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Post by The Muses on Mar 31, 2017 15:21:23 GMT
Like the later coliseum, this miniature version is a rounded hall of... well, injury. Dummies line the walls, weapons are stored in a shed, and the 50 foot sand pit resides for mock fights.
Tournaments are held here, both between demigods and against captured monsters.
Talk to the weapon master to learn the weapon suited to you.
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 11, 2017 11:02:23 GMT
Prochorus entered the arena after Iason and whistled; he was impressed. It was quite large and looked like it would be a fantastic place to watch some fights. Around 30 odd demigods were already there, warming up and getting ready. They were dressed in leather armour with partials parts of that weird golden bronze, which Prochorus guessed must be Olympian, or celestial bronze.
"You have any ideas?" He asked Sophia, continuing their conversation. He called to Iason. "I know you already think you know who your father is," he said, inviting him to the conversation.
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Post by Iason, the Uniter on Apr 11, 2017 11:04:42 GMT
Iason appeared and looked around at the wide arena with an approving glance. He was a soldier, when it suited him, but no expert. Even so, this was an impressive setup. Iason moved to the side, where a storage cabinet held bows. He pulled one out, twisting it in his hands. The other demigods largely ignored him and continued to sharpen swords, spar or shoot arrows at targets.
Iason approved of the bow he had found and swing a quiver over his back, ready filled with arrows. He moved to the target range and smiled at the other demigods. It was an arrogant smile though, not a friendly one, and he quickly started nocking arrows and loosing them at the targets. They thumped into, and around the bullseye. Consistent, if not perfect. Still pretty damn good. The other demigods eyed him resentfully, except one, who had the practiced fingers and stance of a master archer.
'Hey, pretty boy! You want to come here and show us up?'
Iason nodded, with a smirk. 'I can't say I don't enjoy it.'
The demigod nodded. He had light blonde hair and his eyes had a hint of gold in them. 'I'm a son of Apollo. No one bests me in archer.'
Iason was intrigued. 'Really? What are your traits?' He thought he was quickly gathering the idea of 'demigod powers.'
The son of Apollo smirked in a very similar way. 'Not archery. I'm musically talented, but still much better than you with a bow. So come on unclaimed! This is pure practice and skill - no divine gifts here, beyond a general inheritence.'
Iason shrugged. 'Seems fair then. Let's go.'
They started loosing arrows at the targets, and the demigod was right. He was good! As skilled as Iason. By the time they ran out of arrows, it seemed like it had to be a draw.
The son of Apollo looked disappointed. 'You shoot well, but remember to play nice,' he warned. 'We don't tolerate arseholes round here,' he said bluntly. 'My name is Aros.'
He walked away and Iason considered his words. Ah, on any other day, Iason would have wiped the floor with him. This bow needed replaced obviously.
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Post by Iason, the Uniter on Apr 11, 2017 11:06:00 GMT
Iason turned to look at Prop and spun the bow in his hands. 'It's obvious,' he agreed. 'No one can best me with a bow on my best day,' he claimed, ignoring the recent draw with Aros.
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 11, 2017 11:12:19 GMT
Prochorus smirked. "So, Artemis then?" Knowing full well he was referring to Apollo. He had to admit it was obvious; his eyes were even turning golden in the sun. Prochorus didn't understand why they didn't just put the obvious kids in their real cabin. Maybe they needed more proof or something.
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Post by huntress on Apr 11, 2017 11:22:07 GMT
Sophia got a bow and shot at the targets perfectly without missing single one. She took a deep breath and remembered the wild free days in Thrace. Running free in the forests, hunting and using her bow were the only things keeping her happy. Now she remembered and felt alive again. After being closed in a temple she could finally feel free. This demigods thing really wasn't bad at all.
She turned to Prochorus. "No idea. I have nothing to resemble Demeter-I already said how bad I am with plants. And Aphrodite-well I am definitely not blessed with divine beauty and know nothing about love. So basically I have no idea who my mother could be."
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Post by The Muses on Apr 11, 2017 11:24:05 GMT
OOC: For reference here is how the demigods are split.
35 demigods in the whole camp, including our demigods.
Apollo - three (not including Iason at this point.)
Athena - three.
Ares - five.
Demeter - three.
Aphrodite - six.
Dionysus - three (a set of twins and one normal.)
Hephaestus - two.
Hermes - five.
Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Artemis, Hestia, Hera - no kids. A the moment.
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 11, 2017 11:27:27 GMT
(OOC am I included in the 5 Ares kids?)
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Post by huntress on Apr 11, 2017 11:31:19 GMT
(OOC I think he means none of us are included)
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 11, 2017 11:56:25 GMT
Prochours looked at her properly; he wouldn't agree with the Aphrodite thing, but uhm, forget that. He squared his jaw and turned away. "Nice shots though," he admitted. "That's really quite uncanny. You should try up against Iason."
(OOC: Yeah, we aren't included yet. Also get down to the training arena Olem.)
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 11, 2017 11:58:29 GMT
(OOC hahahaha okay cool, gimme a sec)
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 11, 2017 12:21:15 GMT
As Stelios was nearing the arena, he could hear the all too familiar sound of metal clashing on metal and the general noise created in a training camp. Seeing the magnificent building, Stelios took a deep breath before entering. This brought back memories.
Upon entering, the mercenary stopped as his eyes soaked in the view. It almost felt like he was returning home. The racks of weapons and armour, the huge shields resting against the walls, the targets and dummies used for practice. Yes. This was home indeed for the former soldier but a home he hadn't been back to in a long time and one he'd rather forget.
Stelios spotted the others. Sophia and the cryptic boy were practicing their archery. The weren't bad. The golden haired boy just seemed to be standing there, watching. They were all wearing the same tunic? Strange.
Stelios just shrugged as he walked over to the weapons rack to inspect the swords.
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Post by Iason, the Uniter on Apr 11, 2017 12:41:14 GMT
Iason brushed down his suspiciously same tunic, colour coordinated with Prop and Sophia and spun the bow in his hand.
'I'll give it a go,' he told Sophia. 'You might be a good shot, but you're nowhere near as good as me,' he told her. Iason clearly believed this with all his heart. He pulled out an arrow and flipped it in the air, catching it point first. 'You can have first shot,' he said, holding out the arrow to Sophia.
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 11, 2017 13:31:05 GMT
Prochorus turned away as Iason and Sophia moved onto their archery and looked for the mercenary. He guessed Erika was still talking to her satyr friend. He moved to the mercenary.
"You trying to avoid us?" he asked. "Any ideas who your parent is?"
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 11, 2017 13:46:04 GMT
"I just avoid people in general," Stelios grumbled as he picked up a sword. It seemed to be crafted from a strange kind of metal, one Stelios had never seen before.
(OOC what fish around his neck??? hahaha he popped all his items back in his sack)
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also when you stop questioning stuff, you end up with the Star Wars prequels! Think about that