Gladiator Games

[Algerianbania]

Upon leaving the his box, Algerianbania President Jordan Hjuylio wanted nothing more than to get a nice tasty pretzel. The Irnotians made the best salted pretzels south of Bustos. While he was at the pretzel stand he ran into Hugjy Iuyy, one of the lottery winners from Algerianbania.  He began to chat with him, no doubt about the spectacle that was being shown to them.

"The animal show was incredible. I wonder where they found all of those exotic beasts, you excellency."
"Please skip the formalities. Probably from the surrounding region. I don't know the exact extent of the Irnotian colonization but they in all probability received animals from around there as well. This is a mean pretzel."
"That it is sir. You know Algerianbania ought to be thinking about colonization ourselves."
"And we have been mate. I have laid a plan many a time to my council, but they refuse to sign off on it. As does the House. They both believe that Algerianbania's population should be larger, so that we have more of a reason."
"What more of a reason to we need sir. We are a landlocked nation. We must reach the sea or else we shall perish up the wrath of larger nations."
"That is what I keep saying, but the rest of the government is corrupt and has their feet to the ground, more firmly than a Alpan (((Alpan is slang for Algerian Panda))) hugs her cub." President Jordan sighed. "Well we must be returning to our seats. I think I will seek out Emperor and thank her for this great occasion."
With that he turned, looking for the grand box, think about the conversation that he just had had.

[Feniexia]

OOC: Sorry. I thought the Grand Duke was the organisator. Just act, as if I sent it to the right person.

[Ranholn]

To:High Councilwomen Fay Celen
The Irnotian people care little about your feeble stomachs and misguided morals. The history of your nation is just a post it in the glorious and long history of both our nation and these games. If you feel your little protests will have any affect on these events or on our nation your are highly ignorant and pathetic.
On this note we shall state that in the future keep your, and your governments weakness a secret as it does nothing but show that you are a nation of people unable to handle the most base of human activities.
If we find you do anything to interfere in this the retaliation will be much worse then anything you could ever do to them.
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ooc: the people of Irnotia don't really take protests from outs side nations with much thought. They highly dislike and distrust foreigners, so one who disagrees them is even more sub human to them. Yup yup.  Don't take it as an attack against ya, its just how I am running the nation.

[Ranholn]

The Box holding the Immortal Imperium held a dozen Praetorians in the front. Each one armed with a Military special forces rifle, multiple handguns and other arms. Each was covered from head to foot in a black leather outfit, wearing a gas mask and red goggles. On their shoulder was a badge showing the image of a traditional praetorian from ancient times. The praetorian stood motionless, a red line was on the walls, with a sign “Pass this line and never shall you move again”

on the other side of the dead line sat a woman at a desk, a little sign stating her name “Alix Aiton: Visitation Secretary”

Her Blond hair was pulled back and her clothing was a blue and white dress. She sat typing a way on her computer a tv next to her open to show the games.

[Ranholn]

The Chariot Races had begun the Heats were a brutal affair, in the current race 6 charioteers raced at full speed. In the lead wearing a Blue and White cape, the colors of the people of the Fir tribe. The racer was Jean Jak, the highest ranked none Irn in the entire racing league.

He turned as he pushed his horses faster, a little fool was trying to take him on the side, he took his whip and began to snap at the mans face. Snapping he tears a hole in the mans cheek, but didn't stop the mans push to pass. On the other side someone else tried to past, with a yell he turned and snapped, hitting the man hard in the face tearing his nose open the only thing keeping his eye in was the helm they wore. The man jerked sending his horses into the central bearer, the cart slamming in shattering and sending the rider flying into the air the crowd cheering violently. By the time the man hit the ground and was gathered up by medical crews the eyes had already moved past.

Jean pushed hard forward looking back, he saw the arm being raised and turned his face forward and grimaced as the whip tore into his back stripping flesh from him. Mumbling curses to himself he pushed hard. Slowly pulling away from the group. He heard the noise of another crash behind him and the roar of the crowd proved it had happened. At the finale stretch he moved his animals snapping at them to go faster. Blowing past the end line he slowed down raising his fist in the air. This race was his.

[Aragan]

Minister Alexius watched as the in the shear and clear form transitioned from itself into the more controlled variation, with the constant evident violence of the prisoner executions over with, the crowd was being calmed with the raucous show that was the chariot race.

[Feniexia]

OOC: No problem for me. I can divide RP and personal stuff. I play lots of (P&P)RPGs.

[Ranholn]

ooc: those are my favorite ones

[Talmann]

The three generals watched in awe as the chariot racing drew to a close.
"I am in shock," said General Tunmann, "at the ferocity of these games. It surpasses the old wars!"
     "Oh, come on now, cousin..." Mars said. "'Tis not that bad. Besides, it is tradition here. We can certainly bear tradition, stimmt?"
     "Ja, Herr? Are you not a man of war and cannot take such grueling sights? What man are you?" (Blitzer)
(Tunmann) "Ach... maybe you are right. But come, the next events will certainly occur soon!"

[Ranholn]

The Chariot races came to an end with excitement. the remains of some of the fallen chariots was removed and the field cleaned and leveled. Soon the animal fights would start.

ooc: ill post a few fights up soon.

[Ranholn]

The First of the fights started, Animal combated Gladiators would show their skills. The skill of man vs that of nature. The first to fight was a young man vs that of a lion, the fabled king of the wild. The lion had already tasted human blood as it had been used earlier to kill prisoners, the gladiator walked out in its armor and wielding a gladius. The lion moved around its prey with the keen skill of a predator, the warrior spinning his blade in his hand and never letting his eye drift, the audience calling for action.

The lion did the mobs will, leaping from its position at its enemy. The Gladiator moved to the side slashing his blade deep into the leg muscle of the great creature. The lion let out a roar turned and charged down the warrior. The Man stood his ground spun his blade to put on some show and slide the blade into the eye of the great cat. The beast dropped, the first of the many fights was done. Many more were to come.

Ooc: im tired, ill make better one latter.

[Ranholn]

The Fights were hard and brutal, soon the Final spectacle of the games would start. The corpses of animals and those fighters who did not prove themselves were removed from the field.

Three sets of gladiators walked into the arena, One a Net and Trident, two Gladius and arm, one Blade and Shield, one Full Armor and a war ax, and the last a woman Armed with a war spear. They pair up nod to each other, and with a release of fireworks begin to fight. The Warrior with the Trident rushes one of the Gladiu warriors, swinging his net about to try and gather him, and thrusting rapidly at the feet of the enemy keeping him off balance. The other gladius warrior brings his weapon to bear on the shield of his opponent, with a rapid display of skill and slashes he works against the opponent. The final pair a large man in full armor swinging his ax above his head against the small woman with a war spear.

These were to be good fights.

Ooc:im going to do a few more posts till the end of this events, if anyone wants to talk to the immortal imperium or something go for it, after I do these fights im ending it all.

[Talmann]

Up in the Talstadt box the three generals were placing bets amongst each other on who would stand champion. Merne had his geldbars on the man with the Trident, Josev had his on the man with the war ax, and Mars bet on the gladius warrior attacking the sheilded man. Each was laughing or cheering as the battle continued, and the struggle to become champion progressed.