Rikandur Azebol
First Post
[COLOR=SandyBrown]Before the Fight, Iuz.[/COLOR]
OOC:
Kalanyr, don't feel obliged in any way. I'm not nagging You for speed.
IC:
Dorakaa, Arena's waiting room.
"My lord ... she is unworthy dying of Your blade ! Let us prove our loyalty to You and kill her !"
Black skinned elven woman, more known as Lady Shadow, was trying to persuade her new Master to ... not fight, dread written all over her face. Iuz only grunted, ignoring her completly, wholly contentrated on moving whetstone over greatsword he will be using. Distracted, he spoked with distant tone, while pouring olive over the blade.
"What is Your fear, child ?"
She outbursted, emotions tearing her too strong to care for anything.
"You may die here ! I will die if another God will abadon me !"
He checked blade under the light, his brutal face absolutely uncaring, and spoke sweetly.
"Too bad ... Then You should wish me luck. Now don't distract me, or I will gut You. Blade must be sharp ..."
Iuz grinned in darkened room, his eyes reflecting lights and for a moment light from small window displayed patch of red skin over his shoulder. And muscles moving beyond it like cables. Drow woman departed, infuriated.
"Iuz ... and his old blade, we hadn't seen each other for ages, do You missed taste of blood, my love ?"
OOC:
Kalanyr, don't feel obliged in any way. I'm not nagging You for speed.
IC:
Dorakaa, Arena's waiting room.
"My lord ... she is unworthy dying of Your blade ! Let us prove our loyalty to You and kill her !"
Black skinned elven woman, more known as Lady Shadow, was trying to persuade her new Master to ... not fight, dread written all over her face. Iuz only grunted, ignoring her completly, wholly contentrated on moving whetstone over greatsword he will be using. Distracted, he spoked with distant tone, while pouring olive over the blade.
"What is Your fear, child ?"
She outbursted, emotions tearing her too strong to care for anything.
"You may die here ! I will die if another God will abadon me !"
He checked blade under the light, his brutal face absolutely uncaring, and spoke sweetly.
"Too bad ... Then You should wish me luck. Now don't distract me, or I will gut You. Blade must be sharp ..."
Iuz grinned in darkened room, his eyes reflecting lights and for a moment light from small window displayed patch of red skin over his shoulder. And muscles moving beyond it like cables. Drow woman departed, infuriated.
"Iuz ... and his old blade, we hadn't seen each other for ages, do You missed taste of blood, my love ?"