"As you all know.." The grizzled middle-aged man spoke in a deep loud voice, holding a crooked cane in his right hand, his left resting ontop of the right. "That our beloved Academy burned a few years ago by traitors of Dalmar. But do not be sad, though the loss of a great learning facility and several lives, I have been able to build something great! Something that many other men and women have dreamed to do, but I beat them to it.."
His lips curled up into a grin, a scar runs from the bottom of his right cheek to the right-side of his nose. "And that something, is this!" He rose his arms out, his body slightly turning and his left hand waving behind him at a enormous arena. "This Arena shall bring the people of the world entertainment beyond measure! Men and women shall sit and watch as brave men and slaves fight!" He looked back to the crowd, his golden eyes flashing acrossed them.
"I Leonardo Winter promise all of glorious Dalmar that this arena will not rob you of your money. But bring you great joy and make our great nation flourish!!" His arms pumped into the air as he held the cane, the crowd cheered out until he slowly brought his cane back down onto the upraised stand he was on.
"Now wonderful people of Dalmar and from every where else, come one, come all, and let this arena begin!!" He roared out to the crowd before he turned, making his way towards the large gates of the Arena, which started to come open for him and the crowd that came surging past him.
The Arena's ground was a combination of dirt, dust, and sand. The high walls had several metal spikes sticking out from them, each roughly large enough to grip in a mans hand. Six pillars stood around the outer edge of the grounds, each having long chains hanging from them, coming down from the very top to the floor, having enough slack to be the size of three men ontop of the other. Four parts of the wall were bar doors, lifted up near the top of the wall to allow men to exit or enter. The doors were on the north west, north east, south west, and south east of the wall. Finally in the center of the massive grounds was a caged floor that disappeared into darkness.
OOC: You may use your own characters and join through via being a gladiator(means you're a slave), a person watching, or a person that wishes to put his life at risk and fight in the arena. Or you can create your own, I do not care what you make, you can even make positions for yourself in the arena, like a slave trainer or something. Just know that if you do, my character will know yours and vice versa. When rping and you are curious exactly what the other is doing, MESSAGE HIM/HER. I want to try and keep this forum with no OOC banter in it. 'What other is doing' = Fighting or something. If you are wishing to know what time it is, ask me. At the moment it is late morning in the RP. I created this for you all to either fight in using description, watch the battles, or RP the life as a slave would.. Once more, do not OOC chat or fight in here please, if you need a certain description of the Arena, I will happily RP the enviroment.
The School of Dedicated Roleplayers [closed]
A general roleplay guild with emphasis on improving RPers.
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