Battle at your leisure folks. This thread must be completed by January 9th, 2014 at 12:00 AM EST. If you finish early, please submit it for judging per usual.
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Battle at your leisure folks. This thread must be completed by January 9th, 2014 at 12:00 AM EST. If you finish early, please submit it for judging per usual.
(I can't think of many more unique arenas sorry if this one is a little ordinary.)
He stood in the fields of Yarborough District. To his left, there was a windmill and the blades of the windmill ground grain endlessly. He stood with his arms folded across his chest, and it was cold. It was early winter and the cold was coming in from Salvar heavy that night. It was late at night, and the stars twinkled overhead. Althanas's moon shone brightly and was in simple crescent state. Elthas looked up at the moon and smiled at her glowing tranquil form. Then he looked about once more. Only the torches that were attached to the nearby wagon provided adequate light. Elthas always favored fighting in good illumination, but the arenas were all randomly generated. His eyes were narrowed as he waited for his opponent to arrive.
Wind came in fast from the south, and Elthas could smell rain in the wind. His nostrils flared from the heavy pang of the precipitation in the air. Looking back overhead, he saw the first signs of heavy clouds beginning to settle. He pulled his comfortable fedora hat closer to his person so that it was at an nice forty five degree angle. He smoked as well. The warm smoke he inhaled was produced from the cannibus herb in it's naturally prepared state. The sweet scent of cannibus made him easy to spot, as well as the lit glow from the torches that were around. On top of that, the glow from his smoking pipe. He could hear the calls of distant night animals as they went about in the circle of life and death. He listened to the various calls of nocturnal avians and other creatures. He could hear a wolf or two several yards away.
He settled his attention back to the area around him. He had made a campfire for him and his opponent to keep warm whilst they did battle. He knew that cold made it hard to concentrate, and he just wanted his foes in the Althanas Leagues to feel comfortable fighting the handsome Elf. He was sitting on a rock that sat by the campfire after some time had passed, and he was preparing some food. Dinner likely if his opponent made it in time and survived the long match that would likely follow. Elthas had a strict no-kill policy and he didn't care who was offended. He only cared about his code, and the code would be upheld through life and limb. Through trial and fire, and at the end of all things...