The Arena Games

[Nadir-Natesse]

Natesse trudged sluggishly to her room, her legs feeling like lead, her head pounding. She hadn't wanted to in front of Alice, but now alone in the hallway, she began to sob silently. Just two days ago she was enjoying her life as a escort, bedding the men she'd always wanted, spending time with people she liked, and just living how she wanted: free and independent. Now she was tangled up in an adventure she simply was not ready for; there were two lives in her hands now and if either of them were to die, Natesse would have to live with that for the rest of her life.

She sniffled and turned the knob to her room door and entered. She paused in the doorway when she realized Dreven was there; she had forgotten she sent him. She didn't want him to see her crying but she didn't have any time to turn away or wipe her eyes before he turned to her. He was once again in her potions box, and when he sensed her presence, he turned, holding a pink vial, a wide grin on his face.

"Hey beautiful. What say we clear out your supply of-"

He stopped short when he saw her face and a look of concerned seriousness passed over his features. He put the vial back and approached his companion.

"Natesse...? What's wrong? What happened?"

She gave him a teary-eyed glare, trying her best to look tough and composed.

"Dreven, I told you to stay...stay...out of theeeereee...."

She broke down as her last word became a heartbreaking sob and Dreven dashed ot her side and held her before her weak knees dropped her to the floor. She clung to his warm body and tears cascaded down her face and on to his ash gray skin. He held her tightly and led her to the bed where they sat and Natesse wept into his embrace for a long while. When she finally quieted down into sniffles and hiccups, he spoke.

"By the gods, Natesse...what did that girl do to you?"

His voice was forceful and angry, his temper ignited by the thought that Alice had hurt Natesse. She hiccuped a few times, then spoke in a shaky, weak voice.

"Nothing! Really...I'm just...so scared, Dreven. This...everything has happened so fast! First, I am dropping off sheets for Julius to wash and the next I am involved with babysitting a grown woman whose father is now in mortal peril. I can't just turn my back on her, I have to help! Then last night, some vampire comes to me and he knows everything of our plan...I don't know who he is or what his allegiance is but the fact that someone other than you and I know about this...It scares me! What if Alice gets hurt or dies? Or her father? Or you? I don't think I could live with that!"

She began sobbing again and Dreven hugged her tight and gently shushed her.

"Vampire? What... You never mind him. If he makes trouble for us, I assure you he will regret it... Beyond that...we will all be fine, I promise. Alice has you, and you have me. I have the Brotherhood. We are all covered... I-...holy darkness, Natesse! You're burning up!"

He had placed a hand on her forehead to brush her hair back, but instead felt a unnaturally high level of heat radiating from her skin. He immediately got up and laid her down. This was a fever and was not something a healing spell could fix. She needed medication, a potion of some sort. He rummaged through her potions box for at the very least, a stamina fortifying potion. Being what she was, Natesse should have one, if not for herself, for her lover. He finally found one and returned to her side. He made her take it then tucked her under the blankets and sat down so that her head could rest on his lap.

"You've worried yourself sick, baby. You need to stop. Maybe I should just do this. I can't lose you. You're a...a great woman."

She hiccuped some more and although she shouldn't have, she wrapped herself in the blankets, never minding that she should be preparing for Alice's arrival.

"I can't let you do that...Alice is my...responsibility... I have to do this."

 

[Withering Fang]

"Open up damnit! I got us a fresh lizard!" an Imperial Soldier yelled as he slammed his fist on the door. "I'm tired of carrying this scaly scum!"
Sy'rethus' vision blurred from the hits to the head, he hissed out. "I'm going to get get pay back on thee..."
The door open, two pairs of hands grabbed Sy'rethus by his arms and began to drag him into a dark hallway. There many men and women here, it was loud many jeering and howling to be released, that they were innocent, just like him. "The fabled Arena....I planned on visiting here to watch the games, to drink and well eat but now...." he sighed very loudly as he was drug to a sparsely lit cell, he was thrown into the ground harshly. He hissed again as he tried to crawl toward a dark corner, his arms were bruised, his legs were in extreme pain as he moved them, he had run for hours through many cave systems before they finally caught him, they beat him, all eight of them had beaten him four at least twenty minutes before actually arresting him. Now he was bloodied, bruised, and his blue-gray scales would change into dark blue lumps and welts.

"Damn it....all my things....taken to the Imperial Prison.....well....it was only fur armor....and a steel sword.....I-I can replace it..." he hissed as he turned so he could look out of the cell, he felt another presence but he had no intention of talking. "Those women...they were something....but...I'm not...I'm nothing....I'm a nothing...." he hissed, slowly he looked to his hand and made a small spark from his finger tips before slamming his hand onto the ground. "NOTHING!"

 

[solace84]

Felian couldn't help but to be distracted by the noisy reptile that had just been put to cell beside his. He could zone out the noise surrounding, but not the most direct one.
"Calm yourself friend," Felian said, still sitting in his meditating position. "If I am to die in the games tomorrow I would prefer peace and quiet before I do."

 

[Withering Fang]

Sy'rethus looked at Felian slightly surprised at his comment. "Thou are next? Are the combatants picked by cells or randomly?" he exhaled some air out of him, he was in pain but he was able to adjust how he sat, he slightly curled his tail around his lap. He ran his nailed over the scales, mostly checking for damaged scales, or bits of mud or dirt that formed on top of the scales, he'd pick a few scales every now and again, this of course being a habit for Sy'rethus, it was better than inflicting pain on himself.

 

[solace84]

"I do not know, nor care," Felian replied. "All I know is you either die, or kill. And then continue."
He watched as they dragged a body into the back with a severed head.

 

[Withering Fang]

"I see......well then.....I'd like to know your name, just in case we do get thrown into the ring together." Sy'rethus looked over to him with his yellow eyes.

 

[solace84]

"I am Felian, I do not think you will need to remember it though, as I will most likely never see you again."
The Bosmer lay down and rested, seeking sleep.

 

[Withering Fang]

Sy'rethus looked at Felian a moment following suit with.

 

[Simus]

Alice continued to wash her whole body, down to her feet. She washed her hair last and smoothed it out to make it easier to brush. Then she simply sat on her stool and tried to concentrate. She still had no idea what her father's condition was or how they planned on rescuing him and this troubled her greatly. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and opened her mind.

She saw the inside a large prison. A guard was carrying a barrel of mead down some stairs. An Argonian and a Bosmer were having light conversation before going to sleep. A Redguard woman was doing exercises in her cell. A large half-Dunmer and a small Breton woman, about her size, were talking in a hallway. Then, across from them in a cell she saw him. Her father. He was alive!

She could see a large half-full bottle of red liquid on a table beside him. From the looks of things, it was a healing potion. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully but he was badly hurt. He was covered in large black bruises and there was a large amount of dried blood on his left side. What had happened to him? Who had beaten him so badly? Where in the prison was he? If he really was in the Arena cells, it could take hours to find him. What if they were discovered by then?

Mara's mercy. Dad, what have they done to you?

Her concentration broke and she lost the image. She tried to find it again, but it was lost in the noise of the city. She refocused her mind, trying to see what Tess and Dreven were up to, hoping to see some part of their plan in action in order to get an idea of what it was. What she saw surprised and concerned her greatly. Tess was in Dreven's arms, sobbing into his shoulder. She looked sick, feverish even. Dreven tucked her into bed and softly laid her head in his chest.

"You've worried yourself sick, baby. You need to stop. Maybe I should just do this. I can't lose you. You're a...a great woman." Dreven said.

Alice's heart melted. She had been completely wrong about Dreven. He wasn't a monster at all. He really was a good mer who cared a great deal about Tess. Was he in love with her? Tess did say that she and Dreve had known each other for about three years, and his actions this morning suggested that Tess's time with him was more than business. Could they have been lovers at some point?

"I can't let you do that...Alice is my...responsibility... I have to do this." Tess said to Dreven.

Alice opened her eyes in sudden shock, now back in the real world. This must be happening right now. It was too coencidental and too perfect to be any other time. Tess didn't look well at all. She was quite literally worried sick about Alice and her father. She had no idea that looking after her had caused Tess so much stress.

I really am a burdan...No...no I'm not. Tess loves me. She loves me so much that if anything were to happen to me she would die. I can't stand by and do nothing. She's so sad. She needs my help. I have to help, even if I now know things I shouldn't. Even if I have to reveal what I can do. I can't stand by and do nothing.

Alice went out of her washroom with new purpose. She quickly got dressed and brushed her hair, remembering to put on her silver ring and silver and sapphire earrings. Taken together, they increaed her magika and focused her mind as well as complementing the rest of her outfit very nicely. Her white leather armor was free of tears or wear points, as was the dress she wore over it. Despite the damage they had taken against the Thalmor, the enchantments on all her clothing still held. After zipping up her boots, she armed herself with her fire enchanted hunting bow and a quiver of steel arrows, along with her shock enchanted glass shortsword and her steel dagger. She emptied her pack, making sure all her things were accounted for, than decided on what she needed to take. Considering she had packed as much as possible before losing her home, she was prepared for just about anything, but she figured that the lighter he load was, the easier this mission would be. Her seemingly ordinairy backpack was enchanted to hold as much as a large shipping crate. Even a man could fit inside and Alice wanted as much space as possible for an emergency. She soon narrowd it down to some extra arrows, a large box of assorted potions, a few magic scrolls, some money and a small amount of water and trail rations. If she was going into combat, she would need the ammo and she had a potion for just about everything. Some of the scrolls might come in handy in an emergency, the gold could be used to buy someone off and the food and water were for her father, in case he needed energy to escape.

Everything else was secured in a chest at the end of her bed and Alice proceeded to lock the door with a key Tess had left for her after she left. Alice headed over to Tess's room, knowing she was distressed and ready to help, but not knowing exaclty what would happen next. She gave the door a few soft knocks.

"Tess? Dreven? It's Alice. Can I come in?" Alice called in a soft, concerned voice.

 

[Withering Fang]

Sy'rethus woke up to a loud roaring, it was not a beast, not a real one anyway, the crowds that watched the arena jeered and screamed in approval of the current match. Sy'rethus shook his head a moment before standing up, and stretching his body a bit.

"I should at least get ready..." he thought to himself, he then got onto the ground and began to do push
ups.

He worked himself out thoroughly for at least two hours, pushing his body to fight the pain, he thought about how he was going to get out of here if he could eventually win his freedom or kill the guards if needed. He had magic, he could incinerate, freeze and electrocute them. But he was at the heart of the Empire, he couldn't get very far without being slaughtered. He sighed hard after completing a set of pull ups he did on a few tight chains that were hanging on the wall. After all the tough working out he just rested listening as the crowd roared one last time before a guard came to his cell.

"You are up next Lizard....come on...lets get you ready.....you better lose....I have one thousand Septims on the Orc..." the guard opened the gate and he motioned Sy'rethus out of the cell.

Sy'rethus glared at him before quickly getting up and following the guard, he wanted to murder him in one of the Dark hallways but he didn't he just followed him, eventually they ended up in an armory, it was filled with many weapons and what not.

"Pick out what you will, but the advance weaponry, the eleven, glass, and the high price stuff is for those whom are sponsored, now hurry up." he crossed his arms and watched Sy'rethus. "When you are ready just go through the door."

Sy'rethus sighed slightly as he looked about, he glared at an Ebony Sword, it glared back, he couldn't use which angered him. He then looked onto a steel long sword, and an Imperial light shield. He twirled the sword and smirked slightly, then he looked to a set of light armor, mostly leather, the right arm being covered with steel plating, he put the armor over his clothing, he looked at the helmet and left it there it would only limit his vision. "Alright here I go...."

 

[solace84]

Felian watched as the argonian did push ups, getting ready for his bout.
"Do those actually help, I wonder?" Felian said, smirking.
His execution was to be after the undercard games, sometime around noon. He saw the emperor from where he sat in the stands, and Glabber sat next to him in a booth. He knew he was anxiously awaiting his death, but Felian decided he would give a show before he fell.
"And what was your name Argonian?" Felian asked as the gates were getting ready for his bout. "I would like to pray for you."

 

[Neverwin]

(OOC: Okie dokie, Hale... I think enough time has passed. I'm going to move time forward, so that my character and Simus can continue on without your character. Feel free to rejoin the RP when you can!)

Morning. Desiree was up bright and early, not because she really wanted to be. She would've preferred sleeping until the guards dragged her off to fight but she needed to talk to the guards about the fight roster... and it was as they said... the early bird got the worm.

She stood next to the Orc who was still standing guard and glaring. Desiree was not fooled. The Orc woman may have looked convincingly awake, but her breathing pattern and the slight glaze in her eyes indicated otherwise. She was not about to draw attention to this, however. She waited for the guards to come in to take one of the slaves out to the arena, then she called one's attention to her.

"What is it, slave? Trouble?" The guard spoke to her disdainfully, but his eyes seemed to be drinking in her body, which she was displaying openly to him.

"Tell me when do I and the one called Simus fight?" Desiree asked, subtly positioning her body so that he could have a better look.

The guard watched her, then averted his eyes to a list he was holding.

"Simus is fifth on the list. You're eighth," the guard said.

"I wish to switch places with him," Desiree said simply.

"Eh?" The guard shrugged. "I suppose no one's going to notice much. You're a pretty unpopular fighter, you know... and this Simus guy must have pissed someone off. Execution matches if I ever saw them." He gave the Breton woman a longing look, but he was clearly trying to hide it. "Now, get out of my sight, slave. I got work to do."

 

[Kir the Silent]

"I would say I plowed your mother like a farmer does his field, but if she's as fat as you I would have been smothered." Kir smiled brightly as the imperial's jeweled fist struck his right temple. His head snapped back from the blow but he quickly looked forward smiling through blood. "Come on you have to admit, that has been one of my better ones today."

Sulatious Pontia, a very fat imperial lord, shook with rage. His chubby cheeks red as a dremora's ass. He had managed to capture the infamous assassin three days ago, when he had been...distracted by Pontia's, very attractive, bride-to-be. He had been hired to kill a high-ranking Imperial captain, which he succeded in as he always did, and had escaped the whole damned legion using the rooftops. However in his haste to escape he misjudged the distance of a jump and crashed into her bedchambers. She was being married off to him forcibly and as such hated his guts. His very, very large guts. After a firery, albeit brief session, he was discovered and taken stark naked to Sulatious. An expeirence Kir found hilarious. After what little torture these imperials had the stomach for, Kir had barely a bruise on him and had even given the torturer pointers. They were convinced he was in fact holding them captive them with his incessant rambling and jokes.

"You think your so funny, charming, and clever but-" Sulatious started but was quickly interuppted by Kir. "Hey, I know we're friends and we've gotten close these last few days, but I only prefer the ladies. Thank you though, I'm flattered. But...no." Pontia's guards stood stunned, their jaws wide open at the impudent little wood elf. "THAT IS IT!" Pontia grabbed a mace and swung, Kir timed the spit perfectly. A glob of blood and saliva hit him square in the face, causing him to drop the mace on his foot and curse all the gods. Kir laughed so hard he was crying, but suddenly became deadly serious. "You should get that looked at friend! It's bleeding! You know how concerned I am for your safety and well being."

Finally having enough the fat lord, roared to his men. "He deserves a gruesome and painful death! Take him to the arena and throw him in the cells! And by the gods! Take this purse to whoever you must to make his match and death horribly memorable for me!" Kir looked sad and looked around sarcastically. "But Pontia! I thought I was to be a guest in your home?" Pontia turned and struck him one last time to Kir's amusement. "SHUT HIM UP!" Was the last thing he heard as the larger guard hit him and all faded to black.

Kir started to stir, his head ached slightly but he had felt worse. He woke up in a dank and smelly cell. "Not my usual class of rooms, but...I like it. A skeleton there, a puddle of piss there and it's downright cozy." Silently he continued to take in his surrounding, looking for venues of escape. He also noticed he had his regular armor back. Minus his weapons and other gear. Well look at this, one last gift from good old Pontia. Then he heard movement in the nearby cell, he stood up and crept to the wall, waiting for his eyes to adjust.

 

[Withering Fang]

He looked back to Felian studying him a bit he then smirked softly before hissing out in a menacing voice. "Sy'rethus Ri'tore!" it wasn't directed toward the Bosmer, maybe it was his adrenaline, or maybe it was the fact that he was ready to win, all he thought was as he exited the gate. "If blood is going to be shed it shall not be mine."

The other gate open and sage green Osmer that came out prepared, in both hands he carried a war ax of the Orcish metals, along with his armor. Sy'rethus instantly walked out onto the field, he stepped over broken armor, weapons, and bones. He instinctively hissed as the Orc yelled out something in native language, the behemoth of metal and green flesh began to charge at Sy'rethus.

"Not yet, not yet, now is perfect." Sy'rethus evaded the Orc's hammer making it smash into the sand, the Argonian instantly rebutted with his shield and the a follow up slash with his sword. The Orc's chest pieace made a loud sheirk as the blade raked it's surface. The Orc roared and back handed Sy'rethus quickly making him stagger back.


"I WILL END YOU!" the Orc slammed his hammer down onto Sy'rethus' side, the armor made a loud thump before Sy'rethus felt two ribs shatter, he hissed loudly as he hit the coarse sand releasing the shield. The Orc went to bring his hammer on Sy'rethus' face, but the Argonian quickly shot out a torrent of lightning towards the Orc's face, he howled in pain as he was electrocuted.


Sy'rethus quickly rolled back to his feet and yelled out. "Come on then! Is thou so weak that I shall of have to humiliate in front of of these thousands of people?!" he retrieved his shield.

The Orc roared loudly with rage and instantly threw his hammer at Sy'rethus, barely having time to put his shield up, the wood within the hide skin broke and exploded off his arm. The Orc then quickly rushed Sy'rethus tackling him to the ground, and began to slam his fist into Sy'rethus, one hit, two hits, three, four, five, six to the face, then two more directly to his chest. Sy'rethus coughed up a large amount of blood and then just lied there as the Orc got up to retrieve his hammer. Sy'rethus saw the Orc raising his hammer to bring down onto Sy'rethus' face, the Orc's grin looking as if he had done this a thousand times. Sy'rethus quickly reacted faster than ever, he jabbed his blade into a very slim narrow opening in the under arm area, it caused the Orc to yell out and drop the hammer behind him, he yanked away and held under his arm. "DAMN IT ALL!" he looked to his blood soaked hand and growled loudly.

Sy'rethus slowly stood up, with a vengeful look in his eyes, he dropped the sword and shield , and instantly ran over to the Orc sending a face directly across the green creature's face, then another slug. The Orc staggered back trying to regain balance but more blood left from under his arm, he growled again before running toward Sy'rethus shoulder dipped down. Sy'rethus quickly side stepped and then nailed the back of the Orc's head with his fist making him fall over.

"END HIM! END HIM! END HIM!" the crowd chanted over and over again as loud as they could.

Sy'rethus saw that the Orc was slowly making his way to his hammer, he was only a foot away before Sy'rethus' foot flew acrossed the Orc's face and made him fall back to the ground. Sy'rethus canted his head slightly before snatching his blade up. He glared down to his enemy before kicking him over so he was on his back.

"Just...finish it.....fought like a true warrior....a real Os-os-os-Osmer.." he coughed up blood and groaned loudly.

"Thou fought well.....but it seems I'm smiled upon today..." he quickly inserted the blade through the armor and chest of the Orc, there was a loud crack of bone as Sy'rethus twisted the blade twice. The crowd cheered very loud as Sy'rethus pulled the blade out and held it in the air. He looked out into the crowd, not proud, not happy to be cheered for, but he was looking out into the crowd with judging eyes. "Am I a murderer or survivor? Am I to live this life....to...kill for the entertainment of these scum?" he sighed and walked back to the door where a guard awaited him.


"Take off the armor and give me the weapon....and then return to your cell...." he said with a big smile on his face before continuing. "Finally someone killed the big bastard.....he has been here for a few months now...and he was killing all the fresher ones..."

Sy'rethus did as instructed without hesitation, he was drained but he drudged back to his cell, another guard came and opened it four him. He instantly walked to the corner of the cell that was darkest and he slid down letting his eyes blot his vision out, the next thing he knew he fell fast asleep.

 

[Kir the Silent]

"Hmm, a few other prisoners. Sleeping from the sound of it." Kir stood bored in his cell, a few faint footsteps in the distant of the dark cells. Torch light was in the distant and approaching quickly, a guard escorting an argonian back to his cell. Kir noticed the prisoner was tired, obviously a recent combatant from the arena. Kir kept quiet as the guard closed the cell and the argonian fell asleep swiftly. The guard turned to walk away and as he passed Kir's cell, the bosmer grabbed his arm. "Do me a favor and open this cell for me. They seem to have mixed up the rooms."

The guard, not the first, looked at the bosmer with stunned confusion. "I..Shut it!" He quickly recovered and shook of Kir's arm. "Who do you think you are?"

Kir smiled brightly and cocked his head to the side. "An infamous assassin, a wealthy man, and a charming lover. Sorry, women only by the way. I just seemed to have been caught, quite literally, with my pants down." The guard laughed and started to nod. He rummaged through the pouch on his hip, pulling out a scrap of paper.

"Oh yes, I know all about you. The assassin they brought in at the fat lord's urging. He is a minor lord, but he caused quite the stir and fuss over you. I heard you ruined an arranged marriage for him, yes?" He asked, stowing the note back into his pouch. When Kir nodded to this, the guard laughed all the more. "I like that! All those pompus lordlings deserve some misfortune, serves them right. But no, I'm not letting you out. I'm not even supposed to stand this close to you or give you a fork for food. Apparently your very dangerous and they have something very special planned for you...Pontia spent alot of coin to arrange your fight."

"Oh really? He did that all for me? He really does care." Kir chuckled a bit at the thought of that fat bellied swine huffing and puffing, trying to get his anger out. "What exactly is so special about the fight? Do tell."

The guard leaned closer, Kir's carefree nature lowering his guard. He momentarily thought about killing the guard, ripping out his throat with his teeth. Calm down Kir, he thought. He doesn't have a key and I don't need to go feral right now. I doubt even the beast could shred these iron bars. The guard looked around, "I heard they're having you fight...Bleeder...that is a very disturbed redguard. He volunteered to fight in the arena believe it or not. He stabs and cuts himself regularly, always has bleeding wounds hence the name. He fights with daggers shoved up through his palms, like bladed fingers. And he's never lost a fight...all I can say is good luck bosmer...you'll need it..."

As he walked away from Kir, the bosmer had only one thought in his head..."pl***." Kir was confident in his sword and dagger skills, but this sounded like a lunatic. His jokes and carefree manner wouldn't throw him off and spells were out as well, Kir rarely used them. If this man fought almost bare-fisted he was bound to be swift. Then he also liked to be cut, most likely he would be unpredictable as well. "An unarmed, undefeated fighter...this should be interesting, or very bad...pl***."

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Dreven looked up at the door as a soft knock and equally softer voice floated through the strong wood. He looked down at Natesse, whose pleading blue-gray eyes met his own bloody red one. He looked for a moment as though he would protest, then sighed, slowly releasing his breath. He leaned down as much as he could in his position, and whispered in her ear.

"If you're going to do this, fine, but dry your eyes. Don't let the girl seeing you crying. Then SHE'LL fall to pieces and I can't take any more of that, gods know..."

Natesse gave a teary chuckle, wiped her tears away and sat up.

"You're right...I am going to get dressed. Please be nice to Alice... She is at fault for nothing."

Dreven rolled his eyes and gave a curt nod as he watched Natesse stand and hurry off to the washroom. After she had shut the door, he approached the room door and wrenched it open, probably a little more forcefully than he intended. He looked down at Alice, still shirtless, and looking rather miffed. Ever the image of an angry Deadric prince. Even still, he formed his lips into a small smile and held an arm out into Natesse's room, inviting the young woman in.

"Alice. Do come in."

 

[Simus]

Alice wore her usual smile and gazed at Dreven's beautiful chest as he invited her in. She felt powerless to look away despite being armed to the teeth, and she wanted to wrap her arms around Dreven and never let go.

focus Alice thought you've got a job to do, remember?

"Thank you Dreven." Alice said.

As she entered, she couldn't find Tess at first, but then saw the washroom door was closed. She didn't hear anything distressing, so she figured Tess must simply be washing up. She figured she and Dreven could use the privacy.

"Earlier, Tess said she wasn't feeling well. Is she all right? I've got quite a few potions with me if she's feeling sick." Alice whispered, using only what information Tess could confirm and not daring to reveal anything more. Dreven would neither understand nor appreciate what she could do and it would only add to Tess's burdan. She would play innocent for as long as she could.

 

[Kir the Silent]

Kir slept for a bit as none of the other prsioners had noticed him or weren't interested. They probably just thought he was some new fodder for the games, here today gone in the flash of a blade. Most of them were probably broken, mentally and emotionally. They would be able to provide little help. If what he knew of the arena was true then even with his skills he would be hard pressed to escape. No, an escape attempt would take delicate and careful planning. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of soldiers and guards roamed the arena. Magical barriers and the sturdiest walls/gates that could be made. With a system of checks and keys, protocols and defenses that woulkd make it all the more difficult even for an infamous assassin.

"Hey! Bosmer!" An imperial stood at the door with several others, including battlemages. He smiled wickedly, "Time to go meet Bleeder...and your gods!"

"Well then, let's get this over with." Kir stood up and the guards shackeled him, perhaps abit excessively. His reputation procceding him. They marched him passed several prisoners and down a long dark hallway. He was in a large room with training dummies, other practice implements, weapons, and other gladiators. "Can I get my weapons now?"

"All except your bow." A stout orc, the apparent manager of the gladiators, grunted and turned heading over to a large cage filled with chests. Confiscated from slaves or criminals he imagined. He returned bearing Ancient's Wrath and The Silent Blade, shoving them towards the shackled elf. He wasn't unkind, but Kir guessed he cared enough to volunteer to help the slaves and criminals prepare for their battles. "You have an hour to train and ready yourself, there are still four fights ahead of you. Pontia wanted to save your fight for the end of the day. Good luck bosmer, give them a show. And if you fall may it be a glorious death."

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

The dark mer looked the girl over yet again. She really wasn't bad-looking when she wasn't covered in tears...he could certainly see himself getting behind her...in all senses of the word. Still, she had made it clear she wasn't interested in the least so he decided to do the right thing and stay formal with her.

"Yes, she is feeling ill, but as ever, she is ram-headed and refuses to rest. She demands this day go as planned..."

He sneered and tossed his head to the side and one hand fell to his hip.

"That woman is way too concerned with the welfare of others. It will be the death of her."

Then realizing how that must've sounded, he looked back at Alice.

"No offense to you."

 

[Simus]

(OOC: Sorry about being away for so long guys. I've been involved with other RP's and kinda forgot about this )

"None taken." Alice said in response to Dreven's remark. Her vision had shown her a new understanding for this mer but she had no idea how to explain it to him without causing alarm. Still, he had probably seen stranger things in his lifetime. She had to tell someone.

"You know, you're not so cold-hearted yourself." She said, sitting on the bed closest to the door, the one were Tess was tucked into moments before she arrived. "In fact Dreven, I see a lot of good in you. If you decided to be a little nicer to people, and took a back and got a haircut while you were at it, you could really be something else." She said smiling at him. She wanted to check on Tess, but decided it would be best to give her privacy.

"Before we discuss today's mission, I need to tell you something. I'd rather wait for Tess, but It's really importaint. Do you know how much longer she's going to be?"