DistractingFlare
First Post
With Ja'Cart's refusal to kill the slave, the crowd loses its composure completely. Their cries echo throughout the stadium, and the elf collapses to his knees - not in panic, but in shock and gratitude. The kreen's mercy has cemented his victory in the event.
Dictator Andropinis looks on in interest. He smiles at Ja'Cart, and the thri-kreen feels a buzzing inside his head, and he senses the dim outline of an intruder within his mind.
[sblock=Inside Ja'Cart's Head]
"Good work, bug. Perhaps you'll survive this tournament after all."
Without any hesitation, Ja'Cart knows that this is the voice of the king.[/sblock]
The elven slave stands up and hobbles up to Ja'Cart.
"My name's Hosh. Thank, you sir. Thank you."
Hosh continues walking, seemingly dazed, and he approaches Ajax, who silently allows him into the slaves' quarters.
---
That evening.
In the victors' hall, the four of you gather for supper, and the other four gladiators sit along the wooden table with you.
Merit Thrast raises his glass of ale in a toast.
"To the eight of us, and to the ninth, whichever of the damned it'll be."
At that, the door of the hall slams open, and Nikolieva the psion strides through, her hands still crackling with energy, her face composed, her clothes stained with blood.
"It'll be me," she says. "I am the ninth."
Krik and Ajax enter behind her, eyeing the telepath quite cautiously. Krik stands up on a crate to deliver the rules for the next event.
"The next phase of the tournament shall begin tomorrow! With an odd number of contestants, Ja'Cart, Merit Thrast, and Nikolieva will receive a bye for the next round. The rules are simple: single combat to the death! Good luck, and be grateful. You've come farther than anyone thought you would. Meet your opponent. Drink with him, for this time tomorrow, three more shall be dead."
[sblock=Remaining Combatants]Ja'Cart (bye)
Merit Thrast (bye)
Nikolieva (bye)
Daran vs. Janus
Jalaan vs. Templar Yorick
Muzdum vs. Templar Falstaff[/sblock]
[sblock=Level up!]Move along to level 5, everybody! Please post your updates in the OOC thread, then update your sheet in the RG.[/sblock]
Dictator Andropinis looks on in interest. He smiles at Ja'Cart, and the thri-kreen feels a buzzing inside his head, and he senses the dim outline of an intruder within his mind.
[sblock=Inside Ja'Cart's Head]
"Good work, bug. Perhaps you'll survive this tournament after all."
Without any hesitation, Ja'Cart knows that this is the voice of the king.[/sblock]
The elven slave stands up and hobbles up to Ja'Cart.
"My name's Hosh. Thank, you sir. Thank you."
Hosh continues walking, seemingly dazed, and he approaches Ajax, who silently allows him into the slaves' quarters.
---
That evening.
In the victors' hall, the four of you gather for supper, and the other four gladiators sit along the wooden table with you.
Merit Thrast raises his glass of ale in a toast.
"To the eight of us, and to the ninth, whichever of the damned it'll be."
At that, the door of the hall slams open, and Nikolieva the psion strides through, her hands still crackling with energy, her face composed, her clothes stained with blood.
"It'll be me," she says. "I am the ninth."
Krik and Ajax enter behind her, eyeing the telepath quite cautiously. Krik stands up on a crate to deliver the rules for the next event.
"The next phase of the tournament shall begin tomorrow! With an odd number of contestants, Ja'Cart, Merit Thrast, and Nikolieva will receive a bye for the next round. The rules are simple: single combat to the death! Good luck, and be grateful. You've come farther than anyone thought you would. Meet your opponent. Drink with him, for this time tomorrow, three more shall be dead."
[sblock=Remaining Combatants]Ja'Cart (bye)
Merit Thrast (bye)
Nikolieva (bye)
Daran vs. Janus
Jalaan vs. Templar Yorick
Muzdum vs. Templar Falstaff[/sblock]
[sblock=Level up!]Move along to level 5, everybody! Please post your updates in the OOC thread, then update your sheet in the RG.[/sblock]
