"please move to the battle arena."
The rattling of hard-boiled leather and the clacking of withered, rusty steel emitted an audible aura of an eerie, foreboding combatant. Darkness cloaked the young man as he emerged past a set of double doors forged from marble, or perhaps some material...
I just want to say I'm so, so shocked I've gotten this far in the contest, especially with how busy I've been and my unfortunate lack of attention the arenas. This final battles are looking promising, and with the stakes so high, things are really getting tense! I look forward to my duel and the...
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@Bagel I actually like those types of characters oddly as well, or characters that actually take damage realistically. They tend to be very fleshed out and have extraordinary depth within them, not to say powerful characters don't have depth, but from my experiences as a RPer the majority of...
I like to not ramble about this much and keep my words brief, as I'm still studying the subject as it goes along.
From America's standpoint, as with a lot of scenarios with the Middle East, we are caught in a rock and a hard place. The banners of war have been risen countless times in the...
Sansa's soft breathing and whispering filled Jon Snow's ears, his eyes closed as his heart felt like collapsing within his chest. Even with all of his might, honor, and pride, to see at least of his family members alive very nearly broke his heart into two. With how much the two Northerners have...
Oooo, I'm so excited! I'm actually really eager to read other RPers RPing their duels out in the arena. I can already foresee this being very, very interesting.
Oh, why, good morning there! Here, have a picture of Scorpion from Mortal Kombat
Spooky, isn't he? Though, perfect for the issue I wanted to tackle this morning.
Well, I'm not going to bore you with many details and whatnot, but as of late I've been (perhaps foolishly) watching news...
The mere presence of Longclaw alone had restored faith into the family Jon had been raised in, knowing that this great house that has ruled The North for thousands of years would not easily fade away into nothingness. Loyalty and honor was valued highly in The North, and even The Old Gods would...
After carefully removing the scabbard from his waistline, the man held the both the sword and scabbard upon his lap. Carefully and tenderly unsheathing the blade, Jon began to speak, the Valyrian steel shimmering brightly and radiating practically with energy in the darkest of nights. "I know...
"I've slept in worse conditions, Sansa. I imagine a sheet of ice doesn't screech a featherbed to some." Jon huskily mumbled, watching as Sansa slipped out of his hold and offered her hands for support. Taking them, the bastard lifted himself onto his feet, noting how his loyal direwolf Ghost had...
"The Old Gods love their irony." Jon solemnly grinned, trying to fabricate some humor in the two Northerner's tragic tale of death, love, and warfare. From the chilling winds of The North to the bustling streets of King's Landing, the scenario still played out the same. Innocence was shattered...