Silence Sei
08-06-12, 09:06 AM
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Sei Orlouge stood beside the Thayne Hromagh, the one known as ‘The Bull God’ to most. The deity had recently asked three favors of Sei, promising a blessing and protection for the Ixian Knights if the mute had performed his tasks admirably. It was for this reason that the Mystic found himself in the desert town of Fallien. The hot sun was beating down on him, forcing him to use one of his battle fans to cool himself.
Hromagh had asked Sei to start a tournament outside of the large walls of Fallien's primary town. The rules of the tournament were simple; the representatives for the Ixian Knights would keep fighting until they beat all other opponents, found themselves sullied by defeat, or managed to draw an audience out of the reclusive Fallien people.
Honestly, Sei was counting on the first two options way more than he was relying on the third. The people of Fallien were hermits, for all intents and purposes. Years of harpy attacks had caused the once docile people to lock themselves in a fortress town, and Sei’s recent war in Corone had caused the suspicious Fallien council to stop accepting trades from any other country. It seemed as though the failed war for Corone’s independence had affected more than just Corone itself.
Sei looked at the ‘arena’ if one could call it that. About two miles out of the way, several tents had been made for all the competitors. There were dozens, perhaps even a hundred of the makeshift homes. It seemed that Hromagh had pulled out all of the stops to make this a show nobody would easily forget.
Sei, not being one to just rely on one person, had actually entered several Ixian Knights representatives in this contest. Hromagh did not seem to mind this, as it prolonged the fights he enjoyed watching so. Sei had to wrestle a ‘no killing’ clause from the Thayne, but the Crow finally conceded the concept to the Butterfly. Now the two were sitting (or standing, in Sei’s case) on a tower at least a mile high into the air. Sitting on a throne of animal skulls was Hromagh, and Sei stood at his side with a simple wooden chair behind him.
He looked at the sand, at the way his vision altered when he focused on the heat emanating off of the soil. There was hardly anything around to use as an environmental weapon, though simply running ones skin into the hot sand might work to cause a little bit of pain. Sei had seen this as an opportunity not only to prove that the Ixian Knights were worthy of Hromagh’s blessing, but to also prove the merit of some of his newest recruits, people who had signed up once they had realized what the Ixian Knights were capable of.
This would be the tale of one of those recruits…
Sei Orlouge stood beside the Thayne Hromagh, the one known as ‘The Bull God’ to most. The deity had recently asked three favors of Sei, promising a blessing and protection for the Ixian Knights if the mute had performed his tasks admirably. It was for this reason that the Mystic found himself in the desert town of Fallien. The hot sun was beating down on him, forcing him to use one of his battle fans to cool himself.
Hromagh had asked Sei to start a tournament outside of the large walls of Fallien's primary town. The rules of the tournament were simple; the representatives for the Ixian Knights would keep fighting until they beat all other opponents, found themselves sullied by defeat, or managed to draw an audience out of the reclusive Fallien people.
Honestly, Sei was counting on the first two options way more than he was relying on the third. The people of Fallien were hermits, for all intents and purposes. Years of harpy attacks had caused the once docile people to lock themselves in a fortress town, and Sei’s recent war in Corone had caused the suspicious Fallien council to stop accepting trades from any other country. It seemed as though the failed war for Corone’s independence had affected more than just Corone itself.
Sei looked at the ‘arena’ if one could call it that. About two miles out of the way, several tents had been made for all the competitors. There were dozens, perhaps even a hundred of the makeshift homes. It seemed that Hromagh had pulled out all of the stops to make this a show nobody would easily forget.
Sei, not being one to just rely on one person, had actually entered several Ixian Knights representatives in this contest. Hromagh did not seem to mind this, as it prolonged the fights he enjoyed watching so. Sei had to wrestle a ‘no killing’ clause from the Thayne, but the Crow finally conceded the concept to the Butterfly. Now the two were sitting (or standing, in Sei’s case) on a tower at least a mile high into the air. Sitting on a throne of animal skulls was Hromagh, and Sei stood at his side with a simple wooden chair behind him.
He looked at the sand, at the way his vision altered when he focused on the heat emanating off of the soil. There was hardly anything around to use as an environmental weapon, though simply running ones skin into the hot sand might work to cause a little bit of pain. Sei had seen this as an opportunity not only to prove that the Ixian Knights were worthy of Hromagh’s blessing, but to also prove the merit of some of his newest recruits, people who had signed up once they had realized what the Ixian Knights were capable of.
This would be the tale of one of those recruits…