Guts and Glory

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5th of Ashan 719

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5th of Ashan, Arc 719

Rumors had been flying around for several trials that the Temple of Raskalarn was preparing for a large event, and on the fifth of Ashan, they proved true. As dawn broke over the day, every Yari who'd won a spar or duel in Raskalarn's temple within the last cycle would find an invitation at their doorstep; There was to be a battle royale in front of the temple in the Conqueror's honor, open to all who had proved their mettle in the temple. The winner of the match would earn a small purse, and have the opportunity to duel the head priest to prove their mettle. 


Praetorum had hesitated when he'd first gotten the invitation, uncertain if he should go or not. He had fought a number of bouts in the temple, even won a few, but he could still feel the suspicion and hostility from many of the priests towards a shieldbearer who had yet to explain why he kept returning. He couldn't blame them, but he couldn't deny that it made him uncomfortable too. Still, perhaps this would be a chance to, as they put it, prove his mettle to them. 


Why he was so determined to prove himself to them was a question he did not want to ask himself, so he didn't. Instead, he began to buckle on his armor, carefully tying tight each piece of plate. He'd only worn his leather armor to the temple before, but in this case... it would feel wrong, he decided, to give them anything less than his best showing. 


When Praetorum arrived at the temple, he got more than a few surprised looks. Those who had met him before knew he spoke in the accent of the Eternal Empire, and now, wearing jet black plate—albeit with the crests painted over and an orange clawprint over the right shoulder—it seemed that some were beginning to put the pieces together.

An acolyte of the temple he'd met and fought, Kathalie Wintress, strode up to him, sword already in her hand. "Pulled out the old legionaire armor, have you?" She asked without preamble. "You've been holding out on us."

"You have me dead to rights." He inclined his head, raising his scythe in greeting. "When does the tournament start?"


"You're right on time." She led him off to the side, where a handful of other armed Yari were waiting. "The match starts in a few bits." She smirked. "This tournament's to disarm or disable. You're lucky it's not to unconsciousness. Not too late to back out, you know."


Praetorum returned her smirk, tower shield thumping against the ground. "Not a chance."
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Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

Head

  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand
  • A ring of light around his left forearm

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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☠ 5th of Ashan, Arc 719 ☠
☠ Mood: Confident
☠ Company: Warriors at the Temple of Raskalarn
☠ Current Thought: Look proudly on me Raskalarn
☠ Current Theme: Bury Me Low
☠ Attire: Masterwork Armor
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Cervantez had been at the temple of raskalarn for quite sometime. This place held the only good memories he retained of his father. He was relaxed her of all places when not out in the fields perfecting his craft.

Cervantez was geared up in his special armor, ready to partake in the tourney that was happening here. He always seemed to missed these gatherings, but this trial he would be able to participate. He did his best to hide his glee at the fact he was going to have a chance to garner the favor of Raskalarn.

His flaming orbs scanned the arena under the brim of his hat, and he could see some good talent among those present. He like many who were in attendance were restless to get things to unfold. He was curious as to how this was going to go, but he left that up to the grand conqueress to decide, this was in her honor after all.

As he surveyed the area, he noticed that the eyes of many where on him, and a smirk fell on his face. To others, it may have looked like discontent from others. In his eyes, however, it was a symbol that he dominated the immediate area.

He was a threat, which in a contest of combat most lothar were. If it wasn't for their martial skill, it was for their ability to take hits like a mountain. It made him smile knowing that he was the biggest competition in the arena.

That was until he saw the ithecal that appeared. It had been quite some time since he fought one of those. ☠
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Kathalie left him to study his competition, but not before leaving him with one final warning. "Give this fight everything you have. Shieldbearer." Praetorum nodded at her retreating back, grasping her meaning. Until now, he'd fought in Raskalarn's temple without using his mark—out of respect, out of fear, out of pride, out of some confusing combination of all three. But not this fight. This one, he would fight with everything he had. 


Most of the Yari he would be facing today were the usual mix of combatants, many of them mercenaries and Krorros marked. All strong and capable. but some were more clearly warriors than others. But one stood out among the rest, quite dramatically; A Lotharro stood apart from the rest, clad in what seemed to be black and red leather armor. Many of its frills and features were as eyecatching as they were unnecessary, in Praetorum's opinion, but it certainly did do an excellent job of highlighting the man's most prominent feature; where his eyes should have been, there was nothing but bare bone, flickering with an eerie light. Praetorum's hide crawled slightly at the sight, but he shook it off, closely studying this opponent in particular. 


Despite his empty eye sockets, he looked around like he could see, and having gotten used to Edyn's various.. mutations, he didn't doubt the man could. But what sort of magic did this represent, he wondered? Defiance? The flaming eyes didn't seem quite right, but he had nothing else to compare it too. Eyes aside, he was clearly very fit, armed with a weapon but no shield, and no Krorros mark either. 


Catching the Lotharro's eye, Praetorum inclined his head in acknowledgement, the barest traces of a smile on his lips.. With any luck, the two of them would meet in the ring, and get a chance to fight uninterrupted. It had been a while since Praetorum's competitive streak had flared up, but here it was now; he wanted to win this. More than that, he wanted to be the one to beat this man everyone else was looking at so nervously. 


A drum sounded, signalling that the match was soon to begin. Around the arena, ribbons had been carefully placed on the ground, each about a spear's length away from each other. Gesturing animatedly at the ribbons, one of the priests told them the rules; they were to each take a ribbon, and stand in the spot where they'd picked it up until the match began. Once everyone had a ribbon, they were to tie it to their weapon. This duel was, as Kathalie had told Praetoru, to disable or disarm; it didn't matter if a disarmed combatant were able to immediately retrieve a new weapon or make one out of nothing; a ribbonless weapon was not permissible to use in the duel. That being said, a combatant disarmed had two trills to steal someone else's weapon before being properly disqualified. 


Aside from that, the battle was winner takes all: the purse, the fame, and the duel with the head priest. Priests and acolytes surrounded the arena, weapons sheathed as they watched the combatants take up their places. Praetorum caught Kathalie's eye, and smiled, tying a gray ribbon onto his scythe. He was ready. Whether anyone else was or not.


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Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

Head

  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand
  • A ring of light around his left forearm

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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☠ 5th of Ashan, Arc 719 ☠
☠ Mood: Confident
☠ Company: Warriors at the Temple of Raskalarn
☠ Current Thought: Look proudly on me Raskalarn
☠ Current Theme: Bury Me Low
☠ Attire: Masterwork Armor
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Cervantez watched the combatants as they filled the temple, noting one such combatant. He snarled under his breath as it was an ithecal, and as much as he commended the race, he hated fighting against them. It was a true pain in the ass to do so.

The tournament seemed simple enough in his....flaming orbs, but that didnt mean he could through caution to the wind. He hadn't gotten this strong to lose now, and he would make sure to come out the victor of this tourney, hoping to impress Raskalarn. He was anxious to get started, and show what he was made of.

As things kicked off, the rules were explained, and each participant was directed toward a ribbon. Cervantez noticed that the Ithecal was on the far end of the arena, and he would have to be dealt with quickly. That's when he saw it, looking around the arena.

All eyes were on him, every combatant seemed to be trained on the Lothar, and if they were looking at him, they were sizing up the Ithecal. He was surprised, thins always happened when he took to the field in these tournaments. He braced himself as he was certain the warriors to his left and right would go for him first.

Knowing that he had to handle them quickly, opting for a favorite tactic. Once the bout began he'd show them that he was not the target to go for. ☠
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As the rest of the competitors took their places, Praetorum quickly drew runes of strength over his arms, and prepared a rune of endurance over his torso. He'd probably need to disperse it later in the fight. Ideally, he would have been able to get chained runes of strength and endurance on his legs, but it seemed he'd run out of time. 


This was, in hindsight, something he probably should have done earlier. Ah, well. Live and learn. 


The Lotharro had been placed on the other side of the arena from him, Prae noted with amusement. Had that been deliberate? It would certainly make for an interesting display. Especially as it seemed he and the Lotharro had been singled out by their competitors. How would the others play this, Prae wondered? Some, probably the closer ones, might try and swarm him, take out the most dangerous competition first; others might stay away, wait for the early attackers to soften him up before coming at him themselves. Maybe some would team up? Prae wasn't quite sure yet. His grasp on Yari psychology was still somewhat lacking. 


Prae raised his shield and scythe as the last fighters took up their ribbons. The head priest, a champion of Raskalarn, strode up to the edge of the arena, her head held high. There was no ceremony, no speech, only the ringing of a sword being drawn from a scabbard and raised high. "Begin!"

Praetorum whirled around at a noise from behind, raising his shield in time to catch a mace crashing down towards his head. A human, lightly armored, heavily armed. Without hesitation, Prae stabbed out with his scythe, aiming for the human's uncovered weapon hand. The man pulled back in time to avoid losing fingers, but Prae had another, well loved trick up his sleeve. With a twist of his wrist, his scythe flipped so the hook was facing down. As the man pulled his hand back, the hooked side of Prae's scythe skidded down the haft of his weapon, and caught on the head of the mace. 


Then, before the human realized what was happening, Praetorum pulled, turning as he did so to yank the man's mace from his grip. With Prae's enhanced strength behind it, the mace went flying off behind him, sailing somewhere into the throng of fighters, leaving the man unarmed, and out of the fight. Still, the man had two trills to steal a weapon, so Prae lunged forwards, knocking him backwards with his shield. The man went reeling, and Prae stepped around him, using the man as a barrier between Praetorum and the other fighters.

This also had the effect of bringing Prae closer to the edge of the arena, where he wouldn't have to worry about more attacks coming in from behind. 


Raskalarn knew he was going to need every advantage he could get, Prae thought as he spotted another two Yari approaching. This was going to be a long fight.

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Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

Head

  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand
  • A ring of light around his left forearm

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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☠ 5th of Ashan, Arc 719 ☠
☠ Mood: Confident
☠ Company: Warriors at the Temple of Raskalarn
☠ Current Thought: Look proudly on me Raskalarn
☠ Current Theme: Bloodstained Philosophy
☠ Attire: Masterwork Armor
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"Look proudly on me Raskalarn."
he whispered, looking around the arena one last time as things kicked off. Without even thinking he lept back a few feet, placing his back near the wall of the arena, limiting any chance for them to attack from behind. There were four combatants that chose to take him out first, and he was contemplating how to go about dispatching them without loosing his ribbon.

He decided to go with his guns, and charged in, and once within striking distance of them unleashed a fog of sap. With that in play, Cervantez clashed with all four warriors his large blade whirling around in a display of power and control. This was the first time he used the group style of his swordplay and was impressed that it was working.

With each one engaged, he decided to take it up a notch, sidestepping one combatant as they lunged forward at him, allowing him to grasp their sword arm by the wrist. In several trills, a cloud of withering necrotic ether enveloped his hand and did all the damage the necromancer needed before releasing his hold.

Cervantez and those he was fighting watched as the warrior dropped their sword and writhed in agony, which caused the flaming orbed man to turn to the others, his right hand covered in withering ether and a look of amusement on his face as he charged them. ☠
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5th of Ashan, Arc 719

The two yari coming in for him seemed surprisingly well coordinated, all things considered. Perhaps they were husband and wife? They looked like they had worked together before, with the spear wielder covering the swordsman from behind. It was— Prae reflected as they came into range— a bit like the formation his own team had used in the legion; gladius wielders advancing, polearm wielders a step behind and to the right, protecting their ally's unshielded side with their superior range. 


It was a good tactic, that protected the front and flanks rather well. In fact, brute force aside, the only major weakness this formation had was from behind. 


So that's exactly where Prae attacked. 


The thing was, humans never expected an eight foot tall Ithecal to move quickly. Let alone as quickly as a Paltharnum could. So even after seeing Prae plant a foot against the wall, the couple seemed utterly stunned when Praetorum broke into a sprint, passing by their left side before they could think to react. Skidding to a stop behind them, he let momentum swing his shield out, and twisted to slam that shield into the woman's back. 


Augmented by his Hone runes, the force of his blow sent her and her partner both crashing against the walls of the arena. Prae had a single moment to think about finishing them off, before another Yari stepped up to challenge him, a Krorros marked woman, dual wielding a scimitar with a short sword. Both weapons had a ribbon on it, Prae noted; had she stolen an opponent's weapon? He parried her first blow, and blocked the second, shoving her short sword back towards her. Planting a foot on her chest, he kicked, sending her stumbling far back enough that he could use his scythe properly. 


Out of the corner of his eye, Prae could see the couple picking themselves up again, and swore under his breath; the last thing he needed was to fight three opponents at once. The woman was stumbling to her feet, clutching half of a spear— must have snapped against the wall when Prae had hit them— while the man was still on his knees, shaking his head. Concussion, maybe?


Well, if he hadn't had one before, he was certainly going to now. Darting closer, Praetorum brought up the butt of his scythe, and slammed it into the back of the man's helmet, sending it clanging again against the wall. This time, the man dropped his sword to clutch at his skull, forfeiting his place in the tournament; his partner took a step towards them, and Prae brought the scythe up, narrowly missing the woman as she leaped backwards. 


Now, without her partner, and with her weapon damaged, the woman hesitated a moment, then turned to try her luck elsewhere in the arena. "So." He said, turning to where the Krorros marked stood, watching with a smirk on her face. "We're doing this?"

She leaped at him in response.

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Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

Head

  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand
  • A ring of light around his left forearm

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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☠ 5th of Ashan, Arc 719 ☠
☠ Mood: Confident
☠ Company: Warriors at the Temple of Raskalarn
☠ Current Thought: Look proudly on me Raskalarn
☠ Current Theme: Bloodstained Philosophy
☠ Attire: Masterwork Armor
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The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out around Cervantez as he was fighting off both of his combatants. They both seemed skilled in their preferred weapons, and he could admire that level of dedication to the craft. It was something he wished he could admire more, but now was not the time for such things.

No, he had to lessen the number of enemies as soon as possible. Mid-dance between clashing with both their blades, Cervantez unleashed a thick fog of sapping miasma. Both warriors were unexpectedly caught in the torrent of debilitating smoke. As they fell to the floor, their energy to fight vanishing from their bodies, Cervantez approached and gripped the wrist of the one closest to him.

His hand became engulfed in the power of Wither, and the warrior let out a scream of agony as his sword arm became useless. he did the same to the other hand, then turned to the other male who had been attacking him in tandem. he too received the same treatment as the other. Both men writhed in horror and pain as the necromancer may have taken more than just their ability to fight.

He knew such actions would come back to bite him, but he wasn't worried in the least. Just as he went to move on another warrior, a woman, came charge at him. Using her momentum against her, he waited till she was too close to react, and bashed her ribcage with the flat side of his greatsword, and with the strength, he put behind the hit alongside the speed she was running at, the impact sent her tumbling across the arena till she slammed into the wall.

He had taken three out, but there was still more fodder to handle, not to mention the ithecal that was here as well. He would have to deal with him sooner or later, but he decided it was best to not the major competition out now. He sprinted across the arena to where the lizard was, only to see he was dealing with a warrior far more capable than he thought.

Circling to the woman's rear he watched as the two engaged. The closer his flamming orbs looked at her the more he recognized what she was. She had Raskalarn's mark. He had trained at the temple enough to know one of her marked when he sees them. It seemed now that his original plan had changed.

if she was left unchecked, she could end up winning this entire thing, which didnt sit well with him, so he decided to give the lizard some aid. When she lunged at him, he used that moment to close the distance, aiming to Plant a hand full of Wither on the back of her head. If she somehow managed to move out of range of his grip, he would have to make sure not to hit the ithecal as he would need the strength of the creature if he wanted to take her out. ☠
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5th of Ashan, Arc 719

Facing an opponent with two weapons, Praetorum knew that just hiding behind his shield meant he ran the risk of being skewered with one weapon while avoiding the other. So when his opponent lunged at him, he didn't simply block; instead, he side stepped her attack, angling his shield so the weapon closest to him glanced off his shield and went skidding past him, using her own body as a barrier to her attack. 


Whipping his tail to the side to give himself momentum, Prae spun on his heel to attack, dropping into a half crouch for balance, only to find the Krorros had caught her balance already, and was coming back in for another blow, this time from above. 


Crouched as he was, Prae knew he didn't have a chance of getting in an attack from this close. So instead, as she came in, he raised his shield, and surged upwards, catching the woman's lithe body on it, and then, using her own momentum against her, turned, and threw her over his head using his tower shield. 


She twisted in mid-air, landing on her hands and feet, and Prae readied himself for another attack, mind whirling through possibilities. Past her shoulder, he caught sight of the Lotharro, watching them both avidly. If he could use them against each other....

The woman charged, and the Lotharro did too, one of his hands gathering with some sort of energy. Magic, no doubt, and to Praetorum's eye, one that looked a worrisome amount like Krorros's explosion ability. If he could knock the woman back into that, without getting too close himself, that would be the ideal, set them fighting one another. 


Darting in close—but not too close—to meet her, Prae feinted with his scythe at her head, then slashed at her legs, forcing her to jump back, and into the Lotharro's reach.

Unfortunately for Cervantez, that would also put him within her reach. And so even as his withering touch brushed against her shoulder, her own right arm swung backwards towards him, weapon discarded, an explosion already growing in her palm.
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Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

Head

  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand
  • A ring of light around his left forearm

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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☠ 5th of Ashan, Arc 719 ☠
☠ Mood: Confident
☠ Company: Warriors at the Temple of Raskalarn
☠ Current Thought: Look proudly on me Raskalarn
☠ Current Theme: Bloodstained Philosophy
☠ Attire: Masterwork Armor
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It was a good thing he had caught her shoulder with his Withering Touch, or else the end result would have been far worse. His grip, for as long as he could hold it, tightened on her shoulder. He could see the damage it was doing to her flesh, muscle and bones as he decayed her. Then came the blast.

It had enough force to blow the necromancer away from the battle and send him skidding across the floor. Shaking his head he struggled to stand up, the effects of such a force disorienting him greatly. To add to his troubles it seemed the blast had dislocated his shoulder, which hurt like all hell as he got to his feet. He couldnt let this stop him, not when he come so far as it is in this tournament.

With a loud roar, he began to bang his shoulder against the arena wall, repeatedly till he heard a certain sound. He was trying to pop his shoulder back in place, and after 10 or more slams, the pop of the limb going back into place filled his ears. The feeling of it was both painful and relieving all at once.

He picked up his blade and advanced to the ithecal and the woman. He needed to put an end to her soon, or this would go a direction he was not willing to accept. Luckily she would be dealing with the rotting effects of his Withering touch from earlier, and in that was their advantage in this fight. ☠
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