Now, since the last Arena went sorta, downhill.... I thought I'd make a new one, where if you don't follow the rules you get kicked out. (Now since I'm not a moderator that would mean I'd have to have anyone participating in this thread help me get the person out)
the rules are:

1 Stay in character, no arguing OOC

2 If you have any arguments, PM eachother about it, dont waste space on this board

3 Listen to the announcer's (mine ) rules!

4 No one post kills. these posts shold go as:
P1Attack
P2Defend attack
P1Defend attack
and so on

5 Dont make an uber character. If your opponent makes an attack that would hurt you, it hurts you. Remember, it's not you in there!

6 If the announcer says your out, your out

7.Dont avoid every attack, no matter how agile you are. This is supposed to be interesting

8. If you fight a creature (a fight you write completely), please dont make yourself seem to strong.

9. I am the announcers. Don't take the announcers over.

10. Dont start a fight in the middle of one already happening

11. The location is the arena pit in vivec, no where else.

12. Follow these simple rules and have fun!




Announcer1: Welcome to the Arena! Located in the beautifal Arena Canton in Vivec, we hope to see some amazing fights here!

Announcer2: Yes we do! Our lovely audience seems to be very tense, awaiting our first challenger, who will it be? Just fight and we'll see!

Ragnor walks into the arena, goes over to the announcer's booth and sign's up. He then walks into the middle of the pit, and tells them to let out a fire atronach. The fire atronach, seeing the lone Nord standing out in the middle of the pit, seeks an easy kill of it's pray.
Ragnor draws his giant broadsword with no apparent effort. All of a sudden the fire atronach hurls a fireball at him and charges in right after it. Ragnor was expecting this and easily evaded the fireball. The fire atronach came in clawing at him with it's giant hands.
It got a hold of one of Ragnor's arms and hurled him against the wall of the pit. Ragnor recovered from this and came back at the fire atronach with a great overhead arc of his blade. The fire atronach, expecting this weak Nord to not have much power behind his attack. The fire atronach was wrong.
The blade severed it's hand and kept going right into the fire atronachs shoulder, leaving a deep gash there where blood oozed out. Or something like blood. This enraged the fire atronach further, and it swung at Ragnor who took the blow across his side, while he drove his blade through the fire atronach's chest.
As the fire atronach looked down at it's fatal wound the crowd cheered for Ragnor on his victory.

Titanius whistles up in the stands. "Wow, I didn't know atronachs had blood. Mind if I taste?" He blushes, embarrassed. "Sorry, the werewolf gained control a second....."

OOC: Yeah, the last Arena was a mess. Insults and arguments for 2 pages straight, wow. AND the forums weren't working when I was on, so I couldn't even join in!

Garret patted Titanus's back re-asuringly."Don't worry,"He began, with a fatherly voice,"If someone bothers you for it, They'll start losing things for a while."

Announcer 1: An amazing kill by Ragnor!

Announcer 2:Looks like we're gonna need a new fire atronach. get that corpse out of the pit.

Shadow appears next to the announcer and signs up. 'Release a werewolf"

Announcer 1:Ooh, a werewolf, lets see if we got one...

Announcer 2: Yup, one though. A rarity for sure. Guess we got to send some guys to get us a new one.

*A cage is pushed into the middle of the arena, with ten dunmer around it.they hook a cable to the top of the cage, and then start pulling the bottom of the cage out. you see the werewold thrashing about, wild in anger for being disturbed. when the dunmer left the pit, the cable started pulling up, pulling the cage up from the werwolf. It is now free.*

Titanius grins, "Well, greetings, pack-brother. May your hunt be successful tonight."

Announcer 1: uhh, pack brother?

Announcer 2: You are gonna fight it right?

Announcer 1: Please to almisisvi fight it. We don't want to send people back in there to cage it.

"Um.... in case you're wondering, I recognized this werewolf. It's the one that nearly killed me in Solsthein, and gave me this disease." He hastily looks up at the full moon. "Oh cr**. Shadow, are you going to fight this thing, or am I going to have to show you what happens when werewolf strength is combined with human intelligence? Too late." Titanius runs into a side room, and returns as a werewolf.

OOC: Sorry, meesed up there. Thought Obsidian Knight was I am that is Mathias (sp?)


Announcer 1:Woah! two Werewolves! this is getting weird.

<ooc Sorry guys to interrupt your RP but please for the sake of the gods DON'T let this get out of hand. PLay nice don't want to keep locking flame war threads when someones feelings get hurt >

The robbed breton, Damian Maranus, stands by and watches in awe at the ensuing fight. In a hearty, johovial and playful voice he shouts out, "hope you don't have more than you can handle there Shadow....And if you manage to walk away i might just have to take on three to show you up!!"

Laughing at his own comment he strolls over to the announcer stand and watches the battle keenly. He turns to the announcer, "got anything tougher than a werewolf?"

<ooc, might i have a suggestion to keep this thread alive and so that peoples' angers don't flare. I think it should only be that PC's can battle NPC character....just a thought, if you don't know what i'm talking about check out the censored section and the first arena thread, it's nasty>

Announcer 1: minor deities. ever wanna fight the god of flowers?

OOC:Like the rules state, if anyone gets in an argument (which no one has so far! keep it up!) they argue through PM's. not on this thread.

Damian's face perks up like a kid in a candy store, "minor deities you say? well don't think i'll be trying to take down one of those anytime soon but something like several daedra lords might be challenge enough for me."

He turns to the ensuing battle, patiently waiting for his turn in line.

Titanius-wolf jumps back as the werewolf attempts to jump into the bleachers. It looks as though the werewolf is about to rip at Titanius's chest, but its claws only tear his fur. Even in his wolf form, Titanius looks taken aback. He gives a look to the announcers that plainly says "if Shadow doesn't come back, can I fight this beast?" and snarls.

Announcer 1: Due to Shadows, uhhh, dissapearance, I believe it would be fine.

Announcer 2: Well ladies and gentlemen! we have quite a fight for you, Werewolf Vs. Werewolf!!!

*Ding Ding*

Warning: much violence, not for young eyes.

Titanius-wolf snarls and leaps into the pit, landing nimbly.

The 2 werewolves eye eachother, looking for any sign of weakness, and like a gunshot, leap toward eachother, and tear at eachother, like wrestlers on caffeine, fast-foward. A dust cloud starts rising, and for a few minutes, the werewolves continue fighting, with no progress.
Suddenly, one leaps away from the fight, covered in dust and minor scratches. The other steps away, with a similar appearance. They regard eachother for a minute, then one leaps at the other, but the other werewolf dodges it. The flying werewolf slams into the gate.
Again, the werewolves leap at eachother, but fight much slower. Finally, one bites at the other's throat..... only to bite fur. The other replies with a tear to the other's chest. It is knocked down, but as the standing werewolf prepares to scratch the other's eyes, the other kicks up. And hits the werewolf solidly in the belly. While the wounded struggles to react, the lying werewolf tears apart the other's throat and eyes.
The dying werewolf falls backward, and the other falls upon him, continuing to mutilate its body, tearing away at it. It continues for what seems like hours. In fact, it was. The full moon starts to set, and as the crowd starts to murmur "who won?", the survivor transforms into Titanius, soaked in blood, sweat, and tears. He calls to get his sword, and beheads it.
He pauses for a moment, then blasts the body into ash, conjures a plain glass jar, and draws the ash into it. He leaves the arena before anyone can even applaud.

Long enough for ya?

Announcer 1's mike-thing makes weird noises

announcer 2: uhhhhh, wow. give it up for Titanius ladies and gentlemen!

Damian approaches the announcer table, "so does that mean it's my turn? how about 2 dremora lords to spice things up a little."

OOC:Um sorry vacation) The reason I did not fight is because that was only a fledling wolf. Do you have anything a bit bigger like a ww lord or two." Smiles hopefully.

OOC: Hi guys, I'm back. Was on a labor day trip. school starts in 2 days. I think I'm gonna be sick that day Anyway, lets get started again, eh?

announcer 1: lets see, two Dremora lords you say?

announcer 2: We got those, send 'em out boys

*Two dremora lords come out of the door to the pit*

Damian grins evily at the Dremora Lords. Standing in the middle of the arena he folds his arms over his chest and tauntingly announces in an omniscient voice, "I'm waiting you worthless creatures of Oblivion, you're nothing more than mere piles of ash formed by the will of you masters to serve as puppets. You are capable of so little and I can plainly smell your pathetic stench filling the air. Charge if you so please, but I will warn that it is to be your last."

Both taken agast by the insiduous assault of insults the two Dremora slowly draw Daedric shortwords form their elegant sheaths. The sound draws the attention of the crowd and all are silent and waiting for something to happen.

Tucking his chin into his neck Damian breaks eye contact with his foes.

Sensing this insult one of the Dremora Lords springs at Damian with his sword perched to tear the mage in half from the skull down. Leaving a trail of dust behind him the Dremora closes on his opponent and bears all of his weight into the hilt of the sword, seemingly cutting air itself!

Damian, still calm as the foe approches waits until the sword begins to fall. Flaring his arms in front of him he meets the sword with a concentrated shield forged from Oblivion!!

The Dremora Lord, shocked and stunned still presses down on the hilt with all of his might while trying to figure who this strange Breton is. "How is it....that's imposs..."

As he tries to finish his sentence the second Dremora lashes at Damian from behind. Sure of his success in this attack his feet leave the ground and thrust with the powers that he is bound to the sword which he bears.

Damian, sensing this the entire time removes one hand from the effort of sustaining the Oblivion shield and lines his hand with a red hue.

The onlooking audience surely senses the mages' end but through his own skill he catches the blade of the sword....his hand unaffected.

Releasing his effort the first Dremora slashes at Damian from the side, who without any effort parrys the mighty blow with a dagger concealed under his sleave. "So you think this is all of my capabilty eh? You underestimate those who posses the same powers as YOU!!!"

In a twirl and a leap he is across the arena, the crowd now jeering and hollaring at this wild display of acrobatics. Several onlookers throw their snacks into the air as they stand and yell for the fight to continue.

Both Dremora now paired together with mistaken looks on their faces study over the mage who resting on one knee is across the arena from them.

"I'm tired of playing these games, sure you are more capable than that; I'm not even that powerful. But as it seems my inexperience is even far superior to that which has crafted you and spit you out of that dispicable wasteland."

"DIE RUNT" one of the Dremora screams and begins to charge, the other soon after. Swords perched with the tips aimed at his head in a flash Damian dissappears, the crowd ooo's and ahhh's.

Confused the Dremora remove their attack. From behind a whirl of magic starts to fill the arena, like a horizontal tornado the light green swirl aims its tip right at one of the dremora.

As if the tornado was possesed by some unknown force while the Dremora attempts to strike it the tornado bores itself into the chest of the vunerable enemy.
Screams, as though the entire race of Oblivion were suffering pierces the arena.
The onlookers cover their ears and cower in terror. A radiant purple light begins to emit from the Dremora, now completely at the will of the spell. Pulling out from the chest the tornado takes with it a purple phantasm in the form of the Dremora.

Falling completely limp the Dremora's armor thuds the arena floor, all that remains is the apparation.

"Well.....you think this is it?" says a voice from far above the arena.

Struck with terror the second drops his sword as the soul of his fallen comrade hangs suspended in front of him. The tornado dissipates.

The crowd, in a state of awe watches silently as the visage of Damian walks into the form of the Dremora Lord's soul and sucks it into himself!!!

Appearing before the second Dremora he stares it down...fully garbed in the soul of the first Dremora Lord as if it were a blanket!

"I think you know who I am, but now that you do, I cannot let you exist any longer. Mephala would be quite displeased with your performace here...You are a DISGRACE TO US!!"

before the Dremora could react Damian tears out its neck and gouges out its eyes. Screaming in agony the Dremora Lord falls to its knees, before the mage who stands towering over him.

The crowd, chanting for the kill begins to get impatient as Damian has made no move.

Looking around the arena at this circus Damian raises one hand and silences the crowd. Then placing his index finger over his lips and making a SHHHH noise at the Dremora it looks up, searching for a sense of what's going on as blood drips from where his eyes once were. Only to be greeted by Damian's hand, which has taken the form of a bloodied purple spike....clearly the soul of his once counterpart in this battle.

The impailed Dremora lurches over and spills his thick black blood onto the arena floor.

Damian then folds his arms over his chest and tucks his hands into his armpits.

"Well I believe it is concluded," he smirks to the announcer.

Announcer 1: Wow, Daedric powers.

Announcer 2: You too? My my my. Let us show you how it's done.

The announcers jump out of the box and into the arena, now wearing a full set of glass armor both. One of them yells for 'the big one', and five winged oblivions come out of a hole in the pit.

As the winged oblivions charge, Announcer 1 forms an oblivion dai-katana, and Announcer 2 forms out an oblivion spear.

Two Winged Oblivions charge at an announcers each. Announcer one side steps then does a double backflip onto a winged oblivion, and then chops its wings off. That winged oblivion Shrieks madly and starts clawing the other one to death before it dies of bloodloss.

Announcer 2 looks at his two and smirks. He lets one get close, and then sidesteps while sticking his spear out to impale one winged oblivion. The other one looks at Announcer two in fear, and starts to run. Announcer 2 jumps and lands miraculously right infront of the winged oblivion, and sticks his spear straight through it.

Announcer 1 looks at the last winged oblivion and laughs. suddenly he tosses a ball at it, that looks to be made of pure gold and pure blackness. The crowd realises that it is pure energy when it hits the oblivion and it is absorbed into the ball, and the ball returns to Announcer 1.

Announcer 1:Woo, Daedric powers, Don't you love it?


OOC: This is just to make people afraid of messing with the announcers , so dont mess!

<ooc LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL announcers>

Damian looks at them both with glimmer like a child in a candy store, "Well this is certainly interesting...."

Immediatly, as if he cares not for what is taking place he takes his place in the stands, pulling a small loaf of bread from his robe and watches the ensuing hilarity.

"Heh, and I thought you announcers were just ordinary citizens." Titanius smirks from the bleachers. "Not exactly modest, huh?"

Announcer 1:We were getting bored.

Announcer 2: Anyone else gonna fight or do we have to do it all?

"Evil magics I say." "No mortal should command that power. The gods should not even have power that great." Ragnor watches Damian and both the announcers with distrust.


OOC- Sorry it took so long for me to post again, but I was on vacation for a while.

Announcer 1: We are better than the gods.

Announcer 2: We are...

Announcers together: The Announcers!


(They are the gods on this thread , the only greater are moderators and admins)

There is an akward silence as a shadowy figure enters from the south.All heads snap to attention as if they were being command to.

The figure pulls back the hood of his robe ans speaks..."I am Tah'ruhl' said the dunmer.

With an amazing show of speed and agility the dunmer leapt into the pit.He then revealed a spear that seemed as though it was made of material never seen before.

"Bring on the Storm Atronachs!" he said as he struck a ready position.

Announcer 1: one or two?

Announcer 2: Howzabout 2?

Announcer 1: Sending up two strom atronachs!

*2 storm atronachs lumber into the pit*

"HAH! I scoff in the face of these puny storm atronachs!" *taunts creatures*....."Come on!"

The 2 atronachs charge at the shady character.The character jumps to avoid them an draws his spear. He lands behind 1 antronach and kills it instantly with one thrust.

The other atronach charges,Tah'ruhl sidesteps and lands a slash that servers one of the atronachs arms.

While Tah'ruhl is playing to the crownd the storm atronach gets up and smashes him in his head.Tah'ruhl falls down in seering pain.

The atronach hovers over Tah'Ruhl,grinning evily.Tah'ruhl comes upward with a single slash from his halberd,killing the monster on contact.

He brushes the corpse of the atronach off the the side,stands up,and plants the spear into it.He then hops into the stands and sits alone,drinkin his Cyrodillic brandy.

A horse is heard running outside. It stops, and a few seconds later, a mysterious woman of an unknown race walks in towards the announcers. The crowd starts to murmur. Titanius eyes her suspiciously "What is she?" "1 dremora. Name's Armiena." the stranger says.

A moment later, the Dunmer haul out a cage containing a Dremora armed with a longsword, daggers, and a bow onto the arena floor, looking ready for a kill.

Armiena turns to face the Dremora, obsidian staff in hand.
The dremora hurls a fireball spell at Armiena, but she merely blocks it with a frost spell of her own. Answering back, she thrusts her staff at it. The dremora is thrown across the arena into the wall, but shakes it off in a second. It throws a miniscule knife at Armiena, who doesn't see it until it is too late to block. It hits her arm, but she pulls it out, tosses it to the ground, and throws her staff at the dremora.
Midflight, the staff forms a spear point. The dremora nearly dodges it, but it pins its right hand to the wall, its sword falling to the ground. Armiena charges, unsheathing her sword for a brutal decapitation slash. The dremora struggles to free itself, but at the last second, it takes out a dagger, ducks, and stabs her in the chest. Even from a small tear in her robe, it is obvious the stab was deep.
Armiena falls back, looking shocked. She fingers her wound, kneels forward, and coughs up blood. She falls to the floor. The dremora, finally removing her staff/spear, turns from her, wearing a gloating grin. Armiena, with agonizing slowness, reaches for a potion on her belt. She drinks some of it, and pours the rest over her wound.
She gets up, and raises her hands to cast a spell. The dremora turns slowly to face her, raising its sword. Armiena casts a bolt of lightning, holding the spell until she is completely drained. Smoke rises from the dremora, lying on the ground. Armiena walks over, examines the dremora, and snaps its neck.

Armiena stays for a moment to grab her weapons, and leaves the arena.

Titanius glances up nervously, and leaves a minute later.

Announcer 1's microphone makes a weird noise.


Annoincer 2: Since when were microphones invented?

Announcer 1: I dunno, but that was one cool fight.

Announcer 2:Yup. C'mon people! join the fun! lets see some people Vs. People fights here. Not just Person vs. Creature.

OOC: Well, I can have my two chars have at each other...

A sound of a horse is heard running up to the arena, and Armiena enters the arena. A few seconds later, Titanius follows, cloak soaked from the rain. The both sit on the side, waiting for someone to begin fighting, and look up at the same second. Titanius waits for a signal and shrugs.
"I challenge you to a duel!" Titanius says. "So, do i slap you with a glove now?"
Armiena sizes him up.
"Alright. Plain steel armor, our own weapons? First blood on the chest or first to surrender? Is that acceptable?" She looks up at the moon, notices it's in the crescent stage.
"Fine." They walk up to the announcers, speak for a few moments, and walk into separate armories, gearing up, and sharpening their weapons.

A few moments later, they enter the pit. Both of them look slightly uncomfortable in their Armiena twirls her staff casually, the head melting into a spear point.
Titanius checks his longsword's blade for any damage.

Armiena's weapons: Longbow, staff/spear, elvish scimitar. Various throwing knives, stars. Dagger. Skilled in all forms of magic.
Titanius's weapons: Longbow, longsword. Dagger. Various throwing knives and stars. Skilled in most forms (destruct, alter, restore, enchant, mystic) of magic.

OOC: Duel will come later, when I can think this up.

Announcer 1:Good to see some person Vs. person finally!

Announcer 2: Yes, it will be an interesting fight.

Announcer 1:Tune in next week the see the thrilling....

Announcer 2:TO THE ADVENTURES OF BATMAN AND ROBIN!!!

Announcer 1: Uh.....

Announcer 2: Sorry.....

I'll just post what I can think of now.

Armiena and Titanius approach each other, sizing up each other's stances. Without warning, Titanius slashes at Armiena, but she easily blocks it with her spear, and replies by kicking him in the gut.
Titanius staggers back a few steps, looking surprised but unfazed. He reaches into a pouch on his hip, and throws a few stars at where she was standing a second ago.
A sudden crack fills the air, and Armiena appears right behind him, bow with an arrow ready. She mutters a word at the bow, and fires, still muttering. She misses barely, but the arrow bursts into freezing air close to Titanius's head.

Fortunately for him, he ducks quickly, only becoming slightly chilled by the arrow.
Titanius charges Armiena, preparing to stab her in the chest. Titanius unsheathes her scimitar quickly, and sidesteps his blow, and knees him in the groin.

OOC: more to come

A loud thunk from the armor indicates the blow, and even through the armor Titanius winces in pain, takes a couple of shocked steps back, and falls backward. A few scrolls and potions fall from Titanius's pouch. Armiena approaches him, conjuring another spear. While she prepares the deliver a finishing blow, Titanius reads from a scroll on the ground.

Titanius vanishes. In frustration, Armiena stabs the ground, then listens for Titanius. "Where are you......" she whispers. Without warning, Titanius appears behind her, at a full run, and tackles her, dagger in his hand. While they fall, Armiena rolls forward, and he falls off of her. Hard. On his head. Titanius is knocked out. Armiena takes a moment to check to see in Titanius is just acting, then retrieves her fallen spear (her non-conjured one). She presses the point to his chest, waiting for him to wake up.
A few minutes later, Titanius jerks awake, then realizes what a bad position he's in. "How long have I been out?" "Just a few minutes"
"..... alright, I surrender." Titanius says.

Announcer 1:What a fight!

Announcer 2: Yup! two whole posts too!

Announcer 1: What's a post?

Announcer 2:... I don't know....

Announcer 1: Anyway

Announcer 2: Yeah! What a finish.

Announcer 1: And not just that, but it was a werewolf she beat too!

Announcer 2: Armenia is in the finals!

Announcer 1: We're having a contest? I thought this was just an odd assortment of fighrs.

Announcer 2: ....So did I.... I have to lay off the skooma *sniff*

Announcer 1: I thought you were going to stop!

Announcer 2: *sniff sniff* Huh? Who said that? *sniff sniff* Hehe....

Announcer 1: Oh well. Next fight anyone?