ooc: Hey I remember haering about this! This was like one of the biggest most famous BA threads ever! I'm certainly joining now, and once I get my new character approved he'll also come in!

ic: Lightning continously tore through the sky. Each and every second another bolt satright clear through the black blanket of darkness, then illuminating the land for a split second like one monstrous lantern. Thunder also was around. Claps of itw ere ringing over the dome, making the earth shake as they created a sound as loud as the eruption of a lethal volcano. Millions and millions and millions of raindrops poured down from the clouds to the groudn hundeds of feet below. So tiny, so weak, but all coming together were a force like no other. It showered the land like a waterfall, quickly creating puddles with would turn into small pounds and flooding the creeks and rivers right over.

No one would dare go outside on a night liek thsi. The weather was as dangerous and atrocious as a dragon that had a treasure hunter accidentally slip into his cavern. Going outside for about thirty seconds would make you soaked with rain water, and as cold as if you were to stand outside in a freezing blizzard naked. winds were blowing, mighty enough to push over trees and snap off their branchs. The chill just about became unbearable from that now, it would cut through you like a scimitar.

Vaarshola loved thsi weather, there was nothing better than a storm as cold, roncorous and unforgiving as his heart-if he even had one. He slowly strode over to the graet dome-liek structure, rapidly being drenched from the rain. His normal white hair had been taken over by the light blue tone because of the wetness, and his crimson sashes seemed almost like black. Still, his deep blue eyes remained open as water and wind pounded against them-not evemn once did the Herlassian blink.

Soon the iniquitous warrior came closer to the dome. He could slightly see a few figures standing inside of it, as if they were waiting for something. Vaarshola didn't need to think what they wnated-for he knew. They were waiting for more warriors to come to this structure built to hold melees anf battles of all sorts-so a brawl could ensure among them. The mystiucal killer entered a hallway of the dome, ad walked through it as he remained un-harmed by the storm's viciousness. Soon he stook his first step into the arena, and was blasted by the rain and wind once again. He quickly glanced around at the other fighters there, and grinned wickedly.