Post by Popebenedict on Feb 3, 2007 15:51:24 GMT -5
The Islamic armies, had finally breached the walls of Castle Isabella, the small garrisoned force had held them off for as long as possible. It was surprising an insignificant fifty man force could hold off an army so large for nearly eleven days.
Clad in full armor, the remaining crusaders centered around the breach, planning to fight to the last, their motto, "Accept any challenge no matter the odds." and they planned to up hold this motto. Julius, being the most zealous of the garrisoned party, led the final stand, "You shall not pass!" he shouted as he ran full force into the some ten thousand rushing Muslims.
Bringing his sword down on the exposed head of the first enemy encountered, Julius had the first kill of the breach. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in the back of his head, he fell to the ground. Dazed, Julius attempted to regain his composure and return to his feet. Looking up slightly, Julius, in his final moments, saw a sword being brought down on his head. A ring echoed in his head as he fell to the ground yet again. The noises around him began to become slurred, and his vision started to go black.
When Julius finally regained consciousness he found himself in a damp, dark, caged room. Little was in the room other than a stone bench supported by chains. Julius explored the room, finding nothing of significant use, he looked out the bars holding him back from the hallway. He observed several of his allies that had attempted to hold the castle with him. Most seemed to be in worse condition then Julius. He figured he must have been captured and brought to this holding cell by the Muslims.
Julius heard footsteps coming from down the corridor. A tall, extravagantly dressed, dark, Arab man was patrolling the corridor.
"What is this? Where am I?", Julius questioned.
"You are in the Grand city of Ha-dam Calif. You where captured and brought here for his Majesties pleasure. You and many others will fight in the arena for the kingdoms entertainment. His Majesty, in his ever loving and just manner, has found it suiting to allow the release of the mightiest of those warriors that fight here. In several days you will be summoned to the arena where you will fight your first opponent. May the Mighty Allah be with you." The guard then continues to walk down the hall answering similarly to those other detainees who questioned him.
"I must obtain my freedom," thought Julius. "I will show these false God, worshiping Muslims what I am really about!" Julius then kneel ed down next to his bench and began to pray. "God, give me strength!"
While participating in this tournament, you take the role of a captive to the Muslims. You can pretty much be any race, and any religion. In order to make the fights interesting the King has decided to clad the fighters and whatever their preferred armor and provide them with whatever weapon they are most skilled with. However, this will not be given to them until right before the fight, and will be taken away almost as soon as the battle is over. Most fights will be one on one, but there might be some four way battle royals. Hopefully most of these can be player versus player and if your character dies, you can simply make another one to enter, figuring that there is an almost constant supply of captives. Your character will reach mighty warrior status upon winning ten battles, and will be released after defeating another fighter of the mighty warrior status. For time purposes and as not to exhaust the entertainment of this, the first person to be released will be considered the winner of the tournament.
Clad in full armor, the remaining crusaders centered around the breach, planning to fight to the last, their motto, "Accept any challenge no matter the odds." and they planned to up hold this motto. Julius, being the most zealous of the garrisoned party, led the final stand, "You shall not pass!" he shouted as he ran full force into the some ten thousand rushing Muslims.
Bringing his sword down on the exposed head of the first enemy encountered, Julius had the first kill of the breach. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in the back of his head, he fell to the ground. Dazed, Julius attempted to regain his composure and return to his feet. Looking up slightly, Julius, in his final moments, saw a sword being brought down on his head. A ring echoed in his head as he fell to the ground yet again. The noises around him began to become slurred, and his vision started to go black.
When Julius finally regained consciousness he found himself in a damp, dark, caged room. Little was in the room other than a stone bench supported by chains. Julius explored the room, finding nothing of significant use, he looked out the bars holding him back from the hallway. He observed several of his allies that had attempted to hold the castle with him. Most seemed to be in worse condition then Julius. He figured he must have been captured and brought to this holding cell by the Muslims.
Julius heard footsteps coming from down the corridor. A tall, extravagantly dressed, dark, Arab man was patrolling the corridor.
"What is this? Where am I?", Julius questioned.
"You are in the Grand city of Ha-dam Calif. You where captured and brought here for his Majesties pleasure. You and many others will fight in the arena for the kingdoms entertainment. His Majesty, in his ever loving and just manner, has found it suiting to allow the release of the mightiest of those warriors that fight here. In several days you will be summoned to the arena where you will fight your first opponent. May the Mighty Allah be with you." The guard then continues to walk down the hall answering similarly to those other detainees who questioned him.
"I must obtain my freedom," thought Julius. "I will show these false God, worshiping Muslims what I am really about!" Julius then kneel ed down next to his bench and began to pray. "God, give me strength!"
While participating in this tournament, you take the role of a captive to the Muslims. You can pretty much be any race, and any religion. In order to make the fights interesting the King has decided to clad the fighters and whatever their preferred armor and provide them with whatever weapon they are most skilled with. However, this will not be given to them until right before the fight, and will be taken away almost as soon as the battle is over. Most fights will be one on one, but there might be some four way battle royals. Hopefully most of these can be player versus player and if your character dies, you can simply make another one to enter, figuring that there is an almost constant supply of captives. Your character will reach mighty warrior status upon winning ten battles, and will be released after defeating another fighter of the mighty warrior status. For time purposes and as not to exhaust the entertainment of this, the first person to be released will be considered the winner of the tournament.