RP Story

I was waiting for Nat to post but it seems he quit. I am waiting for Goku but he still doesn't post. We'll continue for some time more then the admission for now will be terminated.

"Who are you?" Firessa asked.
"I am a merchant," the goblin was as if hanged on the wall, his feet not touching the ground.
"Why are you here?" she continued.
"That's what I just asked him, Firessa," Siroff said over his shoulder.
"Shut up, you. Why are you here?" Kar repeated the same question.
"Your... friend here is a thief. He bartered some crap items with me for these two gems here," the merchant said.
"And you're here to kill him? Instead of taking your gems?" Firessa asked.
"I didn't mean to kill him. He had the gems in his hands and I..." the merchant was interrupted.
"And you just planted a dagger into his back! You have strange ways, you know," Kar said agressively.
"Yes. What's the problem?" the merchant asked.
"He could have died," Firessa replied.
"That would be one thief less in the world," the merchant said.
"Anyway what was the items he gave you?" Firessa asked inquiringly.
"Just that orb," the merchant took out a dark orb out of his pocket.
"An orb of Shadows. Why did you give it to him, Siroff?" Firessa asked.
"I don't know how it works," Siroff answered.
"Let him down, Siroff. You, goblin, take off whatever makes you invisible," Firessa said.
After some reluctance, Siroff let go of his captive who took off his invibility spell.
"Give him back the gems, Siroff. I already have the orb with me," Firessa said.
"He bartered them!" Siroff said angrily.
"This orb costs a lot more than you think. It costs ten times these gems, you know," Firessa said, "Now let go of your barter prize."
Siroff gave the gems back to the goblin.
"Thanks, night elf. I'll give you a tip for his wound. There is a fountain in the town center. He can heal by just drinking the water. The fountain was blessed for the wounded participants of the annual tournament," the goblin merchant went away happily.
"Okay. Siroff, you go there later. You should really know how to use that orb. It gives you special powers in battle. You saw mine?" Firessa asked.
"Yes, I saw yours. But yours was an orb of fire. I would have known how to use the orb of fire," Siroff said.
"Your powers with the orb of shadows is the ability to become invisible at night as I can. You can get some control on shadows if you use it correctly. You can practice using it," Firessa explained.
"Interesting..." Siroff said...

Well, that's it. No violence in town. :) It is better in this way. Siroff will be able to use the orb of shadows now.

Kar: Not going to be able to post over the weekend (personal reasons) so here's a somewhat sbustantial update to cope for that....
"'Interesting....' The words hung in the air. The three hadn't noticed the sun go down, even though the window of the second-floor room faced the west.
Kar exhaled a long yawn and suddenly realized how tired she was. The group just sat in silence for another minute. Eventually, Firessa spoke up.
'Siroff, what are you still doing here, you should go treat that... ehm... wound.' Siroff finally looked down at his midsection and noticed the goblin had cut him.
'Sneaky little....' Siroff mumbled obscenities under his breath as he trudged toward the centre of town.
'Well, I suppose, with the tournament coming up and all, we had best get some rest.'
'Yeah...' Kar was already half asleep."

Pherexio: Ok well.... ya... he hasn't posted, and Köl can't just chat all day with someone, so I'm going to have to get him away from that table...

"During his chat with the warrior, Köl had seen many poeple, of all kinds, enter the Golden Jug. Most were signing up for the tournament, and many stayed to drink. It was towards sundown that the strangest of all the combatants entered the lavish tavern.
Among the humans, orcs, and what few pandaren showed up for the contest, only one- for all of his kind- only one goblin showed up to sign up. The drunks had slandered him, called harsh things to him, even threatened to kill him... but that is what usually happens when an oddity shows up at a tavern's door.
This goblin, however, was different. He wore the mining hat all spelunkers wear, but had on the clothing of a warrior, recently cleaned as well. He signed up and gave his name as Gazz Stripbolt. He bought his drink and was looking for a place to sit. Eventually he came to Köl's table, as it was the only one with seats remaining. He was well mannered, and minded what he said. A few drinks later however, and he was all mouth.
'Right... well I'll tell you... if you can beat me at combat... I'll throw in a.... good extra hundred on the spot...' He spoke quickly, and often slurred Human and Goblinese together accidentally.
'Heh... normally I'd accept your offer, Stripbolt, but you're intoxicated right now and not thinking clearly. I must decline.' Köl gave a similar reply, and the Stripbolt was infuritated.
'You just... a ritlezacker... and too gerin to face me man-a-gobboro!'
'Hmph... if that's how you want to look at it drunk, then by all means... look as you will.' They continued to argue for another hour and the sun went down. Köl suddenly began laughing hysterically, drawing stares from the rest of the tavern. Eventually, he calmed down and convinced Stripbolt to come outside with him.
'You know, Stripbolt, I've met some good actors in my days... you're good, I'll give you that, but you can't fool me for too long. Cut the crap, and tell me why you're hiding.' Stripbolt was appauled.
'Y--y--you could tell?' He spoke as coherently as someone in awe can.
'When you know Siroff Bernhardt, you can't help but tell. You do very well for a goblin however.'
'Thanks.'
'You still haven't told me why you were acting.' They were walking towards the town square. It was now full dark.
'Oh... to find out who I'd be up against. People generally brush off drunks in this town in stead of brutalizing them... so if I look drunk, they won't exactly care when I just randomly start asking them things... or bump into them.... that sort of thing.'
'You are also very wise.'
'Thank you.' Stripbolt paused, 'why have we sped up?' He spoke in hushed Goblinese by instinct. He was about to restate his question in Human when Köl, muc hto Stripbolt's surprize, answered in fluent Goblinese.
'We are being followed.'"
OOC: If this character isn't PAINFULLY OBVIOUS by now, it's about to be....
"Stripbolt turned and saw two humans walking, almost running, toward them. Seeing they had been spotted, the bandits split to either side of the road and charged on. Eight in all, they were an imposing sight, or would have been if the two they were chasing had been anyone else.
'Suppose you can handle four of them?' Köl asked, still in Goblinese.
'heh... ya!' came the quick response.
Köl wheeled around and lunged at the first one, while the others kept charging. Conveniently, three others attempted to subdue Köl, leaving Stripbolt his four. The goblin gave a large, razor-toothed grin, and tapped a small button on his unusual backpack.
Immediately, an odd arrangement of ratchets, sprockets, bolts, and screws unfolded from the metalworks. The Bandits were not phased, and kept rushing on."

Ok, well, it should be excrutiatingly obvious right now...

Defi: Hehe... finally an opportunity to give some input.
"'Sir, the annual tournament of Ragnatn is going to start tommorrow.'
'Why does this concern me?' Drachnorr had been giving Tir seemingly useless information for three days.
'Well--'
'Shut it. Have you any information on the whereabouts of the Elf?'
'Yes excellency, I was just getting to that.' Tir dropped his map.
'Where.'
'Ragnatn. They are at the tournament.'
'We must move now!' Tir commanded his second.
'I do now believe that wise. The one we are working with on the matter says he'll bring you Köl, alive, if you do not interfere with the tournament proceedings. Otherwise, he said he'd make sure you never got to Köl.'
'And who is this informant, who makes such claims?' Tir was irritated.
'He says his name is Shinjo Stormbrew, he is pandaren.' Tir was amazed that a pandaren would be helping him.
'Hmm...'"

Defiler, it is Raignatan not Ragnatn. Good then, I'll control some actions of your characters for by monday, I want to be beginning the tournament. Is it only you who is busy, Karazai? Who else in your group won't be able to post? Btw, I won't be available on wednesday, thursday and part of friday. I know Karazai and his group know my character well so I'll confide her to them :D Anyway, The Lord is away in his base ;). If Goku presents himself, juge if he is not like Andy...

The morning came quickly; sunrays dropped onto Firessa's face, alerting her that morning's arrived. For some days, she's been awake more in the day than in the night. In some ways, she's becoming a human, adopting their ways. She got up silently, put on her warrior's clothing and got out of the room. She went to the tavern's main room. Despite the early hours, the tavern was already nearly full. She bought a drink and searched for a seat. To her surprise, Kol was already up. He was chatting with a goblin.
"Good morning, Kol. Who's your friend here?" Firessa said joyfully, joining the two.
"He's Gazz Stripbolt. Stripbolt, here's my night-elf companion, Firessa," then Kar sat to their table with a drink, "And here's my elven companion, Karazai. Kar, here's Gazz Stripbolt."
"Good morning. Tournament's beginning today. Are you all fit?" Kar said in an unusually awake manner.
"To be fit, we're fit, trust me," Kol said, laughing with Stripbolt.
"How? What happened yesterday?" Firessa asked.
"We fought till early hours. Till two to be exact," Stripbolt replied.
"Against each other?" Firessa asked.
"No, against bandits," Kol said reassuringly.
"Bandits! How many?" Kar asked.
"Eight, dear!" Kol said.
"What! Did you at least sleep?" Kar exclaimed.
"Yes. Short time, like a night-elf. Good technique to do maximum things and have minimum rest!" Kol said joyfully.
"Like a night-elf? I slept all night like an elf," Firessa said laughing.
They continued to chat and soon, Stripbolt was as a member of their group...

Alright, that's all for now! :D

Kar: You not BELIEVE the time that just got cleared up... We're all pretty much open all weekend and for all of next week until the weekend (unless something comes up. In any case....

Defi: My bad, I'll make sure I don't screw that up next time...

Kar: Right, moving on....

"'Alright people, listen up!' The tavern master was demanding attention. 'All signed up contestants please come to the field on the east of town for the initial elimination rounds!' A large group of people, including the rag-tag group of elves and goblin, exited the building and followed the tavern master to the field he had referenced. 'You will all now draw lots to determine your opponents.' The group drew their numbers, relieved that they were all in different brackets.
'Talk about lucky.' Was the first comment from Köl.
'Agreed. I'll see you all when the real tournament begins!' Stripbolt gave one of his violent grins and skipped jubilantly off to his bracket's area.
'Only one thing bothers me...' Kar mumbled to herself.
'And what might that be?' Kar was a little surprised she had been heard.
'Well Firessa, it's just that Siroff is nowhere to be found. He signed up and everything, I know he's not at the tavern, he's just not here.'
'Well, I--' Firessa was cut off by the tavern master.
'All contestants need to be at their bracket area at this time.'
'We had better go, see you soon. Maybe I'll see him.' Köl added to the conversation.
'Yeah.' Kar was still a little troubled, but she had decided to just let it be."

Pherexio: Heh... ya, tons of time....

"The group split off toward their respective brackets. Köl was only too happy that he wasn't in Kar's bracket; there would have been no way they could have fought each other.
In his bracket there was a multitude of different people.
'Heh... looks like more people than I thought signed up for this thing... of course, that would have to be true to have thirteen elimination brackets...' Köl laughed a little uneasily. The contestants in bracket five were all of high calibur magic skill.
'That hat was rigged...' Köl was only a little annoyed at the deception.
The bracket referee was demanding silence. 'We will now commence eliminations. The first bout will consist of Karo'Mhog and Mikhail Jeros.' The first two to fight were a human and an ogre. Köl decided not to watch, it would be a waste of his time.
He began looking around, assessing the contestants. Only a few caught his eye: a tough looking pandaren, a powerful looking dwarf, and a gnoll with an unusual aura about him. 'They'll get to the semifinals at least, maybe even the finals... not many show too much promise here..' Köl's thoughts were cut off at the sound of two screams from the ring behind him.
Köl turned in time to see the two-headed ogre fall to the ground, and his opponent standing across the ring. 'Hmmm... mayhap I underestimated this one.'
The next two in his bracket called were two humans, neither one looked like he would be any challenge. Köl turned to look at the other fighters then. That time, he saw Gazz in the ring, beating the living daylights out of a human, but he also saw something else.
The man he had been chatting with the day before was sitting on a raised platform, talking with the owner of the Golden Jug.
'What the? Is he the' Köl's thoughts were cut off at hearing his name.
'...and Köl'Aronos.' Köl walked to the ring and looked at his opponent.
'En elf eh? Well I'll just take it easy on ye then..' A drunken-looking human stood at the opposite ride of the ring.
'Fool. You make it sound like you can win.' Köl usually flung an insult at his opponent before a match to make them lose their temper; this was no exception to strategy."

Ok well, I guess that means that we have to continue on with the eliminations... I think we should just do them quickly however, no need to waste too much time talking about minor fights. But, please, go on.

Great! Hope you are all very free for the week! I will be away for three days, starting from wednesday.

Firessa was in her bracket, moments after the seperation with the elves and goblin. She was standing beside the ring, looking around. Many of the participants were human, some were ogres and orcs. Firessa and Gazz seemed to be the only of their own race to be participating in that tournament.
“Karel Chake and Firessa!�
Firessa turned at the sound of her name. She mounted the ring. In front of her stood a bulky man with big muscles and double axes attached to his belt.
“Hahaha! A night elf! Your kind is really rare! You think you can win that tournament? I don't think so! A female never goes far in these situations!�
“You think insulting me and my race will result in a lack of concentration? You're wrong. My rage is my power. The fire is my ally. You are over confident!�
“Ready? Fight!�
The barbaric man took his two axes and charged at Firessa. Firessa, on the other hand, just took out her katana, which immediately took fire, and waited for Karel. The metal made a loud sound. Firessa blocked the first axe with her katana and dodged the other. She turned and jumped, her dazzling burning katana ready to stab. Karel sidestepped and prepared for a slash. Firessa, however, had calculated that counter-attack. She blocked the slash and made use of the shock by flipping and landing beside Karel. Karel was really shocked. In a flash, the katana went through his chest in a slash.
“I underestimated you! Fire is your ally then!�
“Yes. Here,� Firessa flung water onto his wound which immediately began to heal, “This is the water from the fountain of health in the town center.�
“Thanks, night elf!�
Disappointed, Karel went away.
“Firessa is the winner! She is definitely someone to beware in this tournament! Next is…� The referee went on with the announcements.
Firessa smiled to herself at the praise, then got down the ring. She resumed her analysis of the participants like Kol did…

Kar: Well, from Tuesday on we'll be on a tech less, but not completely off. Anyways... my turn!

"Kar was getting angry. An odd number of brackets left hers, the thirteenth bracket, with an odd number of contestants, and consequently an odd elimination order. She wouldn't be fighting until the fifth elimination round in her bracket. She had watched all of her companions' bouts and was growing more and more anxtious (sp?) for her own. Eventually, it came.
'Next for bracket thirteen will be... Tyroil Sunchaser, and Karazai... Shadow Dragon?' The man pronounced her name with an odd sort of wonder. He quickly composed himself. 'Ahem... will Tyroil Sunchaser and Karazai Shadow Dragon please report to the ring.'
'Finally.' Kar was slightly relieved to be called for her fight. 'I think I shall use my sword in stead of my spear for this fight.' She was in deep thought on her way to the ring.
'Get ready! One.... Two... --' The referee was cut off by the elf opposite Kar.
'A moment please!'
'Oh... uh... very well.' The referee was a little confused. Sunchaser was staring directly at Kar.
'M'lady...'
'What is it? We should be fighting right now. Make it quick.'
'Is that your name, or title?'
'What?'
'Shadow Dragon; name or title?'
'It is my name, why?'
'Hmm... no reason..' Kar could tell the elf was hiding something. 'We may continue.'
'Right... One... Two... Three... Fight!' The battle began.
Sunchaser said a single word and almost instantly three balls of green flame began to circle his head. Kar had seen this spell only once before, when Köl had lost his weapons in a battle to the death; it could be devastating if he put enough power into it. 'I shall have to be careful.'
Kar charged at the elf in a zig-zag pattern. The elf hurled one of the fireballs at her. She dodged and continued on. She was just about to lunge and attack him when he spoke.
'I concede.' The crowd grew silent. Kar was taken aback.
'What?'
'Yes, could you repeat that please?' The referee was visibly confused.
'I concede from the match. Ms. Shadow Dragon is a far greater warrior than I.' Kar could easily spot the lying tone in his voice. The group of elves behnd him obviously knew as well.
'Coward!' Kar screamed in his face before storming off."

Pherexio: Eheh..... ya.....

"It was getting to be sundown. Each bracket had eliminated a considerable amount of contestants. Now it was nearly down to the elite of the elite. Köl had so far made no false assumptions of any warriors skill elvel except for Mikhail Jeros, who had reached the final end of the bracket.
'Will all remaining contestants please assemble below the stage. Thank you.' The sun was going down fast, and lamps all around the arenas were being lit.
Two members from every bracket came forth. Köl quickly spotted each of his friends. He saw Siroff for the first time that day. He had been in bracket number nine.
While the ceremonial speech was proceeding, Köl was examining each possible foe. He made quick calculations as to who would win each bracket.
From bracket one: Maros Tel'narr, High Elf
From bracket two: Shinjo Stormbrew, Pandaren
From bracket three: Gazz, Goblin
From bracket four: Mash Thunderbringer, Tauren
From bracket five: Himself, High Elf
From bracket six: Firessa, Night Elf
From bracket seven: Marn Harbringer, Tauren
From bracket eight: Vole Nacrothos, Orc
From bracket nine: Siroff, Human
From bracket ten: Kerr Namdon, Naga
From bracket eleven: Joro Mannor, Gnoll
From bracket twelve: Glokthul Nirom, Dwarf
From bracket thirteen: Kar, High Elf
He chuckled to himself at the number of elves he expected to win.
'Thank you. Now, after you have all concluded your meals, you are due here in one hour for the final eliminations.' The speech had been concluded; there would probably be another after the recess.
He met up with his friends and they started toward the Golden Jug for a meal."

Dreadnaught: Indeed. We'll go with that.

"'So Siroff, where've you been all day? I didn't see you until the speech.'
'Oh, I got up a little late and ran for the arena grounds. They were calling for me when I got there. I guess I'm lucky I made it in time.'
'Lucky indeed.'
The team had a meal fit for royalty back at the Jug. They were back at the tournament grounds a half-hour before it was time to be back. Most of the other contestants had done similarly.
They were silent after the meal, each off in another world... fighting great battles... gaining riches... living a dream. The food seemed to be affecting their realization of reality. The whole group took a quick nap in the cool of the night in front of the stage at the tournament grounds. For Siroff, it was the first sleep he had been untroubled by nightmares or marauders; he welcomed it with open arms, and spurned the wakeup call he got from Köl before the next speech began."

Alrighty then, let's see where it goes from here....

Can somebody explain me what exactly is happening and where?

Yeah The Lord, we're in a custom created town where the admission will end. After the tournament, I'll make the group get some kind of objective and as you may all have guessed, there will be multiple quests to do as in the founding of Durotar. Raignatan will be our center of operations for a while in a way. After they get a certain number of quests completed, their real objective gets in place. You can easily guess that too! An extermination of the undead in Lordaeron. Consequently, the group will be raised from their ranks and would become commanders of some armies. That should clear some doubts now!

Firessa was wide awake when the person in charge of the organisation began his speech.
"This year, there has been an innovation in the competition. First, only three humans succeeded to get through the elimination round as opposed to the past years when humans were the dominating race of the tournament. Second, there has been new races joining the tournament. That is, the intelligent goblins, wild gnolls and the mysterious night elves. Surely, our one and only night elf contestant will be in her element tonight! Third will be..."
Firessa listened to the speech attentively while the spectators seemed to find it boring. It seemed the organisor said the same things each year. He was succeeded by the main referee who gave the second round groups.
"There will be two groups for this round..." Firessa knew, as her friends knew too, that now, they would be facing each other in this round, "Broken like this, only four from each group will succeed to quarter finals..." Now, Firessa had some hope that they would all succeed to the quarter finals, "Each contestant will face every one else in his group. Points will be drawn, three points for the win, one point for the draw and none for the loss..."

Here, I put the rules of the second elimination round. Have fun!

Kar: Remember that "something" I made reference to a few posts back... ya, well it's definitely come up, so unfortunately, that means.... not going to post hardly at all until this whole situation gets sorted out. Sorry for the inconvenience, I wanna update this as much as you want to read it!

NAME OF CHARACTER: Arthas
AGE: Well, he's an adult
GENDER: Male, a bit dead.
RACE: I'd say undead
APPEARANCE: Arthasly looking, and very polygonic.
ITEMS: l337
PROFESSION AND SPECIALITY: obeying the lich king
BIOGRAPHY: arthas was born in an orphelina, then raised by l337 ogers
WRITING SKILLS AND EXPERIENCE: he can cut trolls in 2

Arthas comes down from the sky, mounting his frost wyrm.
His awesome beast lands on the land, squashing a reasonnable amount of footmans and such. Arthas slides on the wyrm's wing, and put his feets to land.
-You shall not be thou fosho
And after these terrorizing words, a kodo mysticly came down from the sky to hit Sir Arethan in the leg.
Sir Arethan gasped at his leg, wich was in the kodo's mouth. The brave sir tried to drink a health potion, but he spilled it everywhere in his nose, causing him to die horribly, or atleast, that's what the Kodo touhghgh... Sir Arethan is an expert at artificial death, he was just lying there.
Arthas gasped, while he was skillfully backstabbing kobolds on spaceships.

( That's a bit senseless since i did not readd all the whole story, from now, i will just teleport Arthas to somewhere non-related. )

Frostmouse, the lich of the sword, told Arthas he g2g.
Saddened, the Lich said that they made a pact. At the same moment, the Lich King hugged a ghoul, the ghoul was lonely lately, and this warm touch made tears in his eyeballs. His tears poured softly on his face. The lich developped a friendly link with the ghoul.
-It is time to go, master , said the Lich with an autoritive voice.
-Shou be k, replied Arthas while killing the biggest ogres on earth, and he only did that with the help of a man who had his two legs jointed together so the Evil Prince could hold them easily to bash those ogres.
After the holocaust of ogres ended, Arthas pulled out his sword and charged at the Lich King. He ran so fast he was disformating the ground behind him, leaving it twisted and sad. The lich got hit by his sword, a plastic sword.
-Good job Arthas, i give you back Frostmourne.
The Lich King hands back the sword to Arthas, Arthas thanks him very much, and kiss him on the arm, after what, he run away in the darkest abyss of darkness. The Lich King was really Muradin Bronzebeard, who revived, actually. He went back on Northrend, hopping he will come before Arthas, so he can throw a storm bolt, i mean, a reallllly fierce one behind his head.

NAME OF CHARACTER: Varall

AGE: 25

GENDER: Male

RACE: Half-Orc

APPEARANCE: It seems that the Human Genes are far less dominant when a human and orc are mixed, for Varall looks, at first glance to be human. It is when the observer takes a closer look that he notices certain unsettiling qualities about this man. He is a large creature, 6'4" (approx. 175 cm for the European folk) with a broad chest and muscled look about him. He seems to be a little bit overly muscled, in fact, when people first look at him. If you look closely, you can see a slightly greenish tinge to his skin and strangely large canines. his long, slightly greasy, black hair is pulled back and tied by a leather thong. He wears a strange collection of human clothing, human style gauntlets and pants, but also bears totems from his orc heritage, including a large clan symbol emblazened across his bare chest.

ITEMS: Wields twin dual-sided battle axes with a strength and dexterity unknown to humans. Those axes have runes engraved upon them, though no material has ever been known to scratch those axes shining finish, giving the bearer increased strength and enhancing that persons inner fire. He carries with him a no healing potions, believing them to be the crutch of the weak, but he does carry an ankh of regerneration (though he believes it to be only trinket from his father).

PROFESSION AND SPECIALITY: Has no stable profession due to the prejudice he has faced throughout his existance, but has served in many capacities, among these are: mercenary work, caravan guard, worksman, carpenter, professional soldier, and blacksmith. He has always had a unique ability to work with metal and wood, almost weaving them into his desired shape. This strange ability almost borders upon magic, indeed it would were it not for the sheer physical labor that accompanies this talent.

BIOGRAPHY: He was raised by his human mother, and was taught at home, as his potential classmates shunned him for his mixed heritage. His father is unknown to him, though he knows that he was of an important clan. After his turbulent childhood, Varall went out into the world only to face rejection after rejection. Because of the hardships that he has faced, he sometimes becomes moody and ill-fit for company, though in general he is friendly enough. Throughout all of his journies, Varall always has the corner of one eye out for clues about his father and that past.

WRITING SKILLS AND EXPERIENCE: Not very much to be honest, but i have worked on a few books, and won several poetry awards. I have a lot of projects that i am working on currently, and hopefully a few will eventually be finsihed.

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Varall sat in the audiance, watching the contest with an intensity that was starting to draw the gaze of those around him. He felt the flies that always accompanied such gatherings buzzing around him and felt one alight on his neck. Slapping sharply at the pest, Varall contemplated what his next course of action would be. After 2 years of steady work, a record for him, his contract with the local blacksmith had finally expired, and now he was back out in world, again homeless and penniless. Varall had had hope for this situation to continue, for he was a hard worker and the thick bodied smithy had appreciated his aid in pumping the bellows and forging the red hot steel into both weapons and plows, but his master of the forge had been adamant, if regretful.

It was odd, but just yesterday, Varall had been working at the anvil, shaping what he hoped to be his masterpiece, the piece he had been working on for the past 2 years, when his employer, Master Dresor had entered the workshop looking far too grave to be bearing good news.

“Varall, you may not have realized this, for I know you get involved in your work, but... I'm sorry to say this, but your time here, your contract, is expiring as of tomorrow. I wish I could keep you here, but the customers won't come in and have you work for them. I suppose they just don't feel they can trust someone like... like... you. I don't like to have to tell you this, but if you could pack up your articles tonight, I would appreciate it if you left in the morning, before the rush of daily customers.�

“Master Dresor, I've been loyal to you for the past two years, I have worked tirelessly in order to make your honor and prestige grow, even when you had no desire to work toward that goal yourself. Do I not at least deserve a little more time to find a new job before I abandon this place?�

Master Dresor gave a slight pause. Varall could see the conflict behind Master Dresor's eyes, see that struggle between the appreciation that Dresor had for Varall and his desire to please his customers. Even before Dresor gave his answer though, Varall could see what his response was going to be.

“Varall, I'm sorry, but I just can't afford to have you here. I've been good on my word, letting you stay in my shop, even with the pressure I have been getting from the guild to let them ‘disappear' the source of the shame they feel you have caused them. I have a family, and if I let you stay beyond the contracted time... I fear I will be kick out of the guild.�

There was an awkward pause after this explanation, but no further words were exchanged. Varall turned about and went to the back, through familiar rooms with rough hewn wooden walls that had been his home for the past 2 years, and gathered his things together. He strapped his sack to his back and his axes to his belt and, without a word, left the Smithy.

After that rough night, sleeping in the back corner of a tavern where he had spent all but a little bit of the money in his possession, he walked about town, in search of his next destination. He caught sight of the grounds on which that tournament were being held and, spending the last bit of gold in his pouch, bought a ticket. A contest of any sort was a good place to find decent work, for the people that frequented those events tended to be less... discriminating in their company.

As Varall gazed about the stadium, he saw a huge variety of creatures. There were, of course, many humans, but also the occasional Orc, Naga, and even a Tauren (not seated in the stands of course, but in one of the empty spaces between the sets of seats). Varall quickly found a seat among the spectators and began to observe.
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How was it

Pherexio: Better than I'll be able to do for now, (actually, it was really good :D ) but I'm going to update anyway. oh and btw, Karazai will be be completely off for the remainder of the week, and possibly a little into next week, therefore, I will control his character in mare sparse updates. Oh, and I do believe.....

-Admission is closed!- (as per Arching Blades' post; if I'm wrong, plese let me know)

In any case....

(My character):
"The final eliminations had gone as expected. The rest of the tournament was set up for the day and displayed on a sign:
...........................W...............
............._________|______......
......____|____..............__|__..
..__|__.......__|__........_|_....|..
_|_..._|_..._|_.._|_...._|_._|_.13
7..5..1...8.9..11.12.2..4..3.6.10...

Kar would be upset, bracket thirteen had the odd spot out again. The first battle scheduled would be Köl vs.Marn Harbringer, the tauren. 'This should prove to be interesting indeed.'
Thus, the actual tournament began."

I don't know about you guys, but I really don't agree teneur2g being Arthas.


And teneur2g, Sir Arethan is already dead.

Oh, im trying to read the whole story, i did not know about arethan
my story could be exciting.

Anyway, almost no one is here, that late, i will, post the rest, or the remaining of my idea shards about arthas, who went in the darkest abysses.

Arthas wakes up from the inconscience he have been for few seconds, a fog of blindness covered his eyes from reality for few seconds. Arthas stares at the tall figure, as it approaches Arthas, it starts to have a physical aspect... After few steps, nothing could happen, and Arthas starts to see black wood materializing on his chest, few steps later, when the creature is almost at blade's reach, a dwarf in lordaeron throw a rock with anger on his axe, back to northrend, arthas have his stomach cut and he feels his life dissipating.
He brings his remaining forces into one strike to drink a healing potion made by the elves, the nasty elves to mysticly heal his wounds.
Arthas is healed and feels good like if he just took a breakfast after a comfortable sleeping on a rock.
The beast is amazed by his amazing strenght, and lost his eyes. The treant bends and sweep the ground with his hands, trying to find his eyes ( sounds cartoonish ). One of the eye attack arthas, and tries to pierce his neck, with a branch, Arthas wakes up.
-Phew, it was only a nightmare, screamed with emphazis Arthas.
Few moments later, he destroyed the World's greatest evil, climbed the highest mountains, fighted to death with multiple clones.
Suddently, the door opens, but wich door?
Arthas was still in his bed, the same moment as he woke up, he dreams about being a hero, well, literally, he's one... Suddently nothing.
A frost wind from the deepest evils comes in the room and wrap Arthas, after few seconds, he run in a unmatched wrath with his PJ on him and a mace he took on the ground, it was probably a Demi-God Giant Ogre Warlord he killed with ease. Hopefully he picked the Ogre's mace and not the Flail of the Hate lord, a demon that have been in the jail of pandemonium and guarded by the strongest arch-angels that the universe forged. While in the fields of Darkness, where all the strongest evil come and unite. He destroyed the Hate of lord with a single strike, of course, Arthas received few free items, giving the Hate of Lord a free oportunity. Arthas got rather than sad when he saw the little scratch he did on his armor, especially when the Lord of hate took a such godly swing, that could have cut the Earth in two, or make a very large earthquake.

--Back to the actual story, Arthas was running with an unmatched fury, making a foot reach the ground the fastest possible, with a unrealistic endurance, he did that perfomence to reach the God of wind, the champion of dead, who defeated many champions of light and darkness, none have been a challenge for him. Arthas reaches the spiral of wind, wich is surrounded by tornados. he stop few miles from that very tall structure, it probably reaches the sky, or even more. He wonders how such a tall structure could have been constructed. A man in a vehicule would need about seven hours to do an exact rotation around his base, and a man would probably not do it, the base of the structure is a desert, and many scourge creatures lurks here... Arthas is still very far from the lair, he stops here and make himself a tent out of his mace.