Doc Doctor

Blood, sand and entertainment.

@BloodyRed

Well cool. I'm up for it any time, so whenever you're ready just let me know.

Blood, sand and entertainment.

@BloodyRed@Vordak

Damn it Vordak, you got here before me.
Dibs on the winner.

Arena Chat Thread

Aye. There's been lots of past issues with crews coming in and using their own crooked judges in their own crooked tournaments, and sometimes even homegrown judges may be rather biased, so I'd recommend a set of three judges, one who knows neither party, and one from each player's 'camp', so to speak.

If you doubt a judge's neutrality, check their history. Keep a record of what actions take place during your fights, and try to stick to techniques with references. If you can't describe a move well, don't describe it at all. If you play your cards right you won't get the wrong end of the stick when you eventually run into someone dishonest.

The World of Aerion

He crossed the gangplank last, squinting in the sunlight. Too bright, too open, too populated. Catskull was wary. As he listened to the elf speak, he came to the decision to not attend the meeting. The others would take care of that. As the others followed the elf, Catskull dipped into the shadows between the encroaching trees and took his own route, scouting the general area and eavesdropping on any conversations he came across, studying the timing of the guards as they went about their rounds. If there was any shady business going on, Catskull bore a solid chance of finding out about it.

It wasn't likely that the elves were actual enemies, but Catskull was well versed in the art of war. If you let your guard down once, you'll be liable to let it down again, and all it takes is one slip, one mistake, one poor choice. Placing yourself at the mercy of a host may seem mundane and common, but time and time again have legions been taken in by friendly deception and massacred by those they trusted. The strong fighters of old always placed themselves beyond the reach of their enemy, to provoke and wait for weaknesses.

When a warrior stops moving, that is when he will most likely die.

The World of Aerion

@TheLazarus

I'm up for whatever

The World of Aerion

Catskull's tankard sat by itself on a table, abandoned, half empty. He'd only taken the one drink and then, true to his namesake, slipped quietly away like a cat the moment they had taken their eyes off him.

He was in the back of the hull once more, and had a wooden bowl on his head. He cut around it with a knife. How else do you give yourself a bowl cut?

The World of Aerion

Tankard in hand, Catskull filled it near to the brim with a thick, dark, frothy stout from the Northern provinces. He probably liked his coffee black too. It seemed uncharacteristic of him to merrily drink, and without his sword by his side at that. He smiled easily and sat down, chair creaking.

"Savages are more courteous than civilized men, as they may be impolite without having their skulls split. Tis a saying from a distance land, one mine ancestors had migrated away from many generations ago. Let us do away with formalities and toast to savagery. Skumps! Skumps!"

He cocked his head back and swilled half the pint down.

~TODDLETOTS COLOSSEUM~

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The World of Aerion

Catskull's ears pricked, his nose upturned, and his eyelids fluttered, a light shiver coursing up his body like an electric current. A blade loosed from a scabbard, a sound he'd never mistake. His shadow flit across the hull and in a trice he'd be crouched just behind the doorframe where the knights were concluding their feud. His body had already been relaxed, but his mind followed suit only after learning that it had just been a scrap, and not an attack. Kase, Roland, and Elric were they?
He had to think logically. Infighting wouldn't be advantageous if a real attack did occur. He had to settle it now or risk future dangers.

He slowly turned into the doorway, black gloved hands held peaceably up, palms open. He addressed the knights.

"Hark! Thy quarrel has gone and disturbed mine rest. Now, thanks to thee, I must open yonder cask of fine ale in the hull to quench mine frustrations. Shall then we have a mug or two and tranquilize ourselves well and damn good?"