-Reggy the dockmaster-
(Matt, Loop, Arka.)
Reggy took an involuntary step back behind his guards as a chill ran up his spine, these people weren't afraid of a host of guards. That was impossible for poor Reggy to understand since the rulers of the island had placed him in charge of the docks, his word here was the law!
Taking a firm stance he glared at the knight standing before him, mangled and bruised but brimming with overconfidence that Reggy was sure would lead to the poor mans demise some day. readjusting his fine clothing he began to speak like the superior to a slave, "Listen you wretch. If you do not have the cash to dock then you need to disembark before this gets phys-" The words froze in his mouth for a moment as sweat began to crest his forhead, a presence he had felt so many times before.
Looking over his shirt, Reggy saw a man with short blonde hair with a colorful short-sleeved t-shirt and similar shorts on walking nonchalantly towards them. He was tall and well built, with a few scars decorating his arms and exposed legs. When he spoke, all the guards saluted awkwardly before moving to the side.
"Reggy my friend, it's been a while!" Smiling and giving a big enthusiastic wave to the dockmaster.
Swallowing whatever was caught in his throat the dockmaster saluted the man before speaking with praise, "O-oh my, why y-yes it has been a while! W-w-what is the Coliseum champion doing on the docks this evening?" He stammered in what seemed like fear.
The man walked closer to Reggy before latching him in a big hug, "Is there something wrong with me taking a day off? Besides, this ship belongs to "Him" personally, if these fellows have it I suggest you don't hassle them! Probably important business." With another big smile and a wink, the man placed a sack of coins in Reggys coat while he idly rubbed his chest. "This should cover the docking."
With an involuntary shudder, Reggy bowed before calling for his men to depart. An order they were more than happy to follow through with!
Meanwhile the odd man stood tapping his foot idly with his hands across his chest waiting for the guards to leave, when they had fully departed he addressed Loop with a level tone. "I will not ask how you managed to get a warlords ship, but if you intend to keep it I suggest you get some cash to change it's appearance. How it is now is nothing more than a beacon for marines!"
Suddenly taking a moment to smirk and raise an eyebrow, the man gave Loop an up and down look and seemed to enjoy what he saw. "My my, so many wounds on your... alluring body. If your armor is damaged you could get it repaired, the outfitter at the coliseum can do wonders with steel." Reaching into his pocket he took out what appeared to be 1 golden coin, emblazoned on it was a symbol that nobody could decipher, with a flip of his finger it launched at loop to land at his feet.
"This is a challengers coin, with it you and as many as you choose can enter the coliseum without an admissions fee. I'd love to see your buns in my ring... and in my chambers." He giggled a bit at the end, without waiting for a response he waved goodbye and walked away at a rather slow pace, his destination was clearly the massive stone arena that lay some ways in the distance.
(I think you know what to do.)
With a soft smile on his young face Malkizid took a deep sip of tea and listened to the events that had transpired, when he got to the part about his wife Malkizid dropped his teacup involuntarily in shock, but a few hay straws shout out of his sleeve to grab hold of it before spilling or breaking and gently lowered it back onto the tea coster before slithering back into his gloved hands sleeve.
"Your wife? I knew she had lived from the events on that sad day, but I had no idea she would sell her soul to the gemlords... Though this poses an interesting opportunity that I am sure you're aware of," Reaching into his desk Malkizid pulled out a picture of amethyst with her sword drawn and another with reports of her more personal life.
"Amethyst is the only warlord that seems to be fractured, chipped even. Even before this, the woman displayed sympathy to both victims and innocents. Often refusing to obey Ruby and Sapphire, her soul belongs to them but a maidens heart belongs to the one who took first." A wry grin stretched on his face as Malkizids mind raced with the new information.
"I think with a little convincing, she would openly betray the warlords. Change sides, use the information against the ones that killed everyone she ever loved. As a phantom of her past the poor girls soul is no longer anchored to survival and revenge, but to settling the score."
With a sudden coughing spasm, Malkizid hunched over and took out a small Handkerchief to cover his mouth. After what felt like several minutes his spasm stopped, the handkerchief was dripping with blood. The man was still extremely ill. "I don't think my body will last much longer, Stitch... You have to finish our goal soon.. I... I want to see their faces when they've seen demise." Malkizid whispered softly.
In the cellar of the bar was a secret passage, opened with a pressure panel hidden behind a portrait of a raging sandstorm, but in the middle was a silhouette of a man holding a long staff.
As the wall slid open, a row of torches guided them for what felt like a mile until they reached a staircase. With a smile, the man motioned for Jack to continue with him. The two walked in silence for what felt like an 20 minutes before the staircase ended at a blank wall, knocking twice it slid open like the one in the bar cellar.
The walls of the room changed from stone to incredibly rich milky white, elaborate decorative designs lining the top and oak panels near the floor, statues and expensive paintings lining the rich walls. In the middle of the room was an amazing wooden table with gold and silver lining it, a single pair of cards sat in the middle of the table. A servant came from the side with a steel suitcase for the master and walked away as quietly as he'd come.
Taking a seat at one end of the table he motioned for Jack to do the same, when Jack sat the master opened up the suitcase to reveal ivory poker chips with more gold and silver embedded in them. "Lets start slow, 100000 berri to buy in shall we say?" Placing the chips in Jacks corner and his own, the strange grin never leaving his face.
-Hodo / Aelelia-
The coliseum stretched to the sky, seemingly touching the clouds. It was truly an intimidating building that not many could believe was crafted by mortal man, insisting a titan had formed it from a mountain at the request of his subjects or for his desire to see blood spilled for amusement. Whatever reason it really was, the coliseum was many years old. Vines crawled all over the walls with pieces of the wall having fallen off or simply been chipped away by something else entirely. The most notable part of the coliseum was the massive gash on the far right side near the grand entrance, easily 25 feet long and almost piercing the other side of the 3 foot thick granite walls.
At the gate was a rather stout man with a long beard, a table with a chest infront of him was calling to people to place bets on fighting. A sheet of paper on the front showed going rates for betting while another to the side showed the fees for services while sitting in the large and popular arena.
The admission fee for unknown contestants was 350,000beri upfront.
To the sides of the massive gates were 2 smaller doors, one led to the arena waiting room and the other to the stands.
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First comes destruction. I bring nothing. I bless nothing. I save nothing. I can only erase completely.