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As the lethargic Brith and Orc circled each other the crowds again began to cheer for more blood shed. This was truly a main event, and the bloodlust of the Caracan people knew no end. Still the gnawing tension from before persisted. It was as if the world had come to a grinding halt; the people and the place just recycling animation. The two combatants inched closer to one another the Brith ready to pounce. 

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Siella's response to Vazheera was masked by the sounds of loud trumpets that quickly filled the stadium. Their mournful lament played a rendition of [i]"Nighfall Over Caracas"[/i]-- the Caracan national anthem. Any person that had actually paid attention during studies knew that this melody accompanied the merchant-king Arion the II in his sacking of Caracas centuries ago. As if in tandem, the left side gates to the Bull Pits creaked open slowly as a solitary boat crept through the arena's murky waters. Its passengers were three men; two of them stood stoically with their polearms at the ready. They wore leathers blacker than the soot of the Quatzalli volcanoes in High Mist. Their helms, the same color as their armor, was heavy and fear inducing. No doubt elite guard armor.  The third passenger was a man clad in royal armor adorned with the face of a lion at the belt; a crimson cape poured down his back like Caracan wine its tail ragged and cut. A shield with the same lion face decorating its center was fastened to his left arm and in his right hand was a spear. 

The small boat made contact with the edge of the arena floor. As if to meet the intruding forces, Dantel arose from his seat. His robes were a distilled blue, and his off-white cowl served as an additional layer. At this point both the Orc and Brith had ended their battle. The guards and the man stepped onto the area's surface. The crowd around the stadium had grown silent. The trumpets abruptly stopped. The soldier ordered his guards to seize the Orc and the Brith. Polearms pointed at the two warriors, they complied, and dropped their weapons. Meanwhile the man clad in royal armor looked up to the booth that Dantel had been sitting in. 

[color=f7941d]"Dantel Ernesto Amarillo de Caracas, third of his name,"[/color] the man began. His voiced no doubt enhanced via the meticulous infrastructure of the Pits. His voice was one of Caracan origin. The thick accent might have been off-putting for foreigners. Luckily, the subject of his message was no foreigner. 

[color=f7941d]"I am releasing you and your mages of your duty to the city of Caracas. Beyond the walls of these Pits my men have taken [i]back[/i] our streets, and along with it your allies in the League."[/color] The man's booming voice managed to remain stern, and it didn't seem he needed to exert much effort to be heard and felt by the swath of people that looked on in curiosity. The thick smog blanketing the arena seemed more suffocating now as the world was at a standstill. The mage and the spear-man- one from atop his perch and the other in the pits. [color=f7941d]"You will come to uncle's throne room, Dantel..." [/color]the man's voice betrayed him with a whimpering crack. He quickly shook this off before returning his gaze to the mage. [color=f7941d]"You will do as I command or they will die."[/color] The whispering of bemused spectators filled the air of the arena. 

The speaker quickly remedied this. 

[color=f7941d]"Return to your homes," [/color]the man commanded as he slowly turned his focus from Dantel. It was as if he wanted to make eye contact with every single member of the audience. [color=f7941d]"The guards will round up [i]anyone[/i] seen loitering in the streets tonight. Be at peace, soon you will have your city back."[/color] With that a great number of men in the same elite guard as those in the pit swarmed the layered sections of the arena crowd. Absolutely chaos erupted as panicked citizens tried to flee from the guards. From each of your posts you see the guards try to assuage the denizens, but to no avail. When you began to see these people being forcibly detained and taken into custody you knew you couldn't remain. 

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[color=7ea7d8]"Time to go!"[/color] Dantel, who had been eyeing his would be successor, turned his attention to the Foreas. He extended a hand before giving her a warm, but clearly put-on smile.

From your vantage point, Mor'Dor,  you see the mage and his new friend exiting from their lofty booth. Refusing to let them go, you follow narrowly dodging the attention of the guards below. The pair made their escape through the eastern hall of the stadium. Moving swiftly, you catch up to the pair. 

The mage turns to meet your gaze. He stands protectively in front of the Foreas. [color=8493ca]"I don't suspect your one of my brother's idiots, Tiefling,"[/color]he chided before taking a pause. [color=8493ca]"If its my assistance that you seek then perhaps we can help one another. Otherwise, I'd recommend you get out of my way!"[/color]Noticing that the Tiefling before him didn't immediately attack, the mage continued. [color=8493ca]"Come with us;  me putting a stop to my childish little brother's tantrum will prove lucrative for both of us."[/color] 
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Moulder, you feel the presence of some stalking you. To your surprise it isn't the guards just yet. Instead you see two elven woman, one a dark elf and the other an elf of the forests. Inching closer to them you see guards attempting to apprehend them. You clearly saw the exit that Dantel and the Foreas left through. You could easily track him down here. However, you also notice....

[color=0072bc]"Elves ser, are they mages?"[/color] A voice rang out behind you Siella. An elite guard armed with a silver pole-arm at the ready studied you and the other elf from meters away. Another guard stood next to him. This guard, much more cynical, raised his pole-arm in a fighting stance. 

[color=0054a6]"Better safe than sorry. His majesty will have our heads if the mages aren't rounded up."[/color] With that the elite guards move hastily upon you and the dark elf in front of you. 

Vazheera, the larger guard approaches you. He's shorter than you, there's no doubt about that, but he is quite muscular. [color=0054a6]"Don't move, mage."[/color] His voice bellowed out from behind his helm. You felt a confidence radiating from him. He was ready to strike you down. 

Siella, you in turn, notice the smaller guard approaching you. He seems far less confident. [color=0072bc]"Please miss, come with us."[/color] His voice was far less baritone as his cohort's. It rang out from behind his helm, but sounded far more meek. 

It was clear the two of you weren't simply walking away.

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