Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
Combatants: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Rexus Drath"]
Rules: GBA Standard. OLD SCHOOL.
Togoria stood a mere echo of what it once was.
Eight hundred years of constant war, plague, and conquest ravaged the seat of the Xendorian Guard. Where once Headhunters stood watch in the parapets, only dust scurried overhead. The wind howled in lieu of a crowd, and the arena thirsted for the blood that once wet its sands.
The beskar walls stood firm despite age and wear, though the less durable portions of the arena creaked and moaned whenever someone dared even to touch them.
Both elevators still functioned, left and right, which meant it was still possible to descend to the floor level and fight. They brought both combatants to the proving ground.
Whispers in the Force of great battles and men of myth and legend played in the ears of those able to listen.
This was the once renown Airine na Comhrac Dorchadas, Grand Arena of the Jen'jidai.
Rules: GBA Standard. OLD SCHOOL.
Togoria stood a mere echo of what it once was.
Eight hundred years of constant war, plague, and conquest ravaged the seat of the Xendorian Guard. Where once Headhunters stood watch in the parapets, only dust scurried overhead. The wind howled in lieu of a crowd, and the arena thirsted for the blood that once wet its sands.
The beskar walls stood firm despite age and wear, though the less durable portions of the arena creaked and moaned whenever someone dared even to touch them.
Both elevators still functioned, left and right, which meant it was still possible to descend to the floor level and fight. They brought both combatants to the proving ground.
Whispers in the Force of great battles and men of myth and legend played in the ears of those able to listen.
This was the once renown Airine na Comhrac Dorchadas, Grand Arena of the Jen'jidai.
