Zaedus clutched his chest as that dark little bead entered his body. He felt the same feeling he did when Raevarin first did the dread ritual. The Worgen's eyes turning to the red and black they were. His fur changing black as it once did. He let out a roar, and at it's end the Worgen shifted back to his normal state. The beast within awakening and thriving within.
Renquist turned and looked to Kerag whilst his brethren faded into the dark.
You would not want what I am Orc. You have more than enough power and I tell you know, death is a sweet release. I could grant you but a sample of power, but your body your wane and die unless you were to get more of it and I feel that is a fate beneath you.
No, you are a true warrior and have no need of such... disease as you put it.
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 19, 2011 22:20:27 GMT -5
Kerag watched Zaedus accept the gift, not entirely surprised he embraced the dark gift. He shuddered at the roar, knowing first hand the power and ferocity the Worgen possessed when it took him over. The orc smiled at the Captain, but gave him a stern look all the same.
"I'm happy for you Captain, your new found strength aided us in the duel. Just don't toss me around like a rag doll again."
Renquist turned to speak to him now, and Kerag took his words to heart, knowing he truly meant them. Such words from such a worthy opponent delighted his warrior spirit.
"Your powers alone surprised me, for awhile I thought immortality is what I wanted..." The orc looks at his flesh. "My body is growing old and I know it won't be long before it returns to the ground....but you are more than the undeath which keeps your body animate, your strength as a warrior is what I admired most. Thank you Renquist."
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2011 22:26:33 GMT -5 by Sir Kerag
Grayell smiles and nods in appreciation of his words. He then unstraps his sword and tosses it to the ground in front of Kerag's feet.
I will leave you with this. It is but a shadow of it's former self... and better for it. Be warned warrior, the blade is more than most can handle. Perhaps you will have a use for it, perhaps another is better suited. It has a tale all it's own to tell.
Amaranth - The once cursed blade Amaranth grants power but ultimately can corrupt the weak of spirit. - 1 handed sword. - Amaranth drinks blood from any victim it kills. Victim must have blood of course. - The user is in turn empowered to a minor degree. This effect can stack with more kills. - With each victim, the user must fight the corruption and hunger of Amaranth, it driving them to kill more. - This effect can be reduced and ultimately ignored should the wielder have points in blood magic.
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 19, 2011 23:10:29 GMT -5
Kerag was amazed that Ren respected him enough to offer such a magnificent and dark blade. The orc came to his knees, balancing the sheathed blade on the palms of his hands raising it up at the Vampire in acknowledgment of the honor, returning the blade to his side, hand clasping the handle and drawing the blade partially, admiring the black glow of the once cursed sword.
"Tis a beautiful sword Renquist. You will have no trouble from me once the fighting begins. Be on your way warrior of the night."
He grasped Zaedus by the shoulder, grinning at him.
"Seems we both attained gifts from our dark... friends. Let us check on Margrett and the others."
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Renquist nodded and smiled, an earnest smile. He turned and tossed a bag over his shoulder, the familiar sound of gold as it clattered to the floor.
Your winnings. Do me one last favor gentlemen - do not assume you know what honor is. Do not simply read about it. Instead.... earn it.
Renquist stepped into the dark and as he vanished from view, the darkness about them came down, leaving them standing in the pit - to the confusion of the onlookers. They had witnessed none of this and instead, Renquist and his partners had simply... disappeared.
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2011 23:21:15 GMT -5 by Grayell
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 19, 2011 23:21:31 GMT -5
The orc turned to face the crowd, holding Renquist's sword in the air, showing everyone the treasure as the confused onlookers tried to figure out what had happened. The gold lay at their feet, and it took only a few awkward moments before the crowd began to accept what they saw. Ren conceded and was nowhere to be seen, now the two guardsman stood in the pit, the orc holding Ren's sword no less! The spectators went wild, cheering of the new champions of the arena, The Guard! The Guard! The Guard!
Kerag let out a triumphant growl, looking at Zaedus from the corner of his eye.
"It was an honor to fight beside you Captain Zaedus."
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2011 23:37:52 GMT -5 by Sir Kerag
Zaedus nodded at Renquists's words and smile when the Vampyre offered Kerag that blade. When the two vanished and they found themselves in the arena he moved over to the bag of gold and collected it.
An honor it was to fight next to you was well.
He replied placeing his clawed hand upon the Orc's shoulder. Zaedus eyed the blade given to Kerag, he lost himself in his reflection, for it was not his own. It was the beast within that stared back. A smile crossed his face One day we will be as one He though to himself. He then turned to Marg
He declared defeat, gave us our winning, among other things
He smiled wryly at Kerag
And left, Him and Raevarin. I guess there were mroe here in the arena that was once apart of his 'brood' but they are no longer at the moment.
At any rate, let us see what Renquist has left us shall we?
Zaedus asked. He untied the leather bindings of the black velvet bag the cherry blossom insignia sewn onto the side. and peered in, curious to see the amount of coin rested within.
The rather large bag held quite the sum of gold. It would need to be counted of course, upon which they would discover it contained no less than 1000 gold pieces.
The pit was now shutting down for the day and the crowd was very pleased with the Guard's performance. Seems they'd proven their ability and made off with the quite the reward to boot.
Amid endless praise and comments, the spectators filtered out into the street and went on about their business.
As per the tournament guidelines Kerag, Venom and myself get 170 gold for our bout. Leaving us with 490 gold to either divvy out amongst ourselves, or place towards the funding of the guard. Getting new gear for the recruits, having a stock of funds for food and water in the training quarters. Myself and Kerag have received...eh....ample rewards aside from the coin.
He looked to Kerag, and looked to find Venom
VENOM!
The Worgen shouted hoping maybe the recruit heard him.
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2011 11:50:49 GMT -5 by Zaedus
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 20, 2011 12:29:12 GMT -5
Kerag quickly pocketed his share of the gold, happy to receive the admiration and praise of the crowd. He looked at Zaedus and nodded, satisfied with however they decided to distribute the remaining gold.
"Come Brother Venom! Captain Margrett! Kitten!"
Kerag cupped his hands, calling for his fellow guardsmen.