10-15-2015, 06:10 PM
Of course it had to take an eternity and a half to get here. Through the tiers of Coruscant, whose elevators perplexingly seemed to travel faster going up rather than down, much to Jaixe’s chagrin and Ash’s amusement, as well as moving through the empty white abyss of the Nexus again, on horseback to save time, they still spent several hours traveling. Although, Ash was helpful in spending the time by sifting through the dataverse once more only to stumble upon a pirated stream of the tournament. The first rounds were almost over, though it didn’t matter much in the long run to Jaixe.
After all, most people eliminated in the first round are rarely worth it. Still, he did want to make a note of all the combatants that he could. It wasn’t as if there was much else to do along the way. At least Ash was somewhat entertaining to listen to when they watched the various bouts take place. By the time they reached and traversed the gateway to Camelot from the Nexus, the rounds were nearing their completion. It seemed, to Jaixe at least, that many of the victors were already decided before it all began, though some still held a level of uncertainty. What they arrived at, through the gate, would be described as beyond idyllic by many of a sane and rational mind.
To Jaixe, it was more appalling and insufferable than he’d appreciate.
They arrived out of the gate, which was guarded by a handful of leather-armored guards, a small garrison force no doubt, and several standing, ancient stones atop a grassy knoll with sparse trees laid about them in no particularly order. Beyond, one could see the tall mountain range that spiked into the clouds, and the white marble city built into the side of a selected gray mountain. That was Minas Tirith, the capital of Camelot.
Around the city, and in truth, as far as the eye could see were nothing else but small villages, farms, hills, and the occasional and surprisingly dense forest of towering greenery. This, combined with the warm touch of the sun against his cold skin, the gentle breeze, and the unusual, serene quietness was almost like poison to Jaixe’s senses. Any more peaceful and he would have preferred an eternity in the Nexus to another moment in this verse.
“What a wonderful paradise…” Jaixe spoke aloud, sarcastically mocking the setting they found themselves in with a roll of his eyes, much to the confusion of one of the approaching guards that overheard him.
“Welcome to Camelot m’lord, m’lady. What brings you to these parts?” One of the guards addressed the two new-comers, standing ahead of the others, and appearing taller, more confident. The others behind him, however, seemed to shrink under the gaze of Jaixe’s glowing orange eyes that bore down on them. That was an enjoyable sight to behold… It may have made up for the appalling scenery surrounding Jaixe at the time.
The leader was blonde, middle-aged, and resolute in his stance and straight in his posture. He donned on clean, glimmering metal armor that almost seemed too decorative for guard duty, given that the man’s other colleagues had simple, rough-looking leather. He seemed to keep a hand on the handle of his sheathed sword, kept at his side by a leather belt with an odd emblem adorning the buckle that Jaixe did not immediately recognize.
After a moment or two of silence, with the black-coated, red-eyed steed Jaixe rode upon huffing and stomping on the grass with a series of thuds, almost seeming impatient with being stationary for too long, Jaixe deigned to finally reply to the man’s question. “We have come to watch the tournament, and little else,” he spoke with a rather bored tone, as if dismissing the guards as nothing more than a nuisance at the moment. He went back to analyzing their surroundings. This verse was considerably lower-tech than Coruscant was, but perhaps that may be a rather large deception on their part?
“The tournament, eh? A lot of others like you came ‘round here too. Awful lot of Primes.” The lead guard responded, motioning the other guards forward. “We’ll have to check you to make sure you’re not Imperial spies or what not.”
This guy was unusually calm with addressing an orange-eyed man and a demon-like woman, obviously he has had this task for far too long to be caught by surprise or fear… Either that, or the walking skeleton Jaixe called a partner was through here recently.
After all, most people eliminated in the first round are rarely worth it. Still, he did want to make a note of all the combatants that he could. It wasn’t as if there was much else to do along the way. At least Ash was somewhat entertaining to listen to when they watched the various bouts take place. By the time they reached and traversed the gateway to Camelot from the Nexus, the rounds were nearing their completion. It seemed, to Jaixe at least, that many of the victors were already decided before it all began, though some still held a level of uncertainty. What they arrived at, through the gate, would be described as beyond idyllic by many of a sane and rational mind.
To Jaixe, it was more appalling and insufferable than he’d appreciate.
They arrived out of the gate, which was guarded by a handful of leather-armored guards, a small garrison force no doubt, and several standing, ancient stones atop a grassy knoll with sparse trees laid about them in no particularly order. Beyond, one could see the tall mountain range that spiked into the clouds, and the white marble city built into the side of a selected gray mountain. That was Minas Tirith, the capital of Camelot.
Around the city, and in truth, as far as the eye could see were nothing else but small villages, farms, hills, and the occasional and surprisingly dense forest of towering greenery. This, combined with the warm touch of the sun against his cold skin, the gentle breeze, and the unusual, serene quietness was almost like poison to Jaixe’s senses. Any more peaceful and he would have preferred an eternity in the Nexus to another moment in this verse.
“What a wonderful paradise…” Jaixe spoke aloud, sarcastically mocking the setting they found themselves in with a roll of his eyes, much to the confusion of one of the approaching guards that overheard him.
“Welcome to Camelot m’lord, m’lady. What brings you to these parts?” One of the guards addressed the two new-comers, standing ahead of the others, and appearing taller, more confident. The others behind him, however, seemed to shrink under the gaze of Jaixe’s glowing orange eyes that bore down on them. That was an enjoyable sight to behold… It may have made up for the appalling scenery surrounding Jaixe at the time.
The leader was blonde, middle-aged, and resolute in his stance and straight in his posture. He donned on clean, glimmering metal armor that almost seemed too decorative for guard duty, given that the man’s other colleagues had simple, rough-looking leather. He seemed to keep a hand on the handle of his sheathed sword, kept at his side by a leather belt with an odd emblem adorning the buckle that Jaixe did not immediately recognize.
After a moment or two of silence, with the black-coated, red-eyed steed Jaixe rode upon huffing and stomping on the grass with a series of thuds, almost seeming impatient with being stationary for too long, Jaixe deigned to finally reply to the man’s question. “We have come to watch the tournament, and little else,” he spoke with a rather bored tone, as if dismissing the guards as nothing more than a nuisance at the moment. He went back to analyzing their surroundings. This verse was considerably lower-tech than Coruscant was, but perhaps that may be a rather large deception on their part?
“The tournament, eh? A lot of others like you came ‘round here too. Awful lot of Primes.” The lead guard responded, motioning the other guards forward. “We’ll have to check you to make sure you’re not Imperial spies or what not.”
This guy was unusually calm with addressing an orange-eyed man and a demon-like woman, obviously he has had this task for far too long to be caught by surprise or fear… Either that, or the walking skeleton Jaixe called a partner was through here recently.