No one remembers what this place was before the sky vanished along with the sun and stars the elders insist remain just beyond the Ashen veil pervading the entirety of the known world’s horizon. When a troop of Auxiliaries in the service of the Empire of the Crimson Throne happened upon the place all that remained of it was an open courtyard caged in old world brick some fifty square yards across and twelve feet high, backed into a Southward mountain range with an open entrance to the North and what seemed to be an exit to the South. This exit was in reality a downward descent along steps of old world cement into a natural cave system, carved out and supported with further brick to create spaces no larger than what might have once passed for a walk-in closet which, at its lowest point, led to a natural spring pouring forth from the mountain above. Perhaps it had once stored wine, or some other ancient contrivance or luxury. Maybe it had been constructed for the express purpose it would find itself relegated to by the people of the Empire whom had found it lying in repose amongst the sands.
No Wizard has ever traveled here, and if any elder had an inkling as to the origination of this place they didn’t come forth to produce it. Purchased from the State some thirty years before the current date by an Imperial by the name of Valen ou Gregorian it was cleaned up, strengthened with the addition of mud bricks and scavenged old world structural additions, primarily rusted junk but better than nothing and cheaper than proper building materials, and a retinue of professional staff was dispatched to the site. A foreign born warrior here, a former Auxiliary there, a smith and a tailor, all under contract to do one thing. It wasn’t long before they came. Dirty, bloody, beaten, still they came. People from all walks of life, former slaves, for the owner does not permit currently owned people to join the camp, scavengers, warriors and professional soldiers alike, all drawn to the same desire as all the rest had been. There was more leather and bronze to be won in the arenas of the Empire than there would ever be in fighting over the last of the scraps in the Wastes which had been their lifeblood regardless of class or social standing, and if you were going to compete in the arena you needed a benefactor.
The peoples of the Empire of the Crimson Throne are notoriously fickle, outward appearance centric and afflicted with the same sickness of the mind the rest of the species are prone to, that of bloodshed. The less purpose and reason for that bloodshed, and the grander the show in the spilling of it all the better, all the more valuable, all the more satisfying to their vicarious appetite. And so they came, and in droves, all for the promise of a chance at glory and wealth to be found in the killing field. This has not changed in the thirty years since the opening of the camp, and though the faces have all come and gone save for old man Valen who hasn’t made an appearance at the camp proper in several years leaving the affairs to the staff, himself happy to simply accept his cut as primary investor and enjoy his easy retirement in the capital, the purpose of the camp remains the same. Take the forgotten and the desperate, the proud and the meek alike, and forge them in the fires of combat into new beings whose singular goal from many become one; from blood and sand be reborn, become the bringers of death.
The year is 99SIO, ninety nine years since the Imperially accepted date of the end of the old world and the beginning of the new, and preparations throughout the Wastes for the Dying Season, the wizards call the season Autumn, have begun in earnest. The Growing Season has come to a close, and those far from home have turned towards the nearest settlements that will house them until the middle of the growing season some six months from now, making haste to sell the profits of their summertime raiding and getting ready to tuck themselves away in the safest watering holes that will have them until the weather permits for them to do it all over again. At Australos the first of the year’s recruits will soon begin to arrive, be they displaced refugees whose homes were burned and holds seized during the perpetual war of the warmer seasons, or those who had naively believed their own raiding parties would bring in a greater haul than was realistic to expect who now find themselves in need of a way out. The specifics don’t matter here. If the resident Doctora accepts you as an addition to the camp and you pledge your sacramenta to the school then here your old life will burn away and your new life will begin.
This camp does not train warfighters, assassins, strategists, nor support staff. If you’ve come looking for someone to teach you the best way to defeat your enemies in open warfare and revenge yourself upon those who have wronged you and your people through mischief, trickery and grand plots enacted on an epic scale you have come to the wrong place. Unless an Imperial Warrant seeks who you once were out and finds you at the camp whoever you used to be is no longer relevant, not here. The Empire and her legions may have killed your family and sold you to the camp, the fighter in the room next to yours may belong to a tribe who your people have warred against for a hundred years. You may have been a cannibal, a barbarian, a revolutionary or a law abiding, tax paying Imperial subject. Those people are dead, forged in flames and reborn through Austara to new life and new purpose. This camp trains bringers of death upon the sands of the arena, champions whose sole purpose is to fight well, kill well, and die well in fair combat in the ring for the amusement of the crowd, for glory, for wealth, and for the honor of camp Australos.
If you read nothing else from this text wall read this part: Rule Number One: Be Cool Like The Fonz. This is a heavily Arena affiliated Casual roleplay set in the Sky Is Over Setting whose lore will be scattered about the place and will probably be more easily found after some revision of the OOC on my part. The setting doesn’t have to be read whatsoever to follow along with the roleplay, so long as you are aware that the world ended a hundred or so years ago, all the trees in a large geographical region known as the Wastes which is where we are all burned away at that time, and an apparently worldwide cloud of ash has blocked out the sun because of the massive forest fires, the problem being it still hasn’t gone away. Weapons are mostly made out of bronze, there is no such thing as wood or trees, and snakes, reptiles, and insects are the primary food sources as well as clothing/armor options when combined with old world junk or bronze scales/plates. Besides humans the only predators we share the world with are cave lions (mountain lions/pumas) and if you listen to the superstitious the Outsiders, vague creatures who may or may not be real but are talked about a lot.
The narrative itself focuses on the relationship between the Doctora, or Professor/Instructor of a gladiatorial school and the various NPCs and, most importantly, the player characters (namely Silver Carrot’s lovely Rags though if this is fun and enjoyable I would be happy to keep it going and bring in more people in the future) as students at the camp. As of right now I’m not putting out any set rules or character sheet formats as I’m not actively recruiting until I have a better grasp of what this is going to become in the future, but the primary goal is to have a fun narrative and to in slightly meta ways do some basic instruction in fight theory/combat roleplay etiquette while having a good time casually roleplaying in a more general sense. I expect the flow of the roleplay to focus primarily on the development of both player and character into an arena competitor through both mock battle and thoughts on fight theory as a general concept, with the occasional foray into soft-combat and as much general character development and decision making as seems appropriate given the eventually accepted flow of the story into the future. It could last a week or for years depending on the level of interest on the part of myself, Silver Carrot and potential recruits in the future.
So if you are a casual roleplayer who has been curious about the arena section for a while but hasn’t wanted to make the full plunge into it without an easier stepping stone into the format in the form of a half casual/half arena story to get into first let me know here or via PM and I’ll talk it over with Silver Carrot. Silver is my primary concern at the moment as we’ve already mutually agreed to this narrative but I have been talking with @Doc Doctor for a year now as to how it might go over trying to get some roleplayers from the Casual section involved, or at least curious, about the Arena section so if this drums up interest on that front I would certainly be willing to work something out with you be it separate from this thread here with Silver or, if it was mutually agreed upon, in this same shared narrative at Australos. If it goes really well I would be more than willing to ask some of our illustrious Arena champions to drop in for a week or so and do lessons of their own, share some of the knowledge acquired over years of consistent practice in the format.
Devlin is just some guy working for the camp as private security. He's watching the road leading up to the camp, and notices some soldiers approaching so he alerts the boss, who in surprise accidentally ruins the painting she was working on. When the troops show up one of them makes an offhanded comment towards Devlin to which he insults the offending party, before the boss asks the troopers what they're doing here. I wanted to give you a chance to explore Rags feelings on all of this as she's being hauled off towards the camp and if you wanted fill in her views on the troops escorting her, who may or may not be the same as captured her and killed her people in the first place, before just assuming that she (Rags) is just in the camp as a student. If you want you could just skip to that point with your post, of course.
@Silver Carrot Post is up. If you're enjoying the dialogue and want to roleplay out the meal then by all means, I'd be happy to. If the dialogue is getting in the way of fighting though feel free to time skip to the mock combat or let me know where you want to pick it up, I'm good either way. So far as the mock fight with the student I can swap in Aibhilin if you'd rather, I only threw in a student because it seemed more lore appropriate but isn't necessary by any means, and take it however you want. For the purpose of the narrative Rags could win, lose, some of both, doesn't matter, and from an Arena/Fight Theory perspective I'm just going to introduce the basic idea that a student would realistically have, so it's meant more as educational fun then anything competitive at all with the fallback of it not mattering to the narrative whether or not she wins or loses. Basically just trying to keep it all cool as a cucumber and stress free.
EDIT: If however you want to win feel free to go at it with everything you got, and we can do it that way. Whatever you want to do with it.
No, this is fine, and I'll play it by ear whether Rags wins or loses, though she won't go down easy in two seconds. I do want the fight, win oor lose, to showcase that Rags has promise.
No problem! I'll post later today. Also by having the small one offer her food with a smile, she is going to smile back, and obviously they're now going to be the ones who beat each other. Besides, Rags will pick the smallest of them given the choice.
@Silver Carrot It's totally whatever you want to do. Time skip to the fight if you'd like, or take the bowl and find somewhere to eat if you're interested in exploring Rags feelings on the camp and it's occupants further. The students probably wouldn't talk to you, or eat with you until Rags is accepted, but there's plenty of material there to work with in developing her understanding and view of Australos, or if you want to skip to the fight Rags would be given a practice blade and her choice of the three opponents.
@Silver Carrot Oops, sorry, forgot to tag you earlier again. Post's up, and you're doing great. I can find and post a picture of an armlock from guard (what Aighrit would attempt to do if he got his legs locked around Rag's waist and she threw a left handed punch at him while he was on his back) if you want some visual clarity.
