Secret of the Red Altar, Playground 1 Options

[GunsnArmor]

One thing: http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e181/GunsnArmor/map1-1.gif

This map shows starting places for Red Altar and Keepers of the Secret. Once started you can go anywhere you like, and do anything to defeat or weaken the other team. Yup, It's gonna be that flexible. Nothing planned except for what happens when one side wins.

Hanadam Hitius

Hanadam sat upon Mayuhns' chair in the council room, him being appointed the new leader after Mayuhn's assassination from a member of the Red Altar. He was reading an old book Mayhuns gave to him a while back. It was a thriller, about a deranged man that stalked young women that lived alone on farms and manors, and did perverse things till dead. It ends with him dying by the stabbing of a pitchfork, and falling into a stream. As he read this book, he thought about what his speech would be to his loyal guild brothers. He was very depressed about his best friend's death.

Jo'Puma

Jo'Puma had just seated himself in one of the chairs, and patiently waited for the others to arrive. He watched the expression on Hanadams face. He could see some kind of emotion in him. He seemed to be...somewhat sad. Though clueless to what it could be...

This post has been edited by GunsnArmor: May 31 2007, 08:39 PM

[jack cloudy]

Gro-Bolg Madrukh. (Let's get this fight started.)

Madrukh took one short moment to glance at Lexie, in particular on her sword. He then glanced at the Claymores Reggard and he wielded.
,,Hmmph, you could say so. But aren't we boasting of our swords as well? If this goes on, we'll soon be holding a competition to see who has the biggest sword." He whispered back. It was then that a Dunmer with a shortsword rushed in.

,,Bronze guild, we bring death!" He shouted adn skidded to a halt when he saw them. His eyes wandered to the Claymores, which were even larger than usual. Being the first to charge in now seemed like a bad idea.
,,As you wish! You bring death, we give it out! Leave now for I am your life's end!" Madrukh roared.

Deryll Farfing.

Deryll shook his head from behind the wall.
,,Oh dammit, an Orc." He muttered to himself.
,,Heyat!"

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh's eyes widened when a sphere of light rushed out from beyond the corridor, passed between the soldier's legs and then continued onward into the council room.
,,Watch out!" He warned as he jumped to the side to avoid the spell.
,,Mages! An evil mage! Is this your idea of honour? To pelt us with your little sparks from beyond our sight?!" Enraged, he swung at the soldier who had already retreated. Soon though, he was back, with half a dozen others, standing in rows of two because the corridor was too cramped to fit more.

,,I, Gro-Bolg Madrukh, I challenge you! Come forward and taste my blade!" Madrukh shouted. Another spell flashed around the corridor and hit him squarely on the chest. The Orsimer was driven back by the physical punch the spell seemed to possess. He flew back till he hit the wall where fortunately, the spell dissipated. He reached down with a hand and felt the half-molten area where the spell had struck him.
,,Damn mages!" He thought as he got up and moved back to join the battle that had started.