Kurenai
Character
[member="Girlfriend"]
Dungeons beneath Shin's Fortress
In the dark, winding dungeons beneath this ash world's largest coliseum, the Thundering Dome, a host of gladiators gathered around a cauldron. The vast complex was rife with activity, as hundreds of warriors prepared to fight it out in the arena. Beside it was a woman in dark robes, the gladiators' healer... and bond sister. Nariko gestured for them to gather, visibly weakened and tired, considering she had just put out her own eye not two hours ago.
"Gather around, my brothers, my sisters. The time of our freedom is at hand... we have waited so long for this day, so many of our friends unable to see this day to fruition. Make no mistake, our master seeks to bleed us dry for all we are worth. But, I have found the key to our victory."
Nariko pulled back the cover of the bubbling cauldron. What should have been a last meal, was a concoction that marks their first day of freedom... or last day of life. She shook
An eyepatch covered her right eye, but one price to pay for this opportunity.
She poured the vile liquid into a human skull, decorated to be a cup.
"Drink... and freedom will be within your reach." She offered it to the nearest warrior.
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[member="Seras Goto"]
General Shin Bohan, or whatever the man called himself, walked with a confident strut accompanied by his entourage of techno-barbarian bodyguards. They were heading to the docking platforms to receive a special guest, the platforms jutting out from the massive, rock carved tower like a tree of metal. Here was the one man who lorded over radiation blasted ash world he called home. The Thundering Dome was an elegant fortress of steel and stone rose like gleaming swords from the wastes, points of civilization in a sea of endless desert. A massive dome covered the arena, which could hold pitched battles of unimaginable size, where lives could be spent as carelessly as credits.
His bodyguards were dressed in slapped on, hodge-podge suits of armor that seemed more appropriate in a junk yard than an armory. The General himself was dressed like a nobleman, with ornate armor over his coat. He was fat and well fed, whilst his soldiers and slaves were emaciated. Today he was going to sell slaves to the Sith... it didn't matter which, as long as their considerable wealth lined his pockets.
"Welcome to my cozy little corner of the galaxy! I am General Bohan. I am glad you made it for our great games... held only once every decade. We feature only the finest slaves, gladiators and entertainers. Once we have concluded the great games, you may have your pick of the survivors. Please, follow me, we have a wondrous day ahead!"
Dungeons beneath Shin's Fortress
In the dark, winding dungeons beneath this ash world's largest coliseum, the Thundering Dome, a host of gladiators gathered around a cauldron. The vast complex was rife with activity, as hundreds of warriors prepared to fight it out in the arena. Beside it was a woman in dark robes, the gladiators' healer... and bond sister. Nariko gestured for them to gather, visibly weakened and tired, considering she had just put out her own eye not two hours ago.
"Gather around, my brothers, my sisters. The time of our freedom is at hand... we have waited so long for this day, so many of our friends unable to see this day to fruition. Make no mistake, our master seeks to bleed us dry for all we are worth. But, I have found the key to our victory."
Nariko pulled back the cover of the bubbling cauldron. What should have been a last meal, was a concoction that marks their first day of freedom... or last day of life. She shook
An eyepatch covered her right eye, but one price to pay for this opportunity.
She poured the vile liquid into a human skull, decorated to be a cup.
"Drink... and freedom will be within your reach." She offered it to the nearest warrior.
------
[member="Seras Goto"]
General Shin Bohan, or whatever the man called himself, walked with a confident strut accompanied by his entourage of techno-barbarian bodyguards. They were heading to the docking platforms to receive a special guest, the platforms jutting out from the massive, rock carved tower like a tree of metal. Here was the one man who lorded over radiation blasted ash world he called home. The Thundering Dome was an elegant fortress of steel and stone rose like gleaming swords from the wastes, points of civilization in a sea of endless desert. A massive dome covered the arena, which could hold pitched battles of unimaginable size, where lives could be spent as carelessly as credits.
His bodyguards were dressed in slapped on, hodge-podge suits of armor that seemed more appropriate in a junk yard than an armory. The General himself was dressed like a nobleman, with ornate armor over his coat. He was fat and well fed, whilst his soldiers and slaves were emaciated. Today he was going to sell slaves to the Sith... it didn't matter which, as long as their considerable wealth lined his pockets.
"Welcome to my cozy little corner of the galaxy! I am General Bohan. I am glad you made it for our great games... held only once every decade. We feature only the finest slaves, gladiators and entertainers. Once we have concluded the great games, you may have your pick of the survivors. Please, follow me, we have a wondrous day ahead!"
