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Violence Fights Xtreme

Match #1

The studio is still like a graveyard. There are no lights, there is no sound, and no motion. Then, suddenly, in a blast unparalleled by anything in any media format ever, the place lights up like christmas in an explosion that would have made Michael Bay cum and go to heaven. A crowd of ten thousand fanatic members of the audience stands and cheers as one to the hardcore rock 'n roll music, and then the central stage starts moving. It unfolds like a pillar, or an altar, and on top of it stands a man. He raises the microphone to his mouth.

People of the universe, he shouts, I say, AAARE YOUUU READYYY?

Another blast of lights and music rocks the studio arena to its core. The crowd goes absolutely bananas. Meanwhile the host of the show, revrend Dropkick McMurphy, extends his arm and invites his fellow commentators to the stage; there is the scarred war-veteran Zeke Musashi, and there is the beautiful russian supermodel Natasha Korinivsomething. The camera makes one last sweep of the audience, which by now is stampeding around in total chaos, and then zooms in on the hosts as they converge in the middle of the studio.

Howdy people, and welcome to this, the very first show of Violence Fights Xtreme! I hope y'all pumped for this, 'cause I know I am! Can I get an amen, brother? Can I get a Hallelujah?

Tell you what, rev, you just might! I haven't been this excited since before the D-day!

I hear you! And what a game we've got ourselves tonight! Top notch if anything! First up, let me hear it for little miss bloodbath, KAWAII ROSE KRUGEEER! Hallelujah! And now, clap your hands and stomp your feet for the Pickelator, DAVID BOAAARDHEAD! Amen! And now, moving on to the arena! Tonight, our fighters will be battling to the death at:

PRIDE ROCK

This here miracle of GAWD stands tall in the middle of the African savannah like a beacon of divinity! It is fantastic, beautiful, full of life and about to change permanently! Once our fighters are done with the place, there'll be no more room for neither lions, warthogs, baboons or any of their musical friends! Speaking of which; there's a ton of wildlife here, and most of it has human on the menu, so watch out!

I just can't whait to being kingk!

...

What?

The singings from the movie! My favorites!

Oh, well uh-

So pretty with all colors!

Uh-

And now, ladies, gentlemen and everything in between, the moment you've all been waiting for! It's time for the final countdown (for one of our fighters), and it begins right now! LET! THERE! BE! BLOOD! BEGIN!!!

The Elder Scrolls: The Collector Chronicles

As time went on, so did the band of mercenaries. Relieved that they had not been attacked by anyone else, Arielle watched the small hamlet of Riverwood appear just beyond the next creek in the road. Knowing that some of her colleagues had business to tend to before heading out again, she decided that a drink would set her nerves right and went straight for the tavern, the Sleeping Giant Inn.

I believe I shall have me some refreshment, she said to the group at large, Would anyone care to join me?

Violence Fights Xtreme

Will be delayed again until tomorrow. I apologize for the inconvenience.

Violence Fights Xtreme

I have been delayed. The match will be announced today at aprox. 4PM CST.

From the Ashes

I am very much still here.

@thegreenleafe, are you still here?

The Elder Scrolls: The Collector Chronicles

Arielle listened to the others introducing themselves. When the orc finished she decided it was her turn to speak.

My name is Arielle, of Wayrest. I am a magician, skilled in the colleges of alteration and conjuration. I have also dabbled a bit in restoration, she added, nodding to the argonian she had helped before, Although I am far from well versed with that school of magic. It is good to meet you all.

Her voice was calm and controlled, but Arielles heart was still pounding from all the violence. She was half-expecting another band of robbers to burst out of the woods at any point, her knuckles white from gripping her staff.

The Elder Scrolls: The Collector Chronicles

Will get a post up by tomorrow. Do not kill me.

From the Ashes

Hey, hey! Kharmam said, smiling even broader, Ayron! What are we celebrating?

He was not a bad sort, the imperial. Imperials in general were not bad sorts in Kharmams experience. A bit greedy at times, what with them conquering all of Tamriel throughout history, but greed was not such a bad vice according to the redguard. There were far worse people in the world. Take Kharmam herself for example. She was a murderous one, and a mean one at that. And just look at all the nice things it had got her through the years. Ayron might have been a slave too, but at least he had a fat bottle of Sujamma to his name. Kharmam only had her scars.

She took a mug for herself and downed it in a single swig. It could hardly have been called good, but it did the job it was meant to do. She could already feel the warmth spreading through her body, and the bruises seemed to hurt just a fraction less than before.

Thanks, she said, bumping her fist on Ayrons shoulder, I owe you one.

From the Ashes

Not to interfere, but was Vivec not destroyed along with the rest of the settlements on Vvardenfell during the Red Year?

The Elder Scrolls: The Collector Chronicles

Arielle could see it in front of her, the poor Argonian turned to mush under the weight of the sledgehammer held by the lumbering hulk of a nord. She should have done something, helped in some way, but what could she do? Her supply of magicka was all but empty, but even if it was not she did not know any suitable spells. There was always the option of throwing herself in between, trying to deflect the blow with her staff, but chances were good that the giant would smash right through her guard and kill them both. She covered her eyes when he raised the weapon, not wanting to witness the carnage that would follow. But instead of a loud crash and splat there was only a silent thud. And then another.

"Glurgh" said the bandit chief, and Arielle dared a glance. He still held the hammer high, but his grip wavered. There were arrows sticking out of the back of his head. To her horror, the Breton could see the point of one of them sticking out through his mouth, glistening red. Magnor dropped the hammer behind him and took a fumbling step backwards, trying and failing to close his mouth with the arrow in the way, and then tripped over his own weapon. Arielle watched him fall and it seemed to take ages. Then, with a thundering crash and a wet splash, he hit the ground.

She stared at the scene with disbelief in her eyes but soon came to her senses. The Argonian was still on his back, struggling to get up. Arielle ran over to him, preparing a healing hands spell with the extra magicka in her enchanted ring.

Are you hurt? she asked, How can I help you?