<Chrono Trigger: A Past To Remember>

OOC: I don't like imps, that's why....and though the Event system is not complusory, I still do it anyway.....so long as it is nothing rediculous.

IC: Christiane brought the soldier to Emilia for medical treatment, and after seeing that Brumak and a mysterious, scythe wielding soldier defeated the giant imp, saw that the Mayor wanted to see the various supporting troops. Christiane however decided to help Emilia with whatever treatment she needed for her patients.
 
Porre-The Mayor's House

Never walked to the station where soldiers were being treated. He saw the same woman he had followed before caring for the injured. Saying nothing he observed the injured soldiers on the ground. Some were moaning in pain, others knocked out cold. Some of the soldiers coming from the camp looked at him with confusing stares. The sky was almost dark and clouds we're gathering. It was going to snow soon....
"Cheep!" went the mouse meaning something like:What now?
"I dont know Cheep." said Never "should we follow the soldiers?"
The Mayor had a crowd of soldiers gathered around him. "All supporting troops!" went a voice from the crowd.
Never hurried over to the crowd but couldn't see over the heads of the other taller soldiers. The giant man who fought the imp from earlier stood nearby. He had an intimidating look about him. "Excuse me!" Never said tugging on the mans belt(It was as high as he could reach). "Would you mind lifting me?"
The big man without saying a word opened his hand and Never climbed on. The giant raised his hand just enough so that Never could see. "Thanks." said Never.
The mouse Cheep had climbed out onto Never's shoulder to watch the new commotion. He had a nut in had which he chewed with pride. Together they all watched the commotion going on.
 
Luca sighed deeply as he wiped the blood off his hands with a small towel that had previously been white. It wasn't how he had planned on supporting the Guardian and Porran troops. Repairing armor? Sure. Crafting weapons? Absolutely. Hell, he'd have even picked up a sword and joined in the fray if need be. But a medic, he was not.

Still, he seemed to have done a passable job, as Emilia, whom he could obviously tell was a real medic and good at her job, hadn't told him he was terrible at it.

"All supporting troops!"

Luca heard the collective call coming from the direction of where the Mayor had escaped. Tossing aside the towel, he made his way over, curious as to what the Mayor had to say.
 
OOC: Oliver, the big guy is my character (even tho he is secondary), so all interactions with him will be responded through me. Just so you know in the future as taking control of someone else's character is god modding.

The imp fell incredibly fast. So fast that Brumak wasn't entirely sure as to what had happened. He had parried an overhead swing from the imp with Sima and was about to swing the blade witha low horizontal slash at the imp's waist, but in an instant, a black shadow flew from the middle of nowhere and the imp dropped dead. Brumak froze in mid strike at the odd event before lowereing his sword. A hooded figure tugged down on his hood caught Brumak's attention and he knew that this man did something. His eyes squinted in suspicion, but it didn't matter now. Brumak was about to head over to Emilia when a slight tug at his belt stopped him.

"Would you mind lifting me?"

A small kid pulled on his belt and requested that he lift him. He held a sword which meant he was a warrior.


Odd... what warrior will ask another to help him?

Brumak pondered on this thought for a second before lifting him. Emilia usually occupied this position, but from what he could see, she was quite busy with fixing up people. As called, Brumak, with the young kid, moved towards where the soldiers hailed all troops to gather

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Blood was beginning to dye the pavement red where Emilia had decided to set up her aid station, but Emilia was a professional and was good at her job. She specifically picked this place for a few reasons. Besides having a sturdy cover and was near the fighting, it had cobble stone paving and had a slope that slanted away from the wall. This meant that all blood flowed down the small gaps between the cobbles like canals and did not pool up. By the time Luca and Christiane had brought back some wounded, Emilia had worked through 5 patients already. Most were straight forward sword wounds, but the more nasty broken bones, poisoned and amputation patients were more time consuming. Luca appeared to have some medical ability which was good. He could tend to those that did not require indepth attention while she helped those that did. By now, most were tended to by other doctors from town. Last on her list that she deemed that SHE had to see to herself was a foot soldier. This poor boy, who looked less than 20, had it bad. Through Ansehan, Emilia grimaced as she scanned the boys body.

Three broken ribs.... one which punctured right lung.... totally crushed left arm from shoulder down... arrow puncture to stomach...with poison tip....Tch... this will be hard...

Emilia took a deep breath and cut off everything from her mind. The noise of cheering and celebrating turned to dull muffles. With her mind cleared, Emilia went straight to work.

The small wounds were negligible. Should they become infected later, they can be treated. His life was more important. First things first was the poison. It was very recogniseable as a natural venom from the common Tria plant. It numbed the nervous system and ate away at the blood vessels.

Spritze.

A golden light shone around Emilia's pointer finger and elongated into a long, thin point. Through Ansehan, Emilia the bulk of the poison to a single point before slipping the energy needle into the middle of the gathered poison. A second later, along the golden length, inside, a brown liquid slid up the needle as if being sucked. Through her eyes, Emilia continued until she saw that only trace amount remained. It was good enough. An antidote would fix that. With one hand, Emilia opened a small vial and disposed of the poison into the vial before sealing it.

Next... is the lungs...

Open chest surgery was required for this. She had to simulateously extract the bone while sealing the wound and knit the bones back together. Dispelling the Spritze needle, Emilia summoned a Geisterskalpell in its place, using it to open the right side of his chest. Emilia was relieved when she saw that only one of the ribs was broken. The other two were mere fractures. With her left hand, Emilia placed a finger on both ribs and allowed her energy to begin healing the cracked ribs. Her right hand was devoted to the puncture. Using her thumb and pointer, she gripped the rib while her other fingers touched the organ. With deliberate slowness, Emilia began extracting the bone. The organ began glowing with energy as Emilia began healing the puncture wound as it was extracted. Working through five seriously wounded patients was beginning to show as it took a fair amount of her energy to heal the lung. What was 5 seconds felt like eternity before the bone came free and the wound closed behind it. The other ribs were healed and Emilia allowed herself a single second of respite for breathing before diving back in. Knitting the bones back together, Emilia performed Naht, along the surgery cut, closing the wound. By now, Emilia was certain that the boy will survive.

Good. All that was left is the arrow wound and...the amputation.

As much as she hated it. There was no way in which the hand could be healed. The arm had been hit so badly that bone fragments had cut blood vessels and smashed to pieces so small that it would require a team of fresh medics to operate on. Not even Die Heilung der Beruhrung, Emilia's trump spell could do anything. Emilia was just not able to and the arm could not wait for one. It would rot before the team was halfway here.

You there! Yes you soldier. You know how to deal with an arrow wound? Good. You take this arrow out.

The knight was taken aback for a second and was about to argue that as a knight, he was above such task, but the ferocity of the medics eyes sealed his mouth before he bent down to the young soldiers stomach. Emilia once again concentrated her energy and using Verbannen, halted all blood flow from the left shoudler down with an energy wall. Right hand sustaining the wall, her left hand formed another Geisterskalpell, this one much larger, specially used for amputation. With a blade a micron thick, Emilia began a steady but through the arm, numbed by the energy. Sweat began to form on her eyebrow as Emilia felt her energy tank running low.

One second, two second, three second, four....done.

The left arm slipped clean of the body and blood began to pool out. For the final push, Emilia performed an enlarged Naht, sealing all the blood vessel and bones and hastened sking groth to cover the wound.

Sit...him up. We need to bandage him.

Wordlessly, the knight propped the soldier up and bandaged both the arrow wound and the arm.

Its done.

Good. Get him...to a proper station.

It was a dismiss and as Emilia watched the knight and another lift the boy onto the stretcher, Emilia stumbled out of the yard, watching the troops gather in front of a house before collapsing to the ground and resting against the wall of the garden.

God... won't be able to hear a damn thing from here....


 
After Christiane saw the young medic perform meraculously on her patients, she saw her collapse against the wall of the garden. Christiane was awed by the young medic's skill and said to her, "You did all right Emilia. Rest, I'll bring the news to you." She said this despite her stoic nature.

Christiane then made her way over to the Mayor's house next to Lucas, she was curious as to what the Mayor has to say, though she assumed is giving thanks and preparing for war against the beasts. Still, it was worth noticing what it's about, considering she's a martial artist from a foriegn land.
 
@ Tipsy: So sorry! I'm still gettin used to RP stuff! At least I know nao! :D

@ everyone: I may not be able to get on much this week due to power failure and holiday stuff.
I managed to hijack a computer so here goes!
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Porre-Cheep's Adventure #1

Never stood there silently. The crowed was still bustling with excitement. "I'm kinda hungry..." Never mumbled.
Cheep the mouse had spotted a fruit tree from afar. "Cheep! Chee Cheepurs!" went Cheep who said something along the lines of: I'll get some!
"Aw thanks Cheep you're a lifesaver." said Never as the mouse hopped off his shoulder.
Cheep the mouse had done many things on his own before. He was a particularly intelligent mouse and at times he could be smarter than Never. He manuvered in between the crowd of warriors being careful not to let them stomp on his tail. Just as the mouse broke through he saw that the fruit tree was in fact farther than he had anticipated.
The mouse began to funn through the field but all of a sudden was taken by suprise when a mine exploded from behind him. Did he set it off? Cheep pondered this but had his answer when more and more mines in the ground began to go off around him. "Cheep!" squeaked the mouse in panic.
He began to dodge and weave the explosions as they erupted. Finally he had made it to the tree. An apple laying on the ground nearby looked perfect. Cheep saw another right beside it and decided he would carry it to his master. For the apple in front of him. He decided to take just one giant bite out of the juicy apple...
"HEY! NO RODENTS NEAR MY APPLE TREE!" screamed an old woman with a broom who came dashing towards Cheep. "I DON'T CARE IF THERE IS A WAR! I WILL PROTECT THE QUALITY OF MY APPLES TILL THE DAY I DIE!"
Cheep grabbed Never's apple and ran in circles around the tree, the old woman in hot pursut. The mouse took off towards the mine feild from whence he came...And to his suprise the old woman followed. Everyonce in a while she attempted to wack to mouse with her broom. Mines began exploding but the old woman was determined to make the mouse pay for stealing her apples, something of which her bussiness of famous Porre Applesauce was based on.
Finally the mouse had lost her as it slipped into the crowd of soldiers and back to its owner. Tired and full, Cheep settled himself on Never's shoulder again. The mouse handed him the apple. "What's this?" asked Never. "You know I don't like apples Cheep."
The mouse fainted in regret...
 
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((OOC: Well, I’ll take this time to tell you, OliverSKX, to control the ‘Reaper’ less. He’s probably going to be a key character as well. Not sure about this yet, since his story and intent would do little to propel the main plot…. Nevertheless, try not to control him too much. A little is fine.

That, and I’ll create a profile for the ‘Reaper’ and the main bad guy I introduced previously. That is, the one who spoke with Ozzie, and led those mages- Garathos. Soon, that is.

The ‘war’ in 600AD should be obvious to those who have played Chrono Trigger. However, for the benefits of those who have never played the game, here is what happened.

During that time, under the leadership of a Human mage, Magus, the monsters were led in an expedition against the kingdom of Guardia. The war had been very much to their favor, thanks to Magus’ help, but at one point in the war, Magus disappeared all of the sudden. This event turned the tables around for the Humans, and the monsters lost the war as a result.))

Medina- Ozzie’s House

“Are you serious?”

Ozzie exclaimed, astonished by the man’s suggestion. His breastplate clinked as he paced about the house. Biting back the urge to scream, Ozzie pushed away the thoughts of disapproval about this man as he questioned him further. “Garathos! You would do this for us?”

Garathos nodded, stopping momentarily to look Ozzie in the eye. His gaze radiated a fierce determination that compelled the purple-skinned leader into silence. “Yes,” Garathos began. “I would, but not for you.”

A snide smile came on. “This deed of mine, I do for my people.”

Raising an eyebrow, Ozzie could only nod as he leaned back on his chair. A defeated sigh escaped him,” You win…”

Porre- Outside the Mayor’s House

Moving silently away from the crowd, the ‘Reaper’ watched the mass of people from a corner. He hated the attention, and thanks to his earlier deeds, he knew well what would happen next. Yet, despite his pride, he knew he had little need for thanks and praise.

The Knights stood in line, along with some of the newer recruits like Never, and Christiane. The Mayor, seeing that almost all of the supporting forces were here, began to speak. His voice was loud and clear, and had an awe-inspiring tone.

“I hereby thank you all, warriors, for coming to our town’s aid. No doubt, without your help, this place would once again fall captive to those blasted monsters, just as history had dictated long ago, in the year 600.”

By that, he had been referring to the time where the monsters, under the leadership of Magus, assaulted the humans and almost won.

“However, during that time, it was thanks to the efforts of our powerful Knights, that we survived. Today, I must thank you once again for making the very same effort your ancestors did!”

Applauding, he bade the townspeople listening in to do the same. “And so, it would be rude of me to dismiss you all without thanking you appropriately. Tonight, you shall all feast together with the people of Porre!”

A cheer rose from amongst the soldiers. “Also, you shall be exempt from all military practices, at least, for the rest of today!”

The cheer became louder. Some of the soldiers immediately took off their helmets and tossed it up into the sky. The Mayor couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

~Event~

A feast is to be held later in the night! Be sure to join in the fun!

Guardia Castle

“AND SO, YOUR MAJESTY.”

The King sighed, leaning back on his throne as he listened to his General. It was time for the General’s daily audience with the King himself to report the military events that had been happening. However, with the sudden aggression on the monster’s side, the need for these audiences became more important.

Unfortunately for the King, he never quite liked these audiences. General Glenn, however, enjoyed it very much. Boasting was one of his favorite past times, after all.

“I’VE SENT SEVERAL SCOUTS TO PORRE, TO ASCERTAIN THE SITUATION. THEY SHOULD BE REPORTING BACK TO ME PERIODICALLY ABOUT THE EVENTS THERE. IF THOSE ACCURSED MONSTERS SHOULD STRIKE, WE WOULD KNOW ABOUT IT REALLY QUICKLY.”

Cursing silently, the King nodded, faking an awed expression.

Porre- Tavern

“Hey, put this up for me, would you?”

Handing the bartender a poster, the armored lady winked suggestively. The bartender responded with a smile. Although the lady was rather slim and had a good face, she was much too muscular for his liking. The smile was more of an acknowledgement to what she had said, and maybe, out of pure habit.

“What’s this?”

He probed.

“Ah. Since the recent attack just ended, I suppose there should be more soldiers around here. Maybe my lil’ arena could make some business, eh? I’m going to hire some of the soldiers to slog their guts out against each other, and charge an entrance fee for audiences!

Well, you get the idea. Put up the poster for me, ye?”

Gesturing towards the poster, she smiled and turned to leave the tavern.

~Event~

Ariel, the battle maiden, is hiring! Visit the Arena of Porre at the Eastern side of the town to sign up. The eastern side of the town is where the slums are, and had been left relatively unscathed during the attack with all the monsters focused on the Mayor’s house in the center, and the richer, western side of Porre.
 
Christiane never enjoyed parties, as soon as they started cheering, Christiane made her way to Emilia, saying to her in her usual Belkan accent, "There is going to be a celbration, whether you wish to celebrate or not is up to you. I am going to explore the city." Christiane left her to rest while she headed off to the Eastern part of the city.
 
Emilia had slightly dozed off before snapping back awake. She couldnt stand the heaviness of her eyelids. Suppressing a yawn, Emilia gave a weak nod at Christiane for whatever she had said. Right now, Emilia didnt care about anything. Her skinny legs wobbled as she tried to balance herself upright when a large familiar shadow was cast over her.

Aye, missy. You look to be in bad shape. Here.

Brumak offered an arm for her to clamber on. For some odd reason, Brumak had grown an attachment to the medic, almost like a little sister. Whatever it was, it made the lonely mercenary path a bit more bearable. Right now, the "sister" needed a room as she had already dozed off on his shoulder. Barging his way through the crowd of knights and soldiers, Brumak made his way to the mayor.

Sir, i have a question. This little missy is a foreign medic and i think she needs a room to rest. I dont have any money on me right now, so ya think you can help with lodging?
 
Never headed toward the pub where various warriors were entering. His stomach gave a viciouse growl. "So.......hungry...." he moaned.
As he went inside he saw the biggest cooked bird he had ever seen. It's scent greeted him at the door. Without even asking he tore off a leg and began to eat feircely. He hadn't had a meal in almost a day. The boy ate and ate, ignoring the disgusted looks from others at the bar. The cook immediately began to make more food. Perhapse this boy had alot of money, maybe he could be a prince! But little did he know, Never had no currency whatsoever.
Once the boy had finished he sat there and eyed a poster on the wall. "A fight? Sounds like fun." said Never.
"Are you leaving?" asked the man who ran the pub. "The total price will be calculated for you."
Never gulped at this. He had forgotten that he had no currency. "Cheep! Chep Cheepurs!" squeaked the mouse.
"Good idea!" said Never to his mouse."Actually sir could I get another one of these?!"
"Why sure young man!" said the man totaling Never's price.
Just as the man slipped into the back of the shop, Never sprinted out of the pub and towards the eastern side of Porre towards the arena fight. Thgough halfway there, Never had to rest because of stomach pains...
 
((OOC: Alright. Note this, if more than two players come to the Arena, s/he will be pitted against the other in a classic RPB. It'll be a casual one though, nothing serious like killing.))

Arena of Porre

Meanwhile, at the Arena, the owner, Ariela was just preparing for her expected visitors. Although business had been lacking recently, the influx of warriors in the town may prove to be a turning point. Knowing this well, she ambled into the arena. The audiences' seats were all circled around a gigantic stone stage in the center.

Around it is a relatively shallow moat to serve as a boundary. Smiling at how well-kept the place had been, she then turned to face towards the entrance, ready to welcome any warrior that comes in.
 
Porre-Slums

Christiane walked through the slums, the winds of war have barely touched this part of the city. There was people hanging around in a tavern just around the corner.

Walking in Christiane looked around and saw several souls drinking and enjoying themselves. On the bulletin board, she saw a poster talking about fighting in the Arena. "So, there is an Arena here, hmph, well then looks like I get to test my skills and get some money in my pocket." Christiane left the tavern and headed for the arena.
 
OOC: SInce you didnt reply Music, ill just play it along somehow.

Before the mayor could anwer, one of the local officers intervened. Obviously, the mayor had more pressing matters to attend to than being a giude and map to a mercenary.

Lodging is available at the Sixth Temple Inn two streets from here. Last i checked, it had received little damage and i am sure they will not complain about offering lodging for the warriors that had fought for this town.

Aye then. Many thanks lad.

Shifting his shoulder so that Emilia didn't slip off mid transit, Brumak continued to push his way through the celebrating crowd of villagers and soldiers towards the Sixth Temple. It was a great morale booster to win the first battle against the monsters. With this, more people will sign up and there would be a higher chance for voctory once again. Brumak stooped his head to get into the main foyer of the Sixth Temple before stepping up to the reception. The poor receptionist trembled and recoiled slightly at the sight of the big man before regaining her voice.

Welcome to the Sixth Temple. How may i be of service?

Ah two person room please.

A double bed room sir will come to 500 Gold.

It was Brumak's turn to recoil. He was low on cash and it was not proper to rummage through a girl's body for her pouch, nor is it proper to get her to pay.

How much is the cheapest room?

That would be the single bed room for one at 250 Gold.

Brumak had just enough and emptied his pouch. The coins clattered as they fell and he left as the receptionist went back to her work. Opening the door, Bruma figured out why it cost so much. Usually, he sayed at taverns and bars, but this...This was first class to him. Putting Emilia to sleep, Brumak trudged out to the living room and set Sima down against the wall before sitting down next to it. During his years of travel this position was one he took most when resting outdoors. It was comfortable to him and soon, he too, fell asleep.





 
Porre- Slums

Never struggled to find his way through the slums. The sky had gotten dark and it was hard to see. Never could hear the cheering of the area close by but he couldn't find his way to it. "It's gotta be somewhere close by..." Never mumbled.
After stubling through a dark alley Never finally found the arena. Cheers from fans watching roared through the air as he went to the front entrance. Suddenly he spotted a line where others were paying to get inside. He knew that he had no money to spend and he had to create a way to get in, fast.
After spotting a couple close to the front of the line, Never went up to the woman in the couple and said "Um, miss, a woman was calling for you back that way."
He pointed in the opposite direction. "Did she say who she was?" asked the woman, her boyfriend impatient.
"No." responded Never. "She said something about it being urget."
"Hold my ticket for me dear." said the woman as she walked the direction in which Never pointed.
Her boyfriend had now come to the ticket stand and payed for two tickets. "Hurry dad!" Never said to him making sure the person behind the stand heard him.
The man grabbed the two tickets he payed for ignoring Never and walked in, Never right behind him. Finally he was in! Never went into the crowed along a fnce and watched the fights begin. "This is gonna be fun huh Cheep?" said Never.
"Cheep Cheepurs!" went the mouse meaning: Shouldn't you go to bed at this time of night?
 
Luca set down his mug of ale and looked to his left. He saw the bartender nailing a poster to the notice board at the end of the bar. His natural curiosity got the best of him, and he made his way over to take a look.

Ariel, the battle maiden, is hiring! Visit the Arena of Porre at the Eastern side of the town to sign up.
Click to expand...

Arena, huh? That might be a decent way to pick up some coin while working on some new weapons and armor that I haven't seen before. If nothing else, now that the battle's over, I need to find something to make this trip worthwhile. It'd be pointless to go back to Truce now.

His mind made up, Luca sat back down at the bar to finish his drink before he turned in for the night. He would approach Ariel, and ask her for permission to set up shop in the Arena. If she denied him, he'd simply set up shop just outside the Arena.

A man had to make a living.
 
((OOC: Sorry, tipsynaruto. I didn’t pay enough attention to your post, that’s why there was no response from the Mayor. Apologies!

Aw shucks. Only Schwarze Leader’s character is bothering to fight? Cassino, your character’s looking to set up a shop within the arena? ))

Arena of Porre

Ariel glanced indoors. Thanks to the recent influx of soldiers, as well as some publicity, a crowd had already gathered within. Impatient, the crowd began chanting,” Why are we waiting.” Although it wasn’t exactly full house, the amount of cash earned would tide her over for the month.

Shifting her focus over to the ticket stand, she watches silently as a strange looking purple-haired kid followed a man into the arena. Sighing, she turned back to look out towards the eastern side of the city. Where were the warriors she needed?

Presently, the arena had two warriors hired by Ariel. These two had been with her right from the time the Arena first started out. The concept of an arena was novel, and people flooded the place. However, this wore off with time, and soon enough, the duo, ‘Beast’, and ‘Fury’, were now regarded with a distasteful stare.

The people were bored of having to see the same warriors fight each other over and over. Knowing this, her publicity stint before the assault on Porre had been about a new feature in the arena. The attack came at a good time, she realized. Uttering her thanks under her breath, she folds her arms as she waits.

((Awrite. Final call. Speak to her if interested to participate. This battle will be snappy. I do not intend to hold up the main story, and also those that are not coming to the arena, for too long))
 
OOC: Schwarze Leader, now in Estovakian Flavor...

Porre-Arena

Christiane, walked into the Arena Lobby looking for the arena master. She wanted to meet with her so she could register to fight in the arena.

Finally she came across Ariel at the Eastern side of the coliseum. (looking over the Eastern side of the city) Walking up to her, she said in her German accent, "Are you Ariel, the Arena Master? If so, I would like to fight in the arena."
 
Never glanced at the warriors signing up for the battle. "Oh! That looks like so much fun!" said Never. "It's better that watching!"

"Cheep! Chepchepur!" went the mouse who meant : It's safer here! Havent you had enough action for one day?

"Why have seats in the audience when you can be center stage?" asked Never in a singsong voice as he scampered off to where the fighters stood to battle.

Never was meaning to train to fight. He sought training for his melee fighting skills so that he wouldn't have to rely on the Ever sword. He stood near a serous looking woman hoping she woud take him seriously and said "I want to enter please!"
 
((OOC: Apologies for the slow posts lately. BTW, has Luca approached Ariel yet? From what I see, I doubt that’s the case.))

Arena of Porre

Ariel couldn’t hide the grin that promptly came on when this strangely dressed lady spoke. “Are you Ariel, the Arena Master? If so, I would like to fight in the arena." The presence of this female warrior spoke volumes about how her publicity campaign had gone. Cheerfully, Ariel nodded and replied with a simple and curt ‘yes’, when suddenly, this purple-haired boy came over.

It was evidently the same boy she had noticed from earlier. Nevertheless, his request to join pleased her greatly. “YES!” She exclaims. “Definitely. We’re more than willing to get you in as well!”

Hurriedly, she manhandled the two into the Arena. “Alright. The role’s simple. You’ll just fight at your best, while our Arena’s resident warriors will simply play along. You two newbies will be the highlight of tonight’s battle. We’ll discuss the payment later. Go for it!”

Pushing the two onto the center stage, she came up after them, and waved the two warriors, the ‘Beast’, and the ‘Fury’ on stage.

“WELCOME, AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE!

NOW, WE BEGIN THE VERY MUCH AWAITED EVENT OF THE NIGHT- BATTLE ROYALE!”

Upon the mention of the night’s events, the crowd cheered at their loudest. Waving their weapons, the two warriors attempted to reign in the attention. It was only when the crowd’s cheering subsided, that the two warriors began to get into their offensive stances.

The ‘Beast’ held his twin claws closely to his face, while the ‘Fury’ swung his great sword about.

“WELL THEN, LET THE MATCH BEGIN!”

~Event~

For those that are participating in the Battle Royale, the match has begun! Any new participants would have to gatecrash. Nevertheless, the two warriors, ‘Beast’, and ‘Fury’, are dressed in light, leather armor with a simple leather leg guards. Their weapons are twin claws and a great sword respectively.

You are free to control them as you would, but bear this in mind, this is a Battle Royale. Every single warrior on stage is an enemy. Alliances may be formed, but ultimately, there is to be only one winner. (In other words, Christianne and Never would come to blows sooner or later.)

Feel free to end the battle when ready. Try not to drag it. There are others waiting.
 
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