Gladiators (not open for all, sorry)

[Moonlight_33]

Kita

The time and place is a Conan type world, with magic and barbarians, and one of the most popular sports is the gladiators. It’s also a convenient way of getting rid of criminals, pitting several of them at a time again the best of the huge worriers.

Kita is a thief, and a damn good one. At five foot two inches, she was small, but quick and agile. She would not have been caught if she hadn’t been so greedy, and she still suspected she was set up, but the fight she put up upon her capture saved her from immediate execration, and placed her in the gladiators pits.

There was not another fight scheduled until the next day, so she found a place against the wall, wrapping her cloak about herself and tried not to attract the attention of the men.

 

[Ravenloft]

King Elsworth:

"Have the gladiator's prepared for a visit from their king." Elsworth said to one of his advisor's, which to him ment they were stripped of all cloths, save for the very smallest scrap of cloth perhaps, and chained to the wet, seeping stone wall's of their cell's. He admired the toned physiques required if one was to survive the gladiator's pits for any lenght of time.

The advisor went off to do as he was instructed, or see it done at the very least. King Elsworth's hair hung down along his back as he went to the balcony of his castle. Looking over his land's, only to have his eyes drift to the gladiator's arena, Elsworth smiled. This night he intended to match steel with the last remaining gladiator, as he had every summer's eve, it was his way to mark its begining for his people.

 

[poohlive]

"The king is on his way. Everyone, get ready, it is time."
Garret gave a dull stare out of his cell. Oh boy, the king, let him just leap for joy right now. Oh damnit, bad back, sprang it during the last fight. Well, how about a light hearted thwomp in the ass you figeting old piece of...
"Get ready I said," the short miserable man rapped on the cells. It brought him out of his daydream. He growled hastily, and looked at the man with sheer contempt. The man backed to the other side.
Garret took off his cloak, letting it flutter to the cold floor. He unbuttoned his shirt, once a fine piece of attire, now only fit for prisoners. His boots, as well as his pants were next to follow. A burly man with short cropped hair entered the cells, one by one. He chained up each individual to the ground. Garret wanted so badly to just bite the man's nose off. Yes, bite it off and watched the blood wash down his face.
He did not however, punishment would not be worth the reward. It almost would be, but not quite. He was chained down like the rest.
Then it was quiet. Thirty or so men chained to the floor nearly naked. Their lives, determined by a single tourament. Death was the only option left to think about. Even now, as the cold bit at their toes, and the hard floor brushed against their chests, they thought of nothing more than dying before the king. All that is, exept for Garret.
From the far right cell, he began to laugh, he laughed madly, cackling as he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. And, after he laughed, he sang. A delightful tune, one of wasted memories, and forgotten love.
"Quiet, the king shall be here any minute."
Garret just sung louder. He wanted the king to hear him, nay let all the people hear his voice. He wanted them too, he wanted everyone to hear him, and hear him they will.

 

[Renegade]

Brakus

My time of rest had been interrupted by the sound of the guards coming to prepare us for a visit from the king. After being prepared among the others for the visit, I simply awaited quietly among the other gladiators.

A man talking loudly caught my attention quickly. The chains around my wrists rattled while they moved up to rub my tired eyes. Upon hearing more of what the man was saying, it soon became obvious that it was more of a song then just words. He sung out despite the complaints coming from all of those around.

A slight grin spread over my lips at this outburst of singing. Couldn't say that I blamed the man for singing as he was. Our lives were always on the line with each passing day and night. Sure, some were able to be granted freedom and live a life among the free. However, those were few and far between these days. Taking that into consideration, it was understandable that the man would wish to enjoy his life in whatever way he saw fit.

Listening to the sounds of his song and every other man yelling for his silence, I took notice of someone else that wasn't trying to quiet the young man. Looking closer at the form while my eyes adjusted to the darkness, it rather surprised me to find that there was a woman among us. Rare it was to see a member of the opposite sex in the gladiators pit.

Keeping my eyes locked onto her, I started to wonder what she could have done to warrant such a fate. The average female didn't last long in these games. It was a damn pity too, for this one was a real looker.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Kita

"The king is comming."

I spat on the gound as a mark of my contempt for this man who dared to call himself a king. He was a spineless pig, and little more. I moved between the others still trying to hide the fact i was a woman as they lined us up along the wall. My eyes locked for a moment on one of the fighters, but i dared not look long, I had always had trouble killing anyone once i had looked into their eyes.

As they began pulling away the clothing of the gladiatiors, i felt a pang of panic, there was no way i could hide my identity if i was to undress. As the guard aproached me, i pulled my cloak tight about myself, trying to melt in behind the bigger and and not bee seen, but he didn't miss me, pulling me out and ripping away mu cloak.

"You will undress for your king."

"The hell i will." As he tried to force me to undress, i kicked out, connecting with his family jewels and dropping him to the ground in a heap. Another guard stepped forward, his fist connecting with my face and knocking me to the ground.

"You WILL undress before your king."

Wiping the blood from my lip, i looked him in the eye.
"Fuck you." I spat blood as his feet, my look pure hatered.

[Edited by Moonlight_33 on 04-21-2001 at 03:09 AM]

 

[Renegade]

Brakus

Now this was really starting to get interesting all of a sudden. Keeping my place among the other gladiators, I watched as the girl refused to undress for the men. She had a lot of spirit in her, you had to give her that much. Maybe not the brains, but the spirit was there.

Perhaps she did have what it took to survive longer then most woman I'd seen have? That is, if she lived to be apart of the games after this outburst. Not to mention that the other gladiator hadn't stoped his singing up to this point. Oh boy, the king would not be very pleased upon his arrival.

As much as I'd love to get involved in this little outbreak of rebellion, I had my own plans for the time being. This woman had caught my interest though. Something told me the next game would be very interesting to say the least.

 

[Ravenloft]

King Elsworth:

As he approached the corridor of cell's Elsworth scowled. One of the gladiator's was singing wildly, and out of tune... There were a group of guards hovering over a second gladiator. "Stand aside! And silence that poor fool!" Elsworth barked. They spread apart, forming a path for him to walk. He stepped forward and glared down at the woman. "Is this some sort of mistake?" Elsworth chuckled. "This one looks as though she should be with my concubine's you fools! Why in God's name is she here in the gladiator pit's?!" He whirled about, standing at her side, glaring about at the guards. One stepped forward with a white cloth bandage about his arm. "She is quite savage my king... She gave me this..." He showed off the particularly nasty looking bite wound he had gotten while he and his fellow guards had first dragged her here, kicking and screaming. "I see... You're pathetic..." Elsworth spat. "No sire! It took three of us to*" Elsworth locked cold eyes on the guard as he spoke out of turn. The man stepped back. "Aye sire..." He said weakly.

Singing still rang through the cold corridor. "Silence him would you!?" Elsworth hissed, and with that the wounded guard retreated all to happy to be out of sight at the moment. Turning to the woman, Elsworth offered her a hand. "What was your crime, wench?"

 

[poohlive]

It rang in his ears for hours afterwards. There was a certain pleasure in breaking the rules before a gladiator fight, the guards couldn't really hurt you. He had just disgraced the king, and countless of other people, and all he got was a few hits to the stomache. He would have kept singing still if the wind had not been knocked out of him. He lay on the floor, panting, his beath coming out shallowly onto the ground.
The singing was still inside him though, he kept it there. Garret saw how most of the gladiator's were out there. Only the criminals were locked up, everyone else was allowed to stay in the waiting area, if it could be called that. His breathing finally became steady, and he got one arm under him. The wall braced his back as he sat down. The chains tugged gently at his arms, but he let it go for now. They would undo it soon enough.
Why would someone want to do this on purpose? This was barbaric, inhuman, and yet they lined up. People from countries away wanted to be involved in this one fight. All he wanted to do was go home.
Why couldn't he just go home?
Garret looked out at the other gladiators. They would all die, yes, and perhaps so would he. Life was short, and death is long. One thing to look forward to, and the only thing that one can truly regret.
He sighed. Not much left to do now, just rest and wait... he did both.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Getting to my feet and looking the king in the eyes, something that would have gained me my instant death under normal conditions, i stood defiant.

"My name is Kita, not wench. And my crime is trying to keep myself fed in your fair lands." My reply was hissed more than spoken. A guard stepped forward.

"She's a theif My Lord, but she put up such a good fight at her capture, we thaught she would make for good sport in the pits."

I stood my ground, head held high and eyes defiant, watching every move he made and more than ready to duck the next fist that tried to connect with my face. I never was fussed on the taste of my own blood.

 

[Ravenloft]

King Elsworth:

"Survive the arena and I will give you the honor of your name, wench." Elsworth said with a slightly heated glare. He stepped closer to her. "Unless ofcourse you wish to be taken to my bed chambers where you would be treated well..." He whispered to her.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Kita

The smell of his breath, the feel of his body so close, she was repulsed, but the thaught of going to his bed and being treat in any manner was pure revulsion.

"I would rather die this very moment than have your filthy hands on my body. I'll take my chances in the arena."

The king was an atractive looking man, but his soul was as black as night, and ten times more deadly and unpredictable. Still, she had pride, and although she was little more than a commen theif, she had a certain measure of honor as well. If she had to die, she would die well, and fighting.

 

[Ravenloft]

King Elsworth:

"Matter's little... I intend to take you to my bed weather you suffer the arena or not... That is... If you survive..." Elsworth said coldly. "Chain her up until it is her turn in the arena... If you can evade her dreaded teeth..." Elsworth mocked as he turned away, waving for the guards to secure her.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Kita

Kita didn't resist as they came to put her in chains.

"Then i will be sure to die at the first opertunity."

It was a lie and she knew it, she would fight till she was dead. But there was anothr option. If she could survive the arena, she would find a way to escape before he had a chance to get his pants down.

 

[Ravenloft]

King Elsworth:

"Some how I doubt that, wench..." Elsworth said with a chuckle as he walked away to look over the rest of the gladiator's. "Show me to the one that sung..." He said flatly, and was promptly taken to the crumpled over man. "Mighty jovial for one that is all but condemned to die this day..." Elsworth offered to the man.

 

[poohlive]

Garret looked up at the King. This was what all the fuss was about? The man looked like a crude cucumber. If not for the fact that he might be beaten more, Garret would have laughed in his face. A king, indeed! Garret would have thought of him a messenger boy, at most. All be it, he wasn't one to make any criticizm, but he still had to do something in the off hours.
"Mighty jovial for one who just got turned down by a wench," he replied just as hastily as the man had spoke to him. His voice was a dull flat tone. He felt something warm on his lip; it had been badly cut, and from this utterance began to bleed softly down. Garret's sharp smile emphasized the cut. He took the blood in his mouth, tasting it, really tasting it's salty defiance and spit it at the king. It barely made it across the floor, no where near the man who claimed to rule this land.
"But, you are not here to talk of contemptness, are you. You are here to insult those about to die. I do hope that I die today, and we never meet again good sir, for your sake."
His stare made it's way back to the floor.

 

[Ravenloft]

Kind Elsworth:

Crouching down, Elsworth motioned for one of his guards to lift the man's head. The guard came forward and forced Garret to look at the king. "Oh, I assure you, you will die today... Perhaps you will even have the honor of being empaled upon my blade... By royal hands..." Elsworth said without a hint of humor.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Kita

Kita's eyes didn't miss a thing. None of these men expected to live through the day, they had nothing to lose, and this pittiful exciuse of a king would hardly let them die with honor. We were nothing more than an afternoons entertainment, a way to keep the masses occupied and their blood lust sated.

She looked at shackels on her wrists and smiled to herself. It was going to take her about five seconds to get out of these, and not much longer than that to pick the lock on the cell door. All she needed was for this over dressed worm to take his leave of them and she could make her move. She had the skill to break out of here, but she would need the size and strength of the other fighters to make it out of the grounds.

Closing her eyes, she thought of Valin, her younger brother and partner in crime. They had a link through an amulet Valin had found in a grave they relieved of it's wealth. Such gems should not be waisted on the dead anyway. She pictured his face, he had a stupid grin which meant he was either drunk, or watching a girl, probably both knowing him. "Valin. Valin damn it, listen. Meet me outside the market place with the horses, and a few spares. Oh for fuck sake Valin, are you listening?"

[Edited by Moonlight_33 on 04-23-2001 at 08:46 PM]

 

[Orlanth]

Valin

Is a wicked, fast, and deadly thief. At 5 foot, he can move fast and stealthy escaping the best of the kings guards. While having a magical amulet with the telepatic link to his sister, Kita. Valin is still learning the powers of the amulet which hangs around his neck.

Hearing his sister speak to him, he closes his eyes and speaks to her. "Ah dear sister, what have you got your self into now? I have looked all over this town and not to find you." Valin jumps out of the tree, walks over to some horses. Looks around and no one in sight, he untires the horses, and rides to the market place.

 

[Ravenloft]

King Elsworth:

Seeing the hate filled glare Garret gave him, Elsworth smiled coldly. "See you on the arena..." And with that he turned away. The thought of the wench still lingered in his mind. He made his way back to her cell. "Wench..." He said to draw her attention. She snapped her eyes up to meet his, quickly tucking something beneath the fabric of her top. "What was that?" Elsworth demanded as his sharp eyes caught her actions. He stepped forward, waiting for her reply.

 

[Moonlight_33]

I glare at him through the bars of the cell. Valin has the amulet, but i have a fraction of the stone that broke away when we found it. it was enough to link me to Valin.

"Nothing."

 

[Ravenloft]

King Elsworth:

"You lie WENCH!" Elsworth barked at her. He imediatly made his way into the cell, reached out and tore her top open to reveal the fragment tied into a leather cord around her neck resting between her round breasts. Snatching the cord up in his fist, tugging Kita's neck forward with a sharp yank, Elsworth hissed. "This, wench... What is this?" His fist was tightening around the leather strap with each passing second.

 

[Moonlight_33]

"I't nothing of your concern. A token, nothing more." i could feel his eyes burning into my flesh and i wanted to bad to kick out, spit, do something, but getting myself a beating at this point would not make escape easy. My eyes locked with his, and i knew he could read my contempt.

 

[Ravenloft]

King Elsworth:

"Do you always talk into your trinkets?" Elsworth retorted as he caught a hand full of her hair in his free hand. "What is it? Some sort of communication device no doubt... Who were you talking to?" He laughed cruelly. "Someone to rescue you?! Foolish... Now not only is your life forfeit... So is the life of your would be savior... Now, be so kind as to tell me what you said!" Elsworth said with a sharp yank of her hair, forcing her hear upward to look at him in the eyes. There was a thinly veiled look of murderous intent if she did not acquiesce to his demands, in them.

 

[Orlanth]

Valin

"I sense something wrong with my sister." Taking the amulet in his hand, he closes eyes, and says in his thoughts. "Amulet, speak, give me the where about of my sister, for I fear she may be in grave danger!"
The wind blows strong, blowing Valin hod of his head reviling his ears. He was a Elf! "She, she is in the castle's dungeon? How could this be?"
"Sister, speak to me, tell me why you are there?" Nothing, silence. "Amulet, show me my sister, I must see if she is alive." Valin opens his eyes and she's the forming of smoke in front of him, an image of his sister, strapped to the wall with the king holding her fragment of the stone. "Damn him, I must make my way to the dungeon."

 

[Moonlight_33]

Kita

With wild eyes she tried to break free of his hold on her. If he held the stone, he could hear Valin as well as she could, and now her brother was in very real danger.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the stone, screaming out to valin to stay away, the power of the fragmant intensifying with her natural elfin gifts, glowing red and burning the kings hand. he yelled and dropped the fragment, the stone turning cold again berfore it landed on her exposed breast. There was amusement in her eyes as he held his burned palm.