Deathspell Arena

Zhu Bajie

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Sufferin has entered the arena.
Abdul has entered the arena.


A swirling black vortex dissipates. Rows of empty seats surround the circular arena. The hall is eerily silent. In the centre of the chamber appear to stand 3 large roughly cut sculptures, each depicting a grimacing face of some long dead god or hero, their identities, like so much else, now lost to the mists of time.
 

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Suferin: (looking around) I was expecting it to be a bit livelier than this... and who is in charge of the interior decoration?"
 

Asslessman

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Humpf... is it THAT hard to carve a frigging face correctly... Couldn't they at least ad some horns and more skulls on those... grumble grumble
 

Zhu Bajie

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Sufferin rushes forward... suddenly the floor in front of him crumbles away to reveal a deadly spike trap! Sufferin leaps back with elven agility just in time.
Abdul cautiously moves into the arena.

A small crowd of robed figures has entered the seating area around the arena towards the north, they seem to be speaking in hushed tones and gesticulating in some arcane sign language.

[OOC - people watching the thread may 'play' a member the crowd if they wish - write heckles, cheers, place bets, etc.]
 

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Abdul notices people some people entering the north gate. He gives them the nice guy pose (gives a finger to any elf).
 

Zhu Bajie

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Sufferin sidesteps around the pit, drawing his bow lets loose an arrow between the pillars
Abdul cautiously steps to the left, an arrow flies past his right shoulder and clatters to the floor.

Zardork has entered the viewing area. The robed figures huddle together and mutter something about "letting riff-raff in". A small party of goblins enter carrying large, ornate mugs of stinking ale "Oi ladz, it's started. Av we missed anyfink?" quickly followed by shouts of "Oi! PONCE!" and "Kill da Stunty".
 

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Suferin: Ugh, I only missed him because he is so short... (frowns disapprovingly at the uncouth goblins but is impressed with the orc's sense of style).
 

Zhu Bajie

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Sufferin runs around the crude statue.
Abdul runs straight forward.

Mike Godwin has entered the viewing area. The party of goblins start jeering and making stiff-armed salutes in his general direction. The robed figures begin a low chant, pointing at the crude statues.
 

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Abdul : Will ya shut that crap hole of a mouth you bunch of weirdos ? Who wears robes apart from sexeh princesses and drunk monks anyway ? Show us yer faces !

Mike, I heard them say you and Zardok do it doggie style !

(to himself : God Damnit, Nazi elves, weird cultists, moustached orks and now creepy statues, don't they know how hard it is to be the only dwarf inthe village...)
 

Zhu Bajie

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Sufferin shoots an arrow into the audience. As the arrow meets the edge of the arena it bursts into flame, leaving a small line of ash on the floor.
Abdul edges around the crude statue.

The Goblins seem to be excited about the idea of hot dogs, and chuff off looking for a refreshment stand. The robed figures continue chanting "Klaatu. Barada. Nikto" over and over again, pointing at the crude statues.
 

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Suferin: Klaatu. Barada. Nikto...? It sounds familiar. Didn't the priestess Helena use that phrase to deactivate the iron golem?
 

Zhu Bajie

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Sufferin heads to the chest. It bursts open in a shower of splinters, revealing a rapier, which seemingly of its own accord leaps into Sufferins hand. Whips in front of him and exclaims "AHLARM M'QIL"!

Abdul heads to the chest. It bursts open in a shower of splinters, revealing a short sword, which seemingly possessed by a will of its own leaps into Abduls hand, who hold aloft the sword and shouts "EZHH-HOA" - flames leap along the edge of the blade.


The robed figures busy themselves with some ancient tomes and small pieces of bone, occasionally waving their hands and pointing into the arena. Suddenly they stop, and start chanting in a low hum. A large merchant enters, his entourage of slaves spreading out rugs upon which lay numerous scantily clad youths, who seem to take more interest in preening themselves than the activity in the arena.
 

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