Heart of a Warrior {Open RP}

Post by Adamsm

Morgan La Fey, Molly Ka-Boom Twinwrench, The Silent One
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh

Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the Blackwing Arena, and we have another good solid fight for you here; the first team entering the arena is the Stompers. The voice of the announcer echoed as people cheered as the first group entered the ring; a tall muscled orc wearing plate armour and carrying a two-hander, an ogre warrior with a massive club, and a dire troll wearing a simple loin cloth and carrying no weapon.

And their opponents; Team Slaughter. The voice said, and the three stepped into the ring, voices from the stands raising at the sight of the Graven One's wrapped and cloaked form, as well as the skeleton warrior stalking along at his side.

"Ka-Boom, your hunk of junk against the troll, I'll handle the ogre, and Silent you've got orc." Morgan said, slipping a mask over the lower half of his face as he pulled off his hat and duster, leaving them by the exit out of the arena. The other two nodded and started forward as La Fey pulled his pistols free and charged forward.

"Bah, this what we are suppose to fight against?" The orc laughed, as the Dire Troll and the ogre charged forward. "Keeping laughing greenskin, we'll see how funny it is when you've got no arms." Molly snarled, raising one of the arms of her suit and pressed a button; firing off steam pressured steel spikes which slammed into the dire troll, the beast roaring in pain as they ripped through it's body.

The Silent One dodged the attacks from the orc's swings, then struck quickly with his bone scythe, raking a long cut along his side. The orc groaned and swung, Silent's bone warrior stepping into the path and capturing the blade in it's self. "Hey this ain't...." The orc started to say then screamed in pain as the Silent one swung his scythe, taking off the orc's arm. The orc howled as he dropped.

I don't believe it! I've never seen anyone move that fast! The announcer cried, as the Graven one backed off, his enemy down. Morgan grinned viciously as he fired at the ogre, dodging the clumsy strikes of it's club as he continued to fire at it's joints, steadily crippling it with each shot. The massive humanoid finally dropped to it's knees, sobbing as Morgan placed his left pistol against it's forehead. Stop! These are not to the death Marksman! The announcer howled and for a moment Morgan hesitated, then lowered his gun, merely kicking the beast hard in the face.

La Fey looked over as Molly lifted the Dire Troll above her head and slammed it down hard into the ground, breaking off it's tusks and leaving the knocked beast in the middle of the ring. Thats... that's a record. The announcer said, sounding dazed as the team turned to leave the ring, the audience murmuring confusedly to themselves as Morgan stopped to pick up his hat and coat, putting them back on.

"Way too easy." Molly muttered, and Silent chuckled at that, already repairing his servant as they left.

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Post by Mazaniam

Crystal
Blackwing Arena

Ladies and Gentlemen! We have another good solid fight for you here; the second team entering the arena is Crystal! The announcer cried, watching as the Trio strode into the Arena floor.
"You ready?" Raz said, eyeing Mia, who was sitting in the crowd.
"Mhm." Mazani said, swiping her hair backwards.
"Born ready." Pathal added.

And their opponents, Team Skystrider! The announcer finished, pointing at the other side. The opposing team were made up of a Blood Elf, a Tauren, and what looked like some kind of decaying troll woman.
"Great" Pathal said, running towards the Tauren with a mighty battle cry.
"Mazani, cover us!" Raz yelled, sending a Fireball at the Troll. The Blood Elf, who was dormant, hand began to glow yellow, and a healing blast covered the tauren.
"Fool!" Pathal screamed, slicing his sword into the Beast's stomach, who let out a outstanding gasp before keeling over. Raz watched happily as the fireball hit the Troll, who caught fire and started to run around aimlessly. With a snap of his fingers, he stopped the flames, but the troll was down. He turned to see the Blood Elf surrendering.
And that, Ladies and Gentlemen... is.. amazing! Congratulations, Crystal!
The trio happily strode out of the ring, waving to their fans.

Post by Random0008

Character : Linmarion Swift-Arrow
Location : The Arena

Standing at a hair shorter than the average Night Elf, this hunter has short, light-blue hair he wears in a tail behind his head. He is well built, and is almost always seen wearing his armour and clutching the mighty Hellreaver in his hand.

Always in a good mood, he will never pass up the opportunity to make somebody smile. However, he has a short temper, and will almost always fight if provoked. Has a good tactical mind and loves fighting against impossible odds.

Character : Lukens Lionheart & Enrico Lionheart
Location : The Arena

Lukens stands at the same height as his brother. His eyes are a golden-chestnut colour which almost matches his dark brown hair. He was formerly a rogue, now a paladin. However, he still carries around weapons from his old days.

His brother fell in battle; however was soon freed. The two brothers found each other after Enrico’s death, and in spite of him being a death knight and the other being a paladin they preserved their brotherly bonds. Enrico has black, short hair which he normally keeps in a spiky fashion.

The two twin brothers are rarely seen apart from each other. Their moods often swing from rather serious to relaxed and joking.

The twins and Linmarion met each other on the battlefield, soon becoming good friends. They stuck together for some time after, forming the arena-team 'Death, Salvation and Hell.'

Post by Patty

Diversity
The Arena

Renold unlocked the door, and pushed it open to reveal a very compact, but cosy room. There were three soft beds with red covers, and two doors which led to a tiny bathroom and kitchen, respectively.

"So, you're useful for something," Romal chuckled, ruffling Lily's bright hair.

"Hey, big-bellied cow!" she taunted, before being playfully thrown to the ground by the bulky tauren. "Ow, ow, it hurts!" Lily cried, muffled by the large creature. He pulled away, and she healed a rib he had accidentally cracked.

"Sorry about that." the techslayer apologised, getting some of his gear out of his own bags.

"No harm done! Well - no permanent harm, anyway. Talking of which..." Lily rambled.

"I'm getting a bath." Renold mumbled, marching over to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

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Post by Orranis

Escapism: Ayedin Frozenheart, Mujholneer Thunderfist, Ayren Skychaser
Location: Arena Complex

Ayedin sat cross legged, with his axe between them, stuck firmly into the ground. Mujholneer was still sleeping, his snoring seeming to vibrate through the room, and Ayren sat undettered, sharpening his blades with a rough stone. "How long 'till we start?" asked Ayedin, clearly impatient. "Long enough. Let him sleep." replied Ayren calmly.

Post by Adamsm

Morgan La Fey, Molly Ka-Boom Twinwrench, The Silent One
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh

The Slaughter team took their winnings, and Morgan accepted the few extra bags of gold from the bets he had made on both his team and the Stompers. He passed part of the gold to Molly, and other part to Silent, who hid the gold among his wrappings. "So, should we stay and watch the others, or go and spend this?" Morgan asked with a chuckle, and Molly giggled. "Let's watch; if the rest of them are like those three idiots, we'll win in no time." She said, and the group headed for the top tier of the arena to watch the fights.

Post by Patty

Diversity
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh

Romal fiddled with some wires on his chestplate; adding more shiny metal to the heavy armour. Lily knocked loudly on the door "You take longer than a girl!" she shrieked, punching and trashing at the wooden doorway.

"What is your problem?" Renold sighed a moment later, emerging in his undergarments.

The elf shielded her eyes. "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!" she screamed.

"We only have a few minutes." Romal noted absent-mindedly, connecting the last wires of his breastplate. Renold hastily threw his battlegear on, slung his sword at his hips and pushed his hair out of his face.

"Don't look!" the scrawny elf exclaimed as she slipped into her dark robe, pulling her hood over her face. "Ready!" Lily exclaimed.

"I'll get changed once we get there..." the tauren uttered, picking up his armour and walking outside. Lily locked the door once Renold followed the large, furred beast.

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Post by Patty

Diversity
The Arena

"All suited up, big bull?" Lily asked excitably. Romal snorted as a 'Yes', and the three fighters made their way to the arena. They looked around, bewildered at the amount of people there.

"Hey, hey! It's Sprixxy Frazzlednotch here, and welcome back to the first round of the Blackwing Arena Tournament!" a squeaky goblin voice echoed around them.

"Hailing from...well...I dunno where really, but nonetheless, from somewhere, give a welcome to Diversity! I got some money on that little skinny runt kicking the bucket, if ya know whaddi mean."the female commented as the three were met by almost deafening cheers, Lily mumbling to herself - cursing in Thalassian.

"Stay calm and focused." Romal advised the pair, Renold summoning Syalenes.

"And...they are against the Horrors of Devastation! D'ya reckon that corpse had surgery or sumthin'?" Sprixxy exclaimed, as a female undead, hunched troll and blue bearded gnome came into sight.

"The tinker is mine." Romal muttered angrily.

"Syalenes, take that perverted looking shorty - will you?" Renold demanded his pet, who nodded. "With great pleasure," she chuckled softly.

"That leaves you with the deathstalker," Renold nodded at Lily, who gulped nervously. "Don't worry - just keep her from getting you unsurprised." the warlock grinned at the elf, who nodded vigorously.

"Go, slash and maim to your heart's content. I'm gonna go grab a snack. Let the fight commence!" the goblin squeaked, and Syalenes rushed over to the gnome.

"Hey, how about me and you go and get on a first name term, eh?" she charmed the mage, who was instantly dazzled by the succubus' offer. He stared at her ferociously carved body, drool forming.

"Oh my Light, avert your eyes kids!" A muffled voice yelled, loud chewing sounds heard.

Renold cursed the frozen mage, firing a shadowbolt at him.

Romal hid behind a pillar, firing photons of energy at the troll tinker - who threw a bomb at the tauren. Luckily, his armour mitigated it and he charged the slouched creature, slicing its hands off with his blade.

"One down, two to go!" Sprixxy yelled, discussing the sandwiches from the nearby food stall.

Lily was less fortunate. She had pulled forth her soul essence to protect her, but it was quickly destroyed by the relentless undead. She let out a scream, but it did not fear the strong-willed forsaken. Gasping, she ducked as the undead slashed with both of her blades at the same time - slamming into the pillar behind her. The priestess ran from the merciless creature, diseasing it and causing it great pain. She turned to fire a bolt of holy magic, which burnt the undead's chest.

"That'sh gotta hurt," the commentator remarked as she chewed again. Angrily, the undead threw a knife at Lily, hitting her leg and disappeared in a cloak of shadow. Lily tried to heal her leg, but could not cleanse the poison in the wound.

"Bye, bye, pretty." the forsaken chuckled, raising a sword to her. Lily thought quickly, begging the Light for minimal harm, and her prayers were answered.

Romal turned his attention to the still enthralled mage, firing at will. Lily turned to see if anyone needed healing, but was deeply wounded by a backstab from her enemy. She dropped to her knees, panting.

"Oh, what's this? Horrors evening the odds? Frankly, I don't care. I'm paid here to talk. Keep the fight going, kiddo! Time is money!" the goblin cheered, the crowd roaring with her.

The undead collapsed, a fireball to the head paralysing the magic keeping her brain functioning. The crowd cheered ever more rigorously, seeing the animated corpse twitch.

However, the fireball had come from Renold's imp, and Syalenes along with her magic had dissipated. The mage fired at the warlock angrily, but was interrupted by the sin'dorei, absorbing some of his magic. The gnome fell to a thud in the head from the techslayer tauren's mechanical arm. The crowd thumped their feet to the ground and yelled wildly.

"And, that's it. Diversity pass on to the next round!" Sprixxy commented, adding "Can I get an oily sam on the rocks? Oh wait, lemme take this thing off."

The three exhausted gladiators staggered from the pit, and sat down to regain their breath.

Post by Adamsm

Morgan La Fey, Molly Ka-Boom Twinwrench, The Silent One
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh

"Come on! Where's the gore!" Molly screamed at the top of her lungs then laughed, sitting back down on the bench as they watched the two matches which had gone past. "You'll have to watch that succubus." Silent said quietly to Morgan who shrugged. "I've had worse then her hitting on me... and I've always finished a job." He said, his hands twitching a little, wanting his rifle to just kill them now and get them out of the way.

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Post by Monday

Team Maelstrom: Nemuraan, Marzegog, and Pätryn
Blackwing Arena

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" cried the announcer. "I give you, team Maelstrom!" The three walked out onto the arena floor.

"On the other side, I give you," said the announcer, waving his arm, "Team Pulverize! " An orc, tauren and Forsaken walked out onto the field.

"I'll get the Orc," said Pätryn. "He has the look of a caster about him. Indeed, the Orc had large muscles like all of its race, but he wore robes and held a tall staff. Numaraan looked at the Forsaken. "Undead is mine," he said, hefting his hammer. Marzegog stared at the last, a tauren, wearing mail armor, denoting one of the tribal hunters or a shaman of great power. "I will take the tauren then..." he whispered. The others nodded.

"Begin!" yelled the announcer.

Pätryn jumped forward at the orc, who waved hands that turned sickly green. The fel magic struck Pätryn, but was warded by the shield he through up. The Warlock cried out in fear, but was too late. The runeblade slashed through his shoulder, knocking him to the ground and out cold.

But he was the easiest.

Numaraan slammed into the Forsaken with all his holy wrath. The Forsaken promptly pulled out a sword and began a duel.

The Forsaken stabbed upwards at the draenei's heart only to have the blade reflected off of the hammer haft. Numaraan spun his hammer at the same time, knocking away the sword, and drove the head down. The Forsaken slipped to the side, quick as a snake. Both regarded each other with respect.

Marzegog raised his hands, and his demon, a voidwalker, flew at the Tauren. The tauren raised his hands, and lightning spurted, blowing away half the voidwalker's essence. Marzegog nodded, "A shaman then," he said. He sucked out the rest of the voidwalker's essence and created a shield around himself. He threw balls of fire at the tauren, which it blocked. However, as both were blocking each others magic through shields and absorptions, Pätryn's runeblade slipped into the tauren's back. It roared, and fell to the ground.

Numaraan swept his hammer around, blocking the Forsaken from getting closer. The Forsaken dodged the hammer and slipped in, gashing Numaraans arm. It paid for its daring move however. As it slashed, Numaraan grabbed it with his free hand and hurled it into the wall. As it staggered back up, his hammer swept again, removing its legs in a spurt of fluid. The Forsaken slumped against the wall, down.

"And the Victor is Team MAELSTROM!" yelled the announcer, and the three reunited and left the arena.

Post by Orranis

Escapism: Ayedin Frozenheart, Mujholneer Thunderfist, Ayren Skychaser
Location: Arena Complex

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready for anoth magnificent display of carnage and combat? Without further ado, I announce, Blades of Darkness!" The announcer yelled. Ayedin wondered how such small people had such loud and annoying voices, muttering in his deep grotesque voice, "Bloody stupid name..."

Three figures came out. The first was a huge orc, covered in a fortress of black spikes and armor. He wielded a massive hammer, with four vicious spikes sticking out of the head at either end. The second was a troll, black tribal paintings smothering his face. He wore black leather, and carried a two daggers with jagged blades. The third was a blood elf, eyes glowing a fel green, in a vile contrast to the black red trimmed robes.

"...And on the other side, Escapism!"
Ayedin could not contain himself. As soon as the gate, creaking slowly upwards, was high enough for him to fit through, he bolted. The troll's hand went to his belt, and whipped upwards, and a bright silver flash sped towards the death knight. Ayedin grinned maliciously, slapping the dagger away with his plated glove. The troll leaped away, trying to lose himself in the various obstacles placed. The orc roared, and charged forward to meet the knight. The mace and the axe met in midair. A few more blows were made, and it appeared the orc had the better of Ayedin. "Your body is weak like old woman, corpse!" Bellowed the orc, green skin covered in blackened plate. "What're you talking about? I have the body of a young and strong man of eighteen years!" The orc bellowed once more, and leaped at the death knight. However, he found his feet remained stationary. They were frozen to the ground by a thick coat of ice. The momentum carried him forward, and he fell face first onto the ground, his helmet smashing into his jaw, breaking it. The orc groaned in submission. Ayedin's axe fell right next to his head, and Ayedin whispered to him "I keep it under my floorboards!"

Just as he spoke, he whirled around to the the troll leap up from behind him, jagged blades glinting in the sun. Ayedin made no move to get out of the way, and right as the troll was about to reach him, a lightning bolt, seemingly shaped like a hammer, struck him in the stomach knocking him to the floor. Mujholneer rushed forward, and a fist of iron struck the troll in the head, knocking him unconscious.

Ayren whirled and twisted, narrowly avoiding the bolts of green fire the elf shot at him. There was no wasted movement, he fought like he was looking at it as a strategic spectator. Eventually he struck the elf with the pommel of his sword, knocking her out cold.

"Amazing! We have a winner! Give a shout for Escapism!" The crowd roared, and the three bowed graciously, exiting the arena.

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Post by Joemaster240

Squeancey (Tinker), Squeancie (Steam Warrior), Squeance (Techno mage)
The arena

After practacing in her suit for awhile squeancie finally snuck back into the room and laid down to sleep.

The next morning the three sister's awoke and began getting ready for the fights.

Post by Adamsm

Morgan La Fey, Molly Ka-Boom Twinwrench, The Silent One
The Arena, Dustwallow Marsh

"Still no real challenges." Molly said, relaxing back in her seat, munching on a small snack she had purchased. "After all, we got the 'never-miss' shooter on our team." She chuckled, winking at Morgan who grunted, looking down into the arena as they finished cleaning it after the last fight.

"Your powers will be good for this right Silent?" Morgan asked, looking over at the Graven one who shrugged. "I've been growing steadily stronger; my weapon is finished, and my servant is on it's way... not perfect yet, but should be sufficient." He answered, looking at his partners from behind his mask.

"Don't worry La Fey, we won't fail you; we will win this for your patron." He said, and leaned forward to return his gaze to the arena floor.

Heart of a Warrior {Open RP}

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