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BattleMage
01-15-10, 02:37 AM
The glittery halls of the Citadel were seemingly bare on this harsh winter afternoon. Finally the short handsome faced elf would try his skill in a fight. Until now he refused to enter the place of the great Ai'Bron monks on account that he feared defeat. He was a strong willed man with a sensitive sense of confidence. The Citadel was known for it's epic battles and Derrick Magnum feared losing in such a prestigious place.

Man this place is a lot different on the inside!

Derrick's jaws dropped to reveal a look of awe. In each direction were halls lined with stone pillars and masterwork statues. Above him was a roof lit by hovering balls of red flame. The leather trousered mage entered and couldn't help feeling a bit out of place. Normally he was radiant with cofidence and could easily charm small town babes. Radasanth women were different though, it seemed most of them were after fame and fortune. Two qualities that were very foreign to Derrick. That was why he left his small village in Underwood though. Derrick was a fame seeker.

Derrick was suddenly taken from his state of awe by the cold stare of a chubby monk, "Let me guess you're here for a fight, correct?"

Derrick smiled, shrugging off the hint of attitude that coated the monks voice. "Yeah... I guess you get that a lot huh."

"Certainly do young man!"

"Well is there anything I have to do? I am kind of new to this type of stuff."

"Just follow me mage." The monk turned revealing a set of sweating neck rolls that reflected the red flames above.

The monk led Derrick to a small chamber with a heavy oak door. The seemingly small room didn't seem small enough for Derrick to scratch his ass in, let alone fight somebody. Inside the chamber was a hovering blue flame that hardly lit the room, but revealed bare walls that would've been hidden otherwise.

"So is this a waiting room or something?" Derrick questioned, wondering if this was some kind of joke.

"No this is where you will be fighting." The monk opened the heavy door and motioned Derrick to go inside, "Now please enter here sir."

With a simple shrug and a smile Derrick entered and leaned against the plain walls. A snug comedic look spread across Derrick's face as the monk closed the door. The room was shrouded with silence and the simple dance of the blue flame illuminated the walls within.

Whatever happens next I'm ready!

Derrick's face was painted with amazement as the room around him shifted under the gentle violent of the blue flame. The dance of the flame intensified and now grew and shrunk at will. Suddenly the flame burst and for a few moments caused Derrick to go blind.

Upon the restoration of his eyes the room around Derrick had changed completely. It was now a long hall full of mirrors that reflected images infinitely. At first sight Derrick almost developed a minor case of nausea, but worked hard to swallow what arose from deep within. The maze of mirrors around him was going to play a great role in his up coming fight.

Ivory Evil
01-15-10, 03:04 AM
The citadel, it reeked of humiliation. The last time Van left it's halls he had suffered defeat at the hands of a ruthless revenant. Something deep arose in Van from his loss though and was now returning a new man. The cocksure grinning man that fought here before was now dead, leaving behind a bitter shell of hate and rage. Van still wore the ivory business suit that set him apart from the other warriors that roamed the beautiful halls of the Citadel. The red flame above reflected off of his suit that gave Van an eerie red tint that matched his crimson eyes well.

The ivory villain was approached by a sneaky monk and was caught by surprise. The monk was a thin and pale and was very typical to the first image that comes to mind when 'monk' is mentioned. He carried himself with elegance though as he gripped the muscular shoulder of Van.

"What is it you seek?" The monk questioned in a wise manor hinting that he already knew the answer.

"I want to fight man..."

"Well young one, you came to the right place... The Citadel is a beacon for the worlds best fighters!"

"Yeah I've been through the whole routine monk. Just show me to my room and work your magic!"

The thin monk led the handsome Van to a strong looking door. With a quick tug the monk opened the door revealing a dark room within. Van quickly entered and waved to the monk before being enclosed. Within seconds Van was engulfed in a bright light and when he came to he was surrounded by infinite images of himself.

Damn I look great!

Van poked the tinted shades that hid the crimson eyes underneath. As Van turned to check himself out from all angles he spotted a difference in a set of mirrors.

This time I go straight for the kill!

Van removed his sword from its ivory sheath and moved with caution through the mirrors. His navigation through the mirrors was difficult to say the least. He clashed into a mirror causing it to crack slightly and a loud sound was echoed.

Damnit!

Van knew sounds would play a huge factor in this fight.

BattleMage
01-15-10, 03:43 AM
Down a long corridor of mirrors came an echo the made the hair's on Derrick's neck rise. In the distance he spotted a nicely dressed man walking carefully toward him. Derrick quickly concluded that the long hall led from one large room to another. He currently was standing in the opposite room from his slowly advancing foe. Derrick readied his staff, Astra, and glanced in the mirrors that surrounded him.

With a grin and a nod Derrick waved to his opponent, "Hey buddy! I'm down here!"

Derrick's voice echoed off the reflecting walls reaching his opponent seconds later at the other end.

"The names Derrick Magnum, no hard feelings man but I'm going to have to kill you!"

Derrick wasn't really a violent man but the blood that now surged to his head was distorting his view. He now felt like a different man entirely. He was drunken with adrinaline and felt like he was much stronger than he really was. Even in this state though a strategy brewed deep within his mind. He waited his opponents slow approach, still wearing the same slimy smile that painted his face moments before.