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[4e] Fallen - Prologue: The Crucible (Full)
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<blockquote data-quote="eblue562" data-source="post: 4940589" data-attributes="member: 84791"><p>Rodeh looked down at his sword and shield held in his arms, forcibly strapped and magically binded in placed. The smell of blood was old on the bars in front of the portcullis, but fresh on his hands and on the shield now held firmly in place. Sweat poured down his forehead as he willed the leather armor into place, and even that smelled of fresh blood. It was a blisteringly hot day in the Arena, perfect for making two warriors fight to the death. Rodeh would normally have enjoyed a small scuffle before lunch. This time, however, he hated it, although a cruel smile pursed his lips.</p><p></p><p><em>They may make me fight in 'dis blasted Arena eventually, but not before I bloody a few noises and take a few fingers off. </em>The battle to get the armor on him had not lasted long, but it was all the time Rodeh needed. Then, that blasted warlock came to him. How he hated 'ol what-his-stupid-face. The eladrin warlock had grinned slyly at him.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">"Your Gods are dead now, and should you fail in the arena, I will ensure your family will be too." <span style="color: White">The eladrin said in perfect Dwarven. He laughed as Rodeh looked at him dumbstruck, but the stout Minehelm growled and smoothed out his long, black beard.</span></span> Rodeh spat on the ground,</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">"May your mother screw the rotten carcases of beheaded drow!" <span style="color: White">The dwarf responded back</span></span>, ready for a fight, red rage boiling inside of him like the lava in the furnaces of his homeland. The warlock merely laughed and turned away, waving his hand. Then, he was face to face with the portcullis. Rodeh swore then he would kill the largely frail and girly-looking eladrin before his time in the Arena was done. And then probably defacate on his dead body. A few times.</p><p></p><p>The portcullis swung open, and Rodeh half-closed his eyes as the blinding light shot through the doorway. Standing there dumbfounded for a few moments, the dwarf was forcibly pushed into the arena. Stumbling forward, he landed square on his face as is only standard for dwarven finesse and grace. Grunting as he stood, Rodeh was greeted by loud jeers and laughters from the arena audience. Glancing upward, the dwarf saw his companion, whom he vaguely heard being introduced as "The Zipper." It might have also been "Ripper," but Rodeh was still fuming from the warlock's promise and couldn't hear over the roar of the crowd. In unison, the crowd shouted <span style="color: LemonChiffon">"Fight!" <span style="color: White">and the battle was on.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White">Not wasting a second, the human standing in front of him charged with blinding speed straight toward the dwarf, scimitar blazing in the ever-sweltering sun. But Rodeh was ready this time, and the red blood flowing through his veins was still hot with anger. Setting his feet strongly into the ground, Rodeh assumed a wide stance and focused his energy into his arms. Muscles rippling, "The Zipper" immediately knew what it felt like to slam face first into a wall of bricks. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White">And these bricks were very sturdy, and carried a big sword. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White">The human impacted Rodeh's shield as he brought the scimitar down, and the sheer force of his own impact allowed Rodeh to channel the energy and push it forward. With a primal yell and a large grunt, Rodeh pushed forward hard as the impact came, sending the Zipper flying back in the direction he came nearly 20 feet. The human landed hard on his back and rolled. While the human was getting up slowly, Rodeh grunted again.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray">"It's going to take more than that to move me, Zipper," <span style="color: White">Rodeh said and banged his shield with his sword, <span style="color: Gray">"Pull your pants up, little man, and TRY TO MOVE ME!" <span style="color: White">The human came at him again, but this time with a little surprise. As he charged (<em>a little slower this time</em>, Rodeh notices), two daggers come from his side and directly at Rodeh. Raising his shield to deflect the two knives, the Zipper launched himself up and attempts to get over the dwarf.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna">"Mistake number two," <span style="color: White">Rodeh says as he swings his sword up, broad end first. The sword explodes with force outward and impacts the human square in the chest, rolling him over and landing him hard on his stomach next to Rodeh, <span style="color: Sienna">"son of a hairless orc."</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White">Without missing a beat, however, another knife comes lunging at the dwarf a split-second before the human hits the dirt and buries itself squarely in his left arm. Feeling his grip on his sword loosen, Rodeh quickly drops the weapon and it lodges itself point first into the sand. With a quick yelp and a growl, Rodeh ignores the pain and forces adrenaline through his body as he moves forward and drops his entire weight on the human. The Ripper yells in pain and spews blood as the dwarf feels ribs snap underneath his immense strength. The crowd roars as it sees red for the first time this battle, both from the dwarf and the human.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna">"In a different world, human," <span style="color: White">Rodeh whispers as he brings his shield up. Before slamming it down on the head of the human to end the fight, he swears that he could see the man smiling.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White">*****</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><em><span style="color: Sienna">"Why do I suddenly feel cold." </span></em><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White">Rodeh thinks to himself, standing up victorious, waves of applause and cheering from the audience filling his ears and drowning out most of his other thoughts. He walks over to the sword and examines it. He breath leaves him and the arena feels very quiet as he sees the runes dancing over the longsword, even admist all the screaming. Its appearance is very similar to his family heirloom, the ancient sword Amma.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna">"Then that shall be your name, weapon." <span style="color: White">The Warden says, a grim smile coming over his lips. Though he escaped with his life that day, he somehow felt as though the real victor was lying in a pool of his own blood.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: LemonChiffon"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Gray"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Sienna"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="eblue562, post: 4940589, member: 84791"] Rodeh looked down at his sword and shield held in his arms, forcibly strapped and magically binded in placed. The smell of blood was old on the bars in front of the portcullis, but fresh on his hands and on the shield now held firmly in place. Sweat poured down his forehead as he willed the leather armor into place, and even that smelled of fresh blood. It was a blisteringly hot day in the Arena, perfect for making two warriors fight to the death. Rodeh would normally have enjoyed a small scuffle before lunch. This time, however, he hated it, although a cruel smile pursed his lips. [I]They may make me fight in 'dis blasted Arena eventually, but not before I bloody a few noises and take a few fingers off. [/I]The battle to get the armor on him had not lasted long, but it was all the time Rodeh needed. Then, that blasted warlock came to him. How he hated 'ol what-his-stupid-face. The eladrin warlock had grinned slyly at him. [COLOR=Sienna]"Your Gods are dead now, and should you fail in the arena, I will ensure your family will be too." [COLOR=White]The eladrin said in perfect Dwarven. He laughed as Rodeh looked at him dumbstruck, but the stout Minehelm growled and smoothed out his long, black beard.[/COLOR][/COLOR] Rodeh spat on the ground, [COLOR=Sienna]"May your mother screw the rotten carcases of beheaded drow!" [COLOR=White]The dwarf responded back[/COLOR][/COLOR], ready for a fight, red rage boiling inside of him like the lava in the furnaces of his homeland. The warlock merely laughed and turned away, waving his hand. Then, he was face to face with the portcullis. Rodeh swore then he would kill the largely frail and girly-looking eladrin before his time in the Arena was done. And then probably defacate on his dead body. A few times. The portcullis swung open, and Rodeh half-closed his eyes as the blinding light shot through the doorway. Standing there dumbfounded for a few moments, the dwarf was forcibly pushed into the arena. Stumbling forward, he landed square on his face as is only standard for dwarven finesse and grace. Grunting as he stood, Rodeh was greeted by loud jeers and laughters from the arena audience. Glancing upward, the dwarf saw his companion, whom he vaguely heard being introduced as "The Zipper." It might have also been "Ripper," but Rodeh was still fuming from the warlock's promise and couldn't hear over the roar of the crowd. In unison, the crowd shouted [COLOR=LemonChiffon]"Fight!" [COLOR=White]and the battle was on. Not wasting a second, the human standing in front of him charged with blinding speed straight toward the dwarf, scimitar blazing in the ever-sweltering sun. But Rodeh was ready this time, and the red blood flowing through his veins was still hot with anger. Setting his feet strongly into the ground, Rodeh assumed a wide stance and focused his energy into his arms. Muscles rippling, "The Zipper" immediately knew what it felt like to slam face first into a wall of bricks. And these bricks were very sturdy, and carried a big sword. The human impacted Rodeh's shield as he brought the scimitar down, and the sheer force of his own impact allowed Rodeh to channel the energy and push it forward. With a primal yell and a large grunt, Rodeh pushed forward hard as the impact came, sending the Zipper flying back in the direction he came nearly 20 feet. The human landed hard on his back and rolled. While the human was getting up slowly, Rodeh grunted again. [COLOR=Gray]"It's going to take more than that to move me, Zipper," [COLOR=White]Rodeh said and banged his shield with his sword, [COLOR=Gray]"Pull your pants up, little man, and TRY TO MOVE ME!" [COLOR=White]The human came at him again, but this time with a little surprise. As he charged ([I]a little slower this time[/I], Rodeh notices), two daggers come from his side and directly at Rodeh. Raising his shield to deflect the two knives, the Zipper launched himself up and attempts to get over the dwarf. [COLOR=Sienna]"Mistake number two," [COLOR=White]Rodeh says as he swings his sword up, broad end first. The sword explodes with force outward and impacts the human square in the chest, rolling him over and landing him hard on his stomach next to Rodeh, [COLOR=Sienna]"son of a hairless orc."[/COLOR] Without missing a beat, however, another knife comes lunging at the dwarf a split-second before the human hits the dirt and buries itself squarely in his left arm. Feeling his grip on his sword loosen, Rodeh quickly drops the weapon and it lodges itself point first into the sand. With a quick yelp and a growl, Rodeh ignores the pain and forces adrenaline through his body as he moves forward and drops his entire weight on the human. The Ripper yells in pain and spews blood as the dwarf feels ribs snap underneath his immense strength. The crowd roars as it sees red for the first time this battle, both from the dwarf and the human. [COLOR=Sienna]"In a different world, human," [COLOR=White]Rodeh whispers as he brings his shield up. Before slamming it down on the head of the human to end the fight, he swears that he could see the man smiling. ***** [I][COLOR=Sienna]"Why do I suddenly feel cold." [/COLOR][/I][COLOR=Sienna][COLOR=White]Rodeh thinks to himself, standing up victorious, waves of applause and cheering from the audience filling his ears and drowning out most of his other thoughts. He walks over to the sword and examines it. He breath leaves him and the arena feels very quiet as he sees the runes dancing over the longsword, even admist all the screaming. Its appearance is very similar to his family heirloom, the ancient sword Amma. [COLOR=Sienna]"Then that shall be your name, weapon." [COLOR=White]The Warden says, a grim smile coming over his lips. Though he escaped with his life that day, he somehow felt as though the real victor was lying in a pool of his own blood.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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