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|Round 2 - Syaoran vs Synical vs Hydro|
|Topic Started: 8 Mar 2009, 21:48 (131 Views)|
|Hydro14||8 Mar 2009, 21:48 Post #1|
To quote Teal's description of the scenery:
The orc placed his hands firmly against the dense mud beneath and rose groggily to his knees. His head was spinning and his mind seemed reluctant to lend their beleif to what his eyes were telling them. The only time he recalled feeling like this before was when he'd managed to get totally plastered on some heady brew of dwarven origin. He had to hand it to them, for a race who shunned the glory of combat in favour of hiding beneath the earth, they did make some very potent ales.
The jade skinned warrior raised a meaty hand to his brow and grunted in pain. He'd been teleported before, the confusion would clear in a moment. The headache on the other hand might linger a while.
Some irresistable warrior instinct made him pause to take in his surroundings. Before him stood a frail looking structure of timber beams with a number of stone pillars around it. In the orc's experience, buildings were either to keep your enemies in or out and to keep the wind off you while you slept. This wooden shrine seemed ill appropriate to do either which made it both interesting and repulsing to the warlord. It still didin't bring him any closer to understanding how he had come to be here. He remembered being in a forest somewhere, and that he had been fighting. There had been two others. Where were they now?
In a fluid motion that defied his sluggish fatigue, Aralak brought his feet under himself and snatched his axe from where it lay on the ground beside him. He quickly pivoted on his left foot to check that there was no-one behind him, axe raised. Only when he was happy that he wasn't about to be jumped by one of his former foes did he let the axe fall slightly. From what he could tell at a glance, the strange building and he were enclosed by a well constructed stone wall. It stood in excess of 25 feet high with smooth faces that made scaling it impossible without aid of some equipment.
For a while the orc stood facing the obstacle in silence, as he might if he was sizing up an opponent, then at length he turned away. Aralak made his way towards the centre of the arena and the structures that occupied it, wondering if perhaps there was a gate on the other side. He walked with his axe gripped loosely in his right hand and his head stooped slightly, but he was none the less alert.
Tyvm to Synical for sticking this signature together for me.
My loyalty is a double edged blade: I will stand by you while what you do is right and just, but I will never support you when doing so would force me to betray what I believe. If you're waiting for me to apologise for being who I am, you'll be waiting an eternity.
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