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Sometime in the recent past

How is that possible? What an achievement.
Truly the greatest of our Empire, our greatest foe vanquished and imprisoned, at our mercy, the Angar-Rylla will rule the Multiverse.
Why hasn’t this information been dispersed through the ranks? It would lighten heavy hearts considering some of our recent setbacks.
I’m unsure, only sixth level officers and higher have been informed thus far, with strict rules on secrecy, I shouldn’t even be speaking with you about this outside of secured quarters, though I can’t see why.
Well, whatever the reason, it’s satisfying to know the mighty Skallagrim has been defeated, I’d better get back to my duties.
Same, stand strong brother.
You too.


From one dark corner of the sparsely populated bridge, two bright blue lights burned with a hungry ferocity.

They’d refused him, demanded to know how he’d heard, misled him, lied to him. Every answer was different, and ultimately came to nothing. Three days later the weapons research division was attacked, the World Machine V2 had been stolen, when the engineers awoke they reported one of their own had gone berserk and forced them to graft it to his armour. The alert was raised, what many in Angar-Ryllan had feared from day one had transpired, Fury had gone rogue.

Present day

He’d gone unnoticed, though he was no master of stealth with the power at his disposal his shielding techniques allowed him to completely conceal himself from the technology of his past faction. Lying silently within one of the many ventilation shafts within an Angar-Ryllan capitol ship, it had taken him more time and effort than he’d expected, but he’d hitched a ride with one of the few ships designated for guarding Skallagrim. He concentrated, his scarred brow furrowed and light leaking out in the complete darkness. He could sense it, smell it almost, the presence of an entity he hated beyond human comprehension. The being within him, the Void, hungered for its revenge, and its vessel was forced to accept the complexity of a rage so great it had almost broken his mind. He felt the charge up of Angar-Ryllan transportation technology, rudimentary teleportation of a kind, and knew the Inquisitor was making his way to the prison.

He’d be following him soon.

The shaft exploded outwards and Fury fell down into the transportation room, populated heavily with incredibly surprised personnel of numerous species. The Fireen’s energy blast shot shards of burning hot shrapnel in every direction, and loud yelps of pain were already emanating from the stricken. He fell with purpose, clearing the twenty meter drop in a backflip that dropped him securely on his feet, aided of course by some degree of skill with energy manipulation. The engineers were shouting in alarm, some were armed and fired at him, their projectiles bouncing off his shield as he raised a hand, his face contorted with barely suppressed rage. Few stood before him for long, but ran before he found it necessary to end their miserable lives, reaching the console he had sensed the message sent from. He wasn’t sure exactly how it worked, his abilities were indescribable, but somehow he knew that the force which had moved the Inquisitor nearly 10km away to the prison had come from started its life within the console, so he sought it out.

Perhaps a minute later he was forced to step outside and find someone with the expertise to work the machine. Shots fired at him from every direction as security staff ambushed him from each side of the corridor he had stepped out into, but he ignored them with a negligent twist of his hand. The blast split the clustered group, revealing what he had suspected, huddled and confused engineers. He grabbed them in one swift move which saw him cover the distance in less than a second, two of them, holding them suspended by the collar in each of his hands.

“Come with me.”

The hostage situation was reaching fever pitch as he had the engineers work, sealing the door as an afterthought. They finished their work and stared up at him in alarm, and with a moment of foresight he thrust one into the chamber.

“You go first.” He nodded at the second to send him through and the man began to shiver in fear, the first shouted something before he disappeared.

“He’s dead then?” Fury grinned. “Not a bad effort, you’ll be following him unless you send me to that prison, if we end up anywhere different I’ll tear out your spine.”

Needless to say, Fury appeared in the prison only a few moments later, following an engineer suffering from a nervous breakdown. He looked upon the two figures before him with little interest of what had transpired, but rather what was to follow. He cut a fearsome figure in his Antireen Mail, the malformed machine wrapped around him glowing alongside the scars on his face. He bellowed out a challenge on entry.

“Skallagrim, I’ve come for our reckoning!”
Well, we can hash out details on Fury's energy-boost for balancing reasons before any real fighting occurs, might as well work on an introductory post.
Let me know if you have any ideas on the world machine, I was trying to think of a way to incorporate it without suggesting any sort of real talent with it.
Alarm bells were ringing in his head as he maintained his cool on the outside, leaving no sign of the proposal rattling him save the furrow of his forehead as he entered fervent thought. The P.I was trying to work through the potential ramifications of a meeting such as this, burning his way through lists of ideas and highlighting possibilities.

What he knew:

Group of diverse Vampires, evidently of different bloodlines, gathered by a mysterious and secretive benefactor who hasn’t made a personal appearance.

Evident test of loyalty from the outset, potential to leave ultimately a forgone conclusion, as information thus far is sealed by blood pact.

Diversity in Children reduces the chances that a single Baron had organised the event, either to catch unruly Vampires of their bloodline or to usurp another Baron, though not impossible, worth further consideration.

The most he could do is stick it out, though leaving later could be complicated after a blood pact is made, he could always make his decision after hearing what the parameters would be.

Conclusion, wait and see, but first.


“Ugly here has a point, but more importantly, as you’ve said this sort of thing has been done before, but you know what, for every single success there’s a hundred piles of ash before it.” Peter shook his head. “I’m going to need a pretty solid assurance that this is the real deal, your boss has to give us something to inspire… confidence.”
I wanted my baron to be something of a loyalist/guard captain for the prince, so it works fine for me.
Guess I'd have my character under Marreck Osei, as he's linked with Simon Fuller.
@Davlamin Hey, these are all truisms of Arena but you're right in pointing them out. Just a quick summary of what issues still exist and some of the ways they've been dealt with.

1. This is a personal gripe of mine, luckily the issue only becomes apparent in tournament play, otherwise it is up to the disclosure of the combatants if they agree to combat with an incompatible character. So far the work arounds tend to involve a middle ground being found, which revolves around the balancing elements of T1 Eden era and some practical reductions of firearms and other long range high capcity weaponry.

This issue very much still exists, but its mitigated somewhat by these factors. Segregation based on tech level would only really be useful as a stipulation for tournaments, which is also up to the tournament host.

2. This is common, ultimately though it does not matter, you're in control of your characters actions, so all that a mastery of a skill entails is the ability by which your character carries out the action you intend, and the range of actions you can have your character make. If you yourself have made a clear error, overextending or fucking up spacing or some other common mistake, you've just made your supposed masterful character look bad, and will be punished. It's worth learning about close quarters combat or at least doing some online research before slapping that description onto a character.

There will always be issues in regards to the subjectivity of language, though a decent mitigating factor is a judge ruling or communicating with your opponent throughout the fight to ensure you're both imagining the scene properly. A recent example of this was LeeRoy and me fighting in our Heavy Hitters battle, where it descended into a slightly messy grapple, we ensured that both of us knew what was going on and cut off the potential for misunderstandings. It's not the only way to deal with this issue, but it helps.

Hope these prevailing issues don't put you off Arena fighting, there's still a lot of fun to be had in combat.
Well, although most swordsmen would be unfamiliar with a boxing style, they would be plenty used to fighting other people with weapons, which are far more dangerous. They probably wouldn't be alive if they weren't quick enough to step away from an opening strike. Though ducking it may be a little unrealistic, as that's specifically a hand to hand skill.

What's great about your opponent dodging, and this is something most people overlook, is that it can be just as useful to force an opponent to dodge in the way you want then to hit them in the first place. I can think of a fair few fights where forcing a specific dodge from my opponent has earned me a better hit, or even the win.
Can we eagerly await the fabled exposition post later on today?
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