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(OOC:This is for Regulators and the invited only)

With in the frozen lands of Fenris lies the arena of MFR. It is a mountainous land filled with wonder. The air is cold and crisp, and is said to be rejuvenating in nature. The arena it self is at the peak of one of Fenris' many mountains. At first glance it seems like a colossal structure made completely out of glass, however as one gets closer they notice that it is not glass that the arena is composed of, but in fact ice that is carved with many a strange rune. The runes enchant the ice to make it as strong as steel and to make it unmeltable. Within the arena, most are surprised to notice that the temperature inside is not freezing, but in fact a cool refreshing temperature perfect for training.

The arena is a massive structure with room for thousands to watch, and many matches to be held at one time. Logan walked towards the front entrance of the arena, and stared at the doorway. The doorway itself was huge, upon it were the rules of the arena inscribed. They read:

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[center]Rules of M.F.Regulators Arena[/center]
No fighter shall cause death to a fellow leader of MFR.
No use of magic that can't be contained in the arena and no causing injury upon the visitors in the grand stands.
You can choose to battle any who except your challenge, be it one of the many Fenrisian Warriors, or the beasts of Fenris (Fenrisian Wolves, Bears, Wyrms etc...), or another warrior in the arena.
You can only battle with kingdom leaders if they accept your challenge, any attacks on someone not willing to fight will be dealt with harshly.
Any injuries you sustain while in the arena the healers will fix you
up good as new before you leave.
If fighting is not your thing feel free to watch from the grand
stands and wager your bets.

This is MFR training for our members to showcase their skills of
battle and maybe find a champion of Foret among our ranks of citizens.
Any rules broken will be dealt with harshly with either you escorted out of town, escorted to my dungeon, or in an extreme case, death caused by me, Lord Logan Grimnar.


Logan smiled, all was well, and the arena was now open, he turned around and called one of his followers.

Send out the falcons to every Regulator and inform them of the of the arena.

The young man nodded and promptly went to do the task, by nightfall every regulator would know of the arena.

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Ertai stood.

He stood at the door, and watched.

Ertai was good at watching. It had been a long time since there had been something worth watching. The mage had holed himself away in his lands, completely ignoring his people, his kingdom, and his allegiance to the Regulators. He had been lost in silent contemplation, lost...

But not anymore. Ertai was here, here at the arena. He did not expect to fight; his days of fighting for glory were long over. He would not fight here, in the arena; he would only watch.

But he would fight for MFR, on the field of battle.

Ertai stood.


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White, nothing but white in all directions, had I not been an elf and not had elf eyes I would not have been able to ge through the storm. But I continued on through the snowfield, with my eyes fixed on the glimmering structure off in the distance. My kingdom is rebuilding, and I want to prove my skills not to the people who spectate but to myself. My goal is to be champion, to be the greateset leader in Sapheries long history. My name is Tyrion forever guard to the Pheonix king who looks on and protects all elven kind.

Tyrion made it to the gates, they were 100 feet tall and on one side a large figure of Logan, on the other side a statue of Foret. As tyrion walked to the gate it opened as if it had been waiting for him. The cloaked figure continued on into the wymsical structure.

I made my way into the main hall, and walked up to the desk where a fenrisian had been occupying area as greeter.

"hello, welcome to Fenris Lord Tyrion. Are you here to watch or fight in the arena?

Tyrion threw his cloak and hood back

"Hello indeed, I am here to fight"

The clerk took down Tyrions name and then a servent showed Tyrion to his quarters, the hallways were long and lit up which was amazing in itself because their were no candels, and it was dark outside. The ice itself had unusual characteristics, when you touched it i did not feel cold however it felt neutral with no tempreture at all.

"Here be your room, Lord. Training halls are down to your left, the bouts will start with in a week whena ll have gathered. Enjoy your stay and my Foret guide you in a path of glory.

Tyrion noded and walked into his quarters which were decorated in elf fashion as to allow comfort away from home. He took his cloak off and the wolf pelts he wore for warmth and got ready to sleep. It was a long journey and their is alot of training ahead of him.


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Many of the regulators have already begun their journey to Fenris. Logan knew this because of Blackmane, who spends much of his time traveling through the skies of Fenris. Blackmane's mental link with Logan made them very close friends, and feared adversaries. Logan went to greet the newcomers, first to come was Ertai, a mage of MFR.

Welcome Lord Ertai, you are the first to arrive, so I'm afraid there are not many opponents for you who can match your caliber. I am anxious to see your magical prowess in action. Logan said to Ertai, with respect, for he was not one who knew much about magical lore. Logan knew much of medicinal lore and the native healing of his land, but of magic he knew close to nothing except that it was dangerous.

No, I'm afraid that my days of sparing in arena's are over my dear Logan. I am hear to watch, and perhaps...to learn? Nevertheless I can not wait for the arena to attract more of our guild, I remember many memorable times spent in arenas in the past, and I hope to make a few more here. Ertai replied.

Logan directed Ertai to where he wanted to go and the went to the guard at the door of the arena.

Strange...only one of dozens invited have arrived...what can be the problem. Logan said to the guard in a worried tone.

Well m'lord there is a terrible snow storm on our borders with Sythaphore... and that is the way most enter our lands... it probably slows the travelers down. And...besides that there have been two to arrive m'lord...

Two? Who else besides Lord Ertai has arrived? Logan questioned surprisingly.

The Lord Tyrion...he arrived shortly after and has gone to his lodgings to prepare for his battles in the arena...did you not see him? The guard said slightly nervously...his master had been known to lose his temper over small things such as this.

Logans simply started to laugh and started for the area where Tyrion was lodge.

Surprisingly I did not see him coming, usually I can sense his ego before they even cross my borders! At last MY OLD SPARING PARTNER HAS RETURNED! Logan said in a jovial manner as he walked to Tyrion’s Lodgings.

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I was deep in a meditiation when suddenly the energies around me were interupted with a sharp sound. It had been a knocking at my chamber door. I got up and went to answer the door.

Tyrion opened the door to see an empty hall, so he stepped out for a look. His ears twitched as he tried to listen all of a sudden he followed a faint breathing sound. So he went around the corner but found an arena guard standing keeping watch.

"Is there a problem me lord?"
"ahhumm.. no nothing continue"

Then as Tyrion turned around there was Logan in his face.
"Fooled you old friend"
"Indeed"

The old friends shook hands and continued on towards Tyrions lodging.
"How doth you journy go Elf"
"Fine, Although I ask why you must put all your places of gathering atop high moutains where it takes days through rough conditions to get there."
"Whats the matter you can't handle the cold weather c'mon don't tell me the cool air hath ruined your fine Elf skin. Perhaps I should have my servent bring you some creame to put on like the elf maidens where"
Tyrion gave Logan a sharp evil like eye. Logan backed off and began to laugh.

"Ill pretend I did not here you just say that, Your arena is a fine place and I hope others arrive soon. I thurst for battle"
"Follow me I will show you the arena"

The two walked down the long dark path untill they arrived at a door way where bright light was eminating from the door cracks. Logan went up to the door and it opened by itself, as the two walked through the gate Tyrion was amazed at the sheer size of the place. It looked like the ceiling was the sky as it appeared to have clouds passing by. And the floor was a marble, the stands climbed on for many rows each with comfortible seating for those who would come to watch the spectacles. It was truely Breath taking.

"Wow... this is truely amazing Logan"
"Yes it took many years to build this place, my hope is that it stands for mellenia as a symbol of Fenris's power and glory."

Tyrion look at the floor seeing a faint reflection of his face and gear.

I better get familiar with this place, and traine as much as possible the opponents will be fierce and I will need all of Forets guidence and strength to pull this off.

Tyrion and Logan agreed to meet again at the lounge for the evening dinner. Tyrion went off to the ready rooms to get himself ready for some traing on the arena floor.


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It took quite some time for Lestat to notice what has took place on his kingdom and to the land of the Regulators while he was away. He heard of an arena builded on the peak of one of the many mountains of Fenris. He wasted no time to get there to see his fellow comrades and the arena itself. Appearing before the huge door...he saw the marks bearing the rules in the arena.

Lestat paused for awhile while catching the cold air that engulfs the frozen land of Fenris. It has been so very long since he felt this way. He loves the way the cold air strikes his face like thorns. It brings memories of him from the past.

Closing near the main entrance...he noticed many are already there by the sounds they make. He wasted no time to get inside to see what it was all about. He knew what this arena is for. He was so excited already to participate in the conversations with his comrades and his leader.

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I put my gear on to begin some training before the matches to come. I picked up my sword it was eminating blue colour. So finly balanced it was you could slice a tree stump with great ease. It required more skill than strength to wield. On the side Elven runes enscribes "In your finest hour" It has been said that an elf that hath used this played will gain super enhanced fighting skill in their finest hour of combat. The runes reminded me of my father the one who gave me the weapon in hope that it would aid me should Saphery come under attack. It hath saved me many times from sure death. So I strolled out into the arena and began sprinting as a warm up.

To the naked eye all was seen is a blur of metal, and the running so quick was just as faint and hard to hear. Tyrion the stopped and began weapon exercises, thursting and striking the sword, his skill was formidable, and Speed inhuman.


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When it came to the area of Sythaphore Hawke knew his way around, but he it was time to tavel to Fenris if he wanted to make any loot to feed his starving belly for the week.

Entering the Arena doors Hawke marveld at the sight. He knew the Regulators had a rich history and resources but had no idea of the extent!

Looking around Hawke finds himself a place to sit and wonders with whom he can place his bets with...

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Logan walked into the arena, already the Fenrisians had gathered to view the bouts that were beginning to take place. Two such fights had already occurred, one between two warriors in the Fenrisian army, and another between Blackmane and an enormous Bear of Fenris. Both were spectacular battles and had inspired Logan to have a bout of his own. In the arena the crowd watched in marvel as Tyrion showed off his skill with the sword. So fast were his actions that even Logan’s trained eyes only saw a constant flashing of steel. He's been practicing...good. Logan said to himself as he walked towards Tyrion.

Greetings Swordmaster! It's good to see you in such a fighting mood. Logan shouted out to Tyrion.

My Lord Grimnar, how may I help you? Tyrion asked as he brought his sword in front of him.

I feel the need to fight again Elf, and if my memory serves me well, I do believe that our last bout was never finished, and so our tally now stands tied. Logan said loudly...as to let the crowd also listen to the conversation (they were after all his people, and so he had a noble duty to how off).

Ah...yes your speak the truth. But what do you suggest we should do to remedy that? Tyrion replied equally as loudly. By now both Tyrion and Logan already knew that the bout was on. The conversation now was simply to entertain the crowd.

Perhaps a duel? Or is that too violent your frail elfish self?
Logan said jestingly. The crowd started to rumble, some of the sharper members in the crowd already started to place their wagers.

Oh I assure you, my 'frail elfish self' is MORE then a match for you...Lord Grimnar! Tyrion returned, as angrily as he could possibly sound.

It is set then, PREPARE THE ARENA FOR OUR BOUT! Logan shouted, and as soon as he did, dozens of workers came out running and started to arm both parties.

To Tyrion, his shield and elfish armor was brought to him. To Logan was brought his thick wolf skin armor (a collection of enchanted wolf furs, resembling that of a bears coat due to its size), and the only weapon he ever wielded, The Axe of Morkai. The weapon was a remarkable artifact, and an integral part of Logan's history. The axe was a large two headed weapon. Both heads of the axe resembled that of a snarling wolf, and the entire weapon was inscribed with Fenrisian runes, giving it a mystical aura.

Once armed and armored both warriors walked to the middle of the huge arena (Normally most fights would not take up the entire arena....but since Logan was the king this was an exception). The workers immediately left the arena, and a Wolf Priest (Fenrisian Healer and Elder) entered the arena. As he entered the entire crowd went into an eerie silence. The Priest walked up to both warriors and recited a prayer to Foret and then to Russ (Legendary Fenrisian Prophet). He then bowed to both warriors and left the arena.

What was that all about Logan? Tyrion asked inquisitively.

We are now both protected by Fenrisian magics... neither will die from these battles, but be warned we are still mortal and can still be seriously injured, however we will be healed after the battle. Logan said in a calm voice, the time for rage was soon coming.

Both warriors stood staring at each other, the crowd started to roar for the upcoming bout. Every Regulator in the arena watched intently, Logan and Tyrion's rivalry was close to legendary. Both were excellent fighters, but in different ways, Tyrion was a swift and sleek fighter, where as Logan was a larger, stronger and more berserk warrior. Each kept the other in check, and every fight between the two was a spectacular battle of skill, wits and sheer will.

The wind started to howl, and both warriors started to circle, preparing for the first move to be made.

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For a moment Time stood still. The crowed in total silence, there nothing moving all focused on the fighters. Tyrion stood his sword his sword out but touching the floor with its tip. His eyes closed, head down, and body standing tall. Logan Gripped his axe in both arms controlling his breath as to conserver for the meele ahead. This moment remaind for 2 to 3 seconds but it felt like an eternity.

Tyrion was in such deep concentration he could pick out someones breath from the stands. But he was focused on Logans. Logan Gripped his axe hard clintched his teeth and gave a thundering overhead swing with his axe. Tyrion stood still in the same position until the axe was an inch from his head. KLINNNGG!!! The sword of Tyrions lifted off so fast the people in the stands except fellow elves did not see it.

After the frist strike had been delt Tyrion then retaliated with a blistering flurry of swings. "Bing, Bing Ding, Ping, Kling!!!Each strike was met with a block by Logans Axe. Tyrions strikes backed Logan off. And the crowed loving every hit of the action and applauded Tyrions skill. Logan decided it was his turn, Sprinting Full speed right at Tyrion he swung his axe around his head and then At Tyrion. Tyrion used his acrobatic skills to vault over Logan using his Sword. However just as his feet touched the ground Logan swept his legs out with his own leaving Tyrion on the arena floor. At this point the Crowed roared out with approval.

The Chanting would begin "Logan! Logan! Logan!Logan walked about embracing the cheer. However Tyrion would be on his feet just as fast as he was on his back. And the fighting would continue on....


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While Logan was still showing off to the crowd Tyrion slipped close behind him and swung his blade at Logan's feet. Logan watched the crowd go into a hush of silence just before the blade struck his feet. At that second Logan knew his folly....he had under estemated his opponents, it all seemed to flow in slow motion. He felt the sharp pain in his leg as the sword struck with incredible force, he watched as the entire arena shifted as he started to fall. When he finally hit the ground it seemed as if an eternity had passed by since he was struck until he fell. For a moment Logan lost all consiousness and orientatinon, he simply layed there motionless and stunned. Tyrion Stepped back a few times to avoid being caught under Logan's body as he fell. This would prove to be a fatal error since by the time Tyrion charged back at Logan, his opponent was already prepared for the next move.

As Tyrion flew towards Logan, his sword raised and prepared to strike, Logan stuck out hit leg before him and Tyrion. Tyrion who was unable to react in time ran right into Logan's leg, which inturn knocked to wind out of him. At the finish of this manuver the crowd started to roar louder then ever before, for the excitement was building quickly.

Grrrr...time for round two old friend! Logan said in a stalking and menacing voice as he slowly attempted to get to his feet, while at the same time trying to grab his axe...of which he saw three! Tyrion also tried to get to his feet, both warriors were in bad condition....it was now a test of will that would ensue.

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Both warriors had a heavy breath now after the first intense strikes. The crowed just seemed to love every minute of it chanting and singing to the fighting. Tyrion gripped his long sword and waited for Logan to get back up and in fighting stance. From here Tyrion started running towards Logan. Each of the elf's strides seemed to prepell him faster and faster till he was a silver blur. Logan had some trouble following te image as it darted around him til finally locked on to to Tyrion to his right. Tyrion Valutend once again over Logan but landed further away then before as to avoid being tripped.

Logan Anticipated Tyrion's landing the same as before. So he turned about Axe in the air but found nothing but marbel floor to hit. And as his axe lay stuck in the floor Tyrion Went for his stike. With in a split second Logan pulled a small short sword out of a leg mounted sheath, and blocked the attack. His whole are went num as the pain from blocking. Yaarrghhh..!!He yealped. No more than a second later Tyrion went for more strikes. This Time Logan simply moved out of the way with Tyrion's sword just missing his ankle.

Now the two stood stairing at each other, when Tyrion Lunged again at Logan but this time Logan grapped him and threw him aside. The crowed On its feet Roared accordingly. Logan took this oppertunity to go get his axe back. Just as his hands went to reach for the Axe an arrow from tyrions bow hit him in the arm.

Ughhhhh....YAAARRRGGHHHH!!!"he roared from the pain as he started to breathe more heavily. Tyrion although dizzy from the throw was still able to pick Logan off.

Logan clinched his teeth and Grpiied the arrow and Pulled it out, then tossed the bloddy thing aside.

"Be warned elf, I am not done yet"

At this point Logan wrapped his arm up and then had a servent run out and hand him two smaller but still heavy axes out to fight.

"Come and get me!" Tyrion said arrogantly


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Logan gripped his axe tightly, wrenching the handle in preparation. He ran through his options in his mind.

If I charge him, he'll dodge me easily...
If I let him charge me, he'll out maneuver me...
I need to distract him somehow....but how?


Just as the thought had passed through Logan's mind the answer entered it. He smiled with delight, the arrogant fool would never expect it he thought. With that Logan started to charge, wrapping one arm around the long handle of his axe, and the other hand he left swaying back and forth as he ran.

Tyrion smiled as Logan started to charge towards him "fool" he thought. Tyrion readied himself for the impending defeat of his opponent as he raised his sword with both hands above his head.

Fool, you have sealed your fate! Logan thought to himself as Tyrion raised his sword. Right before he pounced into the air to jump upon his opponent Logan removed a small dagger from with in his wolf pelt using his free hand and hurled it towards Tyrion. Tyrion's elf like reflexes quickly brought his sword down across the dagger right before it reached him, shattering it into pieces. Right after doing so however Tyrion saw his folly, he had left himself completely open to Logan’s attack!

YAARRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!!! Cried Logan as he hurled his axe at Tyrion's waste, while at the same time hooking his free fist at Tyrion's face. The result was brutal, as Tyrion caught both blows and flew back 3 feet from the force. For the first time Logan's superior strength was displayed in this battle.

Logan dropped to his knees, releasing his axe letting it fall to the ground. The maneuver had taken a lot out of him, and he would be in serious trouble if Tyrion were to recover from the blow. Slowly he looked up, and saw as Tyrion trembled in pain as he attempted to get to his feet, failing time and time again. The crowd was ecstatic, the suspense was killing them was the fight really over?

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Yarrrgghh.....uggghhhhh.....Tyrion moaned as he went to touch his face. Logan 10 feet away was breathing heavily while clinching his injured arm. Tyrion slowly got up to his feet after a long pause on the floor. The crowed still chanting in the background, "O!, Isha hath been with me today"Tyrion muttered in his native elven tongue.

The fighters now standing face to face again, Tyrion's right side of his face was now turning purple from the swelling and blood flowed from his right eye. He closed his eyes as the pain to look out of his right eye was too great to bear. So he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of embroidoled fabric inscribed with elven runes. And He put it on his face to cover his eyes. He now was blind and had to fight with his hearing alone to guide him.

Logan Saw this and felt great respect for the warrior. "You are one amazing and brave fighter but this is when our score turns in my favor"Logan spoke out. Then he gripped his axe again and got ready. Tyrion stood still sword in the air his ears focused on Logans every breathe and even the fainth crackle of Logans leather boots as he moved his feet would stick out with sharp clear sounds in Tyrions ear.

Logan descided to test this hearing of Tyrions, he took out another small dager and wipped it right at Tyrions head. Before Logans arm reared back Tyrion pivoted right at Logans position. Then again like before as the dagger was inches from his head he shattered it with one reflex of the sword. The crowed watched in awe of the skill. Logan went for another all out charge. KLing!, Ping!, Ping!, Ding!, Kling!!!! The sounds echoed as each strike was folowed with a block of Tyrions sword. Finally as Logans ast strike fell Tyrion knocked Logan in the face with the but of his sword and finished with a swift kick to his stomach. Logan backed off glutching his gut and fell to the floor.......The crowed was sure of it.. this fight was over?? or was it??


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Logan looked up towards the sky from his spot lying on his back in the middle of the arena. Tyrion's skill was very surprising to him, he realized that he wasn't so much hurt, but shocked that one who could not view him had made such a swift and accurate move upon himself. His look of tenseness slowly turned into a smirk. Logan slowly got to his knees and then got up. He quickly looked for where Tyrion was standing. His opponent had not moved, it seemed he was waiting for Logan to counter.

I don't care how skilled he is, there's no way he isn’t at a disadvantage. Logan though to himself.

He took one step to the right to try to get around Tyrion, however the cunning elf heard the crunching under Logan's foot and quickly turned his head to face Logan’s position, while steadying his blade towards Logan.

Ah...so it is your pointed little ears that let you know when I'm coming is it? Logan whispered to himself, as a menacing smile came upon his face. He suddenly turned towards the crowd, and started to show off. He started with simple tricks using his axe, which then progressed to elaborate stunts of skill. The crowd couldn't get enough of Logan's skill and started to cheer and chant so loud that Logan could barely hear anything else.

Logan turned to Tyrion, who was still facing him, but was straining himself to listen to what Logan was doing. Logan saw his opportunity and so before the crowd started to die down he made his move...

Quickly circling around Tyrion he got behind him, and started to charge towards him. Tyrion could already hear Logan coming and started to turn to his direction with panic. Logan had predicted this and so flung his axe to the far right of himself and Tyrion as he got near, thus creating the illusion that he had jumped out to the right to Tyrion who only heard a thud. By the time Tyrion realized his mistake it was too late, Logan was upon him, and had already disarmed him. A grueling fist battle began as Logan started to pound Tyrion with punch after punch. To Tyrion it felt as if the fury of blows would never stop until he took another hit to the face and had his parchment knocked off of his face. The force of the last punch sent Tyrion back a few steps, but he still was standing.

Logan looked towards Tyrion, who was a gruesome sight. His face was all bruised and his eyes were swollen. Logan’s own knuckles were bleeding and he noticed that neither of the two warriors were near their weapons. He stood waiting for a reaction from his adversary, for he had very little energy to do anything himself.

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Ertai watched.

He was good at watching.

Observation, of course, was a necessary skill to learn, to use. And so, Ertai watched the battle, not with fascination, not with interest, but with... objectivity. He observed.

Having already declined to fight himself, the mage contented himself to be nothing more than a spectator.

But the role of a spectator was not to something to be considered lightly. Events must be watched. History must be recored; things must be seen

Even this battle, this skirmish in a local arena, this was something, something that needed watching.

Ertai watched and waited.


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Seeing all this fighting made Hawke feel a little frisky. he had no weapons just his hands. although the though of making money sounded alot better to him..


Looking around the arena he sees the famous Ertai..

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Hawke was recruted to the Family of Regulators by Maliki. He spoke many times of Ertai as though he was maybe a for founder of MFR. Hawke got up and strode towards Ertai.

Bowing- "Good day , My lord Ertai. May I have the honor of having this seat next to you so that may be able to see the many
storys you have as I listen? im not much of a street fighter but in the battle field i'm believe im the finest, oh yeah! We are the finest.."

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It had been awhile since Nitemare himself had been in an arena, but that didn't keep him from visiting this one. The many friendly, and not so friendly battles he endured while fighting allowed him to make many friends, and many enemies. Many victories, and the agonizing defeats that he also encountered did not bother him. His records had no meaning to him. As long as he had fun while doing it.

Nitemare folded his massive wings on his back, and proceeded into the arena. His eyes scanned the bleachers as the crowds gathered in numbers to watch the action-filled battles.

A duel was taking place at the moment. Two men fought hard in the ring, as their swords crashed against eachother.

Move out of the way you big ogre. I can't see what's happening in the ring! Sit down in Foret's name!!!

Nitemare turned around and look sternly into the young, angered man's eyes. He grinded his metallic teeth in anger, and closed his fist. Knuckles and bones craked in his balled up hand as he began to growl. Nitemare's anger soon subsided though as he remembered his temper had gotten him in lots of trouble already in other taverns and arenas. He was also a demon, and they already had a bad reputation in Maxim.

Nitemare changed his angered expression into a fake look of content. Sorry sir, forgive me... he said, and turned around and walked away, making sure that the talons on the tip of his wing cut the man's cheek in the process....

Now... a place to sit... he thought to himself....

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My Face was destoyed and i could nolonger feel it, I reached armound and found the handkercheif and put it back on my face. May the fury of Kahine fill me with the strength to defeat what stands in the way of an elf.

Despite the brutal wounds he recieved Tyrion got back up the crowd amazed that his body could take this kind of punishment. Logan Got up again too but his legs started to buckle somewhat and his knuckles had streams of blood flowing inbetween the crevases of his fingers.

"This is no elf, it be a deamon from the vast plains of Chaos."Logan muttered to himself. The crowed were awe strucken that these two keep on fighting despite their injuries. Logans Arm that got hit with an arrow swelled up and became stiff and hard to move. Logan was flexing to test its use but was only rewarded with a shooting pain.
"Ughh........DAMMN YOU TO HELL!!!" Logan started walking with an accelerating pace towards Tyrion, his face gringed as he clinched his teeth for an attack. He knew trhe pain in his body would be great to unleash another attack.

Tyrion could here hear the forceful breath eminating from Logans mouth. Logan knew he had to stir the crowed to get Tyrion again. Tyrion couldn't do much about it so as soon the volume of the crowed rose slightly he lunged at Logan Logan Dodged the attack. However this was part of the plan Tyrion knew the general area of where his sword landed and he felt around the floor till he found it. Then just as Logan got back into his battle stance Tyrions sword was spinning right at his head. Logan was lucky he got hit between the eyes with the butt end of te sword.

Logan lie motionless unconscious on the arena floor. Tyrion slowly made an attempt to get back to Logans body and go for the deathblow.....but their were 10metres between them and Tyrion was slow at getting up and moving Logan still had a chance. Although The sword was out of reach Logan might be able to still do somthing.......


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Nitemare shut his crimson eyes and his body cringed as he watch the two men battle in the arena. One's face was nearly beaten off as the man brutally struck at his face repeatedly.

The crowd scream with delight as they saw blood drip onto the ground from the man's face, but they cheered more louder as he got back to his feet.

He is not Human! What punishment he is taking, and is still able to get to his feet.

He opened his eyes just in time to see the nearly faceless man lunge at the other, but to his dismay, the man missed. But it looked like it was done on purpose as the man picked up his sword and hurled it towards the other one's face. It spun in the air violently, finally striking the man in the face. Thank Foret it was only the butt.

The crowd each shouted their expressions of pain and awe... But then silence spread throughout them, as well as Nitemare, as they anticipated what would happen next.

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Grunts and yells from the current combatants guided the hooded figure to the center arena. He found his way to the audience and took a seat. Just as he fixed his robe in order to sit down, the crowd around him jumped up in excietement as the combatants continued their fight. It took him by surprise for a moment as he looked around to see if anyone noticed his expression.

He sat down with a restless sigh, and the visions of the past ages flooded his mind... This environment was familiar. It reminded him of the more carefree days when he all those he fought for were just a few seats away. But he had strayed for years in search of something else, not exactly knowing what that something else was. His wandering spirit led him through lands and years that he never thought would come, and with each passing day, another memory of his past was pushed back. Soon even his name escaped his mind, for no one had said it for so long during his journey of solitude. He swore a secrecy of his past to be locked inside until the day one of his lost comrades would find him.

Nascondendolo, as some villagers started calling him, shook the thought from his head just as a jug of ale drenched the side of his robe. The drunk who was previously standing next to him had collapsed to the floor. Nascondendolo noticed five more empty jugs beside the drunk's seat. He merely shook his head at the drunk and then turned his attention to his newly decorated and scented robe.


"Well, isn't that just convenient..." he muttered.

He transferred to a less crowded corner of the arena and stood against the wall with one leg propped up and his arms folded.


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Logan stared at Tyrion standing with his sword held prepared above his head. The elf was panting, with little energy left, and little sight left as well. It was quite the sight to see one who is normally so graceful and perfect to be taken down to this level... and that too, by his friend! Logan knew there was no way one of them winning would ever satisfy both of them, there was simply no way either warrior could let up, for a loss to either would be a deadly blow to their egos. Tyrion... you look like hell... are you sure you wish to continue? Logan said in a voice only audible to Tyrion, to the crowd it simply looked as if Logan was cursing at his opponent (an accepted and praised Fenrisian tradition).

From the sounds of it friend you also are having troubles keeping this up. Tyrion replied smugly. Logan smirked, his friend was a clever little sneak, he would have to come clean. You are right, I can not keep this up much longer. But I cannot loose, these are my people, and I will not fall I their eyes. Lets end this, its obvious we are both equally good warriors. Logan replied earnestly. Tyrion considered Logan's statement. He was right, Logan could not loose this fight, but neither could he. He was one of the greatest warriors of Elven-kin, how could he allow himself to loose to a... human!

Alright... I have an idea... neither of us will win, but at least neither of us will loose! Tyrion started to explain.

Logan stood and listened carefully to Tyrion's plan, hopefully they would be able to pull it off.

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In the cornor of his eye, Nitemare noticed the dark figure that made his way throughout the crowd and into a corner of the arena. But his eyes were mostly focused on the fight.

It seemed that one of the fighters were communicating with one of the people in the audience. The demon allowed his eyes to move about for a while. Scanning the crowd to see who he was talking too, but to no avail.

The elf seemed to be getting up, and setting up for a next attack. The crowed growled with anticipation. What was going to happen next? The crimson eyes still scanning the crowd, but finally looking up towards the secluded area.

The dark figure stood, with his arms folded. But his lips were not moving. Something seemed wrong. Something was not right. Wasn't this contributed as a form of cheating.

There must be dark magic going on?! he thought to himself. Be a user of dark magic himself, Nitemare tried to scan the stranger's mind, but the shouting and rowdiness of the crowd made it quite difficult.

Nitemare rose from his seat. This is unfair! he said, as he made his way towards the stranger...

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The crowd within the Arena were going crazy with the battles raging inside. Hawke tried to ignore the noise and pass right on by, his wife was expecting him, but he had to know who was battling so he made his way to the entrance gate.

The Arena was huge and the crowd were being whipped into a frenzy from the sight of blood..Digging into his pocket he produces a few gold pieces to enter.

He had often wanted to battle in the Arena but never yet got up the nerves to battle in front of so many friends and family. War was never pretty and Hawke was also never pretty, not a good mix, so he avoided the lime light. He would rather watch then be watched.

Walking around for a few moments he found himself a good spot to view the ruthless batlling. Sweat mixed with blood, magic met blade, the contestants battled and Hawke watched from afar on a cold piece of stone, but he would wake in the morning glad he was not a fighter in the Arena. Someday when wars were not so regular in Maxim he might try his luck battling but for now he would just watch.

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