Colosseum The slaughter and laughter stadium (Always searching!)

[Under Dunder]

"Welcome, To the slaughter and laughter stadium!"





Hello! This is a fairly straight forward RP, and it's all about fighting each other. Here we have the lobby where all our characters can freely interact, challenge each other and comment on the current match as an audience. In this same thread we'll have a roster, match list and all the fights will also take place here! Well, basically everything but character sign ups will be right here! We take one match at the time, but it does not have to be a 1 vs 1, you can have a 2 vs 2 or 5 vs 5 or however many players you want! Or maybe a free for all?


When you challenge someone end they accept you will then together decide what type of arena you want, a searing desert? A frigid mountain? Or maybe an ancient tomb? You decide.

(Not my art! And imagine this without the people, except for the innkeeper.)


Sign your characters up here or fallow the same sheet in the "character sign up" tab in this thread:


Fantasy - The slaughter and laughter stadium


Roster:


Malik Azif (Wormious) Played by Deadpool42


Christophe l'Zombi Played by Deadpool42


Scecia Bellerosé Played by Under Dunder


Haydon Smit Played by The hatter


Match list:

 

[Under Dunder]

Scecia had been sitting on a wooden bench near one of the windows in the old establishment for about an hour, she was and had been alone except for the inn keep who was wiping his counters with a tattered rag. She didn't mind the silence, but nor did cherish it since she always relied on others to make conversations and small talk around her. The bartender had asked her if she wanted a drink multiple times but she politely refused since she didn't ever drink, not now, not ever. She wasn't itching to fight, but she definitely wouldn't refuse one at this point.

 

[deadpool42]

Elsewhere in the darkness of the night, a depraved and hidden machination was transpiring; its site was none other than the city's burial ground. There, a single figure stood, body clad in black, flyspeckled remnants of wool, face concealed by a wooden druid's mask. Like a judge, this figure presided over the scene before them; three henchmen were hard at work, unearthing one of the tombs in the cemetery.


When the coffin's lid had been laid bare to the stars, the henchmen hobbled their way out of the pit they'd dug, and stood around it witlessly, as their master raised up his hands, and began a darksome recitation.

 

[The Hatter]

Haydon pulled his cloak's black hood tighter around himself, avoiding the slow drizzle that had plagued the otherwise normal day. One such as himself hated the water. Quickly he darted towards the nearest establishment he could find. As he approached the place, Haydon saw some sign indicating an inn. Presently, he was standing before the entrance. He pulled on a door with some effort, to which the door responded with a loud creaking.


Haydon stepped in, rain dripping from his hood and hair, and immediately noticed that the place was empty. Well, almost. he thought as the door creaked close. Near a window sat a woman, older than Haydon, seemingly bored. Her and the inn keeper seemed likely to be his company for the night. Great. Haydon had no need for conversation, much less trouble; perhaps it was for the best. He walked slowly and deliberately to a far corner of the inn, sitting on a bench. "Short fellow, aren't you? What'll you have?" The inn keeper called from the bar. "Whiskey," Haydon called back, somewhat quieter than the inn-keep. As he did, he threw his hood back, revealing his undeniable youth. The inn keeper scoffed, then continued his cleaning.


From his corner of the inn, Haydon glanced at a shimmering close to the woman. Weapons, he thought, his attention now drawn that way. Perhaps it was impolite to stare, but Haydon seemed not to care. May be this company's not bad after all.