Khaisan wondered what tests would they perform on the contestants. If they had an intelligence test, more than half of them would fail, judging by their looks.

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I was cured all right.

[^nice one]

Denaris sat in a corner, by all appearances more interested in a microscopic smudge of dirt on his fingernails than in the contest. In reality, he had his full attention directed at the arena, watching it from the corner of his eye. He noted Ava's confidence and inwardly smirked. That confidence would either be her salvation... or her downfall.

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(*still waiting...*)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

[you know, you've had a million chances to randomly enter instead of Curunir telling you what to do]

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(So it seems, but now I will put this thing underway)

All of the contestants were now gathered at the arena and they stood in a line as the spokesman stood before them, the caretakers had occupied one balcony that was meant for the nobles. They seemed to keep constantly whispering to each others and some of them left, Zelkhar smiled knowing that they would go to the vaults where he had someone waiting for them....

Meanwhile the spokesman began his speech and finally came to the rules of combat.

"You may choose any weapon of your choice, spells are allowed, leaving the arena floor will lead to a disqualification and no killing is allowed! We have had few unfortunate cases yet the man objective is to disarm or knockout your foe. Choose your weapons and assemble to your places, this will not be about duels, but everyone is on the arena at the same time...."

The spokesman left as weapon carts were brought to the arena, some whom didn`t seemingly have enough weapons took some and all the contestants were assembled in a ring facing inwards. The fight would start as soon as the signal came, at first there was a slight whisper into crowd that brokeout into cheers as the horn was blown and the competitors engaged each others in combat.

"Interesting..."

Zelkhar muttered.

"The caretakers apparently changed the rules to the combat, I guess they are hoping some sort of alliances against the thus far best contestants by the weaker ones..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Khaisan smiled inwardly. No killings He knew that the tigerman would order him and Naushida to feast on their blood once this was over. Judging from the looks of the contestants, Khaisan concluded that they wanted more than just disarm or knock out their opponents. He glanced at Naushida, who had a similar smile on her face.

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I was cured all right.

(Not really.... My character was set a job.... An' she's gonna do it...... It's not like she can just walk away from it......)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

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resistance is futile...
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Ava grinned as it was announced to choose their weapons. Most of the contestants hurried over to the weapons to choose the biggest thing they could find. Ava needed no weapon, she was a shadow demon, what more did she need.

So instead of getting herself ready, she busied herself with looking at her nails, and tying back her long silver hair.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

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resistance is futile...
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Khaisan noticed that Ava decided not to take up a weapon. He wondered what she was going to do. Use magic and knock all of them out? That did seem to most probable choice.

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I was cured all right.

OoC.Name: Abbas Muhammad

age: 237

race: undead skeleton

abilities: endurance, ability to summon an undead horse at will, agility, and a sharp mind. ageless due to curse.

History: The Man known as Abbas Muhammad was the chief of a minor nomadic tribe (think Bedouin). He managed a raid on a large city, and slaughtered many inhabitants, but one, an old enchantress, cursed him, turning him into an undead being and slaying his tribe with a plague. He wandered the Earth for many years, and has become an acquaintance with (Curunir's charry name) and is following him to the lake.

appearance: An old skeleton covered in a turban and heavy robes that are tattered from years of desert wandering. his eyes glow yellow and he can use them to entice the weakminded to serve him.

weapons: scimitar, recurve bow, and his skeletal steed.

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resistance is futile...
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resistance is futile...
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*bump again*

[I PMed her]

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