/me walks down the long corridor, and onto the balcony overlooking the gathered throng. Resounding cheers greet his arrival.
"Citizens!" he cries."The time has come to select a new master of weapons, worthy of the title Champion of Gladiators!"
The cheers grow even louder.
"As you know, I have held this title for the last year. But now I must relinquish it to another. The warriors below all vie for this honor: indeed, 3 of them have held it in the past, and all but one are veterans of the arena." The cheers increase to a deafening roar.
"And now, to introduce the gladiators before you, I proudly give you Jamski-Chan, son of Jamski-San. Jamski, take it away.
(what do you mean, we can't find him? He what? Never mind, I'll do it myself!)
"Err, sorry folks, apparently Jamski-Chan has taken a quest to the land of NeverEnding Nights, certainly to... uh... hone his skills for next year's contest! So let me introduce you to:
The Ram- He competed in last year's tournament only to fall behind early. But he says he's been training hard so you guys better watch out! He wants to thank his mom, his wife, and Jupiter for this second opportunity.
Bob the barbarian- Kind of small for a barbarian, but quick and wily. Many an opponent has underestimated him once and one time only. He hails from the frigid land of Suomi, near the Hell's Sink. They invade and pillage neighboring lands on a regular basis, so although he is the sole newcomer to this year's contest, he may be more than a match for the veterans.
Sir Chaunkalot- (hmmm, this guy looks familiar. Is he related to that Chaunk guy from last year?) A member of King Owlfur's court, Sir Chaunkalot is a knight well reknown for his fighting skills. He has temporarily taken a break from his quest- the Quest for the Holy Quail- for reasons unknown.
Spacius Maximus- After losing last year's contest, things got even worse for Spaced when he was disqualified from the Olympic Games in Athens when he tested positive for crack use. Once released from the Betty Freya clinic, he wrote a scroll about his addiction entitled, The Sword and the Rock, which rocketed to #1 on the best-seller list and has stayed there for 15 weeks now. Now testing clean, he means to make amends for the past by redeeming himself in the games.
Hercules Romani- Taking his wit on the road, Hercules has been hitting the lecture circuit with his seminar, How to Swing your Sword without Really Trying. A darling of the merchants and nobles, he now wants to return to his favorite pasttime- carving people into small pieces.
And now our past champions:
Skanky- The 1st champion of the games. Rumors had flown about after the second competition when it was thought Spacius had killed Skanky, but apparently he had just passed out from too much drink. Skanky has eschewed his traditional balanced arms/armor approach for something completely different this year, foregoing armor altogether in favor of multiple weapon usage. More rumors have circulated that he has gone far east to study the bare-handed fighting styles known as the Drunken Fists of Fury and another odd concept called... algebra.
The Doctor- The champion of the third games and clearly the most fearsome opponent ever faced in the arena. The Doctor has been supposedly decapitated twice now and yet lives. Rumors abound that he has ascended to something akin to divine status and cannot truly die. However, his awesome rapier wit has been muted as of late and he has been seen wielding his Spinning Shield once more. Whatever is the truth, we expect to see a good deal of carnage from this man.
Lord Drogue of Antonie- The winner of the second contest, he has been silent for almost 2 years now. Has time hardened his resolve? Or have his skills gone stale in the passing days? He returns to us to prove that he alone is worthy of being called Champion...
These eight warriors stand before you to fight for your devotion. Good luck to all, and may the contest begin!"
The audience goes wild: stamping their feet, pounding the benches, yelling at the top of their lungs. Theben smiles, and waits...
"Citizens!" he cries."The time has come to select a new master of weapons, worthy of the title Champion of Gladiators!"
The cheers grow even louder.
"As you know, I have held this title for the last year. But now I must relinquish it to another. The warriors below all vie for this honor: indeed, 3 of them have held it in the past, and all but one are veterans of the arena." The cheers increase to a deafening roar.
"And now, to introduce the gladiators before you, I proudly give you Jamski-Chan, son of Jamski-San. Jamski, take it away.
(what do you mean, we can't find him? He what? Never mind, I'll do it myself!)
"Err, sorry folks, apparently Jamski-Chan has taken a quest to the land of NeverEnding Nights, certainly to... uh... hone his skills for next year's contest! So let me introduce you to:
The Ram- He competed in last year's tournament only to fall behind early. But he says he's been training hard so you guys better watch out! He wants to thank his mom, his wife, and Jupiter for this second opportunity.
Bob the barbarian- Kind of small for a barbarian, but quick and wily. Many an opponent has underestimated him once and one time only. He hails from the frigid land of Suomi, near the Hell's Sink. They invade and pillage neighboring lands on a regular basis, so although he is the sole newcomer to this year's contest, he may be more than a match for the veterans.
Sir Chaunkalot- (hmmm, this guy looks familiar. Is he related to that Chaunk guy from last year?) A member of King Owlfur's court, Sir Chaunkalot is a knight well reknown for his fighting skills. He has temporarily taken a break from his quest- the Quest for the Holy Quail- for reasons unknown.
Spacius Maximus- After losing last year's contest, things got even worse for Spaced when he was disqualified from the Olympic Games in Athens when he tested positive for crack use. Once released from the Betty Freya clinic, he wrote a scroll about his addiction entitled, The Sword and the Rock, which rocketed to #1 on the best-seller list and has stayed there for 15 weeks now. Now testing clean, he means to make amends for the past by redeeming himself in the games.
Hercules Romani- Taking his wit on the road, Hercules has been hitting the lecture circuit with his seminar, How to Swing your Sword without Really Trying. A darling of the merchants and nobles, he now wants to return to his favorite pasttime- carving people into small pieces.
And now our past champions:
Skanky- The 1st champion of the games. Rumors had flown about after the second competition when it was thought Spacius had killed Skanky, but apparently he had just passed out from too much drink. Skanky has eschewed his traditional balanced arms/armor approach for something completely different this year, foregoing armor altogether in favor of multiple weapon usage. More rumors have circulated that he has gone far east to study the bare-handed fighting styles known as the Drunken Fists of Fury and another odd concept called... algebra.
The Doctor- The champion of the third games and clearly the most fearsome opponent ever faced in the arena. The Doctor has been supposedly decapitated twice now and yet lives. Rumors abound that he has ascended to something akin to divine status and cannot truly die. However, his awesome rapier wit has been muted as of late and he has been seen wielding his Spinning Shield once more. Whatever is the truth, we expect to see a good deal of carnage from this man.
Lord Drogue of Antonie- The winner of the second contest, he has been silent for almost 2 years now. Has time hardened his resolve? Or have his skills gone stale in the passing days? He returns to us to prove that he alone is worthy of being called Champion...
These eight warriors stand before you to fight for your devotion. Good luck to all, and may the contest begin!"
The audience goes wild: stamping their feet, pounding the benches, yelling at the top of their lungs. Theben smiles, and waits...
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