Urei
07-26-14, 11:36 AM
(Edit: Now closed. Thank you)
A soft fire blazed nonchalantly in the corner of the room, giving light to a musky and dank room. Stone cobbles lined the floor and walls, hinting at a lack of materials or creativity in its construction. Some strange gray-furred animal had died to supply the rug covering the majority of the large interior. A few tarnished and dented shields emblazoned with the symbol of a long-forgotten king hung from the walls, flanked by long moth-eaten tapestries depicting vague scenes of battle. On either side of the dim fire large stone thrones rest, angled inwards to coldly inspect the center of the room. Found as the centerpiece was a shallow pit with strange concentric grooves cut into it. The room had only one entrance, featured as oversized wooden doors. Unless of course one wished to enter via the stained glass windows that rested in the long hallway designed to give standing room to hundreds.
Tall and pale, a figure stood in the center of the room. His arms were crossed over a bare and marbled chest that sported a lean figure. An aura of malice radiated from him, and a soft sadistic smile settled on his lips. Two bright amber eyes stared patiently at the grand double doors, waiting for someone to enter.
Leir had wandered into the Citadel a few days ago, unaware of his surroundings and barely awake from his long slumber. What he had found was a haven, a paradise for a creature such as himself. It would be his cocoon as he regained control over his muscles and reassured his abilities. Numbness and lethargy had accrued over the decades of inactivity and this immortal arena proved useful to limber his war-forged body back into killing shape. No conscious part of his mind admitted that it also provided a safe environment, since his natural regeneration had not yet been recovered.
A soft fire blazed nonchalantly in the corner of the room, giving light to a musky and dank room. Stone cobbles lined the floor and walls, hinting at a lack of materials or creativity in its construction. Some strange gray-furred animal had died to supply the rug covering the majority of the large interior. A few tarnished and dented shields emblazoned with the symbol of a long-forgotten king hung from the walls, flanked by long moth-eaten tapestries depicting vague scenes of battle. On either side of the dim fire large stone thrones rest, angled inwards to coldly inspect the center of the room. Found as the centerpiece was a shallow pit with strange concentric grooves cut into it. The room had only one entrance, featured as oversized wooden doors. Unless of course one wished to enter via the stained glass windows that rested in the long hallway designed to give standing room to hundreds.
Tall and pale, a figure stood in the center of the room. His arms were crossed over a bare and marbled chest that sported a lean figure. An aura of malice radiated from him, and a soft sadistic smile settled on his lips. Two bright amber eyes stared patiently at the grand double doors, waiting for someone to enter.
Leir had wandered into the Citadel a few days ago, unaware of his surroundings and barely awake from his long slumber. What he had found was a haven, a paradise for a creature such as himself. It would be his cocoon as he regained control over his muscles and reassured his abilities. Numbness and lethargy had accrued over the decades of inactivity and this immortal arena proved useful to limber his war-forged body back into killing shape. No conscious part of his mind admitted that it also provided a safe environment, since his natural regeneration had not yet been recovered.