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    Althanian

    EXP: 31,031, Level: 7
    Level completed: 51%, EXP required for next Level: 3,969
    Level completed: 51%,
    EXP required for next Level: 3,969



    GP
    649

    Name
    Robert Bertrand
    Location
    Corone

    A Labyrinth of Ice

    (IRON LEAGUE)
    (OPEN)

    John admitted to himself that he did like the League of Iron matches and the ranking system. He disliked admitting the follow up conclusion, that it had actually helped his form and fighting style, among other things which the league had aided him with. The monks would share their scores with him, if he asked, and would comment on how, here or there, he could improve. It seemed he still had much to learn.

    The League had brought out a lot of old and (presumably dusty, if spells can become so) arena spells to entertain a newfound audience full of anticipation and coin. There was always something different and distinct about the arenas, and this one was no different, the half-giant mused as he peered around in the dim light of this labyrinth.

    It twisted and turned, walls and corridors of ice stretching and bending in strange angles, curves and spaces, dead-ends and circles, and John was about finished with it all, after stopping to note he’d passed this particular corner twice before. He’d been marking as he went, just scratching the corners or walls he’d already been in. He looked up.

    The ice walls stretched up and up, maybe a hundred meters or more of sheer, slippery walls. For all his climbing would do and how much energy and time it would take to get on top of the thing, it might as well have been miles up. Above was simply blackness. It might have been a ceiling, or a particularly dark and cloudy night, he couldn’t tell. The air chilled him and he willed his armor to coat his arms as well as his legs now, blanketing him in titanium. The maze’s light seemed to come from nowhere, unless the walls counted as light sources. They did seem to glow faintly, when looked at intently.

    John looked around the next bend, seeing a broken-away chunk of labyrinth lying in the middle of the corridor, the ice fused with the floor’s cold surface already. He walked up to the hole, it was about ten meters in a rough circle. As if to answer, a deep, grumbling roar could be heard far off, accompanied by a crash.

    If this labyrinth came with a minotaur, he’d hate to see it up close. John resumed his search for the other combatant, albeit more slowly and with more open ears this time.
    Last edited by redford; 09-01-2017 at 01:19 AM.

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