Spiritzer

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

I'll get to your character tomorrow. @Cyrania

Gonna sleep now. @Spiffy

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

That's the spirit! @Shard

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

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Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

Post your character here (not in the character's tab) if you'd like and sure, I'll let you know if it is accepted! :). This roleplay is going through some changes right now so you might have to wait awhile as things settle down before you get a reply, also there are others who posted before you and as this is a small group roleplay - do know that you might not get a spot so soon.@Shard

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

@Spiffy

Outside The Arena, Alvion

But unlike Cicero had hoped, the axe did not glance off the top of his helmet. It was thrown with such force and speed that the blade dug into the metal before he could deflect it, but fortunately it stopped just shy of his head within. The edge would softly prod at his scalp within, now severely blunted by his armor, the rest of the weapon stuck out like a sore thumb from his helmet.

However, the knight's quick thinking and subtle movements gave him opportunity to counterattack the barbarian's approach. Forcing Rakkath to reangle himself to avoid narrowly scraping the blade meant for his heart, leading to his axe missing the target and glancing off the reinforced part of cicero's armor and throwing him behind the knight.

But the barbarian was quick on his feet, sliding a single yard before he touched the ground to achor a turn. Now, his opponent had his back turned towards Rakkath. He raised his axe once more, now seeking to plant it into his enemy's back. There was no honor in a fight, Rakkath sought every opportunity he had ---

"HALT!!"

A stern shout from the side came just as Cicero was readying himself for the attack, followed by a rain of three arrows that smashed in between the two contenders. One even driving itself into Rakkath's hand axe, causing the barbarian to flinch.

"Cease now or be executed!" Several spears were quickly placed across the necks of both offenders, more on Rakkath than Cicero. Held by five city guards, three archers readying another volley behind then to fire at any sudden movement.

"There WILL be NO duels OUTSIDE the arena!" It was hard to tell which one of them yelled it, they wore helmets that hid their features. Perhaps that was the whole point.

"And certainly NONE at this hour!" Indeed, it wasn't even opening hours for the arena yet. They haven't even registered at the entrance. What momentary madness took over them?

Rakkath relented, if he moved another inch then he had no doubt they would run him through. He cursed in his tongue and backed away from Cicero and the guard's weapons, glaring at the knight before heading up towards the actual arena. Too many city men now. No doubt he will not forget this.

It was then that Cicero heard a familiar laughing.

"Good, good. You will be perfect for this."

But no one else seemed to hear it.

What will Cicero do?

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

Hey give me a pm on what your idea was, I think I have an excellent way to bring your characters to meet.

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

@Spiffy@Roughdragon1

Outside The Arena, Alvion

Raged swelled red through Rakkath's face with every word shoved out through Cicero's helmet, he never liked these city types anyway to start with. The dark hooded man already strained his hold of his temper, if not for the promise of 10,000 gold he would have long landed an axe in his chest. Now, he would just have to vent on this armored fool!

Quickly and with well-trained movements, the savage pulled a throwing axe from his belt and hurled it at Cicero. It soared through the air at uncanny speeds belying the force it was thrown with, sailing straight towards the slots the knight looked through in his visor. Rakkath knew the steel was weaker there.

Then, giving Cicero no time for quarter, the barbarian unhooked a larger axe with a broader blade from the back of his belt while bounding two strides forward next to his enemy - bellowing a warcry as he did so, all to bring it's sharp edge into the exposed joints on his right with all the fury he could bear.

The vulgar Rakkath was no stranger to the tools used by city men, the metal suits they wore did not make them any stronger inside.

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

Heheh. Someone had to. I'll continue tomorrow, keep an eye out for my reply then.

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

There we go! I might post another tomorrow instead of tonight, it's late here. I'd like to wait for our wizard to say something before I bring you two closer, if not, I'll bring in my character next (though he will more or less not play a vital role in this part of the story, yet).

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

@Spiffy@Roughdragon1

Outside The Arena, Alvion

Rakkath was already halfway up the steps leading to the coliseum when he was shot a question. The half naked barbarian turned sideways eyeing the metal clad knight for a moment, thoughts swirling through his head. He HATED questions. So he spat hatefully into the ground at his feet, dribble still clinging to bits of his frazzled beard like cobwebs on a curtain.

"I work for NO ONE!"

He said almost threateningly, with his hand sliding ever closer to the axe at his hip. Rakkath would not mind taking out this armored talker right here, right now. It would stop the gums from flapping, at least. He bet that it was all squishy and brittle behind that metal casing.

"Rakkath will enjoy uncanning you!"

The barbarian slid his thumb over his own throat. All it would take for him to make his move is one more word from the knight. One. More. Word.

Would Cicero continue antagonizing this contender? Or would he take the high road?