Valik's Tourney: Supersith and the Babyslayers vs Double Dip

[Valik]

/OOC
[member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]
The duel ends when it ends, after 20 posts(Not including this one), or at 11:59 Friday Night, depending on how fast/slow y'all and the other duel go. Keeping a strict "Post order" is not required, but don't skip anybody. Have fun guys.

/IC

Valik had assembled some of the best men and women in the galaxy in a Grand Battle Royal. Lodging and food was provided for all contestants, and powerful, even custom items would be divvied up by those who kept going in the tournament. Today was the beginning of the first fight, between a motley gang of Sith Lords inside the Cauldron, which had cost no small fee to rent out for the day. It was about 20 meters in diameter give or take, and filled with boulders and smaller rocks to serve as cover, or projectiles as the case may be. Soon a bell rang, signalling to the contestants the fight was on, and anything was fair game.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSbFgt0wp_4&t=0m6s

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Jared.” Soliael said quietly as they stepped into the ring known as the Cauldron. “Have I ever told you about the time I tamed a Greater Krayt Dragon??”

He seemed almost nostalgic as he spoke, peering around the stadium that had once belonged to his Sister. He had never been here before, having thought himself below games of fun and killing. Jared however had asked him to accompany him to this little tournament, and so he had done his old friend a favor and had obliged.

Soliael was not here as a god of course.

No, he was not so foolish as to arrive to this affair wearing the mask of Neth the Keeper. Instead Soliael showed his face, the face that many would find reminiscent of the Dreadlord Moridin, though unlike his father, Soliael's head was neatly adorned with black hair, instead of stark red or silver. Orange eyes darted about the Colosseum, a smile tugging at his lips.

He could see why people enjoyed this. The adoration of the crowd, the cheering of the masses. Perhaps had he not claimed the title of a god, he would have become a gladiator. Turning to his old friend, he explained himself further. “The sands of this place remind of that. Fun little adventure that was.”

Soliael hadn't been capable of using the force then, but his mother had insisted he tried anyway, she always had been a slave driver.

Smiling slightly, the Sorcerer stepped forward further into the sands.

 

[Arage Bao]

As the sand crunched under his boots Jared couldn’t help but also feel nostalgic about this place. He had fought here many times under the guise of the Glory-Song, and glory had indeed been his for a long time. So being back here, now without a mask, strangely felt as if everything went full circle.

“Naw, but I have the feeling I am about to find out.”

Truth to be told Ovmar felt a bit anxious, it had been a long time since he had set foot in a ring. A gladiator fight was something different than fighting for your life in an invasion, or so he thought.

“I remember how I once decapitated a Bull Rancor right at this spot.”

A tap of his foot marked the spot, it didn’t hold any stain of course. The sand was long since replaced, only a soft ring in the Force suggested the death of a large animal here. Didn’t come to mind that he just gave away his identity as the Glory-Song to Sol, didn’t really care either.

Sol was one of the few he trusted.

He too stepped a bit closer into the arena, closing his eyes and breathing out to feel the Force circulating. The sound of the crowd was almost gone in his concentration, his anxiety melted away then as a grin appeared on his lips. Seemed as if Ovmar had truly missed this.