Post by Palenax on Jan 2, 2014 1:55:48 GMT -8
To be perfectly honest, Nebata was a hot dry wasteland of little appeal that most would stay quite far from.
And that is why it's the perfect place to setup an Arena.
With the dubious legality in many Human nations and even some level of disgust in some of the more tightly run Draconic areas, where else would one want to build such a thing? Nebata was a place no one wanted to stay in long, but it could certainly draw a crowd with the right incentive. And an Arena was many things if not entertaining and, more importantly, compelling. To see gladiators of all sorts pass through the iron gates and do battle for a crowd of bloodthirsty Elibeans. To see them spill their blood upon both solid ground and sand.
Yes, the Arena of Nebata had a particular sort of trick up it's sleeve. The combat was fought on a field half composed of solid ground and half the tricky and difficult to maneuver in sand. It added an element of difficulty and planning to the battles fought here, drawing in craftier warriors than most that wished to test their quick wits upon the field of blood.
So why was Palenax here?
Well, she felt she could stand to let off some steam recently. What happened? Ha, like it was really worth reminiscing over at this point. A good fight was all she needed right now. A bit of spilt blood, some sickeningly sweet crunch of bones as her raw strength broke another before the Fire Dragon and established her dominance. Ah, this was all sounding quite refreshing.
Palenax shirked raiment, choosing to fight in her usual clothing. Heat bother a Fire Dragon? Now that was amusing. Granted, those that focused particularly in the art of heat was another matter, but the Nebata Desert felt more like a warm breeze than anything. A sword though...
Yes, she figured she'd take an Iron Sword from their provided rack of weaponry. Either she'd make sure her foe had a spare weapon or perhaps she'd just break it over their head. The latter was always fun.
The announcer droned on as Palenax walked up to her place behind the iron gate. She tapped the flat of the Iron Sword in her hand, it felt rather flimsy really. Still, this would be a good stress reliever regardless. Finally, the announcer boomed out the words she was prepared to hear.
"FIGHTERS, COME ON OUT AND GIVE US A SHOW!"
The crowd roared.
The iron gate dropped.
Palenax stepped forward.
And that is why it's the perfect place to setup an Arena.
With the dubious legality in many Human nations and even some level of disgust in some of the more tightly run Draconic areas, where else would one want to build such a thing? Nebata was a place no one wanted to stay in long, but it could certainly draw a crowd with the right incentive. And an Arena was many things if not entertaining and, more importantly, compelling. To see gladiators of all sorts pass through the iron gates and do battle for a crowd of bloodthirsty Elibeans. To see them spill their blood upon both solid ground and sand.
Yes, the Arena of Nebata had a particular sort of trick up it's sleeve. The combat was fought on a field half composed of solid ground and half the tricky and difficult to maneuver in sand. It added an element of difficulty and planning to the battles fought here, drawing in craftier warriors than most that wished to test their quick wits upon the field of blood.
So why was Palenax here?
Well, she felt she could stand to let off some steam recently. What happened? Ha, like it was really worth reminiscing over at this point. A good fight was all she needed right now. A bit of spilt blood, some sickeningly sweet crunch of bones as her raw strength broke another before the Fire Dragon and established her dominance. Ah, this was all sounding quite refreshing.
Palenax shirked raiment, choosing to fight in her usual clothing. Heat bother a Fire Dragon? Now that was amusing. Granted, those that focused particularly in the art of heat was another matter, but the Nebata Desert felt more like a warm breeze than anything. A sword though...
Yes, she figured she'd take an Iron Sword from their provided rack of weaponry. Either she'd make sure her foe had a spare weapon or perhaps she'd just break it over their head. The latter was always fun.
The announcer droned on as Palenax walked up to her place behind the iron gate. She tapped the flat of the Iron Sword in her hand, it felt rather flimsy really. Still, this would be a good stress reliever regardless. Finally, the announcer boomed out the words she was prepared to hear.
"FIGHTERS, COME ON OUT AND GIVE US A SHOW!"
The crowd roared.
The iron gate dropped.
Palenax stepped forward.
