Jacogos
09-23-2013, 03:56 AM
Arena: The Proving Grounds
Ruined Battlefield
Jacob the Shade (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=10331&p=437441&viewfull=1#post437441) - Jacogos
vs.
Scythia Kalta (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32258&p=1605140&viewfull=1#post1605140) - Cfavano
Once again, the proprietor of the Proving Grounds had found himself a match where he would be participating. Interestingly enough, this one would be a duel instead of a free for all. Kaizan almost laughed aloud at that. Whatever fool thought they could take on Jacob alone was in for a rude awakening.
Of course, Kaizan had read the woman's dossier. She was a weapon designed just for killing Jacob, if there ever had been one. Her list of daemon-slaying attributes, weaponry, and abilities was astounding. Yet, somehow, Kaizan felt no sense of worry for the shadow demon. He had fought worse than her, to the Avian's knowledge. Though, admittedly, he had had Kaizan's help through some of those fights.
Shaking his head, the winged man stopped his idle thoughts and readied the arena for the two warriors. Jacob would like today's battlefield. The man was far more demonic than he would admit to himself, and this arena would play to that inner bloodlust quite... interestingly. Chuckling, Kaizan pressed the button that would initiate the fight.
The opposing fighters entered the doors into a world completely unlike what they had just saw a moment ago. Before, the dirt field of the Colosseum-esque arena had been a very simple sight. Now, what lay before and around them was... grotesque. A massive battlefield of medieval times lay around them. Well, rather, the AFTERMATH of a battlefield. The smell of blood, human excrement, gore, and who knew what else permeated the air, rising from easily ten thousand or more corpses of slain warriors. Mounds formed where some men had attempted to begin funeral pyres, but it appeared that most have given over after a short while. The stench was easily enough to drive off all but those lacking noses or the most iron-stomached.
Standing 100 yards away from each other, the two warriors would quickly be able to see one another, as no other life was present on this battlefield. None. Not even the crows feasted here, though they flew far overhead. The dead had lain this way for nearly two hours, a fact unknown to them, but it meant even those who had not died right away from the battle had, at this point, closed their eyes for the final time.
Weapons, shields, armor, etc. all litter the ground near where they had fallen from paralyzed or dead fingers. Maimed and mangled bodies are strewn about in different manners depending on the style of death. Those who had been showered with arrows lay further back, still in the ranks they had been marching in when death had come for them. Scattered bodies from cavalry charges, even, straight mounds of bodies indicated where footmen had clashed in an attempt to break each other's ranks.
On this field of death, the two warriors would fight. Amongst the thousands of bodies, one more would be added, unknown and faceless amongst the masses who would be left for the carrion creatures.
In 5 rounds (after we both have posted 5 times, not including this post), a massive, worm-like creature will enter the battlefield, a corpse eater that does not discriminate between living or dead so long as it can eat. It is a tunneler, so it will travel below the ground until it rises up to feast. It will stay for three rounds or until it is slain, at which point the crows will descend in the hundreds to feast upon the remaining corpses.
These will be the only two events during the fight. I will include them into the ending of my posts as applicable.
Let's begin.
Ruined Battlefield
Jacob the Shade (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=10331&p=437441&viewfull=1#post437441) - Jacogos
vs.
Scythia Kalta (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32258&p=1605140&viewfull=1#post1605140) - Cfavano
Once again, the proprietor of the Proving Grounds had found himself a match where he would be participating. Interestingly enough, this one would be a duel instead of a free for all. Kaizan almost laughed aloud at that. Whatever fool thought they could take on Jacob alone was in for a rude awakening.
Of course, Kaizan had read the woman's dossier. She was a weapon designed just for killing Jacob, if there ever had been one. Her list of daemon-slaying attributes, weaponry, and abilities was astounding. Yet, somehow, Kaizan felt no sense of worry for the shadow demon. He had fought worse than her, to the Avian's knowledge. Though, admittedly, he had had Kaizan's help through some of those fights.
Shaking his head, the winged man stopped his idle thoughts and readied the arena for the two warriors. Jacob would like today's battlefield. The man was far more demonic than he would admit to himself, and this arena would play to that inner bloodlust quite... interestingly. Chuckling, Kaizan pressed the button that would initiate the fight.
The opposing fighters entered the doors into a world completely unlike what they had just saw a moment ago. Before, the dirt field of the Colosseum-esque arena had been a very simple sight. Now, what lay before and around them was... grotesque. A massive battlefield of medieval times lay around them. Well, rather, the AFTERMATH of a battlefield. The smell of blood, human excrement, gore, and who knew what else permeated the air, rising from easily ten thousand or more corpses of slain warriors. Mounds formed where some men had attempted to begin funeral pyres, but it appeared that most have given over after a short while. The stench was easily enough to drive off all but those lacking noses or the most iron-stomached.
Standing 100 yards away from each other, the two warriors would quickly be able to see one another, as no other life was present on this battlefield. None. Not even the crows feasted here, though they flew far overhead. The dead had lain this way for nearly two hours, a fact unknown to them, but it meant even those who had not died right away from the battle had, at this point, closed their eyes for the final time.
Weapons, shields, armor, etc. all litter the ground near where they had fallen from paralyzed or dead fingers. Maimed and mangled bodies are strewn about in different manners depending on the style of death. Those who had been showered with arrows lay further back, still in the ranks they had been marching in when death had come for them. Scattered bodies from cavalry charges, even, straight mounds of bodies indicated where footmen had clashed in an attempt to break each other's ranks.
On this field of death, the two warriors would fight. Amongst the thousands of bodies, one more would be added, unknown and faceless amongst the masses who would be left for the carrion creatures.
In 5 rounds (after we both have posted 5 times, not including this post), a massive, worm-like creature will enter the battlefield, a corpse eater that does not discriminate between living or dead so long as it can eat. It is a tunneler, so it will travel below the ground until it rises up to feast. It will stay for three rounds or until it is slain, at which point the crows will descend in the hundreds to feast upon the remaining corpses.
These will be the only two events during the fight. I will include them into the ending of my posts as applicable.
Let's begin.