10-06-2015, 09:15 PM
Goowain rode around the town with his gloopy steed, garnering a bit of attention as the slime slithered and slunk. While the Colosseum was being filled with all manner of species most of the non-humans were contenders, and most of the contenders had a bit more 'fearsome' appearance than he. Not that Goowain particularly cared what any of the other folk thought of him, his shield and sword were not used for play.
"I'd like to register." Goowain finally said as he reached the front of the line. The clerk, a human male, looked down at his desk before deciding to stand up to better see Goowain.
"I'm sorry, but tournament is restricted to Primes."
"I am veteran of the war against Diablo. I can handle myself."
"Be that as it may I can't let you register unless you're a Prime. It's just too dangerous."
"Half the people in this tournament know nothing of danger."
"I'm sorry but I can't let you enter the tournament. I can direct you a ticket booth or an odds table, but I can't enter you in the tournament."
The slime knight looked at the clerk for another moment and then let out a heavy sigh.
"Very well." He said and kicked his gloopy steed to signal it to go. Off to the Ticket Booth they'd go. If he could not fight for honor at least he would witness today's crop of 'heros' and see who the next Tyrael might be.
"I'd like to register." Goowain finally said as he reached the front of the line. The clerk, a human male, looked down at his desk before deciding to stand up to better see Goowain.
"I'm sorry, but tournament is restricted to Primes."
"I am veteran of the war against Diablo. I can handle myself."
"Be that as it may I can't let you register unless you're a Prime. It's just too dangerous."
"Half the people in this tournament know nothing of danger."
"I'm sorry but I can't let you enter the tournament. I can direct you a ticket booth or an odds table, but I can't enter you in the tournament."
The slime knight looked at the clerk for another moment and then let out a heavy sigh.
"Very well." He said and kicked his gloopy steed to signal it to go. Off to the Ticket Booth they'd go. If he could not fight for honor at least he would witness today's crop of 'heros' and see who the next Tyrael might be.
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