Cryoseraph
Junior Member
Deep in the tunnels of the arena, within a small, secret coliseum, sit ten mighty Exalts. Each one of them sits within shadows or glows like the god-kings they are, as is their perogative. Each sit upon a mighty throne of their own styles, waited upon by masked, blindfolded, or eyeless attendants as they watch the gladiators enter the arena.
Each gladiator was allowed only the thinnest of coverings to keep their bodies from distracting others as they entered this miniature of the arena; their oiled, polished or frosted skin gleaming in the essence powered lights there. A man who wore a shining set of golden robes lifted away his hood as he stood, and projected with a honey-silken voice.
"My fellow Chosen. Thank you for your efforts to make today possible, especially involving the utmost secrecy of our fine warriors here. Today we shall unveil what has been 3 years in the making. Yes, rushed I know for some of you, but the public demands that such incredible beings be seen, and since the first Warstriders have been finished for nearly a year and the training for the Terrestrials present are finished this month, we can wait no longer. Soon, once the sun reaches its Zenith, the crowds will cheer for these brave warriors, and they will know firsthand the power of the Realm, the Deliberative, and most importantly, our Patrons here, firsthand.
"As I have not taken a warrior to sponsor into this endeavor, we have all agreed I shall announce the first events here today. Sadly my training was too rigorous for my star pupil, and it has put me several months behind. I have chosen a wonderful behemoth from my own stock for the events today, along with a summoned Second Circle Demon and a fine new automaton being released from the forges of Denandsor just for this occasion."
Turning to the gladiators, nearly a dozen present, the man in golden robes, which had now shifted to look almost snug on him after the hood disappeared, showing off various spots of well-tanned and muscular skin easily rivaling the gladiators here. "Gladiators. Today you become something greater than yourselves. You become living vessels of glory for your Patron, your Dominus. When you enter the incredible works of your Patron, remember both them and your brothers here. If you try to upstage them in a group battle, you may easily die. And if you try to spare them in a match against them, the consequences will be just as dire for you both. You are now no longer those birthed by your families. Now you are all siblings in blood, bounds by your blood and the enemies. Bound to the great Solar Realm that covers Creation and bound to serve as commanded today, to empower the crowd through your own heroics and bring victory to the Houses of your Patrons.
"Gladiators, to your Warstriders."
Each gladiator was allowed only the thinnest of coverings to keep their bodies from distracting others as they entered this miniature of the arena; their oiled, polished or frosted skin gleaming in the essence powered lights there. A man who wore a shining set of golden robes lifted away his hood as he stood, and projected with a honey-silken voice.
"My fellow Chosen. Thank you for your efforts to make today possible, especially involving the utmost secrecy of our fine warriors here. Today we shall unveil what has been 3 years in the making. Yes, rushed I know for some of you, but the public demands that such incredible beings be seen, and since the first Warstriders have been finished for nearly a year and the training for the Terrestrials present are finished this month, we can wait no longer. Soon, once the sun reaches its Zenith, the crowds will cheer for these brave warriors, and they will know firsthand the power of the Realm, the Deliberative, and most importantly, our Patrons here, firsthand.
"As I have not taken a warrior to sponsor into this endeavor, we have all agreed I shall announce the first events here today. Sadly my training was too rigorous for my star pupil, and it has put me several months behind. I have chosen a wonderful behemoth from my own stock for the events today, along with a summoned Second Circle Demon and a fine new automaton being released from the forges of Denandsor just for this occasion."
Turning to the gladiators, nearly a dozen present, the man in golden robes, which had now shifted to look almost snug on him after the hood disappeared, showing off various spots of well-tanned and muscular skin easily rivaling the gladiators here. "Gladiators. Today you become something greater than yourselves. You become living vessels of glory for your Patron, your Dominus. When you enter the incredible works of your Patron, remember both them and your brothers here. If you try to upstage them in a group battle, you may easily die. And if you try to spare them in a match against them, the consequences will be just as dire for you both. You are now no longer those birthed by your families. Now you are all siblings in blood, bounds by your blood and the enemies. Bound to the great Solar Realm that covers Creation and bound to serve as commanded today, to empower the crowd through your own heroics and bring victory to the Houses of your Patrons.
"Gladiators, to your Warstriders."