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The Caedes Arena (Open RP)
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Morec0
(( As a rule, it seems, my RPs tend to fail. Be it for lack of story, too much controlling, or that they're just plain bad. Hopefully this will change things. Arena style RPs have been done before, but the fact that no one wants their character to lose has plagued them and made them unplayable. I think I may have a solution for that, but this will be a test of whether I am a genius or need to keep my mouth shut.
While this RP mentions the Killing Games Open RP, the exact events that passed within it do not have to be cannon for this. A character that died in TKG could still appear in this without any need of explanation as to how he was revived/stiched back together. Also, since the characters that enter the arena are brought to it by those running it characters tied with groups do not (cannot, really) need to have their fellow groupies enter with them as well. They still may, but note the problems that may cause (as described below).))
In the wake of the Killing Games many would-be doomsayers and apocalyptic maniacs have attempted to reproduce what the Games had created; chaos and slaughter across Azeroth, all in hopes of brining around the death of all living things. The Hammer, the Legion, and many more have with like-minded goals have attempted these impersonations, but for whatever reason none of them ever reached the level of chaos that came to be known from the Games. Many have died because of their actions, but in time these events have faded into obscurity.
Three years have passed, and Azeroth has known the life it knew before the Games. In the dark recesses of the Swamp of Sorrows, however, something has begun; something that may very well rise to be as much of a massacre as the Killing Games. No one knows how to find it, no one knows what it is called, but spectators and combatants alike continue to fill it with fodder. What is its purpose? Who is its master? These are unknown, but what is known is this: be it soldier or civilian, martyr or victim, noble or commoner, orc or human, all matter of life can be dragged into this brutal battle of survival.
This RP is a gladiator arena-style, in which RPers will face off against one another in single or team combat. Battles will start after there are a decent number of characters present and some time has passed to let these characters mingle with one another the battles will begin, starting with battles against creatures (controlled by myself) and the various “contestants.” You may choose to have your character die in these battles (in interest of including a new character without over saturating the RP with your characters – to be discussed further later) or to win, but these battles are intended to only last a few posts and be over as quickly as possible.
Once these rounds are complete, characters will again have some down time to mingle while I begin and finish work on the order in which battles will take place. New characters can still be introduced both during this time and once the death matches begin (this may change, should I find it too difficult/impossible to fluidly incorporate them into the system). Battles between characters will last for some time – during which those not participating can either watch the battle or mingle with the other characters – but will ultimately be decided by me through the flip of a coin or other means. Even with whatever characters of my own creation, there will be no bias.
RPers may have more than one of their own characters within it, but be discrete about this, please – nothing will be more of a letdown to have two characters of a single RPer face off. While I can do my best to organize it that characters of a single RP origin are far away from each other, due to the random nature by which victors are chosen I cannot ensure that they will not end up fighting each other.
Challenges cannot be declined.
You must kill your opponent.
You are allowed one personal possession from the outside that was not on your person. Nothing more.
All contact with the outside is prohibited.
Once you enter the arena, there is no way out other than death.
((Changes may be made, but they should not affect the RP drastically, if at all.
Please, not god-moding.
The
Open RP Q&A
will be the Q&A for this.
Have fun.
Kill everyone in sight.))
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Arena – Transport
The box was dark, enclosing. Vrem could barely move but he still had his affects with him. He had been attacked from behind by thugs, stalked for some time if he had been correct about who was following him. For some reason, however, even all of his preperations had not allowed him to elude capture. Rottalon and Marrow had been destroyed, and then he had been forced into this casket. Had he been one prone to such emotions, he would have been surprised they had not killed him. Had he also been one to ponder such things, he would have assumed that they were taking him to stand trial for all he had done.
Had he been one to show such displays, he would have laughed. His fellow Necrohunters would have arrived to free him within minutes of the trial beginning; there would be neither sentence nor any survivors to report what they had seen. All there would be were corpses and the mark of the Necrohunters to remind all why they were to be feared.
However when he was released he did not find himself in a courtroom of the Alliance or the Horde. It appeared to be a temple, or a labyrinth, he did not know or care, but far more furnished with luxuries one would not normally find within such a place. His weapons were missing, as was his ammunition and what supplied he had possessed before being captured. Keeping an eye open, he moved forward, all exits blocked and sealed from the outside but intending to find one.
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Post by
Atik
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Arena-Transport
The large box, covered in anti-magic runes, shook again. A growl sounded from within it, and then silence. The prisoner within was chained to the floor; his front and back feet unable to move. It was too cramped for his wings to spread.
The arena's 'suppliers' had found the combatant beaten and weakened in the snowy fields of Dragonblight. How such a state had fallen upon him hadn't been their concern. The men had chaged and chained the beast; figuring he would make for entertaining fights.
A roar sounded out; the runes glowed brightly as they contained the magics within.
And all fell silent again...
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Arena – Recreation Room
Vrem watched as boxes materialized into the room, reaching into his worgen-pelt cloak for a weapon. None was there to be obtained, however. Whoever had taken his gear had been thorough. He backed away from the boxes, knowing that without a weapon and with no way to escape this room - that his skills had let him find, anyway - he would need to have as much room between him and these surely enemies as possible.
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536837
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Arena – Recreation Room
"Dogal Knuckleduster," Vrem said monotonely, recognizing the other undead. "An honor to meet you."
Post by
Atik
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Arena-Recreation Room
The box was slid into the room, a door closing behind it.
Another roar as the prisoner knew he had been moved sounded through the room. One of the runes glowed brightly for a moment, burning itself off the box. Many other runes began to follow its lead.
The container shook violently again.
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536837
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Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Arena – Recreation Room
"As have I," Vrem agreed, "but untill it is shown otherwise, I think it would be safe to assume that we are not intended to kill each other." He looked at the other boxes. "As for whoever else might be in here, however." Without his weapons or pets, however, Vrem knew it would not be easy to kill anything.
Post by
Atik
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Arena-Recreational Room
One more shake and a wall of the box exploded outward. A massive arcane bolt flew through the air; smashing into a wall. The sound of smashing chains was heard as a clwed foot stepped out of the hole. The blue drake it was attacked to followed shortly; tiny, strange wings protruding from its head.
The beast shook, stretching its wings.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Doctor Victor Konovalov
Location:
Arena, Residential Cells
Victor Konovalov had once been a veterinarian. But that had been a long time ago, before he was brought to the arena and forced into combat. He survived by plying his abilities as there was no one else who really could perform anything resembling medicine amongst the gladiators. Eventually the human proved himself valuable enough not to be thrown away in true combat like many of the other gladiators, mainly because he could keep the winners fighting.
He wears a ripped tail coated jacket with short cut black hair and a small mustache. He only has one real hand, the other a 'reward' for services rendered is false with each finger ending in a long sharp blade several inches long.
The Night Elf on the stone cot gave one last shuddering cough, his blood caked form torn with a myriad of gashes all along his body twitching until he finally laid still. Victor watched the night elf die beneath him and sighed, picking up a wet rag and beginning to clean off the knife like fingers on his false hands, the gladiator beyond his help now.
"I suppose dis means dat dey vill be bringing in new combatants den." He muttered, leaving the cell and making his way to the door connecting the residential cells to the recreation chamber, where he knew the new combatants would be arriving. "Goody." Victor sourly declared.
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536837
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Doctor Victor Konovalov
Location:
Arena- Recreation Room
Victor eased open the door with his flesh hand just in time to hear the comment from the Forsaken. His eyes widened in horror and he threw the door open. "No, don't fight here!" He shouted in horror.
Post by
Atik
Locronos
Recreational Room
"Who is responsable for this?" The drake roared. "I demand to know what I am doing here!"
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536837
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Doctor Victor Konovalov
Location:
Arena, Residential Cells
"Hyu vill surrender to fate den? Hyu vill be killed like animal by guards if hyu start killing each odder before matches." The doctor quickly explained. He would rather they not start fighting, his medical supplies were limited and if they died that would mean more people would be kidnapped before their time, though he doubted the Forsaken would particularly care for that point.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Dartskul
Location: Arena – Recreation Room
"I could. Go for the throat," Vrem replied. "softest armor there." He ran at the drake, ignoring the human's (?) words of warning and ready to duck under any of the dragonoid's attacks. A blast of magic stuck him and sent him flying several feet backwards before he had even moved four feet. He stuggled back to his feet after a minute of lying on the ground. "What is this?" he growled.
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536837
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Doctor Victor Konovalov
Location:
Arena, Residential Cells
"Yes, exactly. See, angry boxer understands. Is not difficult concept." Victor cheered.
(Yes, he's human.)
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