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7 yrs ago
Current Latin hasnt been updated or even patched in YEARS! the developers are really slacking.. at least there's no loot boxes though.
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7 yrs ago
Waking up with a headache is one of the worst feelings..
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7 yrs ago
Day 3 of snow in eastern North Carolina. It brings me boundless joy
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7 yrs ago
its snowing in NC!!! :D
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7 yrs ago
Christmas is much less charming as an adult than as a child.

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I still can't see the image. It might be my own laptop/ internet though. Good, you're accepted.
Hmm.. Cheydinhal… its going to be a bit of a challenge for the Hero to stay your execution and the Arena executions at the same time..
User, modify your history slightly. The only person present when the Emperor was killed was the Hero of Kvatch. And i cannot see your picture o.0 fix those and you'll be right as rain mate. And Sin, you're accepted.

I'm pleased with all of the characters so far :) however i'll not be taking anymore on as we're quite full. The last spot is reserved.
Rylan lifted his head as he felt the pat on the back and heard the other guy. "Eat up guy, meals on me." He blinked in response as the other, named Leon, walked back to his own seat. The waiter smiled and gave Rylan a thumbs up when he turned to regard the man. Kindness… something he wasn't used to and yet he felt that the majority of the other students would show him nothing but. That is until they witnessed him lose his cool and control. 'Kiss all that kindness goodbye' he thought to himself as he ran the scenario in his mind. 'They'd go from buying me meals to shunning me.' Despite his own doubts and worries, Rylan managed a smile of his own. Maybe things would be different. Maybe… just maybe he might make some friends here. The girl in their group made a comment about Leon making a move on him and that brought a chuckle, ever so slightly from the red haired boy.

A few minutes went by and the waiter brought him his meal. A meat he'd not seen and some vegetables with a side of soup. Rylan bowed his head to give silent thanks to Leon. This meal would not be taken for granted. He grabbed his fork and dug into the meat first, savoring its flavor. Whatever it was it sure was delicious!! Tender and juicy, Rylan couldn't remember the last time he'd had food like this! Though he savored and enjoyed every last bit of the meat, he quickly transitioned to the vegetables, and finally the soup. Plate emptied and stomach full, Rylan reclined on his stool with a hand over his stomach. 'That was amazing. I wonder if any other place around here makes food of this quality.' He patted his stomach and stood, offering the waiter and the cook a smile and a thumbs up. Rylan cleared his throat and took a deep breath to compose himself before walking over to the trio, Leon specifically. "Hey.. uh… thanks.. for the meal, you know?"
Bwahaha!! the time has come my would be heroes for you to fight… or die. On the Sands. It is a free for all but the Yellow Team is only targeting you. Pick your fights wisely. The 13 that i did not describe i leave to you, The Nord however will be quite difficult in single combat. Heinrich that was also your characters entrance.
As the condemned mingle, bicker and argue, the distinct sound of an opening gate could be heard above all else. Daylight poured forth from the stairs, the way to the Arena was open and beckoned as if death itself held his arms wide to embrace them. Tentatively the prisoners made their way to the stairs with what weapons they found. Crude things, quality steel not to be wasted on those already proclaimed dead. The daylight was blinding to their eyes having been adjusted to the dark depths of the dungeons and the pit. Each step felt like an eternity as they ascended. Once through the doorway they found themselves standing on the blood stained sand of the Arena floor and all around them in the stands stood citizens of the Imperial City.

"LAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! WELCOME.. TO THE ARENA!!!" the announcer shouted. "Today we have a special occasion. Look now to the sands and behold the vilest of criminals from across Cyrodiil!!" the masses shouted, cursed and berated the prisoners. Some even being so bold as to throw food and rocks their way.
"Good people, do not let their foul appearance dissuade you from your entertainment!! For it is on these sands that these wretched souls will breathe their last breath and trouble the Empire no more!! I present to you, the YELLOW TEAM!!!" The whole of the arena stood and cheered, whistling, hooting and clapping as the gate on the opposite end rose and out came the Gladiators of Yellow Team. Fourteen in all of various races wielding weapons of much higher quality than the shoddy iron provided for the prisoners. One man exited behind the gladiators, a blonde headed Imperial wearing the rags of a prisoner.

The Yellow gladiators all raised their weapons high and soaked in the cheers. One stepped forward, a large Nord wielding a Dwarven Claymore. "People of the Imperial City! Do you seek entertainment!? Do you seek blood?! Do.. you.. seek… JUSTICE?!?!" The crowd roared with every word. "Then you shall have it all!" Further cheer erupted form the crowd as the gladiators faced the prisoners and readied their weapons, two spell casters could be seen readying destructive magic and an archer knocked an arrow to his bow aimed for the large male Orc.

"LET THE BLOODLETTING, BEGIN!!" the yellow team charged and the archer let fly his arrow.

Through it all, Dralith Da'seloth watched from the stands but remained silent. He sat leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped before him. His two Akaviri Katanas were sheathed and within arms reach leaning against the balcony rail. Jauffre and Martin had been skeptical about this and outright disapproved but he knew better. Some of the most able bodied men and women could be found in a dungeon. Dralith himself was proof of this. The hero of Kvatch would sit and wait for the battle to unfold. If they died then so be it but if they managed to survive this ordeal.. perhaps they could be convinced to join the cause.
Very well. Also, Alice, i noticed upon further inspection that your minor skills say "Its not her thing" :P your minor skills are still things you're good at, just not as good as your major skills.
Technically no but for the sake of simplicity by all means.
All three accepted. Its been a really long day for me so for now I'm going to rest. Tomorrow i'll update the character list and advance the plot in the Arena xP i notice tension is growing and more than a few are itching for a fight.
Yes indeed! the more the merrier. And Alice, you're accepted but you'll have to forego the pointy ears or change race to one of the elves. I'm not saying find a new picture :P just state that the ears are meant to be normal.
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