The Satyr was in a foul mood because she had been losing for days now. This in turn startled her because being grumpy was something she had never before experienced which then elated her because she liked having new experiences. Giggling she walked up front to place75 gold on the lich.
{ OOC: Once more I must apologize that tonight's update will be slightly delayed. This is due to the evil schemes of the narrator's mother, and nothing that could have been forseen. Hopefully the delay will not extend to more than a few hours at most, and then time can continue as normal. Thank you for your patience. }
As morning rose, Perpentach strode into the stadium dressed in royal pajamas, hair completely unkempt, followed by his entourage, which desperately tried to either a) stop him or b) make him look presentable to the crowd. Completely undeterred, the sleepy king plopped into his throne and waited for action.
His sour mood was only lightened when it was time for the Lich and the Ghost to fight. The Ghost took the arena first. He walked onto stage all hunched over, like he was really tired. He turned and waved at the audience, very slowly. His clothing, or at least the rags that were assembled that had the approximate shape and function of clothing, was of very poor cloth. Occasionally he would disappear into thin air with the wind, or ripple along with it.
Next, the Lich walked out, almost gliding, in fact, because his robes were so long that his feet remained unseen. This was clearly a man who had taken undeath to whole new levels. The man was, in fact, absolutely hideous, his face alternatively incredibly wrinkled like aging raisins or rotting. His interesting odor knocked part of the audience out.
The two undead squared off. It was a Kodak moment. Then, a bell hummed. It sounded like it was from the netherworld, calling the two abominations back...and there they were. Nobody but the Ghost knew exactly where they are. The floor had a very ethereal appearance, like green smoke, and the walls too were of that same insubstantial stuff. Somehow, though, they were still rock solid. It was very dim, which wasn’t too much of a problem for the two. They were both very shady characters, after all.
The two were in a sort of square. Halls branched out from it. It was indeed a labyrinth. The Lich extended an arm out, slowly, and a ray of death erupted from his palm. It was black and seemed to suck the life even out of the air through which it passed. The Ghost, for his part, faded back into the wall and disappeared from sight, leaving the ray to absorb the translucent wall, which cracked a little but showed no signs of the Ghost or of collapsing.
The Lich whirled around inside the room and waited for the Ghost to reappear. The audience gasped - there the Ghost was, walking into the room behind him through the wall. The Lich struck the Ghost with his fist - but no, that Ghost was an illusion. The real one was where he had originally been. Stealthily, the Ghost went for a quick neck chop, which went right through the Lich. The real Lich was behind the real Ghost all along, and he grabbed the Ghost’s neck. As soon as the not-quite-alive was seized by his opponent, his colors, his presence solidified a bit, as if he were dragged by the Lich into life again via the physical contact.
Squirming and kicking to no avail, the Ghost was in a quandary. Suddenly, his neck went ethereal, and the Lich’s hand squeezed itself and formed a fist while the Ghost stepped back and disappeared into the shadows again, coughing slightly.
The Lich stomped forward rather simplistically and reached the wall. The Ghost was nowhere to be seen. The undead turned around, detecting movement behind his back. There was nobody there. He stepped forward, away from the wall, but too late. The Ghost’s hands moved through the wall like some sort of ghost and grasped the Lich’s neck. The ethereal hands were suddenly very, very real. The Lich was dragged back back, head banging against the wall, as his own hands grabbed the Ghosts’ in an effort to free himself. The very touch of his skin sent icy waves of death through to the Ghost, which sent spasms through the Ghost, but he retained his grip. Gradually, the Lich’s movements stopped, and he slumped. Only then did the Ghost let go.
A bell chimed. The Lich’s dead body was dragged off while the Ghost was escorted off, looking at his hands like Lady Macbeth would. The death plague had spread up to his shoulders before halting.
Spoiler:
The Lich was Innocent!
The Lich was worth 2747 gold. One third, 915 gold, will be given as spoils to the Ghost. The remainder is split among the three survivors of The Pack, 610 gold each.
Gold and points won and lost from betting:
Spoiler:
Final odds for Ghost to win: 0.97:1
The following contestants have won gold and points from betting:
Ogre +97 gold, +197 points
Eidolon +97 gold, +197 points
Raider +48 gold, +148 points
Pirate +0 gold, +100 points
Luridus +9 gold, +109 points
Runekeeper +38 gold, +138 points
Brujah +24 gold, +124 points
Lizardman +9 gold, +109 points
Archmage +19 gold, +119 points
The following contestants have won points from voting the Lich into battle:
1st voter: Archmage, +200 points
2nd voter: Raider, +100 points
The following contestants have lost gold from betting:
Ranger -120 gold
Beastmaster -40 gold
Shaman -100 gold
Dragonslayer -10 gold
Satyr -75 gold
Assassin -1 gold
The pompous official was already in the midcircle this time, not wanting to be taken aback again, and impatiently drumming his fingers against the parchment in his left hand. These were his big moments, and he always wanted to do the most of them. He was just about to start reading when someone was heard shouting from the officials area:
"Hey, Dragonslayer! We counted your bet!"
Laughter erupted among the audience, further adding insult to injury for poor mr. Pompous who was still waiting to speak. Angry at having been interrupted, he inwardly swore to make life miserable to whoever had shouted that. At last he got to speak up.
"Old acquaintences, it seems the Marks really don't like some people. This upcoming evening we will see the Raider take on his team mate, the Shaman, and it will be on the Shaman's turf!"
Evening fight: Raider vs Shaman, Shaman gets arena choice.
It is now day.
All contenstants, vote for combatants for the next morning's fight.
People with day abilities, send me PMs.
Combatants, send your battle ideas to LightFang!
Betting is open for Raider vs Shaman. Place your bets in BOLD dark orange.
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