Post by starlingshour on Oct 24, 2009 18:09:40 GMT -5
Eleven Post Format
1. Owner of fight-starter posts terms.
2. Person attacked against posts entry
3. Fight-starter posts entry
4. Person attacked makes first move.
5. Fight-starter responds and attacks back.
6. Person attacked responds and attacks back.
7. Fight-starter posts response and attacks back.
8. Person attacked makes first move.
9. Fight-starter responds and attacks back.
10. Person attacked responds.
11. Nobody may post until a mod responds with judgment.
Terms and Conditions:
If Oberon Wins: The loser will reside within his lands and be lowered to the position of slave.
If His Opponent Wins: Oberon will reside within the terra and lowered to the position of slave. His mare may leave or go since she is a free-roamer.
A shrouded land for a nefarious stallion; it is perfect. Fog engulfed him as he forced his way through the mud. Huge hooves ripped from the ground as if it were weak super glue that stuck him to the ground. The pulling was taxing his muscles though and it may cost him the fight. Being a bull headed brute Oberon didn’t seem to care and would try to fulfill his plans anyway.
Rain beat against his hide in what seemed like an effort to make him turn away and abandon his mission, but no such luck would come upon the alpha of this land. It wasn’t the best of places to raise foals or to live but it would make him and his offspring strong. Only those with the will power to survive would; that would be what made this place feared. Those that lived here would be fighters, strong fighters for the taxation their muscles received on a daily basis from this retched mud.
Coming upon a nice clearing in the woods Oberon could not thing of a better place to fight. Raising his massive head he bellowed into the sky.
“I, Oberon wish to challenge for this land. Come now to fight or forever hold your peace!”
His low voice rang across the land and echoed back to him. The one and only mare that he possessed had followed him through the mud to watch him fight and he turned to her now. Oberon knew he must check on her to make sure that the foal she carried inside of her would not miscarriage from the strenuous walk she had just accomplished. He wished he knew her name for at the moment the only thing he could call her was mare and it just didn’t look good.
“Mare, how are you doing.”
Oberon hated the pansy question that he was forced to ask for the well being of his colt that resided within her barrel. God help the mare if the foal was not a colt for she would never leave his grasp until he had a suitable heir to the great threat that would be built within this land. He needed only one colt to pass his legend on and he would not stop until he received one. What power his name would hold to the future generations of this terra he could only guess. Hopefully the wait for that time would end soon.
2. Person attacked against posts entry
3. Fight-starter posts entry
4. Person attacked makes first move.
5. Fight-starter responds and attacks back.
6. Person attacked responds and attacks back.
7. Fight-starter posts response and attacks back.
8. Person attacked makes first move.
9. Fight-starter responds and attacks back.
10. Person attacked responds.
11. Nobody may post until a mod responds with judgment.
Terms and Conditions:
If Oberon Wins: The loser will reside within his lands and be lowered to the position of slave.
If His Opponent Wins: Oberon will reside within the terra and lowered to the position of slave. His mare may leave or go since she is a free-roamer.
A shrouded land for a nefarious stallion; it is perfect. Fog engulfed him as he forced his way through the mud. Huge hooves ripped from the ground as if it were weak super glue that stuck him to the ground. The pulling was taxing his muscles though and it may cost him the fight. Being a bull headed brute Oberon didn’t seem to care and would try to fulfill his plans anyway.
Rain beat against his hide in what seemed like an effort to make him turn away and abandon his mission, but no such luck would come upon the alpha of this land. It wasn’t the best of places to raise foals or to live but it would make him and his offspring strong. Only those with the will power to survive would; that would be what made this place feared. Those that lived here would be fighters, strong fighters for the taxation their muscles received on a daily basis from this retched mud.
Coming upon a nice clearing in the woods Oberon could not thing of a better place to fight. Raising his massive head he bellowed into the sky.
“I, Oberon wish to challenge for this land. Come now to fight or forever hold your peace!”
His low voice rang across the land and echoed back to him. The one and only mare that he possessed had followed him through the mud to watch him fight and he turned to her now. Oberon knew he must check on her to make sure that the foal she carried inside of her would not miscarriage from the strenuous walk she had just accomplished. He wished he knew her name for at the moment the only thing he could call her was mare and it just didn’t look good.
“Mare, how are you doing.”
Oberon hated the pansy question that he was forced to ask for the well being of his colt that resided within her barrel. God help the mare if the foal was not a colt for she would never leave his grasp until he had a suitable heir to the great threat that would be built within this land. He needed only one colt to pass his legend on and he would not stop until he received one. What power his name would hold to the future generations of this terra he could only guess. Hopefully the wait for that time would end soon.
