07-12-2010, 02:32 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-25-2017, 05:29 PM by ThePharaoh.)
( I have been wanting to do this for some time... I am inspired by the posts made by Kiffles and Rent. It was a good idea and both were extremely well written. I shall use those posts as my muse. This may be long as I enjoy writing/reading it. If it's not for you, you'll know before you get half way through this post. If you enjoy any of these characters I hope you enjoy the story. Rated. R for language)
The arena is full, the audience is silent as they sit cramped in anticipation. The audience is filled with many familiar faces, a lone spot light follows a silhouette of a man, edges of his body and jewelry reflect the light with sharp gold accents. The man is donned in a ceremonial Egyptian robe, lined in gold and detail. He wears tall crown as he silently steps forward, his sandals patting down the soft dirt. He appears as an Egyptian king, from a time and world long ago. He takes the Microphone and clears his throat.
The murmur of the voices quiet down, the chirping crickets calling to each other in the night jungle.
"Good evening, my friends, enemies, and peers." The crowd's voice unifies into one moan of screams, boos, cheers and insults. Flickering of lights, sprinkle the Arena stands as multiple flashes simultaneous blink as the Pharaoh speaks. A feral looking Sin'dorei woman watches with mild interest, she licks her enlarged canines slowly, as she sits between two well armored Sin'dorei Females.
"Everything must come to an end..." He starts, A Orc Death knight with white hair listens to the announcer yet continues sketching using his finger nail. He doesn't look up, blue eyes illuminating the parchment. "Hurry the f**k up, ya dumb ass Berk!" A female voice calls out loudly. A dark haired tan woman stands up, with a chiseled physique, next to her a red haired man with an eye patch sits with his arms crossed. He nods agreeing.
The Pharaoh looks to the stands. "I have brought you here to witness this end as we transcend into the future, into new beginnings..." A concerned Draenei female watches next to a few others. She is all white, the large Draenei beside her sky blue, donned in a priest's robe. A Sin'dorei with short spikey blond hair watches the arena floor smirking. An elf hands him a mug of rum. "Your drink Mr. Sunwing." He nods, and takes it watching the Pharaoh speak. "....These fighters have all been through their share of trials to make it to -this- point. Many have entered this realm but, most didn't last."
A pale white death knight watches with her chin raised, a group of grim death knights behind her. She glares at the pharaoh, her rune blade hissing like an annoyed alligator. "Shh..I want to hear this." She says. An old tauren with a burnt face watches, next to Marius Yursell. Both the Elf and the Tauren look irritated. "I will now bring forth the challengers who will represent the Alliance and the Horde from my fighters. So let us begin." The audience erupts in thunder, as you see the many different races together in a sea of people cheering and screaming meshing together into one noise similar to a crashing wave on a beach.
The spot light leaves the Pharaoh, as the arena goes dark. "The first, began his journey aiding a Militia, he survived sudden death twice and is here to do it a third time... We have Raphaaaaeeel "The Kodo"...ORDONIS!!!" A young brunette woman stands up and waves widely with both arms, she loses her balance and falls over. A gnome female stands up on her seat cheering. "Get 'em Raph!!!"
A cone of light focuses on a metal gate that slowly rises, sifting dust to the ground. A man in an all red tuxedo walks out, a red fedora tilted low covering his eyes and nose. He stops to look around and lights a cigar. The crowd cheers and boos. "Chh...Dumbass" The muscly woman says under her breath. A troll next to her with blue dreads and a eye patch claps his hands. "Make eet goo'." A large primal with fire red hair over it's body watches with indifference.
The Pharaoh becomes submerged in the spot light once more. A draenei woman, and human woman walk out to the arena taking two swords and a satchel of equipment to Raphael. The Pharaoh continues. "Helping him on the alliance we have one who started out bitter and vulgar, she has since learned some patience and will be returning full force. We have Chioneeeee "Umbra" JAAAAADELEAAAAAF!" The light leaves the Pharaoh and goes to the gate, it rises as no one exits. The crowd goes from booing to a hushed murmur, as a human flies out into the dirt. The light brightens up trying to illuminate the problem once more. Umbra walks out donned in green and black leather. Her arms crossed and her turquoise hair pulled back into one large braid that falls down her chest. Her face is scowled as she looks to the human. "...Don't fucking touch me." She kicks him as she walks over him.
Raphael looks to her as smirking, she looks forward ignoring him. "Good at least you can fight an' shit.." Raphael says, Umbra's amber eyes slowly slide to Raphael's direction, she looks forward saying nothing. The crowd's cheers and boos mixing nicely creating an ambiance of excitement and anticipation. "And -THESE- are your survivors for the Alliance, let's give them a round of applause for making it this far." The crowd continues the mesh of mixed reactions just louder. Raphael smirks under his hat, as Umbra is unaffected.
A group of Orcs begin a rhythm of -Stomp- -Stomp- -Clap-, other members of the horde picking it up, the tauren's hooves making loud booms. "For. The. Horde." They chant over and over. A orc larger than the rest sits at an extravagant throne, members from the horde surround him watching the fight. The orc raises his hand, and all goes silent. The Pharaoh continues. "For the Horde, we have a young Orc....he was a member of the Far Wolf Clan...and helped fight in the war in Northrend. Maakuuu "The Scourge-Slayer" BONETHUNDEEERRRRRR!!" The Orc Death Knight looks up for a second, the tauren with the burnt face growls at the name.
A strong Orcish female watches silently, next to the angered Tauren. The Spot light flashes to a gate as it slowly opens. A young but strong Orc walks out with a large stone sword on his back. He raises a fist to the sky, and screams. "LOK'TAR OGAR!!!!" The Orcs in the stands erupt as they resume the drumming rhythm. "For. The. Horde." They chant over and over. Maku walks to the horde side of the Arena and stabs his sword into the ground. The roaring subsides as Pharaoh begins to speak. "Last on the side of the horde, we have one who started out in the shadows, and eventually came to shine his own light... We have Jidaeo "Novaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Novalight!!!!" The crowd erupts in boos as the search light focuses on the last gate. It slowly rises as an elf drifts out wearing a large black cloak, his hood covers his face as a black pony tail slides out of the reach of his cowl.
The boo's drown out the sound of the chanting orcs, A noble Sin'dorei female with her hair in a bun glares at the cloaked elf. The elf with enlarged canines grins, exposing them she licks them in anticipation. "Come on, Nova.." She says low her fel green eyes glued to the arena. Jidaeo stops beside Maku and extends his left arm to his side waiting as if he was accepting a present. A skeleton hobbles beside him, laying a cane in his hand. The orc looks to the cloaked Elf curiously. "A Girl?!" He shakes his head grunting. The High Wolf face-palms in the stands. Jidaeo slowly removes his cowl, he brushes hair from his face with his thumb. He looks to Maku angrily. "A -Dead- Girl?!" Maku groans, "Ugh...."
"Hmph." Jidaeo responds as he slides his sword out of his cane.
A group of masked elves, watch donned in white tabards with a black rising sun on them.
"Let us settle this -once- and for all!!!" The Pharaoh calls out.
Raphael flicks his cigar and steps on it. "For the alliance..." He says glaring at Maku.
Umbra cracks her knuckles, and crosses her arms looking to Jidaeo. She raises her chin, looking down to the Sin'Dorei. "For the Kaldorei..."
Maku puts one fist over his chest, "...There will be a storm.." Maku says more to himself than anyone. Jidaeo looks to the Orc confused. "But there will only be...Blood and Thunder. For the Horde." Maku says seriously as he grips the hilt of the sword jammed into the ground.
Jidaeo looks to his blade then to Umbra tilting his head, as his neck pops. "Selama ashal'anore"
The Pharaoh raises his arm. "FIGHT!!!"
The Crowd roars in a frenzy as the fighters stare each other down. (To Be continued...)
The arena is full, the audience is silent as they sit cramped in anticipation. The audience is filled with many familiar faces, a lone spot light follows a silhouette of a man, edges of his body and jewelry reflect the light with sharp gold accents. The man is donned in a ceremonial Egyptian robe, lined in gold and detail. He wears tall crown as he silently steps forward, his sandals patting down the soft dirt. He appears as an Egyptian king, from a time and world long ago. He takes the Microphone and clears his throat.
The murmur of the voices quiet down, the chirping crickets calling to each other in the night jungle.
"Good evening, my friends, enemies, and peers." The crowd's voice unifies into one moan of screams, boos, cheers and insults. Flickering of lights, sprinkle the Arena stands as multiple flashes simultaneous blink as the Pharaoh speaks. A feral looking Sin'dorei woman watches with mild interest, she licks her enlarged canines slowly, as she sits between two well armored Sin'dorei Females.
"Everything must come to an end..." He starts, A Orc Death knight with white hair listens to the announcer yet continues sketching using his finger nail. He doesn't look up, blue eyes illuminating the parchment. "Hurry the f**k up, ya dumb ass Berk!" A female voice calls out loudly. A dark haired tan woman stands up, with a chiseled physique, next to her a red haired man with an eye patch sits with his arms crossed. He nods agreeing.
The Pharaoh looks to the stands. "I have brought you here to witness this end as we transcend into the future, into new beginnings..." A concerned Draenei female watches next to a few others. She is all white, the large Draenei beside her sky blue, donned in a priest's robe. A Sin'dorei with short spikey blond hair watches the arena floor smirking. An elf hands him a mug of rum. "Your drink Mr. Sunwing." He nods, and takes it watching the Pharaoh speak. "....These fighters have all been through their share of trials to make it to -this- point. Many have entered this realm but, most didn't last."
A pale white death knight watches with her chin raised, a group of grim death knights behind her. She glares at the pharaoh, her rune blade hissing like an annoyed alligator. "Shh..I want to hear this." She says. An old tauren with a burnt face watches, next to Marius Yursell. Both the Elf and the Tauren look irritated. "I will now bring forth the challengers who will represent the Alliance and the Horde from my fighters. So let us begin." The audience erupts in thunder, as you see the many different races together in a sea of people cheering and screaming meshing together into one noise similar to a crashing wave on a beach.
The spot light leaves the Pharaoh, as the arena goes dark. "The first, began his journey aiding a Militia, he survived sudden death twice and is here to do it a third time... We have Raphaaaaeeel "The Kodo"...ORDONIS!!!" A young brunette woman stands up and waves widely with both arms, she loses her balance and falls over. A gnome female stands up on her seat cheering. "Get 'em Raph!!!"
A cone of light focuses on a metal gate that slowly rises, sifting dust to the ground. A man in an all red tuxedo walks out, a red fedora tilted low covering his eyes and nose. He stops to look around and lights a cigar. The crowd cheers and boos. "Chh...Dumbass" The muscly woman says under her breath. A troll next to her with blue dreads and a eye patch claps his hands. "Make eet goo'." A large primal with fire red hair over it's body watches with indifference.
The Pharaoh becomes submerged in the spot light once more. A draenei woman, and human woman walk out to the arena taking two swords and a satchel of equipment to Raphael. The Pharaoh continues. "Helping him on the alliance we have one who started out bitter and vulgar, she has since learned some patience and will be returning full force. We have Chioneeeee "Umbra" JAAAAADELEAAAAAF!" The light leaves the Pharaoh and goes to the gate, it rises as no one exits. The crowd goes from booing to a hushed murmur, as a human flies out into the dirt. The light brightens up trying to illuminate the problem once more. Umbra walks out donned in green and black leather. Her arms crossed and her turquoise hair pulled back into one large braid that falls down her chest. Her face is scowled as she looks to the human. "...Don't fucking touch me." She kicks him as she walks over him.
Raphael looks to her as smirking, she looks forward ignoring him. "Good at least you can fight an' shit.." Raphael says, Umbra's amber eyes slowly slide to Raphael's direction, she looks forward saying nothing. The crowd's cheers and boos mixing nicely creating an ambiance of excitement and anticipation. "And -THESE- are your survivors for the Alliance, let's give them a round of applause for making it this far." The crowd continues the mesh of mixed reactions just louder. Raphael smirks under his hat, as Umbra is unaffected.
A group of Orcs begin a rhythm of -Stomp- -Stomp- -Clap-, other members of the horde picking it up, the tauren's hooves making loud booms. "For. The. Horde." They chant over and over. A orc larger than the rest sits at an extravagant throne, members from the horde surround him watching the fight. The orc raises his hand, and all goes silent. The Pharaoh continues. "For the Horde, we have a young Orc....he was a member of the Far Wolf Clan...and helped fight in the war in Northrend. Maakuuu "The Scourge-Slayer" BONETHUNDEEERRRRRR!!" The Orc Death Knight looks up for a second, the tauren with the burnt face growls at the name.
A strong Orcish female watches silently, next to the angered Tauren. The Spot light flashes to a gate as it slowly opens. A young but strong Orc walks out with a large stone sword on his back. He raises a fist to the sky, and screams. "LOK'TAR OGAR!!!!" The Orcs in the stands erupt as they resume the drumming rhythm. "For. The. Horde." They chant over and over. Maku walks to the horde side of the Arena and stabs his sword into the ground. The roaring subsides as Pharaoh begins to speak. "Last on the side of the horde, we have one who started out in the shadows, and eventually came to shine his own light... We have Jidaeo "Novaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Novalight!!!!" The crowd erupts in boos as the search light focuses on the last gate. It slowly rises as an elf drifts out wearing a large black cloak, his hood covers his face as a black pony tail slides out of the reach of his cowl.
The boo's drown out the sound of the chanting orcs, A noble Sin'dorei female with her hair in a bun glares at the cloaked elf. The elf with enlarged canines grins, exposing them she licks them in anticipation. "Come on, Nova.." She says low her fel green eyes glued to the arena. Jidaeo stops beside Maku and extends his left arm to his side waiting as if he was accepting a present. A skeleton hobbles beside him, laying a cane in his hand. The orc looks to the cloaked Elf curiously. "A Girl?!" He shakes his head grunting. The High Wolf face-palms in the stands. Jidaeo slowly removes his cowl, he brushes hair from his face with his thumb. He looks to Maku angrily. "A -Dead- Girl?!" Maku groans, "Ugh...."
"Hmph." Jidaeo responds as he slides his sword out of his cane.
A group of masked elves, watch donned in white tabards with a black rising sun on them.
"Let us settle this -once- and for all!!!" The Pharaoh calls out.
Raphael flicks his cigar and steps on it. "For the alliance..." He says glaring at Maku.
Umbra cracks her knuckles, and crosses her arms looking to Jidaeo. She raises her chin, looking down to the Sin'Dorei. "For the Kaldorei..."
Maku puts one fist over his chest, "...There will be a storm.." Maku says more to himself than anyone. Jidaeo looks to the Orc confused. "But there will only be...Blood and Thunder. For the Horde." Maku says seriously as he grips the hilt of the sword jammed into the ground.
Jidaeo looks to his blade then to Umbra tilting his head, as his neck pops. "Selama ashal'anore"
The Pharaoh raises his arm. "FIGHT!!!"
The Crowd roars in a frenzy as the fighters stare each other down. (To Be continued...)
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"What are we, as role-players, if not authors in real time?" - MrBubbles
"I've always treated Role-play as Collaborative Writing. Co-authoring the stories of your characters, alongside other people." - Flammos200
TheBook of ThePharaoh
Pharaoh's Colosseum
The Four Suns Inn
"What are we, as role-players, if not authors in real time?" - MrBubbles
"I've always treated Role-play as Collaborative Writing. Co-authoring the stories of your characters, alongside other people." - Flammos200