ThatFacelessMan
01-04-09, 11:07 PM
((...Really though, I'd like to keep it to first come, first serve, feel free to post an OOC post 'claiming' this fight, then just edit or post again. I don't really care. So yeah...have at it. ))
How long has it been?
Before him stood a massive building, a cathedral of battle. The Citadel of Radasanth.
Radasanth…home. It’s been…
Great doors were pressed open, a lone figure strides into the complex. He’s dressed for…well, not war, that’s for certain. A kite shield upon his back, a sword at his side. Armour, it’s not very evident, hidden under layers of elegant clothing. For the most part Isaac looks the part of a nobleman armed to protect himself from wandering highwaymen. Certainly an odd visitor to the likes of the Citadel staff, though in some part of the travelers mind he couldn’t help but wonder if there had been stranger looking fighters here than himself.
The warrior’s mind is wandering as he lingers in the halls of the Citadel.
Too long…
It had been far too long. That night…he had only his sword, his father’s soldiers stalking the streets, looking. Looking for him. The shadows had been his friends that fateful night, that night in which Isaac took control of his life, fleeing his heritage to hide in Concordia. Looking back, the knight didn’t know what he’d been thinking. Chalk it up to teenage pride, arrogance…stubbornness.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for the experience back then that I have now…
“Sir? May I help you?” The monk's voice was strong and burst Isaac’s daydreams like one of those comic speech bubbles. “I’m sorry? Oh…yes, right. I forgot.” At these words, the monk smiled congenially, understanding. They catered to all sorts here; one daydreaming knight wasn’t all that odd. “Well, if you’re hoping to stay the night, we have an opening available, just for you. Completely free of charge.”
Isaac was oblivious to the subtle hint within the man’s words, and didn’t connect the buildings purpose to the insidious machinations now no doubt flowing through this unassuming monk’s mind. Of course, Isaac couldn’t read minds, but there was a nagging suspicion…he’d never heard of the Citadel acting as a hotel for weary travelers.
But then again, it had been years since Isaac had last visited Radasanth.
“Thank you, a room…that’d be nice.” Now that he thought about it, he was feeling kind of tired. Sleep was welcome, though the warrior had had no intention of it. Isaac was led down hallways and tunnels, open air pathways and the works. The two, monk and knight, reached a wooden doorway and the monk spoke up. “Nearly there, sir. Through here…Brother Callus has been redecorating.” Isaac blinked. “Uh…right.” The door was opened and Isaac was ushered into hickory heaven. Or rather, an amalgamation of various woods. Starkly contrasting with the brick and stonework of most of the Citadel, this hallway was basically all wood. Inset in the walls were circular view ports, like what you’d see on a naval ship. There was nothing to see through them of course, this hallway being inside the walls of the Citadel and all.
“…Brother Callus was a sailor before his conversion. He’s been aching to transform this place into his own little hideaway. Not right in the head, you see. Never was since that one time…” The monk trailed off, then smiled disarmingly. “Well! Your room is down the hall. You can’t miss it; it’s the last door on the left. If you have any questions, Brother Callus sleeps right across from you, in the other room.”
Isaac thanked the helpful monk and entered his room. He was a very confused knight as he slipped off the sheath at his side and placed the kite shield against the wall. These monks, they were very friendly people. A far cry from many of the people Isaac had run into over the years. He didn’t have any time to think any more, for behind him the door creaked pen and he heard a wavering voice speak before everything went black.
“Another? Ooo~ Oh no, wait, this one is the first volunteer! Yay~!!”
Shuffle~
He woke up in the room. Looking around, everything was just the way he had left it before that voice had spoken. And there wasn’t even a bump on his head. He wasn’t knocked out…it was like he’d just fallen asleep.
Isaac gathered all his gear and strapped on Save the Queen. While he was buckling the sheath, he opened the door to a very odd scene.
He was on a boat. A double-masted ship, to be exact. From on high the sun shone down relentlessly, no clouds to be seen. Isaac was dumbfounded. Hadn’t he just been in Radasanth? And now? Why was he on the ocea-
“…What the?”
There was no sea, there was no water. There was only desert, as far as the eye can see. A lone ship upon a vast desert.
If Isaac wasn’t confused before, well he sure was confused now.
And then another monk appeared, walking out form across the deck to meet Isaac halfway. Only his gentlemanly nature prevented the wandering warrior from reaching forward and strangling the robed man. He did have his hand on Save the Queen, if that counts. “Where am I…and what is the meaning of this?” His words definitely held a threatening tone, though the monk seemed not to care.
“Why, in good hands, of course! But…this is all a test, oh yes indeed. You see, in a little while…well, you’re probably going to have company! Mhm. Yes, yes. Meeting new friends is always fun…but wait, there’s more!” Isaac had begun drawing his blade as the monk wasn’t answering his question.
“You’ve got to fiiiiight!” The monk had dashed off, back through a door at the end of the ship’s deck with Isaac hot on his heels. But when the knight opened the door, he was met with a narrow hallway and no sign of the monk. He had seemingly disappeared into thin air.
So commence wandering the ship, waiting for this other person…and some direly needed answers.
Information on Arena: The Ship is close to the size of The Black Pearl of Pirates of the Caribbean, if you need a visual reference. For weapons, if you want to use the environment, there are plenty of cannon balls, lengths of rope…etc. Everything you would find aboard a typical ‘old’ ship. Also, one hundred (100) yards, that’s 300 feet, out from the ship you’ll encounter a glass wall. There are no ‘ring-outs’ for this map.
How long has it been?
Before him stood a massive building, a cathedral of battle. The Citadel of Radasanth.
Radasanth…home. It’s been…
Great doors were pressed open, a lone figure strides into the complex. He’s dressed for…well, not war, that’s for certain. A kite shield upon his back, a sword at his side. Armour, it’s not very evident, hidden under layers of elegant clothing. For the most part Isaac looks the part of a nobleman armed to protect himself from wandering highwaymen. Certainly an odd visitor to the likes of the Citadel staff, though in some part of the travelers mind he couldn’t help but wonder if there had been stranger looking fighters here than himself.
The warrior’s mind is wandering as he lingers in the halls of the Citadel.
Too long…
It had been far too long. That night…he had only his sword, his father’s soldiers stalking the streets, looking. Looking for him. The shadows had been his friends that fateful night, that night in which Isaac took control of his life, fleeing his heritage to hide in Concordia. Looking back, the knight didn’t know what he’d been thinking. Chalk it up to teenage pride, arrogance…stubbornness.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for the experience back then that I have now…
“Sir? May I help you?” The monk's voice was strong and burst Isaac’s daydreams like one of those comic speech bubbles. “I’m sorry? Oh…yes, right. I forgot.” At these words, the monk smiled congenially, understanding. They catered to all sorts here; one daydreaming knight wasn’t all that odd. “Well, if you’re hoping to stay the night, we have an opening available, just for you. Completely free of charge.”
Isaac was oblivious to the subtle hint within the man’s words, and didn’t connect the buildings purpose to the insidious machinations now no doubt flowing through this unassuming monk’s mind. Of course, Isaac couldn’t read minds, but there was a nagging suspicion…he’d never heard of the Citadel acting as a hotel for weary travelers.
But then again, it had been years since Isaac had last visited Radasanth.
“Thank you, a room…that’d be nice.” Now that he thought about it, he was feeling kind of tired. Sleep was welcome, though the warrior had had no intention of it. Isaac was led down hallways and tunnels, open air pathways and the works. The two, monk and knight, reached a wooden doorway and the monk spoke up. “Nearly there, sir. Through here…Brother Callus has been redecorating.” Isaac blinked. “Uh…right.” The door was opened and Isaac was ushered into hickory heaven. Or rather, an amalgamation of various woods. Starkly contrasting with the brick and stonework of most of the Citadel, this hallway was basically all wood. Inset in the walls were circular view ports, like what you’d see on a naval ship. There was nothing to see through them of course, this hallway being inside the walls of the Citadel and all.
“…Brother Callus was a sailor before his conversion. He’s been aching to transform this place into his own little hideaway. Not right in the head, you see. Never was since that one time…” The monk trailed off, then smiled disarmingly. “Well! Your room is down the hall. You can’t miss it; it’s the last door on the left. If you have any questions, Brother Callus sleeps right across from you, in the other room.”
Isaac thanked the helpful monk and entered his room. He was a very confused knight as he slipped off the sheath at his side and placed the kite shield against the wall. These monks, they were very friendly people. A far cry from many of the people Isaac had run into over the years. He didn’t have any time to think any more, for behind him the door creaked pen and he heard a wavering voice speak before everything went black.
“Another? Ooo~ Oh no, wait, this one is the first volunteer! Yay~!!”
Shuffle~
He woke up in the room. Looking around, everything was just the way he had left it before that voice had spoken. And there wasn’t even a bump on his head. He wasn’t knocked out…it was like he’d just fallen asleep.
Isaac gathered all his gear and strapped on Save the Queen. While he was buckling the sheath, he opened the door to a very odd scene.
He was on a boat. A double-masted ship, to be exact. From on high the sun shone down relentlessly, no clouds to be seen. Isaac was dumbfounded. Hadn’t he just been in Radasanth? And now? Why was he on the ocea-
“…What the?”
There was no sea, there was no water. There was only desert, as far as the eye can see. A lone ship upon a vast desert.
If Isaac wasn’t confused before, well he sure was confused now.
And then another monk appeared, walking out form across the deck to meet Isaac halfway. Only his gentlemanly nature prevented the wandering warrior from reaching forward and strangling the robed man. He did have his hand on Save the Queen, if that counts. “Where am I…and what is the meaning of this?” His words definitely held a threatening tone, though the monk seemed not to care.
“Why, in good hands, of course! But…this is all a test, oh yes indeed. You see, in a little while…well, you’re probably going to have company! Mhm. Yes, yes. Meeting new friends is always fun…but wait, there’s more!” Isaac had begun drawing his blade as the monk wasn’t answering his question.
“You’ve got to fiiiiight!” The monk had dashed off, back through a door at the end of the ship’s deck with Isaac hot on his heels. But when the knight opened the door, he was met with a narrow hallway and no sign of the monk. He had seemingly disappeared into thin air.
So commence wandering the ship, waiting for this other person…and some direly needed answers.
Information on Arena: The Ship is close to the size of The Black Pearl of Pirates of the Caribbean, if you need a visual reference. For weapons, if you want to use the environment, there are plenty of cannon balls, lengths of rope…etc. Everything you would find aboard a typical ‘old’ ship. Also, one hundred (100) yards, that’s 300 feet, out from the ship you’ll encounter a glass wall. There are no ‘ring-outs’ for this map.