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Discussion in 'The Arid Lands' started by Ezio Auditore Da Firenze, May 11, 2018.

  1. Ezio Auditore Da Firenze

    Ezio Auditore Da Firenze Assassin's Creed

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    April 14th

    Ezio woke with a throbbing headache, looking up as he saw the sky moving above him...no the sky wasn't moving, he was. He looked down to see that he was strapped to some board, being dragged behind a large, dog like creature in crudely salvaged pieces of armor. It looked back at him and Ezio realized he was looking directly at a hyena human hybrid. It snarled and looked to it's partner who looked back and waved Ezio off, seemingly not worrying about an old man they had strapped down, he could see his sword and dagger on Hyena's belt but he noticed they hadn't removed his bracer. Ezio looked up at them an smirked, he extended his hidden blades and cut through his bindings and rolled to his feet. The hyena's turned to look at him and went for their weapons. "How!?" The one with his weapons snarled and drew his sword which it held as if it was just a simple broadword and not a curved blade that required some finesse. As the Gnolls charged Ezio ducked underneath the axe of the one that had been pulling him and swiped his hidden blade across his abdomen. It let out a yelp of pain that only grew louder when Ezio dug the hook of his hookblade between it's iron plates and force him to the ground. The other Gnoll stabbed at Ezio with his sword, the assassin hooked the blade with his hookblade and tugged it from The Gnoll's hand, as it fell he grabbed the handle, holding it tight as he rushed forward, holding the blade behind him he flipped it so the edge faced the gnoll and cut across it's abdomen. As he drew a spray of crimson mist from it's side he spun around and slashed across it's back to send it to it's knees. He extended his arm and fired off his wrist gun into it's skull. The Gnoll fell and Ezio retrieved his dagger.

    The other Gnoll was crawling away, making the hyena cackling noise mixed with a whimper of fear. Ezio grabbed his chest plate and pulled him close. The Gnoll didn't dare try to bite him. "Where were you taking me?" The Gnoll whimpered and shook it's head. Ezio forced it's head into the sand and extended his hidden blade, inches from it's eyes. "Okay! Okay! We take humans to drow camp, in small canyon, they have arena, small arena, make slaves fight, you had weapon you fight, we sell get coin." Ezio nodded. "Thank you." He dropped the Gnoll, he'd bleed out soon anyway and looked in the direction of the canyon, perhaps a half hour walk until he got to it. He could have just left but instead he was going to go and dismantle this Colosseum. He began the walk, leaving the gnoll with his friend's body.
     
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  2. Thor Odinson

    Thor Odinson Marvel Universe

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    Living in Misty Hollow meant that, sometimes, traders with interesting tales to share dropped by. That very morning, Thor overheard some traders from Horizon discussing disappearances in the Arid Lands, and had cornered the traders to find out more. But all they’d heard was that people who could fend for themselves -- fighters, especially -- were never seen or heard from again after venturing westwards into the Arid Lands. Their money was on bandits, as Horizon had a history of bandits plaguing the surrounding lands, but they’d admitted that it was unusual for so many skilled fighters to disappear in such a short amount of time.

    It certainly merited looking into.

    Thor set off on foot, cutting down on traveling by occasionally leaping into the air. Not for the first time, he missed Mjolnir and being able to fly over long distances with it. But at least his leaps enabled him to inspect the surrounding area before landing, so that he figured he was more or less moving in the right direction towards the Arid Lands. How hard could it be to head south?

    Hours later he finally reached the Arid Lands, the scorching heat making his bare skin prickle uncomfortably. It was a startling contrast to the north’s more temperate climate at this time of year, but Thor ignored it as he continued trekking. It was another half hour or so before he stumbled on his third encampment -- the other two had been groups of nomads just passing through, with families and livestock to see to -- though this encampment appeared to be more, if the wide arena-like ring in the center was any indication.

    An unsettling feeling clawed its way up his throat as he kept out of sight, flitting from one tent to another -- and grabbing a random blanket to wrap around himself in a makeshift disguise -- until he made his way to the arena’s edge. Once, he’d have just barged in and beaten everyone into submission without so much as a by your leave, but that was a remnant from his youth when he’d act before thinking. After his recent experiences in Misty Hollow, he found it wiser to investigate first.

    It wasn’t hard to put two-and-two together when the throng around him cheered at the sight of two fighters engaged in the pit, being egged on to fight by spearmen hovering at the ring’s edges. If either of the fighters drifted too close to the edge, or tried to stop fighting, the spearmen prodded at them like cattle until they resumed the fight, much to the delight of the onlookers around him.

    Thor’s expression grew dark as a stormcloud, memories of Sakaar clouding his judgment, and without really thinking about what he was doing, he tossed his makeshift disguise aside and made his way to the edge. People around him recoiled in surprise, but didn’t quite realize what was happening until he leapt into the pit, sparks of lightning crackling across his skin.

    He landed with a thud that rattled the earth, straightening. “Release these prisoners and cease this senseless fighting now, else you face the wrath of Thor, God of Thunder!”

    Silence greeted his words, followed by laughter and grunts and then... and then the spearmen were charging him, the prisoners forgotten. Oh, well. He’d warned them. Thor spread his feet apart, electricity crackling around him as his single eye glowed blue. He leapt into the fray without a second thought, slamming his lightning-wreathed fists into inhuman faces. The stench of charred flesh filled his nose, but be ignored it as he continued to brawl.

     
  3. Ezio Auditore Da Firenze

    Ezio Auditore Da Firenze Assassin's Creed

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    Ezio made his way into the encampment with a decided subtly, stealing a plain grey traveling cloak from the shoulders of a man he rendered out cold and left in the shade. He made his way into the main event, mingling into the crowd and watching the fight below him while he wanted to stop this and free the fighters he also wanted to be cautious and get through this without being killed. And make sure those running this arena were held responsible. Ezio looked around for some sort of viewing box but found nothing except an empty seat with two guardians in black tinted plate and chain wielding deadly dual bladed glaives. Then his reconnaissance was cut short when someone leaped into the pit, eager to fight with magic. Ezio sighed and tossed off his own cloak, pulling up the hood of his robes he leaped into the fray, rolling to break his fall and drawing his sword. He rushed forward and cleaved a spearman across the back and grabbed the shaft of his weapon, yanking it from his limp hand Ezio jammed it through the torso of another spearmam and ripped it free, using the blade to slice through the throat. He turned to see some gates lower into the sand and out from the undercroft of the arena rushed some of the more bloodthirsty fighters followed by more guards in black armor. It was then that Ezio noticed almost all of the guards in black armor were women. Ezio parried the blade of one and used the butt of his sword to smack the helmet from her head, revealing skin like dark ash and hair like snow, and two eyes deep red in color.

    After he'd gotten a close look Ezio, spun out of the way of her thrust and using his free hand he jammed one of his hidden blades into the base of her neck and continued in the spin, dropping to one knee to slam her body into the sand. A large orc with one missing hand replaced with a dense steel ball swung at Ezio, who barely parried the blow in time and grabbed up the fallen spear and blocked another strike which shattered the wooden shaft and left him holding two jagged pieces of wood, one with the spear tip. He shoved the jagged wooden bottom into the orcs leg, with a screech of pain the orc fell to a knelling position, Ezio then jammed the tip of the spearhead into the orc's throat and pushed his body over with a kick.

    As Ezio's foot touched the sand again he realized it didn't quite feel like just sand, too solid, like something was just inches beneath the sand. Looking down he realized that he was standing on a eight by eight wooden square split down the middle. Suddenly the ground lurched beneath him and Ezio made a run for the edge. The trapdoor opened beneath him and Ezio was for a second falling, his hookblade extended and dug into the edge of the pit, he dangled a few feet above a pit of sharpened iron spikes. He looked up to the box again and saw this time a woman sat on the chair watching the fight.

    She had the same coal black skin as her guardians but wore much less than them. She was in an outfit that seemed to show off every bit of her skin. With a black brassiere made of cloth and leather covering her chest, with web like strands of silk criss-crossing up her chest to her neck. Dangling from the bottoms of the brassier were three silk strands with sparkling red rubies cut about the size of a small coins. She wore little to cover her legs, just simple silk and leather undergarments, the straps of which split off into three legs like a spider wrapping around her hips and upper thighs.
    Cascading down from the lower legs of the spider themed garment were two pieces of semi translucent red silk. Around her ankles were small sandal like shoes made of black steel and ending in sharp heels. Her hair was draped down her shoulders, and resting just under her hairline was a spider stylized crown of sorts and while he assumed she had an immaculate face it was covered by a steel mask, with smooth feminine features.

    "The only wrath this Arena will see, is the wrath of Lloth the Goddess of Spiders." Her voice echoed from behind the mask and her gladiators charged each of the interlopers.
     
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