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Post by Sarea Riel Dirao on Oct 13, 2013 22:02:02 GMT -6
The cool autumn breeze blew through Sarea's hair as she made her way through the city and towards the arena. She'd finally understood what it meant to be in Wildgard, and what it took as well. Sure it was all fun and games when she could use her magic passively to defend herself, but once she ran out of the good stuff, she would need to fight.
She'd stopped by the armoury before hitting the arena, but weapons-even a good dagger- was too expensive for her, whereas a steel chain coif, however, was just enough. Figuring she'd one day need it, especially in the arena, she purchased it, not knowing how heavy it was on her head.
She arrived at the entrance to the Arena and walked in, wondering perhaps if she'd be bale to rent or borrow a weapon to learn how to fight properly. Standing at the entrance wearing a black skirt and red cloak whilst wearing a chainmail coif and holding a wand, she did look rather silly.
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Post by Vyckour on Nov 2, 2013 0:19:38 GMT -6
The morning light awoke vyckour a little earlier then he wantes to wake up, lazily he rolled out of bed and proceeded to put on his daily garb. As he passed the calender he noticed he hadn't been to the arena in days.
"Crud...and here I was enjoying being lazy." He protested as he walked over to his armor closet.
With no real rush he put on his new brigandine, a gift from his new comrades, and grabbed his longsword. He felt a push toward one of the messers and was compelled to take two of them from the church armory.
He sauntered over to the arena which was only a short walk from the basilica with blades bundled and slung on his back. He bid a good day to townspeople and other heroes alike feeling glad to be home after such a long time. "A whole season... so much has changed," he spoke softly as he entered the arena.
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