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BR-Bahera by Ed Duke-Cox Night recedes beyond the horizon and the first rays of sunlight stream through the windows. Even as the cool morning air passes over the Persian architecture, another battle in the Tournament begins. |
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CTF-Bahera by Ed Duke-Cox Lace banners flutter effortlessly in the light breeze, palm trees sway, and the magical Sands of Time swirl amidst your feet. You fear there won't be enough time for you to contemplate these details and the surrounding Persian architecture, but not as much as you fear losing the match. |
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CTF-Botanic by Dave Kostiuk This remote botanical research facility was found to be the perfect setting for small CTF matches. But don't let the exotic plant life fool you, this arena is as brutal as any other... |
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CTF-Pistola by Sidney 'Clawfist' Rauchberger Where The F*** Is That Stupid Pistola!? |
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DM-Buliwyf by Nathillien Thilsa Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother, my sisters and my brothers. Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place in Asgard at the halls of Valhalla, Where spirits of the Tru' may live forever. Lo, here do I see my son. Lo, here do I see my daughter, their daughters and sons. Lo, here do I see the line of my people forward to the mists of tomorrow. Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place in Midgard at the hearth of our folk. Where the memories and spirits of the family will live forever. |
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DM-Drakonis by VorLoN Drakonis, the ancient fortress of Aradnor, is where the final battle for the future of mankind took place. Many warriors were sent into battle, but only a handful survived this inferno known as: Drakonis Mortis |
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DM-Kerosene by Paul 'TAZ' Mader A small arena in an isolated part of a refuel and repair station. Huge engines pumping up the kerosene from tanks deep under the building complex. |
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DM-KillbillyBarn by Teddie 'teddabod' Tapawan Dear MaryLou, I'm sorry you had to move out to the city to find work. There wasn't much left fer anyone to do 'round here. Miss havin' ya 'round. As ya know, the farm's on its last walkin' legs. It hasn't shed a drop 'round these parts in months. My cornfield's all dried up, burnt to a crisp. The only bit of water left is in the lil' waterin' hole out back and even that's dryin' up. The corn silo's half empty... I'll need to sell the farm if some miracle doesn't happen right soon. MaryLou, I know you don't condone drinkin', but the only thing that's keeping me sane is my 'shine still tucked out in the shed up on the hill. And even then, I ain't sure 'cause... ... I swear, damn scarecrow out in the field keeps laffin' at me and some flyin' saucer thing blew up my last cow with a purple laser-beam. I gotta go. There's some rough talkin' slackjaws walkin' up the path with guns and they don't look right friendly neither. Must prepare my 12 and my keeper. Love, BillyBob |
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DM-Koma by Warbeast You'd be a fool to get in the way of a 10,000 ton drilling machine bent on the destruction of an entire race. Here's your assault rifle. |
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DM-KroujKran by Desperado#2 & Hourences Krouj Kran is an outpost found in northern lands of Na Pali that was never destroyed. A GEO representative group took it over to research the Skaarj technology and to investigate any information left regarding were the Skaarj home world be located. Alas the Information was not found, but many other secrets came while uncovering the technology used by the Skaarj. Now a useless relic of the past the Liandri has taken this outpost and polished it up for the use of the grand death match tournaments. |
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DM-Meitak by Nick 'neoduck' Donaldson As the cheers of the crowd echo in the stadium outside, you prepare yourself for the battle ahead. You hear a voice, distant but clear, ring though the arena. You look around, intent on finding the source. It cries out again... 'OMG LOL' ... it's only Jay. |
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DM-Niflheim by Nathillien Thilsa A frozen realm of intense cold, mist and death. Win here and your soul might rest in Valhala after all. |
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DM-Tempest by Dave Kostiuk, Rogelio Olguin, Ed Duke-Cox, Rachel Cordone Liandri's newest arena has something undeniably familiar about it... |
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DM-TensileSteel by Lruce Bee For 80 years, this Power Station has been a landmark known to Londoners, commuters and visitors from all over the world. As the time of its closure as a generating station grows nearer, there has been a campaign to save the station as part of London's heritage. An unknown benefactor has secretly bought the 'flaming altar of modern power' and surrounding land to host the hottest show in town. |
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DM-Torkenstein by Emanuel 'Krolizard' Da Roit The last descendant of Lord Torkenstein is dead... the great german family has disappeared and jackals are eating their meal, but the Torkenstein spirit watch over from above. |
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DM-Tydal by Rich Black A remnant from when man rushed to conquer the deep sea, the Tydal facility has lain dormant for decades, a decaying reminder of ages gone by. |
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DOM-Gerroid by Anthony 'Radeon' Vogt After the terraforming of Ceres, a once uninhabitable world, a series of power plants were setup. These reportedly extremely hazardous facilities caught the eye of LMC, who quickly jumped on the chance to turn one of them into their next Double Domination area for the tournaments. |
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ONS-Brassed by Emanuel 'Krolizard' Da Roit Too hot, too dusty, too brassed |
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ONS-Pasargadae by Ed Duke-Cox Pasargadae, once the shining Capital of a mighty Persian Empire, this vast city has been reduced over thousands of years to a crumbling wasteland. The abandoned sewage system gives quick access across the Capital, but more often than not, the victors are those that make best use of the winding, eroded streets of the city. |
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ONS-Yorda by Warbeast Black and white, good and evil, how I wish it would be that simple... |
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Angel Item Physics Mutator by Rachel Cordone Items react to weapon fire. OMG item hogger! |
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Target Practice Physics Mutator by Rachel Cordone Targeting drone for practicing aiming at various projectiles. Keeps a record of your highest sequential hits and displays your accuracy. |
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Bale by Loric Lorean Born on a remote planet where the ice rings never melt, Bale has grown in an orphanage after his father was killed in an Skaarj raid. Bale entered the Tournament in hope he would make up for his father's death. |
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Enki by Loric Lorean From the decayed world of Korusa, Enki left his art studies to enter a more profitable career. He is as sleek with an oil brush as he is with a Shock Rifle. |
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Neil by Loric Lorean Former novel writer Neil had plenty of occasions to verify that the pen is definitely mightier than the sword. Those two being easily beaten by his trusty Rocket Launcher. |
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Tyler by Loric Lorean Tyler is a son of Idrys 3. The endless winters of his homeland gave him his icy cold attitude. Fight after fight, he is on his way to have his name in the Tournament hall of fame. |
