10-12-2015, 11:18 AM
There was a loud clamor as a herd of people swarmed through the front gates, loud enough to snap the marauder’s attention from the screen. Slowly approached the pushing masses and stood a few feet from the intersection of her hallway and the main vomitorium, peering around the corner to see what the swarm of humanity was interested in.
Peasants held single coins while nobles hefted heavy sacks in the air, each of them shoving for a place t the front of their slowly growing line. Putting on a mean face, the tall woman pushed into the crowd, unafraid to use the sharp metal protrusions on her armor to encourage people to get the hell out of her way.
As she made her way through the people, she walked around the top edge of the Colosseum, getting a good look at the pit where she’d be fighting. A massive thing, dirt floor, runes carved into the stones that made the walls of the stadium. She’d seen enough magic to know what it looked like, and she could only assume it would be used to protect the audience from any kind of stray attacks the contestants would be flinging around.
As she approached the lead end of the surging throngs, she saw a long series of booths, men, women and demons accepting the coins and carefully jotting down numbers on papers. “Is there betting?” the bandit asked to nobody in particular. “Holy shit they’re betting.”
Using the hand that wasn’t carrying her weapon, the woman used her amazing strength and rammed into the people that stood before her. Like a fish through water, she forced her way to the front of the line, grabbed the person who was currently talking with the tender by the head and flung him out of the way.
Holding her hand out, a sphere of glimmering omnilium blazed forth in front of the infernal book-keep’s eyes. He grinned, pearlescent light glimmering in his black sclera, and licked the tip of his quill, holding it above the paper.
“THREE HUNDRED ON THE BANDIT WITH NO NAME!” she shouted and slammed the wad of currency down.
Peasants held single coins while nobles hefted heavy sacks in the air, each of them shoving for a place t the front of their slowly growing line. Putting on a mean face, the tall woman pushed into the crowd, unafraid to use the sharp metal protrusions on her armor to encourage people to get the hell out of her way.
As she made her way through the people, she walked around the top edge of the Colosseum, getting a good look at the pit where she’d be fighting. A massive thing, dirt floor, runes carved into the stones that made the walls of the stadium. She’d seen enough magic to know what it looked like, and she could only assume it would be used to protect the audience from any kind of stray attacks the contestants would be flinging around.
As she approached the lead end of the surging throngs, she saw a long series of booths, men, women and demons accepting the coins and carefully jotting down numbers on papers. “Is there betting?” the bandit asked to nobody in particular. “Holy shit they’re betting.”
Using the hand that wasn’t carrying her weapon, the woman used her amazing strength and rammed into the people that stood before her. Like a fish through water, she forced her way to the front of the line, grabbed the person who was currently talking with the tender by the head and flung him out of the way.
Holding her hand out, a sphere of glimmering omnilium blazed forth in front of the infernal book-keep’s eyes. He grinned, pearlescent light glimmering in his black sclera, and licked the tip of his quill, holding it above the paper.
“THREE HUNDRED ON THE BANDIT WITH NO NAME!” she shouted and slammed the wad of currency down.