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Post by Emperor Azazel on Apr 5, 2016 6:23:28 GMT
It was a standard custom among the Keltaken people to hold mighty arena fights, these would draw in commerce and appease the people in times of a slow war or when no was to be had at all. However now in Triangulum the planets of their frozen allies often far to cold for any normal keltaken soldier to step foot on, was given soul authority over at least in imperial affairs to the Goshwaken race. It was in the capital itself of the Confederacy that a mighty arena that would come to be known as The Red Cathedral. This massive arena was built much like the leaning tower of piza on earth, slanted a bit and built straight up with imported materials from over the empire to keep it upright. It could hold the entire population of the planet plus some, with gambling halls a plenty to bet on fights and multiple different arenas by far The Red Cathedral was on of the best ever created by the Keltaken architectural minds as a gift to their allies. Currently in the main arena was Typlak and Marzoka both high ranking Goshwaken White Guard Generals the equivalent of a throne guards Commander in keltaken standards. The white guard where sent into cold worlds unfit for keltaken ground troops but they where no where near a pushover, the white guards where the best of the best the Goshwaken had to offer, currently they where fighting a pack of 25 feral (Keltaken warhounds of sounds) and cutting them to shreds, few can survive simply 5 feral with nothing but a mele weapon but 25 seemed like nothing to these great warriors.
Blood poured from the ferals one by one as a prolacti announcer Gura'ji'Ma annoucned the fight, "And their goes another head well looks like meat will definatly be on the menu for us tonight egh boys? Even still id like to take the time to remind everyone that we are selling exclusive figurians of our best fighters for a limited time only so get them while they last!" the prolacti are salesmen they do what they can to promote their product, it was only a matter of seconds more before the bell had been rung and the first casual match had been finished in this arena. "Alight when we get back we will see the two sighing Goshwaken stars take on a beast you Confederates know well the odds start at 3 to 1 against the mighty band of two but at their rate i wouldn't put my money on that beast! This message brought to you by Scarlet Rush the tastey Keltaken beverage this side of the galaxy"
In the background a Keltaken Inquisitor was in watching, he was a member of the elite 11th legion, not much is truly known about them, so far they have yet to even choose a name for themselves and simply choose to be known as the 11th, this Keltaken Inqusitor Jorazk was here on assignment to assess the status with the confederates and ensure a rather healthy alliance.
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Post by The Governor on Apr 6, 2016 2:24:45 GMT
Slowly, a gate in the arena began to lift. It revealed a quadruped beast at least thirty feet long and 15 feet high. It had a scaly skin of silvery white, and many rows of teeth long as swords and just as sharp. It roared loudly and reared up on its hind legs, excited to be in the arena again. It waited patiently for the food to come. The beast knew that the food usually fought back.
Another voice filled the arena, this one a quick speaking human voice of High Confederate. It said excitedly, “Well, this is the moment we’ve all awaited. The beat is ready, and the battle can begin. Now, for our audience members from the Empire, what you see is known as a Maarloxian Frost Demon. It is a vicious and exotic creature, and one of the most dangerous in the Confederacy. When first arriving on Maarlox, it was very difficult to clear them and establish Research and Development. They are less bold in the wild now, but that means little today. This one is every bit the predator its forebears were, and I hope you all enjoy seeing it in action. There are fifteen minutes to place your bets, and then the match will begin. Make your bets, and wait for the outcome in this once in a lifetime tournament.”
Meanwhile, a riveting woman in a mid-length dress approached the Inquisitor. She didn't know he was an Inquisitor yet, just understood he was different from the other Imperial citizens present. The dress was patterned in silver and white, and it nicely complimented her fair skin and green eyes. She had blonde hair of a medium length, and an air of quiet confidence. The woman’s name was Tara Gladstone, and she was a member of Imperial Intelligence. She had been assigned as part of a security group for the event, and her instructions had been to positively interact with present Keltakens. This one intrigued her. As such, she walked towards the Keltaken, and said in a friendly voice as she grabbed a glass of some beverage, “Are you excited about the match? I certainly am. And this is a beautiful arena the Empire has made.”
Now she awaited the Keltaken’s answer, wondering how he would respond.
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Post by Emperor Azazel on Apr 12, 2016 3:49:57 GMT
Slowly, a gate in the arena began to lift. It revealed a quadruped beast at least thirty feet long and 15 feet high. It had a scaly skin of silvery white, and many rows of teeth long as swords and just as sharp. It roared loudly and reared up on its hind legs, excited to be in the arena again. It waited patiently for the food to come. The beast knew that the food usually fought back. Another voice filled the arena, this one a quick speaking human voice of High Confederate. It said excitedly, “Well, this is the moment we’ve all awaited. The beat is ready, and the battle can begin. Now, for our audience members from the Empire, what you see is known as a Maarloxian Frost Demon. It is a vicious and exotic creature, and one of the most dangerous in the Confederacy. When first arriving on Maarlox, it was very difficult to clear them and establish Research and Development. They are less bold in the wild now, but that means little today. This one is every bit the predator its forebears were, and I hope you all enjoy seeing it in action. There are fifteen minutes to place your bets, and then the match will begin. Make your bets, and wait for the outcome in this once in a lifetime tournament.” Meanwhile, a riveting woman in a mid-length dress approached the Inquisitor. She didn't know he was an Inquisitor yet, just understood he was different from the other Imperial citizens present. The dress was patterned in silver and white, and it nicely complimented her fair skin and green eyes. She had blonde hair of a medium length, and an air of quiet confidence. The woman’s name was Tara Gladstone, and she was a member of Imperial Intelligence. She had been assigned as part of a security group for the event, and her instructions had been to positively interact with present Keltakens. This one intrigued her. As such, she walked towards the Keltaken, and said in a friendly voice as she grabbed a glass of some beverage, “Are you excited about the match? I certainly am. And this is a beautiful arena the Empire has made.” Now she awaited the Keltaken’s answer, wondering how he would respond. "Yes it is lovely to see Keltaken Architecture again, with my work I am hardly ever able to return to true Keltaken Space. This place and its beasts remind me so much of home but, I digress it is a pleasure to meet you. As for the match i am quiet interested Goshwaken are always a thrill to watch in combat, their choice of weapons and the ability to move so quickly as they do it will be a most magnificent fight. Where are my manors, I am Senior Custodian Har'lak of the Inquisitions 11th it is wonderful to be on your planet and even more so with lovely people and entertainment. The betting pool much bring this planet no end of wealth from patrons of the Empire the only arena that could possible match this one is the Death planet of Kor'sai'al, an entire planet dedicated to being an arena with no way off world, you survive or you die pleasing the masses to be sentenced their is to be sentenced to death." Har'lak couldn't help but drone on, he and his kin where talkers ment to woo people and impress them with words while their brothers armed rifles at their backs it was their way. Meanwhile the two warrior Goshwaken where getting prepared, the bell sounded which was their que to take the stage for their death or another glorious victory, what most people didn't know was that this fight was for more, the chance to fight again at the side of armies or continue to fight in the pitts not as a slave, but as true warriors. These Goshwaken had committed horrible crimes against the Empire and their sentence was nearly up, to slay this beast would mean their freedom to die would mean their honor would be restored either way their families could know they died a hero. "And we are off to the races my confederate friends lets see who will come out ontop of thei next exciting match up the Goshwaken or the beast!!!!" the prolacti sounded as enthusiastic as ever, "Well my fine friend how do you think this match is going to go?" he said turning to his co-host.
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