PoA M4, Part One -- Ballistic Farhad walked silently back down the stone tunnel and into the stables. The Murkrow and the Litleo both ran up to him at the same time to congratulate the Floatzel in winning the race, but the sad look on his face killed all feelings of celebration. That, and the fact that he entered without his chariot or steed... "Farhad...why th' long face?" asked the Murkrow as he slowed his pace the closer he got to Farhad. "And where's..." The Floatzel sighed deeply and raised his head to look the two stableworkers in the eyes. "Baalhaan's dead," he answered. "He was stabbed during the semifinal lap and died shortly after the race was won." His gaze dropped to the floor again. "...I...I can't keep my promise to him anymore..." The Litleo placed a paw on the saddened Floatzel's shoulder, but he lightly shrugged it off and walked on, st
PoA M4, Part One -- Death Race Pt. 2 Gripping the reins as if they were the only thing that would keep him from falling to his death and keeping himself steady, Farhad balanced himself on the speeding wicker death trap that was his chariot as the dozen racers crossed over the starting line almost in the same formation that they had lined up in, but the group slowly began to stretch out as the nearly abreast line became a chaotic jumble of chariots and steeds. The sounds of hooves and heavy paws beating the earth below was nearly drowned out by the excitement of the crowd who roared and cheered (or jeered) the racers as they begun their first lap on the ovoid course. Dust and bits of earth flew everywhere as the steeds ran as fast as they could in the mad scramble. Farhad looked around and judged that he was most likely in the middle of the pack, probably seventh or eight place. Not bad for starters, I think, he thought as he steadied himself. &
PoA M4, Part One -- Death Race Pt. 1 After what seemed like an eternity of being "escorted" by the Centurion's, the party entered a tunnel which led downwards at a very slight angle. At the end of the tunnel was a large wooden double door with five other Centurions guarding it. The second-in-command spoke something to them in Latin, and they nodded before moving to open the heavy reinforced doors. As they were led through the doors by their escorts, Farhad looked around to observe the room that they were being taken to. The smell was the first thing that told him that they were in a huge stable. There were several stalls which held numerous quadrupedal Pokemon -- most of them hoofed -- and to the right was a long, wide stone tunnel which led upwards with a gentle slope to a blinding wall of light. He heard what sounded like a distant crowd of thousands -- if not millions -- of Pokemon. Was this the entrance to some sort of stadium?