If this is where the match is being held message me. Need to make sure it is here.

yes. this is where it's ment to be.

(((since nobody has set the scene I will set it; I might not be able to get on the internet at times, please bear with me and feel free to ignore me if you two wish to continue the battle while I’m away. It will be good for me to have to stretch my creativity to come up with a reasonable explanation)))

Zathael walked slowly over the dunes as the sea lapped against the nearby beach. Her hood was pulled tight to cover her face as the mid-day sun slowly plodded along it’s relentless course. She came to stop in a flat part which had probably been a small lake at some point in the past. She stood in the shade of the nearby tees which marked the beginning of a tropical forest. Looking over the land she noticed a large lagoon to the south and a passing shoal of dolphins as they playfully jumped in the waves. The sea was so clear you could even the reefs further out, darker spots in the crystal water.

A sailor who was known for his good weather sense had told her there would be a storm in an hour, Zathael snorted at this, glancing at the cloudless sky and just as quickly shading her eyes. The sunlight reflected off the sugar white sand, making it hard for her to see. A few clouds would be welcome.

Zathael dropped her pack and checked to make sure everything was in place. Her hand moving from the blood sword on the right of her belt to the two Katars sheathed on her left. Both Sword and Katars where easily accessible and could be drawn ant any time. It would be an interesting fight and Zathael was looking forward to winning, killing the two fighters would be fun too. Finally she took one of the bottles out of her pack and sipped it slowly as she waited for the others. Smiling in anticipation as she thought, beware and cherish the privilege of life because to day you shall lose that privilege.

Ryath sat in the shade of the trees, his hood pulled over his face. The calmness of the island, the gentle lapping of the sea and the warm of the mid-day sun had lulled him to near sleep. He smiled but stopped when he remembered why he was there: the fight. Yes, the fight, he thought and opened his eyes to scan the lanscape. Suddenly he noticed some-one standing on the dunes near his patch of trees. Vampire... he scowled. His was one of his opponents. The key was surprize, kill before they even know they're being attacked. Ryath slowly pushed himself up with the tree he had been leaning on and turned towards the vampire. He moved his right hand to over his sword's hilt as he moved though the woods, always keeping his eyes on the woman. When he was as close as he could get without still being seen he stopped. The sunlight poured onto the open beach and stung his eyes. He rose his hand and pulled his hood further over his face to protect his all-seeing eyes before leapinng out of the forest, sword raised, ready to attack, to kill...

"Ok I am here get ready to fight. I will try to do the best I can to stay in as long as can for the fight." Shadow starts to focus his energy

Oh by the way no killing the oppenent. I want to know if yopu guys would agree on using hit points instead.

(((this is an IC RP, i would apriciate it if you would write anything that is OOC in brakets. oh and: for IC RP's there is a minimum of three sentances per post, it is against the rules to doubble post and it is also against the rules to kill another persons charecter without their consent.
we are being judged on our RPing skill, hit poins are not particularly relevant...)))

Zathael sipped slowly at her glass bottle, scanning the surrounding are as she waited for the others to arrive. She knew nothing about them and would only find out when she saw them for the first time. She checked her weapons again as her mind began to drift back to when she had first been leaning to use weapons;

It was the day after her novice hood began; all of them had stood in a line and listened. Her face had been held high as the priestess walked past them telling them of why they would learn, “you shall learn to use many weapons in your time as a novice, when you become a full priestess you shall choose a weapon to specialize in. If you kill on of the other novices at any point you will be rewarded as the circumstances dictate. The Master looks kindly on those who can kill well…. learn to use your weapons and defend yourself and you shall live, learn to use them well and with ease and you shall live in the lap of luxury.”

She had killed that day; she had smiled at her opponent with confidence shining in her face and had stabbed her with the sword before the priestess had even said start. Than night and every other night for a week, Zathael slept on a bed.
She killed her next novice the day they where to take away the privileges she had gained from the first killing. She snuck out of her bed at night and walked over to the courtyard of hard stone in which the novices normally slept. Zathael had chosen a particular girl this time; one that had been exceeding, one who was a threat. She had taken a knife and slit the girls’ throat, then sat at the side of the dead body till the others woke up so they would know who had done it. From then on she slept in a bed and ate as much as she liked at every meal.

Zathael smiled, lost in memory, she had been the youngest priestess ever only 16 when she passed the final right. And she had killed every single one of them.

Zathael jumped as a hooded figure leapt in front of her, sword raised. Her sword was soon in her hands as she cursed herself silently. She smiled slyly at the person in front of her and said in an amused but sensual voice
“Peace for now opponent, I have a proposal to make: let us ally ourselves against the person yet to come. When they are dealt with…” a smile of anticipation crossed Zathaels’ face.
“Then we can fight each other, think about it….”

(((DragonRider; please post a proper IC post saying that you have arrived)))

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(((Ryath if you would like to continue posting....IC just tell me that the other person who was supposed to come is not coming and make you move...)))

((OOC: Judges ruling. Dragonrider, Unfortuantly you are going to have to step out. The inability to post properly in this match has been ruled on. Due to these infractions, you are eliminated from play. In the event that a loser bracket or another tournament is started, you will be immedialty contacted.))

Ryath halted the second the vampire looked at him. Although cod-blooded rage was building up inside him, he could not attack. Her face, those beautiful red eyes… he remembered Amelia, poor Amelia. Ryath had wept for days over her lifeless body; he was powerless to stop her dying. Amelia, his one true love. Before the curse, before he was Ryath, before all he remembered had happened, but now he remembered her. Fair, young, beautiful and innocent; but no longer. Ryath stood helpless as her life was drawn from her body and the lifeless form thrown into his hands. Arturius. He did it; he killed her and broke Ryath’s heart and soul in two. The pain of having your soul ripped in two is one most don’t survive; but Ryath did, not the old Ryath, that person was gone. But now he remembered.

Ryath already remembered the first time he’s woken. No memories, naked, scared, soulless. He’s soon learnt that stealing the souls of the innocent himself seemed to quench his unquenchable thirst. But those soul son died inside him and new victims needed hunting. And all too often the hunter became the hunted, and several times he’d barely escaped with his life, if you can call it that. A soulless creature has no conscience, no guilt, it feels nothing for what it has done, and neither had Ryath. Though he still felt revenge, for what had been done, not for Amelia or any of the others, simply that wrong was done to him. Ryath found Arturius, seen that his soul was inside of him. He knew that if he took it, it would not die, as it was his. He smiled.

Indeed it did not die, but neither did the curse. And with it came a greater curse. Suddenly Ryath remembered all he had done and felt the tears of all those souls. Ryath lay on the ground, descending into madness. He didn’t move until his thirst once again grew too large and took hold. He was Ryath, before and after, yet neither; the price for his sins had been both his mind and soul, but not his body, he still felt pain, pain for every-one killed by his hands, and Amelia.

Ryath suddenly came back to the present and was aware of the vampire again. He scowled as she spoke to him, How dare she! she had mentioned the third in their tournament. He looked slightly to his right and smiles, ”Oh, he’s not coming… no, not coming.”