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The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

A caveman, a demon, and a cave in. Not worth his time. Thought the Headsman as he passed the clusterfuck on the mountainside. Too much noise, too many people, not enough time. He needed a quary that could survive a fight with him, he needed someone he could bring the absolute greatest amount of pain to without killing them. Headsman needed someone that he could make suffer, none of those people he just passed would prove to sate his bloodlust.

Especially the two fighting outside, what kind of idiot holds a grudge in this particular setting? Even if you get revenge it doesn't last, the only thing one can hope for in the Arena is to make your foe suffer. If they do not die, they can feel so much more. You can get as much pleasure from your grizzly task as you like. "What am I doing? Oh, right. Climbing. Let's not think about that, not yet. I don't get to have a taste of that fun until I get to the top."

The tip of the axe scraped across a patch of exposed stone, sparks emerging from its metal tip and scattering to the winds. Headsman trudged upwards, dragging himself up the mountain until he reached a sheer cliff. Rallon's right arm swung upwards and slammed the blade into the side of the cliff. With his free hand he reached up and grasped a jutting stone. It gave under his weight and dropped to his feet. "I'm too heavy for small stones, got it." He reached up again, sticking his hand into the gap where that stone had been. This process went on for a solid thirty or so seconds, he scaled the cliff in what would be record time for a normal human. At the top he saw a huge tract of land between him and the top, looking down he hadn't made much headway from the caved in location down below.

"Mountains are hard." The axe was frustrated, it had never done this before. Mountains were always obstacles to avoid, rather than scale.

Nonetheless, it needed to be done. The Headsman was going to grab the attention of every warrior in the Everlasting Arena at the same moment. They would come to him like lambs to the slaughter.

Time passed, every time the Headsman looked forward he was close to his goal. The mountain's peak came into shape ahead of him, scraping the clouds with its intimidating height. What seemed like hours passed for the Headsman, and likely hours did pass, time is convoluted here.

Twelve more steps to the peak, it plateaued outwards at the top. Flattening into a somewhat smooth surface, although it is rougher than sandpaper to the touch. "I am here." The words passed his lips, turning to steam as they touched the air around him. It was cold up here, very cold.

"Cold is uncomfortable, but it does not hurt. Cold is tolerable." He lamented, pacing around the edge of the mountain's flat peak. Looking down on the fights below, some more impressive than others.

None would be more impressive than his.

Glowing brightly, the axe trailed its energy around Rallon's body. Its intensity grew, eclipsing the area around him in its light. "Come to me." Its light shrunk to the edge of the axe, his arm lowered allowing its edge to scrape the ground for a moment. Rallon howled, throwing his head backwards and raising the axe to the heavens above. "Come to me!"

A lash of crescent energy erupted from the blade, firing off into the skies. A beacon of crimson white and gold. It parted the clouds and shined its crimson light over the peak of the mountain, its influence shown even to the cavern below. The light would be impossible to miss, even to the farthest reaches of the Arena.

They would see, they would come, and they would suffer.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

Headsman going up the mountain, enjoy his internal monologues on the idiocy he just witnessed.

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

Gimme a few minutes, I'll have a CS written up. I might scrape the rust off of one of my most aggressive characters.

The Everlasting Arena: Character Deposit

I'll need a range on that lightning bolt there, Notdeadyet. In fact, I'll need a range on everything.

Sol is accepted, Eklispe.

Once you get his Physical and Psychological, as well as the History your Demon Wolf is accepted Vordak.

You already know my review, Green. Finish the sheet and he's accepted.

All vehicles are allowed, however, the pilots of those vehicles require character sheets of their own.

Though there is no official limitation on the level of the characters themselves. I might want to work on some sort of regulation for that.

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

I'll take the bait, though I feel like I'm swallowing a hook here.

What Tier of PC are we going for? I've got a few who I haven't used in a while.

The Worth of a Man

In that fashion that was described to him not five minutes earlier, the human that Kanitah was facing seemed to have the idea wrapped into his head that this was something of great importance. It really wasn't, but Kanitah was just frustrated enough by his intentionally threatening vent of energy that he didn't bother to think about the repercussions of what he's about to say.

"Bunky, eh? That some sort of insult? Pardon me if I sound rude, but the last 'representative' of any planet or organization that glowed like a light-bulb wound up giving me scars across my entire body. " Dragging his finger along the scar on his forehead, running its length before dropping his hand to his side. "My name is Kanitah Noraha Ayna, holder of a word of power, hero of Pundambaya."

The wind whipped across his face, throwing the hair violently to the side. Kanitah didn't blink, didn't tear his eyes away from Freedom for a moment. This was no whimpy little alien on a dinky rock, this was someone who would fit right in on Pundambaya. Strong build, strong face, strong everything pretty much. Kanitah would honestly be a little impressed by his stature if he wasn't frustrated by his attitude.

He pointed back down at the ground, his brow furrowed deeply. "Now, I'm moving to the ground. If you join me on the ground, that's just fine." He spoke incredibly bluntly on that point, knocking on the door of the cabin. The man inside turned and looked through the window between them, Kanitah's face was twisted up with an obvious frustration. "Head down, we're going to the ground."

The pilot nodded and pushed forward on the wheel, the ship began descending to the ground. "Now, I won't 'order' you to follow. But if you want to continue our civil discussion in a more reasonable environment I'll meet you down there." Kanitah shouted out the door before slamming it shut. Kanitah smirked, whoever this guy was, he had called the wrong fellow 'Bunky.'

He doesn't know what that means, actually, but he assumes it's some sort of insult. And he has personally taken offense to it.

The Worth of a Man

Fast approaching, the energy streak came into shape and slowed itself before the ship. It was a humanoid figure, quite obviously so. A bright luminescence wrapped itself around this flying man as he flipped through the sky, depleting his momentum to come to eye level with the craft. Onboard the ship the short alien fiddled around in a drawer, pulling out an earpiece and a mouthpiece. Placing them in the respective orifices required for them to function. These are translators, Kanitah does not naturally speak human tongues.

The ship settled into place, both Freedom and the hovering space-craft were suspended in mid-air. With his right hand, Kanitah gripped his jaw and moved it from side to side. Settling the small device underneath his tongue and behind his molars. "Hey, close the Cabin door. You can't survive the pressures."

The pilot gave him a thumbs up, and pressed the door button. Slamming the sliding door closed. With the cabin shut he reached forward and grasped the handle, twisting it to the right and sliding the shuttle doors open. In full view of Kanitah was a man of impressive stature, with an even more impressive energy about him.

Time stood still for Kanitah, his eyes shifted from right to left. They trailed down the energy that was leaking from Freedom's body. A volatile energy, no doubt. But evil? Not particularly, but he's learned that not everything's so cut and dry as it is back home.

Gesturing with his right hand, Kanitah pointed to the ground so far below them. "You're sure moving fast, friend. And you're glowing with a volatile energy, I've seen only a few like it in the past. I didn't particularly like it back then either." His mouth moved significantly out of sync with the words coming out of it, of course due to the translator preventing him from actually speaking and replacing it with one of the native tongues of Humans. "So why don't we take this down to the ground and we'll discuss just why you're glowing so brightly with fists clenched."

Bringing his hand back to his side, he tilts his head to the right just slightly.

The Worth of a Man

Just outside of a small blue rock orbiting a beautiful main sequence star, a transport vessel was stopped. Hovering just outside of the Atmosphere of the planet below, within orbit two men discussed their location over a cup of smuggled other-worldly alcohol. The shorter of the two raised his mug and pointed out the window, down at the planet. "I'd be willing to bet you fifty credits that you don't know what Star-System we're in." With a slightly buzzed grin crossing his face, Kanitah knew exactly where they were. He'd seen the planet before. It was a heavily populated planet known in the surrounding systems as Earth. So the humans on the planet called it, at least. To Kanitah's people it was Main Sequence - Habitable Planet # 1520. But Earth sounded prettier, at least.

With an obviously drunken slur to his tone, the taller man with much darker skin growled. "A'course I know what plannut this is!" He had to recover from that one, somehow he had forgotten to breathe before he shouted. "That's that little rock fer thuh Hyoomans. They call it Earth. Gotta lotta folks down there who don't like our kind, y'know?"

Perking his right brow, Kanitah leaned in and rested his mug on the crate between them. "Whaddya mean? Do they not like Pundambayans or something? Have they met with us and I just missed it? Where's the memo?" Obviously a bit intrigued by this statement, his face screwed up a bit. Honestly he was a bit insulted.

"Nah nah. See, those folks down'ar think they're s'm'real important species. Got a grudge against extrat'restrels, cause they think they get abducted by normal folk." The taller one threw his head back, slamming the rest of his drink. Spluttering for a moment as he choked down the beverage. "But uh, most- If not all- Races know that they get kidnapped by slavers and organ harvesters." This sentence was punctuated by a resounding burp that felt as thought it shook the very framework of the small vessel.

With one hand he rubbed his chin, thinking to himself about how he'd personally witnessed a few of these kidnappings himself. That's how he had wound up slugging it out on a backwoods planet not a year ago. "Damn slavers, hate those bastards. They're obviously trying to build something, but I'll be damned if I know what."

"Hey! Hey hey hey! I won that bet, you gotta pay up, Kanitah!" For a moment his eyes lit up with excitement, realizing that he had just earned free money.

With a wave of his hand he dismissed the comment, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a couple plastic cards with engravings on them. "Take'm you greedy drunk." He hungrily snatched them from Kanitah's hand, pocketing them and standing from his seat. The drunk stretched a bit, popping his back.

Kanitah rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the window beside him and looking down at the planet below. A bright streak crossing the sky caught his eye. "Well I'll be damned, are there beings of power just gallivanting about down there?"

"Eh' what? Oh, thar. Yeah, sometimes they get up in a rut, other times they're just assholes. Why? You wan'go check it out?" His drunken friend pointed over his shoulder to the control room, it was vacant of course.

Kanitah thought for a moment, watching the streak accelerate across the edge of the atmosphere. Just a few thousand miles below them, but brilliant enough to catch his eye. "Yeah, I think I will." The pilot groaned, realizing that he'd have to pilot the ship while drunk. With a couple uneasy steps he planted himself into the Pilot's seat and grasped a pair of twin handles, pressing a few buttons with his right hand. The ship began to descend into the atmosphere, adjusting its trajectory to intersect with the path of the streak of energy.

Honestly, Kanitah was hoping that streak of light was gonna be something interesting. Since his resounding draw previously, the long recovery, and the trip out this-a-ways. He hasn't seen much action, so this might prove to be something just up his alley.

Breaking through the atmosphere, the ship began to glow with the flames of entry. Kanitah touched the window, feeling a bit of heat through the high density glass. They plummeted through the sky, reaching terminal velocity as they dove. The path of the glowing streak was perpendicular to the path of the ship.

Whatever it was, Kanitah just sort of hoped that it wouldn't just ram them once they reached its position.

The Worth of a Man

6'll be fine, I love a challenge.

Also, expect my post shortly.

The Worth of a Man

I've sent the Character Sheet to you in a PM.