Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140731164601/@comment-15792134-20140731221540

Urdin walked into the back of the alley where a group of men were ready to fight. Urdin spotted a man in a red shirt with ripped off sleeves. He sported a short mohawk and an ugly scar under his eye.

"You Jed?" Urdin asked.

"No, I'm the ringleader, but yeah off the street I'm Jed. Hmmm... fuck I think I know you. No, I know of you. You're the fellow the new guy invited. Eh, anyway. Come here. Let's get you sorted." Jed led Urdin by the shoulder over to a makeshift desk.

"Now to sign up; we'll prick your finger, take a print then throw in to beat the snot out of someone. You win. You get your sigil. You lose. Well... We'll give you a right proper funeral for a rat like you." Urdin didn't flintch when they put a knife to his finger and pressed it to a piece of metal. Every ring had their intitiation to make sure they knew who was in. Before he could say anything Urdin was spun around and someone was pulling his hood off.

"Now take the armor off and get in there." Jed said seeting the cloak on the desk. Urdin complied quickly and soon he was disarmoured and wearing his undershirt and pants. He was quickly shoved into the makeshift ring where someone slightly shorter and less muscled than himself. Urdin turned around to look at Jed who gave a nod. Urdin's opponent charged wildly. Urdin dropped at the last minute and swept his legs, causing him to fall forward into a crowd of people who threw him back. The man back peddled trying to regain his balance and Urdin punched him in the back of the head making him slam into the ground hard. Urdin picked the man up on his feet to punch him in the face, but the man recovered quickly and kneeded Urdin before backing up. The two fighters faced off in a stare down before going back at it...