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Name: Ogedai Age: 36 Appearance:  Bio: The plains to the East of Anax are ruled by a loosely knit group of clans who fight primarily on horseback. Their tactics and speed in battle have given the Legion a difficult time. Diplomats returning to the nomad clans have brought news of the Anaxus Prime Coliseum, and the Khan of Khans sent one of her greatest warriors to show his skill, so that all of Anax will fear them. Strength: 1 Speed: 2 Skill: 4 Armor: 2

A voice from the Master's box, a tower that stood on one side of the arena and reached halfway up the stands, echoed throughout the Coliseum. "Well it's a shame I missed most of _that_ fight! But we have great shows for you today! A special surprise that I've gone to some trouble to procure! While we set up, how about we have a little show of skill!" Down in the arena two men stepped out of the armory bay. One was a bearded Anaxan man. He carried a long bow, and wore nothing but a pair of bracers and a leather skirt. He was raising his hands to the crowd, shouting joyously to them. The other man was darker skinned, and obscured in strange armor and a heavily ornamental helmet. He also carried a bow, though his was strange and curved, and he had a scimitar at his side as well. He stood near the armory bay and waited for the Anaxan man to reach the other side of the arena. The Anaxan man turned and knocked an arrow from a side quiver, meanwhile the other man took two arrows into his right hand, and held his finger on the bow, neither arrow knocked. When the Anaxan man let his arrow fly, the other man flicked one of his arrows up to the bow. His arrow intercepted the first one, and was immediately followed by the second, which flew through the air and landed with a thump in the Anaxan man's right shoulder. The man screamed and fell to his knees. The strange man took three more arrows from his quiver and was charging full sprint to the Anaxan, who was trying desperately to knock an arrow with his injured arm. The stranger was about to fire when the Master's voice filled the arena again. "Hold!" he said, a laugh barely discernible through his voice. "Amicus is injured, there's no need to kill him. Ladies and gentlemen, this stranger is called Ogedai, he comes from the east!" There was a great outbreak of murmuring. This was a man from one of the lands that the Anaxan legion was campaigning against. "He has come to show us his strength and skill in battle. And I rather think he's done so now!" Two men with a stretcher came form the armory bay to collect Amicus, who refused assistance and instead stood and staggered back to the gate. Ogedai, meanwhile, had already come back and was making his way up the stairs to the contestant stands. Orun looked at the stranger, nearly speechless. "I.. Wow! incredible! What was your trick, how do you knock your arrows so fast?" The man barely looked at Orun, and deflected the question. "It's a simple skill. You should know it just from watching. Children where I come from can do that." Orun's face darkened, but he said nothing of the man's rudeness. Ogedai stood away from the other contestants. He took his helmet off, revealing long, braided black hair. He watched the rest of the proceedings with a look of detached boredom. The Master's voice was echoing again. "Well, if you want a treat, I'd like to invite Orun back to the arena! I have a beast I think even _you_ would find challenging. You may even want a partner!" Orun turned away from the rude Easterner and looked at Garvus. "Well, maybe now is a good time for us to fight together. Lend me your shield? I'm anxious to see what Auldus has procured for us."

Just a bump to see if anyone else wants to join up. It's going good so far, and I'd love to have other fighters.

Good plan. Since most of my notes are scattered whenever I happen to come up with something.

A note about tech levels in this world: This world is just barely on the brink of the Iron Age. Bronze is the norm, and is far cheaper than iron. Helmfirth is the only culture that has mastered the production of steel, everyone else produces it only occasionally and completely by accident(as they don't yet understand the concept of mixing carbon into the iron). Despite Anaxan attempts to gain the knowledge, Helmfirth smiths have guarded it, some with their very lives. As a result, they are still the only smiths who can produce reliable steel. Even though they never wanted to enter the empire, the increased trade and demand for this unique feat of smithing has made Helmfirth quite wealthy since entering the empire.

The contestant section of the stands was a small, walled box booth that was set into the arena wall about ten feet from the ground. The public stands were above and on both sides of the box, and the only way out was through a set of stairs on the back wall, which led into the armory bay. The armory bay was the one in which contestants collected their Coliseum provided weapons before stepping onto the sand. Orun was in the box, wrapping linen around his scratch. He had already removed his chest plate and his silk cape, which were sitting nearby. When Garvus slapped his bottom, Orun rolled his eyes but answered mildly. "Thank you very much, Garvus. It's good to be appreciated by another athlete. Maybe you'll lend me your shield in another fight later today. We'll see what Master Auldus has in mind when he returns."

When two characters are in the arena you may post back to back. Other characters may comment and converse from the stands, but it won't affect you.

The main thread has started, but we are still accepting new players and new characters.

Yeah, short paragraphs for fight scenes are ideal. And Jangle, not every fight ends with a death. I figure we'll let the RP go on for a little while before characters start dying.

Hm, so it's a gift from a sponsor, basically? I'm not gonna lie, that part of your post was a little muddy and hard to understand. That's something I can live with, but we'll save it for later, okay?