Open challenge

[Adriel]

Hey, Just me looking for a good battle. Whoever wants to I'm ready.

[Moridin]

Good luck trying to get a challenger, let alone finish this fight. C&CW is kind of dead as of late.

Also, I'll play ref if you get this off the ground.

[Meathos]

Hmm... If you don't get a challenger by the time I finish/sort of get my fight started in the tournament, I'll take you for old time's sake.

But, if someone else is going to take you up, then by all means, let them fight you. I'll be the last resort of sorts. I hate how RPing and RPBing has died, and although I don't do much to preserve it, I don't want it to die.

[Adriel]

k, thanks guys, I just want to fight again, It's been a while.

[FalconStorm]

I'll take you on. I don't like that C&CW is dead, now. Maybe we can get it back in gear? You first or me, and how many posts?

[The Crow]

Subscribing.

Shall be a good fight. :)

[Underground Man]

Wow. Two oldies come out of the woodwork and decide to duke it out.

*subscribes*

[Moridin]

Definitely a fight to keep track of.

[Adriel]

ok, You first, And lets make it a nice simple 1,1,1, just because I haven't battled in a long time.

[FalconStorm]

1,1,1? Can you really fight with that number of posts? Can we at least do a 1,3,1? Either way, I will try to get an intro up tomorrow.

[Adriel]

oh, sorry yeah, a 1,3,1's good with me

[Double Agent]

*takes a seat in the arena and waits patiently for the fght to start*

This should be interesting.

[Adriel]

I hope so

[FalconStorm]

Yeah, it should be interesting, but might be a little while. I'm not one to skimp, but right now, I'm doing a thing called Nanowrimo, which is basically writing a 50,000 word book in a month, so most of my writing efforts are going to that. I will TRY to get my intro up today. So sorry for the delay when I volunteered.

Alrighty, then. I got it done after all. I hope it's not too terribly cheesy. I didn't realize just how long it's been since I did this until I wrote this sucker today. *sigh*

<<>>
The glimmering half light of false dawn creeps across the land. Rolling hills crowned with the twisted forms of winter dead trees show stark and pale in the incessant approach of dawn.

From the darkest part of the day, the hounds of the Wild Hunt bell their pursuit. The pounding hooves of not-quite horses, joined by the shouts and calls of not-quite humans, roll over the frosty fields. It comes like a swarm, the Dark Host in all its terrible glory. Like a plague of horror, it crushes the sere beauty of winter's hold, leaving destruction in its wake.

One figure, mounted on a plunging, red eyed steed peels away from the host. His armor, bearing the sigils of the highest court among the sidhe, gleams balefully in the growing dawn light. As the remainder of the Wild Hunt sweeps across the plains, back into the darkness, he advances, his demon mount dancing across the frost touched ground in an utterly controlled passage. Steam issues from its nostrils and blood flecked foam drips from its frothing lips. Vicious armor covers the demon horse's head and neck with wicked spikes, and trickles down to its scale studded shoulders.

The rider, glaring balefully through a visored helm, reaches behind him to draw forth a diresword forged of Damascene steel. The black and silver rose pattern of the virtually indestructable blade gleams in the early morning light. Sweeping the weapon through the air, he adjusts his grip to the exact balance, forged for his hand alone. With a signal, he pulls his steed into a piaffe and glares over the frosted hills.

"Who comes to challenge Dack, declared first knight to the throne of the sidhe and rider in the Wild Hunt, commander of the Dark Host?" he calls out, "Who dares challenge the Ever Knight?"

[Adriel]

nice, It's also my first time in a long time so I hope it's not too bad.

Darkness, darkness is all around. The smell of blood fills Adriels nostrils, as he finishes off his foe.

Adriel was once a kind timid person, caring about everyone including his wife and son. Then one day something possesed him to do an unthinkable task, to kill his brother. at first he thought he would never do such a thing, but then when his brother lay dead at the mercy of his sword he felt something, something horriably evil. He liked it, he enjoyed killing people. So from that day on he was never the same. Killing person after person, he was unstopable.

Then one day he was walking across fields, many rolling fields covered with a light snow, he was thinking about his life and what he used to be. he glanced down at his sword and took in it's full beauty, seeing the hand carved engravements and beautiful gold handle, then in a painful moment he remembered when he had received this sword.

It was a warm summer day and he was being presented with the greatest honor a man in his village could ever hope to get, he was being crouned the king. In the former kings last words he wanted Adriel to success him. So it was done, and the people had no problem with it at all.

Then he was bumped back to the present by hearing a voice, no a call, coming from behind him

"Who comes to challenge Dack, declared first knight to the throne of the sidhe and rider in the Wild Hunt, commander of the Dark Host?" he calls out, "Who dares challenge the Ever Knight?"

Adriel wearing nothin but his torn clothes and dark boots puts his sword at the ready and screems.

" I Adriel Accept your offer"

[Adriel]

sorry to double post but where is falcon? I wanted a good fight but I think he's just left. Ref you need to do something, please.

[The Crow]

Just wait, bro, I think she might be getting into a new house and all that bull that goes along with that... Besides, you couldn't expect to finish an actual fight. :chuckle:

[Adriel]

well, I was hoping to at least. But I'll give her a little longer