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Volo · 01-17-2008, 02:00 PM

The battle of the second day began with great anticipation. Yesterday’s combat was so exciting that the crowd doubled in quantity, or maybe even tripled. Much of this was due to Legate’s very odd perfermance. And then again to the fact that two of today’s contestants were known as ”Death”. And just about maybe because one of the warriors was twice as enigmatic as the two deaths put together. Naria. Naria Whats’erface.

Everybody didn’t even know if Naria was a Man. Some speculated that Naria was the Cabbage of Bloody Gore. Some said that he is an Ent with one wooden leg. Some said that she is the godess of bare feet. But most didn’t say anything, and barely speculated. And they were the lucky ones, since Naria turned out to be the most ordinary woman in a dress, with a rolling-pin in her hand. To the audience she did look intimidating, but the two other gladiators who got a better view knew that she was in fact eager and happy. "Oooo I get to play with Roa...McCaber is new, but oooo I get to play with Roa!!!" she shrieked.

Roa looked at Naria smugly. ”If you're a wolf trying to curry favor by asking me for an autograph, forget it. I’m not called the Red Death for naught”.

”Hmph! You may be the greatest assassin ever, but I don’t even take money with lives!” whispered the cloaked figure called McCaber.

”And who are you? Menel, was it?” Roa asked uninterestedly and with a quick wrist movement deflected a dagger coming at her heart. ”No? McCaber?”

”Hiiiii! McCaber, you’re good! I wish I knew more about you…” yelled Naria.

”Me too…” thought Roa, ”but for different reasons”.

McCaber threw off his cloak and underneath was a very, very… very basic looking person. ”So you have heard of me? Pity”. He looked at his leather shoes, twirled his right foot in the sand and scratched his neck. ”But since you have heard of me, what exactly do you know about me? Though I try to be secretive and all, truth to say, I’m very interested to see what people know about me”.

Roa who felt a bit disgusted, began with a politically correct ”Umm…”

Naria was on the other hand more straight forward and finished the sentence with a ”nothing…”

”Oh”, said the misunderstood killer, ”But you must know something! I mean, Roa, you knew my name and-”

”It was in my calendar on the kill-list for thise two weeks”.

”-and- ok, hey, know what? I’ll give you a hint”. He made a great show of taking a concealed black dagger from behind his ear. He held the dagger between his thumb and his middle finger and showed it to the two women. Naria shrugged and Roa rolled her eyes.

”You don’t get it? Hmph…” McCaber made a great show of walking to the edge of the arena and stopped in a place which the sun didn’t reach. Naria srugged again and Roa didn’t even bother to roll her eyes.

”Oh, come on… ’Shadowmaster’. ’The Black Knife’! ’Death’? Never heard of me?” his lips trembled and he wiped his eyes. With no more provocation he started screaming, ”Ooh don’t know Sauron’s greatest enemy! Don’t! What would I care! I’m sure that nobody, who has used the last 15 years of his life just to rid the land from the Great Enemy’s minions, would care. Nobody, who personally destroyed one of the major threats of the free world, such as the Brotherhood of the Eye, would give even the slightiest thought to whether people knew about him and appreciated what he is trying to achieve. No, of course no! Why woul-”

Roa shifted her footing and was already feeling so annoyed that she would begin a rant of her own if something didn’t stop McCaber. She looked at Naria who didn’t look any better and deffinitely more lost. ”At this point, I don't think he’s a wolf, and I know I'm not, which leaves you”. The Red Death streched and tried not to listen to McCaber, who hadn’t stopped, on the contrary he yelled only louder. She walked up to Naria and stabbed her with a sword.

”-and did you know – oh, I forgot, you don’t know anything – that I beat the chief of the National Haradric Blasphemy League with only a rook, two pawns and half a kingt, to death. I did! I swear I did-”

Naria looked at her torn dress and the sword still sticking in it. ”You know Roa, I’m actually a lot more slender than I look. It’s a pity you ruined my dress, it was very precious to me. I inherited it from my great-great-great-grandmother”. She banged Roa on the head with her rolling-pin. ”And this rolling-pin, I inherited it from my great-great-great-grandfather who was the greatest warrior of his time (and a well known feminist)”.

”-by the time I killed her 88 bodyguards, she managed to escape, but I was smarter. I had set a trap. As soon as she entered her carriage- Huh, is Roa dead?”

Two guesses.

You got it right.

Roa, whose head was split, had found that death wasn’t red like she expected it to be. It was of an odd mixture that might have contained shades of straw yellow, pearly white, aquamarine (with a touch of deep blue). Roa was baffled by this. For some reason she had always thought that death would be red. But now as she thought about it she saw less and less logic in her presumptions. There went a wave of mustard yellow, and oh, there a line silver! Roa looked at McCaber, who had finally finished his monologue, and Naria, who was eating a juicy pear. She wanted to say something although she, for the first time ever, had nothing to say. Everything was too self-evident to be said aloud. Then something caught her eye! The tiniest of tiniest of tiniest threads of blood red. Roa felt it dance doubtfully just in front of her, just at the other end of the world. Suddenly Roa knew what to say, it would be one of the wisest things ever said, ”Good luck, guys. I think I’ll be leaving now”, and it mattered little even if it was also the most self-evident thing ever said.

McCaber and Naria turned to look at her. McCaber lifted his hat and bowed and Naria waved.

Roa joined the dance with a smile.

-------~~

The third day of battle began.

-------~~

Around:
Brinniel
THE Ka
Shastanis Althereduin
satansaloser2005
Aganzir
McCaber
Nogrod
The Might
Thinlómien
Valier
Groin Redbeard
Meneltarmacil
Kath
Gil-Galad
Naria
Azaelia of Willowbottom
Isabellkya
Rikae
A Little Green
Ugh-Friedrich (host)

Gone:
Legate of Amon Lanc - lynched on Day0.1 - teleported away
Roa_Aoife - lynched on Day0.2 - joined the dance

---------~~

Day0.2 ended, Day0.3 began

Aganzir, Ka and Shasta may post and vote (for eachother). Others sit in silence.

01-17-2008, 02:00 PM	#172
Volo Silver in My Silent Heart Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: the great beauty Posts: 1,611	The battle of the second day began with great anticipation. Yesterday’s combat was so exciting that the crowd doubled in quantity, or maybe even tripled. Much of this was due to Legate’s very odd perfermance. And then again to the fact that two of today’s contestants were known as ”Death”. And just about maybe because one of the warriors was twice as enigmatic as the two deaths put together. Naria. Naria Whats’erface. Everybody didn’t even know if Naria was a Man. Some speculated that Naria was the Cabbage of Bloody Gore. Some said that he is an Ent with one wooden leg. Some said that she is the godess of bare feet. But most didn’t say anything, and barely speculated. And they were the lucky ones, since Naria turned out to be the most ordinary woman in a dress, with a rolling-pin in her hand. To the audience she did look intimidating, but the two other gladiators who got a better view knew that she was in fact eager and happy. "Oooo I get to play with Roa...McCaber is new, but oooo I get to play with Roa!!!" she shrieked. Roa looked at Naria smugly. ”If you're a wolf trying to curry favor by asking me for an autograph, forget it. I’m not called the Red Death for naught”. ”Hmph! You may be the greatest assassin ever, but I don’t even take money with lives!” whispered the cloaked figure called McCaber. ”And who are you? Menel, was it?” Roa asked uninterestedly and with a quick wrist movement deflected a dagger coming at her heart. ”No? McCaber?” ”Hiiiii! McCaber, you’re good! I wish I knew more about you…” yelled Naria. ”Me too…” thought Roa, ”but for different reasons”. McCaber threw off his cloak and underneath was a very, very… very basic looking person. ”So you have heard of me? Pity”. He looked at his leather shoes, twirled his right foot in the sand and scratched his neck. ”But since you have heard of me, what exactly do you know about me? Though I try to be secretive and all, truth to say, I’m very interested to see what people know about me”. Roa who felt a bit disgusted, began with a politically correct ”Umm…” Naria was on the other hand more straight forward and finished the sentence with a ”nothing…” ”Oh”, said the misunderstood killer, ”But you must know something! I mean, Roa, you knew my name and-” ”It was in my calendar on the kill-list for thise two weeks”. ”-and- ok, hey, know what? I’ll give you a hint”. He made a great show of taking a concealed black dagger from behind his ear. He held the dagger between his thumb and his middle finger and showed it to the two women. Naria shrugged and Roa rolled her eyes. ”You don’t get it? Hmph…” McCaber made a great show of walking to the edge of the arena and stopped in a place which the sun didn’t reach. Naria srugged again and Roa didn’t even bother to roll her eyes. ”Oh, come on… ’Shadowmaster’. ’The Black Knife’! ’Death’? Never heard of me?” his lips trembled and he wiped his eyes. With no more provocation he started screaming, ”Ooh don’t know Sauron’s greatest enemy! Don’t! What would I care! I’m sure that nobody, who has used the last 15 years of his life just to rid the land from the Great Enemy’s minions, would care. Nobody, who personally destroyed one of the major threats of the free world, such as the Brotherhood of the Eye, would give even the slightiest thought to whether people knew about him and appreciated what he is trying to achieve. No, of course no! Why woul-” Roa shifted her footing and was already feeling so annoyed that she would begin a rant of her own if something didn’t stop McCaber. She looked at Naria who didn’t look any better and deffinitely more lost. ”At this point, I don't think he’s a wolf, and I know I'm not, which leaves you”. The Red Death streched and tried not to listen to McCaber, who hadn’t stopped, on the contrary he yelled only louder. She walked up to Naria and stabbed her with a sword. ”-and did you know – oh, I forgot, you don’t know anything – that I beat the chief of the National Haradric Blasphemy League with only a rook, two pawns and half a kingt, to death. I did! I swear I did-” Naria looked at her torn dress and the sword still sticking in it. ”You know Roa, I’m actually a lot more slender than I look. It’s a pity you ruined my dress, it was very precious to me. I inherited it from my great-great-great-grandmother”. She banged Roa on the head with her rolling-pin. ”And this rolling-pin, I inherited it from my great-great-great-grandfather who was the greatest warrior of his time (and a well known feminist)”. ”-by the time I killed her 88 bodyguards, she managed to escape, but I was smarter. I had set a trap. As soon as she entered her carriage- Huh, is Roa dead?” Two guesses. You got it right. Roa, whose head was split, had found that death wasn’t red like she expected it to be. It was of an odd mixture that might have contained shades of straw yellow, pearly white, aquamarine (with a touch of deep blue). Roa was baffled by this. For some reason she had always thought that death would be red. But now as she thought about it she saw less and less logic in her presumptions. There went a wave of mustard yellow, and oh, there a line silver! Roa looked at McCaber, who had finally finished his monologue, and Naria, who was eating a juicy pear. She wanted to say something although she, for the first time ever, had nothing to say. Everything was too self-evident to be said aloud. Then something caught her eye! The tiniest of tiniest of tiniest threads of blood red. Roa felt it dance doubtfully just in front of her, just at the other end of the world. Suddenly Roa knew what to say, it would be one of the wisest things ever said, ”Good luck, guys. I think I’ll be leaving now”, and it mattered little even if it was also the most self-evident thing ever said. McCaber and Naria turned to look at her. McCaber lifted his hat and bowed and Naria waved. Roa joined the dance with a smile. -------~~ The third day of battle began. -------~~ Around: Brinniel THE Ka Shastanis Althereduin satansaloser2005 Aganzir McCaber Nogrod The Might Thinlómien Valier Groin Redbeard Meneltarmacil Kath Gil-Galad Naria Azaelia of Willowbottom Isabellkya Rikae A Little Green Ugh-Friedrich (host) Gone: Legate of Amon Lanc - lynched on Day0.1 - teleported away Roa_Aoife - lynched on Day0.2 - joined the dance ---------~~ Day0.2 ended, Day0.3 began Aganzir, Ka and Shasta may post and vote (for eachother). Others sit in silence. __________________ Fenris Wolf The EVEN NEWER Barrow-Downs Photo Page Last edited by Volo; 01-17-2008 at 03:20 PM.