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*The wind whipped around Killer's face, chucking sand up into it. He held in his right hand a sword, a beautiful one that he had worked hard for, sharp and bright. He wore no armour, and bore but a few rags as clothes. His oppenent grinned at the other side of the ring. He wore heavy steel armour, and bore a heavy battle-axe. Killer knew he was in for a tough fight, this was supposedly one of the greatest fighters in the Gryinonal army.
                 The soldier charged, and Killer carefully placed himself, sword raised oddly, as if a stance to throw it. He did throw it, and it whacked the man full on, felling him. Killer rushed up beside him, and plunged his sword several times into the body, through chinks in the armour. He was victorious once more... He decided he should stop being so reckless with his weapons, as one of these days it would be bound to get him killed.*

Ok... Basically, this is an rp where you fight. However, you earn money from your fights, and should spend it wisely. There is no magic in this, however, there are mythical creatures which you can ride, and you can hire people to fight with you. There are a few different races, 8 to be precise. It's pretty uncomplicated, fight, buy stuff, fight. Sell stuff

You gradually knock out the other players, you cannot god-mode, and you cannot cheat by giving yourself extra money, etc. You start with nothing, and have to kill each other to gain money. There will only be two real people fighting against each other each round, the others fight NPCs. I will pick randomly who fights. There are six skills, Strength(strength, and sometimes necessary for holding weapons), Accuracy(with ranged weapons), Speed(of foot), Intelligence(able to buy stuff cheaper, and sell it dearer, and you are able to hire people cheaper), Skill(How good you are with mle weapons), Riding(How well you can ride animals, and tame them).

There is no definite restrictions to this, but if you do something that you obviously couldn't do, I will kill you. You must allow the other person a chance. There is ten points max. for each thing, and it depends on the race you pick.(You can change it by 2 points per skill, as long as you counter-balance it) At least one point per skill.

Races -

Humans - 6 strength, 9 intelligence, 4 accuracy, 3 speed, 6 skill, 10 riding.
Elves - 1 strength, 6 intelligence, 10 accuracy, 8 speed, 6 skill, 8 riding.
Dwarfs - 8 strength, 7 intelligence, 2 accuracy, 4 speed, 5 skill, 3 riding.
Halflings - 3 strength, 8 intelligence, 7 accuracy, 6 speed, 4 skill, 6 riding.
Gnomes - 1 strength, 10 intelligence, 8 accuracy, 3 speed, 2 skill, 4 riding.
Orcs - 7 strength, 2 intelligence, 5 accuracy, 6 speed, 9 skill, 1 riding.
Trolls - 10 strength, 3 intelligence, 6 accuracy, 1 speed, 1 skill, 5 riding.
Ogres - 9 strength, 1 intelligence, 1 accuracy, 3 speed, 4 skill, 2 riding

I'll do weapons & animals during the game... Ask if there is anything you don't understand. Each round will take place over a week(hopefully)

SIGN-UPS

im not playin this but ive got a question..how are dwarves more clever than elves...?

1. Might the God of Cows [TROLL]
2. Wraith [Elf]
3. Erunion Telcontar. {Elf, ofc...}
   

I think when he says 'clever' he means can build guns, Opposed to the Elves who are wise...

/bump

Ill give it a good bump.

I don't see why not. The more, the merrier.

1. Might the God of Cows [Troll]
2. Wraith [Elf]
3. Erunion Telcontar. {Elf}
4. Plague[Human]
5. Antman
6. Bruiant

can we erm, just start with 6? :) dosent look like anybody else wants to join

1. Might the God of Cows [Troll]
2. Wraith [Elf]
3. Erunion Telcontar. {Elf}
4. Plague[Human]
5. Antman[Human]
6. Bruiant [Orc]

Humans - 6(+1) strength, 9 intelligence, 4(-2) accuracy, 3(+1) speed, 6 skill, 10 riding

Humans - 6 strength, 9(-1) intelligence, 4(-2) accuracy, 3(+2) speed, 6(+1) skill, 10 riding.

Humans don't need accuracy because its only for range right?  i'm not planning to use a bow so this is correct?

And you must have at 1 per skill.

Me too

Humans - 6(+1) strength, 9(-2) intelligence, 4(-1) accuracy, 3(+1) speed, 6(+1) skill, 10 riding

Right, we start now.

1. Might the God of Cows, Trolls - 10 strength, 3 intelligence, 6 accuracy, 1 speed, 1 skill, 5 riding.
2. Wraith, Elves - 2 strength, 5 intelligence, 10 accuracy, 10 speed, 6 skill, 6 riding
3. Erunion Telcontar, Elves - 1 strength, 6 intelligence, 10 accuracy, 8 speed, 6 skill, 8 riding.
4. Plague, Humans - 6 strength, 8 intelligence, 2 accuracy, 5 speed, 7 skill, 10 riding.
5. Antman, Humans - 7 strength, 7 intelligence, 3 accuracy, 4 speed, 7 skill, 10 riding
6. Bruiant, Orcs - 7 strength, 1 intelligence, 6 accuracy, 6 speed, 9 skill, 1 riding.

You have nothing to fight with. You will have when you earn money in the fight so you can buy stuff afterwards. You write out the fight yourself, and decide when you win, but the players fighting against each other, I will decide when one wins.

Might came straight at the old soldier completely ignoring the flimsy fist in his hand. Might grabbed the weak leg and picked the soldier up with it and started to punch the mans face until it was a bloody pulp.

Ok, here goes mine :)
Bruiant, Orcs - 7 strength, 1 intelligence, 6 accuracy, 6 speed, 9 skill, 1 riding.
Bruiant V Large rat. Sharp teeth and claws.

"The heat of the gladiator cells was unbearable. pacing his cell, Bruiant awaited the two guards to take him 'uptop' for his first areana battle. Sweat covered his pale green body, orange flickering light from torches in nearby brackets glinting in his bloodshot eyes.
Escorted from his room by the two human guards, clad in iron, he was guided from his cell, through several passageways, up a flight of steps and into the equipment room. From here, thin beams of light penetrated the darkness through heavy wooden slats coming from a tunnel going upward. he pressumed this was the entrance, upon death or glory. growing anxious, Bruiant begun to pace yet again, eyeing up all the cheap and damaged armours and weapons. nothing compared to what he used to sell to his orcish kin, yet, he still found himself looking at it longingly, whatever he faced would presumably be equipted, surely if his only purpose here was to be run through like the slave he now was?
Drumming filled his ears, his time had come. Crouching down, he scooped up a large measure of sand, to powder his hands. Maybe his enemy would not think of this, and he could get a good grip around his throat.
Yet again, he was escorted up the dark tunnel. its walls lined with blood. shutting his eyes, he waited for the oversized wooden slatted doors to be opened. Cheering filled his ears, the audience wild with anticipation of blood and death. Bruiant opened his eyes to a squint, the sun too bright. a reasonable sized areana stood before him, round with several trapdoors at intervals along the edge. The two guards stood at either side of him ushered him forwards far enough so as to shut the slatted doors. Slowly, Bruiant made his way to the center, circling continusly.
One by one, the trap doors began to open, lids thrown high, his match to emerge. Bruiant paced himself, bending his knees slightly, holding his hands at weist height opened, to prevent his layer of sand being rubbed off. skittering out of the trapdoor to his left, he saw it. a rat of unimaginable length, long claws and teeth the size of his fingers hanging out of his snarling mouth. Bruiant was caught unaware of the montrocity, being thrown of blanance when the rat colided with the side of his head, claws opening a line of cuts across his left cheek. using his immense strength, Bruiant gripped the rat tightly around the body, launching him away from him. quickly rising from the floor, Bruiant paced himself again, this time on one knee. The rat came skittering back, leaping into the air, directly at his throat. Bruiant waited untill the last second, and with great skill he snapped the rat out of flight and arced its head crashing into the floor. He rose, and stamped several times on the rats head, dazing it, untill he could safely grip its tail. dragging it to one of the trap doors, he dropped the rat onto the edge, head hanging over, snapping the lid shut heavily.
Covered in blood, bruiant returned to the doors, he may have killed a monstourus beast, but he was sure next time would be more difficult.

Wraith walked slowly into the coliseum. It was very quiet when he entered then the criminal walked in and a low cheer went up for him. He raised his one arm and Wraith chuckled.

Then the fight began. They closed distances and started testing each other with light kicks and punches. Suddenly, the criminal charged at Wraith and punched him square in the face. Wraith was dazed. Being with only one arm had strengthened the man's muscles and the man grabbed around his neck and started to choke him.

Wraith chocked and kneed the man in the back. He loosened slightly and Waraith took the chance to pull his head out and and twisted the criminal's wrist behind his back.

Holding the wrist in place, Wraith grabbed around the man's neck while he flailed his legs and started to choke the man.

It was over in a matter of seconds from that point.

Killer, can i make a small request? we have all these stats, but we got nothing to compare them to from our enemies. could you draw up a few stats for the enemies? for example ill use the rat which i had
Rat = 10 speed etc.

ill do mine tomorrow

lol, i'm the only one with a weapon already.

Antman was depressed. He sat mindlessly eating his glupply porrigey food.

When suddenly he was wanked out of his chair. Dragged bodily through passegways. Untill finaly he was shoved in to an arena. He was suddenly alert. He stood staring at the other entrance on the other side of the arena.

Then an elf was pushed into the arena. He had pointed ears. And before he realised it Antman was under att. The Elf was dancing this way and that way, and throwing punches at him.

Antman soon relaised that the puches didnt hurt that much, so he started punching back. But the elf keept avoiding them and laughed. This was when Antman won the fight because the elf slowed down when he laughed. Antman's punch must have felt like a rhino slaming into his head.

The Elf was dazed so Antman pushed forward with his Attack and landed a few damaging blows. The Elf fell to the floor, he was knocked out.

well he can jump back up

elves are magical he could magic himself awake

yaeh you get my point