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Post by ehrkzhan on May 11, 2008 18:14:14 GMT -5
ErkZhan eyes cleared and he dropped his hand "my appoligies" he said very lowly
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Post by Ember on May 11, 2008 18:16:14 GMT -5
Ember watched the exchange carefully, knowing that many hopes centered on this boy. There was a benelovent look in her large eyes.
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Post by Arthas on May 11, 2008 18:18:39 GMT -5
"Ember, this is the first candidate, ErkZhan. Gladiator of the old ways and honored many a time by the King himself." he said smiling.
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Post by ehrkzhan on May 11, 2008 18:21:53 GMT -5
"my pleasure" ErkZhan nodded at her. "forgive me of my actions" he winced at a burning sinsation on his hand
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Post by Ember on May 11, 2008 18:23:29 GMT -5
"Greetings." She turned to the Royal in her, to the dragon she became when she met new people. After a while, she relaxed, as she had with Arthus, and with a small human woman named Myra, but that easiness came only after a while.
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Post by Arthas on May 11, 2008 18:25:29 GMT -5
"Well, you two have much to talk about, in fact I think we all must have things to talk about, but first. ErkZhan tell us of your history and why you fought in the Ring. And to the origin of your weapons and armor."
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Post by Ember on May 11, 2008 18:26:27 GMT -5
Ember watched him intently through jewel like eyes.
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Post by ehrkzhan on May 11, 2008 18:53:49 GMT -5
"my history..." ErkZhan looked at Arthas first then at the two dragons. he then closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. "my father had me sent to go fight in the rings when i was only three. I was trained by many gladiators during each intermission between fights and some times during the night. Most of those who trained me died with in their next fight. I had nearly died when i was five. I don't know how I turned the fight around in my favor. I was told that there was an explosion of light. Then next thing the audiance knew i was hitting with my left fist and choking with my right the boy i was fighting. After that fight i devoted my time to learn how to stay alive in the rings. When i was fifteen I fought and beat an elf for my armor. I was told by my father that it was a present from the King. I don't know who or what the man i killed when i was seventeen for my first sword, 'The Fang of Fire'. I had by then learned my two skills with 'magic' and started using them in my fights. I was by then at the top of the ranks a gladiator could get. When i was tweenty i fought the area chapion. He wore all black and held this sword." he held up his black sword. "I beat him in three attacks. I used my two 'magic' attacks. He was a bit surprised at them and the level of skill i used them. My last attack sliced his head off. I took his sword from him. When i touched it some how i knew its name was 'DeathWing's Bite'." he fell silent for a bit. "after that fight i was put as the head of the royal guard to protect his majesty."
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Post by Arthas on May 11, 2008 18:58:26 GMT -5
"And now you've come to train with us. We shall take you to the castle where you shall touch the Dragons Eggs that are there."Arthas eyed the black sword then turned his eyes to Ember. "When last I saw you your scales were bright red...what happened?"
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Post by Ember on May 11, 2008 18:58:43 GMT -5
Ember stayed silent, and yet gave him a strange, contemplating look.
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Post by ehrkzhan on May 11, 2008 19:00:17 GMT -5
ErkZhan eyes grew heavy again and was out before he hit the ground
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Post by Ember on May 11, 2008 19:01:20 GMT -5
She smiled almost softly as she watched him fall asleep again.
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Post by Arthas on May 11, 2008 19:03:34 GMT -5
"Fire, has taken much out of him." said Arthas Muradin: "So, what did happen to make you lose that wonderful color?" he asked with reverence.
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Post by Ember on May 11, 2008 19:06:35 GMT -5
"What are you asking?" She immediatly returned to that friendly demeanor she often had around others, although she still treated Muradin with suspicioun.
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Post by Arthas on May 11, 2008 19:08:20 GMT -5
"You seem not of that color that you had before. You seem to have lost that fire like tint to your scales. That shows to us that something went wrong or that something happened. What was it?"
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