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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 15:12:57 GMT -8
In the middle of a vast desert stands an ancient coliseum, ages old and worn from the sands and wind yet the building still stands. There are no other signs of civilization around save for the lonely structure. Within one will find a vast empty stadium, the arena filled with sand as the area outside is. This coliseum is not found in any particular location in the vast deserts of the over-world, existing only in legend as a mysterious place only appearing to those stranded in the deepest parts of the deserts. Most discount the tales surrounding the mysterious coliseum in the middle of the desert as simply desert mirages.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Apr 13, 2016 22:09:52 GMT -8
The funny little kobold stumbled onto the coliseum. He was specifically searching for a melee only opponent.
"Hmm, me need opponent. Me need test new spell. Flesh golem strong. Me need test subject."
He was accompanied by what appeared to be a completely ordinary looking male warrior, wearing leather armor (tassets, cuisses, pauldrons, cuirass, gauntlets, boots). The warrior had a simple looking steel cutlass and an off-hand steel buckler, about 16 inches wide. He was about 6 feet tall.
His name was Bob.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2016 12:48:18 GMT -8
A few minutes after the duo found their way to the sands of the coliseum within, a lone figure would walk out of one of the shadowy tunnels to meet them. The figure appeared to be young, perhaps in his late teens with mid length brown hair falling just past his jawline. His skin was a light tan color. He wore a head band of red cloth that served to keep his hair out of his eyes. Two longer strips of the red fabric drifted freely in the wind behind his head where the two ends were knotted together. Upon his torso he wore a white loose fitting shirt of cloth, with a low cut collar and no sleeves. Moving downwards similarly colored silken pants reaching to mid shin. He wore a pair of sandals on his feet.
The young man had a muscular, yet lithe build and stood at about 5'9'', shorter than the one that faced him today by a bit. As his coppery gaze looked over his opponent with an apathetic gaze, he did not seem to be deterred by this. He would approach his opponent at a ponderous pace, not making a sound as his feet moved. In his left arm he cradled the only weapons that appeared to be on his person, a pair of butterfly swords about as long as his forearms that seemed to fit so perfectly together side-by-side, one would have to take a second look to see they were actually two blades.
Pausing for a moment about 10 yards away from his opponent, he would shift both of the weapons into his right hand. He would then causally toss one of the blades upwards and catch it in his left hand. With both blades separate now, he would twirl them once, twice, before returning them to their original grip, a somewhat bored look on his face,
"You don't seem like the usual sort of types to come here..." he mused, looking over the flesh golem's leather armor, "Neither does anyone come here on purpose usually, anyway I will offer you what I offer everyone who comes here." The young man would smirk then, "I will fight either you or your construct in a duel, if you win you are free of this desert, if I win you will be as lost as you were before, or worse. So what do you say?"
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Apr 16, 2016 0:06:48 GMT -8
The kobold sneered. His long reptilian teeth showed. "Me no see problem. Me go free, me go free, me stay, me watch more fights and enjoy." With but a wave of Sing-Sing's hand, the golem which, for all intents and purposes was a man, took several paces forward. "We have fun, whoever wins."
As Bob approached, the man would see that his cutlass in his right hand, while nothing special otherwise, was double edged, and that his buckler in his left hand was quite thin around the edges. Bob would stop about two meters away from the young man and entered his stance. His left foot was forward and his right foot was back. His knees were bent. His left arm was stacked on top of his right arm, and they both crossed his torso. This resulted in his shield facing forward and his cutlass actually pointing back at his left side.
Bob had no facial expression. He did however make a slight, abrupt inch forward with his shield with just his upper body, threatening the enemy warrior with his shield.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2016 17:52:26 GMT -8
The young man would only nod before beginning, the smirk disappearing from his face as the other approached. He would not give the other warrior the chance to get comfortable and inch towards him however.
Once in range he would slowly begin to circle to his own right a few paces, seemingly eyeing up his opponent for a few moments. The other's cutlass was much longer than his own two swords, and double-edged. The other's buckler was also edged it seemed. It would be tough to get past this defense, but one would have to try either way. First however, he needed to be proactive and initiate the opening movements of the fight. Suddenly stepping inward with his right leg, and shuffling a few paces, the young man would bring the blade in his right hand slashing downwards, his form was relaxed as he threw out the attack with an apparent lack of effort. Nevertheless the strike would threaten to slash the other's arm if the attack were allowed to pass.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Apr 16, 2016 22:06:57 GMT -8
Bob robotically turned his body towards his foe with a little hop, retaining more or less the same stance as the warrior tried to flank him. As he stepped in to slash with his right, so too would Bob step in slightly with his left, the smallest of shuffles, so that his foot was practically right next to the warrior's, making it harder for him to maneuver. Having turned towards him, he had not left an opening on his arm and the warrior's blade would harmlessly bounce off of his buckler, which scarcely moved... yet.
His right hand was still in front of his solar plexus, but now he was drawing it slightly back so that the entire length of the blade was in a better position to protect both his legs and his right flank. Bob's eyes quickly darted between the warrior's eyes, and his other butterfly sword, and his feet.
After all, Sing-Sing was not just testing Bob's strength, but also his processing power and speed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2016 9:47:06 GMT -8
The warrior's butterfly sword would indeed bounce off the other's buckler, continuing on it's downwards and diagonal trajectory, except now it would threaten to slash along the outside of Bob's leg. As the sword came down, the man would step backwards with his right foot, drawing the butterfly sword back and away as it slashed. This would serve to draw the black backwards across any flesh it would connect with if it landed.
As this motion with his right arm and leg commenced, he would bring his left blade sweeping upwards from below as his other blade continued downwards, warding off any attacks on his upper body as he stepped back and disengaged. As he disengaged, if not pressed he would sink down into a lower stance with his leg's crouched beneath him and his arm's cross before him, left arm above his right arm. The young man would take a millisecond to turn his right wrist so the blade's sharp end once again faced upwards.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Apr 17, 2016 17:25:05 GMT -8
The split second the butterfly sword impacted, Bob's left foot slid another inch forward and he thrust his buckler forward at a slight angle, which would push the butterfly sword back and rob it of inertia to make the cut to his leg. Bob was somewhat lower to the ground than the opponent now and still had exerted minimal effort. But that was about to change.
As the opponent's left arm came up at his right side, Bob drew his back foot forward while sliding his cutlass back at a down and out angle. He aimed the cutlass's cutting edge so that it would strike not the butterfly sword, but the warrior's armor-less wrist holding the sword, a plausible feet now that Bob was practically in the warrior's face.
Suddenly he pushed off his back foot and slid forward with his left a good 12 inches, carefully positioning his buckler to maintain optimum defense as he tried to keep the opponent off balance before he could properly disengage. His cutlass would naturally thrust outward a bit more (into the warrior's wrist if it connect) as he maintained balance during the thrust.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 11:07:54 GMT -8
Bob inched ever closer into the warrior's stance, stuffing his buckler into the path of the butterfly sword as it aimed to continue it's arc down towards Bob's left leg which was inside the warrior's own leg. The forced the tip of the butterfly sword upwards as the hand-guard of the weapon impacted with the left face of the buckler just beside the boss. For the moment, the right butterfly sword was neutralized, resting on the buckler just off center of the shield with the tip of the blade ending just above the upper rim in the middle.
The warrior's left butterfly sword was already in motion as well, it's point rising deviously from below in hopes of surprising Bob, this was clearly not the case however as Bob's right arm soon became involved as well. At this revelation, the warrior set into motion beginning with his right arm and blade which still rested on the buckler.
Given Bob's lower stance, it was quite easy to exert force on the buckler downwards which would but him a few valuable moments as Bob would require more effort to navigate his cutlass below the rim of the buckler to attack. A moment later the young warrior would notice Bob's back leg inching forward and would take this chance to move his own front foot, pulling it back a few inches and stepping inside of Bob's left foot. As he did this, his right blade would give one more firm push before the tip of the butterfly blade snaked over the top of the buckler, point facing the ground for a moment before sliding forward and locking the buckler with the hook along the back of the blade.
Now, the warrior would step inwards with his left foot, left blade continuing to rise except he would seek to slam the hand-guard and lower (dull) blade just above the elbow of Bob's right arm, and he would hold his blade there against his arm, in order to forbid the cutlass from being swung outwards by the limb. Finally, the young warrior would give a slight push against arm and buckler with both of his bladed hands, rotating his right foot outwards as he stepped into the shove that would hopefully throw Bob sideways off balance.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Apr 21, 2016 14:08:42 GMT -8
Sing-Sing squealed with delight. It looked like this was it.
Bob would suddenly explode with action. As soon as the warrior hooked his buckler, Bob stopped leaning low. He pushed off with his back leg and twisted his body while thrusting his buckler against the direction of the force of the hook, using his superior leverage, height and grip on his buckler. This would hopefully either throw the opponent off balance or send his butterfly sword flying, or both.
At the same time the warrior, by preventing an outward slash of he cutlass, had left his entire torso completely exposed. With a slight movement of the wrist, Bob angled his sword towards the area under his opponent's left rib cage and, using the same energy from his body's twist, made an almighty thrust forward.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 14:57:59 GMT -8
Indeed, it seemed the fight was getting more interesting. As the warrior hooked his sword along the top rim of the buckler, Bob would thrust the buckler upwards. Given the position of the young man's arm and the sword along the top, it would not due to resist this force, so instead he opted to flow with the force of his opponent.
Thankfully, this would be an easy task to accomplish given the roundness of the buckler. As Bob jerked his buckler up, the butterfly sword would simply slide down along it's left edge. The tip of the butterfly sword which was on the other side of the buckler would press with the flat of it's blade on Bob's wrist as it rotated. Near the end of the motion, the hook of the butterfly sword would end up at about the 8 o'clock position, with the flat of the blade pressing on the top of Bob's wrist now.
As the young man did this motion, he stepped inward with his left foot, twisting his torso to the right along with rotating his right foot to the right as well. This would bring his left blade slamming into the upper arm of Bob just above his right elbow and stop an outward slash of the cutlass. This meant that the warrior's left butterfly sword rested on Bob's triceps above his elbow, with the guard and lower dull blade resting directly on the arm to hold it from swinging outward. For this reason, the somewhat awkward thrust of the cutlass by Bob via twisting his wrist and stabbing across the warrior's body at his left ribs was easily avoided.
Sliding his right foot forward slightly into Bob's stance, the warrior would twist his torso away from the cutlass stabbing at his left ribs, at the same time he would slash downwards with his left blade hopefully drawing the sharp upper half of the blade viciously through Bob's triceps which rested under the blade as it continued downwards to deflect the cutlass down and to the outside of the young warrior's form with it's hand guard.
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Sing-Sing Bearbane
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Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 20
Physical Description: About 3 feet tall with grey skin, somewhat muscular and heavily built, not the fastest kobold but still agile and with high reflexes
Clothes and Equipment: A twisted branch through which earth magic may be channeled.
Registered: Jun 28, 2015 20:04:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sing-Sing Bearbane on Apr 26, 2016 19:53:56 GMT -8
Unfortunately for the young warrior, to place his right butterfly dagger in such a manner would require him to bend his wrist up at a very awkward angle, facing palm-upwards while bending his fist back as though he were playing a game of Mercy and losing. It wouldn't take much effort on Bob's part to hold the young warrior's wrist in place with his vastly more comfortable grip on his sharp buckler.
In fact, Bob saw this as an opportunity to solve both his problems. Instead of trying to swing outward or stab with his right hand cutlass, he's bring his arm forward and slash sideways, avoiding the young warrior's slash on his tricep while simultaneously cutting off the opponent's wrist. He would make this motion just as he reached the pinnacle of his thrust upwards with his buckler, just as the warrior's blade rested on his arm, all in one smooth motion, giving the young warrior almost no time to realistically respond.
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Biggs
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Post by Biggs on Apr 27, 2016 9:26:09 GMT -8
---Meanwhile... ----
Somewhere outside the coliseum itself, in its monolithic shadow, Biggs awoke in the sand, disheveled and uncomfortable. With each passing minute the sun seemed to creep up closer to the earth, making it hotter and hotter. The trees and the mist were...all gone! What the hell was going on? He looked around to see his surroundings, and to check if the girl was still there.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Apr 27, 2016 10:13:41 GMT -8
Slowly, she stirred. It was hot.. really hot, and light pierced the lids of her eyes. She was forced to awake in the baking morning sun of the desert, in the shadow of a coliseum. Biggs was there, too. There seemed something very symbolic about the arena they were brought before, and Lamina found it very eerie.
Was she dead? Was this the afterlife to which she had been condemned?
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Apr 27, 2016 20:11:22 GMT -8
She stands up, lethargically, and walks slowly over to Biggs. "Where.... are we?"
(20,000th post!!!)
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Biggs
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Age: 20
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Post by Biggs on Apr 28, 2016 7:51:11 GMT -8
( Congrats! )
"I.. I don't know.." he says as he finally comes to, taking a minute to wake up and stir. The heat, however, made it impossible to take longer than that. "It's almost like the Stonevale one... though more of it is left in tact.."
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Apr 28, 2016 10:34:48 GMT -8
"Yeah this isn't right..." Slowly, she walked up to the giant structure, and began to circumvent the ruins until she could find a way to see inside of the arena. She thought she could hear sounds... had they come upon a ceremonial training ground?
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Biggs
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Post by Biggs on Apr 28, 2016 15:09:30 GMT -8
He followed her a few paces back. "It is very strange... what a coincidence that we arrive here." He knew she was the celebrity gladiator those back home spoke of after the regime change. He felt the slightest bit of pity for her still, as even though they made it from the front battle lines and then magical woods alive, it seemed a mocking coincidence that the arena 'followed' her.
He looked into the large central area over the collapsed rubble of a long crumbled facade, where there seemed to be a melee practice scuffle far enough away to where their arrival would not prove distracting so long as they remained on the fringes of the massive sandy ring.
"I am curious... how long have you lived the life of a gladiator?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 16:24:01 GMT -8
The positioning of the warrior proved to be advantageous at the current moment as he had stepped into Bob's own stance and now flanked him. His right blade was indeed locked with the buckler, but his wrist did not need to be in a very awkward spot at all as the sharpened rim of the buckler faced him. With only a simple twist of his wrist the warrior could rotate the buckler in Bob's grip by using the hook of his blade to apply pressure to the top of the shield while simultaneously digging his own blade in the construct's arm. However, Bob then tried something else, attacking the warrior's right wrist with his cutlass.
Given the target Bob chose to attack, the young warrior only had to move his right blade slightly downwards to block the incoming slash with his right butterfly blade's handguard. This would disengage the right blade from the buckler and free it for now... but it was simply to late for Bob to react now. With Bob's previous attack foiled and both of his weapons now committed to one side, the warrior's left blade had free reign. As Bob's arm moved forward, it only momentarily created distance between itself and the warrior's left butterfly blade. No doubt, Bob was hoping to land a fight ending blow with his last attack to end it right there, at that point the warrior's left blade would have meant nothing.
However, the left blade would follow, slashing ruthlessly at the exposed sword arm of Bob. First, the blade would slash downwards, hoping to rake across the triceps of the arm it pursued. Then, turning in an tight arc, the blade would come back up for another slash that would rise towards Bob's face and neck. As the blade rose, the warrior would attempt to deviously entrap the cutlass he had blocked with his right blade's hook. Due to the very pressing threat of attack on Bob's left, it would be unlikely Bob would notice the subtle move until his cutlass was hooked.
If the warrior did successfully hook the blade, he would raise his right blade, using the cutlass to block off any avenue of attack or defense from the buckler.
--Lamina and Biggs--
The ancient and crumbling Coliseum stood silently in the blistering heat. If the two were to look around they would see nothing but desert and no signs of civilization at all save for the structure. As the two approached they would head the sounds of combat.
The two would find an entrance into the arena soon enough. The shade within the ancient and crumbling building was several degrees cooler than the sun-scorched sands outside. They would also now notice the two combatants within dueling in the desert heat. The warrior of the coliseum who was fighting did not seem to notice their approach as of yet.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Apr 28, 2016 16:43:57 GMT -8
She looked on at the fighting arena combatants. Something ceremonial did indeed seem to be going on. Nowhere was there supporting civilization and no crowd existed to watch the two duel. "Most of my life I've lived in the coliseum. But I've only fought for real for about a year and a half."
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