Deathspell Arena

Zhu Bajie

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The robed figures sit and begin a low humming.

The turbaned merchant lays back on his couch, as exotic fruits are dropped into his mouth by a nubile slave. His entourage seem to be busy creating their own amusements,
 

Asslessman

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ABDUL : You happy you bolchevik sea faggot ? Found yourself a long pointy rod to play with ? We'll see if you like it hot !
 
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Suferin: What a distasteful little troll. I shall feel no remorse whatsoever in putting an arrow through that foul tongue of yours...
 

Zhu Bajie

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Sufferin raises his bow and lets fly an arrow, it hums past Abduls ear and clatters to the floor in the distance.

Abdul creeps around the corner, unphased by the missile attack.

The robed figures continue their monotonous humming. The merchant raises an eyebrow at the arrow-shot, and rubs his hands together, the slave-girl swaps her fruit-bowl for a long scroll of numbers, which he peers at with great interest.
 

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ABDUL : (not even noticing the arrow passing by above his head) I have like forever ! You anarcho-socialist Sea C**t ! None can catch the great Abdul Eisenstein ! Some try, OH they sure do, but Abdul only gets physical when he means to !
 

Zhu Bajie

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Sufferin dashes across the arena, losing another arrow towards the dwarf, suddenly the floor beneath him crumbles away, and he just manages to leap to safety.
Abdul charges forwards, runs straight into an arrow, which thuds into his left arm, making a bloody mess but doing no real damage, having built up momentum, Abdul continues charging forwards, just skidding to a stop.

The robed figures do an improptu "Lustrian Wave" at the sight of blood, and the merchants party laughs and applauds.
 

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ABDUL : That stung like a fascist handicaped baby bee sting you marine elf whore ! Now just cut it will ya ! Come at me for some Kebab time !
 

Asslessman

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ABDUL : (SNAPS) ...g...g...go...gob WHAT ? oh now you have nowhere else to run, you try foul language huh ? you flipping miserable piece of hellish thuna shit, how could you know ?...
 

Zhu Bajie

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Sufferin charges towards his fow swinging He swings once! Deflected by Abduls firey sword.
Abdul raises his sword and slashes down, parried by Sufferins quick steel sparks of dark fire sizzle and leap from the clashing blades. Abdul strikes again, and hits into Sufferin's left arm. Sufferin falls back clutching at his burning wound, faints to the floor.

Abdul is the Current Champion.

The crowd cheers.
A bell tolls.
Time... slows...
 

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Asslessman

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ABDUL : "Not sure if I understood what that meant but I'm pretty sure it was mean towards the dwarf race ! CHALLENGE ACCEPTED !"
 

Zhu Bajie

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OK then... If anyone wants to join in, please roll up a 1st Edition Warhammer Fantasy Battle Character and drop me a PM with their stats and equipment or update me with the situation of their existing character. New characters will enter the arena by the doorways. There is no limit (except my sanity) on how many characters can be in the arena. A really badly written draft of the "rules" can be downloaded here



Abdul has entered the arena.

There is a large shard of black-green crystalline material in the centre of the arena, it appears to be swallowing light from the surrounding area, giving it an eldritch green haze.
 

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Suferin:: There are many wrongs that must be put to right... months have I roamed, destitute and useless, my withered arm flapping at my side, shattered with a wound that no mortal medicine can heal. But maybe... the arena took my arm, perhaps it can give it back!

I shall take up the challenge once more, for I have nothing left to lose but my life!
 

Zhu Bajie

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Suferin: has entered the arena.

No crowds clamour, only the dull void of silence hangs in the arena air.
 

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