Arena

DJ Pirtu · Post by **DJ Pirtu** » Mon Feb 18, 2002 9:38 am

*DJ tapps on Garoshy's shoulder. He is clearly scared to see the winged, black thing apearing right behind him. But he quikly gets over it and trys to hit Pirtu. However, DJ hits the mace out of his hand. Garoshy is quite suriced for this act of dexterity, and is even more suprices when DJ puts his billyhook in his paws.*
"Here, hold this, won't you."
*As Garoshy is still too supriced to get what's going on, DJ grabs his legs. Then he starts going round and round, still holding the screaming lynx from it's legs. The billyhook, that Garoshy still holds in his paws, smashes dozens of rework-heads. After a while there is a small hole between the reworks and DJ drops Garoshy. Then he takes the billyhook back to his own hands and hands back the mace.*
"Thanks."
*DJ jumps to Ashtons couch, leaving the lynx to fight the rest of the reworks.*

Ashton Webster · Post by **Ashton Webster** » Mon Feb 18, 2002 9:40 am

"Hiya DJ, haven't seen you in awhile. Wanna drink?"
"Sure."
"What'll it be?"

AngryBrian · Post by **AngryBrian** » Mon Feb 18, 2002 11:44 am

Brian lurches to his feet, the gaping wound in his stomach still there. He snarls and coughs up some blood before looking around for his next victim. He sees Ashton Webster and DJ laughing at the lynx, fighting against a foe he has no chance against, and howls in outrage. Lifting two uzi's he unleashes a barrage of death at the two, charging and flinging himself in to the hole to help the lynx fight the reworks, his guns powered by sheer rage, never seeming to run out of ammo.

Ashton Webster · Post by **Ashton Webster** » Mon Feb 18, 2002 3:58 pm

"Looks like Garoshy's got reinforcements. Cool. HELLO down there! Need any special guns?"

Foddercat · Post by **Foddercat** » Mon Feb 18, 2002 4:55 pm

Foddercat looks around with a sour expression on his face. He spots Ashton sitting in an armchair looking into another one of those portals. Predictably, Foddercat walks over to investigate, and through the portal he sees

Cypress · Post by **Cypress** » Mon Feb 18, 2002 7:25 pm

*Looks into the pit with dismay.*

"Bryan! I'm suprised the mist hasnt healed you! let me help."

*Simultaneously, both Garoshy and Bryan's wounds are healed.*

"Care for a seat Cypress?" Ashton offers

*Cypress takes off his helmet and smiles.*

"No thanks, you see one rework get the hell bashed out of it, you've seen it a hundred times. What I'll do though is open a portal behind those two in case they get too overwhelmed. In the meantime, I'll be at my forge tempering my gear, anyone/anyfur need me just give me a holler."

*Begins to walk away and pauses a second, a small glimmer appears in his right hand and he tosses something is Foddercat's lap.*

"Here is the shades you wanted."

*Cypress smiles and walks towards his hot forge.*

Foddercat · Post by **Foddercat** » Mon Feb 18, 2002 7:43 pm

Foddercat puts on the sunglasses, grins, and gives Cypress the thumbs up

Foddercat:

Cypress · Post by **Cypress** » Mon Feb 18, 2002 8:13 pm

*One of the girls wanders off, curiously looking at the gothic marble pillars with carved runs cut into them by an unknown craftsman. She sees the glowing forge and timidly inches towards it, a faint "Clanking" sound can be heard getting louder and louder as she approaches. She looks inside and sees Cypress with his tongs and malus stricking the hot metal of his sword on the cold forge, she walks in.*

"Um, hi!"

*Cypress looks up and sees the shy tiger girl fumbling twidling her fingers.*

"Oh hello, Your new here arent you?"

*She nods.*

"You a new fighter"

*She starts with a suprised look.*

"No! I'm a guest here."

"Hum, its a might dangerous out there if you dont have a little protection, that blue mist will keep you alive allright, but dying is not fun... trust me, I know first hand..."

*Returns to hammering his sword.*

*She gulps.* "Die?"

"Yup, dont worry though, you dont have to fight if you want to stay, I could use an assistant anyway."

*She cocks an eyebrow.*

"My forge, an aprentice to keep people's gear fine tuned would come in handy, you can stay here and learn my craft in exchange for freedom of movement around the Arena's compound without worry of harm. Sounds good?"

*She smiles and extends her hand.* "Deal!"

*Shakes* "What is your name miss?"

"Alex..."

Note, now that I have an assistant, you can drop by the forge when I'm not there and get my apprentice to repair your equipment. In the meantime you can visit the Arena's new compound.

Ashton Webster · Post by **Ashton Webster** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 3:00 am

"Cool, Cypress. But I think that it would take at least 5 posts until Alex learns blacksmithy."

*Ashton looks as the arena and hundreds of reworks.*

"I'm getting tired of this. I need some exercise."

*Ashton jumps through the portal and lands in the arena besides Brian and Garoshy. he summons a nine inch titanium knife and starts making holes into Reworks foreheads.*

DJ Pirtu · Post by **DJ Pirtu** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 3:20 am

*DJ looks the three figthing the rest of the reworks.*
"Too slow. JOU, BIFF."
*B-15 hears the call and rushes there. He sets his gun up and starts shooting the reworks while ramming in the middle of them. The four continue their battle. B-15 doesn't have to worry about the heads. A single shot blasts a rework to bits and his hube feet are able to crus a work without any aiming.
The works notice the large threat and try to hurt its unarmed parts of body. Too bad it's almost useless.
Ashton, Geroshy, Brian and B-15 keep figthing the reworks untill there is no more left. The blood covered group whows. B-15 falls to the ground. He's just too tired to keep up anymore. The unforunete Geroshy is crushed under his waight.*
Ashton: "Oh, come on. It wasn't THAT hard."
DJ: "You would be tired too if your weapon would use your life force as ammo."

Ashton Webster · Post by **Ashton Webster** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 3:38 am

*Ashton, Garoshy, Brian, DJ Pirtu and B-15 dissapear and they reappear on the couch again. All healed, but really tired. Ashton falls asleep...*

Garoshy · Post by **Garoshy** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 3:58 am

Garoshy can feel the blood lust disapearing slowly...
Feeling half dead, even tough he aint hurt anymore he falls down on the grown and falls asleep..

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Cypress · Post by **Cypress** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 7:05 am

*Cypress looks out of his door and sees them all sleeping.*

"Hmph, what a way to sleep, how can that be comfortable?"

*Waves his left hand upwards and mattresses grow from the ground under the fighters who are snoring rather loudly.*

"Your doing good for your first day Alex, you have learned a great deal of blacksmity. Soon I'll get you actualy repairing weapons, this will take a while but you'll be able to do this on your own someday and eventualy infuse weapons with magic! You have earned yourself a break, take the rest of the day off, you look pretty tired."

*She takes off the leather apron.*

"You sure? I can do more for you if you need me to."

"Nah, I rather you stay well rested, you'll learn more this way. Anyway, I thought I saw your friends by the recreation area somewhere in the compound, they went there when they saw the reworks coming in the arena through the pit."

*She takes off the thick black gogles.*

"'Kay, see you tommorow!"

*She leaves.*

*Thinking to self*

~Hm... she did good work! the blade on my spadona is imaculate, the hilt is still ragged looking though, might as well soften the metal and reshape it to finish the job.~

*Takes the NS (Necromantic Stone) from the pummel of the sword and Cypress's armor dissapears. Cypress puts the NS in his leather satchel and takes the heavy leather apron and puts it on.*

~Feels good to take off that armor!~

*Cypress fires up the forge and puts the hilt of his sword in the hot oven to soften the metal... yet in the dark, unknown to the busy Cypress a shadow slinks around to the entrance of the Smithy, a rework was missed by the sleeping fighters.*

"RAAAARGHHH!!!"

*The rework shrieks as it lunges at Cypress! Startled, Cypress drops the sword on the ground, and flings himself to the side, He cant grab the sword since the hilt is to hot to handle. The beast shuffles, impatiently snaring at Cypress waiting for him to leave an opening. In the meantime, Cypress scans the room for a weapon to defend himself with, but the rework is between him and the well equiped weapon rack, all he has at his disposion is an old shield he had hung on the wall.*

~This will have to do...~

*Cypress reaches back and grabs the shield, but the beast saw it's opening and it attacked Cypress at that moment. Cypress saw the maw of the rework coming right for his face and barely had the time to react to raise the shield infront of his face, the rework hit the shield with it's monstrous weight and knocked Cypress to the ground, taking the breath out of his chest.*

~I'm in a fix now!~

*The beast savegely claws at the shield in a berserk stuppor trying to get to Cypress whom is getting enraged at the monster for wrecking his night's work. The satchel shines and Cypress's eyes glow bright white.*

"GET OFF ME!!!"

*Upon yelling his defiance, his shield blasts the rework with pure energy which respectively, shatters and burns to ash."

"'Bout time..."

*Cypress painfuly gets up and scoures his smithy for damage, besides having everything tossed to the ground, things seem fine.*

~Might have been worse... could have been a drunken B-15!~

*Cypress stifly walks outside and sits by the entrance of the smithy, letting the warm soothing mist mend his sore body.*

~Damn, now I have to start that hilt over again to get it fixed, its useless the way it is now!~

*Rejuvenated, Cypress gets up and begins cleaning the smithy so he can fix his sword.*

"What a mess! gonna be a long night..."

Note, sorry for this lengthy edit, this was what I had originaly in mind but since I was in school and I had just a few minutes to write it, the earlier stuff was just a bit of an idea of that post, this is the full thing.

Note 2, to all the new guys to the arena, The NS or "Necromantic Stone" is the source of my abilities, As long as it is in the pummel of my sword I can use them, otherwise... the sword is just a fancy spadona and my armor dissapears.

Note 3, The "~" sign indicates thought.
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Arena Master
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What happens when you die? Flip the switch and find out!

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Foddercat · Post by **Foddercat** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 1:33 pm

Foddercat looks around, caught somewhere between surprise and offence. Looking at DJ Pirtu, the only other warrior awake or around (except for Fergus off to the side, but Foddercat has no intention of provoking that one), Foddercat pulls his two katars from his belt and tilts.

Foddercat:

Ashton Webster · Post by **Ashton Webster** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 3:06 pm

*Ashton stretches and yawns. he opens his eyes and looks around. his eyes stop on Foddercat. Ash blinks.*
"So, the fight continues?"
"Looks like it."
"Good thing I'm rested. I really needed some sleep. Now, I need some exercise."
*Ashton jumps down from the couch. when he stands up, he reaches to his long black coat and pulls out his 9mm Beretta. he aims at Foddercat and fires. in the same moment, Foddercat hits the flying bullet with his katar. Ashton smiles.*
"Impressive..."
*Ashton fires again, three times. Foddercat hits every fired bullet. Ashton looks at his gun.
"Is this thing broken?"
*Ashton fires the rest of his bullets and again, Foddercat hits all of them.*
"Now how do you do this?"
"Magic."
"Ok then. We'll have it your way."
*Ashton throws the gun away and holds out his paw. after a second or so, a sword appears in it. the sword looks like an old weapon with something scratched on its brown hilt and that's all. no magical runes on its blade, no weird glow around the weapon.*
"You want to fight with THIS?"*Foddercat asks sceptically.*
"Yep. It belonged to somefur named Repenter."
*Foddercat raises his left eyebrow.*
"Who was he?"
"I dunno. I've never met him."
"Last question : Are we gonna fight or what?"
"What do you think?"
*Ashton snaps his fingers, teleports behind Foddercat and taps his shoulder. Foddercat's not an idiot, so he swings his katars in direction, where Ashton is supposed to have head. in the last second, Ashton blocks the blow with his sword. a green light flashes, blinding both Foddercat and Ashton for a moment. when they both can see again, Foddercat tries to hit Ashton again, but he realizes that he doesn't have any weapon anymore. his katars have vanished, but Ashton's sword haven't. Ashton swings his sword to decapitate Foddercat, but Foddercat is faster. Ashton misses and loses balance. Foddercat grabs Ashton's blue hair and starts punching Ashton in the face. after ten hits, Foddercat stop for a while, getting ready for the last hit. he swings his paw to send Ashton to sleep again, but something happens. before he hits Ashton, his severed paw falls on the ground. he releases Ashton's hair and looks at his paw. Ashton takes a step back from Foddercat, while cleaning the sword of Foddercat's blood. Foddercat continues to stare at his limb. some weird green stuff starts to spread all over his body. Foddercat screams in pain and falls on the ground. when the green stuff reaches his head, he stops. Ashton watches how Foddercat's body slowly decays. only a greasy spot remains after Foddercat. Ashton looks at the brown hilt and reads the scratched word:*
"Repenter. He must've been a very good weaponsmith to craft such weapon."
"I was."*says someone behind Ashton.*
*Ashton turns around to see some weird green glowing figure.*
"Give me back my sword."
"No."
"Then I'll take it by force."
*Repenter grabs the sword and takes it so fast, that he rips Ashton's arm off. without stopping, he swings the sword and Ashton's severed head falls to the ground. he watches Ashton's deacying body for a few moments and then disappears.*

Cypress · Post by **Cypress** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 3:20 pm

*Obliviouse to the going ons of the the arena, Cypress works through the night finely crafting his weapon.*

"Whew! 'bout time I'm done, now I can rest for a few hours."

*Cypress puts the magnificent weapon on its rack and pulls up a chair by the warm forge. Within minutes he is sleeping deeply, the arena and it's compounds are silent, except for the crackling of the hot forge.*

Foddercat · Post by **Foddercat** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 9:14 pm

Foddercat

Fergus · Post by **Fergus** » Tue Feb 19, 2002 11:45 pm

When Foddercat comes to, he hears a low voice whispering in his ear.
"So I'm not a guy to mess with, eh?"
Fodder whiles around and sees the menacing for of Fergus, holding something behind his back.
"I've got only one thing to say to that..."
Foddercat tries to reach for his weapon, but Fergus' glare paralizes him with fear. He forces his arm closer to his swords, but he is too late. Fergus makes the first move...
"Taste Crimson Ichthoid, you fiend!!"
The Red Fish whirls through the air and impacts against Fodder's skull with a wet slap. Fergus giggles manically and then runs away.

Foddercat · Post by **Foddercat** » Wed Feb 20, 2002 12:34 am

Foddercat is almost at a complete loss for words.

Foddercat: "Uh........... I'm... uh......"

Foddercat picks up the fish and contemplates his next move. He thinks long and hard, and finally comes up with a solution that he thinks will satisfy, if not all parties, at least him. With speed born of a life of running away a lot, Foddercat runs after Fergus. He catches him

DJ Pirtu · Post by **DJ Pirtu** » Wed Feb 20, 2002 1:18 am

*DJ closes up to Foddercat while he is picking up blood from his nose with Cypress. The black stuff reformes his wings. He tapps his shoulder and he turns around.*
"Don't get me wrong. I aprishiate the fact that you didn't finnish me back then. Actualy I also hate it, but I just hate unfinnished business."
*Slowly and quietly DJ unhostiles his billyhook and tries to suprice Foddercat. But he sees it coming and jumps backward when DJ swings his billyhook. Then he draws his shortsword. The fight goes on. They block eacothers attacks manytimes. Then Foddercat tries to hit DJ by swinging the sword from behind his back and above his head.
DJ knees below the sword and blocks it above his head. Then he uses the hook-end of his billyhook to twist the sword of Foddercat's hands. The sword is gone and DJ arises swinging the billyhook from below. The forcefull hit rips off Foddercats jaw. The screaming Foddercat backs off.*
"So Cypress, wanna finish him off? And would you e-mail that profile some time soon. I'm cindah suck while writing."