Post by Spus on Sept 28, 2006 20:20:11 GMT -5
Transcript
In a bizzarre change of pace, they, with the urging of Gash, chose to go to the famed Zarfmo Battle Arena, which is the pushing of the fine barbaric sport of prize fighting. As if thier isn't fighting enough availible in the world for these people. Gash had the bizzarre idea of entering the tournament to seek an 8th arcanist of pure intentions. He did so, with the rest of them placing bets. I kept my mouth shut about my disapproval. Don't support them...
We took our seats- now as much as I've said I'm in disapproval of the concept of prize fighting, it was a nice change of pace from things fighting me against my will and with no money whatsoever on the line. Gash fought off a dullard with some sort of axe quite easily, although he did sustain a nasty cut. There did seem to be a magician competing, but he was eliminated in round 2.
Upon interviwing the magician, he claimed he was cheated by a monk, who was using some sort of crazy power to toss the wizard off guard. He continued whining, arguably challenging my title to it. We moved away, and watched as Gash smacked around cut up woman with a stupid double scimitar weapon.
Gash met this so-called cheater in the final round, who dispelled any myths of pure monkhood, and revealed his arcane nature. Gash, seemingly on the defensive at first, soon met the monk in a pure brawl, but in a last ditch effort, Gash brought the monk down, almost killing him. He won the prize, and his opponent shook his hand shortly after. Then the rest of them started fawning over the loser, hoping to appease him. Seemed a little desperate in my book, but hey, who am I to talk?
He called himself "Lightning Arms" Jesse Kage. He seemed genuinely interesting in assissting, but he was drunk. So was I. I don't remember anything after this point. Supposedly there was some sort of deal made while I was out because the next morning he said he always keeps his word, even if they're made drunk. I don't know, would be the perfect excuse for me.
-Victar Derag.
In a bizzarre change of pace, they, with the urging of Gash, chose to go to the famed Zarfmo Battle Arena, which is the pushing of the fine barbaric sport of prize fighting. As if thier isn't fighting enough availible in the world for these people. Gash had the bizzarre idea of entering the tournament to seek an 8th arcanist of pure intentions. He did so, with the rest of them placing bets. I kept my mouth shut about my disapproval. Don't support them...
We took our seats- now as much as I've said I'm in disapproval of the concept of prize fighting, it was a nice change of pace from things fighting me against my will and with no money whatsoever on the line. Gash fought off a dullard with some sort of axe quite easily, although he did sustain a nasty cut. There did seem to be a magician competing, but he was eliminated in round 2.
Upon interviwing the magician, he claimed he was cheated by a monk, who was using some sort of crazy power to toss the wizard off guard. He continued whining, arguably challenging my title to it. We moved away, and watched as Gash smacked around cut up woman with a stupid double scimitar weapon.
Gash met this so-called cheater in the final round, who dispelled any myths of pure monkhood, and revealed his arcane nature. Gash, seemingly on the defensive at first, soon met the monk in a pure brawl, but in a last ditch effort, Gash brought the monk down, almost killing him. He won the prize, and his opponent shook his hand shortly after. Then the rest of them started fawning over the loser, hoping to appease him. Seemed a little desperate in my book, but hey, who am I to talk?
He called himself "Lightning Arms" Jesse Kage. He seemed genuinely interesting in assissting, but he was drunk. So was I. I don't remember anything after this point. Supposedly there was some sort of deal made while I was out because the next morning he said he always keeps his word, even if they're made drunk. I don't know, would be the perfect excuse for me.
-Victar Derag.