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Chains That Bind

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Ezio Auditore Da Firenze, May 11, 2018.

  1. Ezio Auditore Da Firenze

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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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    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

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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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    At least there weren’t many guards to contend with, or so Thor thought. Once he hurled twin lightning bolts at the pair that tried to attack him from behind -- eye briefly narrowing at the hooded figure who had joined him in battle, and felled those he’d been too occupied to deal with -- he thought the fight was over. But it was not so, not when a pair of gates rolled down to reveal a horde of guards -- and even some prisoners -- charging straight at them.

    Thor grinned, blood pumping. It had been far too long since he’d fought in battle like this, since he’d been presented with a challenge. Though not for the first time, he wished he had Mjolnir in his hand. He missed its familiar weight, missed how it had felt more like an extension of himself than a weapon.

    But he was the God of Thunder, not the God of Hammers.

    Aided by his new comrade-in-arms, Thor threw himself into the fray. Lightning crackled around him, bolstering his attacks. Whenever his fists or feet made contact, his opponents were hurled backwards by bright blasts of energy. His attacks were fluid, like a dance. Weaving between opponents, flowing from one attacker to the next. He’d never fought like this before. Never felt such power, wild and untamed, coursing uncontrollably beneath and above his skin. It invigorated him, breathed new life into him.

    Someone grabbed him from behind, pulling his arms back. Spotting the opening, three guards charged him with raised spears. Thor grunted, swinging his legs up to kick the spears aside, using the guard restraining him as momentum. One spear snapped, a second glanced off his shin, but the third pierced his thigh. Hissing sharply against the pain, Thor shoved his boot into the guard’s face, kicking off his helmet.

    Her helmet, actually. He hadn’t noticed it, in the heat of the fight, but the guard was a woman. They all were, and their skin was like ash. Dark elves, he realized with a grunt, even as he wound his legs around the elf’s head and snapped her neck. Lightning surged down his limbs, coursing through her and passing on to her fellow guards, who seized up and dropped like flies.

    It had affected the guard restraining him too, so Thor flipped her over as soon as he landed on his feet. But it was no dark elf. It was one of the prisoners instead, furred with a muzzle full of sharp teeth, who scrambled for the knife at his belt despite his muscles seizing up. Thor just kicked the blade aside, not really wanting to kill the creature who’d been imprisoned. “Stay down,” he commanded and moved on... or would have moved on, had he not paused to take the creature’s sword. It would do as a temporary weapon, he decided.

    Of course, things just had to go from bad to worse.

    His comrade-and-arms disappeared from sight, and Thor ran towards him to find that the ground was no longer there, and that he was dangling over a pit full of spikes. Corpses littered the bottom, most of them old while others were still fresh. Thor almost snorted at the ludicrousy of it all, then whirled around to deal with the last few remaining guards who hadn’t been disposed of. Lightning crackled through their ranks, his sword shearing through flesh and bone -- and through its original owner, who had somehow managed to get up and try attacking him again.

    “I told you to stay down,” he muttered, turning around to extend a hand to the hooded man still dangling over the pit of spikes. “Good thing your reflexes are good,” he complimented, hoisting the man up.

    But that wasn’t the end. Of course not. A dark elf was sitting in the viewing box that Thor hadn’t noticed sooner, and she would have been beautiful if she weren’t lording over this arena as if it were her domain. It didn’t really help that she introduced herself as a Goddess of Spiders, and had the rest of her gladiators swarm them. It figured he’d stumble on a goddess, of all things.

    “Think they’re still being held here against their will?” he asked the man conversationally, raising his sword and crouching into a defensive stance. “Because I’m starting to think I was wrong about that.”

    But when the first of them charged, there was little time for talk. Thor sidestepped one of them, a large creature that almost appeared ogre-like but only had one eye to boast of plastered in the center of its face, ducking behind to hamstring it with his sword. Even as he spotted another charging behind him, scythe-like weapon raised in challenge, and thrust out a hand to hurl a lightning bolt at it.

     
  5. Ezio Auditore Da Firenze

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    Ezio grabbed the man's had and rose back up to the arena. "Years of practice in falling my friend." Ezio drew his sword and readied himself as the last of the prisoners were let onto the battlefield. "My guess is they weren't the best people before she found them." Ezio peered into the crowd, plenty of non human creatures much stronger than him but slower, this was going to be hard fought if he wanted to get to his newly designated target. The Queen of this Arena. Ezio raised his sword and blocked a ogre's club and then slid the sword forward, impaling him in the belly and wrenching it to the side to gut the beast. As it fell Ezio used it's body as a stand to run up and leap into the air, holding his sword up in the air he flipped it's blade to face down and plunged deep into the chest of a werewolf rushing at the two with a mace. Ezio raised one arm, flicking back his wrist and sent a knife through the helmet of a guardswoman. He tossed a throwing knife into the ankle of a human man, sending him to the ground, he yanked his sword free and quickly chopped across the human's back.

    Ezio ran forward, ducking underneath a swing from another axe blade and dragging the blade of his sword across the attacker's waist, he twirled the sword to bring it back to a ready position and ran for the box, slashing a elf across the stomach and then as she doubled over he used her falling form as a stepping stool to jump up and grab onto one of the cracks of the wall. Pulling himself up towards the woman's box, he lunged to the left to avoid the tip of one of her honor guard's spears. He lunged upward, reaching out with his hook and seizing one of the Drow women by the ankle he tugged her from the perch and sent her sprawling downward. Ezio pulled himself into the box and swept the spear of the second honor guard to the side, bringing his fist into her nose and jammed his sword into her stomach. The Queen stood and looked him over. "A strong male for an one so old. But still a male." She brought up a scepter and struck Ezio across the chest, pain surged through his body, sending him to his knees and leaving him stuck in a kneeling position, his muscles tensed up from the energy cascading through his form. Ezio could see her feet before him, she stood over him and then suddenly he felt one of her heels pressed into his back.

    "Behold this one! He sought to challenge your queen and now here he kneels!" She motioned to the crowd as she spoke, receiving a chorus of cheers and applause. The warriors in the pit had turned their attention to the blonde one. While the queen seemed more interested in the toy she'd found in the old assassin.
     
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    Thor hummed his agreement, parrying a mace that almost took his head off before kicking his foe in the gut. He turned towards a second foe, decapitating him without thinking about it too hard, then whirled back towards the first and stabbed him in the gut. Lightning crackled across his skin in intermittent sparks, but he took care not to unleash the full fury of his inner storm. Electricity was coursing through his veins like it was alive, but he wasn’t as skilled at wielding it as he’d once been when he still had Mjolnir. Not yet, at least. He imagined skill would come with time and experience, as all things did.

    He focused on staying alive, hacking and slashing away at foes with his sword and hurling the occasional thunderbolt or two, especially at the particularly large enemies like trolls or ogres and species he couldn’t even put a name to. It felt good to fight like this, to find himself neck-deep in battle again. He didn’t attack those who decided they’d rather flee than face him, but for those who stayed... for those who stayed, he granted them warriors’ deaths. Soon, his blade was drenched in various shades of blood, ranging from carmine red to putrid green. His armor was too, but he couldn’t stop to think about that now. He disemboweled foes, cracked open skulls, electrocuted those who tried to sneak up behind him. They were almost without end.

    Only, Thor didn’t notice his comrade slip away during the chaos. He only realized what had happened when he heard the so-called goddess speak again, her voice carrying over the arena. Thor’s eye whipped towards the stands, spotting his comrade at the elf woman’s feet. By then, only four enemies hadn’t fallen.

    Dropping his sword hand, Thor called on the lightning surging inside him. He glowed, the blue brightness almost blinding as he whipped his hand out and electrocuted all four of them. Their bodies spasmed, their shrieks cutting off abruptly, before they crumpled to the ground in a heap.

    “Surely Lloth, Goddess of Spiders would rather face a worthier opponent than an old man already on his knees!” he called out, his single eye sparking. Still gripping the sword in his hand, he threw it towards her. It shore through the air like an arrow, landing into the back of her seat with a dull thwoop!, burying itself several inches into the wood. A few inches to the right, and it would have cut her in half. “Unless she’s afraid of Thor, God of Thunder! You would not be the first to fear my wrath!”

    Either she'd lose interest in the man, or his distraction would give the man the chance to escape her clutches. Whatever the case may be, Thor would be ready.

     
  7. Ezio Auditore Da Firenze

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    Ezio tried to fight through the pain to get up and fight but all he could do was look up. He saw her glare through her mask at the man in the ring. Anger coursed through her but he felt it shift away from him. He could move his limbs slightly, her foot moved off his back and he slowly tried to get his muscles to unlock. She trotted to the edge of her viewing box and snarled angrily. “God or man it doesn’t matter in here I am queen!” Ezio looked at her body language, bombastic and haughty but she was clearly shaken by the fact a true God stood before her...a pretender. This was no goddess but some woman using the name of one. Just another maniac using power to proclaim themselves a God like so many of the Templars. Ezio stood up and his boot scuffed the ground. She whirled around and swung at him. Forcing him to duck and roll away from her blow. He threw a punch towards her, knocking the silver mask from her face.

    She was beautiful, but her glare cut through him. Two scarlet ringed eyes with bright white tattoos running across the ash colored skin. She snarled and Ezio leaped away, down into the arena once more. She snarled and backed up. “You are no Goddess! You’re a fraud! Nothing but a fraud!” Ezio shouted out to her, he could see her rage building. She grabbed up one of the fallen scimitars from her guards and let out a scream of rage. “I was going to keep you and the one eyes one as pets! But now I’ll kill you both!” Whatever plans she had ended when Ezio’s throwing knife pierced her hand and she dropped her blade with a cry of pain. She looked between the two and backed away, then took off sprinting into the curtains of her box. “We have to stop her.”
     
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