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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1163774" data-attributes="member: 1210">Cicero's Arena of Death"Tonight only- the one and only Forinthian Ambassador, Sir Alex Mayflower, will do battle in the arena against Brother Vordos, self-proclaimed follower of Bleak!  Place your bets!"The two opponents square off as Cicero works the crowd into a frenzy.  Brother Vordos grins like a shark, making sure to show Sir Alex his teeth.  The ambassador stares hard at the villain opposite him, and when the bell to start the fight dings the two rush together in the center of the arena.  The crowd goes wild as Brother Vordos' axe swings in a tight arc at Sir Alex; but he deflects the blow with the boss of his shield and swings a mighty blow at the Bleakist.  His sword shimmers in the light of the bonfires in the arena, ringing as it glances off Vordos' armor. The two dance together awkwardly in their heavy armor, Brother Vordos grinning all the while.  Cicero's calling of the fight seems to favor Vordos at first, but as the evil one presses his attack on the Forinthian it soon becomes clear to the Counselor that he has no intention of throwing the fight as he'd agreed.I don't want to get Sir Alex killed, Cicero thinks to himself, imagining the potential repercussions, and grimly changes his inspiring announcements to favor the envoy.  By now both men are flecked with blood, cut in several places.  The ring of steel on steel raises the crowd to the heights of blood frenzy, and they shout and holler wildly, a sound like an extremely loud ocean.Finally Sir Alex wears his enemy down and sticks his blade solidly into Brother Vordos' side.  With a strangled cry, the follower of darkness falls to his knees, his axe tumbling to the ground beside him.  "I yield," he grimaces, holding his bleeding side.  His eyes narrow as he glares at Sir Alex.Sternly, Sir Alex stares back at Brother Vordos.  With a nod, Alex steps away from the Bleakist.  "Leave my sight," Sir Alex snaps at his vanquished foe as he cleans his blow. "The winner," calls Cicero from his booth, "Sir Alex Mayflower of Forinthia!"Next Time: Who knows?  We haven't played these guys again yet!  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />  We're all caught up for now; but eventually these guys will come out again, and you'll know about it when it happens!</blockquote>

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