~Humphrey_Nonyton~
12-12-10, 07:21 PM
(Closed to Bellator Magus)
After his initiation into The Citadel's league, Humphrey had to say he was fairly disappointed with how his first battle turned out. Humphrey looked at The Citadel, and decided that if he was to make his career as a Freelance Makai Slayer, he better start slaying Makai. Walking towards the front gates of The Citadel, Humphrey looked at a nearby reception area. He calmly walked towards the gathered Monks of the Order and nodded to them with considerable respect. Humphrey knew that the illusion and curative powers of The Monks were known throughout the world.
Humphrey took a moment to study the architectural design aesthetics of The Citadel. It boasted arches contributed from The Dwarves of Jagged Mountains, and mortar and bricks contributed by them as well. Artistic aesthetics were contributed by The Elves of Concordia Forest. Humphrey's gaze returned back to the head of The Monks who stood before him now. There was a registration desk set up where several freelance adventurers, and members of The Citadel Leagues were visible. Humphrey had ventured into The Citadel on a previous occasion and was known to The Monks. They had analyzed Humphrey's combative tactical properties and added his information to their compendium of Citadel League fighters.
Humphrey smiled when he looked at The Monk.
"Ah. Sir Nonyton. Welcome back to The Citadel. What can we do for you today?" The Monk asked.
Humphrey grinned at the question. "Well I'm a little teed off at how things went with my last opponent, so I want to fight someone with a little competence than him." Humphrey said, his heart still wounded by the events of the last battle. Humphrey always pictured The Citadel Leagues, to be a more balanced affair. Skill versus skill, talent versus talent. Not a one sided affair where one opponent literally crushes the other. However, Humphrey was no quitter. He got back up on The Citadel horse and kept marching right on into the sunset. Humphrey would be remembered! Humphrey decided that a return to The Jagged Mountains would be necessary. He would regain his honour after the events of that last battle.
This is now about honour. This is not about a personal vendetta against The Makai. I will defeat a superior Makai! Humphrey's smile grew into a grin. "Well it's like this Master Elder." Humphrey began. "I would like to return to The Dwarves of The Jagged Mountains and reclaim my honour after my last battle with Jack Frost." Humphrey scowled as he thought of that Makai. Despite his best effort, Humphrey was unable to exorcise that devil. He would be better prepared for the next time he fought Jack Frost. "I would like to use the same Arena as before sire." Humphrey said.
"As you wish young Master." The Monk said softly. "Be aware that your battle strategem will be recorded for The Citadel Leagues." The monk said with a hint of seriousness in his voice.
"I am well aware."
"Then you may proceed to the same chamber you used before. Chamber Number Twelve." The monk said casually and waved Humphrey off.
***
Broiling fire pits were adorned with the carcasses of great boars and other beasts that were common to Concordia Forest. They were dragged back to The Jagged Mountains by the stout Dwarven folk. Humphrey had grown to like the long-bearded folk as he studied the folk in their natural habitat. He sat amongst them, drank amongst them, and ate amongst them. But he accepted that he was not one of them. He was an outsider in an alien culture but it was one that he respected. Humphrey did not like the taste of Ale, but he accepted it as part of the customary practices of The Dwarves. A frothing goblet of ale known as "Strong Hammer Whiskey" sat in front of Humphrey. It burned when it went down his throat, but Humphrey was growing to like the spicy flavor of the hard liquor.
He took several gulps of the substance before biting furiously down on a leg of some wild creature or another. The meat was grilled over an open fire, and Humphrey decided that he rather enjoyed the succulent flavor. Wiping the fur of his face from food debris and grease, Humphrey was full and rather content with the situation. He'd been eating with The Dwarves in their feast for several hours now, socializing and getting to know his superior officers. It was adequate training. Most important, he was beginning to learn The Dwarves' native tongue. Humphrey looked at the foreman of the mining company he had joined prior to the battle with Jack Frost. The man addressed Humphrey.
"You have to return to that mine-shaft today Humphrey. You are getting better at basic Mining Skills. Once you meet your quotas for the day, you can have the rest of the day off. We shall be certain to send you a suitable opponent for your training. He will now how to find you. And Humphrey, take this with you. On top of your mining equipment." The foreman handed Humphrey a small orb. Humphrey could see the powerful rune symbol etched on the clear orb. Humphrey felt magic within it. "It's a glow-ball. Simple artifact really. We don't want you getting lost in the dark now." The foreman said.
Humphrey nodded.
***
After he'd fixed the glow-ball on a light fixture near his person, Humphrey blinked several times as the rune attached to the object lit up. It brilliantly released a glowing light. Humphrey sighed but kept a smile on his face, he was always ready for a good battle. He was always ready to put a Makai to it's eternal peace. Humphrey picked up his mining pick and began to work on a nearby Iron Node. His muscles tensed as he prepared for many hours of hard physical labor...
...and soon, The Monks would bring him his opponent.
After his initiation into The Citadel's league, Humphrey had to say he was fairly disappointed with how his first battle turned out. Humphrey looked at The Citadel, and decided that if he was to make his career as a Freelance Makai Slayer, he better start slaying Makai. Walking towards the front gates of The Citadel, Humphrey looked at a nearby reception area. He calmly walked towards the gathered Monks of the Order and nodded to them with considerable respect. Humphrey knew that the illusion and curative powers of The Monks were known throughout the world.
Humphrey took a moment to study the architectural design aesthetics of The Citadel. It boasted arches contributed from The Dwarves of Jagged Mountains, and mortar and bricks contributed by them as well. Artistic aesthetics were contributed by The Elves of Concordia Forest. Humphrey's gaze returned back to the head of The Monks who stood before him now. There was a registration desk set up where several freelance adventurers, and members of The Citadel Leagues were visible. Humphrey had ventured into The Citadel on a previous occasion and was known to The Monks. They had analyzed Humphrey's combative tactical properties and added his information to their compendium of Citadel League fighters.
Humphrey smiled when he looked at The Monk.
"Ah. Sir Nonyton. Welcome back to The Citadel. What can we do for you today?" The Monk asked.
Humphrey grinned at the question. "Well I'm a little teed off at how things went with my last opponent, so I want to fight someone with a little competence than him." Humphrey said, his heart still wounded by the events of the last battle. Humphrey always pictured The Citadel Leagues, to be a more balanced affair. Skill versus skill, talent versus talent. Not a one sided affair where one opponent literally crushes the other. However, Humphrey was no quitter. He got back up on The Citadel horse and kept marching right on into the sunset. Humphrey would be remembered! Humphrey decided that a return to The Jagged Mountains would be necessary. He would regain his honour after the events of that last battle.
This is now about honour. This is not about a personal vendetta against The Makai. I will defeat a superior Makai! Humphrey's smile grew into a grin. "Well it's like this Master Elder." Humphrey began. "I would like to return to The Dwarves of The Jagged Mountains and reclaim my honour after my last battle with Jack Frost." Humphrey scowled as he thought of that Makai. Despite his best effort, Humphrey was unable to exorcise that devil. He would be better prepared for the next time he fought Jack Frost. "I would like to use the same Arena as before sire." Humphrey said.
"As you wish young Master." The Monk said softly. "Be aware that your battle strategem will be recorded for The Citadel Leagues." The monk said with a hint of seriousness in his voice.
"I am well aware."
"Then you may proceed to the same chamber you used before. Chamber Number Twelve." The monk said casually and waved Humphrey off.
***
Broiling fire pits were adorned with the carcasses of great boars and other beasts that were common to Concordia Forest. They were dragged back to The Jagged Mountains by the stout Dwarven folk. Humphrey had grown to like the long-bearded folk as he studied the folk in their natural habitat. He sat amongst them, drank amongst them, and ate amongst them. But he accepted that he was not one of them. He was an outsider in an alien culture but it was one that he respected. Humphrey did not like the taste of Ale, but he accepted it as part of the customary practices of The Dwarves. A frothing goblet of ale known as "Strong Hammer Whiskey" sat in front of Humphrey. It burned when it went down his throat, but Humphrey was growing to like the spicy flavor of the hard liquor.
He took several gulps of the substance before biting furiously down on a leg of some wild creature or another. The meat was grilled over an open fire, and Humphrey decided that he rather enjoyed the succulent flavor. Wiping the fur of his face from food debris and grease, Humphrey was full and rather content with the situation. He'd been eating with The Dwarves in their feast for several hours now, socializing and getting to know his superior officers. It was adequate training. Most important, he was beginning to learn The Dwarves' native tongue. Humphrey looked at the foreman of the mining company he had joined prior to the battle with Jack Frost. The man addressed Humphrey.
"You have to return to that mine-shaft today Humphrey. You are getting better at basic Mining Skills. Once you meet your quotas for the day, you can have the rest of the day off. We shall be certain to send you a suitable opponent for your training. He will now how to find you. And Humphrey, take this with you. On top of your mining equipment." The foreman handed Humphrey a small orb. Humphrey could see the powerful rune symbol etched on the clear orb. Humphrey felt magic within it. "It's a glow-ball. Simple artifact really. We don't want you getting lost in the dark now." The foreman said.
Humphrey nodded.
***
After he'd fixed the glow-ball on a light fixture near his person, Humphrey blinked several times as the rune attached to the object lit up. It brilliantly released a glowing light. Humphrey sighed but kept a smile on his face, he was always ready for a good battle. He was always ready to put a Makai to it's eternal peace. Humphrey picked up his mining pick and began to work on a nearby Iron Node. His muscles tensed as he prepared for many hours of hard physical labor...
...and soon, The Monks would bring him his opponent.