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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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Waking up with a headache is one of the worst feelings..
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Day 3 of snow in eastern North Carolina. It brings me boundless joy
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its snowing in NC!!! :D
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Christmas is much less charming as an adult than as a child.

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Correct. You may not, I'm sorry.
As i stated earlier, I'll not be taking on any new players. I appreciate your interest though.
Dralith couldn't hide his frown nor his skepticism on the matter. Dunmer held their ancestors in the highest regard and he felt that she would be doing her ancestors a great insult if she herself would not wield the sword. "You're so quick to give away what is yours by right." He patted the hilts of his Akaviri Katanas. "And besides, you are more lacking in the equipment department than i." They all were. Battered, tired, some wounded, but all of them ill equipped. "This simply will not do. You cannot expect to face our enemy such as this. Come, we will tend to your wounds, fill your bellies, and refit with better equipment." With that he turned for the stairs, one hand resting on the hilt of a katana.
Dralith looked over the female Dunmer extending her hand to him. Her mannerisms did not match a native of Morrowind and her family sword was in a chest by a statue in Cyrodiil, she was an outlander. He put his personal gripes aside however and shook her hand. "Your family sword is not my priority but you shall have it. And you, Orsimer." Dralith turned to regard Karnog. "If it is glorious battle you seek then you shall have it. The Dremora soldiers of Oblivion are the most difficult foes I've ever faced but they can be killed. You will have the opportunity to face them. As well as the Mythic Dawn cult that worships them." He nodded his approval at the female Orsimer.

The blonde Imperial was an optimistic sort to say the least. Dralith concluded that he was the madman in disguise that would smile, laugh, and sing his way through Oblivion.
"Wether you believe it or not, Imperial.. matters not. Only that you accept my offer." he said as he matched the mans stare.
Dralith eyed the two Orsimer. They were quite sharp and not nearly as ignorant and dumb as most would think. The whole Orsimer race was smarter than any other would give them credit for. He stood from the wall and took a few steps forward though he kept his arms crossed. "I know not what you were imprisoned for or how long you've been locked up but things are taking a turn for the worse out there in the world." His tone turned from cheerful and mischievous to gravely serious. "For those of you who don't know, the Emperor is dead and all but one of his heirs slain. Gates to the plane of Oblivion have opened across Cyrodiil and the Daedra threaten to kill every last man, woman, and child on Tamriel." He let the words sink in for a moment. "I am one of the Blades. We're working to put an end to this invasion and you. Well… you all are my new recruits. That is if you are willing."

Dralith looked each one of them in the eye before continuing. "You all have a choice to make. Join me and help the Blades save Cyrodiil… or die here as your captors intended for you."
The Hero of Kvatch could not contain his amusement at the tooth fairy remark and chuckled. This Imperial was a bold one though his skill in battle was questionable. Dralith would not underestimate the man too much however, he was still alive after all. "Tooth fairy… hardly. Oh and don't you worry, you have indeed made an impression. I'll even go so far as to say you've impressed the only person in the crowd who's opinion mattered at that moment." Dralith maintained his leisurely posture against the wall and grinned. "Mine. And you'll discover my true identity soon enough. For now be content that I'm the sole person that prevented you from becoming pin cushions at the hands of the soldiers."
Dralith dismissed the guards standing watch at the gate to the Bloodworks and descended the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs into the works, he leaned against the wall. His two Akaviri Katanas hung on his left hip while an assortment of daggers adorned his right. As the baffled prisoners entered from the Arena he could plainly see the confusion, doubt, and hope written on their faces. More so confusion. A few of them exchanged words and concerns. Dralith Clapped his hands leisurely to get their attention.

"Good show. Well fought. The crowd sounded quite displeased that you're all still breathing." He chuckled and crossed his arms.
Yes
Your words were not in the form of a question, more like a statement. But very well, I Just didn't want anyone else to read them as i did and assume it was ok to kill each other.
The onlookers in the stands were conflicted, a mixture of boos, curses, cheers and hoozas. Some wanted to see the prisoners pay for their crimes with their lives while others simply enjoyed the fight. A fresh coat of yellow team blood now painted the sands on the arena floor, their bodies strewn about and lying where they were slain. Battered and wounded but still very much alive, the prisoners stood and looked to the crowd. For it was the crowd that would ultimately determine their fate.

"Ladies and gentlemen! What an unexpected surprise! The Yellow team gladiators have been completely annihilated by the prisoners!!" Cries of protest and cheers erupted from the crowd though the displeasure was evidently the stronger of the two. "What then shall we do? Have these criminals earned their freedom? Or despite their bravery, shall they meet the fate their crimes so justly call for?!?!" One man in the crowd, a Breton, stood.

"Let them live!!" he shouted. Another man next to him, an older Imperial, turned and punched him square in the jaw knocking the Breton unconscious.
"Kill the scum!!" The older man proclaimed. All around the crowd a chant began.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The people said over and over like a mantra.

Dralith stood from his seat, grabbing his Akaviri Katanas on placing them back on his belt before swiftly making his way to the announcer booth. Not but a moment passed after he'd gone, Imperial soldiers marched into the stands at the edge of the pit armed with bows. Shoulder to shoulder they covered the entire ring around the stands and stood ready, arrows knocked. As they drew their bows, Dralith reached the announcer and could be seen speaking with the man though they could not be heard.

"The people desire blood" the man said and crossed his arms. "Will you deny them their justice?"
"If it is blood they want it is blood they shall receive. Indeed, their own blood will stain their floors, their walls, and their streets if you do not allow me this." Said the Hero of Kvatch. "Look at the bigger picture. Let them be displeased for a day and they may yet live to see their children grow."
"And if they refuse? If they decide to use the opportunity to run away?"
"Then i shall kill them myself or have them sent right back to you." Dralith stated flatly.
The announcer sighed in resignation. "Your words are truth, Hero. You shall have what you seek."

"Ladies and gentlemen! there has been a slight change of plans! Prisoners, make your way back to the pits!" As the announcement finished, the whole of the arena crowd exploded with anger and protests. The people were outraged, how could they let these filth walk away after what they've done? they might never know.The soldiers around the stands lowered their bows. They whispered to each other, trying to discern why their hand had been stayed but none of them knew. Like good soldiers however, they followed orders and marched out of the arena.

Dralith watched until every soldier was out of the stands before leaving himself towards the prisoners side of the pits.
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