The First Gladiator Duel

mulgara · 2018-05-19 03:09:07

Hope Fester had a dream. A dream that two warriors would step into an arena, as equals, and
fight to the death with honor. Her village was large and bustling and as a child, she would run
through the empty berry bushes envisioning a brighter future for her people. Not one where she
would just contribute another dozen pies, but one where fighters would leave a legacy in the
memories of all that witnessed their brave feats. One where people felt joy and excitement
beyond the daily grind of the carrot farm.

As Hope grew older, she had her first born, a boy she named Fighter -- a mix up resulted in him
being renamed Fields.

As he came into the world, she took him in her arms and whispered, "Let's make a gladiator
ring. Death match!"

Fields looked at her, and in that moment, she knew that it was her blood coursing through his
veins, for he wanted nothing more than to make that a reality.

"Y"

Hope raised many more sons, even some almost as eager as Fields. Some of them helped
her construct the gladiator ring, but it was Fields that stood by her from his birth. He brought
her pies as she built exits into the ring, all the while voicing his excitement.

And so it was decided that once the ring was built, weapons would be brought over, and then
fighters and spectators would be recruited. Fields and Hope mused at the thought of bringing
a bear into the ring eventually.

There would be some ground rules, of course. Only volunteers, and no children or fertile women,
unless they truly were ready for death.

Alas, the people of their town were of the most cowardly variety. No one would volunteer.
Perhaps they were so entrenched in a routine of pie and sheep, they could no longer see a
different life. It was then that Hope became old, and she knew that she would have to be the
first gladiator.

"Who will take me on?"

Fields, still the ever loyal son, followed her as she beckoned the crowds.

Finally, from among the spineless masses, came a challenger. Her name was Jiles Fester, a
young woman who had grown disillusioned of life in the town. Her weapon of choice, a knife,
still slick with blood from the morning's mutton carving.

Hope quickly fashioned an arrow using the stick that had marked home for her all her life. She
then grabbed a bow, ready to embrace glory, whether it be in life or in death.

Fields cheered from outside the ring. It was difficult to tell now, whether this gladiator battle was
Hope's dream, or if it was his. A son that would make any mother proud. Nervous, but excited
nonetheless, Fields began the countdown.

From two opposite corners of the ring, the fighters took their places. At the final count, they
began circling each other feverishly. Jiles with some quick early stabs that barely missed the
older, but still agile, Hope. As everyone watched on, Hope aimed her bow, and released an
arrow, but it was too slow.

She had to pick up her arrow, but it would mean death if she stood still for a moment too long.
Hope lunged for the arrow, rolling out of the way of another close slice. She drew her bow again,
but this time fumbled and dropped both the bow and arrow.

Hope was doomed. Unarmed, in a pen with Jiles, skillfully wielding her blade. The two women
wove in and out, and when she saw an opening, Hope snatched her weapon back off the ground.
Perhaps her mother truly did have foresight in naming her.

As the two fighters neared their breaking point, Hope caught Jiles in a corner, and unleashed her
arrow. A hit. Jiles let out a scream as she began bleeding out.

And so it was over. Jiles laid down, a brave and glorious fighter. One whose name will be
remember through all of history. Hope knelt down and paid respect to the worthy opponent.

"My dream came true."

She stepped out of the ring, and the world seemed just a little brighter. But it was then that she
finally saw that Fields had starved to death, perhaps never even having witnessed the culmination
of the fight. Her heart broke.

A distant relative, Ichiro, offered Hope a horse parade. She accepted, and the two of them rode
proudly through town. It was a glorious battle, but a bittersweet one. Fields had been her heart
and soul, a mirror of her most lofty dreams. She had wished so desperately that he too would have
had the chance to take up her bow.

Hope spent the rest of her old age reminiscing with Ichiro, and telling her tale to any child that
would listen, hoping they would continue the tradition of the Death Match.

_______________________________________________________________________________

Thanks to everyone who participated, this was so much fun. I was getting so bored of all the big
cities and wanted to try something new. Fields, I did not deserve such a wonderful son, and I hope
I brought you some joy as well. My other sons, as well, especially the one who answered "ofc" when I
asked if you wanted to do a gladiator fight.

Jiles, awesome job, thanks for fighting with me. You gave me some good scares when I dropped the
bow not once, but twice.

Ichiro, thanks for the victory lap around town. Horse rides are great.

Hope: http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … e&id=74406
Fields: http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … l_id=74406
Jiles: http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … e&id=74357
Ichiro: http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … e&id=74469

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Pronghorn · 2018-05-19 03:33:06

Hmmm.... gladiators huh
Haven't heard of people playing that way until now.

I'm Sixto from the 2nd generation. There were at least 5 murders during my time.
My last words show how I felt about the town.

http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … e&id=73715

startafight · 2018-05-19 03:48:24

i was one of the festers in the 9th generation. i saw ur last words n was curious as to what happened! glad to know the honorable killings are genetic. i was killed by one of jiles's descendants (assisted suicide)

mulgara · 2018-05-19 05:15:34

startafight wrote:

i was one of the festers in the 9th generation. i saw ur last words n was curious as to what happened! glad to know the honorable killings are genetic. i was killed by one of jiles's descendants (assisted suicide)

Yes, the Spartan blood runs in you.

For future duels, I'm going implement the following, given I'm in a big enough town:

1. Basket of food outside the ring, so fighters can eat right before, and spectators don't have to run off to eat.
2. Crown for the champion.
3. Bigger ring for 2 v 2, possibly.
4. Eventually a match with a bear in the ring.

SpreadDaWord · 2018-05-19 05:43:58

the Festers will most likely die off soon. The stupid sheep ate our soil and carrots, agh.

pein · 2018-05-19 06:10:42

haha, wanted to do it, just not enough materials, also people are pussy or unskilled, they never want a duel
they just shit talk so i stab them or they attack without seeing them, then run off and in 20 years kill me when i got 5 years to die
but they steal firewood, chisel and file, cause obviously they cannot make some

always bring pop corn when watch stuff

Baker · 2018-05-19 07:19:18

Welp the festers just died out, I was the last one I think. All our fertile women grew old or starved somehow until it was just men. In the end, my brother suggested we have a "war". My brother shoots me my cousin and I stabbed my brother, He told me it wasn't fair. I felt a bit bad but hey, War isn't fair.
Then my other brother ran away like a coward, didn't even try to fight me. I chased him for a bit but I couldn't get him, I gave up. I checked the family tree and saw that he stepped on a snake.

It wasn' anything personal, Our line had died out anyway. I got bored of being alone and suicided.

http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … e&id=76057

whiteroses · 2018-05-19 07:57:11

Baker wrote:

In the end, my brother suggested we have a "war". My brother shoots me my cousin and I stabbed my brother, He told me it wasn't fair. I felt a bit bad but hey, War isn't fair.

You were my dishonourable brother?! Killing a man when he's incapable of defending himself... tsk. I'm surprised I even stumbled across this.

Iwatasalad · 2018-05-19 08:44:32

Was it just me or did any else tear up a little....
wonderful story, lots of wasted time but good story.

Dacen · 2018-05-19 10:05:52

Gladiators duels could be very interesting for the survival of populations in general and not only for roleplay attemps. When there is a conflict because some folk stole the wool of someone else, the two guys could fight in the arena instead of make a vendetta on 3 generations. And also if some griefers like battles and think themselves in a pvp game (i encoutnered a few like that), they could satisfy their blood lust in these organized battles.

In some way it could be a mediation and regulation tool.

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Baker · 2018-05-19 10:45:02

Imagine locking up all the unwanted babies and raising them to fight each other for there own freedom, and our entertainment of course.

TrustyWay · 2018-05-19 15:57:24

Finally, everytime I asked somebody for a duel they said no.

Aname · 2018-05-19 17:04:16

i asked some people to duel when i was almost dead. i fought 2 people and i won from both of them then i killed a little kid bcuz overpopulation. then i killed my noob aunt who was 58 anyways so it didnt matter. i didnt kill anyone else bcuz the lineage had to life.

i was jesus.

i couldve killed everyone and end the lineage but i didnt.

http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … e&id=78055

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Aurora Aurora · 2018-05-19 19:30:46

I LOVE IT LETS MAKE IT A THING

mulgara · 2018-05-19 19:52:55

Dacen wrote:

Gladiators duels could be very interesting for the survival of populations in general and not only for roleplay attemps. When there is a conflict because some folk stole the wool of someone else, the two guys could fight in the arena instead of make a vendetta on 3 generations. And also if some griefers like battles and think themselves in a pvp game (i encoutnered a few like that), they could satisfy their blood lust in these organized battles.
In some way it could be a mediation and regulation tool.

I think it's an absolutely crucial next step in developing some sort of culture. Each civilization needs its own sets of traditions. For some it's a monarchy passed down through the matriarchal line, but certainly this type of death match should be developed and encouraged as one type of tradition.

It helps break down the monotony, and gives people a way to blow off some steam, but it also helps develop a kind of history that's passed down through the lineage. For example, you can tell your children all about your great uncle Willie, who took on five other warriors and never lost, and then pass on to them the very knife he used in those fights. This type of activity create a bigger idea of what your village is and how you identify yourself in that life. Your great uncle was a proud warrior, and you strive to honor him when you become of age. In turn, your triumphs are sung by the children that watched you compete, and a tribe of fighters are born.

Now expand that to the future, when villages are more developed and there's interaction between large towns. Your town has its own unique culture, and prides itself on its prowess in battle. No man or woman fears death in your village, because death is glory. And so you raid the next town, because they're little wienies who don't know how to fight. Boom, a war. Not because you want to steal their carrots, but because this is the culture your town has developed.

Having unique traditions (beyond just death matches) encourages people to bond more closely with their town and their family, and it makes each life its own story. Encourage traditions, teach it to your children.

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breezeknight · 2018-05-20 09:04:14

yeah, i'm waiting too for culture & traditions discerning towns & family lineages from each other

though i'll probably never will be a gladiator nor will i be enjoying to watch a gladiator match, at least not until other, for me way more pressing features are not included, like painting, music, science, invention, weaving, design, sailing, trade ... those are the traditions i am waiting for, fighting is so present everywhere regarding games, i am so tired of them, but i'm glad you enjoyed a different kind of a game with this scenario

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pein · 2018-05-20 13:31:31

just if you use the shovel ticks, make your own shovel or dig a stupid 3x3 when you dig half of the map for your own amusement, cause never gonna be a city there without pen, and is selfish and useless what you do when you are a burden to those who work hard to keep a lineage alive

Aurora Aurora · 2018-05-20 13:40:28

I made a glandiator ring in a fairly big town. I fought my granddaughter and she won. I hope the carries the tradition on

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