone steps chiselled out of the natural foundations the stadium had been built on took them deeper into areas not even the most wizened and knowledgeable of scholar or architect in Ar knew of. Into the bowels of Ar they trekked which was a fitting analogy for today as the great city had all but chewed you up and was now about to shit you out to freedom…-
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