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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.09.22 20:28:00 -
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Thal looked out at the massive silhouette of the massive station they were approaching. Just by the sight of it, Thal could tell it was a wretched hulk full of the most vile, disgusting lowlifes in all of New Eden. He hated the fact he had to go into such a pit of filth, but his duty to his brother Templar allowed him to forge ahead.
As Galm begain his briefing, Thal couldn't help but wish he could participate in the arena matches. He longed to fight other warriors like himself in the martial arts, but now was not the time to dwell on wishes and desires. Now was the time to burn this palace of sin.
As they traveled, he examined the men and women around him. He had fought along side a few of them before, and he trusted them with his life. Galm however, he did not trust. Nor did he trust the other Amarrian aboard, the one wearing a vile of blood around his neck. He decided to keep an eye on them, but not let them interfere with the mission at hand.
He checked the explosives under his robes. All were primed and ready to detonate, which wasn't very reassuring to him. He hoped he would be able to place the bombs rather then use himself as one. While he was immortal, he liked his clones to last as long as possible.
He started humming the Classiarii Battle Hymn, prepping his mind and soul for the coming onslaught of sin. After a few moments, he sang the lyrics quietly to himself.
"From Ancient Athra the Empress commands Her Proud-sons.
From revered Blood-stock these Warriors are made Her Proud-sons.
No fear they know, Praetoria Classiarii, Her Proud-sons.
The Empire's foes, they defend against all, Her Proudn++-Sons.
Warrior's merit, Unbreakable spirit, Classiarii!
Supreme Defenders, Unchallenged in Battle, Classiarii!
Courage and honor, Empress and Sefrim, Classiarii!"
He shook his head, snapping out of his trance like state. He walked over to the door, his prized sword to his side, and prepared to disembark. He was ready.
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.09.25 19:51:00 -
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Thal makes his way over towards the still closed landing door. He wasn't nervous, but he wasn't excited ether. There was so much filth on the other side of those great metal plates, filth it was his job to purge. He walked over to a crewmen and tapped him on the shoulder. The crewman turned to him and Thal pulled out a large golden blade. He gave it to the crewman and said.
"Take this to the hold. keep it safe. Don't loose it."
The crewman was shaking in fear at the warrior before him but carried out his order. Thal walked quietly behind Junko and Vyzion and he heard Vyzion say something about Spooky Templars. Thal grinned and said to Vyzion
"BOO!"
He chuckled to himself and walked right up to the doors. He was ready to plunge head first into sin.
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.09.29 20:45:00 -
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Thal nodded to Vyzion and Junko.
"I like the plan. Junko, meet me outside the arena entrance. We'll finalize the details there."
And with that, Thal disappeared into the swarms of people heading towards the checkpoint. The smell was overwhelming, and if he wasn't prepared, he would have passed out. It was the normal smell crime had. The worst humanity had ever produced was sitting on this one station. However, Thal felt strangely comfortable in the crowd. He could blend in easy with the countless refugees and merchants crowding the docks. Thankfully, he was relatively close to the entrance checkpoint. As he walked up, a massive Brutor man pushed Thal out of the way and took his spot in the line. Thal staggered back and frowned at the man
"Excuse me sir, I believe that is my spot"
"What are you going to do about it slaver scum?"
Before the Brutor could do anything, Thal grabbed his arm and threw him through the air a few feet. Thal wiped his hand on his cloak.
"I'm not a slaver, nor do I appreciate your racism. If you'll excuse me, I have a tournament to win."
The Brutor jumped up and charged at Thal
"HOW CAN YOU WIN IF YOUR DEAD!"
He threw a punch at Thal, but Thal sidestepped and buried his elbow into the beast of a man's stomach. The Brutor reeled back and fell to the floor, a mixture of blood and saliva drooling from his mouth.
"I don't know, you tell me"
Thal took his place back in the line as it was his turn to check in. A young Gallente woman was sitting at the sign in desk. She had her head buried in a pile of datapads.
"Hello sir welcome to Snowfall, please show me your papers."
Thal pulled out a datapad and passed it to her. As she looked up, she examined him all over, she then gave a smile and said
"Your pretty handsome for an Amarrian. Your papers check out, you need anything else?"
Thal shivered on the inside
"Yes, I'm not here. As in this meeting never took place."
Her smile didn't dip.
"That'll cost a bit more hun."
She winks at him. Thal shuddered. He knew Ahliya would kill him for this, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"Perhaps later, where should I meet you?"
"My apartment on level 4, room 143"
She clicked a button and the door opened. Thal ran through and melted into the crowd. He had no intention of meeting the woman at her place, almost felt sorry for her. Thal looked up and saw the arena, and he started his pace quickly to get there.
"Please be there Junko."
And with that, Thal vanished into the crowd.
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.10.03 23:28:00 -
[4] - Quote
Thal continued his walk towards the arena, the countless indaviduals pushing and shoving their way around the dark recesses of the stations streets. People would bat an eye sometimes at his Amarrian robes, but most were to preoccupied with their lives to fully notice him. This was good, being know wasn't something he longed for.
As he continued his walk along the edge of the street, he heard loud grunts and cries of pain from a alleyway close by. He quickly used the blackness of his robe to blend in with the shadows and learn he looked on with horror at what he saw. The young Gallente girl that had checked him into the station was being beaten by three large thugs. The thugs looked like two Caldari and a Brutor, and they were pushing the girl back and forth between each other, giving her a punch each time. The Brutor shouted,
" WHERE'S OUR MONEY YOU STUPID B***!"
The Brutor slapped her aside and she fell to the ground. She was coughing up blood and her eyes face was soaked in tears. She whimpered,
"I don't have it yet. Please just stop."
The Brutor and his Caldari accomplices broke out into laughter.
"When we grow tired of your pain and tears, you'll have peace. In death"
Thal rushed out of the shadows at the Brutor and slammed him into the wall. The two Caldari tried attacking him from behind, but Thal turned and used both his arms to punch them square in the face, knocking them out. Thal heard a great booming cry as the Brutor stood up. The towering figure drew a long knife with various tribal markings etched on to the blade. The Brutor rushed Thal and stabbed at him, but Thal grabbed the man's arms. They both struggled against each other's strength, and it seemed no man could gain an advantage. Until Thal changed his stance and let go of the man's arms. The power the Brutor was using to push the knife kept on going, and the beast stabbed himself in the chest. He fell limp to the ground, dead.
Thal was immediately taken by a much lighter force. The Gallente girl had swung him around and embraced him with a hug.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
She grabbed Thal's head and kissed him right on the lips. Thal tired pushing her back, but she was attached to him like his combat dropsuit. She finally stopped kissing him and smiled at him, her arms wrapped around his neck.
"What can I do to repay you handsome?"
Thal gently pushed her off and reached into his cloak. He pulled out several ISK chips and placed them in her hands.
"Get on a ship, get off this station, get out."
She smirked at him, but suddenly understood the urgency in his voice. She took the chips,
"Ok hun, I'll be looking for you out there."
She winked at him and ran off into the street. Thal soon returned to his walk, the arena in sight. As he approached, he saw Junko waiting for him. He walked up to her discreetly and came up behind her. He bent down and whispered.
"Ok Junko, you ready?"
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
37
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Posted - 2014.10.09 21:11:00 -
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"Thel Vandamee"
said Thal to the pit administrator. The man was still rubbing his broken nose he received from Junko, and he used his other hand to gesture to the entrance to the pit fighter pins. The crowd got steadily smaller as Thal got to the pins. He had lost track of Junko, but assumed she could handle herself. He walked up to a guard at the entrance to the pin.
"I'm here for the fights, I'm a contestant."
The guard glared at Thal and gestured to the door. Thal entered and the first thing he noticed was the stench of death. They must have been pilling the bodies of the dead fighters somewhere down there. The room was like a long hallway, with small barred windows that Thal assumed looked out onto the arena floor. The blood dripping down from them was quite the confirmation of that theory.
There were many different fighters from all areas of the cluster gathered around, preparing themselves for battle. He noticed a large number of Minmatar, mainly Brutor, were competing in the pits, fewer Gallente and Caldari, and no Amarr. This fact didn't surprise him, Amarr weren't known for their enjoyment of arena deathmatches. As Thal watched the fighters prepare themselves, a shrill voice came from behind him.
"Mr. Vandamee?"
Thal spun around to see a very young Caldari woman. She looked like an arena fighter herself, with all the cuts and bruises, and he would have thought she was, if it weren't for her "staff" badge
"Yes, that is me."
"Your up next cutie"
Thal frowned. He had no idea why the females of this station kept refereeing to him as being attractive.
"So soon? I just walked in"
"There was a quick opening, some fool chickened out and ran. And so you get his spot"
"Very well, where do I go?"
The woman pointed to a door at the end of the hall. Thal sighed, and walked over to the door. It opened to reveal a lift that led up to the arena floor, a dead body was laying in the lift's corner. Thal shuddered and walked in. The door closed behind him and the door above him opened. Light flooded in and Thal was momentarily blinded. He could hear a thunderous cry that kept gjetting louder and louder. As Thal opened his eyes, the lift had reached the top. He was standing on the far north side of the pits, the sound he heard was coming from the crowd. They cheered and screamed for blood and death. A voice from an intercom system boomed over the crowds.
"LADIES AND GENTELMAN, WELCOME TO THE INFAMOUS PITS. HERE, YOU WILL SEE MORE BLOOD, GORE, AND VIOLENCE THEN YOU WILL EVER HOPE TO SEE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. OUR FIRST MATCH IS BETWEEN OUR LATEST ENTRY, THEL VANDAMEE. OUR ONLY AMARRIAN FIGHTER SO FAR, BUT WILL HE LAST AGAINST HIS FOE?OUR CHAMPION FROM LAST YEAR, YOU KNOW HIM, YOU LOVE HIM, LOK DORMA!"
The crowd went into a mad frenzy at the sound of the name Lok Dorma. It was a shock to Thal he was going up against the champion so soon into the fights. As the door of his opponent opened up, Thal's mouth dropped open slightly. It was the Brutor he knocked out earlier, there was still blood stains on his clothing and dripping from his mouth.
"YOU! I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"
Thal wales out into the middle of the arena and assumed a low combat stance.
"I'd love to see you try ugly."
Thal through off his cloak and robe and motioned for the Brutor to attack. The beast let out a loud roar and charged at Thal, pure madness in his eyes. Lok jumped into the air and tried slamming himself into Thal, but Thal gave a quick side step and evaded that attack. He gave Lok a moment to recover
"You're the champion? You really need some standards around here." Said Thal in a jocular tone.
Lok wasn't having any of it, and started throwing punch after punch at Thal. Thal effortlessly evaded or blocked each attack, Lok's impressive muscle mass would be dangerous, if it didn't slow him down so much. Thal leaped into the air and kicked his foe in the face. As Thal landed on the ground, Lok came up behind him and grabbed Thal in a lock around his neck. Thal struggled to breath but he started laughing
"WHAT'S SO FUNNY BASTARD? I AM ABOUT TO KILL YOU."
Thal slammed his elbow into Lok's lower body multiple times
"Kidney punch, kidney punch, kidney punch, and pause....kidney punch!"
Lok fell to the ground, he could hardly breath he was in so much pain. Thal walked up to Lok, and grabbed him by the neck.
"Nothing personal my friend, we're clones after all so you'll be fine."
Lok coughed
"Tell me who you are, so I can find you and kill you."
Thal said in a quiet voice
"My name is Thal Vadam, and I look forward to our next battle"
Thal added a bit more pressure with his hand, and broke Lok's neck. The crowd stared in awe for a brief moment and then cheered. The announcers voice returned.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT IS OVER! THE CHAMPION HAS FALLEN! GIVE IT IP FOR THEL VANDAMEE. BUT CAN THEL GET TO THE FINISH? STICK AROUND AND FIND OUT. GET BACK TO THE PENS THEL, WE'LL SEE YOU SOON!"
Thal returned to the lift and it carried him back down. He walked to a area with some form of beds and fell down. He needed to rest if he was going to keep going.
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.10.21 00:32:00 -
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"Can you hear them son? Hear the screams? Their cries of agony?"
Tears streamed down Thal's face as he watched the planet below them burn. His father was behind him, pointing a flaylock pistol at Thal's neck
"Yes father, yes I can"
His father hissed in his ear
"And don't you enjoy it?"
"No father, no I don't"
Thal's father smacked Thal with the pistol and laughed manically
"Well good, because you killed them. You pushed the button. It's all your fault."
With that, Thal turned on his father, slapping the flaylock aside. Thal grabbed his combat knife from his boot pocket and lunged at his father. The blade cut deep into Telos' chest, and the maniac fell back, blood pouring from the wound. Thal stood over his Father's corpse, blood dripping from his knife.
"Yes father, I cam hear them screaming, and I shall never forget."
Thal's eyes shot open, sweat pouring down his forehead. What he had wasn't a dream, it was a memory. A memory of his greatest sin, a memory of the day he burned them.
Thal sat up and got out of bed and put his robe on. The sleeping quarters were somewhat empty, except for an old Caldari janitor who had fallen asleep in the corner. Thal payed little attention to the old man and started walking down the hallway towards the arena. His black cloak blended perfectly into the darkness, allowing him to move unseen by the door guards.
Thal made it to the arena, the bodies of the days combatants were strewn across the floor. They did not shock or appall him, he had been on too many battlefields to feel much for such things. He walked over to a shadowed corner of the arena and sat their. He sat for what felt like hours, but what could only have been a few minutes. He hadn't thought about the destruction he had caused so many years ago on...wait...what has that world called? Thal could no longer remember, he was so tired, so old. He pulled out a flute from his robe's inside pocket. He had made the flute when he was young, and it was the only thing he took with him to the Empire. He played a soft song, a mix of traditional Brutor and Sebiestor folk music. It was the only song he ever learned to play.
Thal heard someone enter, it was Junko. Thal played his song a little quieter as he watched her. She began to train, obviously preparing for the next days fights. Thal observed her patterns and movements, they were quite skilled, except for one thing. Against Thal's better judgement he called over to her
"Try bending your knees a bit more, you're slightly unbalanced."
Thal winced under his hood and returned to his song.
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.10.24 02:40:00 -
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Thal watched Junko's combo and just barely cracked a smile. It wasn't often someone proved his combat knowledge was tested, but this was one of those times. He stopped his flute playing and stood up to approach her. He came up right beside her and pulled off his robe, underneath he is wearing a t-shirt and combat pants. He assumed a combat stance
"When I fight, it is usually against opponents of equal or greater physical strength. Thus my combat style is geared toward redirection of power. Watch closely."
Thal acts as if an imaginary opponent is striking at him. His arm moves up as if he is pushing aside a blow, and the his other hand extends to strike where his foe's stomach would be.
"That blow right there would be enough to cripple most men"
Thal stood straight and looked at Junko.
"Junko, may I train with you tonight?"
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.10.25 01:12:00 -
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Thal smiled at Junko
"You're to kind to me Junko."
Thal bowed in the manner that was practiced by master duelists. He suddenly leaped back in a back flip, landing in a low combat stance.
"Think fast"
((I'll type my combo and you can decide their outcome))
Thal rushed at Junko, almost to fast to see. He struck out with his fist in a uppercut, then followed up with a right hook and left jab. He then grabbed her shoulders, entering into a lock.
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
39
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Posted - 2014.10.25 16:20:00 -
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Hunter Junko wrote:
She saw a flurry of hands, and winced when the uppercut grazed her cheek. However she didn't notice that it was her who barely avoided that strike.
"f'wa del!!" She hissed as she reached out and caught thal's right hook, moving it aside and then caught the other left jab, then as the two locked up.
" nice one Thal... " she gasped in between breaths, she was obviously weaker in terms of raw strength. That was for sure, but there was no way she was going down.
" my turn" and with that she let her knees buckle halfway, she bent them halfway , and then suddenly reached for thals head, jumping up at the same time and initiated a flying knee to Thal's chest. As she reached her peak of her jump, she cocked back her arm and dropped an elbow on top, with a yell.
Thal smiled. To him, fighting was the highest art form. Based on someone's way of fighting, Thal learned who they were as a person, and Junko was a very entertaining opponent. As her knee impacted his chest, he staggered just slightly. He quickly grabbed her knee with his left hand holding her there, and raised his other hand to catch her elbow. Thal chuckled
"Very good. Your style is strong, but agile. It's very beautiful to watch, and more so to fight"
Thal released Junko, letting her fall to the ground and as she hit the ground, Thal jumped into the air and came crashing down with a kick.
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
39
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Posted - 2014.10.28 21:58:00 -
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Thal cringed as he heard cracking in his ankle. It wasn't quite broken, but would be soon. Acting quickly, Thal lashed out at Junko's side, knocking her off balance enough for Thal to escape her grip. Thal rolled away from her and jumped up, his ankle slightly struggling under his weight. He smiled at Junko, jumping like back and forth
"Ready to stop the warm ups and get serious?
Thal rushed her and let out a flurry of punches, kicks, and hooks. He was in Heaven right now. There was nothing in his mind other then Junko and him, two fighters engaged in glorious combat. Like a dance, they moved and fought. Thal unleashed a sweeping kick at Junko
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.11.01 03:16:00 -
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Thal splashed his face in the fighter pit's washroom. The fight with Junko had surprisingly tired him out. A testament to her skill as a warrior. Even now Thal's mind returned to her fighting stances, strike preferences, and combat tactics. They were better then even the greatest Amarrian gladiators. Thal's heart was racing at the thought of Junko. In that one fight, Thal learned more about Junko then he ever would in a conversation of words. Fighting was a language, one it seemed Junko spoke as well as Thal
Thal slipped on a long brown trench-coat over his cloths and walked out of the arena on to the station streets. The streets were just as crowded with beggars, thieves, and a whole manner of unscrupulous characters. Thal payed no attention to them, as they steered clear of him. He heard them say such things as "Isn't that the guy who killed the champ?" and, "That guy right there's going down in the books of the greatest fighters this stations ever seen." These compliments meant little to Thal, he was here to destroy the station. As he walked, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, and a smooth, silky voice whispered in his ear...
"Did you miss me big guy?"
Thal turned around to see the young Gallente girl from before. The one who checked him in, and the one he saved from the thugs.
"Umm...Hello"
She grabbed him and with surprising strength pushed him into a nearby alleyway. She grabbed Thal's head and pulled it towards hers, kissing Thal again on the lips. Thal wanted to push her away, to say no, to never kiss her again. But over his nearly century of life, this girl was the first to kiss him. She pulled her head away from his, her arms still wrapped around him.
"Because I missed you." She said with a wink
"You never told me your name" was Thal's response, he was shivering
The girl giggled at him
"I'm Clara, Clara Shima"
Thal smiled nervously
"A pleasure to meet you Miss. Shi..."
She put her finger over his mouth and kissed him again on the nose.
"Call me Clara big guy."
"I was umm...just off to get some breakfast. Would you join me?"
Clara giggled again "I already ate, I just came to remind you after your fights today, I'll be waiting at my apartment for you. Then we can have some fun"
She kissed Thal one more time and then frolicked back into the crowds. Thal walked out of the alley and made his way to the diner. When he arrived, he saw Vyzion sitting in front of a sleeping Junko. Thal chuckled and slipped into the seat next to Junko.
"Hello Doctor." He said to Vyzion
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.11.08 22:05:00 -
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Thal chuckled to himself on the inside as he wiped some of the sticky breakfast refuse from his face. He wasn't in a state where such a thing could bring him any anger. He looked down at the small stack of pancakes in front of him and slowly started to eat. He wasn't very hungry, but he needed the energy for the day's fights.
He was excited, he lived for such fights. The call of the warrior was strong in him, and he was ready to test himself against everything the station's pits could through at him. He thought back to his training under his martial arts teacher, Master Kuul. All Thal knew of combat he learned from Kuul. Everything from large fleet tactics, to how to punch and kick correctly. The man had been like a father to Thal, but like everything in his life, Kuul died in fire and agony.
Thal turned his attention to his brother in arms Templar Ouryon. He looked more rugged, and beaten then his normal, noble appearance. The station must have been hard on him. Thal was old enough to handle the stations dark, disgusting, and villainous atmosphere. He did not know if Ouryon had the same capability.
He then looked at his employer, Galm Fae. Out of all the individuals in the cluster, Thal wanted to fight Galm the most. As a fighter, Thal knew Galm's reputation as a gladiator. Thal was looking forward to their fight, whenever it occurred.
Thal turned around and smiled at Junko as she ate. Thal truly delighted in her company, mostly because of their traning earlier. She had skill, skill that if tempered, could make her as good as himself.
"Are you ready for the pits Junko?"
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
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Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.11.22 17:58:00 -
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Thal placed his payment down on the table and got up from the booth. He nodded to the waitress and exited the dinner. The crowds were starting to move towards the arena, signaling the day's events were about to begin. Thal didn't have time to wade through the sea of people, so he walked behind the diner and looked up the very large building next to it. He leaped up and grabbed a hold of a very low hanging mantinince ladder and started to climb. As he climbed, his thoughts turned to Junko. She had such great potential as a fighter, an inherent spirit and strength he hadn't felt since he himself was learning the martial arts. He wanted to know more about her, and for him, that meant fighting her again.
Thal also thought about Galm Fae, the man leading the operation. Thal was determined to fight him, an immortal almost equal to himself in combat prowess. The two WOULD meet in battle oneday. If not on the station then somewhere else, but in Thal's mind the two were destined to fight.
Thal reached the top of the building, and saw the arena not to far away. He began jumping across the short gaps In between the structures. After a few minutes, he reached the arena and made the climb down. As he turned, he fell back in surprise at what he saw. Clara was standing there wide eyed and smiling at him.
"Hey there cutie" she said mischievously
"How do you keep finding me? Why are you here?" Thal asked her a little red in the face.
"Well, I know this station like the back of my hand, and it's not often I see a man jumping across the rooftops. As to why I'm here, well I came to watch my man fight"
Thal looked at her in astonishment. Who was she? What did she see in him? He was faltered someone cared for him so much, but he did not return her feelings.
She giggled "That's you silly" She walked up to Thal and wrapped her arms around him, and once again kissed him, this one more passionate then ever. She winked at him. "Good luck out there" She turned around and ran into the crowds. Thal stood there for a moment in confusion, but quickly shrugged it off and walked into the crowds, searching for Junko.
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Thal Vadam
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Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.02.02 17:18:00 -
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Thal stood atop one of the VIP boxes atop the arena, watching the fights below. He had decided to climb up there so he could separate himself from the grime and vulgarity of the massive crowd of people.
His robes blew in the simulated wind as he watched Galm leave the arena. Thal could only think of one word to describe Galm's fight...
"Disgusting" he said aloud
Galm fought like an animal, a feral beast...and Thal thought it tasteless. He had no idea how to react to it. To Thal, there was a difference between fighting and killing. It seemed like Galm saw no such distinction.
The crowd was worse, cheering like Galm was a hero. These men and woman were vile, the worst humanity had to offer. They pleasured themselves on death and blood, they cheer to an animal like he is some kind of Demi-God. He found it comical really, there was no honor among these people.
From atop his perch above the arena, he spied Junko as she deployed some kind of drone. It looked at him a moment and he waved. He turned back down to the Arena and chuckled at what he saw. Young Master Kador had stepped into the arena, dressed in an outfit relatively similar to that of the crowd. His opponent looked no less distinguished, just another brute. He was scheduled to fight after Kador, and while he looked forward to it...he was curious how the tank pilot would handle himself.
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
60
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Posted - 2015.02.04 04:39:00 -
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Thal watched Kador's fight with the look of a teacher examining a student during a test. Thal didn't expect Kador to impress him, nor did he think Kador really cared what his opinion was...but Thal was disappointed. Kador had always presented himself very well outside this environment, acting with near perfect form and function. However, something about this place was changing the man. Kador had beaten his foe without mercy, in an effort to make his death painful. There was no style, no purpose.
Thal's robes continued to blow in the wind, his from appearing a dark shadow to those who could see him. He reached into his robes and felt the chain around his neck and the gold ring on the chain's end. He heard a footstep behind him.
"Please go, I don't want to keep seeing you"
The voice of Clara responded "Why?"
"Because you are temptation, and I will resist"
"Thal...I love you..."
"No, you don't. You want sex, you want a good time, you want to satisfy yourself, and frankly it's disgusting"
She didn't say anything, she just stood there looking at him
"There is someone for you out there, but it isn't me. My heart belongs to another, and I am bound to that."
Thal heard a click and turned. Clara looked angry, was crying, and she had a flaylock pistol
"W-who is she?"
"Clara, put it down"
She just stood there with the gun. Thal moved slowly towards her, and then she blinked. Thal slapped the gun out of her hand and grabbed her by the neck
"Stop chasing me, you need to go live your own life"
And with that, Thal knocked her out. He decided to leave her up there, she would be safe and could find her way. Thal felt the ring one more time before making his climb down.
It was his turn to enter the battle, and he was ready. He walked down the arena halls toward the entrance to the pit itself, still dressed in his robes. A young Caldari man walked beside him
"Hey mate, what's your pit name"
Thal thought a moment
"...Archangel"
The Caldari man took down the name and walked off. Thal was going to get through this and come out Amarr, it was time he let the world know that.
He took a seat and readied himself for the call.
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
62
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Posted - 2015.02.04 20:42:00 -
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Hunter Junko wrote:Every second was a second in a surprising feeling of awe as hya'salia's micro-drone recorded the fight, up until the moment adamance brought the man down in a vicious neck-drop. the snapping of the bones reverted all throughout the arena.
Hya'salia was fortunate to turn away as Raiju died, recalling her drone and putting her wristcomp to sleep. she now knew the kind of man adamance was.
he was a warrior. so is thal, so was galm.
and then her wristcomp beeped. she down at it, and saw the upcoming notice for the next round of fights
Thal was thankfully, not her opponent. knowing this she breathed out a small sigh of relief, and then decided to visit the pit entrances, so she walked down the stairs towards the upper preparation rooms. there , waiting for his next fight, was Thal. he had been sitting there with somewhat of a hard look to him, though having just seen someone die in front of them was no small matter. she mused that something else had been amiss and decided not to press the issue.
'maybe he's nervous?' she thought to herself, that was when she decided then and there to do a crazy thing and gave the man a quick slap to the shoulders in a friendly manner
"so, the next round of fights now huh?" she said in her usual attitude; nonchalant and mischevious. she took a seat in the benches across from thal, and adjusted her ponytail a bit before looking at the Amarrian.
Thal was sitting quietly before the Arena, awaiting his call to battle when he felt a slap on his shoulder. It was Junko, giving him a smile and a pat on the shoulder. She sat down in front of him
"Yeah, real exciting. I hear I'll be fighting a tag team, so that will be interesting" he said in response.
He rose to his feet and sighed. Junko was the only one of their party he called a friend, and he supposed he truly valued her.
"How are you holding up my dear?"
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
86
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Posted - 2015.03.24 02:59:00 -
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Thal heard the crowd yelling in frustration and turned back to Junko. She looked beautiful, Thal couldn't help but stare a moment before shaking his head
"I...I think it is time for my battle. We will talk later Junko."
He stood and walked towards the gate, the chanting growing louder and louder. The doors opened and Thal stepped out into the ring. The crowds were in there usual frenzy, but Thal's eyes remained locked on the other gate as the announcer began
"LADIES, GENTLEMAN., AND THOSE OF UNSPECIFIED GENDER! WE HAVE ONE MORE BIG FIGHT FOR YOU TONIGHT! YOUR FAVORITE AMARR HAS RETURNED FOR HIS FINAL BATTLE! BUT WHO DO YOU ASK MUST THE HONORABLE ARCHANGEL FACE? THE ARMINA SISTERS!!!"
Thal saw the other gate open, and two young Gallente women slowly stepped out. One was relatively thin and short with black hair, the other was a monster of a woman sporting huge muscles and the same black hair as the smaller girl. Thal crouched into his combat stance. This fight would be tricky.
"BEGIN!" Shouted the announcer, and Thal rushed his foes
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
88
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Posted - 2015.03.26 16:07:00 -
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Thal leaped over the charging pair of women. Hoping to land behind them. To his great shock however, the smaller sister leaped into the air and kicked him in the stomach. As he fell back, the larger sister grabbed his leg and threw him back against a wall. The was a loud crack as the wall behind Thal craked a little. Thal stood up, dazed, and recovered quick enough to see the large sister charging him. He jumped to the side and she rammed into the wall. He threw a few punches at the large sister, but the smaller one leaped on his back and started scratching. Thal jumped back and rammed the small one against a wall. He looked down at them as they slowly got back up. Then, there was a glint, a reflection of light.
"WHAT IS THIS!?! SHE HAS A BLADE!?!"
The smaller sister rushed Thal with a small blade. She slashed at him and Thal bobbed and weaved out of the path of the blade. The larger sister threw another punch at Thal from behind. Thal grabbed the younger sisters blade arm and held it out and the larger sister's neck landed on the blade. Thal grabbed the younger sister's head and twisted. With a loud snap, she fell.
The crowd erupted into cheers and announcer babble, but Thal just walked back to the gate. He pulled out a communicator, and called the entire team.
"Thal here, were am I wanted?"
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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