Salem
12-09-14, 01:22 PM
Round two; boy he was exciting. The word ecstatic came to mind, with the feeling of his blood pumping and heart racing. Salem had found his new form of crack so to speak. Walking down the stone make shift run way that lead to the high archway of the Citadel. There stood a man with a book. With a generous greeting he tipped his head with a smile,” My good man, I would like an arena if you please.” I need one with a large amount of old assortments. Maybe with something meant for a battle of elementals.” The elderly man smiled at him,” One moment sir."
And not even a five minutes later,"Right this way".
Salem's mind was fixed on taking up his next challenge in the arena. He didn't have grandeurs of delusion about who he was; he had a itch that needing scratching. He had spoken to his uncle to take time away from other task to resume training in combat. A little kid in a doughnut shop his uncle called it.
Al this passed though his head as he passed through maybe a hundred of different ideas as for what he hoped his new arena would be. Ultimately saying that is out of your control.Following him to the ever glowing bright green portal. The male stepped to the side,” This one should do very nicely.” With a brisk nod he took to the portal and stepped through. Man the room was in all a master piece to be trashed with flying objects fire balls and broken glass.
The floor was made of nothing but frosted glass. It looked odd yet exciting once there was blood flowing on it. In each or the four corner stood a stone fountain. Roughly three foot tall and shaped like a dragon’s head; with a thin yet steady stream of water being released from its jaws. Fire flicked and danced on its fixtures attached to pillars. In the center of every wall there was a pillar curved in the manner of a gargoyles. Each with their stomach hollowed out holding a fire place. The mouth of each beast holding. This room was marvelous; it truly was a site to see.
Caught up in the moment Salem walked over to the far end to the room as pulled a black cloth bag from his pocket. Yes, he thought this would be a perfect time to use this and creep someone out. Pulling the bag over his head he felt the magic took hold. His head was now literally invisible. Of course no one would see but his grin was a mile wide at this moment.
Making his way to far pillar and turning around he leaned against the white marble stone looking and waiting for the portal to shine bright like a diamond release some all-powerful beastie to take on. But in tell the point and time he pondered several methods of offensive ideas. His first being to play with his opponent mind because he had no head...
However; Salem was a decent fighter but he couldn't help but remember his last encounter not to long ago. He had used some dirty tricks to win. He wasn't against a good dirty deed being done but felt that he wanted just one clear win that he could hey I got that "W" fair and square. Salem laughed at himself there is no such thing as a fair fight you fool..
Laughing like an evil boy genius in your standard horror film he was enjoying this way to much.
And not even a five minutes later,"Right this way".
Salem's mind was fixed on taking up his next challenge in the arena. He didn't have grandeurs of delusion about who he was; he had a itch that needing scratching. He had spoken to his uncle to take time away from other task to resume training in combat. A little kid in a doughnut shop his uncle called it.
Al this passed though his head as he passed through maybe a hundred of different ideas as for what he hoped his new arena would be. Ultimately saying that is out of your control.Following him to the ever glowing bright green portal. The male stepped to the side,” This one should do very nicely.” With a brisk nod he took to the portal and stepped through. Man the room was in all a master piece to be trashed with flying objects fire balls and broken glass.
The floor was made of nothing but frosted glass. It looked odd yet exciting once there was blood flowing on it. In each or the four corner stood a stone fountain. Roughly three foot tall and shaped like a dragon’s head; with a thin yet steady stream of water being released from its jaws. Fire flicked and danced on its fixtures attached to pillars. In the center of every wall there was a pillar curved in the manner of a gargoyles. Each with their stomach hollowed out holding a fire place. The mouth of each beast holding. This room was marvelous; it truly was a site to see.
Caught up in the moment Salem walked over to the far end to the room as pulled a black cloth bag from his pocket. Yes, he thought this would be a perfect time to use this and creep someone out. Pulling the bag over his head he felt the magic took hold. His head was now literally invisible. Of course no one would see but his grin was a mile wide at this moment.
Making his way to far pillar and turning around he leaned against the white marble stone looking and waiting for the portal to shine bright like a diamond release some all-powerful beastie to take on. But in tell the point and time he pondered several methods of offensive ideas. His first being to play with his opponent mind because he had no head...
However; Salem was a decent fighter but he couldn't help but remember his last encounter not to long ago. He had used some dirty tricks to win. He wasn't against a good dirty deed being done but felt that he wanted just one clear win that he could hey I got that "W" fair and square. Salem laughed at himself there is no such thing as a fair fight you fool..
Laughing like an evil boy genius in your standard horror film he was enjoying this way to much.