[Bon] Reclaiming the Prize  (Shadowsire and Sephora)
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				Title: <strong>[Bon] Reclaiming the Prize  (Shadowsire and Sephora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 07:55:27</strong>
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				Galvin walked across one of the long dead plains the old ones called the waste lands, the places where the old cities were before the world moved on as they said.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was on edge as he watched the scorched black sands around him for signs of the creatures reported to live in the waste lands.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no other way for him to reach the Village of Falinia but across the waste.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was going there to try and win back his love who had been taken when her Father, his former mentor had been slain in the arena.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The old ones said the games started to deal with the constant battles over the hunting grounds and fertile lands.&nbsp; The games were bloody and viscous Gladiatorial bouts in the Arena of each Village.&nbsp; &nbsp;Galvin had spent ten years of his life training to fight in the games.&nbsp; &nbsp;On the opening night of the season that he was suppose to start the challenger showed up.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was the son of a Gladiator who had fallen to Danrick, Galvin's former master.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Danrick had taken the challenge after the warrior had prodded him into it.&nbsp; The battle had been quick and bloody with Danrick lying dead in the arena.&nbsp; &nbsp;Shaye Darnrick's beautiful raven haired statuesque daughter had been taken as a trophy as was the rules of the challenge.&nbsp; &nbsp; All would have been well if she had not been the love of Galvin's life.&nbsp; &nbsp;So thus he had set out on the path to find her.<br><br>His reverie was broken as the edge of the desert came into sight and great village of Falinia was visible.&nbsp; &nbsp;He ran the last bit of the waste to wall that surrounded the Village.&nbsp; After showing the credentials it had taken him two days to talk the town council into giving him he was let in.&nbsp; It was almost as if they had been waiting for him as a group of guards was there to escort him to the Arena.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Galvin could see Shaye seated behind the Chief of Falinia as he stood in the arena with all the Other Gladiators as the Ring Master spoke.&nbsp; "Ladies and Gentlemen we are gathered here Witness the Grand games, it will be five days of battle and at the end their will be a new Grand Champion," he said as he spoke over the antique sound system.&nbsp; &nbsp; With that the crowd gave out a cacophonous roar as Galvin and the other Gladiators looked around in shock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Bon] Reclaiming the Prize  (Shadowsire and Sephora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 00:03:46</strong>
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				Life seemed to go by in slow motion for Shaye.&nbsp; At least, since her father died it had.&nbsp; A world that had once seemed all important, and a life that had felt somehow relevant was now pointless.<br><br>She'd been spoiled all these years, she hadn't realized it, but she had.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd had her father for a Champion, something that rarely if ever happened to Maidens.&nbsp; It meant that her relationship with him was a loving one, rather than a strained one.&nbsp; And her Father's eventual replacement was a god send as well.&nbsp; Galven and her got along well, more than just well in truth.&nbsp; Of course, him being her Father's pupil, Shaye had spent more time with him than anyone else her own age in the village.<br><br>Of course, he wasn't her Father's pupil anymore.&nbsp; He was the Village Champion.&nbsp; Because her Father was dead.<br><br>When Feral, the Champion of Falinia had come, Shaye had barely batted an eyelash.&nbsp; Challengers came and went, her Father never lost.&nbsp; How could he lose to the son of a man he'd already defeated once before? It had been a laughable concept.&nbsp; <br><br>And then he'd killed him.<br><br>And then he'd taken her away from the only place she'd ever known, traveled across the wastes, and gloated over his victory in front of his entire village; with in truth felt more like a city than anything else.<br><br>Shaye hadn't shed a tear. <br><br>She was never an emotional girl, her mother had died when she was very little; perhaps that had something to do with it. But in any case, she'd always been more stoic than anything else.&nbsp; Of course, Galvin had always managed to force a smile or laugh out of her; but he was the exception to the rule. Those who knew her well could spot when she was upset or agitated, but for the most her statuesque appearance gave off an eternally intense appearance.&nbsp; <br><br>It made for a good ornament to be placed behind a champion.<br><br>Which was what she'd been turned in to.&nbsp; Sitting behind the chief, she watches as one by one the gladiator's were led into the arena.<br><br>And then Galvin was led inside.<br><br>Shaye couldn't help herself, when she spotted him; she rose to her feet.&nbsp; Luckily, just at that moment the announcer had finished his introduction, and the crowd began to roar and stomp their feet in delight; making Shaye's motions unnoticed.<br><br>Returning to her seated position; she clears her face of expression.&nbsp; Galvin would win.&nbsp; He had to.&nbsp; She couldn't bare to lose anyone else.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Bon] Reclaiming the Prize  (Shadowsire and Sephora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 02:42:07</strong>
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				Galvin's state of shock wore of quick as the training that Danrick had hammered into him took over as he saw more challengers here than could all have a match even if they held three a day here.&nbsp; "These brave Challengers will now face the horrors of the Waste to see if any are worth of battling our champion," the Announcer said as four doors on the sides slide open.<br><br>Out of those doors shambled the pallid half dead shambling walkers of the waste.&nbsp; They were those misguided fools who had thought they could scrap a living out of the dead ground that only nurtured a slow painful death.&nbsp; &nbsp;A few of the Gladiators in the arena laughed and swatted at the slow things with their swords and most killed the monsters in one swipe. Only one was unlucky enough to miss a vital organ and have the beast latch on to him with those cruel barbed fingers that burned like hot coals as that mouth full of razor sharp teeth shredded the flesh from his head.&nbsp; Galvin's hand axe hew the head of both fool open freeing one from a life of pain and the other from a long slow death. <br><br>It was as the sickening thud of the bodies in the wet sand was heard that Galvin heard the true challenges coming on their skittering claws.&nbsp; The thin bodied scaly little things may have only been two feet long but they were fast strong and poisonous.&nbsp; &nbsp;Scrads had once been some sort of domesticated animal but the poisons of the waste had infected them and turned them to what they are now.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Skittering sound was not from their claws hitting the ground but hitting each other as they moved.<br><br>"Circle up back to back," Galvin hollered even as others said the same as he went back to back with one of the younger warriors.&nbsp; &nbsp; "Keep your eyes open wide," he told the young man as he swatted the first out of the air, his axe neatly cleaving the one of the creature front legs off, but it still moved just fine on its five other legs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Bon] Reclaiming the Prize  (Shadowsire and Sephora)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 02:33:26</strong>
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				And how the crowd did cheer as the creatures from the waste appeared.&nbsp; The true entertainment had arrived.&nbsp; Within minutes, the first handful of challengers were dead.&nbsp; A few more minutes in, and the favorites were chosen.<br><br>Already members of the audience were placing bets on who would survive, who would perish, and who would crack under the pressure.&nbsp; There were a handful of warriors that seemed to have their game together.&nbsp; Gavin was one of them, along with a few others, proving themselves as true men of war as they call out orders to the other. <br><br>"Circle up!" One calls out.<br><br>"Back to back!" Cries another.<br><br>And with enough of the men shouting the same thing, the younger of the men are quick to follow the older, more experienced champions suggestion.<br><br>Still, what was the use when your opponent was the Scrad? <br><br>With its poison, all it needed was to land a single blow, and you were a dead man.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>And slowly but surely, the weaker, the slower of the challengers begin to fall to their knees.&nbsp; 
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