OOC: Here's the IC thread for in character posts and where all the matches will be held from now on. This thread is for OOC (out of character) posts and to post your character descriptions.
Hi and welcome to my arena,
My idea is to have a tournament based upon pureroleplaying duels with three judges.
OOC Part
I need two volunteers for judges and many characters. There are no limitations on what can or cant be used so feel free to be creative.
EDIT: Also check out Gideon's thread Sorcen’s Baator: The Chronicles for the compilations of all the matches.
Please do ask questions, because although I've thought this idea through over the past few months, I havent been able to remember much of it. Likewise, any ideas are welcome as well.
First off, lets get the questions out of the way and start posting characters too.
Characters should be first posted in this thread to announce your joining of the arena, then the characters should be posted in Gideon's Sorcen's Battle Royale Competitors Roster. This may seem complicated but it is to ensure effieciency and organization in the arena threads.
Characters should be in the following format, but do not have to be:
EDIT: Also check out Gideon's thread Sorcen’s Baator: The Chronicles for the compilations of all the matches.
Please do ask questions, because although I've thought this idea through over the past few months, I havent been able to remember much of it. Likewise, any ideas are welcome as well.
First off, lets get the questions out of the way and start posting characters too.
Characters should be first posted in this thread to announce your joining of the arena, then the characters should be posted in Gideon's Sorcen's Battle Royale Competitors Roster. This may seem complicated but it is to ensure effieciency and organization in the arena threads.
Characters should be in the following format, but do not have to be:
Character Format
Character name, race, class(levels are optional), any special items or pets (optional), any specific special ability you wish to include.
Ex.- Katarez, tiefling minotaur, warlock; ring of invisibility, cloak of the porcupine- (has a blade barrier kind of effect enchanted upon it where the user can make the cloak sprout 2 foot blades on command 3 times per day), flaming burst and icy burst short sword- (separate command words but both can be active at the same time), bat familiar; Katarez was born in a wild magic area and was granted a blink ability usable 3/day,
Then, if you wish, you can add a little background story on the character.
Ex.- Katarez, tiefling minotaur, warlock; ring of invisibility, cloak of the porcupine- (has a blade barrier kind of effect enchanted upon it where the user can make the cloak sprout 2 foot blades on command 3 times per day), flaming burst and icy burst short sword- (separate command words but both can be active at the same time), bat familiar; Katarez was born in a wild magic area and was granted a blink ability usable 3/day,
Then, if you wish, you can add a little background story on the character.
I'll explain some of it and see if that helps. Basically it is a tournament played by pure roleplaying where three judges determine who wins each match.
EX: Katarez warily watches the supposed archfiend speak. After Sorcen sits down Katarez decides to have a seat over in a dark corner to await the matches to begin. He watches all the other participants, studying them to see what he is up against.
Hope that helped give you some idea of how this works.
EDIT: This post is now for the character list and maybe tournament bracket if it all fits.
Judges:
Sorcen Anenooata
Aya Anenooata
Khael
Character list:
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Korone (MIA)
Arik Raum a.k.a "Ghost"- Seraphine Harmonium
Septimus Magistos- SeptimusMagistos
Tyrion- Lord_Bahamut
http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=11000863&postcount=831
Gideon- Gideon_Gideonson
Krono- Kronos451
Zartha- BlackendEarth
Turlus- Kaizer_Soatze
Domriso's unnamed character
Tarak- SpellSticher
Hestaby- Toptomcat
cog_and_taz- Zur'thash
Steropes- Steropes Silve'ring
Crystall_Myr- Insyr Tassnr -deceased in battle
PartyTricks- Illithid Triumvirate
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Revlis_Nogard- Revlis Nogard
Larz_Fang- Darshgarothos 'Darshg'
[url=http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=10500314&postcount=399]Crystal_Myr-
Unknown Dragon
SoulEater/MortalHunter/Sorcerer/Fighter[/b]
Dragons are an old and powerful kind of creature. Tracing their origin aeons ago, back at the birth of their last family members, the very first of their kind to the hatch of Tiamat and Bahamut from their divine eggs. Other than the few draconic gods, a single dragon, which age surpass the comprehension of many, can trace his origin very closely to Io.
Long before the birth of the known draconic pantheon, at the middle of various dragons species, long forgotten into death, a kind of powerful black scalled dragon was born. Over time, the first son of the god-like dragon that created this sort of dragon, Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer, was commanding the whole race. Though, over time, power took over him. Every living creature, even non-living ones, was inferior to him. To his kind. Even other dragons.
From there a war started. Everything agaisnt him and his race. But it wasn't enough. Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer managed to bring every other races into slavery and food, as they were nothing more than that. But what pleased Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer didn't pleased the gods, the arrogant black scaled dragon was much of a threat and a shame.
Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer's father came down from the divine realm to kill himself his creation. One by one, they have been slain without mercy. Although his orders were clear, he could not kill his very first son. Instead, Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer was banished in hell, not long after the first angels were dumped in.
Nothing could describe Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer's rage and anger agaisnt his father and his allies. His whole family was dead, even his father. All he wanted to do is to return to the prime plane and bring down his rage on his new enemies. He caused a lot of damage in Hell, killing nearly half of the devils all by himself before the devils chained him down in a cavern, blocking all issues and forgetting him there. Days, weeks, months, years... many millenias passed without a sign of life, without a sign of light.
While he was sertain that he would die there, as years passed, the opposite happened. His body absorbed the negative and fiendish energy emerging from the plane, his body changed. It was getting stronger, healthier and his rage was decupling each second that passed during the whole time.
After some time, his body got so big and powerful that the magical chains holding him to the ground were too weak to continue their bidding. They broke off. It took Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer months of continuous burrowing before seeing something else than the same shadow, rocks and dirt. He was finally out. There is no word to discribe the joy that the dragon had when he breathed the fresh air of putrefaction and foul smell of the devils around. The dim light from the lava were refreshing his dusty eyes in an extacy of colors that he had almost forgotten. But at the same time, he lost himself in a frenesy of rage and joy.
It didn't took long before everything in its sight was eradicated. But it wasn't enough, he flew away, causing rampage everywhere in Hell during months and years. But it was never enough. There was never enough blood, never enough violence, never enough pain, never enough war agaisnt everything to satisfied him from his neverending rage.
He soon understood that he would need to savagely kill those who chained him to make meaningful death.
He wandered the land of Hell during many, many years. Soon, his strength was feared, but Korone wanted to be more quiet. He could most likely kill the lords of the different layer, but instoring fear with his mere presence was more interesting. His presence was unseen but felt.
Then, a new kind of creature appeared in the deeps of Hell, huge winged draconic monstruosity began to populate the many layers, they were called hellfire wyrm. There was that rumor that Korone created these sadistic creatures as an army and personal assistant. They too, were searching through hell for something that nobody seemed to know.
After some time searching, he found this arena.. there was a familiar aura coming from it, a disgusting aura that called to be killed.
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Appearance: Titanic. If the word is correctly used, it might get as near as 'Korone's' size should be. His size alone would put to shame the biggest known great wyrm, whatever the species. And his size is a depiction of his age, barely mesurable. A human's life is like a second in his long, endless life.
Standing on all four, his front leg alone tower at least 500 feets high, his chest being almost as large. His whole body is heavily muscled and partially covered with spikes, deformed scaled that have grown in such way. His wings are immence, being some miles long.
His head is decorated with numerous horns, spikes covering his face as well, a long crest raise behind the central horns, going down his spine all the way to the end of his tail. His black, empty eyes show no emotions, in fact, you would have to take a long look at them to find a trace of life.
His large mouth show long, rasor sharp teeth with an absence of lips. His body is covered his battle marks, large scars snaking on his body, broken horns and perforated crest and wings.
(A picture's coming soon)
Equipment: Yeah, sure...
Powers:
Shape Changing. Korone has the ability to change form as a doppelganger do, although size isn't a problem. He can modify the form he takes into pretty much what he want. In addition, he can use the abilities and powers that the creature assumed have/had, although he must know about these.
One of his favored form is an insec.. medium sized humanoid floating above the ground, wearing a long black and ruined robe. With the face hidden with darkness.
Black Fire Breath Weapon. In quick word, it is a breath made out of 'fire' and negative/evil energy. Although, the now unique type of fire coming out of Korone actually bypass resistance, even immunity to fire. The breath dissipate and somewhat enlarge the atomes that compose matters, making it very unstable. It doesn't really burn, although it is very hot, it liquify the things that comes in contact with the black fire.
Soul Stealing. When someone die, his soul begin to depart to an other world. Although, Korone can interupt this process and 'catch' the soul of the deceased one and absorb it. By doing so, he get all the knowledge of the creature, destroying it at the same time. The absorbed soul regenerate Korone, if strong enough.
If desired, he can 'copy' the soul by keeping a fragment of it. The fragment get corrupted and completely modified so that Korone have control over it, as a never-questioning slave. Then, the fragment is sent into the dead body, coming back to 'life'.
Magic. Don't tell me you didn't saw that one coming... just think about the caster level of an already powerful dragon which is above the 67th age category.
Negative Aura. The times spent chained in Hell gave some new 'stuff' to Korone. The negative and evil energy entered his body, being permanently with him. But at his size, the quantity of energy is so huge that it gives him an aura that corrupt and break things, as well as life, around him.
Allies/Slaves:
Allies:
Six very old Hellfire wyrm, which are always with Korone.
Hundreds of Hellfire wyrm outside the arena.
Slaves: None yet.
Nice character, should do nicely in this tournament. Thanks for joining, if you wish you could do some sparring with an NPC or something I have set aside.
It will be awhile before the actual tournament gets going, because we have to wait for more characters. I'll PM everyone when the tournament actually begins to save you all the hassle of keeping up with this thread.
Hmm, I seem to have forgotten to reserve a post for the tournament brackets and list of characters.
EDIT: Oh yes heres your free dragon as promised.
Oh and a cookie for being the first character here. 
And now for Boba Fett with a chainsaw...
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I'd be willing to give it a try,
Arik Raum a.k.a "Ghost", Human, Bard/Rogue/Virtuoso/Fiend Slayer; Mask, Punjab Lasso (Locking Garotte)
I have a complete bio of Arik in my thread Renaissance World/Avayevnon in the Campaign Workshop.
Here I will post the more combat oriented stuff.
"Ghost" prefers to work from the shadows. He never stays in one place too long. He plays with his enemies by using ventriloquism to throw his voice somewhere else, all the while using his bardic music to unnerve them. When his victims, err. . . opponents are most vulnerable he strikes, deftly catching his enemies by the troat with his fearsome Punjab Lasso and watching them struggle and quickly die.
Arik is not evil per say, but neither is he good. He is too sinister to take up the mantle of holiness, yet he fights in the name of the Angel of Music and his most hated enemies are demons.
Arik has the voice of an angel, though not the manner of one. He can make his voice dangerously soothing, even hypnotic, to lure enemies into vulnerability. The source of Arik's divine voice was the Angel of Music herself, a gift to a child cursed with an abominable face. As such his music is magic in it's most divine form and his magic puts that of other bards to shame.
His face he hides behind a mask that shows no emotion and is very disconcerting to enemies, capable of instilling fear into the most hardened warriors.
While these make Arik more than capable of dealing with mortal foes, he prefers working his talents toward the annihilation of demons. His angelic voice, soothing and hypnotic to mortals, is painful, even deadly to fiends. His hatred of demons has driven him to go to extreme lengths to study their kind and the best and most effiecient way of killing them.
Second, welcome and I wanted to say I read your campaign world thread and its very good. I liked the way you based it off the Phantom of the Opera, very good job, I tried unsuccessfully to adapt some things from it to DnD myself so its good to see you succeeded there.
I'm curious on the details of the Punjab Lasso, I've never heard of it that I know of.
Thirdly, Heres the dragon promised to you for joining.
First, to answer your question, this is roleplaying combat without using any of the rules. If you wish you could run your character against an NPC to demonstrate how this style of play works.
Second, welcome and I wanted to say I read your campaign world thread and its very good. I liked the way you based it off the Phantom of the Opera, very good job, I tried unsuccessfully to adapt some things from it to DnD myself so its good to see you succeeded there.
I'm curious on the details of the Punjab Lasso, I've never heard of it that I know of.
Thirdly, Heres the dragon promised to you for joining.
Thank you.
The Punjab Lasso is the name given to the Phantom's garrote, a rather noose-like garrote which he uses to strangle his victims. I chose to refer to it by this name rather than just as a garrotte, becuase it makes it unique. The stats are mine, the idea is not.
The Punjab Lasso
The Punjab Lasso is a +3 demonbane garrote that afflicts it's targets with a ray of enfeeblement spell at caster lvl 10.
That is Arik's current Punjab Lasso. For his Punjab Lasso before he was reformed and turned his talents towards killing demons, simply make it +2 and remove the demonbane quality.
Everything for Korone and Seraphine_Harmonium is approved for the tournament thus far. If you wish to test your characters against an NPC then just say so. I'll PM you when we get enough characters for the tournament to begin.
On the subject of the pic, were you going to do more with that pic or perhaps a full body shot of him, not that you have to but I was just wondering.
Anyway, depend when I'll have the motivation to do it, might be any day. Now to find the motivation to rewrite the damn background.
I'd like to test my character agaisnt an NPC, mostly to know how things will be.
I suppose I would like to try it against an NPC too, but I'll let you handle Korone first.
I'll pit Korone against Chros, a vampire griffon with innate spellcasting much like a dragon's.
Granted this may not work out just right yet because I dont have my two judges. I should be able to pull it off alone considering its only sparring and getting used to the style of play.
BIC: A huge griffon steps up to challenge the dragon, Korone, to a sparring match. The griffon's muscles bulk as it steps forward and it seems to grow in size slowly. His beaked maw moves as if uttering words. He then waits for Korone to make the first attack.
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BIC: A medium sized humanoid wrapped in dark clothes enters the arena, aalking slowly. The clothes seems to be made out of shadow, absorbing the light around it, moving constantly as if it were multiples long tentacles snaking the air and the ground, even if there is absolutely no winds of any sort. Further examination reveals that the humanoid isn't touching the ground, instead he simply levitate.
He continu his way to the middle of the arena, examining the weak looking griffon, way too arroguant for a so frail and slim mortal... bird. Pathetic he thinks. Although, being in the arena, it should be worth to combat, even if Korone haven't met such an opponent for the last couples millenia. Instead, he simply eradicated large army of pretty much anything.
Some seconds looking at his opponent was enough to judge it. The griffon was big, compared to him now. Surely he played with his size multiples times in the past with tiny insect such as humans, now he'll reverse the game.
Two huge, constantly growing wings sprouts from the back of the humanoid. A large tail grow in his low back, snaking the ground. His whole body get bigger and bigger. A myriad of spikes grow instantly under the clothes, piercing it. Long sharp onyx black spikes. Its neck elongate, making his head finally appearant. The humanoid gain a draconic appearance to be fully transformed barely a few seconds later. A truly regal colossal dragon stand on his back legs, roaring at the small griffon in front of him. Grey-ish vapors get out of the burning mouth full of large black teeths, ready to eat in one bite the four legged bird in front of it. Korone looks at his opponent furiously, his deep cold empty black eyes giving a more than intimidating look at it.
He then fall back on four legs. Its mere weigt shakes the arena violently, crashing the large sculpted rocks that forms the ground. Around 500 feets at the shoulder, wings wide open, the dragon lower his head in the direction of the vampiric griffon.
Then, his voices booms everywhere in the arena, a insanely loud and gutural voices that would deafen mortals unlucky enough to be near him without a chance, talking in a tongue common to the griffon. "Death shall be yours, you who have made the error to challenge me. Weakling."
His sentence barely finished, Korone swing his house-sized hands with huge, deadly tallons at Chros.
BIC: Chros looks up at the dragon as it grows to its now massive size. The griffon seems to continue growing and deftly dodges the claws and takes to the air hovering in front of Korone and steadily growing.
Chros' beak moves as if chanting and lightning arcs from his front talons towards the great dragon. This particular lightning is black and bright green in color and emanates a demonic aura, the lightning strikes against the dragon's chest with devastating force.
The hovering griffon cocks his head sideways looking at Korone, He speaks in a high pitched and dangerously beautiful voice. "So how do you like my custom lightning, and dont worry cuz thats just a taste of what I can do."
Chros flies a little bit back and seems to be waiting for something with a sly grin on his face, well as best as a griffon can grin.
"Well, I do hope you are able to do better. Bird."
Korone barely look at his scales slightly scratched from the lightning, for he is partially demonic. He higher his front left arm and with a powerful move, he claw the air quickly. At the same instant, a part of the sky get more and more red during a second to become as red as melting lava.
A light cloud is formed in this region and a large number of large balls of flaming rocks, some in fusion, falls on the griffon fiercely. A loud cracks emanate from the cloud as the flame, rocks and lava falls on the griffon, recovering the ground an instant later.
"I too, can do magic."
BIC: THe griffon pushes himself up off the ground slowly and spits blood and its shields flicker and disappate, he coughs and looks up at the dragon. "Nice move but you underestimated that lightning."
The griffons grins and watches as the dragon doubles over in pain. The spot where the lightning hit Korone starts hurting and burning unbelievably and suddenly produces arcs of lightning from the spot and the arcs strike various points on Korone's body in a radius from the point of initial impact.
Chros coughs more blood and flaps his wings to hover a few feet off the ground and allow his broken left back leg to hang limply in the air. One of his wings is bleeding profusely and he realizes he must land and rest on the ground.
BIC:
Korone endure the pain from the lightning. He had underestimated this magic. He would not satisfy the griffon to express his pain in any way.
Seeing that his opponent is weakened greatly, he swing his wings at the bird quickly, with the intention to impale it without mercy, using the long spikes placed on top of his 'hands'.
Pretty much I'm hoping the players will have honor enough to admit that their characters were hurt or even defeated. :OOC
BIC: The deadly wings heading straight for the incapacitated griffon strike against an invisible force just before reaching the target. The griffon rises to his feet once again, albeit very unsteadily and favoring his broken leg and battered wing.
Chros begins chanting and his wounds begin to heal. The wall of mysterious force holds the wings back and Chros' chants become more pronounced and violent.
Chros' voice seems to come the air around him now as he continues his chanting from his beaked mouth, "It was a nice match lizard, but it must come to an end. If you can survive this last little bit then you'll win, as I will have exhausted myself completely."
The griffon's chants get louder and his body stops healing most of way through. The sky grows very dark and Chros glows with a bright green and black aura crackling with lightning.
Other than that, I already have ideas for other characters if Korone ever die.
BIC:
Pretty much insulted about a simple wall of force stopping him, Korone cast a spell too, though, his is much quicker to cast.
A portal quickly open back of the griffon. While the gate isn't really wide, what comes from it is no less dangerous. A rather large insect comes out. Black with a long, rasor shaped horn, the insect is completely set in fire. Before it have times to move, three more similar insects comes out. They jump forward, flying quickly in the direction of the griffon when a huge and continuous swarm of these follow through the portal, attacking and disrupting the griffon.
I'm debating on whether to allow multiple characters per player or not, it may be a bit confusing if two characters by one player have to fight. :OOC
BIC: The griffon retains its concentration while under the attack of the creatures. Chros' eyes shine and he suddenly shimmers away and appears in the air at Korone's head flapping his wings to stay aloft.
The sky grows almost black and it begins raining, and the thunder and lightning follow soon after the rain. Each bolt of lightning strikes the great dragon and wind begins to pick up.
Chros is still chanting and reaches his front right talon upwards and catches a lightning bolt in mid-flight. The lightning takes the form of a lance and swells and crackles with the green and black energy and emanating the same demonic aura.
The griffon lets out a shrill shriek and dives towards the dragon, aiming to impale Korone's heart with his demonic lightning lance. Following the diving Chros are many bolts of lightning from the storm, about 12 in all.
The dragon's great size prevents it from dodging out of the path but a slight movement will make Chros miss his mark and only deal minimal damage to Korone.
OOC: Chros is bleeding and hurt from the attacks of the bugs and still from the fire storm attack earlier. This is essentially his last attack here. Korone you decide if he hits the heart or just strikes a harmless spot beside it. The effect of the impact of the lance will just hurt and shock him and puncture through him enough to be deadly if it struck the heart. :OOC
It was also to give you the chance to kill this character and bring in a new one if you wanted to but you dont have to. Dont worry if he gets hurt a little, you'll be healed after each match.
Seraphine, if theres no response from Korone tomorrow then we'll go ahead and get on with Arik vs an NPC, if you'd like.
BIC:
Luckily, Korone dodge the griffon's bolt, although, his roar echos in the entire arena. He near his head where the bird stand and say lowly: "Missed."
A fraction of second later, a large, long spikes pierce through Chros's torso. The 18 feets long rasor sharp bone impaling the creature. A second later, Korone attack with his second wing, impaling it in the stomach, breaking through the spine.
Now at his mercy, the dragon raise up on two feets, his gigantic wings forming a circle around him. He move his head near the griffon and screams as loud as he can. After some seconds, without ending his scream, Korone begins eating Chros' soul.
OOC: I'll let you make the finishing post. Korone will simply throw Chros' body as soon as he'll have finished.
BIC: Chros' soul fights against being eaten and the life slowly ebbs from the broken and bloody body of the griffon. After almost two minutes of fighting against being eaten, the soul of the griffon finally falters and is consumed by Korone.
The dragon tosses the body to the side and the lifeless griffon skids to a stop a few feet from the stands. The crowd cheers at the dramatic conclusion of the battle and at the victory of Korone.
A black robed human with great red horns protruding from his forehead levitates out to the arena and escorts the victorious dragon from the arena. Hellcats are tied to the fallen griffon's body and are commanded, by a pit fiend riding the dead Chros, to drag the body from the arena.
OOC: Tomorrow morning I'll post the intro for the Arik vs Butcher battle. So what do you two think of how it works, any suggestions or ideas to improve it? Hopefully the judges would solve the problems with it but theres that problem of recruitment. :OOC
Personality: Though at first he tends to be reserved, Septimus will eventually loosen up. Those who know him best would describe him as smarty-pants know-it-all who gives surprisingly useful advice. He makes it his business to know everything, and to always be prepared, whatever else the case may be. He likes to compare himself to the Magician of the Tarot, for he has drawn this card early in his youth. He tends to prepare many magical items and carry them around with himself.
Items(some of them):
The Staff of Penetration
One day, not so long ago, a mighty wizard named Septimus Magistos sat in his tower. His latest expedition into the nine hells has failed utterly and miserably, due in no small part to the fact that half the time his spells simply fizzled or bounced harmlessly off the hides of devils. His henchmen were getting killed and they were on the verge of abandoning the whole thing. Just then, a pit fiend appeared, terrifying the party and promptly attacking it. Septimus struck with his mightiest spell, only to have it wash over the pit fiend without any effect whatsoever. Only a well-timed teleport spell saved Septimus's life. As he sat in his tower he decided that he was sick of creatures shrugging of his spells, so he set out to create a mighty item that would allow him and others like him to overcome spell resistance. Thus the Staff of Penetration was born.
The staff has the following effects:
1. The caster gains the benefit of spell penetration and greater spell penetration, for a total of +4 to caster level checks to defeat spell resistance.
2. The caster can instantly apply the benefits of Heighten Spell feat(+3 levels) to any spell he casts. This will make the spell harder to resist. Usable 3 times per day.
3. The caster can instantly apply the benefits of Energy Substitution feat to any spell he casts. This will make the spell cause damage with a different type of energy than usual. Septimus was frustrated with dragons as well as devils. Usable 3 times per day.
4. Cast Acid Fog once per day at your current caster level.
5. Cast Stinking Cloud once per day at your current caster level.
6. Most importantly, this staff deals any creature with spell resistance within 30 feet of the caster damage equal to their spell resistance per round whenever this staff is held. Thus, someone with SR1 would take 1 damage per round, and someone with SR10 would take 10 damage per round. Someone with immunity to certain spells would take damage equal to 1/2 the total number of such spells per round. Someone with immunity to a certain level of magic(Such as from the Globe of Invulnerability) takes damage equal to the spell level he's immune to x 10. Someone with magic immunity would take damage equal to their hit points per round(Fortitude save for half). No spell resistance or magic immunity can be applied against this effect.
Septimus died recently, having the misfortune to accidentally grab an amulet of total immunity against magic while wielding this staff. Who knows what party might decide to raid his tomb and find it? Let's just hope they follow the philosophy of taking your spells like a man-with nothing but your saving throw to protect you, with occasional evasion thrown in.
The Staff of Penetration is a long, intricately carved ebony staff with a glowing rainbow gemstone on top. The only property it possesses that is of significance in combat is +10 to resist sunder.
Septimus's Staff(A Major Artifact)
Septimus Magistos, the seventh son of a seventh son and one of the greatest magicians to ever walk the earth has led a long and colorful life, creating items of power and vanquishing evil. Yet even the greatest must fall. Shortly before his death, Septimus had an opportunity few ever get-he was offered a chance to work on the legendary Forge of the Gods. Assisted by the spirits of the greatest spellcasters from ages long past, Septimus has forged his two ultimate achievements. Thus the Septimus's Staff and the Septimus's Sword were born. His staff was laid with him in his grave to be given to one who needed it most. Ages later it was found by a young magician saving the world and began its saga. The sword was given to his best friend, a paladin, who has since established an order around the sword, always held by its leader. Yet both items will carry on Septimus's legacy forevermore.
Septimus's Staff is a +5 Force Holy quarterstaff. It is truly a marvel, forged out of the very material that made up the first matter, with the Gem of Fantasy on top. It is an almost unequaled creation.
Septimus's Staff has the following powers:
1. It can only be held by Good wizards. If a sorcerer touches it, he will be laid under a double strength Geas to set out on an expedition which would let him or her transfer the sorcerer levels into wizard levels. If a member of any other spellcasting class touches it they have to instantly drop it or else suffer 10d6 damage per turn. If a member of a non-spellcasting class touches it they have to instantly drop it or else be transported to the 666th layer of Abyss.(DM will have to use discretion with prestige classes) Anyone Neutral touching it will have to roll a Will Save or else lose 1 point in each ability score Even if they make it they will still lose 2000 x.p. This applies for every turn one is touching it. Anyone Evil touching it will have to roll a Fortitude Save or die, then roll a Will Save or else lose a level permanently and 1 point in their highest ability score, and finally roll a Reflex Save or else be transported into the Dimension of the BEAST(Where all bags of devouring empty out to). Even if all saves are made, they still lose 5000 x.p. This applies for every turn one is touching it.
2. It bestows upon its wielder Spell Resistance 25, Damage Reduction 5 and +5 to Armor Class.
3. It allows the wizard holding it to cast a single spell that would ordinarily have a range of self on this staff. As long as that particular wizard is holding the staff, he or she will be affected by the spell selected. It's possible to change the spell to a different one.
4. By gazing within the gemstone of the staff its wielder can see any page within the wielder's spellbook. This can be used to prepare spells.
5. The wielder of this staff can use it to cast a single spell from his spellbook without preparation. This does not count against the daily spell limit. Usable 1 time per day.
6. The wielder of this staff can apply metamagic feats to his spells in a way someone with spontaneous casting can. To do so, however, you the wielder must discard one prepared spell of the level the spell is after applying all feats in addition to a prepared spell.
7. The wielder can create the following effects at will: Light, Read Magic, Detect Magic.
8. The wielder gets +2 to Intellect.
9. The wielder gets +2 to the save DC of his spells and caster level checks.
10. The wielder can use a beam from his staff to duplicate the following effects: Prismatic Spray, Disintegrate, Polar Ray. The wielder can also use this beam to deal 10d6 force damage.
The staff also has level dependant powers:
Level 5
Wizard gains +1 caster level(including spells) as long as he's within five feet of the staff.
Level 10
Wizard can call staff to his hand from anywhere
Level 15
Wizard can choose a spell he doesn't know for the staff's casting(see ability 5). This does not apply to non-wizard spells, wish, or limited wish.
Level 20
Wizard gains +4 instead +2 to intelligence
Wizard gains +4 instead of +2 to save DC and caster level checks
Wizard's familiar gains +4 to Constitution, Strength, and Intelligence.
Wizard gains the ability to use the staff's beam twice per day.
Any of the level-dependent powers activate only after the wizard had this staff for at least a year.
.Sorry for my tardiness on posting the sparring match with Arik, I left earlier than I thought I would. :OOC
BIC: A short but wide cloaked figure walks into the arena and stands perfectly still. Sorcen stands and speaks, "Arik Raum, if you would be so kind as to report to the arena for the sparring match you requested. This is your opponent Butcher." The archfiend sits back down and waits for Arik's entrance.
OOC: Hmm, I seem to have forgotten about the vampire part of Chros, on that note: Meet Butcher, vampire dwarf gunslinger/fighter. :OOC
A sweet music fills the arena, though it's source is impossible to locate. It is sweet, yet painful to the unholy ears of the fiends in the stands and the undead enemy before him. Though he cannot be seen, Arik can't help but smile at the expression on the face of his enemy, and knows that Butcher will have to act soon. Then the fun begins.
...heres your dragon
OOC: Did I miss something?
OOC: Did I miss something?
OOC: It's in his sig that if you join, you get a dragon.
She continues humming and glances at Sorcen, who is unmoved by the melody, and smiles then closes her eyes and has a happily relaxed appearance on her face.
Also Aya has posted, she is Sorcen's queen and my girlfriend, she's a fallen solar goddess of vampires and a bard. :OOC
BIC: The dwarf pulls his hood back and picks his head up and stares right into the eyes of Arik. He smiles as the energies of the song splash harmlessly around him.
Butcher speaks in a gruff and deep voice, "Beautiful voice me friend, however my ring here protects against your magic. I got this from Sigil as a gift from the Lady herself. Long story, dont ask."
He flashes his fangs and draws his two revolvers, spinning them and pacing back and forth and studying his opponent.
Tyrion, Master of Fists, Bringer of Dawn, and Protector of Good Dragons
Tyrion is a Lawful Good human monk of incredible power. While he lives in the body of an old man, his mental superiority over his body gives him the strength and dexterity of a man 60 years younger than he. He is a monk 20/Tattooed Monk 10, and is the Headmaster of the Tattoed Monk school of martial arts. he dresses in a simple white robe, tied in place with a monk's belt. He has crafted a ring that allows him to enchant his fists as he would a normal weapon. His ring embues his fists with the following effects: +5 flaming, wounding, icy burst, bane (magical beasts), and speed magical abilities. He also has an amulet of mighty fists +5, as well as bracers of armor +13 and a ring of protection +5. Also on his person are boots of striding and springing, a vest of giants' strength +6, a +3 holy undead bane quarterstaff of disruption quarterstaff named Whiteoak, and a light crossbow. He has numerous tattoos that give him powerful abilities, and one tattoo given by one of the oldest silver dragons alive allows him to assume the form of a dragon.
(Can I submit more than one character? I wanna submit the Necromancer in my sig...):OOC
BIC: The old man walks into the crowd, observing the battles and watching cloesly how the victor fights. The Baatezu shy away from him reflexively, as if he made them uncomfortable. His face seems to glow with a pale white radiance, and his should-length white hair seems to glow as well. He has a quarterstaff in his hand, made of some white wood and glowing with a golden light. The air around hims seems slightly warped, as if a magical force field was swirling around him.
Interesting idea. I'm in.
Before I post my character(s):
How many can we have?
This is an awesome idea. Have a cookie
EDIT: No favoritism for your girlfriend, I hope?:D
Anyway, here's one of my characters (if I'm allowed more than one)
He's an Artificer, and the list of items he has is huge, and often customized, so I can't get it up this evening. The most important is probably his crossbow/gun thing, which fires up to 9 wands simultaneously, but he can replicate most spells with his large collection of items. He also carries immovable rods and a multitude of shrunken items.
BIC:
A short, thin man with a scruffy gnomish-style beard ambles slowly into the arena. He sports a complex trenchcoat covered in pockets, bandoliers, hooks, belts, and pouches, all of which contain items so bizzare that their functions can only be guessed at. He looks idly to either side, apparently un-fazed by the abominations filling the stands. He reachs down and pulls out a ragged dog-end cigarette and lights it with a wand from his belt. Taking a long drag, he unbuckles a device from his belt that seems to be a combination of a Revolver cylinder and a crossbow, and carefully pulls several levers on it. He cocks the weapon, which begins to hum and crackle with a vibrant red energy. He holds the weapon up above his head and pulls the trigger. Brilliant green and crimson lines scatter across the walls of the arena, flame and lightning tear the sky apart, and crystals of ice flurry into the air, swathing the man in a fine mist, which reflects off of his dark glasses. His multitude of items start to activate, and soon the man is the nucleus of a swirling mass of glittering metal and shining gemstones, all of which are breath-takingly beautiful and yet seem hideously dangerous. Then, as abruptly as it started, the spectacle stops. The man holsters his weapon, mutters a vaugely audible "That's enough showing off for now" and takes another drag on his cigarette. Gideon has arrived.
The horror seats upon a third throne, just apart from the other two-taken throne, the third of the unholy triad in the stands...+
OOC: Well, I thought it was an impressive entrance spiel for the third judge... And for anyone wondering at the appearance, it's an undead/construct god-styled thing, taking it's nature from the two. And since constructs by-and-large don't have one, and those undead with minds are hardly pleasant, that results in a very morbid-looking being.
Your Unholinesses. Might I look upon my foe?
A short, thin man with a scruffy gnomish-style beard pops into the arena, and grins at Gideon. It is clad in a long jacket crafted of fine chainmail, and holds a skull-topped mace in one hand, the other hand gesturing before sweeping down in a flowing bow...+
OOC: Your opponent is a warlock, and a changeling to boot, hence why he fits your description...
, . And thanks for the compliment and cookie Gideon.Actually Aya will be a judge along with Khael and myself. Dont worry, she has no quarrels about disagreeing with me :P .
I'm at college right now on break but when I get home I'll post more and the other judges and I will decide on whether to allow multiple characters per player or not. (Hint hint, Khael, be thinking about that.)
By Gideon's response, I'm taken to believe that you are all here to fight againts NPC's, we will be running sparring matches until we get enough people to have a tournament and then after that we will likely continue doing sparring matches and possibly another tournament.
The other judges and I will also be discussing the issue of more than one matches going on at the same time. EDIT: Ok well that works, if Khael doesnt mind handling it, thanks for stepping up to the plate like that Khael. I'll talk to Aya tonight and see if she feels that she can handle running a match. :OOC
Gideon raises a flat crystal monocle to his eye. It flashes a blinding white, then pales to a faint glow. Beams of soft white light caress the warlock, stripping away its disguise. Gideon pulls out a ragged cigarette and smiles grimly.
Tricks that the mind can also overcome.
He lays a delicate silver box on the ground, opens it, and takes out a simple hollow glass prism. From the stands the devils can just make out a single emerald falling toward the bottom of the glass. As the gem strikes the bottom, it vanishes, appearing again at the top of the box to continue its fall. Momentum build up, until the emerald is visible only as a green blur. Gideon turns to face his foe.
Well, changeling, enough banter. Do your worst...one word of warning, however.
He points down toward the glass box.
Don't force me to use this...
OOC:as to fighting NPC's...Gideon simply requested to see his foe. If that foe is a PC, that's great. If not, that works to. PvP would be awesome
And yes, pvp rocks, if played well.
+As it's disguise breaks down to reveal a white-grey mop of hair above a pasty white face, Kyranoc the warlock leaps into the air taking flight, before spinning round to unleash a bolt of dark energy straight at Gideon's chest.+
Impressive...I underestimated your power. Not a mistake I care to repeat.
Gideon draws a non-descript metal sphere from his belt, depresses a button on its surface, and throws it into the air. The device turns a dark black, and silver filigree erupts from the metallic surface, surrounding the sphere in a fine silver mesh. Light plays over the silver wires, expands, and solidifies into a shining silver/white sphere encompassing Gideon.
You're not getting away with that again.
Now, what do the ashen remains of a Changeling look like, hmmm? Let's find out!
Gideon raises a slender staff and aims for the Warlock. The magic within erupts forth, as a green beam of energy crashes directly into the Changeling. The spell crawls over the Warlock's body, trying to melt his skin and turn his bones to dust.
OOC: AKA the timely use of a quickened 'dark one's own luck' to bump up his save, followed by a vitriolic blast, which ignores spell resistance and deals damage in later rounds...
Said PC vs PC match will begin at the conclusion of the two NPC vs PC matches we have going on at this time. :OOC
Lord_Bahamut, I agree, it's difficult to see two competitiors, on the side of good, killing one another over what amounts to a contest of skill.
So I reckon it will be a case of 'duel 'til ye cannot duel anymore or one of you yields the fight' (Though I may be overruled on this). It wouldn't be an NPC fight this one, since we (the judges) also want to be able to test out judging system before things get too serious.
But we will be finishing off the vs NPC bouts first, since we're going to need a couple more competeitors to get things rolling.
Seraphine, I had planned to finish the NPC matches first but if you wish to put this sparring match on hold or just stop it altogether then thats not a problem.
Khael's right about the match betweeen Septimus and Tyrion cannot be against NPC's because we need to test our judging system. We could, in the future, team match. We'll try anything you can think of if this thread lasts long enough.
The excuse for pitting two good characters against each other is, well the triumvirate of judges are all evil and whats more entertaining than two forces of goodfighting each other at our behest.
. When you post the character description then I'll add him to the character list and get started on deciding whats next for him. I figured I'd get the match between Arik and Butcher going again so Seraphine doesnt have to make the first move. :OOC
BIC: The dwarf ceases his pacing and fires a shot at the spot where Arik is. The bullet fired has an unhealthy green glow about it and is hurtling towards Arik slower than most bullets travel but fast nonetheless.
That...does it. You've...just...officially...****** me off.
Gideon slowly draws a crossbow and fires it at the warlock. The viciously barbed bolt punches straight through the warlock's armor and through his stomach. Then a tearing sound is heard, as the bolt grows larger and larger until the warlock's stomach cavity is filled with a yard of cold steel. Gideon crawls toward his foe.
Painful...isn't it? Barbed as well. Makes...pulling away...difficult. Try...casting...something now.
But wait...it...does more.
A few seconds go by, and silence descends. Soon a faint click is heard, and the warlock's movement stops short.
Immovable rod...in the shaft. Go...on. Struggle. Don't just...die there. Make...this challenging.
Play-by-play:
Round 1: Gideon activates an item containing Major Globe of Invulnerability. He then fires off a staff of Disintigrate.
Round 2: Unfortunatly for Gideon, Vitrolic Blast is powerful enough to bypass his wards. A lucky critical damages him terribly. However, he manages to hit his enemy with a crossbow bolt, that is actually a barbed harpoon with the Shrink item spell on it. Upon impact, it grows back to its original size, and the impact from the blow presses down on the Immovable Rod in the shaft.
OOC: Is it possible to also have team events? Or is that just to complicated?
Zartha --Succubus -- Warmage/Assassin
Zartha is demon assassin of times long passed. She is as intelligent as she is beautiful and also cunning. She had spent time fighting in the Blood Wars in the Abyss but left because she found it to be too chaotic. She spends most here time in the material plane killing for hire or just for fun, using her spells and natural spell-like abilities to help make her assassinations quick. She always hides her true identify never giving here real name or showing her true form. She hides her appearance by taking the form of an innocent looking girl to catch her enemies off there guard. In her true form she is a truly beautiful looking women wearing of armor made of a black dragon that seems to make no noise when she moves, on her fingers she wears many rings, and a dark cloak that hides her many daggers.. From her many assassinations she has collected many powerful and useful items.
Items to know
+Improved Assassin dagger - +3 Unholy hellfire burst Spell storing wounding Dagger
+Many +1 spell storing dagger
+Rod of Quicken and Maximize
In walks Zartha disguised as another devil. She gives a look of disgust as she see examines the devils all around her. She waits in the shadows waiting for her time.
---Edit----
+Heward's Handy Haversack (variant Item Slot—Belt)
Has the same properties of Heward's Handy Haversack but instead of a backpack it’s a belt with 2 pouches on the side and one big pouch in the back.
+Bracers of Endless Daggers of Pain
These bracers allow a person to create daggers in the characters hand as a free action. There is no limit to how many daggers can be created this way. The daggers are +2 Wounding daggers that are made out of force. When the daggers leave the hand of the person wearing the bracers they disappear 5 rounds later unless picked up by the character wearing the bracers again.
+2 Vibrant Purple Ioun Stone
+Clear Ioun Stone
Also wearing a amulet and a very worn pair of boots
. Gideon: We, the judges, discussed team matches briefly but I dont beleive we decided on anything yet. The answer will likely be yes team battles are allowed but not during the tournament itself.
I was actually thinking that since there are two matches going on in the arena at the same time that some of the blasts or whatnot would be seen in the other match.
Lord_Bahamut: Dont worry too much if your character gets killed, I've never been the kind of Dm to take character sheets and it gives you an excuse to have a new character come in, and who knows if your character was played well enough then one of the judges may favor you and ressurect that character for you.
Please do try to make your posts as legible as you can though, thank you. Heres your
. Also try to edit your posts instead of posting a new one, thank you again and I hope you have fun here. :OOCDecided to use this post as a space for my creations as well.
Phoenix Stuff
Ok here it is, I made the half-phoenix and pnoenix template, since the half-phoenix wasnt my idea I didnt do much with it and i doubt much of it is usable but I tried, anyway let me know what ya'll think.
Half- Phoenix
Half-Phoenix is a template that can be applied to any corporeal creature (hereafter referred to as the "base creature"). If the base creature is humanoid, its type changes to monstrous humanoid. The base creature gains the fire subtype. It uses all the base creature's statistics and special abilities except where noted here.
Size: Same as base creature.
Hit dice and Hit points: not sure yet, phoenix is 20d10+40 (150hp)
initiative:+3, +4 if it has wings
Speed: same as base creature, if medium or larger the creature has great firey wings and may fly at twice its ground speed with average manuverability.
Armor Class: ?
Base Attack/Grapple: same as base creature, 2 claws
Attack and Full Attack: same as base creature, 2 claws
Damage: same as base creature, claw1d8+4
Space/Reach: same as base creature
Special Attacks:
Special Qualities:
Base Saves: ?
Abilities: str +4, dex +2, int +2, wis +4, cha +6
Skills:?
Feats:?
Enviroment: any land
Organization: same as base creature
Challenge Rating: +2
Treasure: same as base creature
Alignment: usually neutral good
Advancement: same as base creature
Level Adjustment: +6
For the Phoenix template below, I need AC, saves, skills, CR, LA, the will save mentioned in the text and I think I'll have to have different CR's and LA's for the spell created versions of them.
Phoenix- creature
Phoenix is a template that can be applied to any corporeal creature (hereafter referred to as the "base creature"). The creatures type remains unchanged. The base creature gains the fire subtype. It uses all the base creature's statistics and special abilities except where noted here.
Size: Same as base creature.
Hit dice and Hit points: not sure yet, phoenix is 20d10+40 (150hp)
initiative: +6
Speed: same as base creature, fly 150ft (average)
Armor Class: ?
Base Attack/Grapple: same as base creature,
Attack and Full Attack: same as base creature,
Damage: same as base creature, all natural attacks get +4 damage
Space/Reach: same as base creature
Special Attacks: Shriek, spell-like abilities
Special Qualities: Darkvision 60ft, defensive aura, DR 20/+3, immolation, low-light vision, planar travel, spell-like metamagic, SR 30, telepathy, uncanny dodge, immunity to fire, phoenix form
Base Saves: ?
Abilities: str +6, dex +4, int +2, wis +4, cha +10
Skills:?
Feats: in addition to the base creature's feats already; empower spell, enlarge spell, extend spell, heighten spell, maximize spell
Enviroment: any land
Organization: same as base creature
Challenge Rating: +?
Treasure: same as base creature
Alignment: usually neutral good
Advancement: same as base creature
Level Adjustment: +?
Phoenixes sometimes find themselves in a situation where death is near and their powers of rebirth cannot save them or would put the young phoenix in harms way, in such a rare case the phoenix finds it must bestow their gifts upon a mortal being so that they may carry on its fight against evil (or if the phoenix just decides to be nice to a mortal). The phoenix telepathically bonds its mind to the being after locating a suitable host. As the phoenix's body is destroyed in the usual great burst of fire, the mind and all the powers are transferred into the host body and lie dormant and undetectable to even the host, except for the slight feeling of an invasion into the mind felt by the host as the phoenix first enters, until the phoenix decides it is safe to let its prescence be known to the host. The phoenix must choose its host wisely, because the host has complete control of the body and the new powers once the phoenix has decided to reveal the powers to the host. The phoenix may make a will save against the host to stop them from using its powers any time the phoenix wishes (I have no idea how to figure up the saves and all, basically I want the host to be able to overpower the phoenix most of the time but for the phoenix to have a chance). If the host offends the phoenix greatly or is evil, the phoenix can attempt to jump to another host body. This may be done at any time and the next host must be in skin to skin contact with the first host, the first host has a 10% chance of noticing the attempt of teh phoenix to leave and if desired can make a will save to keep the phoenix from jumping to another host. If the host notices and stops the phoenix from leaving it has a +5% chance to notice the phoenix's next attempt to leave, this stacks each time the phoenix attempts and is noticed and stopped the host gains +5% to the phoenix's next attempt, stoppin at havin a 90% chance to notice.
Combat
The base creature enters combat normally and does as it normally would. It utilizes its phoenix powers as best it can.
Shriek (Ex): Once per minute, a phoenix creature can utter a war shriek that forces every opponent within 30 feet to succeed at a will save (DC 22) or be slowed (as the slow spell) for 1 round. This is a sonic, mind-affecting effect.
Spell-like Abilities: Always active-detect evil, detect magic, protection from evil; at will- blindness, blink, blur, color spray, cure light wounds, dancing lights, find the path, find traps, fire seeds (using drops off it's own blood rather than holly berries as a material component; no acorn grenades), heal, invisibility, misdirection, negative energy protection, neutralize poison, polymorph self, produce flame, remove fear, remove curse, see invisibility, 1/day- incendiary cloud, reincarnate, pyrotechnics, summon nature's ally IX, veil, wall of fire. Caster level 20th; save DC 15 + spell level.
After 10 rounds of ritual and preparation- dismissal, dispel evil, dispel magic. Caster level 40th; save DC 15+ spell level.
Defensive Aura (Sp): A phoenix creature has a +5 deflection bonus to Armor Class. This ability is always in effect.
Immolation (Su): When the phoenix senses that death of it's host is near or any time it feels the need to, it can immolate itself and the host body as a full round action. This produces a cloud of flame in a 20 foot high, 15 foot radius spread. Each creature in the area takes 40d6 points of damage (Refelx DC22 half). Half of this damage is fire, the rest results directly from divine power and is therfore not subject to damage reduction by protection from elements (fire), fire shield (chill shield), or similar magic. This action doesnt harm the host body in any way, actually healing it to max hit points and healing anything wrong with them even regrowing lost limbs and removing any curses, but it kills the original phoenix and produces a new one. This new phoenix appears outside the body behind the host, fully grown and unharmed and arrives at the end of the round. The phoenix must decide whether to within the host body, in which case the host body is healed as above but is extremely tired and can take no actions for the next round, or the phoenix can choose to leave the host body which is done as explained above withe the new phoenix appearing outside the body.
Planar Travel (Su): A phoenix creature can enter and exit the Astral or the Ethereal Planes at will and navigate through these planes without error or risk.
Spell-like Metamagic (Ex): A phoenix creature can apply any one of its metamagic feats (empower spell, enlarge spell, extend spell, heighten spell, maximize spell) to a spell-like ability by using that ability as a full round action.
Telepathy (Su): A phoenix creature can communicate telepathically with any nonavian creature within 60 feet. It can also speak normally with any avians.
Uncanny Dodge (Ex): A phoenix creature retains its dexterity bonus to AC even when flat-footed, and it cannot be flanked. Even if it fails a spot check, it still knows that something is in the area; it merely lacks any details as to its exact location or description.
Immunity to Fire (Su): A phoenix creature has an immunity to all fire damage and has the power to control any fire in a 50 foot radius from the phoenix creature.
Phoenix Form (Su): At will a phoenix creature can wreath its body in flames that take that shape of a phoenix. These flames deal 1d8 damage per HD of the phoenix creature to any creature within a 5 foot radius of it.
Aside from the way the phoenix fuses with the creature above, this template can be given by 2 different spells. The first a spell cast by the phoenix to duplicate these powers and bestow them upon a creature it deems worthy. This spell is called Bestow Phoenix and I'll get to writing it up soon. This method removes the phoenix's mind from the above descriptions and changes the Immolation ability to make the phoenix creature die and be reborn as the same fully grown creature from the flames and deals the same damage and such.
The second spell is an evil spell called Take Phoenix and involves stealing the powers of a captured phoenix. Again the phoenix's mind is not present in the phoenix creature with this method and the Immolation ability changes to make the phoenix creature die and be reborn as the same fully grown creature from the flames and deals the same damage and such. And again I'll get to writing this spell up when i figure out how to.
Here's the spells I made for gaining the phoenix template, enjoy, critique is welcome on this and my templates. Again I am no good at the will saves and need ideas on what to put it as for the 2nd spell.
Bestow Phoenix
either evocation or transmutation
level: Sor 9 ?
Components: V- low harmless shriek made by the phoenix during casting, S- phoenix must be touching the target one of it's feathers of its wing, M- the feather that is touching the target is used up in the casting of this spell and does not grow back after it disintegrates after casting.
Casting Time: 1 minute
Range: touch
Target, Effect, or Area: target
Duration: permanent
Saving Throw: none
Spell Resistance:no
This spell is cast by a phoenix to duplicate and bestow its powers upon a creature it deems is worthy of such power. The target of this spell is expected to fight against evil with its powers. The phoenix is very cautious to use this spell, for one thing it loses one of its feathers permanently, but more importantly these powers in the wrong hands could be devastating to the innocent. As for casting this spell, the phoenix finds suitable being and uses its empathy or telepathy to inform them of it granting them a gift, the phoenix proceeds to touch the target with its feather and lets out a shriek that echoes for the duration of the spell, the phoenix ignites in a fantastic blaze and this blaze expands to the target, these flames dont harm either being. The phoenixes feather that it used to touch the target disintegrates at the end of the casting, the phoenix is left with a tired feeling and the target is informed via telepathy of its new powers and how to use them. The powers manifest 1 round after the spell is cast and the target has complete control over them. The phoenix recovers from its tired state after 1 minute.
Take Phoenix
either evocation or transmutation
level: Sor 9 ?
Components: V- evil chant, S, M- a live phoenix,
Casting Time: 1 hour
Range: close 10ft
Target, Effect, or Area: target
Duration: permanent
Saving Throw: will (negates)
Spell Resistance:no
This unimaginably evil spell is cast by an evil spellcaster to take the powers of a captive live phoenix and transfer said powers to a target creature, usually the caster. The phoenix, more than likely unwilling to give its powers to a creature of evil, is granted a will save to negate the attempts of the caster to steal its powers. The target, if unwilling, is granted a will save as well to stop the powers from being transferred to them, in which case the powers are returned to the phoenix. As for casting the spell, the caster must somehow have a captured live phoenix, usually in a magical cage, and must devote an hour to chanting and various somatic hand waving, at the end of the hour the phoenix is near death and has turned to a mortal nonmagical creature with no powers, if allowed to live the phoenix regains its magical nature and powers in 1 month and if possible will seek revenge against the caster. The phoenix that the power was stolen from can kill the being that stole the power permenantly by severeing the caster's head and burning it with its own flames to ashes. The phoenix is usually killed by the caster while it is a nonmagical creature and unable to return back to life.
Half- Phoenix
Half-Phoenix is a template that can be applied to any corporeal creature (hereafter referred to as the "base creature"). If the base creature is humanoid, its type changes to monstrous humanoid. The base creature gains the fire subtype. It uses all the base creature's statistics and special abilities except where noted here.
Size: Same as base creature.
Hit dice and Hit points: not sure yet, phoenix is 20d10+40 (150hp)
initiative:+3, +4 if it has wings
Speed: same as base creature, if medium or larger the creature has great firey wings and may fly at twice its ground speed with average manuverability.
Armor Class: ?
Base Attack/Grapple: same as base creature, 2 claws
Attack and Full Attack: same as base creature, 2 claws
Damage: same as base creature, claw1d8+4
Space/Reach: same as base creature
Special Attacks:
Special Qualities:
Base Saves: ?
Abilities: str +4, dex +2, int +2, wis +4, cha +6
Skills:?
Feats:?
Enviroment: any land
Organization: same as base creature
Challenge Rating: +2
Treasure: same as base creature
Alignment: usually neutral good
Advancement: same as base creature
Level Adjustment: +6
For the Phoenix template below, I need AC, saves, skills, CR, LA, the will save mentioned in the text and I think I'll have to have different CR's and LA's for the spell created versions of them.
Phoenix- creature
Phoenix is a template that can be applied to any corporeal creature (hereafter referred to as the "base creature"). The creatures type remains unchanged. The base creature gains the fire subtype. It uses all the base creature's statistics and special abilities except where noted here.
Size: Same as base creature.
Hit dice and Hit points: not sure yet, phoenix is 20d10+40 (150hp)
initiative: +6
Speed: same as base creature, fly 150ft (average)
Armor Class: ?
Base Attack/Grapple: same as base creature,
Attack and Full Attack: same as base creature,
Damage: same as base creature, all natural attacks get +4 damage
Space/Reach: same as base creature
Special Attacks: Shriek, spell-like abilities
Special Qualities: Darkvision 60ft, defensive aura, DR 20/+3, immolation, low-light vision, planar travel, spell-like metamagic, SR 30, telepathy, uncanny dodge, immunity to fire, phoenix form
Base Saves: ?
Abilities: str +6, dex +4, int +2, wis +4, cha +10
Skills:?
Feats: in addition to the base creature's feats already; empower spell, enlarge spell, extend spell, heighten spell, maximize spell
Enviroment: any land
Organization: same as base creature
Challenge Rating: +?
Treasure: same as base creature
Alignment: usually neutral good
Advancement: same as base creature
Level Adjustment: +?
Phoenixes sometimes find themselves in a situation where death is near and their powers of rebirth cannot save them or would put the young phoenix in harms way, in such a rare case the phoenix finds it must bestow their gifts upon a mortal being so that they may carry on its fight against evil (or if the phoenix just decides to be nice to a mortal). The phoenix telepathically bonds its mind to the being after locating a suitable host. As the phoenix's body is destroyed in the usual great burst of fire, the mind and all the powers are transferred into the host body and lie dormant and undetectable to even the host, except for the slight feeling of an invasion into the mind felt by the host as the phoenix first enters, until the phoenix decides it is safe to let its prescence be known to the host. The phoenix must choose its host wisely, because the host has complete control of the body and the new powers once the phoenix has decided to reveal the powers to the host. The phoenix may make a will save against the host to stop them from using its powers any time the phoenix wishes (I have no idea how to figure up the saves and all, basically I want the host to be able to overpower the phoenix most of the time but for the phoenix to have a chance). If the host offends the phoenix greatly or is evil, the phoenix can attempt to jump to another host body. This may be done at any time and the next host must be in skin to skin contact with the first host, the first host has a 10% chance of noticing the attempt of teh phoenix to leave and if desired can make a will save to keep the phoenix from jumping to another host. If the host notices and stops the phoenix from leaving it has a +5% chance to notice the phoenix's next attempt to leave, this stacks each time the phoenix attempts and is noticed and stopped the host gains +5% to the phoenix's next attempt, stoppin at havin a 90% chance to notice.
Combat
The base creature enters combat normally and does as it normally would. It utilizes its phoenix powers as best it can.
Shriek (Ex): Once per minute, a phoenix creature can utter a war shriek that forces every opponent within 30 feet to succeed at a will save (DC 22) or be slowed (as the slow spell) for 1 round. This is a sonic, mind-affecting effect.
Spell-like Abilities: Always active-detect evil, detect magic, protection from evil; at will- blindness, blink, blur, color spray, cure light wounds, dancing lights, find the path, find traps, fire seeds (using drops off it's own blood rather than holly berries as a material component; no acorn grenades), heal, invisibility, misdirection, negative energy protection, neutralize poison, polymorph self, produce flame, remove fear, remove curse, see invisibility, 1/day- incendiary cloud, reincarnate, pyrotechnics, summon nature's ally IX, veil, wall of fire. Caster level 20th; save DC 15 + spell level.
After 10 rounds of ritual and preparation- dismissal, dispel evil, dispel magic. Caster level 40th; save DC 15+ spell level.
Defensive Aura (Sp): A phoenix creature has a +5 deflection bonus to Armor Class. This ability is always in effect.
Immolation (Su): When the phoenix senses that death of it's host is near or any time it feels the need to, it can immolate itself and the host body as a full round action. This produces a cloud of flame in a 20 foot high, 15 foot radius spread. Each creature in the area takes 40d6 points of damage (Refelx DC22 half). Half of this damage is fire, the rest results directly from divine power and is therfore not subject to damage reduction by protection from elements (fire), fire shield (chill shield), or similar magic. This action doesnt harm the host body in any way, actually healing it to max hit points and healing anything wrong with them even regrowing lost limbs and removing any curses, but it kills the original phoenix and produces a new one. This new phoenix appears outside the body behind the host, fully grown and unharmed and arrives at the end of the round. The phoenix must decide whether to within the host body, in which case the host body is healed as above but is extremely tired and can take no actions for the next round, or the phoenix can choose to leave the host body which is done as explained above withe the new phoenix appearing outside the body.
Planar Travel (Su): A phoenix creature can enter and exit the Astral or the Ethereal Planes at will and navigate through these planes without error or risk.
Spell-like Metamagic (Ex): A phoenix creature can apply any one of its metamagic feats (empower spell, enlarge spell, extend spell, heighten spell, maximize spell) to a spell-like ability by using that ability as a full round action.
Telepathy (Su): A phoenix creature can communicate telepathically with any nonavian creature within 60 feet. It can also speak normally with any avians.
Uncanny Dodge (Ex): A phoenix creature retains its dexterity bonus to AC even when flat-footed, and it cannot be flanked. Even if it fails a spot check, it still knows that something is in the area; it merely lacks any details as to its exact location or description.
Immunity to Fire (Su): A phoenix creature has an immunity to all fire damage and has the power to control any fire in a 50 foot radius from the phoenix creature.
Phoenix Form (Su): At will a phoenix creature can wreath its body in flames that take that shape of a phoenix. These flames deal 1d8 damage per HD of the phoenix creature to any creature within a 5 foot radius of it.
Aside from the way the phoenix fuses with the creature above, this template can be given by 2 different spells. The first a spell cast by the phoenix to duplicate these powers and bestow them upon a creature it deems worthy. This spell is called Bestow Phoenix and I'll get to writing it up soon. This method removes the phoenix's mind from the above descriptions and changes the Immolation ability to make the phoenix creature die and be reborn as the same fully grown creature from the flames and deals the same damage and such.
The second spell is an evil spell called Take Phoenix and involves stealing the powers of a captured phoenix. Again the phoenix's mind is not present in the phoenix creature with this method and the Immolation ability changes to make the phoenix creature die and be reborn as the same fully grown creature from the flames and deals the same damage and such. And again I'll get to writing this spell up when i figure out how to.
Here's the spells I made for gaining the phoenix template, enjoy, critique is welcome on this and my templates. Again I am no good at the will saves and need ideas on what to put it as for the 2nd spell.
Bestow Phoenix
either evocation or transmutation
level: Sor 9 ?
Components: V- low harmless shriek made by the phoenix during casting, S- phoenix must be touching the target one of it's feathers of its wing, M- the feather that is touching the target is used up in the casting of this spell and does not grow back after it disintegrates after casting.
Casting Time: 1 minute
Range: touch
Target, Effect, or Area: target
Duration: permanent
Saving Throw: none
Spell Resistance:no
This spell is cast by a phoenix to duplicate and bestow its powers upon a creature it deems is worthy of such power. The target of this spell is expected to fight against evil with its powers. The phoenix is very cautious to use this spell, for one thing it loses one of its feathers permanently, but more importantly these powers in the wrong hands could be devastating to the innocent. As for casting this spell, the phoenix finds suitable being and uses its empathy or telepathy to inform them of it granting them a gift, the phoenix proceeds to touch the target with its feather and lets out a shriek that echoes for the duration of the spell, the phoenix ignites in a fantastic blaze and this blaze expands to the target, these flames dont harm either being. The phoenixes feather that it used to touch the target disintegrates at the end of the casting, the phoenix is left with a tired feeling and the target is informed via telepathy of its new powers and how to use them. The powers manifest 1 round after the spell is cast and the target has complete control over them. The phoenix recovers from its tired state after 1 minute.
Take Phoenix
either evocation or transmutation
level: Sor 9 ?
Components: V- evil chant, S, M- a live phoenix,
Casting Time: 1 hour
Range: close 10ft
Target, Effect, or Area: target
Duration: permanent
Saving Throw: will (negates)
Spell Resistance:no
This unimaginably evil spell is cast by an evil spellcaster to take the powers of a captive live phoenix and transfer said powers to a target creature, usually the caster. The phoenix, more than likely unwilling to give its powers to a creature of evil, is granted a will save to negate the attempts of the caster to steal its powers. The target, if unwilling, is granted a will save as well to stop the powers from being transferred to them, in which case the powers are returned to the phoenix. As for casting the spell, the caster must somehow have a captured live phoenix, usually in a magical cage, and must devote an hour to chanting and various somatic hand waving, at the end of the hour the phoenix is near death and has turned to a mortal nonmagical creature with no powers, if allowed to live the phoenix regains its magical nature and powers in 1 month and if possible will seek revenge against the caster. The phoenix that the power was stolen from can kill the being that stole the power permenantly by severeing the caster's head and burning it with its own flames to ashes. The phoenix is usually killed by the caster while it is a nonmagical creature and unable to return back to life.
He should be injured by this, but he shows no sign of having been hurt, and his mask shows as cold and expressionless as ever.
Suddenly, Arik vanishes.
Butcher feels a sharp pull as the Punjab Lasso tightens around his throat.
The dwarf whistles slightly and briefly and blue and white striped blob crawls from his pocket and quickly encases his entire body, even under the lasso, as if a second skin. A bracelet on his arm glows with black and purple energy.
He slowly and cautiously reaches under his cloak for the handle of one of his two wakizashi (basically a smaller katana for those that dont know).
. Nice character idea, whats your character's name?Anti-Magic Template
I saw the arcane ooze and then I saw the request for an anti-magic deity, so I decided to make a template for anti-magic creatures. I know this needs some work and isnt finished yet so, let me know what to change and PEACH it for me. Thanks.
Anti-Magic Creature
Anti-Magic is a template that can be applied to any creature with an intelligence higher than 3 (hereafter referred to as the "base creature"). The creatures type doesnt change. It uses all the base creature's statistics and special abilities except where noted here.
Size: Same as base creature.
Hit dice and Hit points: Same as base creature.?
initiative: Same as base creature.?
Speed: same as base creature.
Armor Class: same as base creature
Base Attack/Grapple: same as base creature,
Attack and Full Attack: same as base creature,
Damage: same as base creature
Space/Reach: same as base creature
Special Attacks: Spell Siphon,
Special Qualities: Magic Immunity, Anti-Magic Field Generation, Immune to Anti-Magic
Base Saves: same as base creature
Abilities: con +6, wis +2
Skills: Same as base creature.?
Feats: Same as base creature.?
Enviroment: same as base creature
Organization: same as base creature
Challenge Rating: +4?
Treasure: same as base creature
Alignment: usually neutral
Advancement: same as base creature
Level Adjustment: +?
Spell Siphon (Su): An anti-magic creature exerts a strange pull on magical energy. Any time a spell is cast within 60 feet of an anti-magic creature, the caster must make a Fortitude save or lose a random spell of the highest spell level that he has available. For every spell lost by a victim in this manner, the anti-magic creature gains temporary hit points equal to 5 X the level of the lost spell. These temporary hit points are lost after 1 hour.
Line of effect between the spellcaster and the anti-magic creature in necessary in order for this ability to work. The save DC is Constitution based.
Immunity to Magic (Ex): An anti-magic creature is immune to any spell or spell-like ability that allows spell resistance. In addition, certain spells or effects function differently against the creature, as noted below.
A magical attack that deals electricity damage increases the anti-magic creatures speed as if it had been affected by the haste spell for a number of rounds equal to the spell's level.
A magical attack that deals damage to an anti-magic creature heals an anti-magic creature of an amount of damage equal to half the damage that the spell would normally have caused.
Anti-Magic Field Generation (Ex): An anti-magic creature constantly generates an anti-magic field. This ability is sown into each and every part of there body and is directly proportional to their size. If a piece of the anti-magic creature is severed, it generates the anti-magic field for 1d4 hours but it is still proportional to the piece's size. The proportions are 5 feet plus 2 feet from the body per size category, for instance a medium creature will produce a 13 foot anti-magic field.
Immune to Anti-Magic (Ex): The same ability that allows an anti-magic creature to be immune to magic also allows it to be immune to its own anti-magic and the anti-magic of others. This allows it to use its supernatural abilities and cast spells and spell-like abilities.
Anti-Magic Creature
Anti-Magic is a template that can be applied to any creature with an intelligence higher than 3 (hereafter referred to as the "base creature"). The creatures type doesnt change. It uses all the base creature's statistics and special abilities except where noted here.
Size: Same as base creature.
Hit dice and Hit points: Same as base creature.?
initiative: Same as base creature.?
Speed: same as base creature.
Armor Class: same as base creature
Base Attack/Grapple: same as base creature,
Attack and Full Attack: same as base creature,
Damage: same as base creature
Space/Reach: same as base creature
Special Attacks: Spell Siphon,
Special Qualities: Magic Immunity, Anti-Magic Field Generation, Immune to Anti-Magic
Base Saves: same as base creature
Abilities: con +6, wis +2
Skills: Same as base creature.?
Feats: Same as base creature.?
Enviroment: same as base creature
Organization: same as base creature
Challenge Rating: +4?
Treasure: same as base creature
Alignment: usually neutral
Advancement: same as base creature
Level Adjustment: +?
Spell Siphon (Su): An anti-magic creature exerts a strange pull on magical energy. Any time a spell is cast within 60 feet of an anti-magic creature, the caster must make a Fortitude save or lose a random spell of the highest spell level that he has available. For every spell lost by a victim in this manner, the anti-magic creature gains temporary hit points equal to 5 X the level of the lost spell. These temporary hit points are lost after 1 hour.
Line of effect between the spellcaster and the anti-magic creature in necessary in order for this ability to work. The save DC is Constitution based.
Immunity to Magic (Ex): An anti-magic creature is immune to any spell or spell-like ability that allows spell resistance. In addition, certain spells or effects function differently against the creature, as noted below.
A magical attack that deals electricity damage increases the anti-magic creatures speed as if it had been affected by the haste spell for a number of rounds equal to the spell's level.
A magical attack that deals damage to an anti-magic creature heals an anti-magic creature of an amount of damage equal to half the damage that the spell would normally have caused.
Anti-Magic Field Generation (Ex): An anti-magic creature constantly generates an anti-magic field. This ability is sown into each and every part of there body and is directly proportional to their size. If a piece of the anti-magic creature is severed, it generates the anti-magic field for 1d4 hours but it is still proportional to the piece's size. The proportions are 5 feet plus 2 feet from the body per size category, for instance a medium creature will produce a 13 foot anti-magic field.
Immune to Anti-Magic (Ex): The same ability that allows an anti-magic creature to be immune to magic also allows it to be immune to its own anti-magic and the anti-magic of others. This allows it to use its supernatural abilities and cast spells and spell-like abilities.
Butcher reaches his left hand back and grabs the lasso around his neck and attempts to pull it off while drawing his other wakizashi with his right hand. He swings his sword at Arik's hand holding the lasso.
He stumbles a little due to the enfeebling effect of the Punjab Lasso and is consequently unable to make a good attack against the hand.
Domriso: The ability you're looking for is frost, although I like the idea of a character with a +5 Cake-baking greatsword of Frosting...I might need to get on of those...mmmm...cake. Anyway, nice idea. Look foward to meeting him in battle.
"Have fun in the grave," he says. He unloosens his weapon's hold on the Dwarf's neck and walks casually from the arena, rubbing his injured shoulder.
Ok thats sorted out.:OOC
BIC: Arik acted so fast that it was hard for Butcher to react. Before he knew it he was run through with his own blade and incapacitated by that vampiric weakness.
Suddenly his blob skin flings the blade straight up into the air and the dwarf sits upright with blood red eyes shining and catches his wakizashi on its descent back to the earth. He stands and stares at Arik with his back turned for a moment and decides... against attacking his former opponent.
"Ya beat me fair and square my friend, I'll admit to you winning that one but dont count on doing it the next time we meet." He sheaths his blade and calls his blob armor off. Butcher then walks over to Arik and extends his hand to "The Ghost", "Good match, I hope to fight ye again one of these days."
OOC (Again): Kaizer: Bad grammar is fine, but please use capitalization and punctuation. It makes reading your posts so much easier. Also, include OOC: (out of campaign) at the start of any non-roleplaying post or section. Thanks. And welcome to the arena.
OOC: As to fighting Korone's dragon, why, I'd love to...a chance to use the mysterious box maybe...:evillaugh
no scanner but something like thishttp://hugereviews.com/images/Movies/DBZ_TR3.jpg
See if this works:
You have to use the insert image option
Alternatively we could just say that Butcher's magic ring from the Lady of Pain would protect him from that sunlight blast of yours, It has the power to do so, so it works fine.
Seraphine beat me to the punch on helping Kaizer with his image, cool of you to help out there Seraphine.
Kaizer: yep I've seen Broly so I can imagine the green armor. :OOC
I thought that was pretty cool. Still, I guess the lord of Baator is entitled to keep his NPCs around. Next time, though...And Korone's open for any kind of match. The old bunch of black scales' ready to kick all of you. ;):OOC
Also I wanted to make an announcement that this thread will be kept as the thread for random OOC posts and character postings and a new thread will be made for in character posts.
Feedback for that idea is welcome. Korone just PM'd me suggesting the new in character thread to help organize things. Anyway let me know what you all think of that idea. I'll do the new thread either tomorrow afternoon or friday. :OOC
Also, just thought I'd mention that I'm thinking of turning this into a giant word document/book thing depending on how it turns out. If I do, I'll post the resulting document here.
However, the NPC battles should be conducted here, at least until this last one (mine) is finished.
Maybe have a PvP and a PvNPC thread?
Really, Korone? You think the giant fire-breathing dragon can take down the artificer? I've got a few dragon-slaying tricks up my sleeve. I either sense a contest building, or the beginning of a truly frightening team (if they ever allow those). Maybe both. Let's try it sometime.
next my guy has to weapons one sword made called sayain sword its made out of one of dragon scales when I go ozaru it increases in size to
my dragon had 7 permanent increase size spells on it take that korone
and is it possible to be half sayain half titan?Also, what does going ozaru mean? Where is that from?
I'll have a link in this thread on the first post on page 1 and a link in my Sig.
Yes we will finish Gideon's NPC battle here and then decide what to do after that. I'll toss around, and think about and sicuss with the judges and all of you players have a say in this too so feel free to speak your mind about it, the ideas for PvP and PvNPC threads being seperate, good idea Gideon.
I like the little competition building here between Korone and Gideon and Kaizer, just dont let it get out of hand.
Also a good idea on the word document, I have all the in character posts saved in a word documentand will be organizin it then posting it into the IC thread.
Kaizer: You may develop your characteras much as you like until it enters a match and then development will be on hold and the only thing you may do is add items, we'll play that off in character as dealing with the demons or ambassadors in the stands or other players even. So yes all those changes are fine. :OOC
As to the Korone competition...It won't get out of hand (I hope), as I for one am quite fond of his concept, and wouldn't want to alienate it (Gideon needs a powerhouse on his side...he's not the toughest guy around) :D.
For now though, I must be off to sleep before Aya gets on me about being an insomniac again :P . I'll be back on tomorrow at 12ish for a little while.
And the ozaru, I believe is the gargantuan monkey form of the saiyans. Hence his gargantuan monkey one word post. :OOC
Male human Sorcerer 4
HD: 4d4+?+3
Init: +6 (+2 Dex +4 Imp. Init.)
Speed: 30ft.
AC: 13 (+2 Dex, +1 bracers of armor) or 21 (+2 Dex, +1 bracers of armor, +4 mage armor, +4 shield)
BAB/Grapple: +2/+2
Attack: Light mace +2 melee (1d8) or light crossbow +4 ranged (1d8)
Full Attack: Light mace +2 melee (1d8) or light crossbow +4 ranged (1d8)
Space/Reach: 5ft./5ft.
SA: Spellcasting
SQ: none
Saves: Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +6
Ability Scores: Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 14, Cha 18 (+1 ability increase)
Skills: Bluff +11, Concentration +8, Craft (decorative cakes) +10, Knowledge (arcana) +10, Profession (cook) +9, Spellcraft +10
Feats: Improved Initiative, Practiced Spellcaster, Toughness
AL: NG
Spells: Casts spells as a 4th level Sorcerer. Spells/day: 6/7/4
Spells known: 6/3/1; 0—mage hand, prestidigitation, daze, arcane mark, light, acid splash; 1st—magic missile, mage armor, shield; 2nd—scorching ray.
Gear: Bracers of armor +1, dimension stride boots, scroll of mount (2), scroll of burning hands (2), scroll of wall of smoke (2), scroll of lesser orb of electricity (2), scroll of lesser orb of acid (2), scroll of lesser orb of frost (2), scroll of lesser orb of fire (2) scroll of chill touch (2), scroll of fist of stone (2), scroll of greater mage hand (2), scroll of ray of clumsiness (2), scroll of ray of enfeeblement (2), scroll of web, scroll of blur, scroll of invisibility, scroll of combust, scroll of bonefiddle, potion of cure light wounds (5).
Yes, having 2000gp to burn on scrolls does leave you with 29 scrolls. :D
If you don't know what any of these are, PM me back and I'll explain them.
He gestures, though it looks like he failed to do anything as he continues to hang in the air, wincing.+
OOC:This place looks a lot more active than when I last checked...excellent.
At worst, Korone will respawn a couple of days later or I'll simply bring in a new character. Should be fun.
school bwhahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaHalf sayain half titan spell like ablities all of the ones in mm1 and the evil ones
OOC: I wouldn't cackle just yet, unless the judges agree there will be no monkey-business, assuming you're using Kojin_Delacour's Saiyan race.
And second, numbers mean nothing here... Remember that well. Victory is based on character and roleplay... so a huge dragon can fall as easily as a malnourished elvish child, or the child can be as hard to defeat as the mighty dragon...
Rest assured that if possible, Korone will survive any match I fight him in (unless this turns into a heated rivalry).
IC: Not so...cocky now...are...you? Still, I...grow bored with your...struggles. So, much as I...hate to part...with a Bag of Holding...I bid you...goodbye.
Gideon produces a bag and wraps it around the tip of another bolt, made of glass. He aims and fires, and the bolt tumbles through the air, slowly and innacurately. However, his foe is stuck in place, and so the bolt connects, shattering on the warlock's chain mail, and revealing a small black fabric sphere, which momentum carries foward into the bag. Space seems to stretch and shrink at the same time as a gap of eye-watering colorlessness tears apart the fabric of reality. Warlock, harpoon and bag vanish, sucked through the rift into another dimension. Smiling, Gideon reaches for a potion and takes a swing. His wounds heal quickly as his acid burns vanish.
Ah...much better. A worthy foe, your lordship, and one whom I made the mistake of underestimating. For that reason, I have spared him his life...that is if your servants can recover him from his prison.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go find myself a new Portable Hole.
OOC: If you have a counter to this, Post it and I'll edit my post to accomidate for it. I also think this should become standard practice, due to the addition of counter-spelling and immediate actions. Just an idea for the judges to think about.
+As Gideon reaches for his potion, a hand grabs his shoulder. He instantly feels any wards on him dissolve, as Kyranoc strikes with his mace...+
OOC: Never underestimate warlocks: Flee-the-scene, by which a warlock invokes a dimensional door, and leaves an illusion of himself at the former place.
Follow that with a touch dispel invocation by which a warlock can gain a little health at the expense of another buffs...
Gideon: Good idea on the counter and editing thusly, I'll talk it over with Khael and Aya and see what they think.
When this last NPC match between Gideon and Kyranoc is over with, then we'll decide which players will do the PvP match that we want to try out next. :OOC
BIC:
Gods damn you you infernal menace! I am up to HERE with your ****.
Gideon whirls around, enraged.
I would have let you live...killing a foe has no real purpose...but now you've worn out my patience. My mercy has dried up. DIE!
He whips out a weapon resembling a crossbow/gatling gun hybrid and fires it directly in the face of his foe. The entire stadium is filled with a burning red glare as dozens of crimson beams erupt from the barrels of the weapon and char the flesh off the changling's skull. Molten skin drips to the ground, blood boils almost instantly, bones char and crumble, and, after several seconds the blackened remnants of Kyranoc's body ingite violently as the warlock falls slowly foward onto Gideon.
Gideon hurls the burning corpse to the ground in disgust. As he stalks out of the arena, he whispers one phrase over and over again.
You would have lived.
The next match will start there if everybody is fine with that. That match will be a PvP match following one of the following options:
Option A: Septimus vs Tyrion
Option B: Korone vs Gideon
Option C: Korone vs Turlus (Kaizer's character)
Option D: Korone and Gideon vs Septimus and Tyrion (New idea I just came up with, feedback on that?) :OOC
Try to say everything you need to say in one post and if you have something else to say within the next few minutes after posting then press the edit button on the bottom right corner of that post of yours and you can add more information to it.
That is not meant to be reprimanding or demeaning to you so please dont take it the wrong way. Its only intended to help your interaction with other people on these boards. Thank you.
Dont worry, I have had little experience with mechanics myself and thusly am not very good at their use. You dont have to follow the mechanics so dont worry about that. :OOC
Option D: Korone and Gideon vs Septimus and Tyrion (New idea I just came up with, feedback on that?)
Though, I'm pretty sure Korone could be a match for all these.
If ever the three want to match him, go ahead. I already have ideas to give some fun to three opponents at the same time. And I'm okey for an eventual 1 on 1 fight too. :OOC
I beleive it will just be a 1 on 1 match between Septimus and Tyrion to keep things simple and we already scheduled for that one too.
I'm thinking up an NPC for you to fight against Kaizer, and dont worry because we were all kids wanting to fit in at one time or another, I just hope that we have helped you to better your methods of posting to help you out.
Heres the NPC: A red dragon born in a timeflux, chronomancer/seer/sorceror :OOC
BIC: As Turlus walks his dragon into the arena, a colossol red dragon steps forth to answer his request. The red bows to the saiyan's obsidian dragon and speaks in a soft voice, "My name is Kyr and I shall be your opponent for this round."
He glances at the saiyan and calms himself to prepare for the match ahead.
Go ahead for the fight between Septimus and Tyrion, we'll see later. :OOC
i tell my dragon to be ready
BIC: Kyr appears behind Turlus and his dragon and 5 fireballs are heading towards Turlus at the same time The red dragon is attack with his breath weapon from behind the saiyan and its mount.
Also a few questions about your post. You fly upwards right? that works fine, I'm assuming by shooting at it you mean shooting at Kyr. Try and be more specific with your actions. :OOC
BIC: The red dragon 'sees' the blast coming and promptly flies up and back slightly to avoid the blast and throws a clear ball of energy towards Turlus' dragon. The ball of clear energy seems to warp the space around it and is moving quite slowly towards the saiyan.
cost 50 ki points for 20feet
ic i tele port 80 feet away and cast chain death at kyr ooc spell compendium
http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?t=163848
my dragon casts greater electric vegence at kyr and burrows under ground
ooc phb2 20d6
BIC: The clear ball implodes and sends a shock wave out disrupting the spells that Turlus cast and slowing time temporarily, allowing Kyr to move extremely fast.
Kyr moves in between the lightning bolts and chain of death that were thrown off course by the shock wave.
The slow time effect wears off and everything is back to normal speed. The chain death and lightning flying off in the direction they were heading originally and harmlessly slamming against an invisible force just before reaching any of the 'people' in the stands.
EDIT: Sorry, I jus checked the time of your edit Kaizer and noticed u edited saying that your dragon went underground, sorry bout not seeing that.
BIC: Kyr uses a wall of force to buy himself some time. The blast smashes against the wall and breaks through but strikes only air on the other side.
The red dragon has stopped time and moved to the side of the saiyan and readied a claw swipe to slash his tail off and proceeds to tackle Turlus as he slashes through the tail.
"You'll have to do better than that, remember monkey, I have time on my side." Kyr says in his soft voice as he grapples with the slowly shrinking Turlus.
ooc 7 mil is enough to destroy plane :evillaughBIC: Kyr tumbles over the small saiyan and then sees that he turns invisible. The red dragon sees the huge blast coming at him and that its just too big to avoid. The blast strikes the ground and produces a large cloud of smoke so that no one can see what has happened to Kyr.
BIC: The smokes clears and there is no sign of the dragon in the large crater left behind from that blast.
A pit fiend acting as referee comes out and begins counting to 20 in a booming deep voice. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8..."
OOC: I'll let you act before I say what happens next. Its fine, we'll continue tomorrow or whenever you get back. :OOC
if that fails dragon pops out of ground and trans forms into little cell flys up his nose goes itno his brain and goes to the center and transforms back
BIC: The crater begins repairing itself and theres is still no sign of Kyr as the chain death blasts away at the ground.
The devil continues counting, "9...10...11...12...13...14...15...16"
Suddenly a warping and swirling clear portal opens behind Turlus and out comes a scorched and battered red dragon with tattered abd burned skin.
"I had hoped I could withstand the heat from that blast but the pressure was too much and it was hot enough to still scorch me." He spits out in a rough but still soft spoken voice, as he slashes at the saiyan with his razor sharp claws that are now sheathed in flames.
He dissappears for a moment and then a ball of that warping imploding force and a lightning bolt appear on the other side of Turlus heading straight for the saiyan.
thor is in is brain transformed back
BIC: Kyr feels the twinge of a headache and feels his head starting to split. He freezes time but cannot move because Thor is still frozen in place inside of his head.
At least the headache is stopped momentarily so that Kyr has a second to thing. He tries teleporting but that only manages to drag the frozen dragon with him. He does a few more spells that will remian secret for the time being.
Finally he admits defeat and unfreezes time, Kyr's head explodes outward in a gorey mess spraying brains and bone shards and other various bodily fluids all over the arena.
The lifeless and headless red dragon falls to the ground with a crash and lands in the reforming crater and is buried beneath the arena floor.
The pit fiend referee declares that Turlus and Thor have won the battle.
OOC: Yep I'm going to bed too. I'll be up between 8-10, dont have anything to do til tomorrow night so I'll be able to post here all day long. :OOC
if you let me or would that be a steroid if not ill buy alot of sensu beans and buy a 32 once camelpak insert it in my armor a bean holds about a 100th of a drop of liquid in a bean and a 100 drops in a ounce do the math OOC: Kaiser, I've afraid if you're going to be using these 'power levels' you first have to show us (the judges) the rules on them by PM or link, and then get a go-ahead on it. This isn't a rules-using game but if no-one else has any idea on the effects you're using we'll have to treat them as nothing more than flashy lights-and-sound tricks.
Also based on the titan stuff I'm guessing you're ECL would be somewhere epic, so if the power-stuff is from class levels that pretty much overkill.
The same for the items list (other than the rubber armour, I think we get that- armour that stretches when you enlarge instead of bursting apart right?)
And a level 20 cleric gets 6/5+1/5+1/5+1/5+1/5+1/4+1/4+1/4+1/4+1 or so. As to spells what spells, if you've got a PHB, check the cleric spell list, you've got all of them to use.
I never checked into OA if any description on ki was in there, I dont own or plan to own it any time soon.
I'm guessing all the matches are over now. We're discussing whether to start the PvP match here or in the new thread now.
Ok its been decided, theres a new rule: Links and/or explanations for things are mandatory or assumptions will be made for time's sake and the assumption will stand over the actual effect of the subject in question.
That is also edited into the first post on the first page.
Also decided upon was that for now the Septimus vs Tyrion match will take place in this thread. Th triumvirate will decide later today what to use the new thread for. So SeptimusMagistos and Lord_Bahamut, you may start your match whenever you get the chance. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen stands and walks to the edge of the balcony and overlooks the now quiet arena. He speaks and his voice carries throughout the silenced arena, "Tyrion, Septimus, report to the arena for your scheduled match." The archfiend returns to his seat and the silence fades back into the usual roar of the crowd.
Sorcen turns to Aya and they commune silently, then he says to both judges at once,"Good vs good, this shall be interesting."
im going to a cleric to have check up (those spells the dragoncast on me that im ingnorant of imjust quessing a cleric acts as a doctor and the power level thing is 250 points is 1d8 damage and to tell power level you first roll 3 d 100 then *con modifier and multiply that by hit dice and multiply by 2 for every near death experince im going to recalculate my power level now its.......... 1368000 * 10 in ozaroo oooops sorry
OOC: Just wanted to let everyone know that I added a couple items to Tyrion's stuff. I'll post them later:OOC
I'll discuss that power level system with the other judges and see. The numbers and other crunch dont matter so I dont see a problem with it. And yes a cleric is usually a doctor type but also takes place in the fighting and they can be evil you know so they can worship an evil god and cast harm spells instead of healing ones. Clerics are a very varied and versatile class although they usually arent played that way. :OOC
On this note, between this and the next battle, Arik receives his old +1 ghost touch rapier in addition to his Punjab Lasso. I mentioned this to Sorcen via PM at the end of the Arik/Butcher duel. I wished I had doen so previously, but I didn't want to look like I was cheating, so I waited till the end.
BIC:
Septimus rushes onto the arena.
"Sorry I'm late, everyone! But the master magician is here at last, so let's get this party started!"
Septimus proceeds to buff himself.
Any custom ones will have to be explained, and should really be in the description or added between matches. Added items between matches will be explained as dealing with the devils or ambassadors in the crowd or other people in the arena. :OOC
OOC: Just to let everyone know, Tyrion's boot's of striding and springing give him a 120ft. speed.
uuuuh my key board broke i had to buy a new one
OOC: We didnt need to know that. Please dont post something that pointless on here. Thanks. And we still need more info on that powerlevel system but you should probably PM that to Khael as he is the one asking for it mostly.
The judges have decided that item lists would be best so please write them up and post them. Go ahead with the match still, its off to a good start. :OOC
Septimus fires off a Quickened Soundball(Fireball with energy substitution), followed by Greater Dispel Magic
You can do OOC posts over there but keep them to a bare minimum and try to accompany them with IC posts if you have to do them.
SeptimusMagistos and Lord_Bahamut, Your match will stay here so keep going. Its looking great so far. :OOC
"I can see that this will be no ordinary battle. I must find a way to deal with your speed. Ah, this will do nicely."
Septimus strikes the ground with his staff. The ground trembles slightly.
The problem with the item list is that Gideon is an Artificer, so many of his items are custom. If there's something really important, I'll mention it, but things may just appear. Sorry. Anyway, now over to the IC thread to do battle.
OHMYGOSH A DRAGON. I LOVE DRAGONS. THANKYOUSOMUCH. Anyway, here is my profile:Tarak, Crusader of Law, Slayer of Chaos, Keeper of Balance
Tarak is Lawful Neutral Phrenic Pseudonatural Paragon Thri-Kreen of Legend(Dont sue me, Korone is probably around about as powerful as I am, if not more)who posesses immense power and magical talent. He spent most of his younger years learning to hunt and survive in the vast desert he lived in. That is, until he stumbled upon an Extraplanar portal during a hunt. Curiosty overwhelmed him, and he stepped inside. Beyond the portal was the Far Realms themselves. He wandered around in awe, not realising that the overwhelming chaotic energies were slowly transforming him. Tarak wandered around for a little while longer until he emerged from yet another portal. The chaotic energies had taken their toll:Tarak now seemed to have an aura of malice surronding him, and the chitinous plates that surronded his body were harder than any known metal. Not only that, but he showed many unusual abilities, such as massive strength, and magical abilities, such as warping to one spot to another(If you haven`t realised, he is a Pseudonatural now). The last straw was when several long, barbed tentacles sprouted from his back. He was then exilied from the tribe. He then spent many long years gaining favour from the Ruby Sorceress, Wee Jas, training as a cleric in her name and eventually being rewarded for serving her(Paragon and Monster of Legend). Then, one faithful day, he came across a large cave. He entered and saw upon a pedestal two greatswords, made out of solidified force. In a vision, many gods came to him, asking whether he wished to serve them as the Keeper of Balance and to maintain balance everywhere. Tarak accepted, taking the two blades from the pedestal. Ever since, he has been maintaing balance across the planes. He has recently come to Baator to gradually balance out the Blood War, but was captured and taken to Sorcens` arena.....
Items:
Blades of Balance(10+ Axiomatic Power Anarchic Power Unholy Power Holy Power Enfeebling Acidic Burst Blurstrike Vorpal Brilliant Energy(Can change between energy and standard as a free action) Greater Wounding Greater Dispelling Dread(Same Type As Enemy) Greatswords
Blade of Ultimate Law(Axiomatic Power Vorpal Blurstrike Acidic Blast Brilliant Energy(Can change between energy and standard as a free action) Greater Wounding Greater Dispelling Dread(Same Type As Enemy)Keeper`s Fang(Except it deals lawful instead of evil damage and the soul of the enemy is imprisoned in Nirvana)Speed Stalactite(Save DC 47)Knockback Almighty Distruption(DC 57) Distance Everdancing Triple Throw Greatsword)
Deck Of Illusions
Amulet Of The Planes
Figure Of Wonderous Power(Obsidian Steed)
HeadBand of Intellect
Ring Of Evasion
Ring Of Mind Sheilding
Belt Of Giant`s Strength+6
Bracers Of Armour+13
try to view the sheet now its alot to write in a post.
for stats and things like that for krono view here krono Its a whole character sheet but its the nesesitys for what we do here. thats it let me know when I can hands of somebody.:D
OOC: The link either doesn't work or it doesn't let us see the sheet. Really all you need is a list of equipment and race/classes plus any effects they may have that aren't RAW legal (should you want any).
. Thanks for the cookies, delicious. I was beginning to wonder where you had gotten to Kronos, as usual Khael is right with everything in his post.
I'm assuming the name of the character will be Krono so I'll add that to my character list and change it later if need be. :OOC
"I'm getting knocked down all over today. Well, no problem."
Septimus performs a few quick movements with his fingers. As he does this, his form changes once again, so that his legs disappear under a wide base, while his face is slightly transformed.
"Hm, monks with spells are annoying. Well, I'll soon put a stop to that."
Septimus starts to chant as mysterious glowing runes rise up.
Thanks and hopefully that will help this thread flow more smoothly.
Ill sit here and eat my cookie.
Also I was thinking about making a new thread just for random fights but I may just have all fights go to the IC thread or do a few matches here if too many are going on in the IC thread. These are just rambling ideas for now though so dont worry about this part much.
These two matches going on now are to hone our judging skills and the matches arent far enough along just yet to judge them well. Soon we'll be able to do about 4 matches at once, again this isnt set in stone so dont go on this. Ok thats all my rambling for now. :OOC
Just as a note, Arik hopes he gets a chance to fight the she-devil.
There are links to both threads, this one and the IC thread, in my sig and I posted a link to it in the 3rd post on this page. But here's another IC link anyway: IC thread
OOC: Also I PMed lone_ranger_84 and am currently waiting a response about what his "Hello" post in the IC thread was all about. Korone and Gideon: What you two did was good, just edit those when you get the chance. :OOC
I can give you a response for ranger. I was trying to help him find this thread and he couldn't figure out why the was only one page of matierial when I was looking at six pages of stuff so he typed a post and then we found where he was looking forward to being so you can just ignore his little "hello"
I figured I had confused some people with my answers to the 'how much are we doing IC in this thread' questions, so I'll post a little something to clarify.
Basically we'll post out of match character dialogue and actions here in this thread. I'll use Butcher to talk to some of you so there is an example. :OOC
BIC: The now re-cloaked dwarf is leaning against a support beam for the roof structure housing the arena combatants eagerly waiting for their chance at battle. He sees the slightly draconic looking drow(Krono) and decides to say hi. "Hello there drow, Me name be Butcher."
Hestaby is the kind of mad genius that comes around once in a century. Not content with the slow accumulation of power that comes naturally as a dragon ages, Hestaby has used a unique brand of centuries-ahead-of-her-time science, bleeding-edge construct enchantment theory, her own naturally-occurring dragon magic, and a healthy dollop of her own special brand of near-madness to churn out a seemingly endless stream of bizzare magical artifacts that dragons centuries her senior have a difficult time understanding.
There follows an incomplete list of her creations. Hestaby is always tinkering, and their capabilities are somewhat fluid, so I will content myself with a qualitative rather than quantintative description of each one.
DragonShell rideable construct series
DragonShells are an innovative kind of magical construct which are inert by themselves, but tremendously agument the capabilities of a dragon that decides to pilot them. Mechanically, they are best represented with the d20 Future mecha rules.
DragonShell I: The prototype for the series, the DragonShell I is a skeletal mithral-and-darkwood construction about the size of an elephant, though lower. Merely built for proof of concept, the DragonShell I has minimal agumentative capabilities.
DragonShell II: The testbed for a number of auxiliary subsystems found on larger DragonShells, the DragonShell II is approximately the size of the Mark I, but much more solidly constructed, with a main body of bronzewood and mithral built around an adamantine armature. Its defensive systems include an inbuilt magical resistance to all elements, moderate spell resistance (stronger around the pilot to prevent them from being directly targeted by baleful effects), thin plates of astral driftmetal to defend the pilot from incorporeal attack, and standard magical durability enhancement. Its offensive systems include magical enhancements to the built-in claws and a 'breath weapon' of magical force sufficient to cave in a castle wall.
It also features magical sensors that magically sharpen Hestaby's senses as well as providing equivilents to Detect Magic, Detect Scrying, and See Invisibility, .
An array of Decanters of Endless Water built into numerous places on the construct's body provide thrust for an emergency maneuvering system.
DragonShell IIp: The IIp approximately duplicates the abilities of the Mark II, but by psionic rather than magical means. It is marginally weaker than the Mark II in all respects. It has a much more striking appearence, with psionically reinforced crystal tubing throughout the entire superstructure delivering a constant load of emulsified crystals in charged ectoplasm.
A powerful Antimagic Field surrounds it to a distance of about 60 feet.
DragonShell IIf: The IIf is a much-lightened version of the Mark II, discarding the adamantine skeleton and bronzewood bracing for mithral and darkwood respectively. It is much more physically frail, but the decreased weight in conjunction with a greater number of Decanters Of Endless Water allow it true flight.
DragonShell III: This is much larger and much more complex than any of the preceding models. It is constructed almost entirely of mithral and adamantine, with occasional obdurium reinforcements at critical points. It approaches twenty feet long and two hundred tons.
Its passive defensive systems include an inbuilt magical resistance to all elements vastly more powerful then that incorporated into the Mark II, strong spell resistance with an antimagic field around the pilot to prevent them from being directly targeted by baleful effects, simultaneous presence in the Material and Astral Planes, trace amounts of the dinivation-interfering metal urdrukar, and tremendous durability enhancement. Its active defensive systems include a primitive point defense system revolving around magic missiles, and a device that projects canisters of intensely magical teal smoke. This teal smoke utterly blocks vision and darkvision, as well as severely interfering with blindsight, blindsense, and magical divination effects. It also produces the effect of a wild magic zone in its area of effect, making spellcasting hazardous.
Its offensive systems include intense magical enhancements to the built-in claws, a 'breath weapon' of magical force sufficient to completely raze a castle wall, and devices capable of projecting barrels of alchemist's fire, alchemist's frost, alchemist's spark, acid, or acidic fire.
It also features magical sensors that magically sharpen Hestaby's senses as well as providing equivilents to Detect Magic, Detect Scrying, and True Seeing. They can penetrate the teal smoke put out by her canisters only to a limited degree.
DragonShell IIIe: The IIIe approximately duplicates the abilities of the Mark III, but largely replaces its composite construction with the magically malleable metal entropium. While it is heavier, slower, clumsier and less durable than the Mark III, it has limited self-repair and self-alteration abilities.
DragonShell Evangelion: An expirimental model, the DragonShell EVA is a suit of obdurium armor fused around the magically and surgically altered, as well as partially reanimated, corpse of a dead god from the Far Realms. Hestaby herself is unsure if the plating is to protect the Evangelion- or to restrain it. At over a hundred feet high at the shoulder, only the largest true dragons can hope to match its size, and next to nothing short of diefic forces can match its physical power. Its capabilities are largely unknown even to Hestaby, but she is reasonably certain that it has no inherent ranged attacks.
Hestaby controls it only through a fickle magical-psionic interface that directly projects her conciousness into the construct: disturbingly, it has acted without her intervention on multiple occasions, and has sometimes entered a berserker state.
It looks significantly less dragonlike than any of the other models: its void-black armor plating, vertical fins or blades over each shoulder, sleek and threatening general styling, and facial structure broadly similar to a ceratopsid dinasaur combine to create an alien and terrifying impression.
Hestaby feels shaky and mentally unbalanced after using it. Though she'd never admit it, it scares her to death, chiefly because she doesn't really understand it or how she built it: she will use it only under the direst circumstances.
DragonShell Harness: Required for Hestaby to control any of the DragonShells, the Harness is magically keyed to each of the DragonShells, which are kept in storage in her lair when not in use. It can teleport a DragonShell directly around her about once every three minutes: if she is already in one, it can teleport the current one back home and bring another one to replace it. It punches through planar and magical impediments to teleportation with ease.
Draconic amphetamine (expended, see IC thread)
Positive/negative annhialation device (three-part separated flask: one part ground-up voidstone emulsified in fiend's blood, one part ground-up Phylactary of Undead Turning emulsified in celestial blood, one part modified scrap of Bag of Holding.
Single loose canister of magical teal smoke (see DragonShell III)
Anti-teal smoke goggles (see IC thread)
Note: The multiple DragonShells are there to make fights across a number of different power gradients plausible and interesting. I had to put in the Evangelion specifically for you, Korone.
Hmmmm. . .guess my welcome's a little late, seeing as you've all been here for about a month now. . .but. . .uh. . .welcome all the same! :D
I've been reading through your campaign Sorcen_Anenooata and I must congratulate you, and all the participants, on a job well done! Your tournament has brought so many people to these boards and inspired so much creativety among everyone taking part in it. Great job guys!
I do however have one small concern about fighting that's talking place in this arena. Although these boards are completely "free-form," and require no dice to play on, there is one golden rule that should be followed when making posts here, and that rule is "Freedom of Destiny."
What is Freedom of Destiny you ask? It's simply this:
Each player is in full control of what happens to his or her character at all times. It is up to the player to decide whether their character, or their character’s items, is affected in any way by the actions of another player.
In other words, you can never state the results or your attack against your opponent, because doing so violates your opponent's Freedom of Destiny. Here's an example:
Gideon aims his staff at Korone and invisible blades scour Korone's body, ripping off strips of flesh, which fall to the ground.
Here's a perfect example of a player breaking another player's Freedom of Destiny. Sorry Gideonson, I don't mean to pick on you, and don't worry, your not the only person guilty of breaking FOD (Freedom of Destiny). ;)
By stating that his spell tore through Korone's Flesh, Gideonson didn't give Korone's player a fair chance to defend himself. Gideonson's attack should have been worded something like this:
Gideon aims his staff at Korone and unleashes a deadly hail of invisible blades towards the ancient dragon's body.
It's basically the same attack, only now it's been worded in such a way that it allows Korone the freedom to choose his character's fate. Will his character be struck by the full force of the attack? Will he be merely grazed by it? Or will he dodge it completely? Only Korone has the right the state what will happen to his character. No one else is allowed to make that decision for him. Hence why the rule is called "Freedom of Destiny."
Now, having said that, if each player keeps completely dodging his opponent’s attack, the battle will soon become incredibly boring. Yes, both players should dodge the occasional attack now and then, but they should also both allow their opponent to hit them and deal some real damage. It's absolutely NO FUN playing against an opponent who dodges all of your attacks, especially when you’ve allowed him to hit your character.
Anyway, I think that pretty much wraps up what I wanted to say. I hope I didn't offend anyone by posting this, as that wasn't my intent, and I do sincerely apologize if I did. All I wanted to do is make sure that you're all aware of "Freedom of Destiny." It is a rule on these boards. However, if you'd rather not play with that rule on this arena thread that's perfectly alright, but do be aware of it just in case you ever wish to join another one of the campaigns here on the Map of the Planes. If you're caught breaking Freedom of Destiny in another campaign, you may be asked to leave the story.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. If you have anymore questions about Freedom of Destiny, please click here to read all about it.
- PoisonBlade
The cloaked elf looks over and waves, then returns to eating his cookie.
(OOC) you dont see Krono's face he's very consious about his looks(/OOC)
. Your character looks interesting.PoisonBlade: Thanks for posting that, it should help things along in here. I was aware of the Freedom of Destiny rule but I didnt really say anything about it here. Thanks for the compliments on my arena. I think using FOD would make things work a little better here so we'll go ahead and at least try it out if nobody minds.
Dont worry, I wont penalize anyone for messing up on this rule, just try to follow it and get the hand of it for now and we'll see if we should keep it around here or not.
Kronos451: Cool, research and planning can always make for a good character. Dont worry bout making the whole character sheet and all. The first post on the first page shows how the characters are set up. :OOC
BIC: Butcher nods his understanding and leans his head back against the post and continues with his catnap.
"Fool. Do you really believe that your magic can defeat me?"
Septimus yells out a single word and is covered in a shimmering globe.
While he watches one of the more minor duels, Sorcen becomes aware of a soft prodding at his ankle.
"Excuse me..."
He looks down to see a silver dragon about the size of a large housecat looking up at him. It's an unnervingly intense stare.
"Would you very much mind providing a blood sample? I need it for an expiriment-one or two drops will do. I know that the answer is probably no, but it never hurts to ask."
It grins a snaggletoothed grin.
"It'll make the next fight much more interesting, I promise you."
His face portrays a bit of curiosity at the strange request, "Sorry friend but Aya is the only one that gets my blood. Out of curiosity though, and perhaps a chance to change my mind, what do you need it for?"
"I think if I can emulsify ground-up voidstone in fiend's blood, take the same quantinty of similarly-treated celestial blood, and combine them in a section of the Astral distorted to form a Cabali-Yau space, I can get a matter-to-energy conversion approaching one-to-one efficiency!."
This is the point where people normally start looking blank, so Hestaby simplifies.
"A very big explosion. The theory goes that the more powerful a being I get the blood from, the bigger the boom, which is why I asked you first. Thanks for being cool about it-I'll go find somebody else. Do you know of anyone in the crowd that's from around here, and might be willing to trade for tidbits of magical theory?"
BIC: The archfiend grins, "Oh dont worry, I understand all you say. I'm not just a pretty face ya know." He motions towards a large dark red bull headed devil in the front row of the stands.
"That is Akaresk, a great devil from my universe. He relishes in magical knowledge so if you have something worthwhile then he will likely give some of his blood for your cause. Just tell him I sent you and I'll nod when when he looks up to verify it."
Hestaby's eyes widen to the size of saucers, and she speaks in an awestruck voice.
"You do understand? Wow! That's the first time that's happened in...ever!"
She rubs up against Sorcen's ankle and begins weaving through the ankles of the crowd with a spring in her step.
[i]If I win, I'll forfeit the prize if it means a chance to just talk with this fellow every now and then. Nobody's ever been able to keep up with me.[/i]
After almost getting her tail stepped on by a careless gelugon, Hestaby finds Akaresk but has a difficult time catching his eye. Akwardly spreading her wings in the cramped quarters, she flutters to eye level.
"Pardon me. Sorcen said to say he sent me...?"
BIC: The bull-headed devil sees the small creature flying in front of it and thinks to swat the pest away at first but after hearing the name of Sorcen he lowers his hand and glances up to Sorcen. Sorcen nods and smiles to Akaresk and the devil turns his attention back to Hestaby.
He speaks in a hearty and almost dwarven tone, "What is it that you wish shiny one? Feel free to land and take a load off." He motions at the edge of the wall seperating the stands from the arena floor some fifty feet below.
A vanishingly tiny speck on a thin leather cord expands at this, until it reaches its full size and shape- a flat iron bar with a small button on one end. Hestaby flaps a bit harder to compensate for the weight until she manages to press the button, which abruptly anchors it in midair, and Hestaby along with it.
"Man, those things are useful. Do you have any idea how much kinetic you can get out of one of 'em if you change the reference frame?
Oh! Right! Deal!
Sorcen told me that you're willing to trade for arcane knowledge. I have plenty of that. I need the blood of a powerful fiend for an expiriment. I don't have any of that."
Hestaby swings upside down like a songbird on a perch, grinning widely.
"I have therefore become aware of a potential non-zero-sum transaction. Yes?"
The bull-headed devil just stares blankly at the silver dragon for a moment. "Oh ok, you want my blood in exchange for some magical knowledge. Hmm, yea I'm game. You seem to have many magical thingies on you, what would you be willing to part with?"
He scratches his head still dumbfounded by the words of Hestaby, but then grins and remembers his dealings here.
reaching into the folds of his cloak krono pulls out four fist sized balls and levitates them in to the air. the balls begin to make circles as if he was juggleing them but not touching them.But how can I demonstrate? Hmmm, let me think...
Name something in the arena that you can move around easily. Your watch, an underling, a rock you can cast Telekinesis on. Anything."
"Oh by the way, what is a watch?" Akaresk says with a confused look. (rhetorical question, dont worry about answering this).
"Something that...doesn't exist in this cosmology yet, does it? Spelljamming can be so disorienting."
She fiddles with the immovable rod briefly, which releases a soundless, blue burst of light, much like a flashbulb.
"Okay, move the chair."
The balor makes it to the seat with the dagger sticking up from it and plops down. His eyes grow very wide and he immediately jumps up and flaps his great wings getting away from the impaling seat. He knocks the beings around him over with his startled leap.
He lands and smashes the seat then throws it up into the higher seats of the stands. (I'm not exactly sure what happens when he tries to throw it so I'll wait on that part.)
I'll admit it kind of screws Korone over for this battle, but Gideon already stated he wouldn't kill him if possible. So he might lose (maybe), and I've got a pet Korone, but that's just how the arena battles play out. Please tell me why this move should be banned. I'm not annoyed, just curious.
PoisonBlade: I'm sorry for breaking the FoD, but, as I've stated before on this thread, I'm always ready to alter my posts to compensate for the other's actions. I simply write what will happen if nothing is done. If they change theirs, I'll willing edit my posts. I think that way works best, since then if I'm going for a certain effect, and they do nothing, I can achieve it. If this is wrong, please don't hesitate to correct me.
I edited that post in there to say not to edit out the clone yet for a reason. So what exactly happened there? In Aya and mine opinions the Freedom of Destiny rule would have prevented that problem there, as well as more description into what the Korone 2.0 is and whether the breath would affect him.
Dont worry, nobody is in trouble, I'm just addressing this before it goes too far. :OOC
And about the arguement...Ice Assassian clearly state that the creature gains the Ice subtype, not that it loses any other subtypes. It's one of those little paradoxes of the D&D game. If the judges want to call our match a tie, or end it due to implementation of new tournament rules, that's your choice. I'll readily admit that I can't win the battle alone without destroying myself in the process (go mystery box). Then maybe Korone, Korone 2.0, and Gideon can team fight some other group...
And to Korone..if you ever think I'm infringing to much on your Freedom of Destiny, drop me a PM or complain. I'll gladly alter my posts.
The FOD part I was referiing to was parts of each of the posts, but it looks like everything I needed was clarified well enough so work out what hapened with Korone's post with attacking the clone in this thread and then get back to posting the battle.
I caught that beard hint and figured that was what had transpired. I was expecting an artifact dragon and was confused with the ice and all that. Anyway work that out and sorry for interupting and jumping to conclusions.
EDIT: I'll have to read up on the Ice Assassin spell again, where is it? I cant recall at the moment.
"The key is that the Immovable Rod is immovable in respect to the chair. Now, this may seem like a parlor trick. It's not. What you need to realize is that an Immovable Rod can be attuned to anything on the same plane without any difficulty at all, and something on that plane is guaranteed to be going very fast indeed. I can't stage a demonstration without killing half the beings in the audience, but I can show you a recording..."
An illusion flickers into view. Hestaby is in the foreground, and she waves once the illusion starts moving. An outlandish scene is behind her; the Immovable Rod is on the far left, with a small lake's worth of water roughly ten feet tall and wide and nearly a hundred feet long to its immediate right, held neatly into shape by telekinesis. There follows ten walls of stone and ten walls of iron, clearly conjured by the spells of the same name, and what appears to be a massive adamantine backstop.
"This is what happens when you activate an Immovable Rod attuned to something going several miles per second."
A small stick is levitated into place and hovers inches from the button. Illusion-Hestaby gives the 'camera' a silly grin and then runs into a nearby structure that looks like it could stand having the Tarrasque dropped on it. The illusion focuses back on the Rod and the nearby activation stick: it hovers closer, closer, closer...
There is some confusion at this point.
After a minute or two it becomes clear that the problem is that the room is full of steam, which is clearing rapidly. As the room clears, it becomes clear that it is soaking wet and littered with bits of shattered rock. The illusion points back to the original testing area, which is the wettest and most-littered part in the room. The water is completely scattered, and the walls of rock are simply gone: it is clear that they were completely destroyed by the impact of the Rod. The walls of iron have huge holes in them, most of which glow cherry-red from the heat of such a hit: all but the first have bits of the preceding walls impact-wielded to their front.
The illusion pans to a closer shot of the adamantine backstop: the remains of the Rod are embedded a good nine inches into it. It flickers out.
"That's what I'm selling. Are you buying?"
Well well...another artificer. This could get interesting. I must look into this immovable rod idea of yours. It could prove most illuminating. I think that we must talk sometime. Another artificer is always welcome, and if you are as inventive as you appear to be, I would be honored to call you a comrade. If you have need of any assistance, I am at your service.
He turns back to Hestaby and watches the illusion in awe. Afterwards, he looks at the dragon slightly confused, "So you attached it to the water?, would a small rock do just as well if you dropped it from such a height? If this is what I think it is then it could be useful and you'll have yourself a deal there lil buddy."
"I attuned it to a planetary body several miles overhead- a moon. It was at the time moving to the 'right', relative to my laboratory- which is why the rod moved that way, too. The water was just there to slow it down enough that it didn't puncture the backstop and make holes in my laboratory wall.
As for rocks, only if you want the rod to move straight down and tunnel itself in the earth- and only if you want it to be limited to the rock's terminal velocity.
And yes, it has tremendous potential as a destructive device.
Most of the details are in the documentation. So...we have a deal? Excellent."
The small dragon unfolds a portable hole, leaps in, rummages about, and flies back out, carrying a small.
"Here's the instructions for making a rod do things like that. They're about twice as expensive in both gold and essence as the standard types, and they take five times as long to enchant- but they're tremendously useful for all that. Now-"
Hestaby flies back into the hole, flies back out, folds it up, and lays a six-ounce potion vial at the archdevil's feet.
"Fill this with your blood and we've got a deal."
The vial overflows as the flesh regenerates. Akaresk grins and accepts the plans, "It was nice doing business with you shiny one."
OOC: In case no one noticed, Akaresk is dullwitted and barbaric but has a sense of humor and mischief and likes using magic mixed with his physical abilities.
I have to admit, the first thing through my mind when you said Hestaby was an artificer, was that it would be interesting to have Gideon and Hestaby fight. :OOC
Er, well, I doesn't have Korone's stats. Never took the time to stat him. Although, one day I'll stat him for sure. Korone as around CR 200-250. If not higher.
Unique dragon, he's part of an extinct race, last member of it. He have aproximatively 25,000 years or so (in my campaing). He's part demonic, for he have spend many millenia in hell imprisoned. For his prestige class, give him all the level in all the class' progression.
I'll let your imagination work for the rest.
(OOC)Thats Crazy!!
I thought Krono was outragously over powered!!(/OOC)
OOC: Gideon vs Hestaby?? That would be quite odd, and would probably resemble Inigo and Wesley's fight from The Princess Bride, with them discussing tactics and techniques while fighting to the death...as a team might also be interesting...I'm game for either
From what I gather of the immovable rod thing, you can attach it to something without actually having the rod touch it. I was meaning to have he rod stuck to the chair and then sticking the balor when he sat down, but Toptomcat was playing it where it was attached to the chair at a distance and if the chair was moved then so was the rod (and the dragon holding the rod). Sorry about that, I'll edit and fix my posts to work with this new info.
We actually could be planning the next fight soon, so who wants to go next? :OOC
I am, however, interested in your idea about aiming and firing it without using celestial bodies. Don't say you'll attatch it to something sub-macroscopic, though- the magic's not precise enough to latch on to anything smaller than a pea.
Who're you, by the by?"
OOC: I'm up for it.
Depending on how long you allow the weight to fall, you'd produce different results. A slow fall with an adamantine rod would result in a very slow and painful puncture; since the weight wouldn't stop falling, the rod would slowly but surely break through bone, muscle, armor...any defenses short of solid force. A longer 'charge up' time (and the resulting speed) would be sufficient not only to run your foe straight through, but also to destroy the metal, resulting (as you say) in a molten line of plasma straight through the target. Adamantine would allow for a puncturing wound, and the high melting point would allow for greater range and penetration.
A single person could also accomplish this, but then the particle within the box must first pass through your opponent. A Blink spell could accomplish this, or you could simply opt for actual damage with both the particle and the rod.
Hestaby stops.
"Or would it simply move quickly from its current position to the one it's 'supposed' to be in? There's nothing to teleport it. The math says it should have infinite accelleration, which is of course total nonsense."
She scratches her head with a claw.
"It'd be an interesting expiriment, but nothing I'd want to try outside of an insulated demiplane."
He walks over to the silver dragon, "Excuse me, shiny one, I understand that the rod moves with the thing its attached to but what if I tried to move the rod, would that move the thing its attached to? I imagine it'll take alot of strength but I think I can manage it."
Also, be careful not to move it more than about twelve miles before deactivating it. More than 65,536 feet and I can't be accountable for what happens next."
Although the instantaneous acceleration theory has merit as a projectile weapon...I must explore this in more detail.
But getting back to the instantaneous acceleration theory, it has apparant utility way beyond projectile weaponry. Why, if you arranged the expiriment in a demiplane arranged the right way, you could..."
Hestaby trails off at this point, giving Gideon a sidelong look. She has to remind herself that he is, after all, an opponent in this arena fight, and she wouldn't want to give him too many ideas.
You could travel through time. It'd take- gods above, it'd take billions in materials and more essence then any one spellcaster could possibly contribute. I think it could also only travel back to the point where the demiplane was first created, but...
I need to draw up the plans.
"Hm. For this, I may require something more powerful. Wait for a second. Or less."
Septimus makes a fleeting gesture with his hand, and time itself is stopped, as Septimus escapes in between the ticks of the clock. He reappears no time at all later, wrapped in layers upon layers of magic.
"I think I may change form as well."
Septimus begins to grow and lean forward, his teeth elongating.
Things like going to a demiplane or other plane entirely would be things not allowed but entirely possile outside of matches. This rule is based off the traditional rules for arena matches that if a combatant leaves the arena then he is disqualified. Thoughts on this?
Also, who wants to go next in a player vs player match in the IC thread? Preferably someone who hasnt fought yet so they dont have to be so bored. :OOC
ia it possible to level in between matches??
im guess so Im going to put 20 levels in soldier
http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?t=706356 ok im just adding a template called safer then the exotic sword is a colassal full blade with oversized alchemical silver serated and penatrating im going to buy a scouter a black lens one ( i know its not in the shows but its my invention ) and the 10 levels in legendary super sayain
The match will take place in the IC thread. And I'll say this once again:
Game Mechanics Do Not Matter In This Arena, Its About Who the Better Roleplayer Is.
Sorry but I had to make sure thats understood. You can level all you want but its not going to matter any really. Again sorry if that sounds hostile. :OOC
Keep in mind that even detecting another character's thoughts is a violation of Freedom of Destiny - because a player may wish to have their character's thoughts blocked from outsiders. (Even if such a block isn't announced) Plus, I believe the character is entitled to a will save when you try to detect their surface thoughts, so by reading another character's thoughts you have stated that they have failed their will save. (Hence why it technically goes against freedom of destiny, well among some other reasons.)
However, detecting another character's thoughts is usually not greatly frowned upon as it is quite frequently done. However, any character whose mind you are trying to read has the right to state whether such mental probing worked, or if the attempt was blocked.
Stating that a character's mind is completely mad and that anyone trying to delve into it receives a barrage of nightmarishly maddening gibber is a good block against attempted detect thoughts. However, you can't suggest that it makes the probing character go insane because that goes against the probing character's freedom of destiny.
Darn fickled rules, huh?
Furthermore, once an attempt to read thoughts has been blocked there's no use making any further attempts as the player clearly doesn't want his thoughts to be read. But as a general rule, if you don't allow your character's thoughts to be read, then of course other players will probably not allow your character to detect their thoughts either.
BIC: Tyrion blinks for a moment, seeing Septimus in one spot one second, and another even before that second as passed. He chukcles, and says, "A mighty spell, Septimus. But, may I introduce to you one that you may find interesting?" The colossal dragon dissapears from sight in a flash of blue light again, and a moment later Septmus feels his layers of magic peel off and lash back at him. Tyrion's voice booms out of nowhere, "I invented this spell. It is made to combat the most powerful foes I fight. Many a great red wyrm has met his doom when this spell stripped him of his magic protection, spells and abilities."
First off, the issue over in the IC thread. I had to end that match because of the OOC posts and lack of editing, the problematic wish overuse, and the match had gone on enough for it to be judged anyway. I apologize for my rash decision there and my failure to infrom you Khael. I felt it needed to be done to save that thread and the match and actually it should have been done sooner. Khael's reply in the IC thread was right, Turlus and Thor are merely asleep and they are still alive and allowed to fight again.
Second issue, the detect thoughts thing. Those thoughts were posted so they are detectable, in my opinion. It will be easiest to say that someone will only go insane by reading Hestaby's thoughts if their player roleplays it like that. Most people will beleive their characters to be too powerful to be rendered insane by that though.
Sorry if any of this seems mean or anything but these issues needed my intervention as far as I could tell.
EDIT: Also Roland Wanderson, were you joing the arena or just helping out and adding your two cents?
I'll try not to throw in my 2 cents at every opportunity though. My apologies if it seems like I'm nagging away.
I beleive we could start a new match in the IC thread if anyone is interested. BlackendEarth, I know wanted a match. Any takers? We could maybe do a team match.
Race: living awakened prismatic sphere
Powers: see above
Great entertainment, your lordship. Nice view you've got up here. What's next on the program? I'm looking foward to my...
He pauses, noticing the angry expressions of the judges and the audience.
oh...I'm not supposed to be up here, am I? My apologies. I'll just be running along then. I've got some experiments to attend to...got to find out how that dragon armor stuff functions...
As he turns away from the judges stand, he collides with another contestant and falls over backwards.
Gods above! Can't you look where you're going? That hurt, you bastard! What? You didn't just say that! That does it. I don't know who you are, but consider this a challenge!
OOC: Blackendearth...I haven't seen any info on your character yet, but I'm willing to compete, providing you post your guy up or give me the info (if I just missed it, please tell me where it is).
. Ok so far we have BlackendEarth, Gideon, and Toptomcat ready to fight, One more and we have our team match, or we could just do BlackendEarth vs Gideon and Toptomcat vs Kronos when he returns.
Gideon: BlackendEarth posted his character on page 2, I'll repost it in a qoute to save you the trouble of looking. Nice roleplay on starting that match by the way.
Zartha --Succubus -- Warmage/Assassin
Zartha is demon assassin of times long passed. She is as intelligent as she is beautiful and also cunning. She had spent time fighting in the Blood Wars in the Abyss but left because she found it to be too chaotic. She spends most here time in the material plane killing for hire or just for fun, using her spells and natural spell-like abilities to help make her assassinations quick. She always hides her true identify never giving here real name or showing her true form. She hides her appearance by taking the form of an innocent looking girl to catch her enemies off there guard. In her true form she is a truly beautiful looking women wearing of armor made of a black dragon that seems to make no noise when she moves, on her fingers she wears many rings, and a dark cloak that hides her many daggers.. From her many assassinations she has collected many powerful and useful items.
Items to know
+Improved Assassin dagger - +3 Unholy hellfire burst Spell storing wounding Dagger
+Many +1 spell storing dagger
+Rod of Quicken and Maximize
In walks Zartha disguised as another devil. She gives a look of disgust as she see examines the devils all around her. She waits in the shadows waiting for her time.
---Edit----
+Heward's Handy Haversack (variant Item Slot—Belt)
Has the same properties of Heward's Handy Haversack but instead of a backpack it’s a belt with 2 pouches on the side and one big pouch in the back.
+Bracers of Endless Daggers of Pain
These bracers allow a person to create daggers in the characters hand as a free action. There is no limit to how many daggers can be created this way. The daggers are +2 Wounding daggers that are made out of force. When the daggers leave the hand of the person wearing the bracers they disappear 5 rounds later unless picked up by the character wearing the bracers again.
+2 Vibrant Purple Ioun Stone
+Clear Ioun Stone
Also wearing a amulet and a very worn pair of boots
:OOC
BIC: Sorcen turns his attention down to Gideon as he sits and offers a cigarette, "No thank you, and for the record I'm a devil lord not a demon, although I dont take as much offense as most devils due to my mixed bloodline."
"What's good for the wildboar is good for the sow, Tyrion!"
OOC: Welcome Cog_and_taz, heres your
Ok so far we have BlackendEarth, Gideon, and Toptomcat ready to fight, One more and we have our team match, or we could just do BlackendEarth vs Gideon and Toptomcat vs Kronos when he returns.
Gideon: BlackendEarth posted his character on page 2, I'll repost it in a qoute to save you the trouble of looking. Nice roleplay on starting that match by the way.
:OOC
BIC: Sorcen turns his attention down to Gideon as he sits and offers a cigarette, "No thank you, and for the record I'm a devil lord not a demon, although I dont take as much offense as most devils due to my mixed bloodline."
Hey, just so's ya know, Arik is ready for another fight too. As I said before, he'd love to have a go at the She-devil/demoness.
I recommend using PMs to communicate and coordinate attacks. This should be interesting to say the least. Start in the IC thread whenever you're ready.
I'll try to stay out of this one a little better than I have been recently.
Gideon: I see that Sorcen gave you the info already then. And that person you collided with is a young girl about he age of 7. Just to let you know.
Steropes Silve'ring, Arcwizard, Arcanis and Ex Choosen of Azuth.
Race:half-elf(immortal:don't age)
Gear:Gray ropes of Arcwizards
Grand staff
Ring of Steropes
Naga crown
Orb of Storms(inteligent item)
Orb of dragonkin(prisma)
Item detail:
Grand staff:A mighty staff that can imprison allmost anyone, even deityes. Allso acts as Steropes sign of power.
Ring of Steropes: Plain looking ring of silver. Act as Headband of int +12 and Selu-Kiira(Hight Lore Stone) plus 5/d can cast any spell as quikened, even if not prepared as one. Allso acts as Mythallar(powerfull Netherse artifact that can send mountains to air)
Orb of Storms:As Orb of Storms+cure moderate wounds 3/d and act as ring of major resistance(electic)
Stat for naga crown you can find in Magic of Faerûn
Background:Steropes have traveld in many realms in live, and when compound whit his abitility to travel back in time, he have been able to live in many places and many times. He have worked for magic spreading even in other realms and some even whorsip him as deity of magic, for his work as teaching magic that have been forgotten. He have demiplane of his own and whit his magic he can control everything in it. Lately he have worked spell that whould give caster many physical and mental boosts for pernament (paragon template), thou he haven't been able to cast it yet. Allso he have started to craft magic that transports some his divinity(In a few places he haves rank of Greater Deity) whit him, every where he goes, he have it in his "work room"(demiplane tower) where he can step wrom anywhere, any time.
.The character looks good. Whenever you get the chance, edit in more detail on those items. Thanks.
EDIT: Cool, the item descriptions are fine.
We will be judging the matches on the following criteria:
Roleplaying- How well the player roleplays his character and whether he allows his character to be hit often enough or not.
Game Mechanics- How well the player follows the game mechaincs of his character. Not as important so will be worth less points than the other two criteria.
Freedom of Destiny Handling- How well the player follows the guidelines of FOD. Link to FOD thread
Note: Roleplaying is the major one there, FOD and game mechanics will not matter as much but are still there for the purposes of having three criteria.
Objections and suggestions are welcome. :OOC
...I hope this works.
The judges will convene and discuss this matter and give an answer ASAP. :OOC
2ndly, Hestaby shouldnt steal magic from one of my ambassador celestials, it makes me look bad for having harm come to one of my ambassadors and it annoys that ambassador, even if they are an angel. You may have to pay for that one if it goes a certain way.
3rdly, Gideon brings up a good point on the "contest of skill not a deathmatch" bit. It really should be a fight until the judges say who is the winner and then the players will roleplay the outcome as the judgement says. I forgot about that original idea and ended up messing a few matches up there, and I apologize for such.
So for now, we are still working out how this will be ruled and let you all know soon.
Also on smaller notes, Aya is not a lord she is a lady. And Gideon said that we clearly stated there are no rules but the way I remember that it was just no rules for creating characters, and even then its subject to change to keep order.
2. I'm sorry about that, but Hestaby isn't :D. She was in a bad way at the time, and viewed it as neccesary; I'm fully prepared to accept IC consequences for that act.
3. OH! I didn't realize that was quite how it worked. My apologies- I'll try and abide by that from now on.
Hope this doesnt hurt anybody's feelings. We'll also make it clearer on these rulings. We're still working on a ruling on the resurrection (Gideon seems to have a knack for coming up with good questions ;) ).
As for Hestaby's situation, there is a force keeping the combatants out of the audience. This force is more of a forbiddence than a wall of force. So you cant get into the crowd if you are fighting in the arena at the moment and none of your attacks get through either.
I'd rule that no outside assistance is allowed but I'll leave it at non-judge-approved assistance is not allowed. I like keeping that chaos factor open just in case.
Hope you guys dont get too mad at those rulings, have to keep order around here you know and these first matchs arent a big deal anyway.
BIC:
Lords...and my Lady...while I respect your ruling, I would ask a favor. As a matter of honor, do not call the my loss a defeat or a disqualification. Though it matters little to the tournament, I would prefer, due to the nature of the difficulty, to be allowed to resign with my dignity until a final decision has been made.
OOC: As a side note, Gideon will be making himself a new arm of mithril and magical force, effectively granting him the (slightly modified) half-golem template, for an overall increase in strength and magical resistance (Yay for golem's defenses!). I hope this will allow me to not have to rely on resurrection again (even if it was only to be realistic).:D
BIC: Sorcen perks up, "That is perfectly acceptable there. Dignified resignation accepted. Have a seat and enjoy the conclusion of the match."
Also I was thinking about starting a new thread about a bar in the 'backstage' of the arena for you guys to post IC so that wouldnt be bored. Whats the feedback on that idea, good?, bad?, unneeded? I'll have it run by an arcanaloth winged-elf hybrid named Cycine if I do it.
Oh and another announcement. Next friday is a special day, friday the 13th. I was thinking of celebrating with a celebrity dropping by to fight. Yes thats right, Jason Voorhees will stop by to fight one of you for the day. Preferably someone who can post all day long so as not to waste his visit. And after or before that, me and my brother will be dueling Leatherface vs Jason and post the details of that fight on here for your viewing pleasure.
The judges decided that since you two are going at it good and seem to still have alot left in you that we would let your match keep going for a little bit longer. If you want it judged earlier, just tell me and it wont be a problem. :OOC
BIC: The healers tend to the wounds of the conbatants, Gideon and Hestaby. The healers are instructed to merely staunce the blood flow from Gideon's lost arm to allow him to build himself a new one.
The healers appear as white-cloaked erinyes. One of the ones tending to Gideon inquires in a soft voice, "How to you intend to build the arm with only one arm, if you need help I suppose I can be of assistance... for a price of course."
Name: Insyr Tassnr (in-seer tass-ner)
Race: Human
Class: Monk/Scout
Items: Two rapiers of speed (straight, and made in such a way that they can be used for slashing and peircing), along with a longbow.
Background: Blind at birth and left to die on an untravled mountain, Insyr had to fend for himself against the numerous predators. Perhaps it was fate that saved him, but somehow he survived, and reached a state of pure mind, body, and soul. He likes to wear a blindfold that flaps behind him in the wind like a headband, mostly just for the effect it has on people. His other clothing is pretty unremarkable otherwise.
Ok since the general consensus is that the bar thread is a good idea then I will start that thread when I return saturday night. I'll be gone from friday night on til saturday night.
Septimus, we'll begin judging your match. Hopefully we can get the results posted by tomorrow afternoon but if not its only a day. :OOC
BIC: "Homunculi eh, ah well then." She grins at Gideon's offer and says with a wink, "I may have to take you up on that sometime." She then turns and leaves with the other healers and glances back towards the artificer once as she walks off to the healer's cell in the backstage area.
OOC: Wow you have to really be secure and open-minded to play a chick flirting with a dude. Just part of being a DM I suppose. :P :embarrass :OOC
OOC: Wow you have to really be secure and open-minded to play a chick flirting with a dude. Just part of being a DM I suppose. :P :embarrass :OOC
Alternatively, you could just be a chick.
I'm really anxious to see how you judge the Arik v. Zartha match. I've been witholding a response in case the outcome might affect it.
:DOOC: Wow you have to really be secure and open-minded to play a chick flirting with a dude. Just part of being a DM I suppose.
Yeah takes a while to get used to.
What?! No dragon?! :D
Haha, you didn't join just to get a dragon, did you?;)
I would guess that Sorcen thought that the dragon was implied by now. Perhaps he forgot. What he should really do is just have a box full of dragons, so that as each competitor enters, they take a dragon of their choice and move along.;)
I'm quite sure it's nothing personal, for an Archdevil, Sorcen is actually a pretty nice guy;)
(hmm . . . I seem to be ;)ing a lot. I must have something in my eye, I'm sure I'm not crazy or anything . . .
Wait, I got it! 
I had a chicken in my eye. yeah. I'm not crazy or anything. and I'll throw in a since I forgot. Sorry about that. 
Thanks for replying in my stead Seraphine, that box idea isnt bad but I like handing the dragons out personally. We've got the results to your match so I suppose I'll post them in a few. You can PM that withheld response to me if you want. We should have the results on Tyrion vs Septimus this afternoon. :OOC
Seriously though, how about crystal? Also, does it have to be 2v2 or will 1v1 do?
I'm fine with a fight, didn't join this thing just for the dragon! (Or did I...? :rolleyes
Cog_and_Taz's character is a living prisimatic sphere... My character is blind...
Hmmm...maybe being a prisoner won't be as bad as I had thought...
OOC: I knew artificer's had a high charisma for a reason!
BIC:
He leaves his calling card with one of the erinyes' assistants, and walks out of the hospital, heading towards the new bar he's heard rumors about. Along the way he passes Arik, and calls out to him.
Come on Arik! We need to celebrate our, or rather your, victory. Let's get a drink. I'm buying.
...You do drink, don't you?
"Just a moment while the nurses finish healing my injuries. I did have quite a few by the end of that match. Not all of us have contingent ressurection."
As his wounds magically close Arik rises to his feet, grabs his now mended mask and walks towards Gideon.
"Now my friend, I do not drink often, but I certainly have no moral repugnance for it. And right now I think I need a drink or two, so I will come with you. What's your poison?"
Just refreshing everyone's memories, Sorcen is demon/devil/tiamat hybrid and you guys are in Baator/Hell and the majority of the crowd are devils, although there are some demons and celestials and various other beings that serve as ambassadors to watch the entertainment of the arena.
The reason for the arena is to entertain alot of the powerful beings of my universe and to see who the most powerful people of the multiverses are.
Thanks for carrying on and starting your match, keeps it flowing good. :OOC
BIC: Giggling is heard in the healer's tent.
Sorcen smiles and looks at prismatic sphere and blind man carrying on a conversation, "Wise words Zur'thash. As for the point of this arena and my bringing you here, entertainment and a test to see who is the most powerful in all the multiverses. Take it as a compliment that you are here. It means you are powerful and I've taken an interest in you among the infinite others that I could have chosen."
EDIT: Link to the bar thread.
Also I'm updating the character list and working on spoilerizing the Tyrion vs Septimus match, which we should have judged by this afternoon. (I kept forgetting to ask Aya because we were so busy friday night and saturday and some of sunday as well.)
Oh and you can leave the arena, its kind of like Sorcen just brought you here for teh oppurtunity to fight and meet powerful people from the many universes. :OOC
"I accept the judges' ruling with good grace. Please, inform me when I am next needed on the field of battle. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the bar."
Guys? Is anyone in? Maybe septimus?
But I should probably give someone else a chance.
We'll run this one as a 4 way match with no teams if you want unless you have the teams picked out and want to go teams instead.
So Septimus it is for the 4th member. Go ahead and get started anytime you want over in the IC thread. Still one question, teams or 4 way free for all?
Also is there anyone that will be on all day friday that wants to fight Jason Voorhees?
And Steropes, the limit on quicken spells applies only to ones you cast off yourself, not those of your spell, so unless the lightnning ring uses your spell slots, no it doesn't count against the limit.
:BIC: Tyrion bows his head to accept the judges' decision. "I thank you for the victory, Lords. I was beginning to run out of some of my more appealing options, and Septimus was a difficult opponent to battle. He was a worthy opponent.":BIC:
EDIT :OOC: Team battles could be fun. Except that I've come in really late. Anyway...:OOC:
Also I have two slightly different character options that I think I should possibly ask you about first as one or both may break your rules as to characters (I'm only going to use one but i'm planning a few just in case) Would it be best for me to post the brief outline of the charcters, highlighting the things that i think would be the issues, on this forum, or would it be best if I just pm'd you the overviews and any other info you require.
Hmm I'm sure there was sumat else I needed to say, other than congrats on a splendid job so far, but oh well I'll remember eventually.
. Thanks for the compliment on my arena. Anything is allowed as long as you can make it work right. Having said that, PM would probably be best to work out the character unless its easier for you to do it here.IC:
Another flash of light occurs deep within the stands, no-one pays much attention to it, numerous 'people' have been teleported in and continue to do so, so its nothing new when more do, however some pay more attention when as the light fades there stand three tall Illithids. One steps forward gazing contemptuously around out across the arena and the stands, strange dyes & markings the seem to shiver & twist the eyes of those gazing at them cover his bald, sickening green head. Its body covered with a great cloak, with a cowl that looks to be made from the flesh of many strange, & less strange, creatues. All three hold thick tomes bound in scales, skin & fur in their thin delicate hands. It turns to the others and they seem to converse silently. The second, raises a hand covered in strange metal rings & metal working devices and clicks its fingers. There is a smaller flash of light between the three & a human appears, he seems completely unconcered by what has occured or his current postion and just stands there almost listlessly before the third takes the large necklace hanging from the mans neck in its hands, as Its fingers touch the gem it pulses slightly and something within it seems to stir and writhe within it, like a creature soon to hatch too small for its egg. For a single moment the mans face contorts in pain & horror but then it is gone and he strides forward towards the Judges thrones.
Bowing low before them he says "Good day Lords, my masters wish to know of their purpose here?" (OOC: no need to actually answer this :OOC)
On hearing the reply he continues "Also they ask if there is anywhere out of the way where they may set up their 'equipment' and if there are any limits to their 'inginuity' that you would like them to abide by?"
OOC: Simply put my 'character' is an Illithid Inquisition :88E: made up of three wizards (I dont have the material for any suitable prestige classes) specialising in Flesh grafts, Constuct creation & construct graft, and Magic item & weapon creation as appropriate. Their 'experiments' will be taking the field of battle. See you on the field...
BIC: Sorcen nods his welcome to the trio of mindflayers, "Welcome, we have rooms set up in the 'backstage' area of the arena, you're welcome to set up your equipment in one of them."
Just take a look at any of my characters, I'm pretty sure each of them is illegal in one way or another. Its hard to pinpoint what to do to win really so I cant really go into more detail than to just not worry about game mechanics so much. Sorry I couldnt help more with the questions, the fight is going great right now. :OOC
IC:
Loud inhuman screams, can be heard coming from the Triumverates rooms, & the sounds of a large creature struggling to break free. Finally the screechs stop, there is a large thudding sounsd followed by heavy footsteps. The doors are thrown back revealing a huge chitinous beast, strange segmented eyes that seem to befuddle the mind glaring. Its mandibles chitter and it raises itself onto its hind legs revealing a mass of small fleshy tentacles 'growing' from its thorax, each with a small gold barb sticking from the ends. Its left arm is asymmetrical with its right, going at the elbow from large, chitinous & hairy to a thin, lithe, fleshy tentacle with bone hooks at the end. Around its right wrist is a gold band with gold wires digging deep into the surrounding arm. Strange fist size rocks are embedded within the entire creatures carapace making it seem stranger and stranger, it roars once more before dropping onto all fours...
Thanks for posting that Steropes, it makes it easier to have the info on that guy. Blood Magus is a cool class and I've always like the thought of it. I had teh idea for teh blood dragons because of that class and the blood elementals on the DnD site. (Blood Dragon link is in my sig if you wanted to look.)
Chapter 2: How does free form role-playing work?
Ok the link doesnt work so I'm posting this in a spoilerblock and quoting Lunnie, because I beleive that is the author.
Role-Playing for Dummies: Chapter 2: How does free form role-playing work?
Role-Playing for Dummies
Chapter 2: How does free form role-playing work?
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Seems pretty simple but sometimes I wonder, especially when I look some people play... god, the salt... –shudders- So lets get down with it!
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System of free form role-playing
There isn't really a system for free form role playing, that's why we call it free form, we have no dices to regulate how hard we stab, slash, punch and kick or how good or bad our luck turns out and so on. Now this may seems complicates, the training wheels from your bike have been taken off. “HO NOZ!!! I'M GUING TO FALL!1!1!!1 WAAHHH!1!1!!”
Really now, calm down.
The way it works is simple to understand and hard to apply but after a while it grows in as a habit so don't worry little ones you'll grow big _some day_ ... I swear.
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So, how do I play "the right way"?
There are four important things you should remember to play a good character/role. This doesn't include all the regulations people can apply to their game.
First off the biggest thing you should always and I say ALWAYS remember to use your sense of judgment. If you tell me you have no sense of judgment please give me a gun and I will shoot myself. We all have a sense of judgment; some just have it less developed than other. Those people need to start off by work on developing that sense of judgment before they get yelled at for being stupid. This is the first and ultimate point a player should work on. If you have a bad sense of judgment you'll never be a good player because you'll never be able to judge a situation in order to react to it properly as you would if it was real. Don't be stupid and use your brain, it's there for a reason!
Second, follow your character's personality traits at all times! If you drift off into traits of character you never had mentioned in the personality part of your sheet before and nothing triggered you to evolve this way people will say you suck at role-playing and they'll ditch you soon enough.
Third and fourth, respect others and play fair! These are very important things to remember when you play. If you don't respect the other players OOC you're going to have a hard time playing with them, which could and probably would lead to unfair playing because you might want to over power them showing them you're the best. Respect also applies for the GM(s). If you don't respect them then you can say bye bye to your little character they're going to kick you out of the game one way or another and you don't see the face of light ever again!
Lets recapitulate! First, use your sense of judgment to deal with situation wisely while, second, still following your character traits and third respecting your fellow players and GM by playing fair.
When you think about it, this all comes back to something we like to call GOD MODING. If you go against all the four wonderful things I've listed, you end up having an incoherent god moding character and I swear, no one likes that.
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So, how about fighting now?
Mischeif Dragon on Gaia Online has allowed me to rewrite what he has written for my tutorial as long as I gave him credit so, that's what I'm doing! Credit goes to Mischeif Dragon for this part of my tutorial.
God Moding - /godmode on
God moding, also known as power play is VERY and maybe TOO common amongst newbies. Don't know what god moding is? Well, I'll tell you and better yet show you.
God moding is consisted of going against all rules and regulations in a role playing game along with disrespecting other members and GMs. Basically, your character is a total god that can't be killed or have a punch landed on but that can take on anything and come out with not even a scratch.
Auto Hits - You die, I winz!
Auto hits are something I've seen one too many times. They really should NOT be used at any cost what so ever never ever ever ever ever!!!!!!! Role-playing is meant to be consensual, this means generally before you even fight in an RP you'd be best to discuss it with the one your attacking (preferably off the board so as to not interrupt flow of RP) and make sure that the opportunity to attack is well chosen. Don't just walk with the player IC being all friendly to turn on him seconds after.
We understand that people might anger you while you play and you might want to attack him or her. Keep in mind that when you attack you MUST NEVER SAY in any case what so ever that you have done any damage to them. Doing so is considered as auto-hitting.
Example of auto-hitting and how to correct it.
Auto-hitting:
Jack swings his two handed bastard sword at Jill's legs cutting them both off.
Auto-hitting corrected:
Jack swings his two handed bastard sword at Jill's legs in attempt to cut them both off.
Never write the outcome of your actions! Instead it's best to state your characters intentions to his actions.
Now let's see how to reply without auto-hitting or god moding.
Auto-hit and god mode reply:
Jill's legs are slashed but not cut off. She runs over at Jack and slashes at him, aiming for his wrist cutting them making Jack unable to hold his sword anymore.
Auto-hit and god mode reply corrected, possibility number 1:
Jill jumps back as she sees the blade of the sword coming at her. Thought she had jumped back Jack's attempt at cutting her legs off fails but instead it manages to slash at her legs. Still standing despite the pain given by the rather deep cuts on her legs Jill runs over at Jack as she screams out a painful battle cry while attempting to slash at his wrists in order to disarm him.
Now you see here that Jill ‘s legs are hurting very badly. This will affect her balance and endurance in battle especially if she gets hit on her cuts again. You must take in consideration the pain of your character for the following posts.
This could also have turned out in the following way.
Auto-hit and god mode reply corrected, possibility number 2:
Jill jumps back as she sees the blade coming at her. Thought she jumped back she soon realized it wasn't enough. Soon enough Jill crumbled to the ground in pain as he legs gave in on her.
This is most likely the end of the battle for Jill. As you've noticed there are plenty of possibilities to make a simple move turn out either good or bad with out having to god mode.
Now let's move on to things you should take in consideration about your character when you fight. There are two main things I will discuss: physics and weaknesses.
Physics – Damned physics! It's your fault I can't fly!!
People tend to forget about the laws of physics when they gear up their characters. They give them 10 weapons, a big heavy armor and a bundle of random items to carry yet they can still jump as if they were light like a feather and run as fast as the wind.
I understand that some characters might have inhuman strength but take in consideration that not everyone can and that no matter your strength, there is always a limit. This subject touches god moding as well as fair fighting and conscience of your characters state and position. Gravity only pushes down, that's why things fall to the ground.
Lets take a few things in detail now.
Overall clothes and armor: It's always best to research and study on what your character will be wearing, how much it weights and what the movement capacities are with what you plan on making him or her wear.
Knight and armor: If your character is a knight or has a wonderful shiny armor all over him, his armor probably weighs half as much as he does. Knowing that you should remember that this would complicate your character's movement and restrain him from doing certain things. The way armor is pieced together is an important factor to how much your character can move.
Weapons and fighting styles: When it comes to fighting styles and weapons, it's the same thing as clothes. Do your research on the fighting styles and weapons you want to use with your character.
The katana in detail: I've noticed a lot of people liked to use the katana probably due to all the anime they've seen heard of and have been around. I've also noticed that some people were not aware of all the other wonderful Japanese weapons that existed and why they were created. Now well all know what a katana looks like but have you ever heard of the wakizashi? The wakizashi is a sword just like the katana but shorter. It was created for indoor fighting because some have noticed that the katana was too long and that restricted people's movement. Next time, when you choose a fighting weapon try to evaluate if you'll be using it inside or outside in order to judge how much your movement might be restricted.
The sword in particular: A simple sword may not seem that heavy at first grasp after being swung a lot you will eventually grow tired, especially your arm, no matter what your endurance may be. Also remember that thought you may see a lot of people do fancy moves in movies and video games most of the time they will get you killed 9 times out of 10. Even now, the fancy moves in video games are hard to do. I would namely point out Soul Calibur II for Playstation2 and Game Cube as a good resource. Try making fancy moves against the computer when they're at hard or very hard mode. It's not easy... unless I just suck at the game.
Weaknesses – I r the invincible!
This also comes back to god moding. All characters and I say ALL character MUST and DO have weaknesses. If you're thinking about making this ultimate character with no weaknesses please give me a liter of Javex or two I feel thirsty.
The lack of weaknesses is one of the major and biggest problems with newbies. They come online thinking they'll be god like people and I blame their ego for it. Just because you are cool in real life doesn't mean you'll be uber strong out on the internet. Now lets take a certain things into detail.
Gods, angels and demons: I've seen a few role-plays out here about god, angels and demons. I personally dislike them due to the people that over do the lack of weaknesses and the huge amount of power given to their characters. Gods, angels and demons are pretty much like normal people, they can die. The only reason they are considered as gods, angels or demons is because of something inhuman they have once done in their existence. Thought they probably have a longer life span and have superb strong points they also have weaknesses. It's a good thing to research on existing gods such as the popular roman mythology gods and Egyptian pharaohs, which were also considered as gods.
Immortals: No matter how immortal you say you are, you should know you aren't. Vampires and undead are usually countered with holy magic and objects or simple sunlight. Thought in some special cases vampires may be countered by other things such as werewolves and may not be necessarily killed with sticks in the heart. It's up to you to do your research. Usual in vampire role playing game the GMs will set up specifications on how the vampires can be defeated.
Weakness or personal issue – Argh! I'm so scared!!
I've seen people bring up a few “weaknesses” for their characters with out thinking about it too much. Personal weaknesses can be over come and that's why they are BAD! They don't have to be avoided but they aren't things to actually be considered as weaknesses but more as issues and things to make your character more interesting.
Suggested weakness traits:
Elemental weakness - Elemental weakness is the easiest to focus on. If you can blow fire, coldness would likely not appeal to you. Remember, if you're always in the tropics, this wouldn't count as a counter balance weakness.
Counter Balance - You can move quickly, remember that objects have matter. Your brain can't always register and translate data at a fast speed, this means you might hit the tree before you see it. Also remember that speed often associates with lack of defense due to light armor or no armor at all. You can't have both good armor and good speed.
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Posting
There are many things to remember when you post to make gaming both interesting and fun for everyone.
- Remember, you aren't alone in the game and you aren't the center of the story. No one is so take consideration of your surrounding and role-play mates they too have evolving characters.
- Don't be afraid to put detail!! People, you lack detail and this is why you end up posting three words! Did you know that if someone write five lines and you reply with three words it's almost like an insult making them wanting to ditch you and go off to find better players? Well now you do. So put in that detail from the biggest sword swing to the slightest hair bounce!
- Follow your characters personality traits!! Also stick with the same background history.
- Don't post too quickly and too often, everyone has the right to reply.
- Take in consideration other people's presence and actions. They aren't invisible you know. Unless you haven't noticed them or that it's spam or god moders, you can just ignore them then.
- Thesaurus.com is a very good tool to use when you need vocabulary variation or word definitions.
- Use the spell checker before submitting your post.
Crystal_Myr: Are you making a new character for here?
I play as a cornugon now, so it would fit well into Baator.
.I'll assumme this is the Cornugon you're talking about:
"Come on, cast Hadoken at me, you featherweight! I'll just survive it and use it against you"
-Darshgarothos The Reaper, a Cornugon Horned Reaper\Blue Wizard to Aramil, an Elf Wizard\Black Wizard.
In which case, he sounds cool to me.
I like them green! :DBIC: Once a companion of the famed artificer Gideon Gideonson, Revlis is one of the world's most prominent shapeshifters. He and Gideon traveled together, and with their combined talents, were able to overcome any obstacle in their paths. However, after stopping one of their foes' plan to open a gate to Hell in a forest, Revlis fell in love with a nymph named Mikani (Mika for short). After parting ways with Gideon, he and Mika guarded the forsest together for many happy years. However, when a horde of orcs and hobogoblins tried to log the forest and Revlis refused, Mika was killed in an ensuing battle. Try as he might, Revlis for one reason or another, could not resurrect her. So, he sought out his old companion Gideon to see if he could help. Upon hearing that Gideon had been taken (or, more likely, wandered away), he came to Baator to find him.
Revlis spends the majority of time in his giant panda (the type of panda, not the size category) form. It was Mika's favorite animal, and he stays in that form as a tribute to her. However, he is a competent shapechanger, and is able to subtlely adjust his form as needed (Not even Gideon is sure if he's seen Revlis' true form). He has the ability to communicate telepathically, which allows him to communicate with others without changing form. He only has two major items, a magic wooden sword he found in the heart of his forest after stopping the gate from being created, and a special suit of hide armor that melds, but still protects, with him when he changes shape.
. A shapechanger, this could be interesting. I was actually debating on making one myself sometime soon for an NPC either here or in the eventual game I plan to run with my brothers and cousin and Bacon Bits. Anyway, welcome and have fun, and nice backstory by the way.I'm considering an evil character this time around, might be interesting.
EDIT: Yay! Top of page 13! In a thread about hell! *gasps*
I was thinking of suggesting something along the lines of an evil warlock or a dread necromancer to you but I figured I shouldnt influence you too much. Anyway, if anybody needs help then you can either PM me or ask here.
MC: *zooms in with sniper scope* Gotcha. *BANG*
Spetimus: *bullet bounces off force shield* Hey, what was that? Time Stop! Meteor Swarm! Implosion! All the other nasty spells Septimus knows!
MC: :surrender
*dies*Turlus is the son of the greatest sayain king Broly the legendary super sayain the genral bardok son kakarot was born with a power level of 2 turlus at child birth was a power level of 26000 by far breking the record set by his father of 10000.Turlus blood lines run odly his father a pure blood sayain king and his mother a titeness named Hera. A doctor named shirah murderd the doctor who was supposed to help the mother of turlus cope with pregnancy mutated turlus with jenova cells long before he was born.As broly progressed in life he trained with his father happily coping with his powers,but one day Broly noticed frustration In his sons mind and like any good father (that is an overwhelmed one) sent his son to join the milatary out on another planet called Midgar .Olnly during enlistment During tests an Ex soilder named cloud noticed a familar something on Turlus jenova cells and alot of them. He sat Turlus down and explained about Jenova a clamity that fell from the sky along time ago attemted to destroy Midgar,but some how it failed and sunk deep within the planet a Scientist named Rufus quikly contained the monster and ran tests seeing how it seemed to cause creauters to become super human He used It as a stimulant the jenova infused ones eventually banded together and formed a military police group known as SOILDER.Gladly he joined solider and stayed with them for over a hundred years.Sadly Broly died he was assisnated by a sayain name kakarot stunned by his fathers death Turlus became enraged and took the throne and murderd kakarot malicasly and slowing began become a psychopath so said his people but Turlus maintaned his wits he ventured the nine hells for a number of years and there he met his greatest freind a hell fire dragon thankfully he had token the egg to the forsworn. Like the dragon riders guild the forsworn rode and specilized in dragons but olnly cromatic ones Turlus enterd wih flying colors naming his dragon thorn and stayed there learning magic and far surpassing any expectations by the riders and used his magic to make his dragon age to the pwer of great wyrm he returned to his empire and herd some of his young warroirs talking about some areana in hell inriged he went to bator te began the fight of his life
Tulus is a royal blooded half sayain half titan jenova infused
wears a black battle jacket with a black undersuit he has crown with black horns coming out of he sideand a long black cape two swords the first one is a very long ver wide full blade with the fowlloing exotic sword traits over size, alchemical silver, serated, reach, a modifed covert that when i fire it can shoot diffrent things depending on what clip I use ,aurorumcursed,and broad his second sword is a LONG katana made of one of his dragons scales he also carries a black scouter
ooc I love back storys dont you ?? :D P.S. I want to be a writer
(Full name Darshgarothos) Darshg the Reaper, cornugon, horned reaper/blue wizard; ring of greater elemental resist,
ring of protection +5, cloak of infernal burning, bracers of deflection, amulet of the dead- (The cloak burns anyone who comes to the range of 5 feet from Darshg. The bracers grant him almost complete ranged weapon immunity, though this deflection shield can be pierced by +5 and better enchanted ranged weapons. The amulet allows Darshg to summon 2 Doom Guards 1/day)- Summon Baatezu( 35% 1 cornugon 1/day), Lesser Cornugon Powers at will, Cornugon Powers 3/day, Greater Cornugon Powers 1/day.
I don't have most of the details, though since I don't have my character sheet in hand right now.
I've never really played any of the Final Fantasy games, I'm not exactly coordinated when it comes to games for some reason, so what exactly does the Jenova thing do?
Darshg kind of reminds me of a drow I had one time named Valander, he used a scythe and had a cloak that made him have an illusion of Tiamat around him. I had him chasing a friend's character through the underdark, its funny because that guy always thought his character was so big and bad, but he ran from a little scrawny elf. Oh yeh, I meant to ask before, where is the horned reaper class? I'm thinking Dragonlance campaign setting, which I dont have yet.
Lord Bahamut, gunfighters have the potential to win, if played correctly. Although its best come up with something original to play than to copy a video game. On the other hand, sometimes movies and the other various media sources just have such good ideas that you have to adapt them to DnD.
'"Secret ultimate assasssin techique: RUNNING NOW!" Jon Amraphel'
He allowed me to play in one condition: I would have to make a balanced 18-level monster class for cornugons. At level 10, I remembered the Horned Reaper demon lord from Dungeon Keeper. That's how I got the idea to make the Horned Reaper PrC. It would only be allowed to fiends and fiendblood mortals such as Half-Fiends and Tieflings with horns.
And then there is the Blue Wizard. I wanted to make some different aspects to the blue mage, since I felt was it little too complicated for me to play and that it would fit into my campaign better as a PrC rather than base class.
Am I still allowed to compete? I can now do the last modifications to my character, since I now have the cs in hand.
But here levels don't really mean much so long as you abide by the RP basics. So just either post up here or PM me the jist of your PrCs, I'll take a looksie over whatever, and tell you if alls fine, but I'd imagine there'd be no problems. After all with sentient prismatic spheres who turn into mazes, tortured angels, and drunken artificers running about a specialized PrC shouldn't be too bad...
Anyway, I wasn't running around drunk. I was lying unconscious on the floor. So therefore...
An unconscious drunken artificer is more powerful than a horned devil...
Just another case for artificers being overpowered.:D
Drunken artificers=better than powerful horned devils? They're only better when not drunk. What system are you using?
Anyway, I wasn't running around drunk. I was lying unconscious on the floor. So therefore...
An unconscious drunken artificer is more powerful than a horned devil...
OOC: He was lying on the ground unconscious because he was drunk. And a horned devil is stronger than an artificer, drunk or not. But a drunken artificer is by far more fearsome/dangerous...
The difference is the scary thing about the horned devil is unlikely to kill it.
The scary thing about a drunken artificer though can't say that. Or the same for you, the lab/bar, anyone else in the vicinity/city etc... Need I say more?
As for the next match, whoever wants in. I'm still waiting for volunteers for the match.
And my point is based off the fact LA and classes usually match up, and the lack of Cornugon LA means epic...
EDIT: Moved here: Sorcen's Baator's Character Roster
Just helping to make the old roster obsolete! :D
Weapon:+5 Vorpal Scythe of Thunderous Hellfire (oh my god that's a long name for a weapon :D)
That not long... This is:
+5 Starmetal Illusion bane Necrotic focus Bastard sword of keen ghost touch
(Note: I do have a character using a pair of these things. And I intend to add some of the effects out of DMG2 as soon as possible...)
I remember that cornugon has 15 HD, besides a standard horned devil has a CR of 16.
True (I blame the 25HD base hellfire wyrms for the mix-up...) but CR means nothing on character class basis. After all a mindflayer is ECL 15 for 8 HD. And Cornugon get a number of at will SLAs, including the nice teleport, not to mention the physical power, so I still do believe a cornugon class is well in excess of 23 levels. Probably more
But still, just my rules-wondering, ignore it...
And to add: Any one wanting to have a fight now?
I'd still like to fight, though.
If you want to have a team game, get thee all to the IC thread, if not and you want a pair of one-on-one fights, Gideon(Or whatever you conjure up) and Revlis can use the IC thread, Larz and Kaiser (Turlus) can lay into one another here.
Time to rumble! HAHHAA!!!
I have no match type preference yet, so I kinda don't care if it is a one on one or a (tornado?) tag team match. Just don't make it a handicap one on twp where I'm alone, please. I'm not yet one with the system.
Enjoy
Uh...heh heh...yeah...funny story...Neutral. Leaning towards good, but mostly neutral.
(((OOC)))
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EDIT: Ok I read all the stuff I missed, wasnt much actually except for the nice battle over in IC thread. Anyway, I didnt see any questions that needed my answering besides the one I already answered, sorry if I overlooked any, just ask it again and I'll answer.
Also I managed to get ahold to a scanner and got some pics a friend of mine drew for me. I'll post a link to the pic of Sorcen finally. I'll also be posting pics to most of my monsters tomorrow if anyone is interested in those.
Sorcen Pic -The pic is of Sorcen's chosen humanoid form and his true devil form sitting behind him. Jawanza is the artist, a good friend of mine.
I figured I'd do it in this thread so that I wouldnt spam up the IC thread with OOC posts. I'm kind of an organizitional type of person in case no one has caught on to that, a place for everything and everything in its place. :P
Gideon and Arik vs Zartha and Hestaby
A very young girl who looks to be the age of 7 enters the arena wearing a huge smile and happiness in her eyes. As she speak her voice sounds like a kid about to play there favorite game. Also as she speaks you continually clap her hands in glee.
This is going to be very interesting. Now where are those two i am to play with. Lets see its that weird item creator guy and that one who sings in the name of angels. Speaking of them where is that dragon whos suppose to help me. I will be happy long as he stays out of my way but then again....
Her voice turns from a happy to a more of a whisper as she trails of talking to her self. She walks into the shadows of the arena and seems to meld in to the shadows.
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The silver wyrmling pads into the arena again, holding a pair of amber goggles in her mouth and rolling an elaborately engraved mithral canister almost as big as she is. She's looking considerably less peppy than in her first enterence, because she's just starting to come down off of the go-juice she used earlier, and it's making her twitchy and paranoid.
She puts the goggles down, and the air around her takes on a yellow glow: the glow becomes more and more solid until it resolves into a huge, stylized contraption that looks like a dragon in flight. Hestaby reaches its gleaming claw out and tosses the goggles into the shadows where the child dissapeared. There is a note pinned to them.
Put these on or you'll be blinded- as will our opponents, at least at the fight's start. Even with them, you won't be able to see beyond about thirty feet- but they'll have trouble seeing past the bridge of their noses. Use the advantage well.
Hestaby straightens up inside the armor, poising a shining claw above the canister: she watches the arena gates warily, waiting for her opponents.
The teams are interestingly even- an artifacier and a subtle type on each side. How deliberate is that, I wonder? Will it happen again? I need more data.
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Gideon walks out into the arena, glancing languidly at the giant dragon-armor in front of him.
Another dragon...in a bigger dragon. Why is it always dragons? But an artificer as well...I can't kill a fellow artificer...damn. This is going to be annoying.
Wait a minute...
He looks around again, apparently confused. Suddenly he snaps his fingers in realization and puts on a pair of goggles. He turns toward the shadows.
Don't think I don't see you hiding in there.
So saying, he pulls out his crossbow and slots several wands into it, before readying it to fire. He then (predictibly) pulls out a dog-end, lights it with a fireball, and leans back against the arena wall, waiting.
One more to come.
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Arik steps out of the shadows. No one is quite sure how long he has been there.
"Good afternoon."
So I'm with the human artificer against the dragon artificer and the girl.
"Zartha is it? Don't think I'll go easy on you, I know what you are, fiend."
[i]This should be interesting. She's tricky, but she won't escape the Punjab Lasso. But what to do with the dragon? I may need Gideon for him.
"Shall we begin then? I think so."
With a quick side-step, The Ghost disappears into the shadows and immediately an angelic voice begins to reverberate throughout the stadium, seeming to come from several directions at once. It's heavenly tones are painful to the fiend while to the dragon they seem demoralizing.
First let's see how they handle my music. . .
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Hestaby indulges herself in a varied and vituperative string of Draconic curses as she cuts off the sound pickups in the cockpit.
Damn! I'll have to rely exclusively on the sensors once I pop smoke. That's never a picnic.
She ruptures the mithral canister with a swipe of her 'claws', which jets an opaque teal smoke that billows out over the entire arena.
Then, Hestaby activates the flight controls, simultaneously activating dozens of downward-pointing Decanters of Endless Water built into the airframe; propelled by the reaction, the DragonShell slowly rises into the sky.
After making a brief in-flight check of the Decanters, Hestaby locates Gideon on her instruments and does her level best to paste him with a series of force-beam strafing runs. The accuracy suffers considerably, because she can't really deal with her own magical smoke as well as she'd like.
(OOC: A strong Wild Magic area is now in effect over the arena. The smoke utterly blocks vision and darkvision, as well as severely interfering with blindsight, blindsense, and magical divination effects.)
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I'm afraid Gideon's going to have to deal with that contraption. Oh well, that just means I can focus on the fiend.
Zartha feels a sharp pain around her neck as the Punjab Lasso closes around it, sapping her strength.
"What now, devil?"
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Damn. Blinded by simple smoke, and not even True Seeing helps here. At least the things loud.
Hestaby's spread of force-beams scours the ground around him. While most miss, several rip through Gideon. The small man stumbles, cursing, and glares up at the swirls of mist created by the flying machine. He aims his wandgun in its gerenal direction, and pulls the trigger. An almost invisible explosion of non-magic erupts from the barrels, sending ripples through the smoke as the pulse races toward the Dragonshell.
Shutdown!
Nine Disjunctions is enough to drop almost any artificer's creations...can the machine survive? I think not...I only hope it doesn't fall on Arik...
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The DragonShell's great speed and erratic maneuvering prevents the whole of it from being caught in the considerable radius of the Disjunctions: however, a goodly portion of the tail catches the extreme edge of the area, losing both thrust and articulation. Suddenly burdened with two tons of akwardly flopping dead weight, Hestaby struggles to pull her creation out of a flat spin.
Damn! I build well: what could make the entire tail go dead like that? Must've been a disjunction. Must've been more than one disjunction. This is a crafty son of a- OOF!
A wingtip clips the stands, sending a shuddering shock through the airframe and jolting the hell out of Hestaby: she regains control just meters above the ground, inadvertantly showering dozens of spectators with backblast from the decanters.
I know what I'll do.
Going into a shaky power climb and brushing blood out of her eyes from a scalp cut, Hestaby primes the worse-than-useless tail for midflight jettison. Once more pinpointing Gideon with the sensors, she ejects the tail to fall to Gideon's right, deactivates the noisy decanters, glides into a swift dive that will take her up onto Gideon's left, and strikes with razored tooth and gleaming claw!
He'll see the jettisoned tail fall from the mist with an almighty crash, and assume it to be me for the half second I'll need to take his head clean off from the opposite direction.
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Having put on the goggles when thrown in her direction Zartha was partially protected from the smoke buta second beforet Arik’s Punjab Lasso seems to press against Zathra’s neck Arik feels a change in direction in the wind behind him as suddenly Zartha disappears from the location where she at suddenly to behind Arik with no warning or sign of moving. Then grasping her hands on what seems to be air at first then taking a form of a dagger as she tries to stab Arik in the back while she has a slight surprise.
You will have to do better then that my friend for I am not so easily defeated by that technique. I have all ready seen it you need something newer and better then that. Plus you wouldn't hurt a little girl now, would you?
As she says this a slight grin shows that she is rather injoying her time with that human. She gives a quick glance in the direction of Hestaby hearing a loud noise in that area not being able to see anything that far away she looks back to the prey she is focused.
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"aagh!" Arik gives a cry as the blade cuts into him.
A decent wound. Not debilitating, but that hurt.
"Aha. So you're fast too. And the little girl line won't work. You see, although I serve an angel, you'll find I'm no gentleman.
In my time in Celestia, however, I learned much. You see, I weave magic into my music. This next tune is called Requiem for a Fiendish Little Girl. It was written for you. Oh, and you'll find that your friends little smoke screen won't help you against my music."
A beautiful mournful tune pierces Zartha like a blade, attacking her very being.
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As Ariks magically song stings Zartha she tries to cover her ears but noticing that it will not work a leave to her valuable to attacks.
That music again, it pains me to hear! How do you make it stop ahaha! I must deal with it for now.
As she finishes her sentence in a painful and irritated voice she makes a quick sign that washes Zartha with magic but seems to have no effect at the moment on her. She then starts to move her hands in a fluid motion as she starts to chant in a magically language. When she seems to finish she points her finger at Arik and a green bolt springs from her hand that seems to destroy the air around it and flies towards Arik.
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The notes and tune of Arik's song change and the green bolt fizzles and dies.
Thank God for Countersong. It's just a shame it had to interrupt my melody.
Arik smiles as he is struck by a sudden inspiration.
"So those goggles let you see through the smoke, do they? But how do they fare in the supernatural dark?"
A globe of impenetrable blackness descends upon the combatants, blocking even darkvision.
"Luckily I know how to track my foes by sound."
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Bull's Eye!
Gideon dodges to his left to avoid the Dragonshell he thinks is falling towards him. Luckily for him, Arik's darkness has covered the field. Gideon stumbles in the dark, and Hestaby's otherwise fatal blow just misses severing his neck. Instead, the massive mithril claws tear down his side, wrenching off his right arm. Screaming in pain, Gideon writhes on the ground, clutching at the bleeding stump.
GOD'S DAMN LITTLE B----!
Wimpering in pain, he weakly raises his weapon and pulls a second trigger. A ghostly light streaks from the barrels, illuminating the Dragonshell even through the darkness. Gideon tracks the glow and fires again, and the silent explosion of anti-magic streaks unerringly towards its target...the pilot of the Dragonshell.
Maybe...a hit...in the control panel will...short that...contraption out. Try flying...without controls, newt!
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Another one pull up PULL UP
Hestaby's drug-besotted mind struggles to command her aching muscles fast enough to direct the DragonShell into a soft landing. Her claws dance over the controls- *just* *another* *five* *degrees*---
The disjunction hits, and the cockpit goes dark. Hestaby is left in a pitch-black, form-fitting cavity within what is, without the magic that animated it, basically a falling statue. She has a little more than a second to reflect on this incredibly unpleasent fact before she feels a world-shattering jolt.
In her last few instants of control, Hestaby had made the attempt to land gently in a mostly-vacant part of the stands, and she came within feet of succeeding. It wasn't enough, though- the hanging 'paws' of the DragonShell smash into the arena wall, disintegrating into darkwood splinters and mithral shrapnel and flipping the inert construction onto its back, where it ploughs through several rows of vacant seats before coming to a torturous stop.
A bruised and bleeding Hestaby crawls out of the wreckage, eyes half-glazed with pain and a hind leg completely pulped by the crash. She expirimentally spreads her aching wings, trying to sense if the fragile membrane has been damaged.
I wonder if- "AAaaARGK-" I wonder if I can just count on the bastard to bleed out before I do? Can't take the chance. Gods, I'm so tired...
She takes a stumbling step, testing the limits of her damaged body as she tries to think of a plan. Something in the audience catches her eye.
That staff...petrified wood?
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Bingo.
Swooping over to the winged angel that holds the staff, she perches on top of it.
"Excuse me for a moment."
Drawing magical energy from the Staff of Transmutation as she has trained herself to do, Hestaby lets its eldritch power flow into her, through her, and around her...
Her muscles ripple, growing stronger and more toned. Her skin contorts, turning from a glorious mirrored sheen to a dull white. The change purges the fatigue poisons from her body, finally eliminating the aftereffects of the amphetamine. Her bones writhe, extruding spikes, claws and teeth larger and more razor-sharp than on any normal dragon. Her mangled hind leg knits somewhat, though not enough to put her full weight on it. Her body expands to the size of a mountain lion, and her thoughts become considerably more predatory.
I've always envied my fang dragon cousins' ferocity. Now is the time to emulate it.
Hopping down from the flabbergasted celestial's staff, she dives back into the arena. Her photographic memory guides her back to Gideon's position, where she strikes suddenly and without mercy!
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Zathra keeping her cool when the darkness surrounds that area.
Hmm, this is just going to be annoying but you are not the only one who is trained not use their seen of sight when all goes dark. I have a gift for you; they are a rather good dance partner for you and your song. They do not need you see you to hit you and I will even make then more powerful for you.
As you speaks she pulls a rod out of here belt you again begins to chant and make movement. When you begin to chant the air in front of here begins to take shape and turns in to a shape of a sword. As she finishes chanting another blade of force forms in front of her. The blades then fly off into two different directions. One flies towards Arik while the other goes after Gideon.
Well that funny I guess my other opponent is rather close then. That will keep him busy for a bit then.
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Gideon is just struggling to his feet when Hestaby collides with him, claws outstretched. Gideon barely has time to scream before he is torn violently apart, vanishing in a spray of blood and flesh.
Unfortunately for Hestaby, Zartha's blade still strikes true. Only now, standing where Gideon stood a moment before, it is the wrymling who suffers the full force behind the magical blade. As she staggers from the blow, movement on the arena floor catches her eye. The tattered remnants of her vanquished foe are gathering themselves together again. Gideon slowly rises from the ground, his bones reknitting themselves as magic takes hold of his vital systems, forcing them to rebuild.
Thank the gods for contingent spells...now, little newt, we will fight--- tooth to tooth and claw to claw.
His body begins to twist and buckle, expanding and losing its humanoid form completely. Where Gideon stood is a gargantuan creature, almost sixty feet tall. Its massive wings unfurl, revealing a body almost to hideous to imagine. Four clawed arms surround a muscular torso covered in spines. Its revolting head resembles that of a feral horse, and boar-like tusks dripping with poison jut from its mouth. But all that is merely detail, for the creatures chest draws the eyes away from the rest of the monstrous horror. A gaping mouth, full of row upon row of vicious, grinding teeth, sits in the center of the powerful torso, howling ferociously. Above this gaping maw rest two wickedly sharp pincers, constantly grasping and slashing at imaginary foes.
The demons in the stands gasp in horror and revulsion, for they know this monster. It is the ultimate demon, second only to the Lords of the Abyss. The abyssal general. The balor's nightmare. The Klurichir.
As the monster throws its considerable bulk onto the little dragon, grabbing it with all four taloned hands, an almost palpable wave of fear radiates outward, causing the spectators to recoil in horror and despair. Gripping Hestaby firmly, the creature begins to pull, attempting to brutally rip the wrymling apart.
The tables have turned...How do you like it?
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OOC: Oops, Gideon beat me to posting, so I need a new response. :OOC
BIC: So now Gideon is a demon, Damn it. I hate it when my allies become my enemies. I hope it's temporary. At least I'm free of my worries about that dragon. Back to little miss Zartha.
"Neat trick. I've got a better one. While I was travelling the planes, I saw into another world, where I was inspired by a man named Cyrano, who composed a poem in the midst of a duel. In the same manner, so shall I serenade you with death."
Arik draws his rapier to confront the magical blade approaching him. With each striking of the blades his song is amplified, stabbing at Zartha as if she had been struck by the rapier itself.
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Just as Gideon gets a firm grip, Hestaby abruptly dismisses the Polymorph spell, shrinking to the size of a housecat again and slipping out of his four-armed grip. She darts between his legs and wings it away at top speed. With Gideon close behind, she emerges right on top of the judges' stand, where she desperately dodges the transformed artifacier's blows and grabs while making an appeal.
"Sorcen, judges of this contest- I object. Deathmatches are traditionally to the death- not the second, third, or fourth death, but to the first. I have just killed this man. Some of the entities you have gathered here are so magically powerful, or so strongly immortal, that if their first death is not honored, a match between two of them could rage inconclusively for all eternity- spectacular, but obviously acceptable for a tournament match. Allow Gideon's strategem here, and you set a precedent for such eternal, inconclusive matches...you make the tournament itself a mockery of the fine tradition of bloodsport.
Declare me the victor! Eject Gideon!"
Her draconic blood spatters onto the arena floor, as Hestaby's dodging becomes slower and more akward. It is apparent that, without intervention, the wyrmling's lifespan is measurable in seconds.
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Zartha grabs her at her wounds as the magically wounds from Arik’s song appear. Blood flows freely as Zartha’s breathing becomes a little harder.
My own attempts seem to fail me. You are to fast to be hit by that blade and each block cause me a wound. Wait, that’s it if you’re to tried to keep up with the swings of the sword then victory will surely be mine.
Once more Zartha begins her magical chanting and arcane movements. An invisible cone shape wave flows out from Zartha towards Arik. The wave seems to make the air around it weight more as if giving off a tiring feeling that would make almost anyone tried but those who are not living.
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Arik's song falters under the weight and fatigue of the spell, and Zartha is freed from it. Arik himself struggles to defend himself with his now sluggish muscles. He blocks one, two attacks, but the third strikes true. It descends across his face, cleaving his mask in two, breaking his nose, and leaving a deep cut across his already hideously deformed, demonic face.
"RrraaAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGG GGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
An earshattering bellow erupts about the stadium as Arik lets out a cry of rage. His eyes possess a new look of vengeful malice.
Then they disappear. And a voice come from behind Zartha as the Punjab Lasso descends upon its prey.
"Now you die."
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As his assault continues, Gideon's now deep growling voice booms over the arena. Spittle flies from his demon form's mouths as he makes his appeal to the judges.
Lords, you have clearly stated that there are NO RULES. I am not one of the nearly immortal beings assembled here. I am a human, protected only my my foresight of my enemies plans and the items I create. What may only inconvience my foes is fatal to me. Am I to be prohibited from using my abilities to their utmost? Is it my fault the newt could not predict my actions? A simple dispelling robs me of my resurrection, and then I die. I am simply not capable of enduring the onslaught that many competitors can. It hardly seems fair to punish me for careful planning.
Gideon's claws rip through the judge's stand in an explosion of stone and wood.
In addition, this is a contest of skill, not a deathmatch. The decision is not in hands of the slayer, but in your's.
His grasping talons finally seize the evasive dragon, and he holds her up to eye level.
I also seem to remember you saving your life by using a spectator. As there are no rules, I won't fault you, but your complaints are very hypocritical.
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Zartha is caught by surprise by the sudden appearance of Arik behind her for she was not able to predict his movements in the darkness. The Punjab Lasso wraps around Zartha’s throat. Some of the little amount of strength Zartha has leaves her body. The Punjab Lasso cuts into Zathra’s throat making it harder to breathe every second. Then suddenly Zathra just slips out of the Punjab Lasso with magical grace. As she speaks she takes deep breaths and slowly regaining her normal breathing size.
Well that was….close. Good thing I ….was prepared for that trick again. When you spent your time singing I cast a spell to help protect me from you trapping me in your weapon. You seem to have quite a demonic face there. You complain about me being a demon and yet you hold the slight sign of demonic essence in your face. Your temper seems to be uncontrollable. It’s time to cool your temper down.
Zartha’s begins her chanting for another spell as she flies backwards away from Arik. Again Zartha points her finger at him but this time a blue ray streaks towards Arik. The ray cools the air around it and sometimes creating small ice crystals. Right when the ray is about 5 ft from Arik, Zatha’s rod in her hand begins to glow again as a colored sphere surround Arik with the ray of freezing cooled magic. The sphere is has a primary Violet color to it and all the colors seem to shimmer.
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The icy cold of the sphere bites at Arik, causing his blood to flow slowly and painfully. As he screams in pain, he realizes the only way to escape his icy prison: scream louder. With a magically enhanced shout, the already enraged Arik sends out wave after wave of sonic force, making cracks appear in the icy globe and the sound to reverberate and combine with more sound, and soon the cracks cause the sphere to split and the pieces to rub together. They produce a melodic ringing for a moment. Then there is an explosion. Chunks of ice fly in all directions accompanied by a tremendous sonic boom. in the middle of where the sphere is the man who calls himself the Ghost, blue and shivering, but alive. Slowly, he rises to speak:
"My . . . face . . . is . . . my . . . curse. My . . . voice . . . is my gift."
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Zartha looks with a hint of surprise as Arik stands with a determined mind set. She takes a second to examine the battle worn Arik then she quickly regains her own determined mind set.
You are rather determined to see me to the end aren’t you? You have endured much in the manner of ordeals in this battle. I have stabbed you, slashed you with magically swords, taken away most of your energy and now taken you to freezing temperature and yet to you struggle on to fight me for what reason, just because I am a demon. Hehe.....I envy you in a strange way. You have at least come terms with your defect while I try to hide my past for I would rather have not have a past and your music just reminds me of my past but I yet must fight on for we all fight for one similar reason. That reason is to survive, to live to the next day or in some cases the couple of seconds.
Zartha then draws from her belt a pair of what seems to be dagger but instead the metal is filled with a magical green acidic tint. The blade seems as if it should be dripping with acid but instead nothing falls from the dagger. Zartha then suddenly disappears for a few seconds then she reappears behind Airk striking with the pair of magical daggers that seem to both have a magical acidic spell that would seem to infect the body for many seconds. As she attacks him, she whispers in to Arik’s ear.
I will give you my all for that I maybe rid of your angelic music that hunts me and reminds me of my history.
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The daggers dig into him, releasing their caustic solution, and Arik falls to his knees in agony. Slumped over, his head reeling from the pain, a vision flashes before Arik's eyes. A memory.
A whirl of brown curls, the flash of an innocent smile, the face of a young girl appears. She is beautiful, glowing with a kind of inner radiance that feels as if it truly does give off light.
Then she speaks, melodic tones of playful adoration for a certain Angel of Music. Yes, she was beautiful, but her voice more beautiful by far. Even more so than his. Her every word was a song. And she sang of him, to him, for him.
Love. It's magic is beyond all that is known to mortal and god alike. Inspired by the memory of Christine, Arik finds new strength. With a deft movement, his blade flashes upward striking at his foe.
"But it's our past that makes us who we are."
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Arik’s blade stabs right through Zathra’s chest causing her to drop the daggers she had in her hands. Blood gushes out of the wound like a raging river for the wound is barely inches away from her heart. Blood is splattered out of Zatha’s mouth as she opens it to talk but to no words come forth. She then tries to speak again with success with her words but while she speaks small amounts of blood come forth from her mouth.
So our past is what makes us then. Is that the reason I feel now pain in this wound or any others that I suffer. My past has only caused me pain and suffering for millenniums. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT CAN DO TO AN ANG-!! Never mind the past is over and now it seem that my future maybe too but like I said before I must fight for every second of life for I have endured before.
Zartha then starts in a fast chanting of a spell but this time there are no arm movements to go with the spell. Then she opens here mouth wide with blood oozing out a she lets out a great yell that is strong then what most spells of its type comes from her mouth that she hopes to destroy Arik’s ability to hear if only for some time along with cause much damage. Then her hand then starts to flow with powerful electricity then she suddenly moves her hand to grasp Arik’s face with most of the life left in her body.
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OOC: check the OOC thread for our full ruling. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen stands after communing with the other judges. He looks at the Klurichir and the dragon below him, " Well you both fought very valiantly, but the decisions have been made. Gideon, it has been decided that since that was technically a death that it does count as a loss, sorry but I must ask you to step out of the way of the battle."
He turns to Hestaby, "Hestaby, it has been decided that the celestial will be allowed his revenge for you stealing the magic from his staff. Sorry to be so harsh on you with this inevitable defeat. Be comforted in the thought that the celestial will likely not kill you and if you do somehow die then I promise to revive you."
The archfiend smiles and motions for the angel to begin its onslaught once Gideon moves away and then proceeds to return to his throne.
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Arik's ears are ringing as the wave of sound washes over him. It makes it impossible to hear anything. He knows not how long this ringing that deafens him to all else will last.
Arik's love-bolstered reflexes take action to combat the lightning shrouded had approaching him. He grabs Zartha's forearm, forcing her onto her back.
" 'DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT CAN DO TO AN ANG-' what? Finish that sentence!"
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As Gideon leaves the arena in a huff, he turns back to the battle
Little dragon, eventually we must finish this battle. This is not over. I hope to meet you again, so we can resolve our differences. I hate to have a grudge against another artificer...
Arik...good luck.
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Zartha makes no resistance to Arik grabbing her arm and lets her be hit by the full blunt of the attack. The electricity just washes over her body and has no effect at all as being naturally a demonic creature is immune to it. Zartha speaks with a rather fierce tone in her voice.
Would you really want me to finish that sentence for I really don’t think you could handle the answer? I really don’t know if you could handle such a heavy truth as this for everything has a twist.
Zartha then makes a change in her arcane focus and reconnects to the blade of force just floating out in the battle field. She now commands it to flow towards to re-attack Arik again. She then quickly slips out of Arik’s grasp with again magical grace as her spell is still there. She then moves away from Arik as the force blade closes in on him.
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Hestaby bows her head graciously to the demon, then lightly moves over to the celestial.
"You have been offered the opportunity to take revenge. However, you have not been compelled to act on it. I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused you- I was not thinking clearly at the moment, having been subject to a truly colossal amount of blunt trauma moments before. I will gladly recharge the staff- or even replace it."
She stretches her neck, baring her jugular vein to the celestial.
"Failing that, take whatever measures will satisfy your desire for revenge on my body. I will not resist."
For what angel worth the name would take me up on such an offer?
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Arik raises his blade just in time to avoid being skewered, but the force of the blow knocks him from his feet. As he hits the ground, the weight of his many wounds begin to take their toll. While his vision restored his strength and renewed his resolve, he was still badly injured. His internal organs were heavily damaged by the acid and he has many deep cuts and a broken nose. He has lost a lot of blood. In this state, Arik stands, contemplating the potential injury the demoness' response could inflict.
As much as I dread the response, I know that I cannot turn back now. I must know. And yet I feel that somehow I already know what that response will be.
"Answer me."
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Blood still flows out of Zatha's wounds. She slow descends for she quickly is losing what strength she has left. Her mind now connects with Arik so that there talk shall only be the two of them.
Fine then I shall tell what you want to know and what wish you did not hear. I was once an angel way back in time. I was a on the side of good back then but I was capture by a ruler of Hell who I will not utter his name here even if tell just your mind. He tortured my for millenniums. My body was destroyed but me soul did remain or what you can now call a soul. My mind was corrupted now for the side of evil but some good still did remain for a bit. I somehow escaped that prison and went back to my home but little did I take the time to notice my body did reform but at a demon, the very things I killed but at least it was not a devil. The angels rejected me and attack me. That is when my little good did so go away.
Zartha then coughs up more blood from her wound and she seems as only seconds left in her life.
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OOC: We will begin judging this match now and post who we decided won it and then the combatants will come up with a good ending for the match based on our judgement. Hopefully this will work right. :OOC
BIC: The angel stops its hurried walk towards the dragon and considers the words of Hestaby. He speaks in a beautiful melodic voice, "Well that saves me some work then. Yes please recharge my staff and I will leave you in peace instead of pieces."
Sorcen appears disappointed at this but allows it. "Recharge the staff and then go about your business. Well go about your business outside of the arena. It was decided that it'd be best not to have you two interfere with the fight between your partners there."
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"Thank you very much. Just a moment..."
With a hollow-sounding 'sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssPOP' and a burst of violet light, a small vial of deep purple liquid appears in the wyrmling's hand. She flaps over to the angel's staff and rubs the fluid into the staff, which absorbs it like a sponge.
"That'll recharge it. It'll be oily for a few minutes, but I thought you'd like that better than me taking it back to my workshop for the neccesary rituals."
She winces.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the arena's healers."
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OOC: Well it was really close and a tough decision to make. Judgement ended with 1 vote for BlackendEarth and 2 for Seraphine, making Arik and Gideon the winners. Congradualations to the winners and to the winning impaired, you put up an excellent fight there.
You'll basically end it with some viable form of death or submission or if you have another idea for winning it. BlackendEarth, you can either request to have your character resurrected or start a new one if it happens to be killed. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen raises an eyebrow after communing with the other judges for a moment. He stands and faces the combatants, "It was a good fight and very close but we have decided Arik has won by a hair. Good job, it was very entertaining." He returns to his seat and awaits the conclusion of the match with a hint of eagerness.
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Arik's head swims through what feels like a black sludge, trying to make sense of it all.
Can I strike a former angel? but wait, something is not right. the whole story seems both planned and clumsy at the same time. "That is when my little good did so go away" why would even a fallen angel say this of herself? Wouldn't she feel indignant, that the wrongs were against her? Would she refer to her rejection as a loss of goodness? It just doesn't seem right. In, fact, the more of my past I revealed to her, the more she came to show little details of her "past." I gave her everything she needed to defeat me, and she nearly succeeded. Oh what a fool I have been.
"Lies! I should have known. I should have suspected such treachery from a demon. In the name of the Angel of Music you shall die!"
With the last of his strength, Arik brings his blade down upon his opponent, striking with all available force to smite his enemy.
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Zartha thinks to herself as Arik’s blade comes down on her
Just another disbeliever in the world. People just like this made me who i am today. I guess are past is what makes us.
Arik’s blade now cuts through the body of Zartha. The remaining life she had vanishes as the blade cuts her. Blood begins to flow out of the wound. Zartha falls to the ground as just now a body of flesh with no life in anymore.
OOC: Sorcen I will just have my body removed from the arena floor and put some where so that my body can just reform its self so I can fight later.
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OOC: That was a great ending. Oh yeh I forgot about that item allowing Zartha to reform. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen applaudes for the conclusion to the match. He motions for a pit fiend to carry Zartha's body off to a secure place to reform. "The past does indeed determine much of who you are, but let's not forgot the present and future."
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This is going to be very interesting. Now where are those two i am to play with. Lets see its that weird item creator guy and that one who sings in the name of angels. Speaking of them where is that dragon whos suppose to help me. I will be happy long as he stays out of my way but then again....
Her voice turns from a happy to a more of a whisper as she trails of talking to her self. She walks into the shadows of the arena and seems to meld in to the shadows.
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The silver wyrmling pads into the arena again, holding a pair of amber goggles in her mouth and rolling an elaborately engraved mithral canister almost as big as she is. She's looking considerably less peppy than in her first enterence, because she's just starting to come down off of the go-juice she used earlier, and it's making her twitchy and paranoid.
She puts the goggles down, and the air around her takes on a yellow glow: the glow becomes more and more solid until it resolves into a huge, stylized contraption that looks like a dragon in flight. Hestaby reaches its gleaming claw out and tosses the goggles into the shadows where the child dissapeared. There is a note pinned to them.
Put these on or you'll be blinded- as will our opponents, at least at the fight's start. Even with them, you won't be able to see beyond about thirty feet- but they'll have trouble seeing past the bridge of their noses. Use the advantage well.
Hestaby straightens up inside the armor, poising a shining claw above the canister: she watches the arena gates warily, waiting for her opponents.
The teams are interestingly even- an artifacier and a subtle type on each side. How deliberate is that, I wonder? Will it happen again? I need more data.
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Gideon walks out into the arena, glancing languidly at the giant dragon-armor in front of him.
Another dragon...in a bigger dragon. Why is it always dragons? But an artificer as well...I can't kill a fellow artificer...damn. This is going to be annoying.
Wait a minute...
He looks around again, apparently confused. Suddenly he snaps his fingers in realization and puts on a pair of goggles. He turns toward the shadows.
Don't think I don't see you hiding in there.
So saying, he pulls out his crossbow and slots several wands into it, before readying it to fire. He then (predictibly) pulls out a dog-end, lights it with a fireball, and leans back against the arena wall, waiting.
One more to come.
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Arik steps out of the shadows. No one is quite sure how long he has been there.
"Good afternoon."
So I'm with the human artificer against the dragon artificer and the girl.
"Zartha is it? Don't think I'll go easy on you, I know what you are, fiend."
[i]This should be interesting. She's tricky, but she won't escape the Punjab Lasso. But what to do with the dragon? I may need Gideon for him.
"Shall we begin then? I think so."
With a quick side-step, The Ghost disappears into the shadows and immediately an angelic voice begins to reverberate throughout the stadium, seeming to come from several directions at once. It's heavenly tones are painful to the fiend while to the dragon they seem demoralizing.
First let's see how they handle my music. . .
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Hestaby indulges herself in a varied and vituperative string of Draconic curses as she cuts off the sound pickups in the cockpit.
Damn! I'll have to rely exclusively on the sensors once I pop smoke. That's never a picnic.
She ruptures the mithral canister with a swipe of her 'claws', which jets an opaque teal smoke that billows out over the entire arena.
Then, Hestaby activates the flight controls, simultaneously activating dozens of downward-pointing Decanters of Endless Water built into the airframe; propelled by the reaction, the DragonShell slowly rises into the sky.
After making a brief in-flight check of the Decanters, Hestaby locates Gideon on her instruments and does her level best to paste him with a series of force-beam strafing runs. The accuracy suffers considerably, because she can't really deal with her own magical smoke as well as she'd like.
(OOC: A strong Wild Magic area is now in effect over the arena. The smoke utterly blocks vision and darkvision, as well as severely interfering with blindsight, blindsense, and magical divination effects.)
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I'm afraid Gideon's going to have to deal with that contraption. Oh well, that just means I can focus on the fiend.
Zartha feels a sharp pain around her neck as the Punjab Lasso closes around it, sapping her strength.
"What now, devil?"
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Damn. Blinded by simple smoke, and not even True Seeing helps here. At least the things loud.
Hestaby's spread of force-beams scours the ground around him. While most miss, several rip through Gideon. The small man stumbles, cursing, and glares up at the swirls of mist created by the flying machine. He aims his wandgun in its gerenal direction, and pulls the trigger. An almost invisible explosion of non-magic erupts from the barrels, sending ripples through the smoke as the pulse races toward the Dragonshell.
Shutdown!
Nine Disjunctions is enough to drop almost any artificer's creations...can the machine survive? I think not...I only hope it doesn't fall on Arik...
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The DragonShell's great speed and erratic maneuvering prevents the whole of it from being caught in the considerable radius of the Disjunctions: however, a goodly portion of the tail catches the extreme edge of the area, losing both thrust and articulation. Suddenly burdened with two tons of akwardly flopping dead weight, Hestaby struggles to pull her creation out of a flat spin.
Damn! I build well: what could make the entire tail go dead like that? Must've been a disjunction. Must've been more than one disjunction. This is a crafty son of a- OOF!
A wingtip clips the stands, sending a shuddering shock through the airframe and jolting the hell out of Hestaby: she regains control just meters above the ground, inadvertantly showering dozens of spectators with backblast from the decanters.
I know what I'll do.
Going into a shaky power climb and brushing blood out of her eyes from a scalp cut, Hestaby primes the worse-than-useless tail for midflight jettison. Once more pinpointing Gideon with the sensors, she ejects the tail to fall to Gideon's right, deactivates the noisy decanters, glides into a swift dive that will take her up onto Gideon's left, and strikes with razored tooth and gleaming claw!
He'll see the jettisoned tail fall from the mist with an almighty crash, and assume it to be me for the half second I'll need to take his head clean off from the opposite direction.
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Having put on the goggles when thrown in her direction Zartha was partially protected from the smoke buta second beforet Arik’s Punjab Lasso seems to press against Zathra’s neck Arik feels a change in direction in the wind behind him as suddenly Zartha disappears from the location where she at suddenly to behind Arik with no warning or sign of moving. Then grasping her hands on what seems to be air at first then taking a form of a dagger as she tries to stab Arik in the back while she has a slight surprise.
You will have to do better then that my friend for I am not so easily defeated by that technique. I have all ready seen it you need something newer and better then that. Plus you wouldn't hurt a little girl now, would you?
As she says this a slight grin shows that she is rather injoying her time with that human. She gives a quick glance in the direction of Hestaby hearing a loud noise in that area not being able to see anything that far away she looks back to the prey she is focused.
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"aagh!" Arik gives a cry as the blade cuts into him.
A decent wound. Not debilitating, but that hurt.
"Aha. So you're fast too. And the little girl line won't work. You see, although I serve an angel, you'll find I'm no gentleman.
In my time in Celestia, however, I learned much. You see, I weave magic into my music. This next tune is called Requiem for a Fiendish Little Girl. It was written for you. Oh, and you'll find that your friends little smoke screen won't help you against my music."
A beautiful mournful tune pierces Zartha like a blade, attacking her very being.
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As Ariks magically song stings Zartha she tries to cover her ears but noticing that it will not work a leave to her valuable to attacks.
That music again, it pains me to hear! How do you make it stop ahaha! I must deal with it for now.
As she finishes her sentence in a painful and irritated voice she makes a quick sign that washes Zartha with magic but seems to have no effect at the moment on her. She then starts to move her hands in a fluid motion as she starts to chant in a magically language. When she seems to finish she points her finger at Arik and a green bolt springs from her hand that seems to destroy the air around it and flies towards Arik.
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The notes and tune of Arik's song change and the green bolt fizzles and dies.
Thank God for Countersong. It's just a shame it had to interrupt my melody.
Arik smiles as he is struck by a sudden inspiration.
"So those goggles let you see through the smoke, do they? But how do they fare in the supernatural dark?"
A globe of impenetrable blackness descends upon the combatants, blocking even darkvision.
"Luckily I know how to track my foes by sound."
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Bull's Eye!
Gideon dodges to his left to avoid the Dragonshell he thinks is falling towards him. Luckily for him, Arik's darkness has covered the field. Gideon stumbles in the dark, and Hestaby's otherwise fatal blow just misses severing his neck. Instead, the massive mithril claws tear down his side, wrenching off his right arm. Screaming in pain, Gideon writhes on the ground, clutching at the bleeding stump.
GOD'S DAMN LITTLE B----!
Wimpering in pain, he weakly raises his weapon and pulls a second trigger. A ghostly light streaks from the barrels, illuminating the Dragonshell even through the darkness. Gideon tracks the glow and fires again, and the silent explosion of anti-magic streaks unerringly towards its target...the pilot of the Dragonshell.
Maybe...a hit...in the control panel will...short that...contraption out. Try flying...without controls, newt!
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Another one pull up PULL UP
Hestaby's drug-besotted mind struggles to command her aching muscles fast enough to direct the DragonShell into a soft landing. Her claws dance over the controls- *just* *another* *five* *degrees*---
The disjunction hits, and the cockpit goes dark. Hestaby is left in a pitch-black, form-fitting cavity within what is, without the magic that animated it, basically a falling statue. She has a little more than a second to reflect on this incredibly unpleasent fact before she feels a world-shattering jolt.
In her last few instants of control, Hestaby had made the attempt to land gently in a mostly-vacant part of the stands, and she came within feet of succeeding. It wasn't enough, though- the hanging 'paws' of the DragonShell smash into the arena wall, disintegrating into darkwood splinters and mithral shrapnel and flipping the inert construction onto its back, where it ploughs through several rows of vacant seats before coming to a torturous stop.
A bruised and bleeding Hestaby crawls out of the wreckage, eyes half-glazed with pain and a hind leg completely pulped by the crash. She expirimentally spreads her aching wings, trying to sense if the fragile membrane has been damaged.
I wonder if- "AAaaARGK-" I wonder if I can just count on the bastard to bleed out before I do? Can't take the chance. Gods, I'm so tired...
She takes a stumbling step, testing the limits of her damaged body as she tries to think of a plan. Something in the audience catches her eye.
That staff...petrified wood?
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Bingo.
Swooping over to the winged angel that holds the staff, she perches on top of it.
"Excuse me for a moment."
Drawing magical energy from the Staff of Transmutation as she has trained herself to do, Hestaby lets its eldritch power flow into her, through her, and around her...
Her muscles ripple, growing stronger and more toned. Her skin contorts, turning from a glorious mirrored sheen to a dull white. The change purges the fatigue poisons from her body, finally eliminating the aftereffects of the amphetamine. Her bones writhe, extruding spikes, claws and teeth larger and more razor-sharp than on any normal dragon. Her mangled hind leg knits somewhat, though not enough to put her full weight on it. Her body expands to the size of a mountain lion, and her thoughts become considerably more predatory.
I've always envied my fang dragon cousins' ferocity. Now is the time to emulate it.
Hopping down from the flabbergasted celestial's staff, she dives back into the arena. Her photographic memory guides her back to Gideon's position, where she strikes suddenly and without mercy!
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Zathra keeping her cool when the darkness surrounds that area.
Hmm, this is just going to be annoying but you are not the only one who is trained not use their seen of sight when all goes dark. I have a gift for you; they are a rather good dance partner for you and your song. They do not need you see you to hit you and I will even make then more powerful for you.
As you speaks she pulls a rod out of here belt you again begins to chant and make movement. When you begin to chant the air in front of here begins to take shape and turns in to a shape of a sword. As she finishes chanting another blade of force forms in front of her. The blades then fly off into two different directions. One flies towards Arik while the other goes after Gideon.
Well that funny I guess my other opponent is rather close then. That will keep him busy for a bit then.
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Gideon is just struggling to his feet when Hestaby collides with him, claws outstretched. Gideon barely has time to scream before he is torn violently apart, vanishing in a spray of blood and flesh.
Unfortunately for Hestaby, Zartha's blade still strikes true. Only now, standing where Gideon stood a moment before, it is the wrymling who suffers the full force behind the magical blade. As she staggers from the blow, movement on the arena floor catches her eye. The tattered remnants of her vanquished foe are gathering themselves together again. Gideon slowly rises from the ground, his bones reknitting themselves as magic takes hold of his vital systems, forcing them to rebuild.
Thank the gods for contingent spells...now, little newt, we will fight--- tooth to tooth and claw to claw.
His body begins to twist and buckle, expanding and losing its humanoid form completely. Where Gideon stood is a gargantuan creature, almost sixty feet tall. Its massive wings unfurl, revealing a body almost to hideous to imagine. Four clawed arms surround a muscular torso covered in spines. Its revolting head resembles that of a feral horse, and boar-like tusks dripping with poison jut from its mouth. But all that is merely detail, for the creatures chest draws the eyes away from the rest of the monstrous horror. A gaping mouth, full of row upon row of vicious, grinding teeth, sits in the center of the powerful torso, howling ferociously. Above this gaping maw rest two wickedly sharp pincers, constantly grasping and slashing at imaginary foes.
The demons in the stands gasp in horror and revulsion, for they know this monster. It is the ultimate demon, second only to the Lords of the Abyss. The abyssal general. The balor's nightmare. The Klurichir.
As the monster throws its considerable bulk onto the little dragon, grabbing it with all four taloned hands, an almost palpable wave of fear radiates outward, causing the spectators to recoil in horror and despair. Gripping Hestaby firmly, the creature begins to pull, attempting to brutally rip the wrymling apart.
The tables have turned...How do you like it?
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OOC: Oops, Gideon beat me to posting, so I need a new response. :OOC
BIC: So now Gideon is a demon, Damn it. I hate it when my allies become my enemies. I hope it's temporary. At least I'm free of my worries about that dragon. Back to little miss Zartha.
"Neat trick. I've got a better one. While I was travelling the planes, I saw into another world, where I was inspired by a man named Cyrano, who composed a poem in the midst of a duel. In the same manner, so shall I serenade you with death."
Arik draws his rapier to confront the magical blade approaching him. With each striking of the blades his song is amplified, stabbing at Zartha as if she had been struck by the rapier itself.
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Just as Gideon gets a firm grip, Hestaby abruptly dismisses the Polymorph spell, shrinking to the size of a housecat again and slipping out of his four-armed grip. She darts between his legs and wings it away at top speed. With Gideon close behind, she emerges right on top of the judges' stand, where she desperately dodges the transformed artifacier's blows and grabs while making an appeal.
"Sorcen, judges of this contest- I object. Deathmatches are traditionally to the death- not the second, third, or fourth death, but to the first. I have just killed this man. Some of the entities you have gathered here are so magically powerful, or so strongly immortal, that if their first death is not honored, a match between two of them could rage inconclusively for all eternity- spectacular, but obviously acceptable for a tournament match. Allow Gideon's strategem here, and you set a precedent for such eternal, inconclusive matches...you make the tournament itself a mockery of the fine tradition of bloodsport.
Declare me the victor! Eject Gideon!"
Her draconic blood spatters onto the arena floor, as Hestaby's dodging becomes slower and more akward. It is apparent that, without intervention, the wyrmling's lifespan is measurable in seconds.
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Zartha grabs her at her wounds as the magically wounds from Arik’s song appear. Blood flows freely as Zartha’s breathing becomes a little harder.
My own attempts seem to fail me. You are to fast to be hit by that blade and each block cause me a wound. Wait, that’s it if you’re to tried to keep up with the swings of the sword then victory will surely be mine.
Once more Zartha begins her magical chanting and arcane movements. An invisible cone shape wave flows out from Zartha towards Arik. The wave seems to make the air around it weight more as if giving off a tiring feeling that would make almost anyone tried but those who are not living.
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Arik's song falters under the weight and fatigue of the spell, and Zartha is freed from it. Arik himself struggles to defend himself with his now sluggish muscles. He blocks one, two attacks, but the third strikes true. It descends across his face, cleaving his mask in two, breaking his nose, and leaving a deep cut across his already hideously deformed, demonic face.
"RrraaAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGG GGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
An earshattering bellow erupts about the stadium as Arik lets out a cry of rage. His eyes possess a new look of vengeful malice.
Then they disappear. And a voice come from behind Zartha as the Punjab Lasso descends upon its prey.
"Now you die."
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As his assault continues, Gideon's now deep growling voice booms over the arena. Spittle flies from his demon form's mouths as he makes his appeal to the judges.
Lords, you have clearly stated that there are NO RULES. I am not one of the nearly immortal beings assembled here. I am a human, protected only my my foresight of my enemies plans and the items I create. What may only inconvience my foes is fatal to me. Am I to be prohibited from using my abilities to their utmost? Is it my fault the newt could not predict my actions? A simple dispelling robs me of my resurrection, and then I die. I am simply not capable of enduring the onslaught that many competitors can. It hardly seems fair to punish me for careful planning.
Gideon's claws rip through the judge's stand in an explosion of stone and wood.
In addition, this is a contest of skill, not a deathmatch. The decision is not in hands of the slayer, but in your's.
His grasping talons finally seize the evasive dragon, and he holds her up to eye level.
I also seem to remember you saving your life by using a spectator. As there are no rules, I won't fault you, but your complaints are very hypocritical.
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Zartha is caught by surprise by the sudden appearance of Arik behind her for she was not able to predict his movements in the darkness. The Punjab Lasso wraps around Zartha’s throat. Some of the little amount of strength Zartha has leaves her body. The Punjab Lasso cuts into Zathra’s throat making it harder to breathe every second. Then suddenly Zathra just slips out of the Punjab Lasso with magical grace. As she speaks she takes deep breaths and slowly regaining her normal breathing size.
Well that was….close. Good thing I ….was prepared for that trick again. When you spent your time singing I cast a spell to help protect me from you trapping me in your weapon. You seem to have quite a demonic face there. You complain about me being a demon and yet you hold the slight sign of demonic essence in your face. Your temper seems to be uncontrollable. It’s time to cool your temper down.
Zartha’s begins her chanting for another spell as she flies backwards away from Arik. Again Zartha points her finger at him but this time a blue ray streaks towards Arik. The ray cools the air around it and sometimes creating small ice crystals. Right when the ray is about 5 ft from Arik, Zatha’s rod in her hand begins to glow again as a colored sphere surround Arik with the ray of freezing cooled magic. The sphere is has a primary Violet color to it and all the colors seem to shimmer.
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The icy cold of the sphere bites at Arik, causing his blood to flow slowly and painfully. As he screams in pain, he realizes the only way to escape his icy prison: scream louder. With a magically enhanced shout, the already enraged Arik sends out wave after wave of sonic force, making cracks appear in the icy globe and the sound to reverberate and combine with more sound, and soon the cracks cause the sphere to split and the pieces to rub together. They produce a melodic ringing for a moment. Then there is an explosion. Chunks of ice fly in all directions accompanied by a tremendous sonic boom. in the middle of where the sphere is the man who calls himself the Ghost, blue and shivering, but alive. Slowly, he rises to speak:
"My . . . face . . . is . . . my . . . curse. My . . . voice . . . is my gift."
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Zartha looks with a hint of surprise as Arik stands with a determined mind set. She takes a second to examine the battle worn Arik then she quickly regains her own determined mind set.
You are rather determined to see me to the end aren’t you? You have endured much in the manner of ordeals in this battle. I have stabbed you, slashed you with magically swords, taken away most of your energy and now taken you to freezing temperature and yet to you struggle on to fight me for what reason, just because I am a demon. Hehe.....I envy you in a strange way. You have at least come terms with your defect while I try to hide my past for I would rather have not have a past and your music just reminds me of my past but I yet must fight on for we all fight for one similar reason. That reason is to survive, to live to the next day or in some cases the couple of seconds.
Zartha then draws from her belt a pair of what seems to be dagger but instead the metal is filled with a magical green acidic tint. The blade seems as if it should be dripping with acid but instead nothing falls from the dagger. Zartha then suddenly disappears for a few seconds then she reappears behind Airk striking with the pair of magical daggers that seem to both have a magical acidic spell that would seem to infect the body for many seconds. As she attacks him, she whispers in to Arik’s ear.
I will give you my all for that I maybe rid of your angelic music that hunts me and reminds me of my history.
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The daggers dig into him, releasing their caustic solution, and Arik falls to his knees in agony. Slumped over, his head reeling from the pain, a vision flashes before Arik's eyes. A memory.
A whirl of brown curls, the flash of an innocent smile, the face of a young girl appears. She is beautiful, glowing with a kind of inner radiance that feels as if it truly does give off light.
Then she speaks, melodic tones of playful adoration for a certain Angel of Music. Yes, she was beautiful, but her voice more beautiful by far. Even more so than his. Her every word was a song. And she sang of him, to him, for him.
Love. It's magic is beyond all that is known to mortal and god alike. Inspired by the memory of Christine, Arik finds new strength. With a deft movement, his blade flashes upward striking at his foe.
"But it's our past that makes us who we are."
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Arik’s blade stabs right through Zathra’s chest causing her to drop the daggers she had in her hands. Blood gushes out of the wound like a raging river for the wound is barely inches away from her heart. Blood is splattered out of Zatha’s mouth as she opens it to talk but to no words come forth. She then tries to speak again with success with her words but while she speaks small amounts of blood come forth from her mouth.
So our past is what makes us then. Is that the reason I feel now pain in this wound or any others that I suffer. My past has only caused me pain and suffering for millenniums. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT CAN DO TO AN ANG-!! Never mind the past is over and now it seem that my future maybe too but like I said before I must fight for every second of life for I have endured before.
Zartha then starts in a fast chanting of a spell but this time there are no arm movements to go with the spell. Then she opens here mouth wide with blood oozing out a she lets out a great yell that is strong then what most spells of its type comes from her mouth that she hopes to destroy Arik’s ability to hear if only for some time along with cause much damage. Then her hand then starts to flow with powerful electricity then she suddenly moves her hand to grasp Arik’s face with most of the life left in her body.
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OOC: check the OOC thread for our full ruling. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen stands after communing with the other judges. He looks at the Klurichir and the dragon below him, " Well you both fought very valiantly, but the decisions have been made. Gideon, it has been decided that since that was technically a death that it does count as a loss, sorry but I must ask you to step out of the way of the battle."
He turns to Hestaby, "Hestaby, it has been decided that the celestial will be allowed his revenge for you stealing the magic from his staff. Sorry to be so harsh on you with this inevitable defeat. Be comforted in the thought that the celestial will likely not kill you and if you do somehow die then I promise to revive you."
The archfiend smiles and motions for the angel to begin its onslaught once Gideon moves away and then proceeds to return to his throne.
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Arik's ears are ringing as the wave of sound washes over him. It makes it impossible to hear anything. He knows not how long this ringing that deafens him to all else will last.
Arik's love-bolstered reflexes take action to combat the lightning shrouded had approaching him. He grabs Zartha's forearm, forcing her onto her back.
" 'DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT CAN DO TO AN ANG-' what? Finish that sentence!"
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As Gideon leaves the arena in a huff, he turns back to the battle
Little dragon, eventually we must finish this battle. This is not over. I hope to meet you again, so we can resolve our differences. I hate to have a grudge against another artificer...
Arik...good luck.
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Zartha makes no resistance to Arik grabbing her arm and lets her be hit by the full blunt of the attack. The electricity just washes over her body and has no effect at all as being naturally a demonic creature is immune to it. Zartha speaks with a rather fierce tone in her voice.
Would you really want me to finish that sentence for I really don’t think you could handle the answer? I really don’t know if you could handle such a heavy truth as this for everything has a twist.
Zartha then makes a change in her arcane focus and reconnects to the blade of force just floating out in the battle field. She now commands it to flow towards to re-attack Arik again. She then quickly slips out of Arik’s grasp with again magical grace as her spell is still there. She then moves away from Arik as the force blade closes in on him.
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Hestaby bows her head graciously to the demon, then lightly moves over to the celestial.
"You have been offered the opportunity to take revenge. However, you have not been compelled to act on it. I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused you- I was not thinking clearly at the moment, having been subject to a truly colossal amount of blunt trauma moments before. I will gladly recharge the staff- or even replace it."
She stretches her neck, baring her jugular vein to the celestial.
"Failing that, take whatever measures will satisfy your desire for revenge on my body. I will not resist."
For what angel worth the name would take me up on such an offer?
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Arik raises his blade just in time to avoid being skewered, but the force of the blow knocks him from his feet. As he hits the ground, the weight of his many wounds begin to take their toll. While his vision restored his strength and renewed his resolve, he was still badly injured. His internal organs were heavily damaged by the acid and he has many deep cuts and a broken nose. He has lost a lot of blood. In this state, Arik stands, contemplating the potential injury the demoness' response could inflict.
As much as I dread the response, I know that I cannot turn back now. I must know. And yet I feel that somehow I already know what that response will be.
"Answer me."
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Blood still flows out of Zatha's wounds. She slow descends for she quickly is losing what strength she has left. Her mind now connects with Arik so that there talk shall only be the two of them.
Fine then I shall tell what you want to know and what wish you did not hear. I was once an angel way back in time. I was a on the side of good back then but I was capture by a ruler of Hell who I will not utter his name here even if tell just your mind. He tortured my for millenniums. My body was destroyed but me soul did remain or what you can now call a soul. My mind was corrupted now for the side of evil but some good still did remain for a bit. I somehow escaped that prison and went back to my home but little did I take the time to notice my body did reform but at a demon, the very things I killed but at least it was not a devil. The angels rejected me and attack me. That is when my little good did so go away.
Zartha then coughs up more blood from her wound and she seems as only seconds left in her life.
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OOC: We will begin judging this match now and post who we decided won it and then the combatants will come up with a good ending for the match based on our judgement. Hopefully this will work right. :OOC
BIC: The angel stops its hurried walk towards the dragon and considers the words of Hestaby. He speaks in a beautiful melodic voice, "Well that saves me some work then. Yes please recharge my staff and I will leave you in peace instead of pieces."
Sorcen appears disappointed at this but allows it. "Recharge the staff and then go about your business. Well go about your business outside of the arena. It was decided that it'd be best not to have you two interfere with the fight between your partners there."
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"Thank you very much. Just a moment..."
With a hollow-sounding 'sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssPOP' and a burst of violet light, a small vial of deep purple liquid appears in the wyrmling's hand. She flaps over to the angel's staff and rubs the fluid into the staff, which absorbs it like a sponge.
"That'll recharge it. It'll be oily for a few minutes, but I thought you'd like that better than me taking it back to my workshop for the neccesary rituals."
She winces.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the arena's healers."
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OOC: Well it was really close and a tough decision to make. Judgement ended with 1 vote for BlackendEarth and 2 for Seraphine, making Arik and Gideon the winners. Congradualations to the winners and to the winning impaired, you put up an excellent fight there.
You'll basically end it with some viable form of death or submission or if you have another idea for winning it. BlackendEarth, you can either request to have your character resurrected or start a new one if it happens to be killed. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen raises an eyebrow after communing with the other judges for a moment. He stands and faces the combatants, "It was a good fight and very close but we have decided Arik has won by a hair. Good job, it was very entertaining." He returns to his seat and awaits the conclusion of the match with a hint of eagerness.
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Arik's head swims through what feels like a black sludge, trying to make sense of it all.
Can I strike a former angel? but wait, something is not right. the whole story seems both planned and clumsy at the same time. "That is when my little good did so go away" why would even a fallen angel say this of herself? Wouldn't she feel indignant, that the wrongs were against her? Would she refer to her rejection as a loss of goodness? It just doesn't seem right. In, fact, the more of my past I revealed to her, the more she came to show little details of her "past." I gave her everything she needed to defeat me, and she nearly succeeded. Oh what a fool I have been.
"Lies! I should have known. I should have suspected such treachery from a demon. In the name of the Angel of Music you shall die!"
With the last of his strength, Arik brings his blade down upon his opponent, striking with all available force to smite his enemy.
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Zartha thinks to herself as Arik’s blade comes down on her
Just another disbeliever in the world. People just like this made me who i am today. I guess are past is what makes us.
Arik’s blade now cuts through the body of Zartha. The remaining life she had vanishes as the blade cuts her. Blood begins to flow out of the wound. Zartha falls to the ground as just now a body of flesh with no life in anymore.
OOC: Sorcen I will just have my body removed from the arena floor and put some where so that my body can just reform its self so I can fight later.
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OOC: That was a great ending. Oh yeh I forgot about that item allowing Zartha to reform. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen applaudes for the conclusion to the match. He motions for a pit fiend to carry Zartha's body off to a secure place to reform. "The past does indeed determine much of who you are, but let's not forgot the present and future."
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Septimus and Insyr vs Steropes and Zur'thash
OOC: absolutely beautiful....
BIC: The sphere watches the match, though he does not applaud with the rest((yes I know he can't if he wanted to, nevermind that)). "What is the meaning of this fighting,demon? Why do you do this? Oh well, I suppose it is my turn to fight? There's one death no one will miss... myself included..."
>>OOC>> Dang, that was an awsome ending! <
>>BIC>> In a flash of light, a man appears nearby, he is wearing simple clothing, along with a long blindfold. He simply stands where he appeared for a second, then walks towards the most powerfull presence he feels, which just happens to be Sorcen. Demon! Why have I been brought to this... place?
>>OOC>> I can change the text color if that's too hard to read. < The sphere floats over to the strange blindfolded man, and speaks to his mind: "it's no use, this demon here is morepowerful than any of us can hope to fight... it seems like this is some sort of an arena, we're made to fight here for the entertainment of these demons... The good news is this: he won't let us die, though personally I rather end my meaningless existence... Well, the best of luck to you, than, and good luck getting back out."
OOC: please please change the text color, all that's needed is quotation marks really.
These: "
((OOC)) Awwwww... But I like colored text! I'll put it in Italics instead...
((BIC)) Insyr turns towards the glowing sphere,
"No life is meaningless, no matter how you were placed on this world. You should think of why you think your life is worthless, and instead of sulking on it, you should try to change that. Meditate on it."
Insyr thinks about his situation, "An arena, made by demons... Interesting... So we have been dragged here from whatever life we may have been living before simply to entertain these demons?" He shakes his head, "I am continually dissapointed by the creatures of the abyss."
" That would apply for most, but in my case, I was merely created by an accident of magic. As for the demons, I honestly don't see why you are disappointed, it implies that you expected something of them, which is, frankly, a bad move in the first place."
((gotta go, see you in two hours-ish))
Insyr smiles, "I expect something of everyone, I have learned to adapt to those often situations where what expect never happens. Always treat someone as though they were a kind and helpfull person until they prove otherwise.
Perhaps you were put onto this world by accident, but that was not for you to decide. All we have to decide is is what to do with the time that is givin us. Think on it, perhaps you may understand, perhaps not. It makes no difference to me, but makes a world of difference to you. You decide."to whoever knows what sentence was a quote, and where that quote was from.
"hm... perhaps you are right, though there is little that I can't have discovered on the matter, having spent the last 200 years trying to answer that question... Well, I suppose we'd best go and ask the demon for directions, who knows? Sooner or later, we may even get out of this place..."
"Well.. unfortunately, it seems the two of us have been chosen to fight, to the arena, I suppose..." with that, the sphere floats off to the ring.
"You are quite right, but the four of us have been chosed to fight here. Or so told me my divinations." Said grinnig wizard who had steped to arena from thin air. "The final one of us is horibly late" Then he made a quik bow and said "I'm Steropes of Realms, who do I have the honor to fight?"
"insyr for one, if you survive the preaching, and I, zur'thash. As for the late one, well, good for them I say."
Insyr nods at Steropes, "It is my pleasure to meet you, Steropes of the realms."
Septimus comes in bearing his staff once again.
"Okay. Now what do I do?"
"ah, you would be the one than? I believe sorcen has called you for your next match... there will be two teams, and I haven't got the faintest idea who goes where"
OOC: Crystall Myr reminded me of roleplaying my decisions, sorry bout that, I wasnt even thinking of it. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen thinks for a moment and stands and walks over to the edge of the balcony and raises a hand for silence, "To help get things moving again in here I picked your teams for you. Septimus and Insyr on one team versus Steropes and Zur'thash. Have fun, it seems like an interesting match-up we have here."
He sits back down on his throne and waits patiently for the match to begin.
"have fun eh? Oh yes, I'm sure I'll have endless entertainment... somehow, I don't buy it." With that, the sphere teleports itself and steropes into the arena and readies itself for combat.
Steropes turns to sphere and asks:"So what short of defences do you use or want?"
"well, last I checked, I'm a living incarnation of the sort of magical defenses that wizards drool over from the other side of a shopping window, I think I'll be fine. If you need defense though, by all means, hop in." With that, the shimmering sphere teleports insyr and septimus in, placing them on the other end of the arena. "ready when you two are, don't worry, I don't like this any more than you two do, so I'll try not to hurt you too much..."
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"So be it" Steropes makes a single motion activating spells.
"Who said I don't like this? Life has been ever so boring since I was finally brought back to it. This tournament is the most exciting thing to happen in ages."
Septimus raises his staff and fires a cone of cold at the sphere. He then creates a sphere made of pure wind and lets it hang in the air next to himself.
Insyr looks at the other people in the arena, "So be it, let us begin."
"...indeed, the sooner this is over, the better."
The sphere turns scarlet, tongues of flame flicking in and out, surrounds steropes, and dissolves the ice as it closes in around it."so, that's what passes for a wizard these days eh? My my, standards have fallen, haven't they?"
It then molds himself into the shape of a blade((sort of boomerang shaped)) and rushes back and forth through septimus before backing away and regaining its original form.
Steropes call a spell that sends five small missiles to blind monk. And cojures a huge ball of acid and sends it to Septimus.
Septimus counterspells the acid.
"So you are no ordinary prismatic sphere then. I see that I shall have to approach this in a new way. Wait... No! Darn it, it's a perfect defense. Or is it?"
Septimus conjures a prismatic sphere of his own and lets his wind sphere blast a hurricane-force wind into Stereopes, exhausting itself.
A hand reaches out of the sphere, grabbing stereopes and tossing him aside, away from the incoming prismatic sphere. Zur'thash then molds himself to fit seamlessly on septimus, covering him((think of it as a prismatic suit)). "go ahead, I'm not stopping you from moving, it'll make my day.."
Even as the mage begins the spell to send missles towards Insyr, he was already moving away from the line of fire. He rolls over to the side of the energy, and pulling out his bow while he does. He finishes the roll on one knee, launching a single arrow towards Steropes.
But the missiles follow monk casing nothing but pain on monk. The arrow comes and makes a clean shot at Steropes chest, but after hiting it drops on ground. "Now it is my turn" said Steropes and summons a ring of lightning around him. Allso he sends two lighting bolts to monk.. From the ring.
Zur'thash shimmers for a moment before spraying insyr with rays of multicolored light. It then creates a brilliant inward flash of light, attempting to blind the trapped mage.
Insyr, listening to the sound of lightning, launches two arrows straight into the paths of the bolts, hoping for the metal in the tips to absorb the electricity. Even while they pass through the air, he sends more bolts towards him,
"I know for a fact that no shield is invincible, how many of these can you block?"
Septimus attempts to teleport away with nothing but a thought.
"tough luck guys, obviously you, insyr, never heard of magic. As for you septimus, nice try, that was pretty hard there to keep you trapped." The sphere then teleports septimus out of itself, and straight in the path of the lightning and arrows.
"Heads:all them in the world; tails:not so many." Whit qiuck gesture Steropes summons annother defence. "but I'm thired of this game." After he sees that his spell come true he lauches the two lighting bolts from his lighting ring to Septimus AND casts a thin green ray to the same target as bolts.
((come on, tell me you guys have some uber-move you're hiding! ))
Zur'thash moves back to shield stereopes.
(((OOC))) Dang, being the only person not able to use magic is hard!
*Gets his rulebooks to see how a monk/scout could actually fight a wizard*
Aha!
(((BIC))) Insyr stop for a second, then vanishes from sight, becoming completely etheral. He moves invisibly towards the wizard.
Steropes blinks his eyes whit unbelife and then shouts to Septimus:"Long rangered invisibility? We will talk about that when we are done! Then he makes a gesture that summons evect of See invisibility, but... He doesn't see the monk.
OCC:Hey, lets give monk a try, so don't stop him. OK?
A minor defensive spell springs up to protect Septimus. It blocks the beams, though the lightning bolts hurt him.
"Well, I guess it's time for my default strategy again."
Septimus disappears into the space between seconds to buff himself once more. As he comes back, he looks taller.
The arena darkens momentarily as zur'thash seems to absorb all the light from around it. Soon, the light explodes out into a briliant multicolored wave, heading towards septimus.
OOC:Septimus, did you use time stop? If you did, then my char have got some spear time
"You are no match for me and my Time Stop!"
A shimmering screen emerges between Septimus and the light. Septimus, meanwhile, puts a forcecube around the annoying Prismatic thing.
"time to transmit my essence than, do you have any idea how hard it is to deal with a headache when you haven't even got a head? I didn't think so..." a flash of light moves across from the sphere to the cube, leaving the sphere as a ball of force. The cube begins to glow with multicolored light, and rollss towards septimus.
Insyr watches the fight, then sneaks behind the wizard, still etheral.
When he gets the chance, he strikes; stepping out of the etheral plane, pulling out his two rapiers and hitting the wizard 4 times with each one, then landing two kicks on his back.
"so that's where you went... how about you stick to your own wizard?" A hand then reaches out of the cube and throws insyr at septimus after passing the monk through itself
The rapiers went through Steropes, but they don't seem to make any damage, but the two kicks land where they should land. The lighting ring zapd monk for comig too close.
OOC:My char is immune spell:Time stop(there are others). He is choosen of deity of spells. If made a note to Sorcen about it.
BIC:"Hold my back, sepher, and you will see true magic!"
Then Sterops casts a spell, but this one is not like most of them. After the spell is done Steropes quikly breath deep and then breaths fire out. Fire rages for few momets, but gets a shape:a huge red dragon. "As I said, lets quit the games and start a real fight"
" my my, don't you just hate showoffs?" the now-cube says to insyr.
Zur'thash shifts his essence back to the original sphere and encapsulates insyr and septimus before rushing over to the dragon and depositing them by it. "I hope you two are competent enough to deal with that, it's mostly hot air I reckon."
((err... steropes, who said that we should give CM a chance? I believe it was you... oh, and guys, you do not have to stay rules legal! Half the fun is in making stuff up, and as this is diceless and crunchless, I don't see why we shouldn't.))
OOC:Monk/Scout is at least 20. They have change, don't worry. I was curious about what monk was going to do, if he could come close. And we have annother wizard over here who haves a staff he haven't even used. And who propaply is allso epic(I don't denie it) I'm just making these guys to make them best over here..
PS:How do you know we are not working whit an illusion over here
"All right, that does it!"
Septimus flies up into the sky and yells a single word. An avalanche appears out of nowhere and lands on the dragon.
((power word: thud anyone?))
"well, that sure was a tad cooling, would there be anything else?"
(((OOC))) I am ignoring dice, it's just that my character isn't a magic-user, so I have to have a logical explanation for my actions at least.
(((BIC))) Insyr catches himself on the floor, ignoring the pain washing over him. He simply stands there, listening for a while, the suddenly a change seems to go over him; the very fabric of reality begins to twitch violently around him. Space seems to twist and pop, creating a strange effect on the eyes of anyone who watches. Before anyone has any time to react, Insyr appears right next to Steropes, and seems at every side of him at once, and yet only in one place.
A thousand blows seems to strike at him from his left, his right, even above and below him, every attempt to harm him seems to miss, as the monk just is on the other side of him. Before the wizard fully realizes what had happened, Insyr seems to simply take a single step back, and neatly places himself at least a hundred feet from the wizard. He smiles,
"When one understands the very planes themselves, one does not have to abide by their laws."
(((OOC))) Fear the powers of the wise man!
((nice! That's more like it))
"well said... unfortunately for you, the same applies for me too."
Zur'thash blinks out for a moment before reappearing by septimus, blasting him with energy stolen from the positive energy plane itself. "And before you ask... I've already convinced pelor to let me take as much of the place as I like, so don't expect any help."
The dragon screams as ice hits and perforates dragons body. The dragon Tryes to breath fire at Septimus, but fails and falls down.
Steropes calls fireball down his feet whit sincle word and geasture so that the monk must back of from him. The blody lips grin:"You don't have to be wise to bend the reality. You have heard of time flow? Well, I'm steping one." Quick spell and Steropes movement seems to be blurry.
Septimus is unharmed by the positive energy. The fireball is negated by one of his spells.
"What, do I look like a vampire or something?!"
Septimus twirls his staff in the air, and several laughing wind elementals appear.
BIC:Steropes conjures four meteores and send them straight to the elements. Then, whit his new speed, he runs even faster than his spell and disturbs Septimus so he can't do anything against closing meteorites.
Septimus tries to ignore Stereopes and casts a targetd dispel magic on the closest prismatic sphere.
Once the meteorites hit targets Steropes once again uses his new speed and runs away the hitting are leaving wind elements burned. The fire from meteorites reach Septimus and he is swallowed by the flames.
Septimus is only slightly singed. As he is driven madder still, he dismisses two of the spells that are protecting him, puts Septimus's Staff away, and whips out Staff of Penetration. He follows up with using the staff's Heighten effect to throw a Twisted World Fragment at Stereopes.
OOC: That would cause a large amount of damage due to non-Eucledian geometries involved.
Insyr takes a single step away from the fight, and somehow manages to space himself a hundred feet away from his opponents. He pulls out his bow, and begins to rocket off arrows at an amazing speed, each one glowing brightly.
Steropes quickly casts antimagicfiled on silvercoin. The spell can't effect Steropes, but the arrows can and few of them hit him. Then he throw the coin to Septimus. Once the coin is far enought the missiles seems to turn back to Insyr.
Steropes takes the orb from his poket and the injures seems to disapear. Then he casts one of his spells and dark sepher appears next to him.
((sorry bout being away, I had a surgery...sort of))
The sphere wavers and flickers as septimus's spell hits it to great effect. It splits into a hundred shimmering knives, which fly in even numbers through insyr and septimus before reforming behind them.
((by the way guys, don't you think this is getting a tad outta hand? C_M, you're doing fine, don't worry.))
Septimus flies away from the coin. He tries to keep his eyes on both Stereopes and the sphere.
OOC:Septimus it is a area spell. You are still in the spell area
Insyr, seeing that his arrows aren't doing anything, stops and begins muttering to himself.
"Should I?... Yes, I care not what happens to this accursed plane anyways."
He then fires off a single arrow, one which seems to be invisible, but also seems to suck all of reality, air, space, time, magic, light, and everything else towards it in a five-foot radius. This arrow speeds towards the enemy wizard unerringly.
OOC: This arrow is not magical, it just happens to be ripping a hole in reality,
OOC:But it still is a arrow
BIC:Taking his powers to their limits Steropes boosts his Reverse Arrows spell so it could stand agains draining. Slowly the arrow turns and finaly have been complitely turned.
Steropes leans to his staff looking tired.
The sphere moves over to septimus, encapsulating him. It then expands and shapes itself to become a walled in maze complex. "do you like mazes? I sure hope you do, 'cause you won't be getting out of this one for some time... ((please don't teleport out"))
Steropes quickly casts Dimension lock(the 8th lvl spell) on arena:"No more teleportin"
Insyr's arrow was deflected, but its results remained. A large gash now floats in the center of the arena, ready to consume anything that dares to get too close.
A thought arrives in insyr's mind... "thank you, I'll be sure to incorporate that into the maze."
With that, the maze twists and turns around the void, and a dozen hands shoot out of the shimmering walls at septimus.
"I do like mazes. I once went for over 3 weeks trapped in a maze without food or water. Well, let's walk."
Septimus swaps his staves back. He then casts a minor directional/lighting spell and walks the maze, taking care not to get beat up by the hands.
OOC: Well it was an even vote with a tiebreaker in my lap and it was a hard decision but I think Zur'thash and Steropes won it barely. I liked the teamwork on both sides, good job to all of you. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen sends each of the combatants a mental message telling them that defeat seems imminent for Septimus and Insyr and for them to end it accordingly.
"No longer can I continue this path."
Insyr reaches upwards, and unties the blindfold around his eyes. At once a piercing light shines from his eyes and through the arena, and all look upon the light see every pain, every sadness, every negative emotion ever felt, from the crying of a small girl to the dying pains of a black dragon, this power seems to flow from his eyes and into the world around him, twisting sadly through all of the viewers. He shakes his head sadly, "Perhaps you all see now the weight I have beared for my whole life.", and with those sad words, he falls to the ground, his eyes begin to fade, and his body slumps towards the dirt. As people watch, they suddenly realize how full of life he had seemed before, but now his body seemed empty, devoid of life, soul, light. "I wish..." he murmurs even as his soul departs, "that all could see this world..." he paused, his skin turning pale as life flew from him, "as it could be if we had..." he fell to the ground, gone from our world. His last word echoing across all other's ears,
"Faith."
(((OOC))) Yup, he's dead dead alright. I've decided that's it's too hard to have a non-spellcaster in this arena, and thus Insyr is gone from the arena forever.
((WOW.))
The maze dissolves back into a sphere, which moves over to insyr in shock. "what? You... you were the one talking of every life having a meaning! If I must live, why not you? Why..." It hovers there, stunned.
Steropes bows to Sorcen and disspells his dimensionlock. "This was great battle, but the end makes me sad. Septimus, I hope you have no hard feelings on me, come lets head to the bar and I'll by you a drink. The over includes you too sepher, but I'm not sure you can drink..." Steropes casts Teleportation circle and steps in..
The sphere does not follow them. Instead, it hovers by insyr's body, not seeming to notice them.
"No hard feelings. I didn't really know how to go about battling a shapeshifting Prismatic being anyway. Sad about Insyr though. Sadder still that I have no idea what he meant."
Septimus exits the arena and goes into the bar.
BIC: The sphere watches the match, though he does not applaud with the rest((yes I know he can't if he wanted to, nevermind that)). "What is the meaning of this fighting,demon? Why do you do this? Oh well, I suppose it is my turn to fight? There's one death no one will miss... myself included..."
>>OOC>> Dang, that was an awsome ending! <
>>BIC>> In a flash of light, a man appears nearby, he is wearing simple clothing, along with a long blindfold. He simply stands where he appeared for a second, then walks towards the most powerfull presence he feels, which just happens to be Sorcen. Demon! Why have I been brought to this... place?
>>OOC>> I can change the text color if that's too hard to read. < The sphere floats over to the strange blindfolded man, and speaks to his mind: "it's no use, this demon here is morepowerful than any of us can hope to fight... it seems like this is some sort of an arena, we're made to fight here for the entertainment of these demons... The good news is this: he won't let us die, though personally I rather end my meaningless existence... Well, the best of luck to you, than, and good luck getting back out."
OOC: please please change the text color, all that's needed is quotation marks really.
These: "
((OOC)) Awwwww... But I like colored text! I'll put it in Italics instead...
((BIC)) Insyr turns towards the glowing sphere,
"No life is meaningless, no matter how you were placed on this world. You should think of why you think your life is worthless, and instead of sulking on it, you should try to change that. Meditate on it."
Insyr thinks about his situation, "An arena, made by demons... Interesting... So we have been dragged here from whatever life we may have been living before simply to entertain these demons?" He shakes his head, "I am continually dissapointed by the creatures of the abyss."
" That would apply for most, but in my case, I was merely created by an accident of magic. As for the demons, I honestly don't see why you are disappointed, it implies that you expected something of them, which is, frankly, a bad move in the first place."
((gotta go, see you in two hours-ish))
Insyr smiles, "I expect something of everyone, I have learned to adapt to those often situations where what expect never happens. Always treat someone as though they were a kind and helpfull person until they prove otherwise.
Perhaps you were put onto this world by accident, but that was not for you to decide. All we have to decide is is what to do with the time that is givin us. Think on it, perhaps you may understand, perhaps not. It makes no difference to me, but makes a world of difference to you. You decide."to whoever knows what sentence was a quote, and where that quote was from.
"hm... perhaps you are right, though there is little that I can't have discovered on the matter, having spent the last 200 years trying to answer that question... Well, I suppose we'd best go and ask the demon for directions, who knows? Sooner or later, we may even get out of this place..."
"Well.. unfortunately, it seems the two of us have been chosen to fight, to the arena, I suppose..." with that, the sphere floats off to the ring.
"You are quite right, but the four of us have been chosed to fight here. Or so told me my divinations." Said grinnig wizard who had steped to arena from thin air. "The final one of us is horibly late" Then he made a quik bow and said "I'm Steropes of Realms, who do I have the honor to fight?"
"insyr for one, if you survive the preaching, and I, zur'thash. As for the late one, well, good for them I say."
Insyr nods at Steropes, "It is my pleasure to meet you, Steropes of the realms."
Septimus comes in bearing his staff once again.
"Okay. Now what do I do?"
"ah, you would be the one than? I believe sorcen has called you for your next match... there will be two teams, and I haven't got the faintest idea who goes where"
OOC: Crystall Myr reminded me of roleplaying my decisions, sorry bout that, I wasnt even thinking of it. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen thinks for a moment and stands and walks over to the edge of the balcony and raises a hand for silence, "To help get things moving again in here I picked your teams for you. Septimus and Insyr on one team versus Steropes and Zur'thash. Have fun, it seems like an interesting match-up we have here."
He sits back down on his throne and waits patiently for the match to begin.
"have fun eh? Oh yes, I'm sure I'll have endless entertainment... somehow, I don't buy it." With that, the sphere teleports itself and steropes into the arena and readies itself for combat.
Steropes turns to sphere and asks:"So what short of defences do you use or want?"
"well, last I checked, I'm a living incarnation of the sort of magical defenses that wizards drool over from the other side of a shopping window, I think I'll be fine. If you need defense though, by all means, hop in." With that, the shimmering sphere teleports insyr and septimus in, placing them on the other end of the arena. "ready when you two are, don't worry, I don't like this any more than you two do, so I'll try not to hurt you too much..."
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"So be it" Steropes makes a single motion activating spells.
"Who said I don't like this? Life has been ever so boring since I was finally brought back to it. This tournament is the most exciting thing to happen in ages."
Septimus raises his staff and fires a cone of cold at the sphere. He then creates a sphere made of pure wind and lets it hang in the air next to himself.
Insyr looks at the other people in the arena, "So be it, let us begin."
"...indeed, the sooner this is over, the better."
The sphere turns scarlet, tongues of flame flicking in and out, surrounds steropes, and dissolves the ice as it closes in around it."so, that's what passes for a wizard these days eh? My my, standards have fallen, haven't they?"
It then molds himself into the shape of a blade((sort of boomerang shaped)) and rushes back and forth through septimus before backing away and regaining its original form.
Steropes call a spell that sends five small missiles to blind monk. And cojures a huge ball of acid and sends it to Septimus.
Septimus counterspells the acid.
"So you are no ordinary prismatic sphere then. I see that I shall have to approach this in a new way. Wait... No! Darn it, it's a perfect defense. Or is it?"
Septimus conjures a prismatic sphere of his own and lets his wind sphere blast a hurricane-force wind into Stereopes, exhausting itself.
A hand reaches out of the sphere, grabbing stereopes and tossing him aside, away from the incoming prismatic sphere. Zur'thash then molds himself to fit seamlessly on septimus, covering him((think of it as a prismatic suit)). "go ahead, I'm not stopping you from moving, it'll make my day.."
Even as the mage begins the spell to send missles towards Insyr, he was already moving away from the line of fire. He rolls over to the side of the energy, and pulling out his bow while he does. He finishes the roll on one knee, launching a single arrow towards Steropes.
But the missiles follow monk casing nothing but pain on monk. The arrow comes and makes a clean shot at Steropes chest, but after hiting it drops on ground. "Now it is my turn" said Steropes and summons a ring of lightning around him. Allso he sends two lighting bolts to monk.. From the ring.
Zur'thash shimmers for a moment before spraying insyr with rays of multicolored light. It then creates a brilliant inward flash of light, attempting to blind the trapped mage.
Insyr, listening to the sound of lightning, launches two arrows straight into the paths of the bolts, hoping for the metal in the tips to absorb the electricity. Even while they pass through the air, he sends more bolts towards him,
"I know for a fact that no shield is invincible, how many of these can you block?"
Septimus attempts to teleport away with nothing but a thought.
"tough luck guys, obviously you, insyr, never heard of magic. As for you septimus, nice try, that was pretty hard there to keep you trapped." The sphere then teleports septimus out of itself, and straight in the path of the lightning and arrows.
"Heads:all them in the world; tails:not so many." Whit qiuck gesture Steropes summons annother defence. "but I'm thired of this game." After he sees that his spell come true he lauches the two lighting bolts from his lighting ring to Septimus AND casts a thin green ray to the same target as bolts.
((come on, tell me you guys have some uber-move you're hiding! ))
Zur'thash moves back to shield stereopes.
(((OOC))) Dang, being the only person not able to use magic is hard!
*Gets his rulebooks to see how a monk/scout could actually fight a wizard*
Aha!
(((BIC))) Insyr stop for a second, then vanishes from sight, becoming completely etheral. He moves invisibly towards the wizard.
Steropes blinks his eyes whit unbelife and then shouts to Septimus:"Long rangered invisibility? We will talk about that when we are done! Then he makes a gesture that summons evect of See invisibility, but... He doesn't see the monk.
OCC:Hey, lets give monk a try, so don't stop him. OK?
A minor defensive spell springs up to protect Septimus. It blocks the beams, though the lightning bolts hurt him.
"Well, I guess it's time for my default strategy again."
Septimus disappears into the space between seconds to buff himself once more. As he comes back, he looks taller.
The arena darkens momentarily as zur'thash seems to absorb all the light from around it. Soon, the light explodes out into a briliant multicolored wave, heading towards septimus.
OOC:Septimus, did you use time stop? If you did, then my char have got some spear time
"You are no match for me and my Time Stop!"
A shimmering screen emerges between Septimus and the light. Septimus, meanwhile, puts a forcecube around the annoying Prismatic thing.
"time to transmit my essence than, do you have any idea how hard it is to deal with a headache when you haven't even got a head? I didn't think so..." a flash of light moves across from the sphere to the cube, leaving the sphere as a ball of force. The cube begins to glow with multicolored light, and rollss towards septimus.
Insyr watches the fight, then sneaks behind the wizard, still etheral.
When he gets the chance, he strikes; stepping out of the etheral plane, pulling out his two rapiers and hitting the wizard 4 times with each one, then landing two kicks on his back.
"so that's where you went... how about you stick to your own wizard?" A hand then reaches out of the cube and throws insyr at septimus after passing the monk through itself
The rapiers went through Steropes, but they don't seem to make any damage, but the two kicks land where they should land. The lighting ring zapd monk for comig too close.
OOC:My char is immune spell:Time stop(there are others). He is choosen of deity of spells. If made a note to Sorcen about it.
BIC:"Hold my back, sepher, and you will see true magic!"
Then Sterops casts a spell, but this one is not like most of them. After the spell is done Steropes quikly breath deep and then breaths fire out. Fire rages for few momets, but gets a shape:a huge red dragon. "As I said, lets quit the games and start a real fight"
" my my, don't you just hate showoffs?" the now-cube says to insyr.
Zur'thash shifts his essence back to the original sphere and encapsulates insyr and septimus before rushing over to the dragon and depositing them by it. "I hope you two are competent enough to deal with that, it's mostly hot air I reckon."
((err... steropes, who said that we should give CM a chance? I believe it was you... oh, and guys, you do not have to stay rules legal! Half the fun is in making stuff up, and as this is diceless and crunchless, I don't see why we shouldn't.))
OOC:Monk/Scout is at least 20. They have change, don't worry. I was curious about what monk was going to do, if he could come close. And we have annother wizard over here who haves a staff he haven't even used. And who propaply is allso epic(I don't denie it) I'm just making these guys to make them best over here..
PS:How do you know we are not working whit an illusion over here
"All right, that does it!"
Septimus flies up into the sky and yells a single word. An avalanche appears out of nowhere and lands on the dragon.
((power word: thud anyone?))
"well, that sure was a tad cooling, would there be anything else?"
(((OOC))) I am ignoring dice, it's just that my character isn't a magic-user, so I have to have a logical explanation for my actions at least.
(((BIC))) Insyr catches himself on the floor, ignoring the pain washing over him. He simply stands there, listening for a while, the suddenly a change seems to go over him; the very fabric of reality begins to twitch violently around him. Space seems to twist and pop, creating a strange effect on the eyes of anyone who watches. Before anyone has any time to react, Insyr appears right next to Steropes, and seems at every side of him at once, and yet only in one place.
A thousand blows seems to strike at him from his left, his right, even above and below him, every attempt to harm him seems to miss, as the monk just is on the other side of him. Before the wizard fully realizes what had happened, Insyr seems to simply take a single step back, and neatly places himself at least a hundred feet from the wizard. He smiles,
"When one understands the very planes themselves, one does not have to abide by their laws."
(((OOC))) Fear the powers of the wise man!
((nice! That's more like it))
"well said... unfortunately for you, the same applies for me too."
Zur'thash blinks out for a moment before reappearing by septimus, blasting him with energy stolen from the positive energy plane itself. "And before you ask... I've already convinced pelor to let me take as much of the place as I like, so don't expect any help."
The dragon screams as ice hits and perforates dragons body. The dragon Tryes to breath fire at Septimus, but fails and falls down.
Steropes calls fireball down his feet whit sincle word and geasture so that the monk must back of from him. The blody lips grin:"You don't have to be wise to bend the reality. You have heard of time flow? Well, I'm steping one." Quick spell and Steropes movement seems to be blurry.
Septimus is unharmed by the positive energy. The fireball is negated by one of his spells.
"What, do I look like a vampire or something?!"
Septimus twirls his staff in the air, and several laughing wind elementals appear.
BIC:Steropes conjures four meteores and send them straight to the elements. Then, whit his new speed, he runs even faster than his spell and disturbs Septimus so he can't do anything against closing meteorites.
Septimus tries to ignore Stereopes and casts a targetd dispel magic on the closest prismatic sphere.
Once the meteorites hit targets Steropes once again uses his new speed and runs away the hitting are leaving wind elements burned. The fire from meteorites reach Septimus and he is swallowed by the flames.
Septimus is only slightly singed. As he is driven madder still, he dismisses two of the spells that are protecting him, puts Septimus's Staff away, and whips out Staff of Penetration. He follows up with using the staff's Heighten effect to throw a Twisted World Fragment at Stereopes.
OOC: That would cause a large amount of damage due to non-Eucledian geometries involved.
Insyr takes a single step away from the fight, and somehow manages to space himself a hundred feet away from his opponents. He pulls out his bow, and begins to rocket off arrows at an amazing speed, each one glowing brightly.
Steropes quickly casts antimagicfiled on silvercoin. The spell can't effect Steropes, but the arrows can and few of them hit him. Then he throw the coin to Septimus. Once the coin is far enought the missiles seems to turn back to Insyr.
Steropes takes the orb from his poket and the injures seems to disapear. Then he casts one of his spells and dark sepher appears next to him.
((sorry bout being away, I had a surgery...sort of))
The sphere wavers and flickers as septimus's spell hits it to great effect. It splits into a hundred shimmering knives, which fly in even numbers through insyr and septimus before reforming behind them.
((by the way guys, don't you think this is getting a tad outta hand? C_M, you're doing fine, don't worry.))
Septimus flies away from the coin. He tries to keep his eyes on both Stereopes and the sphere.
OOC:Septimus it is a area spell. You are still in the spell area
Insyr, seeing that his arrows aren't doing anything, stops and begins muttering to himself.
"Should I?... Yes, I care not what happens to this accursed plane anyways."
He then fires off a single arrow, one which seems to be invisible, but also seems to suck all of reality, air, space, time, magic, light, and everything else towards it in a five-foot radius. This arrow speeds towards the enemy wizard unerringly.
OOC: This arrow is not magical, it just happens to be ripping a hole in reality,
OOC:But it still is a arrow
BIC:Taking his powers to their limits Steropes boosts his Reverse Arrows spell so it could stand agains draining. Slowly the arrow turns and finaly have been complitely turned.
Steropes leans to his staff looking tired.
The sphere moves over to septimus, encapsulating him. It then expands and shapes itself to become a walled in maze complex. "do you like mazes? I sure hope you do, 'cause you won't be getting out of this one for some time... ((please don't teleport out"))
Steropes quickly casts Dimension lock(the 8th lvl spell) on arena:"No more teleportin"
Insyr's arrow was deflected, but its results remained. A large gash now floats in the center of the arena, ready to consume anything that dares to get too close.
A thought arrives in insyr's mind... "thank you, I'll be sure to incorporate that into the maze."
With that, the maze twists and turns around the void, and a dozen hands shoot out of the shimmering walls at septimus.
"I do like mazes. I once went for over 3 weeks trapped in a maze without food or water. Well, let's walk."
Septimus swaps his staves back. He then casts a minor directional/lighting spell and walks the maze, taking care not to get beat up by the hands.
OOC: Well it was an even vote with a tiebreaker in my lap and it was a hard decision but I think Zur'thash and Steropes won it barely. I liked the teamwork on both sides, good job to all of you. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen sends each of the combatants a mental message telling them that defeat seems imminent for Septimus and Insyr and for them to end it accordingly.
"No longer can I continue this path."
Insyr reaches upwards, and unties the blindfold around his eyes. At once a piercing light shines from his eyes and through the arena, and all look upon the light see every pain, every sadness, every negative emotion ever felt, from the crying of a small girl to the dying pains of a black dragon, this power seems to flow from his eyes and into the world around him, twisting sadly through all of the viewers. He shakes his head sadly, "Perhaps you all see now the weight I have beared for my whole life.", and with those sad words, he falls to the ground, his eyes begin to fade, and his body slumps towards the dirt. As people watch, they suddenly realize how full of life he had seemed before, but now his body seemed empty, devoid of life, soul, light. "I wish..." he murmurs even as his soul departs, "that all could see this world..." he paused, his skin turning pale as life flew from him, "as it could be if we had..." he fell to the ground, gone from our world. His last word echoing across all other's ears,
"Faith."
(((OOC))) Yup, he's dead dead alright. I've decided that's it's too hard to have a non-spellcaster in this arena, and thus Insyr is gone from the arena forever.
((WOW.))
The maze dissolves back into a sphere, which moves over to insyr in shock. "what? You... you were the one talking of every life having a meaning! If I must live, why not you? Why..." It hovers there, stunned.
Steropes bows to Sorcen and disspells his dimensionlock. "This was great battle, but the end makes me sad. Septimus, I hope you have no hard feelings on me, come lets head to the bar and I'll by you a drink. The over includes you too sepher, but I'm not sure you can drink..." Steropes casts Teleportation circle and steps in..
The sphere does not follow them. Instead, it hovers by insyr's body, not seeming to notice them.
"No hard feelings. I didn't really know how to go about battling a shapeshifting Prismatic being anyway. Sad about Insyr though. Sadder still that I have no idea what he meant."
Septimus exits the arena and goes into the bar.
EDIT: Why everyone keeps mixing up devils and demons and also baator and abyss?! Those are completely different things!!! DEVILS live in NINE HELLS OF BAATOR, which is LAWFUL Evil, while DEMONS live in ABYSS, which is CHAOTIC Evil! This arena is obviously located in one of the Nine Hells of Baator. There is also the Blood War between devils and demons.
Also, I feel that I must apologize for my late post, but my time just ran out sooner than I had thought.
To call a devil a demon would be considered an insult and vice versa. Sorcen is both but follows his lawful blood more because his mother is Tiamat, so he doesnt really mind being called either name.
Anyway, people mix it up alot so just roleplay that as you like whether it was a mistake or misunderstanding or done on purpose.
Oh and all the battles have been compiled and put in their places.
Edit: Oh yea, here it is (I carried MM2 with me :D), it says that they exist in the plane of Gehenna. Seems like they are otherwise not so powerful as the greates devils and demons, since they usually are in service of more powerful evil outsiders. Also, they don't seem to have a language of their own. I'll need to do some more research on this matter, though.
Also they lack the command centres the other two do (why is told in the MM2), so it's a easy mistake to make...
The Hadoken is a 9th Level Wizard\Sorcerer variant that doesn't increase in power. It also has the restriction that it can be used only once per day.
Not the Urda Pugneus then. Shame... I've always wanted to unleash that one... despite the lack of resurrection I'd get... Didn't sacrifice all the orphans then, and you call thyself a devil...
OOC: Also he called you a daemon, which is the old 1st and 2nd edition name for yugoloths, the neutral evil fiends.
To call a devil a demon would be considered an insult and vice versa. Sorcen is both but follows his lawful blood more because his mother is Tiamat, so he doesnt really mind being called either name.
OOC: Actually, I didn't know about the NE fiends...I just knew that daemon was an old English spelling of the word demon.
And as far as me mixing up devils and demons, yeah, that was a mistake on my part. But I think I'm going to run with it...
Also I found a pic that suits Jinx and Trigger perfectly. Here it is: Jinx and Trigger. Beware, it may be slightly adult content, I'm not sure what qualifies for that so I dont know.
Didn't sacrifice all the orphans then, and you call thyself a devil...
OOC: Hmph, I recent to that! Just because my character doesn't enjoy slaying clueless children doesn't mean that he isn't evil. And when it comes to how he got to use such powerful magic, well... just like my sig says; He learned it with the means of blue magic (though in Danaroth practicers of blue magic are blue wizards, not blue mages).
He has still destroyed entire cities with it...
OOC: Hmph, I recent to that! Just because my character doesn't enjoy slaying clueless children doesn't mean that he isn't evil. And when it comes to how he got to use such powerful magic, well... just like my sig says; He learned it with the means of blue magic (though in Danaroth practicers of blue magic are blue wizards, not blue mages).
OOC: It was a reference to 8-bit theatre, home of hadoken-wielding-BMs, where the sole way to gain the Unda Pugneus (AKA the great leveler, the one that can destroy a city, in one casting) is to sacrifice about 8 orphan children to some demon lord and sign the contract with him.
Be warned I will at some point make would-be sappy/anime love comments. But if you're a mage with hadoken, you should be expecting that anyway...
As to mage... I use mage or wizard to mean wizard, and spellcaster as the catchall. And you realise a wizard is more likley to wear uniform than a sorcerer, right? Given they were trained in schools and all, while sorcerers get a...older sorcerer if their lucky.
There is a BM PrC class on 8-bit actually, its rubbish but the only one with stabbity goodness. But no rules have ever simulated the hadoken beyond the unda pugneus... An it's wouldn't actually really be a rip-off given the 8-bit strip actually gave the spell in D&D spell format...more of a gift (If you've read the spell you'll know by now I just want to see how long someone can go casting the spell before his party teamkill him...)
Since I'm also a big culprit of non-FoD activity, don't take this to personally.
In other news...if Kaizer wants to battle, I'll take him on (not as Gideon, but as an alternate while Gideon is in Hell).
Here he is...
Caben Duur
Male Hobgoblin Blood Sorcerer and Battle Mage...hurt him at your own risk...
If you think it would be better and less confusing to have it here instead of in the IC thread then thats fine.
(Full name Darstaxorthos) Darstax the Doomreaper, cornugon+incarnated advanced flesh golem, lawful evil, horned reaper/blue wizard/monk/shaigon master;
Weapon 1:+5 Indestructable Vorpal Scythe of Thunderous Hellfire.
Weapon 2:+4 Claws of Infernal Death.
Equipment:
ring of greater elemental resist, ring of protection +5, amulet of infernal burning, bracers of intense deflection- (The Scythe also does fire and electric damage and has 35% chance to surpass damage immunity. The amulet burns anyone who comes to the range of 5 feet from Darshg. The bracers grant him almost complete ranged weapon immunity, though this deflection shield can be pierced by +5 and better enchanted ranged weapons.- Summon Baatezu (2d10 lemures or 1d6 barbazus 50%, 1d6 barbed devils 35% or 1 cornugon 20% 1/day), Lesser Cornugon Powers at will, Cornugon Powers 3/day, Greater Cornugon Powers 1/day, Blue Magic Spells so far: Mind Blast, Hadoken, Law\Chaos Hammer, VOID, Surge Beam, Call Lightning, Bigby's Crushing Hand, Soul Bomb, Ultimate Shield of Chaos, Ultimate Orb of Destruction, Atomic Breath, Energy Strike:Lightning Storm and Disintegrate, Analyze Crature at will, Azure Recharge 1/day, Supreme Power-up II at will, Scythe Slash 1/day and Horned Strike 3/day.
Lesser Cornugon Powers: Dispel Chaos, Dispel Good, Magic Circle:Good, Greater Teleport, Create Minor Object, Peristent Image.
Cornugon Powers: Fireball, Lightning Bolt, Pyrotechnics and Greater Invisibility.
Greater Cornugon Powers: Finger of Death, Shapechange, Wish and Plane Shift.
Darstax is immune to magic, fire and poison. He also has resistances against sonic, electric, cold and acid. He also possesses great damage reduction. In addition, he is fast as lightning, tough as hell (Get it? HAHAHAHA! :rofl
and incredibly strong.Darstax is immune to magic
OOC: Okay, this confuses me. I know golems have the magic immunity ability, but that does not grant immunity to magic, only spells giving SR. So a acid arrow still works...
Sure Kronos can fight after one of these two matches finishes. That way it gives us some time to see who wants to fight against him too, so any takers to fight Kronos in a few days?
OOC: Okay, this confuses me. I know golems have the magic immunity ability, but that does not grant immunity to magic, only spells giving SR. So a acid arrow still works...
EDIT: Yes, exactly.
Larz_Fang...is the fusion/magic immunity permenant? Cause fusion is normally both temporary and dispellable...just in case I ever battle you, I'd like to know.
EDIT: And, of course it is not the kind of fusion that you have used to, since Darshg more like absorbed Hortax, who didn't actually even want to be there in the first place.
Also, once the absorbtion(?) is complete, it can never be done again.
LATER EDIT:
Argh! I misread the rules! The fusion actually ends only if the geas is broken meaning that I must either defeat Revlis or just release Hortax myself.And yep Tyrion and Kronos are booked for the next match if thats fine with the both of them.
Sorry I couldnt post much yesterday, I was busy and in a rotten mood and didnt want to snap at anyone so I figured it best to keep quiet.
Theres also the Taverne thread that is heavily based off of Krede's Cafe from the monster's lair boards.
Character name, race, class(levels are optional), any special items or pets (optional), any specific special ability you wish to include.
Ex.- Katarez, tiefling minotaur, warlock; ring of invisibility, cloak of the porcupine- (has a blade barrier kind of effect enchanted upon it where the user can make the cloak sprout 2 foot blades on command 3 times per day), flaming burst and icy burst short sword- (separate command words but both can be active at the same time), bat familiar; Katarez was born in a wild magic area and was granted a blink ability usable 3/day,
Then, if you wish, you can add a little background story on the character.
Syra Kravon
Elf
Shadowmancer (Shadowmancers are a class I found online a while back. They're born with an innate ability to maniuplate shadows, much like a Warlock. At this point, she can do a lot with them. If you'd prefer not to have her be a Shadowmancer, tell me)
Two +2 Cold Iron daggers, Shirt of Armor (+5 Armor bonus to AC), Boots of Teleportation (3/day), Gloves of Iaasac's Greater Missle Storm (2/day)
In addition to her shadow manipulation, Syra was born in Sigil, and has the ability to Dimension Door once an hour.
((That work?))
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, and I'm sure my 
will be a strong competitor))((*giggles*))
As far as I know the next match was Kronos and Tyrion, and now Syra is in and one who shall remain nameless at the moment or Caben as teh fourth person. We could do a team match, a free-for-all four-way match, or two seperate one vs one matches. Thats up to you guys. We still have a little bit of time to get that sorted out though.
As to the battle, when I'm done with this one a free-for-all would be interesting, especially if I use Caben Duur. I can't see him on a team with someone...
In other news: I am now officially have the first Cross-Battle post!!!! Yay!
And Larz...you should probably edit you most recent IC post to account for the fact that both you and Revlis are now bleeding horribly...
DEIT, no I mean EDIT: There, I didn't change much but I think it's not too shabby.
And Sorcen...would I be allowed to pick a setting for my battle against Lord Gareth? I have an idea that could showcase both our character's abilities.
In the Arena I run, there are Walls of Force that the owner can put up or take down at will. They divide the Arena into sections, as many as 20 20' x 20' squares (no cieling). I use it when more than one pair wants to have a go. Maybe Sorcen can have a similar arrangement?
Yeh sure requests for teh landscapes are fine, Aya just suggested for requests to be taken from each combatant and then the ideas will be combined and then the landscape will be changed accordingly.
EDIT: I leave things vaguely described for a reason. The walls are there to keep injury from befalling the crowd. They arent necassarily walls of force and the arena is extremely spacial. It had Korone in there and it was implied that he had plenty of room to move around. In a plane of infinite space you can have an infinitely large arena if you wish, mine isnt inifitely large but a limit on its size has not been expressed yet.
And as i've said: Everything can be gotten round, no matter who put it there. The fact walls of force are easy to use as personal shields if you can teleport are proof of this...
Does Caben count as a primal?
Khael, do you know what he means? I'm sure I've heard the term somewhere, but I don't remember what it means.
And Lord Gareth...does this mean you want to fight someone other than Caben? Should I whip up someone else?
Lord Bahamut, you're confusing Kronos with Korone. Korone had the enormous dragon. Krono was...I don't remember. Its on one of the early pages. Though its an easy mistake to make.
As to the battle, when I'm done with this one a free-for-all would be interesting, especially if I use Caben Duur. I can't see him on a team with someone...
Oh, thanks Gideon. Well, who's Kronos then? I'm so confused...
EDIT: Lord_Gareth, I'm up for a battle. Maybe a three-way free for all could be fun.
Okay...
Khael, do you know what he means? I'm sure I've heard the term somewhere, but I don't remember what it means.
And Lord Gareth...does this mean you want to fight someone other than Caben? Should I whip up someone else?
Is Caben the physical, greater-than-the-highest-god incarnation of a fundemental force or emotion in the universe? If he is, what the hell is wrong with you, and no I won't fight him. Other than that, I can deal with it. Blood Magi typically have to touch you to be at their most dangerous.
And I'd prefer 1-0n-1 until I learn the ropes here.
Fear, Woe, Rage, Hunger, Cowardice, Anger, Apathy, Luxury(formerly Lust), Joy, Wrath, Sloth and so forth.
They also have a set of cousins known as Aesthetics, who make up the 'positive' side, but are slightly younger hence some on the Primals list who would other be Aesthetics aren't.: Compassion, Valour, Courage...
Technically above them are the four : Chaos, Order, Good and Evil, Chaos and Order of whom created the Primals and Aesthetics.
Sipmly put each of them represents it's namesake, being strengthened by the more who feel it's feeling, but unlike a god, it isn't directly weakened by killing off people.
Many of these guys cause they named feeling to occur in those about them, and all take forms based off these, i.e. Fear take the form of whatever whoever look on him fears most.
In effect they're all at god power, but tend to keep this fact surpressed, owning to the fact a couple of gods faced off with some of the Primals and the Primals...were not on the winning side and were bound, for a time.
This is owing to the fact Primals and Aesthetics are invincible, they can harmed, cut up, burned etc., but nothing can kill or destroy them. Nothing. They just reform or shrug off an otherwise-killing blow/spell.
Unlike gods however they can't affect beings from outsdie their realm without weakening their abilties to the point they may be killed, since they technically give up Primal-hood, so someone from Krynn for example can't be wiped out from a Primal from Greyhawk.
Caben is not a Primal, by any means, quite of few of them could probably destroy him outright if they 1) could be bothered, or 2) didn't care about being found by the gods of the multiverse.
This means since most of the combatants came from the 'normal' D&D world, they won't find a Primal to fight.
Note: Chaos and co, aren't true Primals... But if anyone tries to pull that here...
And is this the non-rambling info that glosses voer a few details... Scary huh?
Also, if any fight is starting, someone has to go to the bar and tell Syra.
The reason we are waiting for the battles over there in teh IC thread to finish is to keep things from getting too confusing. We will announce a judgement on the Revlis vs Larz match soon and then after they end theirs then Syra and Tyrion can fight if Caben doesnt mind since he is tied up in another fight at the moment.
((Any volunteers? And I truly apoligize for sounding like a weenie))
Caben Duur is a powerful entity...of what type, it's your guess. Only Sorcen I know (and Revlis, but he helped me come up with idea). But his response is suiting to his character. I could have as easily made your attacks miss, but felt that this way was more descriptive. Would you agree with that? An opponent who keeps fighting no matter how ripped apart he is is much more interesting than one who just dodges everything or constantly heals himself.
((KIIIIIIIIIL))
you with Syra))Contrary to popular belief, Sorcen, Khael, and Aya (spelling?...not sure) are real people with real lives. The fact that they manage to juggle the Tavern, the IC thread, this thread, and the Hell campaign while keeping the quality of the threads and not going insane is amazing. Great job guys! Please don’t pressure them into rushing things and making mistakes…we have a wonderful thread here, thanks to them, and I’d like to keep it that way. If this means sacrificing quantity for quality, I’m there all the way.
So just sit back and relax. You’ll get you chance eventually. You don’t need a post every hour to get a battle…the ongoing battles finish at their own pace, and we can fit you in when they’re done.
Sorry if this insulted you at all…that wasn’t my intent. Just take it easy and you’ll see what an amazing thread this is. Take some time to browse around. Read the battles. See how things work here. You’ll be fighting soon enough.
Also I thought up a few rules. The protecting the spectators one, the leaving teh plane rule, the no destroying teh plane one, and the one about no OOC posts in the IC thread but that one was actually posted and elaborated on more.
Now....
RULES OF SORCEN'S BATTLE ARENA (Now with 10% less fat!!)
1: Cross-planar travel will result in expulsion from the arena (i.e. the loss of the current battle). To help prevent this occurance, Gideon has kindly placed a Dimensional Anchor effect over the entire stadium. Breaking this effect, whether to leave the stadium or force an opponent to leave it will count as infringement of this rule.
2: All effects must be contained in the arena. Therefore, harming the audience, leaving the battlefield, destroying the plane, and all other such actions are prohibited. Audience responses such as fear, revulsion, or brief pain (such as from exceptionally loud sounds) will be tolerated, but at the judges discretion.
3: Keep Out of Character (OOC) posts to a minimum in all thread except this one. If an arguement arises, post a request to discuss it here, and then edit the posts in the In Character (IC) threads to continue the battle/quest/conversation without mentioning the problem. This will keep the IC threads running smoothly and efficiently.
Sorcen...if I missed any, please tell me. If I made any mistakes, again, please tell me.
And Kaizer...don't forget...our battle is still going on. It's your move.
(BTW: Darshg is actually 537 years old)
RULES OF SORCEN'S BATTLE ARENA (Now with 10% less fat!!)
1: Cross-planar travel will result in expulsion from the arena (i.e. the loss of the current battle). To help prevent this occurance, Gideon has kindly placed a Dimensional Anchor effect over the entire stadium. Breaking this effect, whether to leave the stadium or force an opponent to leave it will count as infringement of this rule.
2: All effects must be contained in the arena. Therefore, harming the audience, leaving the battlefield, destroying the plane, and all other such actions are prohibited. Audience responses such as fear, revulsion, or brief pain (such as from exceptionally loud sounds) will be tolerated, but at the judges discretion.
3: Keep Out of Character (OOC) posts to a minimum in all thread except this one. If an arguement arises, post a request to discuss it here, and then edit the posts in the In Character (IC) threads to continue the battle/quest/conversation without mentioning the problem. This will keep the IC threads running smoothly and efficiently.
4. Be sure to differentiate clearly between out of character posts and in character posts.
5. Be kind and courteous to the other players and respect each other. I am the DM in this thread, remember it.
6. Links and/or explanations for things are needed or assumptions will be made for time's sake and the assumption will stand over the actual effect of the subject in question.
Example: Jim is playing the character Jasper. Bob is playing the character Smiley. They're fighting each other.
Jim: Jasper casts summon Pharrasqunix and it starts rampaging and going after Smiley.
(Well it seems Jim neglected to tell anyone what this creature is, so if time is a factor here then Bob will do something like this and it will be allowed.)
Bob: OOC: I have no clue what a Pharrasqunix is so I'll just assume its a big toad. :OOC
BIC: Smiley casts a spell that dries the big toad up and kills it.
(Understand whats going on here? Now if Jim goes back and posts a link or describes the Pharrasqunix then posts and then asks if Bob will edit his post to fix adapt to this new info, then the judges will judge whether to have Bob edit his post or not. By the way, a link to the Pharrasqunix is in my sig.)
7. Also please post OOC here if you will be away and unable to post for an extended amount of time, Thanks.
8. The ice assassin spell and similar spells bring up interesting circumstances. It was decided that it would be allowed.
Mortal, you don't know what you're up against.
And Gareth...you're sort of right. Based on my backstory, Caben Duur was once something quite primal (not a primal, but similiar), but is now a very much weakened and diluted form of his original self. So don't worry.
Well, I was quite sure that I'd lose that match. Revlis was just too much for me yet. Well, maybe I'll fight him again some day.
(BTW: Darshg is actually 537 years old)
I don't know how old Revlis is yet. I'm pretty sure he can get away with calling someone about half a millenia years old a "kid"...
I've writen my chars background, it is in page 9 of this board..
a lot of qustions about who or what I am simply put I am a Drow/half dragon/wearbear (Pausing so all may...ok) extordenarily powerful and gifted with psionics from birth has traveled as an out cast for the better part of his life not having the ability to find his place, he has made the rode his home and has come here after years of travel to test his might in the arena. any further questions about character issues please referance the link in my sig krono the strong hearted.(/OOC)
Sorcen a battle was offered a few pages ago. I would happily accept if the other commpettior dose also.
(This is a pic I drew sorry not all the shading showed up
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Socks Longhill CG Antimagic Catfolk Saint (saint in the sence of a master of an fighing style who is also very good person)
Gestalt: Monk/Fighter:5,
Drunken Master/Enabled Hand:5
Drunken Master/Monk:5
Kensai/Fighter:5
Battle Dancer/Jester:5
Total lvl-25
HP:330
Spd:1000ft (200 squares)
AC: 92
Str: 18 Dex: 30 Con:18 Int:10 Wis: 28 Cha: 22
Average Damage On hit: 40dg
Average Full Attack: 280dg
Socks is a Vow of Poverty Monk who thinks using magic as a cane in battle proves your weak and he never takes a fight seriously because he is affraid he might heart some one badly so he always uses nonleathle damage. he also has powerfull stunning attacks DC:40
Also other than having Socren's AntiMagic tepmlate The only other weird thing he has is that has been blessed by air elementals so that might come into play later
"I'll fight you Kronos Socks calls up from the croud
. Nice pic, I think thats cool that you used my antimagic template too, I've been waiting to see that in action. ooc WHY cant i win why do you all asume turlsu is mortal? he a half titan and is well over 1200 years old I would be able to think he might have obtained immorality by thenAlso, I'd appreciate you editing away that disruptive post in the IC thread, just edit it and delete the info in it and leave it as ... if you wish
. Gotta think fast or die. Plus, I grew up playing Wild Mages. Gotta deal with your shizz when you summon dracoliches on accident. Just wait until she REALLY starts to fight. At this point, she's just trying to have funGreat thread(s) guys, let the bloodshed continue unabated for a thousand years to come!
A void in Sorcen's Baator rips violently open as the fabric of space and time are torn apart. A tall, gaunt man falls through the void before it quickly shuts back in on itself. The man looks around, confused, but with a triumphant look on his face.
"Ha! I told Uvo I could cut through the fabric of space-time! Now...where am I?"
He resheathes his sword, and puts his long, unkempt hair back in a tie. He stands up, brushes off his white slacks and shirt, and walks over to the tavern.
OOC: Uh, pretty much, Nobunaga has two important magical items:
Dusk, Nobunaga's Katana: This normal looking sword is a powerful weapon. Anything it hits is subject to a Mordenkainen's Disjunction and a Greater Dispel Magic, which allows him to cut through spells and magical items with no problems. It also has gone under a rigourous and ancient sharpening process, allowing it to cut through materials that normal steel would break against when attacking.
Nobunaga's Sheath: The inside of this sheath is an extra-dimensional space like a Bag of Holding, which he uses to grab arrows and other projectiles into it. Also, it's surrounded by a constant Spell Turning effect, which allows him to reflect spells launched at their caster. (In that case, he draws the sword without removing the sheath.)
OOC: I'm readly to fight just PM me or what ever it is that you do to start a fight and I'll start kicking butt!
That said, this is the most fun I've had RP-fighting in a long time, because I know that I CAN win, but also that I CAN lose. There's no garuntee either way, like there usually was over in the Monster's Lair. C'mon Gideon, SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT! :D
If you look on his arm you will see a strange symbol that looks like a water drop on top of small rippiling waves and below the waves is an eye wide open with electricity below it.
here are his stats if you are wondering....
Str.10 Hp.300
Dex.30 AC. 32
Con.12
Int.16
Wis.8
Chr.12
He has 2 +5 hooked short swords and a huge spoon(yes the kind you eat with) The spoon is the size of a great sword.
He is a
Lv.10 Assassin
Lv.10 Scout
and a Lv.20 Rouge
he can smell blood and almost taste treasure he has an aura about him that makes people uneasy about when he will try to pull something or if he already has. He has a strong dislike of paladins and just doesnt care about anyone but himself.
for joining, seems like an interesting character, i wonder what the spoon is for though.It looks like we have another match set up then, Skydragonslayer and Kronos451 can go ahead and start their match between Krono and Socks in the IC thread, if you dont mind fighting on the same ladnscape as Caben and Syra.
We could always change the other half of the arena to a different terrain or you can wait until their match is over, but go ahead and begin if you dont mind their landscape.
That is a good idea though if you and Sky wanted to battle on a demiplane instead of in the arena, The arena is big enough for both matches to go on and never reach each other though.
ooc WHY cant i win why do you all asume turlsu is mortal? he a half titan and is well over 1200 years old I would be able to think he might have obtained immorality by then
OOC: How many of the others here do you assume are mortal?
Secondary, titans are not immortal, long-lived yes, but not immortals as such. Half-breeds even less so. So in fact you lost a couple of thousand years as a half-blood.
Even if titans were immortal, by being a half-blood you immediately lost that immortality, by having another bloodline that will age and eventually die. All you would get is a longer life than the aging bloodline could give. If you were lucky.
And lastly, and I cannot stress this enough to Anyone: Immortality is not invincibility. This is not Highlander, and even then the immortals there could be killed.
The gods are immortal, they can be slain. Immortality simply means you do not die of age (And sometimes disease depending on the setting)), you gain no protection, no resistance, no healing, no gods-like fortitude from it beyond those two points.
And no-one is invincible.
(Sorry if this sounds curt, but I never know how anyone makes this assumption, and so I always point it out...)
OOC: I figure now I'll just switch between Nobunaga and Revlis. Revlis is more for business and is clearly more powerful, and Nobunaga's for fun. Also, Nobunaga isn't just an iaijutsu master. I figure he's also a martial adept with mastery of the Iron Heart, Setting Sun, Diamond Mind, and a new one, Silver Eclipse, a style based on iaijutsu.
OOC: Sorry but Kronos has already accepted that match with Socks. He just hasnt been on to reply to it yet. He should be on tomorrow morning though. We can start setting up the next matches though, who wants to fight Nobunaga after these two matches in the IC thread are done.
Yeah, sorry, I didn't see that their fight was already up. It's alright. He'll wait his turn.
Kyle Killigan, A.K.A. "Jagger"
Chaotic Good
Swashbuckler/Invisible Blade (from Complete Warrior)
Possesions: His outfit and a pair of daggers. One is Cold Iron, the other is Adamantine. Both are naturally indestructable by anything short of an intermediate deity.
Background: Kyle used to be an adventurer, but has since sworn off wealth, which severely hampered his adventuring career. However, Kyle has taken to using his honed dagger skills in arenas, where he can give money to the poor. Kyle earned the nickname "Jagger" in such a fight on the mortal plane, and has since carved his way through countless arenas with a remarkable good wit and charm.
Powers: Due to his vow of poverty, Kyle has the following powers:
Fast Healing: Kyle heals at an extraordinary rate
Stat increases: Kyle has increased Dexterity, Intelligence, Strength, and Constitution
Sustenance: Kyle doesn't need to breathe, eat, sleep, or drink in any way, shape, or form
Elemental Resistance: Kyle is resistant to Fire, Cold, and Acid
AC Bonuses: Kyle has Exalted, Natural, Deflection, and Dodge bonuses to AC
Bonus Exalted Feats: Kyle has Nimbus of Light, Knight of the Stars, Touch of Golden Ice, Holy Radiance, Holy Subdual, and a few others I can't recall at the moment
Spell Resistance: Kyle is resistant to magic.
Swashbuckler abilities: As normal
Invisible Blade ablities: As normal
Special: Thanks to repeated exposure to wild magic, Kyle can turn spells twice a day as though with Spell Turning
And I apologize, but this weekend I won't be posting much, if at all. Band and AP classes/tests are eating away my free time this week.
OOC: Thats fine man, thanks for informing us.
Cool character Gareth, I need to read up on the vow of poverty and whatnot I beleive.
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It seems like it would be easy to defeat with simply tempting the person into wanting some material object.
Bah, go onto the bloodsoaked arena floor! What isn't there to like? Giant iron spires, blood everywhere, and an unnatural lack of shadows due to some of the two most magically powerful beings I've seen here going at it. It'll creep you out as you rip your opponent's heart from his body!
Yes, Caben Duur, Syra, and probably Revlis currently seem to be among the most powerful magical beings here. Would I be correct in assuming that Syra isn't all that she seems? She seems more than a human shadowmancer...
That said, this is the most fun I've had RP-fighting in a long time, because I know that I CAN win, but also that I CAN lose. There's no garuntee either way, like there usually was over in the Monster's Lair. C'mon Gideon, SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!
Glad you enjoy it. And currently, I'd have to say you might be winning...I have to figure out what I've got, and how Caben Duur can hurt shadows...or you have to figure out my weakness...otherwise it'll be pretty much a stalemate (although there could be worse ways of ending this battle...)
EDIT: Sorcen...VoP can be broken by tricking someone into taking an object, but in a board such as this one, I'd probably say his character will be able to resist it fairly well...or just be immune to such spells.
Sorry I haven't posted in ages, i'm actually travelling at the mo, adn wasn't able to get on the net before i left, good to see that everythings still going strong here, when i get back in december i'll be more than happy to battle someone with my current creation, or with one of the Triumverates newer experiments.....
So we have Revlis/Nobunaga, Steropes, and Cog_and_taz/Skraal ready for a fight next. What type of match, 1v1, 2v2, 4-way?
Gideon: Actually I was thinking it would be quite easy to trick someone on here, but I dont want to give away too many ideas now.
EDIT: I have also updated the character listing on the first page of this thread. Linkage anyway: Character List
Geez.
OOC: Thanks for the info PartyTricks, we'll look forward to your return.
So we have Revlis/Nobunaga, Steropes, and Cog_and_taz/Skraal ready for a fight next. What type of match, 1v1, 2v2, 4-way?
Gideon: Actually I was thinking it would be quite easy to trick someone on here, but I dont want to give away too many ideas now.
EDIT: I have also updated the character listing on the first page of this thread. Linkage anyway: Character List
Wait, who would be fighting? I only count 3 there, Sorcen. I'd be using Nobunaga, so Revlis wouldn't be involved.
I've made anothe update to my char's background, again in page 9..
OOC: I was meaning to begin preparing for the next match, its still open for another competitor to join in. Right now its just Skraal, Steropes, and Nobunaga, but we need a fourth person and whether it would be a team match or 2 seperate single matches. Sorry for the confusion.
Perfectly alright. Thank you for clearing that up.
Darshg vs Revlis
+A black garbed skeleton bearing a heraldric bone pattern, blows into a trumpet, ordering silence from the watchers, before proclaiming thus: "Lords and Ladies for your entertainment, our next fight shall be between Darshg the Reaper, and the one known as Revlis"
It turns to the judges and upon their signal gives the command:
"Commence!"
BIC: Then, along he came. Standing nearly 10 feet tall and covered in black, reflectively shining scales. The cornugon horned devil, original resident of Baator, made his way to the battle royale. Surrounded by mysterious blue energy, the fiend walked scanning the surroundings of the great battle arena that everyone seemed to have been talking about across the planes he had visited. Darshgarothos had arrived. Then suddenly, after reaching his place at arena, the cornugon yelled:
"I am Darshg the Reaper, and I promise you one hell of a fight!"
That said, he left the crowd to make their mind about him.
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A panda slowly makes its way into the arena. He sits momentarily, eating a chute of bamboo while he sizes up his opponent. After a moment, a disembodied voice appears in Darshg's head
Sorry for my tardiness. Shall we begin?
BIC: Darshg, while little suprised, responds with telepathy of his own.
I'd be dead already if I wasn't ready every time I fight. It's good to have a worthy opponent such as yourself, shapechanger. The time has come, so get ready for the fight of your life!
He then spreads his wings and assumes combat form. He starts to glow as blue electricity runs through his body.
The panda nods in agreement. He stands upright as his fur goes into his body, revealing metallic yet smooth skin with a reddish hue. His muscles and bones begin to twist and reshape, warping into different patterns until he is a completely different being. His shoulder blades expand as horrid feathered, bat-like wings begin to emerge from them. One of his eyes turns deep, deep red as as the other turns to a what looks like a sphere of gold. His snout and mouth shift into a humanoid mouth, with the top canines extended, while the mandible remains like that of a human. Glands under his eyes begin to swell and extend fleshy vessels to his two now pronounced canine teeth, and begin to secrete a green liquid. His forearms become intensely muscular as a thumb begins to emerge from either hand. Claws morph into fingers with nails sharper than his previous form. Where there was once a stub of a tail emerges a long, barbed tail. His metamorphosis complete, he now looks like twisted angelic demon. He smiles in his new form, and relays a message to his foe:
I thought it would be a nice mix if I started out half solar/half pit fiend. But keep this in your mind, daemon: I am no ordinary shapechanger. I can meld my forms in as many possible ways as your brain could imagine, and then that many more. I am unpredictability incarnate. Now...come at me!
BIC: A confident, somehow arrogant smile on his face, the horned devil starts to approach his opponent. In his hand forms a small orb of fire, which then hovers towards the shapechanger, stopping at 5 feet away. For a moment, the orb stays still. Then suddenly, Darshgarothos covers his eyes and yells: "Pyrotechnics!", and a blinding flash of light enqulfs the arena.
Revlis recoils from the shock of the light, trying to cover his eyes the best he can. As his eyes recede into his his head, he recovers himself while manuevering his hands into complex gestures. At the end of this series of movements, he stretches out his hands. A dark, rolling cloud sweeps across the area of the arena where the combatants are, so much so that they are obscurred from the spectators' sight.
I'd think that a demon like you would prefer to fight in the darkness as opposed to the light. But this isn't normal darkness; even you might have a little trouble seeing here...
BIC: Fool! In case you didn't know, all of us Baatezu can see perfectly through darkness both normal and magical nature.
The cornugon spreads his wings to flight and teleports high above the arena. Using his magic he calls forth a lightning strike against Revlis.
Let's see you dodge this one!
Why are you calling me a fool when I was able to make you think that I didn't know that fiends such as yourself can see in any darkness? The darkness was merely a test to see which way you would come.
Revlis' skin takes on a bronze sheen as he charges the bolt of lightning head on. They connect, but the lightning is to no avail against him. He continues flying until reaches the demon, and grabs Darshg by the neck, throwing him to the arena floor. He then charges his downed foe, his fists crackling with a surge of holy energy, attempting to slam both his fists into him.
I may be blind, but lightning goes hand-in-hand with thunder. And thunder is loud.
Revlis' eyes begin to once again emerge from their empty sockets.
"GRAAAH!" Yells the cornugon, as he hits the ground. However, as
Darshg bounces off the ground he rolls back to his feet. He stares at his airborne opponent.
I'm sorry burst your bubble, but you just fell into one of the oldest tricks in the book.
The fiend snap his fingers and another horned devil appears at Revlis' backside. It grabs Revlis and locks him to a tight grapple hold.
Darshg once again begins to cast his mysterious magic and blue energies gather around him.
was wondering how long it would take you to summon one of your little friends.
Revlis looks at the judges' box and sends them a message.
I'm sorry dark ones; now you have another body to clean up...
Revlis' face recedes into his body and comes out on the other side, this time with four slimy tentacles where his mouth should be. He wraps them around the face of his captor, and inhales deeply. The horned devil's brain exits through its mouth and into Revlis' maw. As it falls to the ground, Revlis spits out the fiendish organ, as he puts his face back to the front again and reforms a mouth.
Oops. I think you dropped something.
Not a microsecond manages to pass before Revlis hears that terrible word: "HADOKEN!" A massive, huge, no, GARGANTUAN energy blast makes it's way towards Revlis at frightening velocity. It is already too close and there is just no way Revlis can dodge it anymore.
Heh! Good luck surviving that. If you do, I'll buy you a drink.
Revlis looks in shock as the sphere of energy catches him completely off-guard. It connects with a cataclysm of energy and light that rips across the arena, sending shockwaves to its farthest corners. When the smoke clears, Revlis appears to be nothing more than a waist and a pair of legs. The crowd of specatators begins to cheer Darshg's name as the demon takes in the praises of his adoring fans. Even the judges nod to each other to make the decision final. That is, until everyone in the arena hears the same omnimous message in their heads.
I'm surprised that all of you, including you, my esteemed opponent, have forgotten one of the most basic rules of combat: ALWAYS watch your opponent's feet.
Darshg and the remainder of the spectators look down in horror as Revlis' head is completely formed and unscathed where his left foot should be. On his face is a smile of unsurpassed confidence.
I'll admit you had me a little scared there, demon. I barely had enough time to force my major organs into the bottom half of my body to take your blast head on. Well, more like torso-on.
Revlis' body now begins to steam and evaporate, reforming a few feet above him as a storm cloud with lightning crackling underneathe him. Some of the clouds form to create what look like arms. Suddenly, a hail of lightning blasts from Revlis directly at Darshg.
Tell me, in all of your years traversing the multiverse, have you ever fought a storm before?
And I'm holding you to that drink.
BIC: Darshg takes his defence stance, holding his scythe at his front.
You sure don't get it, do you? You are smart to attack me with a form of energy that I am not naturally resistant against, but still...
The lightning hits Darshg and rips the ground violently, but the cornugon stand his ground and no serious damage done.
You ARE quite foolish to just hand over a good magic, but since I know your resistance, I will save this for later matches. Now, what do you call this one, or should I just name it myself? Hold that thought.
The cornugon teleports right behind Revlis with his scythe raised. "Scythe Slash!" he shouts, and cuts Revlis by his legs.
Then, Darshg backs down a bit with his guard up.
By the way, don't call me a demon... EVER... AGAIN. I am a devil, not a demon.
You're the foolish one, kid. In case YOU weren't aware, clouds don't really have legs. But good job standing up to that lightning. Too bad that's not my best trick with this form...
The clouds that are Revlis begin to swirl faster and faster until he is nothing more than a raging torrent of spinning wind. He is now a living tornado, picking up debris and dust from the arena floor into its body. It begins to move closer and closer to Darshg, until it is upon the fiend.
And I just thought of a song...
You're a demon, you're a demon, you're a demon, you're a demon...yoooooouuuu'rrrre a deeeeeeemmmoooon.
BIC: The winds engulf Darshg. He is stirred and shaken by the power of the tornado. Finally the whirlwind drops him and once again he finds himself crashing with the surface of the arena.
After the dust settles, the cornugon is still not moving. However, after a few seconds he finally stands up and looks his opponent with absolute terror marking his face. It quickly turns into anger.
Damn... you! I will never surrender to someone like you! I have defeated countless air and storm elementals and defeated a storm giant in a wrestling match! I am not going lose to you!
Darshg takes his scythe to his left hand and raises his right hand. He aims at Revlis and blue energy starts to gather to his hand once again.
"Surge Beam Attack!", yells the horned devil and a mysterious beam of energy comes from his hands, rushing towards the shapechanger. However, after it comes to the range of 40 feet from Revlis, it splits up into smaller beams that come from different directions towards their target.
I wasn't kidding when I called myself 'unpredictability incarnate.' All your previous experience will not honestly help you much against me.
Revlis instantaneously transforms from his vaporous state into a what appears to an orc with fists made out of stone. THe beams rips through his new body, tearing off one of his arms and causing numerous wounds. The orc smiles as its wounds begin to close and his arm begins to regrow. He rushes across the arena towards the devil. As he does this, two large feathery antennae sprout from his forehead. When he comes in close enough, he rubs the antennae over Darshg's scythe, causing the blade to rust and shatter. Seconds after this, Revlis grabs his opponent's horns, taking the huge amount of pain and burning caused by this, and rams his forehead into that of his opponents.
It's obvious that spells aren't going to make the outcome of this battle. So why not you and me just throw down, right here and now?!
"GROAAAAAAAARGH!!!" Yells the cornugon as Revlis makes him feel pain so terrible that he has never felt before. Bruised and battered, Darshg makes a desperate teleport once again to escape the clutches of his psychotic opponent. He appears about 120 feet away at the other side of the arena.
It... now... seems... painfully... clear to me... that I... am no match for you... in my... current... condition. However... I do have one special little trick... that... I have been... saving... for moments like this. I... really hoped that... I would never... have to... actually use this... but... you... leave me no... choice.
The horned devil begins to chant, his words echo throughout the arena. His magic makes him glow green, as he is obviously summoning something out of this plane. When he finishes casting, a large, muscular, bald, and over 13 feet tall giant man appears into his front. The man is obviously confused, not recognizing this place. The man says: "What trickery is this? Where am I? Why am I brought to this place?"
"Behind you, Hortax Doomclaw." Darshg says, and the giant turns around. "Darshgarothos?!! What have you done?!" he says. "I have summoned you to help me in my fight, and due to the geas-curse I wished you to have you must do as I command." says the cornugon. "WHAT?!!!" the giant yells "Are you insane?! Why do you do this to me?!" he continues. "Because I know that I cannot beat this one on my own, not without my scythe." Darshg responds. The giant turns away, now facing Revlis. "Well, if I must do so, the I guess I have no other choice." says Hortax.
"Yes, you cannot resist..." The cornugon starts to change, his skin is turning green, his flesh quickly beginning to melt in jellyish form. When the shapechange is complete, Darshg has turned into an absorber. "Now, Hortax, time to become PART OF ME!" Yells the previous horned devil, now in his absorber jelly form and lunges on Hortax. The giant looks behind now realizing the horror that his archenemy has turned into. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" The giant yells and is quickly all covered in greenish goo, and for a few seconds he tries to struggle, but the jelly finally wins. After lying there in the surface of the arena for a moment, the green slime starts to take form that stands almost 14 feet tall. The goo grows arms, legs, head, abdomen and wings, and finally it emits a blinding flash of green light throughout the arena.
When the light fades away, only one being stands where was two. It is a gruesome sight, a 14 feet tall gigantic horned devil with obviously massive amount of power. It has clothes that have blue, green and orange coloring, and the scythe that Darshg previously carried has appeared once again unharmed.
Well, that was... refreshing. Well... you seem pretty baffled by my new appearance. Cool, isn't it? Not only have I gained all of my archenemy's power, but I also inherited his speed, toughness, his sonic and electricity resistances and magic immunity.
The monster smiles, as if he had already won.
Revlis can only smile at his opponent's new form.
Fusion?! Instant weapon reforging?! Yes...yes...YES! This is what I've been waiting for! God, this is why I love to fight!! Don't give up now! This is most fun I've had since Gideon and I took on the Garrote!
Revlis closes his eyes. His fists turn into claws as his body begins to balloon out. A huge tail begins to grow from the base of his spine as he goes down on all fours. Eleven tiny growths swell on his neck, which all grow longer and longer until they all are fully formed necks. His original neck follows suit, extending out to a length as long as the others. His head, as well as the other heads on the other necks, morph into terrible reptilian visage, each with four tentacles where the mouth should be and razor-sharp tusks emerging from either side of his many mouths. A pair of draconic wings sprout from his back as well. He sits momentarily, pondering his new form. Suddenly, his skin begins to change into a mulit-colored and disgusting collage of what seems to be ever-shifting liquid. Four strange appendages shoot out from just below his wings, which waver and quake as thought Revlis has no control over them. His metamorphosis complete, Revlis can only best be described as a huge multi-headed abomination.
Now devil...enough warm-up...let's get started!
Darstax snaps his fingers and the scythe disappears.
Ha! Let the rumble continue!
The monstrous fusion charges at his opponent, moving faster than anyone could have ever imagined, and in couple of seconds he reaches his target. Darstax dodges the attack of opportunity and grabs one of the heads of his opponent. Then he instanly kicks Revlis to the air, teleports above him and launches a two-handed bash on the shapechanger. Revlis falls down and down at terrible speed, getting closer and closer towards the arena floor.
Darstax points his right hand finger at his opponent.
Oh, and by the way; here's a present for you!
"Finger of Death!"
And so a skull-shaped missile with green tail forms and launches towards Revlis.
Hmmm....fast.
Revlis slams hard into the arena, throwing up huge amounts of dust from all around him. The missle enters the dust cloud after him, and as it looks as if it's about to hit a part of his chest, that part simply disappears for a moment, causing the ray to impact harmlessly into the earth below Revlis.
Enter the teratomorph, a creature so cosmically unstable that parts of it simply don't exist for moments at a time. Also, it can cause others to become unstable as well...
Revlis takes wing and latches onto his opponent with all of his mouths. Suddenly, Darstax begins to feel the areas being grabbed begin to shudder.
I hope you're as tough as you say, or else this next part is gonna be real bad for you.
Impressive, I have never fought a being so unstable as yourself at this moment. However, that trick is not nearly as powerful as the one I have got for you.
Darstax charges up, and blue energy gathers around him.
Now you shall feel the power of the VOID!
Darstax first glows dark blue, then darkness fills the area around him. It is as if the entire space-time continuem collapses around him, leaving a huge black hole where Darstax was just a couple of seconds ago. Revlis begins to get sucked into the VOID, while Darstax materializes just about 60 feet away from him.
Whew, that was a close one. I almost got sucked into that thing myself. It did take all my magic to do that, though, so I think I'd better recharge.
Darstax stands there, spreads his hands and summons the power of blue magic to restore his abilities. He glows bright blue, as sparks of blue magic gather to him.
Revlis struggles helplessly as his huge body begins to be sucked into the VOID. As he draws closer and closer to the rift, a huge serpentine eye begins to rip from Revlis' back. As it opens, unseen forces seem to do battle with the terrible rift, causing it to wave and shudder until they finally force it shut.
Wooo...that was a little too close. I honestly didn't think that was going to work. Never thought I'd say this, but thank the gods for Beholders.
Now, my turn.
Revlis' saving eye goes back into his body. Suddenly, the shapeshifter begins to sink into the ground, as if the earth below him was simply water. He makes his way through the earth and sand below the arena, until he is under his opponent. Revlis' appendages rip from underground and grab Darstax by both of his ankles. Revlis' twelve heads emerge almost right in front of Darstax. As the fiend begins to feel the same shuddering again at his ankles, Revlis' mouths open and begin to form spheres of energy in front of them. While doing this, the all go into a position where they are all in a circle. The spheres of energy that were beginning to form combine into a huge mass of glowing light. Suddenly, three other colors, yellow, blue and green, begin to swirl around with the base white color that it was originally.
You say you have resistances against all of the elements except for fire, which you are obviously, immune to. But let's just see HOW resistant you are. If you survive this one, I won't hold you to that drink.
Suddenly, the sphere erupts with a catastrophic explosion of primal element. Lightning, acid and frost surge toward the restrained Dastax, as a piercing shriek makes all in or around the arena cover their ears due to its crass and terrible sound.
Darstax manages to finish the recharge, but doesn't get very far before Revlis' mighty counter attack. Elemental fury destroys everything around Darstax at it's deadliest form as the monstrous fiend disappears to the exploding chaos.
When the dust settles, Darstax is nowhere to be found.
What's the matter? I'm over here.
Revlis tries to spot a glipse of his opponent, only to get completely caught off-guard by Darstax's next attack.
"Bigby's Crushing Hand!" yells the fused monster, as he appears only 20 feet behind Revlis. A giant hand appears and succesfully grapples Revlis, squeezing the life out of the shapeshifter.
Ah, so futile. Hey, you don't look like you have very comfortable conditions. It's about to get even worse.
"TIME FOR THE GRAND FINALE!" yells Darstax, as he raises both of his hands, and a blue magical spark appears. Few seconds later the magic spark disappers and it would seem that the souls of the dead are being dragged towards Darstax's hands.
You're lucky...that I really don't need...my spine...fiend. However...I'm afraid...that you're missing...a big detail...
It is now readily apparent that the appendages that were holding onto Dastax's ankles are not longer grappling, but instead have fused to the fiend's legs. Even though he has teleported, they are still attached.
The detail...of course being...that the blast...was a diversion...
The top half of Revlis' body begins to look transparent and clear like water. Suddenly, he simply slips down from the terrible grappling arm. After resolidifying, huge, wickedly-barbed spikes shoot out from Revlis' back. He pulls Darstax onto his now incredibly sharp back. The horrific sound of tearing flesh and snapping bone can be heard as the spikes burrow into the fiend's body. Then, Revlis stands on his hind legs and simply falls on his back, trapping the fiend in its spiky prison.
And I'm really getting tired of the teleporting...
"RAAAAAAAAGH!!! NO!!! NOTHING HOLD MY WRATH!!! AAAAAAAARRGGH!!! I WILL FINISH MY ATTAACK!!!" Now seriously bleeding Darstax yells furiously, and it seems as if the whole arena would be shaking because of his rage.
"YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME WITH TRICKS LIKE THIS!!! LOOK AT ME!!! YOU HAVE ONLY MANAGED TO PUSH ME BEHIND THE LINE THAT KEEPS ME SANE!!! RUAAAAAGH!!! " The monster glows orange, shining so bright that it hurts just to look at him.
"DESTRUCTION!!!" And so, the fused devil explodes with power that shakes the very foundations of the arena. When it stops, Darstax charges at Revlis, moving even faster than before, hitting the shapechanger with all of his power. He grabs Revlis and throws him towards the surface of the arena. Then, he continues his previous attack, and the souls of the dead form into a massive orb of energy. After the bomb is complete, he launches it towards Revlis:
"SOULBOMB ATTACK!!!"
Revlis looks at the sphere of energy coming towards him. He quickly closes his wounds so that more blood doesn't escape from his body. He releases the fusion on Darstax's ankles and quickly shifts his body once again. His necks recede into his body once again, except for one. He stands upright, and his tail shrinks. His body deflates and his skin changes colors to a pale blue tint. His face now resembles that of an elf with no pupils in his eyes and no emotion on his face. His hands and feet are clawless, but he clenches his fists together, forcing out two beams of energy that look like bastard swords. Revlis, now completely shifted, charges the sphere. With a simple cross-slash, the orb is in two pieces, flying past Revlis and towards the battle between Turlus and Caben Duur. Revlis continues charging and releases a barrage of slashes on his opponent. Its hardened skin is no use against the blades of light, bypassing any physical protection the fiend has.
I really hope this doesn't mean you're out of tricks...I was just starting to have fun.
Darstax falls to the ground, bloody and battered. Still he refuses to give up, and rises up once again.
So, the power of the dead does not help me in this fight. Don't worry, I am not finished yet, though the level of my power has dropped significantly. I guess now is the time for my ultimate attack. Let me just make sure that none of your tricks will stand in my way, fools.
That said, the devilish fusion regenerates his wounds and starts to charge up, and suddenly all of the chromatic energies flow through and around him.
Then, a dark red force shield appears on Darstax.
There that should do it. I have summoned the ultimate shield of chaos to protect me. Now for my finishing move.
Darstax raises his hands, calling the blue magic to his aid once again, and sparks of blue energy form a colossal sphere of energy above Darstax.
One "ULTIMATE ORB OF DESTRUCTION!!!" later the gigantic orb flies towards Revlis. The shapechanger tries to move away from it, but the orb catches huge velocity and starts to chase him.
Revlis continues running only long enough to grow a brown, hard carapace over his body. He stops suddenly, and as the orb hits him, it comes to no avail, but instead bounces back and begins to fly towards Darstax. As the fiend begins to run, the orb chases him like it did Revlis.
I'm so tired of your spells and spell-like abilities! I want to fight! Not reflect!
When Revlis reflects the orb back to Darstax, the fiend charges at Revlis with the orb still chasing him.
I actually wanted you to do that.
Then suddenly, Darstax stops just 10 feet away from Revlis, and the orb hits the cornugon exploding violently, and the energy surge rips both combatants to pieces. The shockwaves tear HUGE cracks to the surface of the arena. Even Turlus and Caben Duur are both being flown away from the arena.
Moments before his body is torn asunder by Darstax's horrific blast of energy, Revlis's head once again goes through a metamorphosis: several eyestalks quickly sprout from his head and his skin becomes leather. His two eyes come together to form a serpentine eye again. His head detaches and flies away from the cataclysm, and surrounds himself in a field of antimagic. After the smoke clears, his original panda form is sitting as if nothing has happened.
Whoa...I've been in retirement too long. Kids never had this kind of firepower back in my day. I need to get in some serious training before I do one of these again. Not to mention that I never thought that my beholder form be be so useful.
Darshg...Darstax...whoever you are...you still there? If you are, here's some advice for you: train more. More than you could even imagine. I want to fight you again. One more time. That was a great fight. But, you have so much room for improvement. If you were at your best, and I was back in my prime...I'm getting shivers just thinking about it.
OOC: It doesn't really matter to me, Sorcen. I think my above passage is suitable for either scenario.
High above the arena, blobs of green slime start to emerge into one. Then, the blob launches towards Sorcen's Tavern.
Finally, it lands just outside the bar, and begins to take form once again.
It turns to the judges and upon their signal gives the command:
"Commence!"
BIC: Then, along he came. Standing nearly 10 feet tall and covered in black, reflectively shining scales. The cornugon horned devil, original resident of Baator, made his way to the battle royale. Surrounded by mysterious blue energy, the fiend walked scanning the surroundings of the great battle arena that everyone seemed to have been talking about across the planes he had visited. Darshgarothos had arrived. Then suddenly, after reaching his place at arena, the cornugon yelled:
"I am Darshg the Reaper, and I promise you one hell of a fight!"
That said, he left the crowd to make their mind about him.
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A panda slowly makes its way into the arena. He sits momentarily, eating a chute of bamboo while he sizes up his opponent. After a moment, a disembodied voice appears in Darshg's head
Sorry for my tardiness. Shall we begin?
BIC: Darshg, while little suprised, responds with telepathy of his own.
I'd be dead already if I wasn't ready every time I fight. It's good to have a worthy opponent such as yourself, shapechanger. The time has come, so get ready for the fight of your life!
He then spreads his wings and assumes combat form. He starts to glow as blue electricity runs through his body.
The panda nods in agreement. He stands upright as his fur goes into his body, revealing metallic yet smooth skin with a reddish hue. His muscles and bones begin to twist and reshape, warping into different patterns until he is a completely different being. His shoulder blades expand as horrid feathered, bat-like wings begin to emerge from them. One of his eyes turns deep, deep red as as the other turns to a what looks like a sphere of gold. His snout and mouth shift into a humanoid mouth, with the top canines extended, while the mandible remains like that of a human. Glands under his eyes begin to swell and extend fleshy vessels to his two now pronounced canine teeth, and begin to secrete a green liquid. His forearms become intensely muscular as a thumb begins to emerge from either hand. Claws morph into fingers with nails sharper than his previous form. Where there was once a stub of a tail emerges a long, barbed tail. His metamorphosis complete, he now looks like twisted angelic demon. He smiles in his new form, and relays a message to his foe:
I thought it would be a nice mix if I started out half solar/half pit fiend. But keep this in your mind, daemon: I am no ordinary shapechanger. I can meld my forms in as many possible ways as your brain could imagine, and then that many more. I am unpredictability incarnate. Now...come at me!
BIC: A confident, somehow arrogant smile on his face, the horned devil starts to approach his opponent. In his hand forms a small orb of fire, which then hovers towards the shapechanger, stopping at 5 feet away. For a moment, the orb stays still. Then suddenly, Darshgarothos covers his eyes and yells: "Pyrotechnics!", and a blinding flash of light enqulfs the arena.
Revlis recoils from the shock of the light, trying to cover his eyes the best he can. As his eyes recede into his his head, he recovers himself while manuevering his hands into complex gestures. At the end of this series of movements, he stretches out his hands. A dark, rolling cloud sweeps across the area of the arena where the combatants are, so much so that they are obscurred from the spectators' sight.
I'd think that a demon like you would prefer to fight in the darkness as opposed to the light. But this isn't normal darkness; even you might have a little trouble seeing here...
BIC: Fool! In case you didn't know, all of us Baatezu can see perfectly through darkness both normal and magical nature.
The cornugon spreads his wings to flight and teleports high above the arena. Using his magic he calls forth a lightning strike against Revlis.
Let's see you dodge this one!
Why are you calling me a fool when I was able to make you think that I didn't know that fiends such as yourself can see in any darkness? The darkness was merely a test to see which way you would come.
Revlis' skin takes on a bronze sheen as he charges the bolt of lightning head on. They connect, but the lightning is to no avail against him. He continues flying until reaches the demon, and grabs Darshg by the neck, throwing him to the arena floor. He then charges his downed foe, his fists crackling with a surge of holy energy, attempting to slam both his fists into him.
I may be blind, but lightning goes hand-in-hand with thunder. And thunder is loud.
Revlis' eyes begin to once again emerge from their empty sockets.
"GRAAAH!" Yells the cornugon, as he hits the ground. However, as
Darshg bounces off the ground he rolls back to his feet. He stares at his airborne opponent.
I'm sorry burst your bubble, but you just fell into one of the oldest tricks in the book.
The fiend snap his fingers and another horned devil appears at Revlis' backside. It grabs Revlis and locks him to a tight grapple hold.
Darshg once again begins to cast his mysterious magic and blue energies gather around him.
was wondering how long it would take you to summon one of your little friends.
Revlis looks at the judges' box and sends them a message.
I'm sorry dark ones; now you have another body to clean up...
Revlis' face recedes into his body and comes out on the other side, this time with four slimy tentacles where his mouth should be. He wraps them around the face of his captor, and inhales deeply. The horned devil's brain exits through its mouth and into Revlis' maw. As it falls to the ground, Revlis spits out the fiendish organ, as he puts his face back to the front again and reforms a mouth.
Oops. I think you dropped something.
Not a microsecond manages to pass before Revlis hears that terrible word: "HADOKEN!" A massive, huge, no, GARGANTUAN energy blast makes it's way towards Revlis at frightening velocity. It is already too close and there is just no way Revlis can dodge it anymore.
Heh! Good luck surviving that. If you do, I'll buy you a drink.
Revlis looks in shock as the sphere of energy catches him completely off-guard. It connects with a cataclysm of energy and light that rips across the arena, sending shockwaves to its farthest corners. When the smoke clears, Revlis appears to be nothing more than a waist and a pair of legs. The crowd of specatators begins to cheer Darshg's name as the demon takes in the praises of his adoring fans. Even the judges nod to each other to make the decision final. That is, until everyone in the arena hears the same omnimous message in their heads.
I'm surprised that all of you, including you, my esteemed opponent, have forgotten one of the most basic rules of combat: ALWAYS watch your opponent's feet.
Darshg and the remainder of the spectators look down in horror as Revlis' head is completely formed and unscathed where his left foot should be. On his face is a smile of unsurpassed confidence.
I'll admit you had me a little scared there, demon. I barely had enough time to force my major organs into the bottom half of my body to take your blast head on. Well, more like torso-on.
Revlis' body now begins to steam and evaporate, reforming a few feet above him as a storm cloud with lightning crackling underneathe him. Some of the clouds form to create what look like arms. Suddenly, a hail of lightning blasts from Revlis directly at Darshg.
Tell me, in all of your years traversing the multiverse, have you ever fought a storm before?
And I'm holding you to that drink.
BIC: Darshg takes his defence stance, holding his scythe at his front.
You sure don't get it, do you? You are smart to attack me with a form of energy that I am not naturally resistant against, but still...
The lightning hits Darshg and rips the ground violently, but the cornugon stand his ground and no serious damage done.
You ARE quite foolish to just hand over a good magic, but since I know your resistance, I will save this for later matches. Now, what do you call this one, or should I just name it myself? Hold that thought.
The cornugon teleports right behind Revlis with his scythe raised. "Scythe Slash!" he shouts, and cuts Revlis by his legs.
Then, Darshg backs down a bit with his guard up.
By the way, don't call me a demon... EVER... AGAIN. I am a devil, not a demon.
You're the foolish one, kid. In case YOU weren't aware, clouds don't really have legs. But good job standing up to that lightning. Too bad that's not my best trick with this form...
The clouds that are Revlis begin to swirl faster and faster until he is nothing more than a raging torrent of spinning wind. He is now a living tornado, picking up debris and dust from the arena floor into its body. It begins to move closer and closer to Darshg, until it is upon the fiend.
And I just thought of a song...
You're a demon, you're a demon, you're a demon, you're a demon...yoooooouuuu'rrrre a deeeeeeemmmoooon.
BIC: The winds engulf Darshg. He is stirred and shaken by the power of the tornado. Finally the whirlwind drops him and once again he finds himself crashing with the surface of the arena.
After the dust settles, the cornugon is still not moving. However, after a few seconds he finally stands up and looks his opponent with absolute terror marking his face. It quickly turns into anger.
Damn... you! I will never surrender to someone like you! I have defeated countless air and storm elementals and defeated a storm giant in a wrestling match! I am not going lose to you!
Darshg takes his scythe to his left hand and raises his right hand. He aims at Revlis and blue energy starts to gather to his hand once again.
"Surge Beam Attack!", yells the horned devil and a mysterious beam of energy comes from his hands, rushing towards the shapechanger. However, after it comes to the range of 40 feet from Revlis, it splits up into smaller beams that come from different directions towards their target.
I wasn't kidding when I called myself 'unpredictability incarnate.' All your previous experience will not honestly help you much against me.
Revlis instantaneously transforms from his vaporous state into a what appears to an orc with fists made out of stone. THe beams rips through his new body, tearing off one of his arms and causing numerous wounds. The orc smiles as its wounds begin to close and his arm begins to regrow. He rushes across the arena towards the devil. As he does this, two large feathery antennae sprout from his forehead. When he comes in close enough, he rubs the antennae over Darshg's scythe, causing the blade to rust and shatter. Seconds after this, Revlis grabs his opponent's horns, taking the huge amount of pain and burning caused by this, and rams his forehead into that of his opponents.
It's obvious that spells aren't going to make the outcome of this battle. So why not you and me just throw down, right here and now?!
"GROAAAAAAAARGH!!!" Yells the cornugon as Revlis makes him feel pain so terrible that he has never felt before. Bruised and battered, Darshg makes a desperate teleport once again to escape the clutches of his psychotic opponent. He appears about 120 feet away at the other side of the arena.
It... now... seems... painfully... clear to me... that I... am no match for you... in my... current... condition. However... I do have one special little trick... that... I have been... saving... for moments like this. I... really hoped that... I would never... have to... actually use this... but... you... leave me no... choice.
The horned devil begins to chant, his words echo throughout the arena. His magic makes him glow green, as he is obviously summoning something out of this plane. When he finishes casting, a large, muscular, bald, and over 13 feet tall giant man appears into his front. The man is obviously confused, not recognizing this place. The man says: "What trickery is this? Where am I? Why am I brought to this place?"
"Behind you, Hortax Doomclaw." Darshg says, and the giant turns around. "Darshgarothos?!! What have you done?!" he says. "I have summoned you to help me in my fight, and due to the geas-curse I wished you to have you must do as I command." says the cornugon. "WHAT?!!!" the giant yells "Are you insane?! Why do you do this to me?!" he continues. "Because I know that I cannot beat this one on my own, not without my scythe." Darshg responds. The giant turns away, now facing Revlis. "Well, if I must do so, the I guess I have no other choice." says Hortax.
"Yes, you cannot resist..." The cornugon starts to change, his skin is turning green, his flesh quickly beginning to melt in jellyish form. When the shapechange is complete, Darshg has turned into an absorber. "Now, Hortax, time to become PART OF ME!" Yells the previous horned devil, now in his absorber jelly form and lunges on Hortax. The giant looks behind now realizing the horror that his archenemy has turned into. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" The giant yells and is quickly all covered in greenish goo, and for a few seconds he tries to struggle, but the jelly finally wins. After lying there in the surface of the arena for a moment, the green slime starts to take form that stands almost 14 feet tall. The goo grows arms, legs, head, abdomen and wings, and finally it emits a blinding flash of green light throughout the arena.
When the light fades away, only one being stands where was two. It is a gruesome sight, a 14 feet tall gigantic horned devil with obviously massive amount of power. It has clothes that have blue, green and orange coloring, and the scythe that Darshg previously carried has appeared once again unharmed.
Well, that was... refreshing. Well... you seem pretty baffled by my new appearance. Cool, isn't it? Not only have I gained all of my archenemy's power, but I also inherited his speed, toughness, his sonic and electricity resistances and magic immunity.
The monster smiles, as if he had already won.
Revlis can only smile at his opponent's new form.
Fusion?! Instant weapon reforging?! Yes...yes...YES! This is what I've been waiting for! God, this is why I love to fight!! Don't give up now! This is most fun I've had since Gideon and I took on the Garrote!
Revlis closes his eyes. His fists turn into claws as his body begins to balloon out. A huge tail begins to grow from the base of his spine as he goes down on all fours. Eleven tiny growths swell on his neck, which all grow longer and longer until they all are fully formed necks. His original neck follows suit, extending out to a length as long as the others. His head, as well as the other heads on the other necks, morph into terrible reptilian visage, each with four tentacles where the mouth should be and razor-sharp tusks emerging from either side of his many mouths. A pair of draconic wings sprout from his back as well. He sits momentarily, pondering his new form. Suddenly, his skin begins to change into a mulit-colored and disgusting collage of what seems to be ever-shifting liquid. Four strange appendages shoot out from just below his wings, which waver and quake as thought Revlis has no control over them. His metamorphosis complete, Revlis can only best be described as a huge multi-headed abomination.
Now devil...enough warm-up...let's get started!
Darstax snaps his fingers and the scythe disappears.
Ha! Let the rumble continue!
The monstrous fusion charges at his opponent, moving faster than anyone could have ever imagined, and in couple of seconds he reaches his target. Darstax dodges the attack of opportunity and grabs one of the heads of his opponent. Then he instanly kicks Revlis to the air, teleports above him and launches a two-handed bash on the shapechanger. Revlis falls down and down at terrible speed, getting closer and closer towards the arena floor.
Darstax points his right hand finger at his opponent.
Oh, and by the way; here's a present for you!
"Finger of Death!"
And so a skull-shaped missile with green tail forms and launches towards Revlis.
Hmmm....fast.
Revlis slams hard into the arena, throwing up huge amounts of dust from all around him. The missle enters the dust cloud after him, and as it looks as if it's about to hit a part of his chest, that part simply disappears for a moment, causing the ray to impact harmlessly into the earth below Revlis.
Enter the teratomorph, a creature so cosmically unstable that parts of it simply don't exist for moments at a time. Also, it can cause others to become unstable as well...
Revlis takes wing and latches onto his opponent with all of his mouths. Suddenly, Darstax begins to feel the areas being grabbed begin to shudder.
I hope you're as tough as you say, or else this next part is gonna be real bad for you.
Impressive, I have never fought a being so unstable as yourself at this moment. However, that trick is not nearly as powerful as the one I have got for you.
Darstax charges up, and blue energy gathers around him.
Now you shall feel the power of the VOID!
Darstax first glows dark blue, then darkness fills the area around him. It is as if the entire space-time continuem collapses around him, leaving a huge black hole where Darstax was just a couple of seconds ago. Revlis begins to get sucked into the VOID, while Darstax materializes just about 60 feet away from him.
Whew, that was a close one. I almost got sucked into that thing myself. It did take all my magic to do that, though, so I think I'd better recharge.
Darstax stands there, spreads his hands and summons the power of blue magic to restore his abilities. He glows bright blue, as sparks of blue magic gather to him.
Revlis struggles helplessly as his huge body begins to be sucked into the VOID. As he draws closer and closer to the rift, a huge serpentine eye begins to rip from Revlis' back. As it opens, unseen forces seem to do battle with the terrible rift, causing it to wave and shudder until they finally force it shut.
Wooo...that was a little too close. I honestly didn't think that was going to work. Never thought I'd say this, but thank the gods for Beholders.
Now, my turn.
Revlis' saving eye goes back into his body. Suddenly, the shapeshifter begins to sink into the ground, as if the earth below him was simply water. He makes his way through the earth and sand below the arena, until he is under his opponent. Revlis' appendages rip from underground and grab Darstax by both of his ankles. Revlis' twelve heads emerge almost right in front of Darstax. As the fiend begins to feel the same shuddering again at his ankles, Revlis' mouths open and begin to form spheres of energy in front of them. While doing this, the all go into a position where they are all in a circle. The spheres of energy that were beginning to form combine into a huge mass of glowing light. Suddenly, three other colors, yellow, blue and green, begin to swirl around with the base white color that it was originally.
You say you have resistances against all of the elements except for fire, which you are obviously, immune to. But let's just see HOW resistant you are. If you survive this one, I won't hold you to that drink.
Suddenly, the sphere erupts with a catastrophic explosion of primal element. Lightning, acid and frost surge toward the restrained Dastax, as a piercing shriek makes all in or around the arena cover their ears due to its crass and terrible sound.
Darstax manages to finish the recharge, but doesn't get very far before Revlis' mighty counter attack. Elemental fury destroys everything around Darstax at it's deadliest form as the monstrous fiend disappears to the exploding chaos.
When the dust settles, Darstax is nowhere to be found.
What's the matter? I'm over here.
Revlis tries to spot a glipse of his opponent, only to get completely caught off-guard by Darstax's next attack.
"Bigby's Crushing Hand!" yells the fused monster, as he appears only 20 feet behind Revlis. A giant hand appears and succesfully grapples Revlis, squeezing the life out of the shapeshifter.
Ah, so futile. Hey, you don't look like you have very comfortable conditions. It's about to get even worse.
"TIME FOR THE GRAND FINALE!" yells Darstax, as he raises both of his hands, and a blue magical spark appears. Few seconds later the magic spark disappers and it would seem that the souls of the dead are being dragged towards Darstax's hands.
You're lucky...that I really don't need...my spine...fiend. However...I'm afraid...that you're missing...a big detail...
It is now readily apparent that the appendages that were holding onto Dastax's ankles are not longer grappling, but instead have fused to the fiend's legs. Even though he has teleported, they are still attached.
The detail...of course being...that the blast...was a diversion...
The top half of Revlis' body begins to look transparent and clear like water. Suddenly, he simply slips down from the terrible grappling arm. After resolidifying, huge, wickedly-barbed spikes shoot out from Revlis' back. He pulls Darstax onto his now incredibly sharp back. The horrific sound of tearing flesh and snapping bone can be heard as the spikes burrow into the fiend's body. Then, Revlis stands on his hind legs and simply falls on his back, trapping the fiend in its spiky prison.
And I'm really getting tired of the teleporting...
"RAAAAAAAAGH!!! NO!!! NOTHING HOLD MY WRATH!!! AAAAAAAARRGGH!!! I WILL FINISH MY ATTAACK!!!" Now seriously bleeding Darstax yells furiously, and it seems as if the whole arena would be shaking because of his rage.
"YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME WITH TRICKS LIKE THIS!!! LOOK AT ME!!! YOU HAVE ONLY MANAGED TO PUSH ME BEHIND THE LINE THAT KEEPS ME SANE!!! RUAAAAAGH!!! " The monster glows orange, shining so bright that it hurts just to look at him.
"DESTRUCTION!!!" And so, the fused devil explodes with power that shakes the very foundations of the arena. When it stops, Darstax charges at Revlis, moving even faster than before, hitting the shapechanger with all of his power. He grabs Revlis and throws him towards the surface of the arena. Then, he continues his previous attack, and the souls of the dead form into a massive orb of energy. After the bomb is complete, he launches it towards Revlis:
"SOULBOMB ATTACK!!!"
Revlis looks at the sphere of energy coming towards him. He quickly closes his wounds so that more blood doesn't escape from his body. He releases the fusion on Darstax's ankles and quickly shifts his body once again. His necks recede into his body once again, except for one. He stands upright, and his tail shrinks. His body deflates and his skin changes colors to a pale blue tint. His face now resembles that of an elf with no pupils in his eyes and no emotion on his face. His hands and feet are clawless, but he clenches his fists together, forcing out two beams of energy that look like bastard swords. Revlis, now completely shifted, charges the sphere. With a simple cross-slash, the orb is in two pieces, flying past Revlis and towards the battle between Turlus and Caben Duur. Revlis continues charging and releases a barrage of slashes on his opponent. Its hardened skin is no use against the blades of light, bypassing any physical protection the fiend has.
I really hope this doesn't mean you're out of tricks...I was just starting to have fun.
Darstax falls to the ground, bloody and battered. Still he refuses to give up, and rises up once again.
So, the power of the dead does not help me in this fight. Don't worry, I am not finished yet, though the level of my power has dropped significantly. I guess now is the time for my ultimate attack. Let me just make sure that none of your tricks will stand in my way, fools.
That said, the devilish fusion regenerates his wounds and starts to charge up, and suddenly all of the chromatic energies flow through and around him.
Then, a dark red force shield appears on Darstax.
There that should do it. I have summoned the ultimate shield of chaos to protect me. Now for my finishing move.
Darstax raises his hands, calling the blue magic to his aid once again, and sparks of blue energy form a colossal sphere of energy above Darstax.
One "ULTIMATE ORB OF DESTRUCTION!!!" later the gigantic orb flies towards Revlis. The shapechanger tries to move away from it, but the orb catches huge velocity and starts to chase him.
Revlis continues running only long enough to grow a brown, hard carapace over his body. He stops suddenly, and as the orb hits him, it comes to no avail, but instead bounces back and begins to fly towards Darstax. As the fiend begins to run, the orb chases him like it did Revlis.
I'm so tired of your spells and spell-like abilities! I want to fight! Not reflect!
When Revlis reflects the orb back to Darstax, the fiend charges at Revlis with the orb still chasing him.
I actually wanted you to do that.
Then suddenly, Darstax stops just 10 feet away from Revlis, and the orb hits the cornugon exploding violently, and the energy surge rips both combatants to pieces. The shockwaves tear HUGE cracks to the surface of the arena. Even Turlus and Caben Duur are both being flown away from the arena.
Moments before his body is torn asunder by Darstax's horrific blast of energy, Revlis's head once again goes through a metamorphosis: several eyestalks quickly sprout from his head and his skin becomes leather. His two eyes come together to form a serpentine eye again. His head detaches and flies away from the cataclysm, and surrounds himself in a field of antimagic. After the smoke clears, his original panda form is sitting as if nothing has happened.
Whoa...I've been in retirement too long. Kids never had this kind of firepower back in my day. I need to get in some serious training before I do one of these again. Not to mention that I never thought that my beholder form be be so useful.
Darshg...Darstax...whoever you are...you still there? If you are, here's some advice for you: train more. More than you could even imagine. I want to fight you again. One more time. That was a great fight. But, you have so much room for improvement. If you were at your best, and I was back in my prime...I'm getting shivers just thinking about it.
OOC: It doesn't really matter to me, Sorcen. I think my above passage is suitable for either scenario.
High above the arena, blobs of green slime start to emerge into one. Then, the blob launches towards Sorcen's Tavern.
Finally, it lands just outside the bar, and begins to take form once again.
It's essentially a puedopod of the Void pushed though to dissolve matter, that takes the form of a four-armed, two-faced monster big enough to pull up and eat small mountains. Oh yes and with a few important extras: It can just push though into any universe (Since the Void is what separates them, yadda yadda yadda), can't be destroyed (for obvious reasons), absorbs pretty much anything that gets thrown at it, and comes with an anime-style mouth-cannon attack. Which dissolves the multiverse it's fired in.
I wouldn't suggest getting in the shot path, in other words.
As to why the multiverse still exists... if there are infinate multiverses out there it's going to take a while to eat them all to get to finish these ones...
You see why it's presence would put a damper on things?
Anyway, without further ado, I present my version of:
[size=3]Tips for Victory in Sorcen’s Battle Royale:[/size]
1: Be creative
This starts with your character itself. Bartelemus the Archivist, the scholarly old man who walks with a limp but knows so much ancient lore that he is a surprisingly powerful opponent is much more interesting and creative than Lasoleg the elf ranger or Dzz’rit the duel scimitar-wielding drow rebel. Try to avoid ripping off character’s who already exist...most people do not consider someone creative if they steal someone else’s idea, unless they do something truly spectacular (look at Sherlock Holmes…the number of people still writing Holmes stories is enormous, but I only know of one who has had reasonable success, due to her unique and interesting approach).
If there’s an idea you really like, alter it slightly, or combine it with something else (preferably from another source). Look at Toptomcat’s character Hestaby. I assume that he received the idea of her fighting style from such common and often seen things such as the Gundam series and the rest of the ‘Giant Robot Suit’ world. But notice his unique twists. Instead of playing a carbon copy; a giant white humanoid who shouts “Buring Finger” and attacks, Hestaby fights from a magically summoned suit of armor in the shape of a dragon, powered by psionics and her own magical power and flown by the use of Decanters of Endless Water. Caben Duur takes the powerful blood magus, a staple of quite a lot of dark fantasy, and meshes it with a deep backstory and unknown abilities to create something new…a hybrid of common elements, but still new.
Not that I have anything against anime, but I don’t like seeing common anime moves used here. Half of them rely on the opponent knowing the source of the move. Personally, I wouldn’t know the difference between a ‘Hadoken’ and a ‘Saiyan,’ so these confuse me. It also seems to split from the world of Sorcen by dragging other sources into it. I feel that Naruto, DBZ, and all the rest have their place, but its not here. If this offends anyone in any way, I apologize profusely. Simply tell me, and I’ll gladly remove this section. This is simply my opinion: coming up with your own moves and ideas is more likely to lead to a victory.
On another note, look at the difference between these two attacks:
1. Trapped and backed into a corner, Bartelemus casts Holy Word on the demon, and the divine power burns through the fiends protective magic and incinerates its evil heart.
2. Bartelemus, cornered and trapped, reacts instinctively. He has no time for fancy spellwork, instead swinging his heavy spellbook like a club, catching the demon a glancing blow on its hideous snout.
While both are perfectly acceptable actions, remember…you don’t always have to pull the most powerful move in existence. Something simple works perfectly fine, and sometimes adds more flavor. Sorcen and the judges are a pretty nice bunch, and probably won’t punish you unduly for such actions. I respect that others may feel differently, but to me the occasional weak or failed attack or ineffective blow can add a touch of interest to a battle. As long as it would fit the character. So when Gideon comes back, or a new character of mine appears, remind me if I forget to occasionally do this (somehow missing doesn’t seem like something Caben Duur would be caught dead…er…alive…er…uh, I give up. Never mind).
2: Be realistic (within the boundaries of the naturally unrealistic nature of the game)
Another point in Toptomcat’s favor: he allows his character to be injured, and he allowed her suit to be destroyed. Merely negating all your opponents attacks isn’t creative…it’s annoying and unrealistic. The same goes for ignoring them. Respond. If you have a perfect counter, go ahead and use it. But no one can have a counter for everything, and you should allow your opponent the satisfaction of having some of their attacks hit and have effect.
Look at Caben Duur. For all practical purposes, he appears invincible. And for all I’m telling, he may well be. But he still suffers. Sure, he often counters or turns attacks around, but he’s lost his body several times, been knocked around, had holes blown in him, and much more. If you character couldn’t survive something like this, so be it. But would they be injured? Would they collapse, and have trouble recovering? Would they scream? Gideon’s lost an arm…would that happen? A leg? Remember, all wounds are healed after battle (except if you specially request them not to be). The dead can be resurrected. This allows you some leeway. Your opponent pulls a move so spectacular you think it should end the match then and there? Go ahead. There doesn’t seem to be a score, and death/injury can be reversed, so losing, while an ego blow, can sometimes be an interesting diversion from the norm. Not every match has to end with the judge’s decree. The match between Syra and Caben is currently ending in a tie; both realized they were powerless against the other…and I think it will lead somewhere interesting. Tons of character development can come from these battles and the bar thread. Make use of it. Although I don’t know if Sorcen intended it, this has become an ongoing story as well as a contest. Join in. Make life interesting. So far this is the first thread I’ve seen to have over 2 sub-threads…and I love it!
Also, keep in mind the time frame of events. If I type in a huge string of attacks, I should be ready to edit if my opponent has a counter somewhere down the line. Remember, a traditional D&D round is 6 seconds. Here the time frame varies, but if I post the following…
Bartelemus limps away as fast as his feet will carry him. When safely out of reach, the old man turns. Drawing out his spellbook he chants a few mystic syllables, and a brilliant bolt of energy flies from his outstretched hand into his foe. As the demon is thrown backwards Bartelemus strikes again, white fire streaking from his hand into the creature’s hide.* As it writhes on the ground, trying to extinguish the burning flames, Bartelemus draws a gleaming white circle in the air, and the heavens open up. From the rift flies a creature of unsurpassed beauty, an angelic form of pure light…an Archangel. The celestial draws back a shining golden bow, and, as Bartelemus’s magic fills him with strength, it releases the arrow, sending a divine lance through the creature’s dark heart.
This is a bit much for one character. Unless the solar was already summoned, this is far too much. A single post should probably have stopped at the asterisk (*). If I was to post this, I should be forewarned that I may have to go back and edit to account for my opponents actions. In the above case, maybe the demon had a spell to stop the summon, or even deflect Bartelemus’s spells. In that case, I’d simply delete the rest of the post past that point. Few things are more annoying that reading a novel length post simply to see it followed by something like “or so he planned…”
3. Remain in character
This is important for this thread. Keep your characters distinct, especially if you have more than one. This is usually through description, quirks, type of posting style, the description style, and speech font, color, pattern, and word choice. For example…Syra the Shadowmancer (played by Lord Gareth) uses a almost slang language, with such phrases as finger-waggler, used to refer to a mage. It’s distinctive. Gideon is a little sarcastic with a tendency to curse. Caben Duur is dark, brooding, and egotistical, as well as malevolent. Each also possesses well defined traits: For example, Gideon always lights up a cigarette before battle, and is a little hot-tempered, and Caben Duur will always laugh and smile at his own pain, or at the pain of others.
Syra speaks in quotes, a fairly normal speech pattern, except when casting Shadow Void, where she speaks in italics to (I presume) convey the power and emotion behind the words. Gideon speaks in italics without any quotation marks, as he’s kind of quite, yet his speech has edges to it at times. And Caben’s speech constantly shifts to reflect his current form and mood.
For separate characters, or even one, description can also help. Gideon’s effects are all based in items, some complex, and some simple. His attack descriptions are often chaotic affairs, or have the effects explained, with every detail of the item defined to help express his eccentric tendencies towards his possessions and his knowledge of the obscure workings of the universe. Caben Duur’s posts are gory, full of detailed descriptions of the carnage he inflicts and where the blood falls, and often even how it hits the ground. By changing posting styles, you can create distinctive moods for your characters.
Also remember to clearly separate speech and actions. It’s often very confusing if someone doesn’t. The same goes for punctuation. An easy to read post is seen in a better light than a barely legible one. I’d recommend typing up your posts in Word or a similar program to help correct spelling, grammar, and punctuation. That way posts are cleaner and easier to comprehend. A thesaurus can also help avoid awkward repetition or set a mood. For Caben Duur’s ‘little story’ I used both Word and a thesaurus, so avoid having to use common words that wouldn’t suit Caben. And I was quite pleased with the result. Put a little effort into posting, and this thread will really begin to flourish.
4. Finally, be descriptive
Description is one of the most powerful tools in you arsenal. Observe the difference in the below posts, both casting the same spell;
1. I cast Sunburst and attack the demon with a beam of brilliant light.
2. Bartelemus throws open his spellbook, running his finger quickly down the worn pages. Finally he slams the tome shut, raises his hands, and screams out several flowing syllables. The light around him dies down, leaving him shrouded in shadow…except for his upraised arms, which glow with the radiance of a thousand suns. The light explodes outward, streaking through the air and leaving glowing trails of lights behind them. The brilliance is blinding: the audience recoils, hands over its collective eyes as the beam of pure sunlight strikes the demon in the center of its chest with a brilliant shower of white hot sparks.
Not really a contest, is it? Pure and simple, if you want to win, be descriptive and original. Work with your character, and don’t force your actions. If it’s out of character, people will notice. Let the character determine the flow of the battle, and you’ll come out ahead.
-Gideon Gideonson
P.S.
In case you were wondering who he is, Bartelemus is going to be the chronicler of the Battle Royale. And he could use some help. Please look at the Sorcen’s Baator: The Chronicles thread in the forum. And please bear in mind…it’s under construction. And a pain. Any help would be appreciated, even in just simple formatting or compilation.
Personally, I wouldn’t know the difference between a ‘Hadoken’ and a ‘Saiyan,’ so these confuse me.
I should point out here, Hadoken has gone somewhat beyond anime... And is a spell now...(Seriously, the guy who made the hadoken go beyond it's Street Fighter origins made 9th level spell stats for it. someday I will have a character use it solely for the term 'One-hit KO'. 8-mile blast radius' and 1d10x1d10 damage or-so per CL, pretty much equals that...especially with transdimensional added... And I wish I was kidding on the stats)
But you've made some nice points there, though I suspect it's little more than reliterated stuff previously put up here (Aside from the 'I have no idea what this is'/'be creative' parts, for which I think this should be recorded somewhere solely to keep it in circulation...
But you've made some nice points there, though I suspect it's little more than reliterated stuff previously put up here (Aside from the 'I have no idea what this is'/'be creative' parts, for which I think this should be recorded somewhere solely to keep it in circulation...
Yeah, most of it has been up here before. I just wanted a nice compilation for people to see in one place, rather than having to read the whole thread and all the subthreads (This really is one monsterously large thread...its amazing how its, for lack of a better word, spawned. But its a good thing.)
And thanks for the compliments. I'm glad you approve.
Anyway back on topic, thanks for the compliments and thanks expecially for all your help and work on this thread.
Also, I presume the Caben vs Syra match is a draw. Good job to both of you on that very epic battle. So without further ado, the next match may begin, I believe that is Steropes vs Skraal or Kyle vs Nobunaga and Socks is still waiting on Kronos or any other opponent and since he was there first I dont see it as fair to make him wait even longer than he is already.
Other people, READ AND BELIEVE! Gideon is making good points. Not to make this a personal attack (yet it is), Kaizer, I'm staring daggers STRAIGHT AT YOU.
Kyle's ready to scrap at any time.
And to Gareth, Sorcen and Bahamut: Thanks!
turlus is going to go train to et some new powers What is the rules here about Anit magic feilds and Pysonics?Does it stop both or only arcane magic? Since it is up to the GM i though I sould ask you.
Name: Milerodo Cadderly
Race Halfling/ Air Elemental
Class: Sorcerer/Elemental Savant(Air)/Archmage/Fate Spinner
A weird breeze blows into the arena as it then forms into a humanoid shape. A Halfling about the height of 3'4" with light blue eyes and bright blonde hair stands where the wind was. He wears a gray robe and a blue cloak. His eyes glow with an arcane light. His clothing and hair seems to blow in the wind except that there seems to be no breeze pushing it. Two small air elementals stand at his side. He then looks around the arena "So a other tournament. I guess I was destined to come here then. He voice is soft and gently as the calming wind.
It's gonna suck fighting this guy :D
EDIT: Idea came up...never mind. Just give me a minute
Let's see the old dude fight!
An old man hobbles through the ranks of devils, who part respectfully in front of him. Tall and thin, yet quite frail, he clutches an enormous tome to his chest protectively. His long white hair is tied back, and his blue and maroon cloak sweeps behind him as he descends the stairs.
Reaching the Judge's stands, he calls out to Sorcen in a firm yet frail and elderly voice.
"Your grace...recording all of this has reminded me of my own younger days, when I adventured through the planes with my comrades. Would it be permissable for your humble scribe to try his hand again?"
BIC: Sorcen smiles and steps down to his faithful and talented scribe and lays a hand on his shoulder, "Of course my friend, you may have a match soon, that will give you time to prepare for it." He pats him on the back gently and returns to his seat. "Good luck old friend."
OOC: Bartelemus is human, but has spent so much time outside of mortal realms that he is older than he has any right to be. He's mainly still alive due to the magic of his occupation, Sorcen's power, and his own stubborn willpower.
And he'll fight whoever...
wheres this battle at then?
edit:so I haven't been removed from the battle field?
Ok so we have Milerodo va Bartelemus and Skraal vs Steropes after the two going on now finish. ^ Mostly restated for my memory's sake.
EDIT: If anyone has an objection about the three-way match between Tryion vs Socks vs Krono then feel free to speak up and we'll decide which two will fight but I figured it would keep things moving in that match if I just went ahead and made it a three-way.
Proper Grammar is the way to go.
If I need to explain that, I'll reach THROUGH the internet and just kill you.
Kaizer, while you aren't the only one guilty of being ignorant or ignoring the guidelines above (Gideon's and mine), you are by far the most frequent and blatant offender. I won't lie: at this point, I'm biased against you. I have a burning, seething hatred, the hatred of someone who sees roleplaying sullied by a person who can't be bothered to become original or acknowledge/create interesting, REAL characters. You, so far, have acted as though you can walk all over anyone, both IC and OOC, and it's rubbing me the wrong way.
That, and if I wanted to deal with Saiyans, I'd watch DBZ.
OOC: Kyle and Nobunaga may start now in the IC thread, I was just asking if the castle terrain was fine with you Revlis.
Oh, yeah, sorry. It's fine with me.
Gareth:
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Gareth, be careful with that argument on spelling and grammar, Kaizer is young and may be foreign for all you know and there are others that have trouble with spelling and grammar and I try not to discriminate against them in any way (including judging), as long as the posts are decipherable and done to the best of the posters ability they are fine by me. Kaizer does have lapses of grammar and spelling but he has improved much from when he first joined teh arena and as long as there is progress then I see no problem. Sorry if any of this seems reprimanding against you, its intended merely as an expression of my views and decisions on this subject.
And if we're supposed to start, I'll let Blackendearth make the first post, so I know that you're back.
And Bartelemus and Milerodo are scheduled for the match after one of the two current ones finish, so yeh they're waiting at the moment.
That would be Cog_and taz vs Steropes and Gideon vs BlackendEarth. Bartelemus is busy in the Taverne and BlackendEarth will not be back until tomorrow so that match can wait. Whenever Skraal and Steropes are ready then they may begin.
oh...another note: Bartelemus is also part Truenamer due to his extensive studies, but not the pansy wimpy version in the ToM. I'm talking Earthsea/Ursula LeGuin style.
Plus, they created the multiverse
Truename magic is cool by the way, I like the Last Word that Tenebrous/Orcus had there for awhile, theorized to be the epitome of truename magic. I thought to have Sorcen have it but I never decided on it or incorporated it into his story.
Truename magic is cool by the way, I like the Last Word that Tenebrous/Orcus had there for awhile, theorized to be the epitome of truename magic. I thought to have Sorcen have it but I never decided on it or incorporated it into his story.
OOC: He wouldn't want it. The reason Orcus doesn't now is because it would destroy him, since ironically the only reason he could wield was his 'dead' state...
And yeh thats why I ultimately decided against having the Last Word, he may be half-god but I'm not sure how well he'd handle the drawbacks of it. I had a thread on the Last Word awhile back in the Deities and The Planes boards.
Calming down...calming down.
Magic CANNOT EXIST near him. It never comes into existence, and ceases existing if it enters from outside, that field. The moment the spell LEAVES the field (assuming it isn' instant, like a Fireball), it works again, but NOT UNTIL THEN. Even then, if it re-enters the field, it is supressed yet again. Get it now?
OR
An icy/arctic terrain, complete with deep cravases, icy bridges, avalanches, deep snowdrifts, freezing cold (duh), icy lakes that could break when someone steps on them, or anything else you can think of, Sorcen. Maybe you could combine the two? That could be intersesting.... Or maybe this would make the terrain too complicated and maybe its a bad idea.
Also, I was looking over the anti-magic template. I was wondering if a person would be able to disjoin the effect for a few rounds with mordenkainen's disjunction? Or is that totally ruled out too? There's got to be some way of getting around the anti-magicness of an anti-magic being. I've been sifting through all the D&D stuff in my books and in my mind, and this is all that I've come up with, short of divine intervention. Do you think that a character as old and as powerful as Tyrion could dispel it with mordenkainen's disjunction? I mean, he does cast spells as a 30th level sorcerer. Part of his draconic lineage.
EDIT: Moved here: Sorcen's Baator's Character Roster
Just helping to make the old roster obsolete! :D
OOC: Thats fine Larz. For the Skraal vs Steropes match, did either of you want a different terrain? or just keep foghting on the bare dirt floor?
If you ask my char, he'd like more "two bases and ground shaking spell slingin and assasins and spell traps and duels and so on, but becose it is not the idea of this so it is all same where he fights.
No! GODS, READ THE SPELL DESCRIPTION!
Calming down...calming down.
Magic CANNOT EXIST near him. It never comes into existence, and ceases existing if it enters from outside, that field. The moment the spell LEAVES the field (assuming it isn' instant, like a Fireball), it works again, but NOT UNTIL THEN. Even then, if it re-enters the field, it is supressed yet again. Get it now?
the root of the question is dose it work "LIKE" the dispell magic spell because that and a null psionics field are the only two things that I know of that will stop psionic attacks or powers
Also, I was looking over the anti-magic template. I was wondering if a person would be able to disjoin the effect for a few rounds with mordenkainen's disjunction? Or is that totally ruled out too? There's got to be some way of getting around the anti-magicness of an anti-magic being. I've been sifting through all the D&D stuff in my books and in my mind, and this is all that I've come up with, short of divine intervention. Do you think that a character as old and as powerful as Tyrion could dispel it with mordenkainen's disjunction? I mean, he does cast spells as a 30th level sorcerer. Part of his draconic lineage.
I suspect you'll need god powers for that kind of trick, for the simple reason of the disjunction, simply put, destroys magic right? So it either is itself anulled by the field, being magical in nature as opposed to the field which is magic used to contain an area of magically null space, Or because it is an instant dispel, cancels the field only for said field to return almost instantly, since the field is released by the templated creature but isn't suppressed by it, meaning the creature has no direct control on it's wax and wane.
That or the natural magic holding the field at 20ft or whatever is suppressed for a blink, releasing the anti-magic area temporary and thus eliminating any bluffs or temporary spells in effect.
Simply put, the anti-magic field was never intended for use like this for a reason... (And the one reason Sorcen probably made it was to put medium level casters on their toes. And utterly obliterate epics no matter what class they may be, short of a POV monk...)
the root of the question is dose it work "LIKE" the dispell magic spell because that and a null psionics field are the only two things that I know of that will stop psionic attacks or powers
Anti-magic field works too, for the simply reason of we're using the default psionics/magic stuff, namely SR=PR, dispel magic=dispel psionics, And anti-magic field=null psionics.
So no it has nothing to do with a dispel magic. Dispel magic/psionics to the field is like a human commoner to a storm giant.
There is a way to by pass my effect.
Spells like orb of acid summon real acid wich is non magical then the mage throse it. But that realy doesn't work ether since he is imune to all elements but sonic and force
sorry Socks likes straight fights no trick
PS. he doesn't teleport his movemnt speed is mad fast
Yeh theres plenty of ways around the anti-magic template. The orb spells, an earthquake, a tornado, etc. The disjunction would, like Khael said, just drop the field for a second then it resumes almost instantly, I'll have to look at that disjunction spell to check on that though.
But if you're imaginative, anti-magic is more of a kick in the teeth to non-casters than casters...Unless you do something like sit in the field of course...because anti-magic is useless if you drop a mountain on them...
And who says that the orb should be in the shape of orb to hurt? You can fly over and drop them on the head of enemies.
OOC: ...that requires two additional things: 1) the ability to do that (I.E. no ceiling), 2) an anti-magic creature with no attention span, since by the time the orb loses it's cohesion, the target gets to run away.
I suspect you'll need god powers for that kind of trick, for the simple reason of the disjunction, simply put, destroys magic right? So it either is itself anulled by the field, being magical in nature as opposed to the field which is magic used to contain an area of magically null space, Or because it is an instant dispel, cancels the field only for said field to return almost instantly, since the field is released by the templated creature but isn't suppressed by it, meaning the creature has no direct control on it's wax and wane.
That or the natural magic holding the field at 20ft or whatever is suppressed for a blink, releasing the anti-magic area temporary and thus eliminating any bluffs or temporary spells in effect.
Simply put, the anti-magic field was never intended for use like this for a reason... (And the one reason Sorcen probably made it was to put medium level casters on their toes. And utterly obliterate epics no matter what class they may be, short of a POV monk...)
Okay,so if disjunction makes th field "blink" for a moment or so, wouldn't that moment be enough for an epic character to get a whack in? Too bad the anti-magic field blocks out divine spells as well. Hmph. I'll have to think about this one...
Okay,so if disjunction makes th field "blink" for a moment or so, wouldn't that moment be enough for an epic character to get a whack in? Too bad the anti-magic field blocks out divine spells as well. Hmph. I'll have to think about this one...
OOC: Not really. The blink is simply the term. Since it's not a suppressable thing, and not magic, that 'blink' is all of...less than a swift action, probably as clsoe to instantanous as you'll get. Sure an epic caster might be able to do something in that time, but an epic caster can do virtually anything, if planning out right (assuming no use of DMs will). But really is amping up a quicken metamagic feat that much worth it, for somethnig thats still a chance thing?
But how big is the anti-magic field on the templated creatures?
Last I heard it was 5ft+2ft per size cat. So the medium Socks has a field 13ft in radius (Or ten by a slightly different version, that didn't use viables upto medium.)
On another note...would anyone consider helping me with the Chronicles thread? Cause I just pulled all the battles Sorcen picked up, and its currently 67 pages of editing...that's a lot. I don't think i have that much time. If I could get someone pulling battles and someone to help with the editting/formatting, I'd greatly appreciate it.
and about the anti-magic field...remember, anything goes here. So that allows Epic, meaning occasionally spells CAN bypass an anti-magic field. Bit of a suprise for Socks when that first happens, huh?
Edit: Oh BTW Gideon, would you please make a link to either the primary In Character thread or the OOC thread. That would save some time.
Nice job Larz. I just touched up a few things, but that was very nice. Just please use the present tense...all the battles do, so its easier.
But enough about that. The Turlus & Thor vs. Kyr battle is now scribed, and that is the best I can do for now.
could you take #6 or #7
Tyrion vs Septimus
or...if you want
Turlus vs Hestaby?
I'd prefer to do mine, and i've started #1 already.
As to the low Dex...have you looked into a rebuilding quest? It really helped me with my clumsy typing. Being able to reassign that useless Strength and Wisdom score (everything tells me I'm a bard) to Dexterity did wonders for typing...:D
As for my typing, it is more of low luck, since I have the Bad Luck -trait. It gives me -1 penalty to ALL of my skill and ability checks. I still have quite decent dexerity.
Actually, according to the ability test, I have these scores:
Str: 13 (+1)
Dex:15 (+2)
Con:10 (+0)
Int: 11 (+0)
Wis:15 (+2)
Cha:15 (+2)
I got the following
Str: 5 (-...3? isn't it)
Dex:16 (+3)
Con:7 (-2)
Int: 16 (+3)
Wis:14 (+2)
Cha:17 (+3)
At least I'm not a HORRIBLE bard...I just hang out behind people like you...
The Chronicles thread is looking great Gideon and Larz. Thanks for pitching in, by the way, Larz. I like the addition of Balfanor, the archdevil arena announcer. I was thinking of doing more with an announcer character but I got sidetracked with other undertakings, so thanks for doing that for me.
About the anti-magic field, Gideon has the idea, thats why I stayed out of it, and teh fact that I dont follow the rules and thereby dont know some of them.
To Gideon: I made the Tyrion vs. Septimus fight to my second post on the thread.
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Valoran Galastini, The Butcher of the Sword Coast
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Valoran is a warmage, a man who learned magic to inflict maximum pain and suffering to those around him. He weilds his magic with a precision not often seen, driving lethal spells home with the skill of a man who honestly wants all other life extinguished. About twelve years ago, he began a series of single-handed raids on settlements on the Sword Coast, leaving no survivors, only the mystery of what happened. The entire Sword Coast lived in fear that they might be next. His brutal attacks culimnated in the destruction of Neverwinter. There were no survivors.
After the destruction of the city of Neverwinter, the Seven Sisters and Elminster finally managed to track him down and corner him. He was no match for their might. His mortal remains were annihilated, destroyed beyond even the most holy of magics. But his spirit lingered on. Two days after his death, Valoran Galastini rose from the grave as a ghost, bound to complete his goal in life; to extinguish the flame of the living. The raids began again, but this time his adversaries were ready. Knowing how hard it is to keep a ghost dead, they banished him to the Nine Hells, where the devils could contain him.
It has been two years since Valoran was banished, and the Blood War hasn't been the same since. The vengeful spirit arrives at the scene of great battles, destroying indiscriminately ad generally bringing the battle to a bloody end. The devils that care about his exploits cannot stop him; the higher-ups are just happy that he's destroying the ranks of the Abyss. Valoran has now come to the highest concentration of life on this part of the plane: Sorcen's Arena. He has been spying on the goings-on for some time now, and is intruiged by personal combat, but is more interested in multiple man battles, where his powers of destruction can be revealed fully.
Possesions: Valoran's only functioning possesion (seeing as he's dead) is his Ghost Touch longbow. Should an opponent become ethereal or incorporeal to do battle with him, he also has +5 chainmail, a Keen Longsword, a Bag of Tricks, and a Bag of Devouring that he pulls over opponent's heads.
they banished him to the Nine Hells, where the demons could contain him.
Why... why did you... why did you say that even though you talked about devils as Baator's inhabitants later in his background?
Like the character though...should be interesting.
And quite simply it's this: Magical combat is either only equal against another mage in which case you get something like a game of M:TG, or the wet squelch of a 'proper' warrior getting overwhelmed with a one hit wonder. In this kind of RP the fighter types has better chances, since its judge-decided but the point stands, unless you get a guy like Socks, in a real fight mages make for short one-or two flash combats.
Close-range combats now... its a know fact two fighters of good skill and varying styles make for crowd-pleasers...)
Caben vs Syra
Syra steps out of Sorcen's shadow. This time, she casts a shadow of her own.
"You called?"
OOC: Sorry Kaizer but your absence was holding up the arena so we went ahead and judged the Caben vs Turlus match and found Gideon/Caben to be the winner. So this frees up Caben to battle Syra and allows for the terrain shifting Gideon PMed me about and the judges discussed and liked the idea. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen smiles at Syra, "Actually I was just about to, You get to fight Caben next if You'd like. Just let me end this match and have Caben healed." Sorcen waves his hand and both current combatants freeze in place, Turlus is healed and teleported to the sidelines, while Caben is healed to his former appearance and is unfrozen and informed of his next match.
Turlus hears these words in his head, "You have improved much and we are grateful for it. Perhaps next match you will do even better, for now though, rest up and we will let know when we have another match open for you."
Caben hears this in his head, "You have been declared teh winner of your previous match. This being wishes to fight and we believe this new terrain will help bring more of your powers into play."
Sorcen then waves his hand over the arena again and the terrain shifts, OOC: I'll let Gideon describe the new terrain since he knows exactly what it is. :OOC
As he freezes, Caben Duur struggles against the magic, and his force of will holds off the spell for a mere second. In that time, he gestures wildly, and Turlus's bones grow and expand, ripping his body apart as his bones rip through muscle, skin, and veins. Turlus collapses to the ground, his last breath rushing from his mouth. Caben Duur draws breath, sucking Turlus's life force into his own body. The blood mage's wounds close even before Sorcen's magic has begun.
Ahh...so sweet! I had forgotten what that tasted like.
OOC:This act done with Sorcen's permission via PM. Turlus was cloned for the dragon quest, so it's okay. To anyone else killed by Caben Duur, you'll be rezzed, so don't worry.
BIC:
Sorcen waves his hand, and the arena floor splits open. Tall, twisting structures of metal rise from the gaping earth, casting menacing shadows over the entire battlefield. Blood drips from the walls of the citadel, pooling on the ground. Corpses litter the arena, and a palpable darkness shrouds the entire scene. Both combatants lose sight of each other in the labirynth of the city.
Caben Duur looks around, taking in his surroundings.
I see...darkness for the shadowmancer, and death for me. I approve. Now...let's begin this.
So saying, he draws two more daggers from somewhere within his cloak and begins to stalk warily about the dark alleys.
((Do we just start? Does someone say go? I'm gonna go off the assumption that we just have at it, so I'll begin.))
Syra leaps lightly into the arena floor, landing gracefully. With an idle wave of her hand, her shadow pulls itself out of the ground.
"Shadowguard, SEEK."
The shadow flattens against the ground, then streaks off, seeking Caben Duur. Syra herself melds into the shadows nearby, and her voice echoes from every dark corner.
"One cannot hide from the hidden."
She laughs, mockingly.
Caben Duur is lost. He has wandered through so many allies that he can no longer see the arena around him. Darkness shrouds him, and he runs from street to street, trying to keep in the lightest areas. Not from fear of the light, for Caben Duur is a creature of the darkness...but from the knowledge that in the dark somewhere is a yet untested foe. And Caben Duur does not like suprises. But try though he might, he cannot locate Syra.
Then he sees movement beside him. Striking out, his blades find Syra's shadowgaurd, tearing into its shadowy substance and rending it in two. The creature melts back into the shadows, and Caben Duur spins around, searching the shadows for any sign of movement.
((Oh, that was a bad plan))
From out the shadows steps the Shadowguard, newly whole. It gives an unearthly wail, then waves its hand. Grasping shadows reach up to grab Caben, trying to pin him down and chill him to the core.
Syra's voice echoes mockingly from the shadows.
"Come on, Blood Magus. I expected better from an esteemed finger-waggler like yourself. Surely, surely you can do better. But, I suppose you like playing with my pets."
A piece of shadow detaches itself in the form of a towering dragon.
"Brinlinikovan, my shadow-puppet. He used to be a dragon, but he offered his shadow's services to me, should I need it. I think you'll find shadow frost to be a bit too cold for your liking."
The dragon shadow roars, and spews fourth a gout of icy darkness.
Finger-waggler? Mortal, I was eons old when you were but a thought. Do not mock me. As for expecting more...
As the dragons breath engulfs him (seem familiar, anyone?), Caben Duur breaks free of his shadowy constraints, andstrikes with both daggers, slashing two horizontal wounds in his own chest. His blood coats his daggers and drips on the alley, and then rises up again, engulfing the shadow-dragon and slamming it down against the ground.
Cold does not affect me, mortal. I was imprisoned for most of existance in a world where this would have thawed the entire plane. This is nothing. Now, are you going to show yourself, or do I have to resort to more...violent measures? You'll find I'm far from a finger-waggler...and it will cost you dearly.
Syra laughs, mocking Caben. She laughs with the confidence and assuredness of easy victory, laughs like Caben is nothing, no one. His ire begins to raise.
Until he realizes the darkness is solidifying. Already, it's getting hard to breathe, and movement is as if you walk through molasses.
"Oh Shadowguard."
The shadowguard pulls the two daggers on its person, and hurls them at Caben. Somewhere during their scything journey through the air, they split into many.
"Shadows aren't just my power. They're my friends. You were a fool to challenge me here."
With that, the shadows NOT attacking Caben at the moment converge, leaving the rest of the arena well lit. Standing there is Syra, looking like a blot of nonexistence, shadows wrapped protectively around her. She smiles menacingly.
"Shall we dance, then?"
Caben Duur merely laughs at the shadowmancer's antics. The lack of air doesn't seem to bother him at all. He stands motionless before his opponents attack. The blades slash through him, the shadows tear at his flesh, and he falls back, his blood soaking the arena floor. But he rises almost instantly, his eyes once more burning a vivid green. His skin and arms begin to glow with the same eerie light, and livid green blood bursts from his body. The shadows surrounding him begin to melt and fade away before this onslaught of malevolent light, leaving nothing behind. Caben Duur turns to face his shrouded foe.
And you were foolish to challenge me at all. Let us begin the dance! And you will learn: shadows may be your friends, but blood is my slave!
Caben Duur barely moves, but Syra notices something is wrong. Some inexplicable power is constricting her body, and motion is becoming much more difficult. Bood rushes to her head, clouding her mind, and her pulse drops rapidly downward. Caben Duur looks at her almost pityingly.
You have merely seconds before that spell reaches your heart. Unless you drain all of you own blood, or course. But I doubt you could survive that.
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Syra smiles back.
"Who says I need to stay alive to fight? SHADOWGUARD!"
Syra's shadowguard streaks into her body, and they meld together. Now it is impossible to tell Syra apart from the shadows surrounding her.
"I can become shadow, as I thought my earlier demonstration should have told you. Maybe you're just a slow learner."
The shadows surrounding Syra whirl, and the air near Caben, still covered in darkness, is almost completely solid. Moving is difficult, let alone spellcasting or speaking.
"If you want to dance, how about the Tango?"
The shadows streak out to cover the arena once again, but are no longer in their natural positions, maintaining their presence near Syra and Caben. The woman herself is nowhere to be seen.
"If you like your blood so much, allow me to have some fun with it. It's only fair, given that you've played with my Shadowguard."
Indistinguishable from the other shadows, Syra streaks THROUGH Caben, bringing chill beyond that of even the coldest plane in the multiverse ((I'm sorry, but you just had living darkness streak through your body, mind, and soul, it's gonna be cold)), bringing a huge stream of blood with it. Wasting no time, the blood converts to shadow, and forms into a barely-visible, towering form.
"Not as good as the real thing, I'll admit, but still fun."
The shadow-Tarrasque charges.
Caben Duur falls to the arena floor, blood pouring out of his chest. Taking advantage of this moment of helplessness, the dark tarrasque strikes. As the shadow creature attacks, Caben Duur simply engulfs it, his form flowing into a crimson liquid, which absorbs the creature. The blood magus stands again, revitalized by his victim's life.
That was foolish...did you think something formed of my own blood had any chance against me? But you are a challenging opponent. I haven't enjoyed a battle this much in centuries.
Caben Duur raises his hands, and the ground beneath the arena splits open. A infernal glow rushes up, a brilliant orange pillar of magma, which catches the shadows, tearing through them. Targetting the shadows that recently rent his body apart, the blood mage directs the molten stone straight into his opponent. Heat roils out in waves, cracking the ground and melting through the metal of the surrounding buildings, and the glowing light overpowers the surrounding shadows for an instant, stripping them down to nothing. In that fraction of a second, Caben Duur spins around, trying to catch a glimpse of his elusive foe.
The earth bleeds too, little shadowmancer.
OOC: This is an enjoyable battle. But I've found a problem...I can't actually hurt shadows that badly with Caben Duur. So his other power may begin to show themselves. And about the chilling the body/soul thing...that actually wouldn't affect him to much. Remind me to send you his backstory after this battle...you'll see why.
And I apologize, but this weekend I won't be posting much, if at all. Band and AP classes/tests are eating away my free time this week.
Syra chuckles.
From right behind Caben
The shadowmancer steps out of the blood magus's shadow, and waves her hand again (Yay for no verbal components EVER). Caben's own shadow expands immensely, covering the arena floor in darkness once again. As it reaches the magma, the molten rock simply ceases to exist. With the natural shadows returning, Caben's snaps into place. But, even as he turns to face her, Syra is once again gone, melded into shadow.
"Magma. How quaint. It would seem I've underestimated you slightly, Caben Duur. Allow me to rectify my mistake."
Syra manifests, a black streak against the night-black dark. She raises her hands high, and EVERY shadow in the arena, whether from audience, judge, or structure, flies from its owner to her, covering her in a cloak of darkness. Even the arena's shadows recede, pulled into the shadowmancer. She looms, impossibly tall, an imposing figure of shadow. Her voice booms across the floor.
"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt."
Icy tendrils whip out towards Caben, impossibly thin and deadly sharp
"Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt."
Streaks of darkness, blots of nonexistence, streak to confine the bloodmage in a ten by ten by ten square
"It lurks behind stars and under hills."
The walls tighten as shadow ribbons slash through it, seeking the target within
"And empty holes it fills."
The imposing figure is shrinking as its darkness siphons away, absorbed into Caben's ever-shrinking prison.
"It comes first and follows after."
The walls gain a blackness so dark, so absolute that looking at them is like staring into an infinite void
"Ends life, kills laughter."
Caben can feel it, can feel the air of his prison being drawn into the wall. The darkness is an all-consuming void.
"It's darkness, Caben. The multiverse began in it. It's only fitting that it be your end."
"Shadow Void!"
The walls crush inward, then vanish, leaving exactly nothing where Caben Duur once stood.
"Checkmate."
((Feel free to escape somehow, but don't be popping out of Syra's chest. She has no blood at the moment. If you want me to edit it, please, just ask.))
OOC: Ahhh...backstoryriffic, to quote OOTS...and no, I didn't make this up just to stop your move, I actually already had this approximately typed up...it just so worked nicely. FPRIVATE "TYPE=PICT;ALT="
BIC:
Silence fills the arena; the audience watches in horror as the void closes on Caben Duur. It engulfs the blood mage, constricting tighter and tighter, squeezing him from existence itself. And then he is gone...but something remains. Some indefinable spiritual presence lurks in the darkness of the void; a nameless, eyeless menace. Yet every member of the audience can sense a deep, penetrating gaze stripping them down to their very soul. The entity does not seem to move, or speak, but Syra is vaguely aware of some intangible presence…her thoughts seem deep, calming, resonant, yet forceful and unyielding; and they are not her own…
Caben Duur speaks through the void itself, echoing through every mind of every creature on every plane…
NO!
…you will not destroy me so easily, mortal…my soul did not reside in that shell…
…but I had planned to use that body…
…meddlesome fool…you try my patience. But we have time yet before the end.
…Let me tell you a story…
What you say is true. The void came before the world, but you do not possess the whole story. I do. I was there.
There are two darks...the Dark, and the Void. One the protector, the other the destroyer. The darkness began existence, and was the twilight barrier between the world and the void. Guarded by Orthos, the Sovereign of the Howling Dark, it kept the nothingness from consuming reality. As long as it held, the universe would remain.
But at the creation, the dark powers struck out at existence. And they almost succeeded. Had not Orthos stayed their hand, they certainly would have succeeded. As it was, the destruction was enormous, and Orthos knew that it could repel them forever. Its powers waned every day, had days existed then. It was failing.
But not all was lost. The dead cried for vengeance, and the netherworld was not yet formed. The dead had nowhere to go, and the void slowly twisted and warped their spirits into things of madness and rage. But the spirit is strong. It does not give up. From the broken and bloody bodies of the slain sprang an entity of malice and vengeance, driven by the rage of the dead. This entity threw itself against the void, gaining power with each life snuffed out by the dark forces. After eons of devastation, it drove them back, trapping them within the void itself.
And there it should have ended. Orthos guarded existence once more, the dark powers were bound, and the spirit entity was fading and weakening as the component spirits forgot their boundless rage. The holes in reality were healing, and all seemed perfect once more.
But the universe had been shattered, and evil had leaked through from the void. The first act of violence in the universe, a child dying at her own father’s hands, burned white hot sparks into the fading being. A new spirit, fueled by revenge, joined the being, and a wave of emotion flooded through it. The spirits, reminded of their own torment, magnified the feeling ten-fold. The entity awoke…and hungered. The fight against the void had corrupted the composite being. The carnage was terrible. The spirits demanded more pain, more suffering. And the entity provided. The dead numbered in the thousands.
Orthos was outraged. It exiled the spirit from reality, binding it within the void. This immense expenditure of power left Orthos drained, a mere shell of its former self, and Orthos became what he is today: a vestige, with only a fragment of its original power. But it was successful. The spirit was gone. No suffering could reach it there. For centuries upon centuries, millennia upon millennia, the being brooded, fading and weakening with every passing second.
Until now. A hobgoblin binder and blood mage by the name of Udvar Hett had discovered the existence of the entity in his talks with Orthos’s essence. Its powers entranced him, and he attempted to summon it to him. He succeeded. But he realized that it was almost powerless, weakened beyond belief from its exile. He offered a blood sacrifice: his pain would awaken the spirit, which in turn would grant him power. The spirit agreed.
Hett summoned the entity, and slashed deeply into his palms. His pain did nothing to awaken the spirit. A stronger bond was needed. But Hett went to far. He saw a chance to control an entity of untold power, and in trying, he sealed his fate. Hett created the strongest bond he knew: using a variation of a binder spell for harming vestiges, he managed to cut into the entities spirit-flesh, and exchanged his blood with its essence.
But the spirit’s will was too much for the mortal to control. The entity seized Udvar Hett’s soul, and crushed it mercilessly. It chose a name for itself, one of the old language, suiting its beginnings and foretelling the carnage its reappearance would bring…
Vengeful Blood...Caben Duur...
The darkness that is Caben Duur splinters apart, arching about the city, flowing through the streets, and sinking viscously though the mouths of the corpses scattering the city. The dead rise to their feet, pulling themselves grotesquely forward, and fill the city streets with their mangled bodies. A thousand ruined and discordant voices cry out with a sound like a dying wail…
Come, mortal! Your last dance is beginning!
Syra gives a girlish pout.
"Great. Now I need to kill ALL of him. Let's make this convienient, shall we?"
The individual shadows rise up to consume the various Cabens, and they re-appear inside the Arena proper.
"You, sir, are entirely too inconvienient to kill. Let's have YOU do it."
The Caben shadows pull themselves from the ground and flock to Syra. They form into ranks.
"Face yourself!"
The shadow-Caben's charge.
((They're JUST like Caben. The only catch is that each one is half of it's owner. So, each one is half of one Caben zombie thing. But, they know his thoughts, his tactics, his memories, everything. They KNOW Caben, and therefore will be much harder to kill))
In the meantime, Syra's shadowguard rises, huge and terrible, like the dark giant Syra was moments before.
"Shadowguard, DESTROY!"
The shadow giant moves in to do battle.
The hordes of decaying corpses meet the charge head-to-head. Clawed and skeletal limbs rip into shadow and flesh alike as the legions clash. Shadowflesh and human bones fly into the air, tore apart by the brutal combat. And through it all, the towering form of Syra's shadowguard cyclones through its foes, scattering them and knocking the m to pieces.
But the battle is distinctly one sided. The shadows are powerful and feral, but the animate dead work with a dreadful efficiency, each operating as part of a much larger whole. Together, they form a brutally effective force, and the darkness falls before them. The decimated shadows flow and melt, and are absorbed by their destroyers. And the dead grow stronger. Soon it becomes obvious...while numerous sundered corpses litter the arena, the shadows are quickly fading.
OOC: It aren't actually multiple Cabens...each is a seperate spirit, so they don't know his thoughts and plans. Together, they are Caben Duur, but a simple shadow conjuration cannot duplicate the powers that make up his conciousness.
((Okay, but the Shadowguard is still there to kick ass and take names))
The shadowguard wades into the unholy horde, scattering the dead with swipes of its hands and sending shards of shadow at any who flee. The monstrous shadow seems indomitable.
"Come and plaaaaaaaay Caben. The dead make poor soldiers."
Syra once again gathers all non-shadowguard shadows to her, and becomes a speck of nonexistence against the arena floor.
"Allow me to enliven this little party with my Zoo."
The shadows streak from Syra, forming innumerable monsters, great and small, which howl as one, an unearthly cry, and charge into the fray.
((Yeah. This is every monster in every monster manual ever published, plus a few from Libris Mortis and the Book of Exalted deeds, each one using its powers at half strength. Still, half of the Tarrasque is a lot, not to mention all the others.))
Syra's army breaks the line of dead, brushing them aside like so much dead wood. Broken corpses fall to the ground, the spirits fleeing from the shattered shells. Blood seeps onto the arena floor as the abandoned corpses begin to bleed. As one, they begin to cough up blood. In torrents. In cascades. And they do not stop.
Wave after wave of crimson fluid crashes to the ground, flooding the entire arena. A great tidal wave of frothing blood sweeps over the city, ripping up buildings and shattering cobblestones with its raw power. Those of Syra's legions that could survive breathing in only blood are slain almost instantly by the force of the impact. The shadowguard lasts only seconds longer before being rent asunder and sucked into the swirling red maelstrom.
Then a form rises from the ocean of blood. Towering above the audience, even above the stands, its takes the vague, shifting, fluid shape of a twisted and demonic humanoid. Green and black light glows where its eyeless sockets should be, and dark and malevolent energy courses through the entity.
A massive hand slowly emerges from the amorphous chaos. Great claws of steel, fragments of the ruined city, jut from the imposing fist. And in its grasp is a tiny figure...Syra.
I grow tired of this charade. You have thrown legions against me many times, and they have all failed. Do you possess only one trick? Can you do nothing for your own?
No matter. It will soon be over. You were a worthy foe.
...for the first time in millennia, I almost mourn your passing...
The massive hand begins to constrict, crushing Syra's life and spirit within its grasp.
Syra coughs her mockery through the attack.
"One...trick? You dissapoint...me, Caben. I...thought you...were...smarter than that."
Syra smiles weakly, then MELDS with the physical form of Caben. He can hear her laughter in his head, though she makes no attempt to impose her will on his mind.
"The wonderful thing about shadows is everyone has one, and everyone can be one. Well, Caben, we seem to be stalemated. I can't kill you, and you can't finish me. I propose a draw."
The laughter resounds in the arena, mocking everyone and no one.
"Unless you care to fight for the rest of forever?"
Caben Duur pauses for a moment, and then the bloody titan flows back into the crimson sea as his consciousness departs. Syra is jolted back into the real world as her host vanishes, and she feels an uncomfortable feeling as a powerful presence enters her body.
Caben Duur's voice booms from her mouth.
Well spoken...I must agree. I can destroy all you summon, but I cannot destroy you. I will no longer strive to slay you...you have proved yourself my equal...for now.
But just imagine...I am a being of the darkness, you command the shadows...you are flesh and bone, and I am their master. Together, none could oppose us!
What do you say?
Syra pauses.
"I'll consider it. Well fought, Caben Duur."
Syra feels the presence leaving her body, and barely manages to catch the faint whisper before Caben Duur leaves the arena.
To you as well. Well fought.
And you owe me a body...
And then he is gone.
"You called?"
OOC: Sorry Kaizer but your absence was holding up the arena so we went ahead and judged the Caben vs Turlus match and found Gideon/Caben to be the winner. So this frees up Caben to battle Syra and allows for the terrain shifting Gideon PMed me about and the judges discussed and liked the idea. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen smiles at Syra, "Actually I was just about to, You get to fight Caben next if You'd like. Just let me end this match and have Caben healed." Sorcen waves his hand and both current combatants freeze in place, Turlus is healed and teleported to the sidelines, while Caben is healed to his former appearance and is unfrozen and informed of his next match.
Turlus hears these words in his head, "You have improved much and we are grateful for it. Perhaps next match you will do even better, for now though, rest up and we will let know when we have another match open for you."
Caben hears this in his head, "You have been declared teh winner of your previous match. This being wishes to fight and we believe this new terrain will help bring more of your powers into play."
Sorcen then waves his hand over the arena again and the terrain shifts, OOC: I'll let Gideon describe the new terrain since he knows exactly what it is. :OOC
As he freezes, Caben Duur struggles against the magic, and his force of will holds off the spell for a mere second. In that time, he gestures wildly, and Turlus's bones grow and expand, ripping his body apart as his bones rip through muscle, skin, and veins. Turlus collapses to the ground, his last breath rushing from his mouth. Caben Duur draws breath, sucking Turlus's life force into his own body. The blood mage's wounds close even before Sorcen's magic has begun.
Ahh...so sweet! I had forgotten what that tasted like.
OOC:This act done with Sorcen's permission via PM. Turlus was cloned for the dragon quest, so it's okay. To anyone else killed by Caben Duur, you'll be rezzed, so don't worry.
BIC:
Sorcen waves his hand, and the arena floor splits open. Tall, twisting structures of metal rise from the gaping earth, casting menacing shadows over the entire battlefield. Blood drips from the walls of the citadel, pooling on the ground. Corpses litter the arena, and a palpable darkness shrouds the entire scene. Both combatants lose sight of each other in the labirynth of the city.
Caben Duur looks around, taking in his surroundings.
I see...darkness for the shadowmancer, and death for me. I approve. Now...let's begin this.
So saying, he draws two more daggers from somewhere within his cloak and begins to stalk warily about the dark alleys.
((Do we just start? Does someone say go? I'm gonna go off the assumption that we just have at it, so I'll begin.))
Syra leaps lightly into the arena floor, landing gracefully. With an idle wave of her hand, her shadow pulls itself out of the ground.
"Shadowguard, SEEK."
The shadow flattens against the ground, then streaks off, seeking Caben Duur. Syra herself melds into the shadows nearby, and her voice echoes from every dark corner.
"One cannot hide from the hidden."
She laughs, mockingly.
Caben Duur is lost. He has wandered through so many allies that he can no longer see the arena around him. Darkness shrouds him, and he runs from street to street, trying to keep in the lightest areas. Not from fear of the light, for Caben Duur is a creature of the darkness...but from the knowledge that in the dark somewhere is a yet untested foe. And Caben Duur does not like suprises. But try though he might, he cannot locate Syra.
Then he sees movement beside him. Striking out, his blades find Syra's shadowgaurd, tearing into its shadowy substance and rending it in two. The creature melts back into the shadows, and Caben Duur spins around, searching the shadows for any sign of movement.
((Oh, that was a bad plan))
From out the shadows steps the Shadowguard, newly whole. It gives an unearthly wail, then waves its hand. Grasping shadows reach up to grab Caben, trying to pin him down and chill him to the core.
Syra's voice echoes mockingly from the shadows.
"Come on, Blood Magus. I expected better from an esteemed finger-waggler like yourself. Surely, surely you can do better. But, I suppose you like playing with my pets."
A piece of shadow detaches itself in the form of a towering dragon.
"Brinlinikovan, my shadow-puppet. He used to be a dragon, but he offered his shadow's services to me, should I need it. I think you'll find shadow frost to be a bit too cold for your liking."
The dragon shadow roars, and spews fourth a gout of icy darkness.
Finger-waggler? Mortal, I was eons old when you were but a thought. Do not mock me. As for expecting more...
As the dragons breath engulfs him (seem familiar, anyone?), Caben Duur breaks free of his shadowy constraints, andstrikes with both daggers, slashing two horizontal wounds in his own chest. His blood coats his daggers and drips on the alley, and then rises up again, engulfing the shadow-dragon and slamming it down against the ground.
Cold does not affect me, mortal. I was imprisoned for most of existance in a world where this would have thawed the entire plane. This is nothing. Now, are you going to show yourself, or do I have to resort to more...violent measures? You'll find I'm far from a finger-waggler...and it will cost you dearly.
Syra laughs, mocking Caben. She laughs with the confidence and assuredness of easy victory, laughs like Caben is nothing, no one. His ire begins to raise.
Until he realizes the darkness is solidifying. Already, it's getting hard to breathe, and movement is as if you walk through molasses.
"Oh Shadowguard."
The shadowguard pulls the two daggers on its person, and hurls them at Caben. Somewhere during their scything journey through the air, they split into many.
"Shadows aren't just my power. They're my friends. You were a fool to challenge me here."
With that, the shadows NOT attacking Caben at the moment converge, leaving the rest of the arena well lit. Standing there is Syra, looking like a blot of nonexistence, shadows wrapped protectively around her. She smiles menacingly.
"Shall we dance, then?"
Caben Duur merely laughs at the shadowmancer's antics. The lack of air doesn't seem to bother him at all. He stands motionless before his opponents attack. The blades slash through him, the shadows tear at his flesh, and he falls back, his blood soaking the arena floor. But he rises almost instantly, his eyes once more burning a vivid green. His skin and arms begin to glow with the same eerie light, and livid green blood bursts from his body. The shadows surrounding him begin to melt and fade away before this onslaught of malevolent light, leaving nothing behind. Caben Duur turns to face his shrouded foe.
And you were foolish to challenge me at all. Let us begin the dance! And you will learn: shadows may be your friends, but blood is my slave!
Caben Duur barely moves, but Syra notices something is wrong. Some inexplicable power is constricting her body, and motion is becoming much more difficult. Bood rushes to her head, clouding her mind, and her pulse drops rapidly downward. Caben Duur looks at her almost pityingly.
You have merely seconds before that spell reaches your heart. Unless you drain all of you own blood, or course. But I doubt you could survive that.
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Syra smiles back.
"Who says I need to stay alive to fight? SHADOWGUARD!"
Syra's shadowguard streaks into her body, and they meld together. Now it is impossible to tell Syra apart from the shadows surrounding her.
"I can become shadow, as I thought my earlier demonstration should have told you. Maybe you're just a slow learner."
The shadows surrounding Syra whirl, and the air near Caben, still covered in darkness, is almost completely solid. Moving is difficult, let alone spellcasting or speaking.
"If you want to dance, how about the Tango?"
The shadows streak out to cover the arena once again, but are no longer in their natural positions, maintaining their presence near Syra and Caben. The woman herself is nowhere to be seen.
"If you like your blood so much, allow me to have some fun with it. It's only fair, given that you've played with my Shadowguard."
Indistinguishable from the other shadows, Syra streaks THROUGH Caben, bringing chill beyond that of even the coldest plane in the multiverse ((I'm sorry, but you just had living darkness streak through your body, mind, and soul, it's gonna be cold)), bringing a huge stream of blood with it. Wasting no time, the blood converts to shadow, and forms into a barely-visible, towering form.
"Not as good as the real thing, I'll admit, but still fun."
The shadow-Tarrasque charges.
Caben Duur falls to the arena floor, blood pouring out of his chest. Taking advantage of this moment of helplessness, the dark tarrasque strikes. As the shadow creature attacks, Caben Duur simply engulfs it, his form flowing into a crimson liquid, which absorbs the creature. The blood magus stands again, revitalized by his victim's life.
That was foolish...did you think something formed of my own blood had any chance against me? But you are a challenging opponent. I haven't enjoyed a battle this much in centuries.
Caben Duur raises his hands, and the ground beneath the arena splits open. A infernal glow rushes up, a brilliant orange pillar of magma, which catches the shadows, tearing through them. Targetting the shadows that recently rent his body apart, the blood mage directs the molten stone straight into his opponent. Heat roils out in waves, cracking the ground and melting through the metal of the surrounding buildings, and the glowing light overpowers the surrounding shadows for an instant, stripping them down to nothing. In that fraction of a second, Caben Duur spins around, trying to catch a glimpse of his elusive foe.
The earth bleeds too, little shadowmancer.
OOC: This is an enjoyable battle. But I've found a problem...I can't actually hurt shadows that badly with Caben Duur. So his other power may begin to show themselves. And about the chilling the body/soul thing...that actually wouldn't affect him to much. Remind me to send you his backstory after this battle...you'll see why.
And I apologize, but this weekend I won't be posting much, if at all. Band and AP classes/tests are eating away my free time this week.
Syra chuckles.
From right behind Caben
The shadowmancer steps out of the blood magus's shadow, and waves her hand again (Yay for no verbal components EVER). Caben's own shadow expands immensely, covering the arena floor in darkness once again. As it reaches the magma, the molten rock simply ceases to exist. With the natural shadows returning, Caben's snaps into place. But, even as he turns to face her, Syra is once again gone, melded into shadow.
"Magma. How quaint. It would seem I've underestimated you slightly, Caben Duur. Allow me to rectify my mistake."
Syra manifests, a black streak against the night-black dark. She raises her hands high, and EVERY shadow in the arena, whether from audience, judge, or structure, flies from its owner to her, covering her in a cloak of darkness. Even the arena's shadows recede, pulled into the shadowmancer. She looms, impossibly tall, an imposing figure of shadow. Her voice booms across the floor.
"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt."
Icy tendrils whip out towards Caben, impossibly thin and deadly sharp
"Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt."
Streaks of darkness, blots of nonexistence, streak to confine the bloodmage in a ten by ten by ten square
"It lurks behind stars and under hills."
The walls tighten as shadow ribbons slash through it, seeking the target within
"And empty holes it fills."
The imposing figure is shrinking as its darkness siphons away, absorbed into Caben's ever-shrinking prison.
"It comes first and follows after."
The walls gain a blackness so dark, so absolute that looking at them is like staring into an infinite void
"Ends life, kills laughter."
Caben can feel it, can feel the air of his prison being drawn into the wall. The darkness is an all-consuming void.
"It's darkness, Caben. The multiverse began in it. It's only fitting that it be your end."
"Shadow Void!"
The walls crush inward, then vanish, leaving exactly nothing where Caben Duur once stood.
"Checkmate."
((Feel free to escape somehow, but don't be popping out of Syra's chest. She has no blood at the moment. If you want me to edit it, please, just ask.))
OOC: Ahhh...backstoryriffic, to quote OOTS...and no, I didn't make this up just to stop your move, I actually already had this approximately typed up...it just so worked nicely. FPRIVATE "TYPE=PICT;ALT="
BIC:
Silence fills the arena; the audience watches in horror as the void closes on Caben Duur. It engulfs the blood mage, constricting tighter and tighter, squeezing him from existence itself. And then he is gone...but something remains. Some indefinable spiritual presence lurks in the darkness of the void; a nameless, eyeless menace. Yet every member of the audience can sense a deep, penetrating gaze stripping them down to their very soul. The entity does not seem to move, or speak, but Syra is vaguely aware of some intangible presence…her thoughts seem deep, calming, resonant, yet forceful and unyielding; and they are not her own…
Caben Duur speaks through the void itself, echoing through every mind of every creature on every plane…
NO!
…you will not destroy me so easily, mortal…my soul did not reside in that shell…
…but I had planned to use that body…
…meddlesome fool…you try my patience. But we have time yet before the end.
…Let me tell you a story…
What you say is true. The void came before the world, but you do not possess the whole story. I do. I was there.
There are two darks...the Dark, and the Void. One the protector, the other the destroyer. The darkness began existence, and was the twilight barrier between the world and the void. Guarded by Orthos, the Sovereign of the Howling Dark, it kept the nothingness from consuming reality. As long as it held, the universe would remain.
But at the creation, the dark powers struck out at existence. And they almost succeeded. Had not Orthos stayed their hand, they certainly would have succeeded. As it was, the destruction was enormous, and Orthos knew that it could repel them forever. Its powers waned every day, had days existed then. It was failing.
But not all was lost. The dead cried for vengeance, and the netherworld was not yet formed. The dead had nowhere to go, and the void slowly twisted and warped their spirits into things of madness and rage. But the spirit is strong. It does not give up. From the broken and bloody bodies of the slain sprang an entity of malice and vengeance, driven by the rage of the dead. This entity threw itself against the void, gaining power with each life snuffed out by the dark forces. After eons of devastation, it drove them back, trapping them within the void itself.
And there it should have ended. Orthos guarded existence once more, the dark powers were bound, and the spirit entity was fading and weakening as the component spirits forgot their boundless rage. The holes in reality were healing, and all seemed perfect once more.
But the universe had been shattered, and evil had leaked through from the void. The first act of violence in the universe, a child dying at her own father’s hands, burned white hot sparks into the fading being. A new spirit, fueled by revenge, joined the being, and a wave of emotion flooded through it. The spirits, reminded of their own torment, magnified the feeling ten-fold. The entity awoke…and hungered. The fight against the void had corrupted the composite being. The carnage was terrible. The spirits demanded more pain, more suffering. And the entity provided. The dead numbered in the thousands.
Orthos was outraged. It exiled the spirit from reality, binding it within the void. This immense expenditure of power left Orthos drained, a mere shell of its former self, and Orthos became what he is today: a vestige, with only a fragment of its original power. But it was successful. The spirit was gone. No suffering could reach it there. For centuries upon centuries, millennia upon millennia, the being brooded, fading and weakening with every passing second.
Until now. A hobgoblin binder and blood mage by the name of Udvar Hett had discovered the existence of the entity in his talks with Orthos’s essence. Its powers entranced him, and he attempted to summon it to him. He succeeded. But he realized that it was almost powerless, weakened beyond belief from its exile. He offered a blood sacrifice: his pain would awaken the spirit, which in turn would grant him power. The spirit agreed.
Hett summoned the entity, and slashed deeply into his palms. His pain did nothing to awaken the spirit. A stronger bond was needed. But Hett went to far. He saw a chance to control an entity of untold power, and in trying, he sealed his fate. Hett created the strongest bond he knew: using a variation of a binder spell for harming vestiges, he managed to cut into the entities spirit-flesh, and exchanged his blood with its essence.
But the spirit’s will was too much for the mortal to control. The entity seized Udvar Hett’s soul, and crushed it mercilessly. It chose a name for itself, one of the old language, suiting its beginnings and foretelling the carnage its reappearance would bring…
Vengeful Blood...Caben Duur...
The darkness that is Caben Duur splinters apart, arching about the city, flowing through the streets, and sinking viscously though the mouths of the corpses scattering the city. The dead rise to their feet, pulling themselves grotesquely forward, and fill the city streets with their mangled bodies. A thousand ruined and discordant voices cry out with a sound like a dying wail…
Come, mortal! Your last dance is beginning!
Syra gives a girlish pout.
"Great. Now I need to kill ALL of him. Let's make this convienient, shall we?"
The individual shadows rise up to consume the various Cabens, and they re-appear inside the Arena proper.
"You, sir, are entirely too inconvienient to kill. Let's have YOU do it."
The Caben shadows pull themselves from the ground and flock to Syra. They form into ranks.
"Face yourself!"
The shadow-Caben's charge.
((They're JUST like Caben. The only catch is that each one is half of it's owner. So, each one is half of one Caben zombie thing. But, they know his thoughts, his tactics, his memories, everything. They KNOW Caben, and therefore will be much harder to kill))
In the meantime, Syra's shadowguard rises, huge and terrible, like the dark giant Syra was moments before.
"Shadowguard, DESTROY!"
The shadow giant moves in to do battle.
The hordes of decaying corpses meet the charge head-to-head. Clawed and skeletal limbs rip into shadow and flesh alike as the legions clash. Shadowflesh and human bones fly into the air, tore apart by the brutal combat. And through it all, the towering form of Syra's shadowguard cyclones through its foes, scattering them and knocking the m to pieces.
But the battle is distinctly one sided. The shadows are powerful and feral, but the animate dead work with a dreadful efficiency, each operating as part of a much larger whole. Together, they form a brutally effective force, and the darkness falls before them. The decimated shadows flow and melt, and are absorbed by their destroyers. And the dead grow stronger. Soon it becomes obvious...while numerous sundered corpses litter the arena, the shadows are quickly fading.
OOC: It aren't actually multiple Cabens...each is a seperate spirit, so they don't know his thoughts and plans. Together, they are Caben Duur, but a simple shadow conjuration cannot duplicate the powers that make up his conciousness.
((Okay, but the Shadowguard is still there to kick ass and take names))
The shadowguard wades into the unholy horde, scattering the dead with swipes of its hands and sending shards of shadow at any who flee. The monstrous shadow seems indomitable.
"Come and plaaaaaaaay Caben. The dead make poor soldiers."
Syra once again gathers all non-shadowguard shadows to her, and becomes a speck of nonexistence against the arena floor.
"Allow me to enliven this little party with my Zoo."
The shadows streak from Syra, forming innumerable monsters, great and small, which howl as one, an unearthly cry, and charge into the fray.
((Yeah. This is every monster in every monster manual ever published, plus a few from Libris Mortis and the Book of Exalted deeds, each one using its powers at half strength. Still, half of the Tarrasque is a lot, not to mention all the others.))
Syra's army breaks the line of dead, brushing them aside like so much dead wood. Broken corpses fall to the ground, the spirits fleeing from the shattered shells. Blood seeps onto the arena floor as the abandoned corpses begin to bleed. As one, they begin to cough up blood. In torrents. In cascades. And they do not stop.
Wave after wave of crimson fluid crashes to the ground, flooding the entire arena. A great tidal wave of frothing blood sweeps over the city, ripping up buildings and shattering cobblestones with its raw power. Those of Syra's legions that could survive breathing in only blood are slain almost instantly by the force of the impact. The shadowguard lasts only seconds longer before being rent asunder and sucked into the swirling red maelstrom.
Then a form rises from the ocean of blood. Towering above the audience, even above the stands, its takes the vague, shifting, fluid shape of a twisted and demonic humanoid. Green and black light glows where its eyeless sockets should be, and dark and malevolent energy courses through the entity.
A massive hand slowly emerges from the amorphous chaos. Great claws of steel, fragments of the ruined city, jut from the imposing fist. And in its grasp is a tiny figure...Syra.
I grow tired of this charade. You have thrown legions against me many times, and they have all failed. Do you possess only one trick? Can you do nothing for your own?
No matter. It will soon be over. You were a worthy foe.
...for the first time in millennia, I almost mourn your passing...
The massive hand begins to constrict, crushing Syra's life and spirit within its grasp.
Syra coughs her mockery through the attack.
"One...trick? You dissapoint...me, Caben. I...thought you...were...smarter than that."
Syra smiles weakly, then MELDS with the physical form of Caben. He can hear her laughter in his head, though she makes no attempt to impose her will on his mind.
"The wonderful thing about shadows is everyone has one, and everyone can be one. Well, Caben, we seem to be stalemated. I can't kill you, and you can't finish me. I propose a draw."
The laughter resounds in the arena, mocking everyone and no one.
"Unless you care to fight for the rest of forever?"
Caben Duur pauses for a moment, and then the bloody titan flows back into the crimson sea as his consciousness departs. Syra is jolted back into the real world as her host vanishes, and she feels an uncomfortable feeling as a powerful presence enters her body.
Caben Duur's voice booms from her mouth.
Well spoken...I must agree. I can destroy all you summon, but I cannot destroy you. I will no longer strive to slay you...you have proved yourself my equal...for now.
But just imagine...I am a being of the darkness, you command the shadows...you are flesh and bone, and I am their master. Together, none could oppose us!
What do you say?
Syra pauses.
"I'll consider it. Well fought, Caben Duur."
Syra feels the presence leaving her body, and barely manages to catch the faint whisper before Caben Duur leaves the arena.
To you as well. Well fought.
And you owe me a body...
And then he is gone.
Then a single bolt of flaming purple lightning, thrown into stark contrast by the blackness, strikes downward in a crackling flash of light. The lightning strikes the stands before Sorcen, enveloping the entire judge's podium in an eerie light. The light pulses and gathers, and rises up from the stone in a burning column of fire. A figure, composed of brilliant purple fire, strides forcefully from the flaming pillar, and holds out a clenched and burning hand, before flying upward as a burning purple lightning bolt.
A single piece of parchment flutters from its clenched fist as the fist dissolves into flame. Sorcen picks it up from the stand and quietly reads the words inscribed on it. When he finishes, the parchment explodes into scraps, which turn into white swans and fly up and out of the arena.
When Sorcen next looks at his register of competitors, a new name has been added, scrawled in burning purple fire. But something is wrong. It is not the last name in the ledger...it is the first, and it is scribed in Bartelemus's own hand, although Sorcen knows the scribe never wrote those words.
The name is Ukinanni, Lady of Dreams.
and about the anti-magic field...remember, anything goes here. So that allows Epic, meaning occasionally spells CAN bypass an anti-magic field. Bit of a suprise for Socks when that first happens, huh?
Indeed. ;)
Immunity to Magic (Ex): An anti-magic creature is immune to any spell or spell-like ability that allows spell resistance. In addition, certain spells or effects function differently against the creature, as noted below.
A magical attack that deals electricity damage increases the anti-magic creatures speed as if it had been affected by the haste spell for a number of rounds equal to the spell's level.
A magical attack that deals damage to an anti-magic creature heals an anti-magic creature of an amount of damage equal to half the damage that the spell would normally have caused.
Gess you guys missed that detail the anti magic feild just hurts your magic idems... :D Sorry I hate spell casters They break the game at epic levels. The anit magic template is a god send to me. Come on guys can't you becreative and rollplay without spells? Do you realy need to reliy on magic that much. Lossen up a bit:D
Oh and Socks is the Magic hater that BlackEnd's charactor was talking about.
Nothing against the character or you in any way, just explaining the situation.
Oh and Kronos how do you intend to grab Socks he is spinnig faster than a Helocopter. I'm not saying you can't I just want a good expanation how .But I do understand your point.
As for spellcasters at epic... game breakers yes, but AMF-creature is death for martial classes too...
One phase: 'AMF mature adult dragon' AKA nign-on invincible pre-epic Vs adventurers. I kid you not, DR 10/ magic, plus no magic to fight it... Post epic you get the older dragons who get DR15 and DR20... They pretty much get invincibility Vs anything smaller than them.
I really do think the idea is good, but as you may have guessed in practice I don't think it can ever really work in-game... Since Magic users can do-over a AMF-creature with imagination, while martial PCs are wupped double-hard.
In RP...It sounds good, until you remember without magic...cool martial art effects don't work anymore, their either monk-likes training or 'the one(baby godmodding)'.
And yes It would be all Monk training (Socks trained In the enlemental plain of Air and that is why he flies with perfict menoverblity and can do the tornado thing like an Air Elemntal)
So I wanted the Mages to think out side the box, like how will they face a something they can't use magic against thats all I ment no offence if any was taken.
Also I never sead, Nothing can counter an Anitmagic feild. If you look back I posted how to Bipass it. It's just a pain in the tush (and the head if you think up a imagnive way to beat it)
Lets just end this Conversation It ain't going anywere.
Here equally magic can beat Socks, by the rules of the game, no extra RP magic for its sake. Just about four spells put together.
And air elementals fly by their natures. The plane has nothing to do with it other than being the source of that nature so technically Socks hits the floor...
But the orb still doesn't work if they have attention spans... (You can tell I like having the last word...)
Well...Caben, Revlis, Kyle, Norubunga (what is his name?), Socks, Larz's Demon (name??...Drazg? not sure off the top of my head)...all of these and more use martial stuff quite often, some exclusively.
But I do understand your point.
Once again, you say that he is a demon. He is a DEVIL! A Cornugon! HORNED DEVIL, NOT HORNED DEMON... calming down, calming down... sorry about that. But please, Gideon, try to rembember that. And he is Darshg. There's no z in his name.
Sorry to offend you.
Anyway, I agree with Skydragonslayer. Let's end this arguement. For the sake of the thread, unless Sorcen interjects his opinion, I say it can't be stopped, but exceptionally powerful magic can overcome it. That way, Socks stands a chance, and so does any mage he fights against. Just pick when it works and when it doesn't. We're responsible people---act wisely.
Cause Sky...saying magic won't work on him comes dangerously close to affecting the mage's FOD...and saying it does affects your FOD. Therefore, I think a compromise is in order. Sometimes have the field fail...and sometimes let your opponent decide if something would go through. That way we get the best of two worlds. Your defense is still effective, but occasionally they can get something through.
Just my 2cp.
-Gideon
Wow cool, I just got post number 666!
“We did six records, then six movies. Now we need to do six of something else, so we get 666 - and then our master Satan can return!”
~Cheech Marin
^Thats the only 666 quote I found and the author of it is worthy of posting it here.
Still, as the mastermind behind this arena, I guess you're entitled. :D
And you missed your cue! Post #666 in a thread about hell! Say something devilish!
, I'll edit it in there when I think of something truly diabolical.Dont feel left out, you managed to get reply 666. ;)
Not really diabolical like Sorcen wanted but it's as close as I can come. But I think my brain is broke for the rest of today. Plus I just felt like adding my 2 cents in. Hope there's no objections.
"Sorcen? Sorcen Anenooata? Thank goodness, it is you. I need a place to hide for a little while...I heard this would be a safe place for me to lay low...could you keep me from him. My name is Kothastr-"
Suddenly, a voice from behind the demon sounds. A well built man, with crimson hair and slitted pupils, is holding the missing piece of the demon's tail.
"Don't waste your time with introductions, Kothastrat. You aren't going to be around here long enough for anyone to remember you. Now, die."
"NO! Stay away from me! How did you...?!"
The demon begins to crawl away as best he can, but the man has already lept on him and proceeds to pummel the fiend with his bare fists. The groans and cries of the demon fly as plentifully as the blood escaping from his nose and mouth, until both cease. The man continues thrashing the corpse for several moments until he realizes his opponent's state. He gives it one last good punch to make sure the demon is finished.
"Let that be a lesson to all of you: Don't mess with the Council of Wyrms! Or you'll face me, Svent, the Dragon's Hammer!"
A well-dressed man steps through the ground, staring daggers at the newcomer with red eyes that hold more malice than even devils can muster.
"That sounds like a challenge, mortal. Tell me, how will you kill that which is already dead? Sounds like it'd be a bit hard, if I were you."
The phantom laughs cruelly, his voice echoing.
"Be warned; my ghost is vengeful and retains full spellcasting ability."
((Order of the Stick FTW!))
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 154 lbs.
Alignment: LN
Occupation: Assassin/Warrior/Bodyguard/Delegate/Messenger
Background: Svent (real name Robert Berkistan) was the son of a couple of explorers who would liked to take their son on their expeditions. Unfortunately, one of their expeditions led them to discover the hoard a great wyrm black dragon...and the dragon himself. After his parents were killed and Robert was about to be dragon food, a host of dragons came and killed the renegade and saved Robert. The dragons, representatives of a group of dragons know as the Council of Wyrms, promised to raise the boy and train him how to fight, in exchnage for his undying loyalty to the Council. He agreed, and became a powerful warrior. Over time, he discovered his bloodline was full of dragons, and his patrons helped him unlock the eldritch power in his veins. Eventually, he abandoned his former life, becoming Svent, the Fist of the Council.
Description: Dispite being human, Svent looks more like a half dragon than a human, thanks to his numerous grafts. His eyes are slitted, and his skin has a silver sheen. His hair is a flaring red.
Possessions: Svent has one possession: the Heart of the Council, a throbbingly powerful artifact given to him by his dragon patrons. It gives him tremendous physical and mental boosts to himself, making him faster, stronger, tougher, and wiser than most humans, putting him on par with some of the younger dragons. However, Svent has several draconic grafts, including buffeting wings, smashing tail, gleaming scales, and glaring eyesl
"You wouldn't be the first ghost I would have to end. My heart gives me the ability to hurt your kind."
[i][color=purple]Kill the dead? Easily accomplished. Death is nothing. Death and life...are one. There is only the existance of the being. The spirits of the dead are simply...elsewhere. Find them, and you can erase them from existance.
Who are you, little ghost? And why do you seek violence?
And you, mortal...you slave away for an illusion of power. Time will pass, and the council will fall. Why do you continue? What do you hope to accomplish?[/i][/color]
Why not strive for something lasting? I could erase your council in a heartbeat...
What is it you wish for, human? Why do you struggle against the vision of eternity?[/i][/color]
With that, Svent makes his way over to the bar.
I was wondering that myself but I was thinking of grabbing his ankles for dramatic effect. I could edit my post to say his waist, If that would please you?
sorcen the web site that I created krono with shut down and didnt transfer any of the accounts, so I had to reroll up krono. I finished him if you would like to re submit the link to your first post, its compleatly up to you I do under stand that you are very busy.
That would be awesome.
three maximized meteor swarms substituted for cold damage
several maximized empowered hieghtened-to-12th-level lightning bolts
Proton torpedo and pewpew lasers, respectively.
Anyway... I was wondering if I could be allowed another character, I pretty much retired the sphere, and I was wondering if I could play a fleshwarper. Not the LM/LoM/whatever version, but a rather more interesting and even less sane version made by me. Meet John, doctor john:evillaugh
err...yeah, so sorcen, would that be ok?
Wait Kronos is 80th lvl?!?!?! I'm like only 25
Am I subosed to be higher? Or is he to hi WHATS GOING ON!!Gideon would probably be about...30? I'm not sure.
Caben Duur is beyond levels
Bartelemus is barely pushing 20
And Ukinanni...well...she doesn't even remember the days when mere numbers applied to her.
And they can all be beaten. Bartelemus could beat Caben.
It all relies on RPing. So just play well.
By the way, we have begun to judge the Socks vs Krono vs Tyrion match.
Also sorry for my absences but its been another busy weekend.
Ummm, Kronos, how did you even come out of that attack standing up? In case you didnt know, I hit you with three maximized meteor swarms substituted for cold damage since you are obviously half red dragon, followed by several maximized empowered hieghtened-to-12th-level lightning bolts, and also getting hit by a spell Tyrion made up, one which drags you underground for a while and then spits you back out, dealing tremendous damage (we're talking 80-100d6 damage here). And all you're character says is "Now that was fun!"? In my opinion, that would have at least stunned you. You may be an 80th level character, but you're not invincible.
No no, not invincable just out of sorts...kinda, Its been a long time since Krono has had a well fought battle so Instead of dicouriging(sp?) him, He's looking forward to more fight.
also my post:
Wincing as he sands up and wiping blood from his lips he smiles Now that was fun!! stoping for a moment some of krono's wounds heal and he smiles again rushing in landing an upercut to Tyrions chin knoking him to the ground a few feet away. Holding out his hand and electical missle launches its self at the weakend Tyrion and then another from his other hand and another and another untill the pain makes his whole body numb. as krono moves forward his index finger turns blacker than death knealing down and touching Tyrion, Tyrion feels light hearted and careless as his body is slowly pulled into Krono's. No fear my weak freind your pain will be gone soon and you will give me the strength to finish this game with our little friend.
I did say He winces and he stands, then he speeks, then he takes time to heal himself.
the fact that there was tromendus ammounts of pain is very obvious, and even through all of those attacks subtract ten for my damage rudection. So all in all you hit me for what 1200 1500 damage max (please correct this if im wrong) thats the most hes been hit for in a very long time, and krono dose love to fight.
Umm Lord_Bahamut It was ok to use the hand to block the rays right? I don't want to sound like I can dogde anything but most of the stuff you through my way is perty deadly.
Wait Kronos is 80th lvl?!?!?! I'm like only 25
Yeah, that's fine. I didn't really wan to kill you, just to have Socks scream in terror like a pansy. It didn't work too well. Ahem. Tyrion is only 20th, but as Gideon said, that doesn't matter. If you really want though, look at Kronos's char sheet on the earlier pages of this thread.
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Originally Posted by Lord_Bahamut
Ummm, Kronos, how did you even come out of that attack standing up? In case you didnt know, I hit you with three maximized meteor swarms substituted for cold damage since you are obviously half red dragon, followed by several maximized empowered hieghtened-to-12th-level lightning bolts, and also getting hit by a spell Tyrion made up, one which drags you underground for a while and then spits you back out, dealing tremendous damage (we're talking 80-100d6 damage here). And all you're character says is "Now that was fun!"? In my opinion, that would have at least stunned you. You may be an 80th level character, but you're not invincible.
No no, not invincable just out of sorts...kinda, Its been a long time since Krono has had a well fought battle so Instead of dicouriging(sp?) him, He's looking forward to more fight.
also my post:
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Originally Posted by kronos451
Wincing as he sands up and wiping blood from his lips he smiles Now that was fun!! stoping for a moment some of krono's wounds heal and he smiles again rushing in landing an upercut to Tyrions chin knoking him to the ground a few feet away. Holding out his hand and electical missle launches its self at the weakend Tyrion and then another from his other hand and another and another untill the pain makes his whole body numb. as krono moves forward his index finger turns blacker than death knealing down and touching Tyrion, Tyrion feels light hearted and careless as his body is slowly pulled into Krono's. No fear my weak freind your pain will be gone soon and you will give me the strength to finish this game with our little friend.
I did say He winces and he stands, then he speeks, then he takes time to heal himself.
the fact that there was tromendus ammounts of pain is very obvious, and even through all of those attacks subtract ten for my damage rudection. So all in all you hit me for what 1200 1500 damage max (please correct this if im wrong) thats the most hes been hit for in a very long time, and krono dose love to fight.
Yes, the spells would have dealt around that much damage. I realize that Kronos must have been in pain, but don't you think that even though he relishes battle he would have been stunned? At least that much? I'm just a little frustrated that everything I throw at someone is simply batted out of the way. I know that we are all high level and good roleplayers, but it seems to me like Tyrion has only hit Kronos a few times. Maybe its just me. The same thing goes with Socks. Every time Tyrion tries to attack him, Socks always manages to slip away. Tyrion tries to do the same, and I know that both Socks and Tyrion have whacked each other around a bit, but it just seems like Tyrion is always at a disadvantage. Maybe its just me. I'll stop complaining now.
Yes, the spells would have dealt around that much damage. I realize that Kronos must have been in pain, but don't you think that even though he relishes battle he would have been stunned? At least that much? I'm just a little frustrated that everything I throw at someone is simply batted out of the way. I know that we are all high level and good roleplayers, but it seems to me like Tyrion has only hit Kronos a few times. Maybe its just me. The same thing goes with Socks. Every time Tyrion tries to attack him, Socks always manages to slip away. Tyrion tries to do the same, and I know that both Socks and Tyrion have whacked each other around a bit, but it just seems like Tyrion is always at a disadvantage. Maybe its just me. I'll stop complaining now.
No,thats fine I'll edit my post, only a little bit since were four or five posts beond that.
Siveleth Arkorvithj, grey-elven freedom fighter. Weapons: Whirlwind's blood, legacy spiked chain. He acts LN or N, but his purpose is CG. Siveleth was enslaved by a hobgoblin tyrant at an early age (about 13) and labored in oppression for 80 years. He escaped with the help of his friend Aszilvendaxt, also a grey elf (an evoker) and is in the process of raising an army to free his nation. In this quest, he traveled to the dwarven kingdom of Grathnendul to enlist the help of the warpriest in residence, a favored soul named Denthereln.
OOC: He is actually one of my PC's and the backstory is his current campaign. Aszilvendaxt and Denthereln are two of his companions.
How is he? When can I compete? Siveleth is eager for battle.
Fenn was named after the place he was found, as a baby his parents were attacked in the small house bordering a large wood by a gnoll party looking for slaves and food, his father put up a decent fight but was eventually cut down, in the distraction Fenn's mother had fled with her child into the forest but the gnolls persisted and shot her down with an arrow, as the gnolls approached the baby the very trees of the forest sprung to life obliterating the Gnoll party. the treants had witnessed the massacre and took pity on the couple, they took up the child to be raised in the woods with them. unfortunatley for the treants they didn't realize that Fenn wouldn't remain slow and ponderous as they. He grew to be a rambunctous and spirited lad eager to leave the cloister of his Treant family and set out for adventure. because of his heritage he became a druid through learning to listen to the land taught to him by his foster parents. his last adventure had him pitted against a wizard who in his death throes casted plane shift on Fenn winding him up in Baator
OOC: I'll battle anyone you like.
A small tear appears within Baator as a lone figure falls through, Fenn picked himself off wobbling here and there checking his various burns bumps and bruises from his encounter with the mage that threatened his forest. it took him about a minute before he looked up at the surroundings, he walked forward and then sat down still concerned about his wounds. He casted a regeneration spell (verdant lords spontaneous regeneration spell) and sprawled out on the weird floor to gaze up at the weird sky
OOC: Now what?
Fenn looked on with curiosity for the stranger. He sat up and crossed his legs, he cocked his head in thought for choice words and then said to the man "Hey mister do you know where we are? Last I remember I was home and then there was this odd flash and now I'm here" as he spoke the wounds on Fenn's face and body slowly closed up mending with unnatural speed until each scratch dissapeared completley with it's own small poof of faint green smoke
Heres my character:
Anthar Kastaneth, Gestault Fighter/Cleric/Blackguard
Equipment: Demon Armor, Winged Shield, Sword of Death (vorpal, Unholy, icy burst bastard sword).
Anthar is a champion of evil, a leading follower of Erythnul, god of slaughter. He shows no mercy, ever, and is a cunning and backstabbing person, even to his allies. He rides on his nightmare, Tokanex, and this deadly duo instills fear upon all that face them. Anthar is ready to fight any challenger.
Anyway, Sorcen, when you get back, here is my new character:
Siventarr, Solar celestial Blackguard 10/Fighter 20
Siventarr was a solar celestial of great power. He was the general of a dozen of the greatest celestial armies the planes have ever seen, and in his prime he slew many demons, devils and yugoloths.
On one of his campaigns, he found a strange looking sword. It was a greatsword, the blade made from some sort of silvery metal. It hummed with magical energy, and Siventarr could feel the power of the magic as he picked up this blade. The crossguard looked like black flame billowing out from just under the blade, and the handle was wrapped with soft blue leather capped with a large gemstone. As Siventarr lifted the blade, he felt power like none he had ever experienced before. That was when runes flared to life on the flat of the greatsword's blade. At first, they praised the celestials and the good they stood for. But as the runes carved into the metal approached the middle of the blade, their meaning changed. By the time Sivantarr had read all the runes, he was shocked by the blasphemous words that had been inscribed next to some of the holies celestial phrases. It was then that the sword spoke to him.
The magnificent greatsword revealed its name to be "Merikel", and told Siventarr that he had a choice. He could use Merikel, and use its power to push the demons back into their hellish domains. Or he could use the sword to turn on his allies, and only the gods would be able to stop him then. Siventarr thought of the power that would be his, thought that he could becaome a god with this sword! But it was the wrong choice. The god Heironneous, who Siventarr had fought for for centuries, learned of the Solar's choice. It was with great regret that Heironneous hurled Siventarr into the depths of hell, to burn in eternity for his traitorous acts. Heironneous remembered when Merikel's original wielder had made teh same choice, and Heironneous had been forced to tak the same actions. Siventarr fell far, far below the golden and holy realmes of Celestia. He came crashing to a stop in Sorcens' Baator, not knowing where he was, but vowing to get revenge on those who had done this to him. So caught up was he, that he ignored the fact that it was his fault he had ended up here. Now he has come to fight, come to train for his battle with Heironneous. He wields Merikel with amazing speed and grace. But the sword has corrputed him. In his fits of rage as he fell through the planes of hell, he absorbed some of the devilish essence into himself. When Siventarr fights, sometimes this devilish mutation comes through, making Siventarr a nearly unbeatable foe.
I know that was kinda long, but Siventarr is a deep character and this is only the surface of his story.
I also welcome Treetrunker, EpicEvokerElf, and LonelyWisp to the area, have a
- One for each of you respectively. And yes the battle between Siveleth and Fenn should take place in the IC thread.
-Thanks:D
I think we'll be judging another match from the 2nd IC thread soon by the way.
EDIT: Also sorry for missing this before but yes you can have your fleshwarper Cog_and_taz.
Socks vs Tyrion vs Krono
Socks vs Tyrion vs Krono
Socks are not for your feet...
"Ok Sir Sorcen is our battle arena ready? Nothing againt the current scene but I perfure a strait one on one fight no tricks and as little magic interfering as posible" Socks cracks his knuckls and his neck. Then grumbles to himself "I hate magic"
Then in his normal happy go-lucky voice "Lets get this party started!"
Socks then enters a slopy, hunched over kind of stance, he even seems to be a little off balence. "Any time your ready Sir Kronos"
Sorcen Waves a hand over the part of teh arena that Socks and Krono are about to fight in and the current terrain of broken and beaten buildings littered with shadows and dead bodies sinks, sinks down into the ground with fluid grace and soft green rolling hills scattered with a few dark trees take the place of the scarred and blackened earth.
OOC: If there are objections to that terrain then just describe the terrain you want in the OOC thread and I will change this description. :OOC
And suddenly he looks around and sees that there was none one there for him to fight!
Socks stands there for a wile in his fighting stance he blinks and looks around.
"Weres that Kronos dude? Is he a no show? Aw man what a drag! Sir Sorcen! What now? I can fight anyone you whant I just what to fight some one Please Sir Sorcen!"
Socks jumps up and down in trying to get Sorcen's attention
"I missed the free Beer please don't let the free beer got to waste! Wait is he invisable er something? Has the fight already started?"
Socks starts to puch and kick thin air
"Were are you KRONOS!!!! you can't hide for ever!"
Tyrion taps Socks on the shoulder. "It appears Sorcen is busy, swordsman. Would you prefer to fight with me instead?" He turns and looks across the blood-soaked fields as well. "And it appears Caben Duur and Syra are finished. Now is as good a time as ever."
I'm the master of the Drunken Tiger Style Fighting not a weak Swordsmen!!!!!
"Swordsman?" Socks looks around "Oh you mean me?" Socks punches his fists together with a smile of eager anticipation "Hells ya I'll fight ya I've been dieing to fight someone!" He jumps effortlessly mabie 40ft into the air doing a triple backflip, and lands a good starting distance away reentering his slopy battle stance. "Ok I'm ready but watch out Kronos may be out there Ivisable still If he was ever here at all..." Socks sraches his head in deap thought seeming to forget the fight has started.
Socks them takes a good look at the man "Wait...I'm sorry to say this but your old." he states in a matter of fact kind of tone. "Are you sure your in a good enuf shape to fight I mean I don't want to hert you even if i want to fight realy bad. No disrespect intended but I'm not one for one sided battles Sir Trytion"
OOC: Socks doesn't mean any disrespect he honestly is consened for your health and will fight if you think your up to it. (sorry for the OOC but i needed to clearify) Oh and Socks is a monk not a Swordsmen he has no Idems on him at all
No I am here but not invisible. lets call it hiding in plane sight.
shall we do this.
As he says this he pulls off his cloak tossing it asside reveling dark scaley chizeled abs and honed biscept(spelling) mucels, a head with horns curling down to his chin. wearing nothing but black leather breaches with a bone hilt atached to his waist.
this is going to be fun! poping his neck and rollong his sholders and waiting for a response from the other two.
Sorcen said to go ahead and jump in if I felt like it via PM
Two on one I like those odds!
"Kronos! Your here we were just talking about you!" Sock looks overjoyed that so many people now want to fight him "Finaly some excitment! Well since your here too i'll fight both you and the old man, that seems like fair odds!" Socks poses dramticly giving the thumbs up his eyes burn with determination "It's setaled then Kronos and Tyrion Vs. me Socks Longhill Master of the Drunken Tiger Style!!!!"
Socks spin kicks sliding on the ground, It apeared as only a blur due to the superhuman speed. Eventhough he is a good 50ft away the resulting shock wave creates a wind force with such intensity that it blows back both Kronos and Tyrion. Socks smiles confidently looking at his handywork.
(OOC)FIRST POST FROM HOME(/OOC)
as thel sudden burst of wind blowing his hair back krono smiles and chuckels to him self
Not bad
Krono extends his hand and a wave of energy pours forth swalowing sock in a storm of electricity.
There try that on for size.
Socks' windy attack seems to dissolve as it reaches Tyrion. He smiles at Socks. "I am much older than you think, my dear catfolk. I think I may be a match for you." With that, there is a flash of blue light and Tyrion dissapears. Reappearing 50 feet behind Socks, he strikes the ground, and there is a dull boom. Dust drifts up from the arena floor (OOC:I'm assuming the arena floor is just hard-packed dust and sand, if not I'll edit my post.:OOC), and a crack shoots outward from the place where Tyrion struck the ground, headed straight toward Socks and Kronos.
krono jumps high into the air out of the way of the attack comming down at the side of the crevis(spelling) now in the arena floor.
that could have been different.looking in the crak in the ground
Ha HA, I've returned! It has been too long! (or just 2 days...)
Socks seems unconcerned with both attacks as the beam of electricity seems to twist and distort as the meanings of magic and psionics both seem to change till they mean nothing at all around Socks, who doesn’t seem to even acknowledge the fact that the attack was fired in the first place.
Socks then jumps far up in the air smiling, almost as if gravity has no meaning doing different flips a spins in midair some that don't seem posible under normal conditions.
“Neat trick! Though half the energy you spend ripping the ground in half is wasted on the ground itself, not to mention the strain it must put on your body Old man.” With a look of real concern “Oh you didn’t hurt your self did you?” Socks then seems to sit cross legged in mid air and starches his head in deep thought “Man I don’t know if it is fair to make nice old men fight I battle arenas… well he did warn me it was hell before I came here but still…” Socks continues to float in the air like a sitting duck wile thinking
Tyrion smiles again at the distracted catfolk. "Do not worry, Socks! Trust me when I say I can take what you throw at me." He springs into the air, and a ripping niose is heard as silver draconic wings burst from his back. He slams into Socks, and both combatants crash to the ground.
Meanwhile, the crevice that Kronos leaped into erupts in a blaze of earth and molten stone. Smoke and dust cloud the arena, leaving the audience wondering what happened to Kronos and the other two fighters.
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Krono is heard from within the cloud of dust his voice deepening with every word. Well my little kitty cat If I cant hurt you with the power of my mind I'll have to do it with my fists! When the dust settles krono now looks like a bear with scales and horns with tufts of fur growing from in between each scale.
Amazingly quick he is next to the other two combatents.
Hammer Time
"Wee"
Socks yells as he spins out of control plumiting toward the ground.
"Wow Old men turning into Dragons, and mages into bears! Hell sure is spiffy" Socks then curls into a ball in mid air then landing handstand style on the horns of Kronos. "Got the bull buy the horns"
Socks then does a flip still holding onto Kronos's horns, and taking him with him in the flip,then throwing the totaly off gard Kronos toward the stadium wall, In a totaly gravity defing feat let alone, breaking about all the laws of physics.
As Krono goes hurtling away, he slowly coming to a stop in midair he lands softly on his feet to take a moment to rub his chin and think.
What to do with this little nucince??
An all too familiar voice from behind you
"Who me? A nucince?"
you look as in disbelief, Socks who was standing roughly 80ft away ½ a second ago is now behind you smiling widely pointing at himself. You saw no spell or any other form of trickery. He simply appeared behind you.
“Too slow ”
You never blinked but nonetheless you find yourself being kicked by one of Sock’s spin kicks right in the stomach. You never even seen him move from his former position, not to mention have time to react to his attack, and wile the kick was effective, you felt worse pain. The problem is not the damage dealt, but the force of the hit seams to some how have the momentum similar to that of a tail slap from a colossal red dragon. The force of witch sends you flying like a bullet in the direction of Tyrion. But before it reaches him Socks is already there to intercept you as he goes for another spin kick this time at a speed that is quite visible.
speeding up his own momentum tword socks krono colides with the monk using the catman to body surf along the ground unleashing his breath wepon(cone of fire) directly into the monks face when the firery duo comes to a stop krono lunges for the throt of the chared monk to kill him where he lies.
A look of surprise crosses Socks face as you connect with your own kick in his stomach witch sends him sliding into the ground. A trail of blood is left as he is used as a human/cat skateboard. But as you unleash the breath weapon Socks inhales, sucking in the deadly inferno, his cheeks bulge like a chipmunk. He twitches as the unpleasant feeling of having to sallow something too large for his throat. He gasps as it finally goes down, a cloud of smoke is released with the breath.
“Well that was unpleasant” Socks grabs your arm with both hands as you go for his neck stopping it about an inch from his neck.
“Hey now there is no need to get ruff”
Socks then curls up putting his feet on Kronos’s chest and donkey kicks him. The force of witch breaks the grapple and launches Kronos a safe distance away. Socks then flips up onto his hands as walks out of the smoke and over to Tyrion.
“Sorry I’ve been busy, and now you’ve been neglected. Both of you feel free to come at me at the same time!"
"No need to apologize, Socks," Tyrion says, standing calmly while watching Kronos and Socks beat each other up. His fists blaze with green flame, and he gestures with one hand. A black flame erupts from Tyrion's gesturing hand, but as Socks comes nearer it fizzles and dissipates. Confused, Tyrion's eyebrows climb up to his receding hairline as the emerald flames on his hands die out and his quarterstaff stops glowing. "An anti-magic field, Socks? How interesting. Well, I suppose we can play fair for now." He leaps backward almost 100 feet to the arena wall, shoves off of it with his feet, and rockets toward Socks with a speed only Socks can follow. He slams into the catfolk, hitting him with an opne-palmed strike. Socks feels shivers starting to quiver through his body, quickly growing stronger. Tyrion spins and kicks Socks in the face, launching him across the arena and Straight toward Kronos. "Here's a package for you, Kronos!"
I hate air mail! Jumping high into the air and comeing back down like a blur onto socks stomach leaving a small crater in the ground.
Tyrion, I havent given you any attention yet!sticking out his hand and launching a electrical bariage in the direction of Tyrion.
I'm Just a poor boy nobody loves me...
Kronos's attack once again fizzles as magic seems twist and distort, but this time something different happens. The magical energy doesn’t simple vanish but gets pulled towards Socks. It surrounds him and his wounds heal almost as if magic is his nurturance.
“Thank’ye kindly Kronos! I was getting a little hungry”
Socks’s Image blurs as Socks twitches almost like a child who just ate too much candy.
“Oh and lightning too, that’s like giving me Coffee!”
Socks gets out from underneath Kronos and starts to spin on his head like a break dancer, his legs in a splits trying to claw anything near by. Kronos dodges it at first but Socks’s speed starts increasing at an exponential rate, the hasting effect of electric energy taking hold. A sound similar to that of a helicopter’s spinning blades fills the arena. Wind starts to pull around him sucking everything in, to make things worse the sheer force of some of the gusts is as strong as a blade and with just as deadly. Socks lifts off the ground as a tornado forms around him.
You hear Socks’s voice from the mighty gale “I think I’m gunna hurl!”
The lightning crackles through the air and hits Tyrion with a loud thunderclap. The monk is blasted against the arena wall, leaving a patch of broken stone where he slammed into the wall. He gets up off the ground and dusts himself off. He looks up at the whirling Socks and desperately dodging Kronos. He smiles, and mutters some arcane words under his breath. The anti-magic field around Socks falters around him for a moment. Quickly the monk shoots another spell. Twin rays of crackling green energy try to disentigrate them both, surrounding them with sickly green aura.
Taking the hit in the chest krono grimisis(spelling) in pain but only stops for a moment. Then leaping high into the air grabing socks' ankles and hurling him to the ground. Shifting his momentum following socks to the ground driving a sholder into the poor catmans midsection as they hit the ground in a cloud of dust and earth. Bounding High into the air Krono goes speeding after Tyrion.
The lowering of his Antimagc field catches Socks off kilter. Spinning off balance, Socks can't maintain his control over the now full formed Tornado (witch now moves around the arena). Socks wide eyed looks at the green ray witch in an almost slow-motion fashion he nearly dodges, but it hits his left arm, dissolving the bandages already there before the battle started and reopening a previous battle wound. Recoiling in pain he plummets to the ground, Kronos using the opening grabs onto Socks's ankle and slams into his midsection, putting him into a freshly made crater in the ground. Socks crawls out of the crater watching Kronos wail on Tryron. Socks grabs his bloody shrivled left arm, grinding his teeth in pain. "Dam it, got careless."
Tyrion waits for Kronos to come close before moving. Like lightning he bends backward, and Kronos sails over him and toward the audience. Tyrion continues bending backward, using his momentum to do a backflip-corkscrew, landing facing Kronos. He fires another ray, this one icy blue-white, and begins casting another spell. He ignores the tornado that Socks made as it circles back toward the combatants, getting perilously close. He just barely begins casting a spell that would put Kronos down for the fight when the tornado sweeps him up. Yelping with surprise, he spins like a top inside the tornado's grasp. He tries to cast a spell, but the howling winds adn swirling debris ruin his attempt. Growling in anger, Tyrion tries again, and this time succedes. The tornado dissappears, but Tyrion, who was near the top, has ntohing holding him up anymore. With an alarmed shout, he plummets to the ground.
Having trained on all elemtal plains Socks has masted many Elemntal techniques
"Man, that hadn't finishsed healing yet." Socks touches his Bloody shrived arm with his clawed finger"OW!!"
Socks then looks up at the falling TyrionWith an enoyed and resentfull tone "Heres a little gift from the Elemental plain of Earth!" Socks punches the ground putting a small crack in it, and little dust flies off the ground, but other wise nothing seems to have happened.
Suddenly a large chunk of the ground with an explosive force fies upward to meet Tryion. The combined force of his fall and the flying rock looks painfull and if it looks painfull imagen how painfull it would be when it acualy hits you.
Tyrion hears the rumbling from the earth below. He curls into a ball and one of his tattoos, a crab, glows a deep orange. He collides with the ball of rock, then hits the ground. He lays there for a minute, trying to catch his breath before getting up and looking at Socks. He is not smiling now. Several cuts on his chest and arms well up with blood, leaving red streaks cutting throug the dust and grime covering him. His clothes are torn, hanging loosely from his shoulders. He mutters another phrase, and the wounds mend themselves. He walks toward Socks, not hurrying, but his clenched fists tell Socks that Tyrion is angry. Very angry. The largest of his tattoos, one depicting a stylized dragon head, glows white from where it is on his chest. His hands begin to change, growing silver scales. His fingernails elongate, forming obsidian claws. They dance with the green flame from his magical energies, but the flame dies out as Tyrion closes with Socks. Undaunted, the monk continues forward, launching a blurring set of punches that seem to be everywhere at once.
"Looks like I got your attention" Socks gets out of the crater and stands tall, holding his arm at his elbo just above the bleeding wound. All of the rest of the wounds seem to mend themselfs slowly overtime, but his arm dosen't for some odd reson.
"I gess my sensie was right learning that technique just before I came here wasn't the best Idea. Now I have to fight with a lame arm." Socks looks at the palm of his wounded hand, some strange peice of metal seems to be fused to it. "Well thats what I get for being to cocky and over confident again." Socks sez to him self in a reasuring kind of way with a week smile.
Finaly taking notice of Tryion again he cetches both of Tyryion's fists with his. The bloody arm strugles to keep up with the other. Socks winsing with pain "Now that I got you this close..." You feel a warm sensation in your right hand you look to see a glow from Socks wounded left arm's palm.
"Checkmate
trying to move out of the way of Tyrions last magical ray Krono gets hit in the chest falling to the ground, standing up to watch Tyrion and Socks. After a few moments of watching Krono starts jogging in a wide arc and picking up his speed untill he was almost a blur now heading strait for Tyrion and Socks.
"Checkmate? Hardly." The warmth fades from Tyrion as another of his tattoos, this time a pheonix, flares to life with a golden flash. His claws hands move faster then the catman can follow, moving with supernatural speed. Socks sees a silver flash cut diagnally across his vision, then two more. He suddenly finds himself laying on his back a dozen feet away, bloody gouges ripped through his skin by Tyrion's claws. Tyrion looks at Kronos, and utters another arcane phrase. He steps in between space and time. Everything has slowed to a stop, and Tyrion takes advantage. He casts numerous spells on both Kronos and Socks, taking advantage of their frozen states. When Tyrion steps back into the normal world, several things happen at once. Kronos runs head on into an iron wall, then is pummeled by frozen comets and bolts of lightning. The ground swallows him up, then spits him out amid a rain of rock and debris. Socks' anti-magic field pops like a bubble, and several green rays strike him all over at the same time. Also, a large transparent hand appears, flaoting over Socks and then proceeds to smash him into the ground while several balls of acid fall on him from the sky. Tyrion slumps, drained for now from expiring so much magical energy, but certain that he has kept his opponents busy for now.
Wincing as he sands up and wiping blood from his lips he smiles Now that was fun!! stoping for a moment some of krono's wounds heal and he smiles again rushing in landing an upercut to Tyrions chin knoking him to the ground a few feet away. Holding out his hand and electical missle launches its self at the weakend Tyrion and then another from his other hand and another and another untill the pain makes his whole body numb. as krono moves forward his index finger turns blacker than death knealing down and touching Tyrion, Tyrion feels light hearted and careless as his body is slowly pulled into Krono's. No fear my weak freind your pain will be gone soon and you will give me the strength to finish this game with our little friend.
Tyrion is drawn into Kronos...but one of his tattoos, the dragon on his chest, pulses softly with silver light. As he is absorbed, Kronos explodes in a shower of bloody ribbons, bones and flesh showering the arena floor. Tyrion is now surrounded by the glow, and begins to grow ins size. His bones crackle and stretch, and silver scales form on his body. Within moments, and enourmous silver dragon stands in the stadium. He scoops up the remains of Kronos and casts a single spell, and black flames consume the reamins, not even leaving ashes. Without remorse, Tyrion turns to Socks.
((OOC: Was that too harsh? I can edit t if you want.:OOC))
(OOC) Nope thats fine krono has his ways out of situations like this.(/OOC)
walking back into the arena wearing his cloak once again stoping to talk to Tyrion. Your lucky I keep an extra body on hand in the astral Plane. and I just planted that seed. Do you realize how long it will take me to make a new body for back up again?
(OOC) Insead of wasting the time to take ten days to make a new body he has one on hand next to his astral seed some were in the astral plane.(/OOC)
Without reply, Tyrion swings his tail, smashing a thunderous blow against Kronos and hurling him away. Kronos smashes against the arena wall, cratering it deeply. Tyrion casts another spell, and a globe of opaque energy surrounds Kronos, trapping him within it. Tyrion turns back to Socks, still laying dazed on the ground. "Time to finish what has been started."
“Even in a state out side of time it’s self your still too slow Tyrion.” Socks sez nonchalantly. Reacting almost before Tyrion left time, Socks manages to hold back the power almost released in his left arm. He jumps grappling the great had of force and managing to twist it around using it as a shield for the rays of disinagration, and being a weapon of force’s only weakness, the hand is dissolve into the nothingness whence it came. The orbs of acid hit him with no effect as Socks’s link to the celestial plain becomes apparent (celestials are immune to acid).
Finished with his magic smashing spree Socks looks up at the now dragon Tyrion.
“Wow that’s a cool trick. Good thing my friend Sky DragonSlayer told me a dragon’s one weakness! Their totally useless without their heads!”
Socks jumps for Tyrion’s neck and grabs on. With a sudden surge of strength he hugs his neck with his hole body choking off his air. "Can't spit fire at me here, nore can you reach me with your puney claws! Gess it's one of those the biger they are the harder they fall kind of things, Aeh?" Socks constrics his hold on Tyrion's neck. "Well at least no one has to die this way right?"
Tyrion looks down at Socks, his long neck easily putting his snout at the same level with socks. He smiles (which looks more like a snarl to Socks), and says, "On the contrary, Socks. You are just wasting your strength. And no this is not a "the bigger they are, the harder the fall" scenario. This is a "the smaller they are, the easier they are to crush" scenario." With that he snaps forward and latches onto Socks with his fangs. His fangs impale the catfolk, but before Socks can even scream in pain Tyrion hurls him to the ground. He snakes his sinous(sp?) tail around the catfolk as he jumps to his feet. Tyrion lifts his opponent, now wrapped in his constricting coils, up to face level. "Indeed, one of will not have to die now, will we Socks?" Tyrion crushes the catfolk within his wrapping tail, and breathes out a cloud of yellow gas. Socks' arms and legs begin to stiffen, and soon his entire body will not repond to his call.
((OOC: Paralysis breath, it can't be stopped by an anti-magic field.
If you play durty I will play right back!
Tyrion's neck unaturaly bends to look at Socks."Well arn't we limber. Question Tyrion, how can you fight something you can't get to?" Tryions fangs come bearing down on Socks he jumps off his neck and straight down his throat. Fighting his way down to his stomic he crawls and drags himself on fighting the dragon's natural gag reflex and being exalted to a celestial form he is undainted by the dragons deadly Paralysis breath.
Finaly reaching the stomic of the great beast Socks risks a smile wile looking around.
"Well now what happens when a dragon drinks coke and eats pop rocks?"
Socks punches his fists together and using his mastery over wind to force a hi presser system in the dragons stomic. Tryion gasps for air as Socks forces more and more air down his throte and verios other orificeses. Expaning his buble of hi pressure air in Tyrion's stomic he expodes like a bird feed ecacelser tablits (sp?).
Socks stumbls out form amongst the scatered dragon guts. Wiping the gut matter form him eyes he looks at his slime covered body.
"This will take weeks to get out of my fur...man what a drag...I hate baths..."
Standing in his small prison Krono waits a few moments to heal his wounds then forces the globe blinks away. Reassuming his Hybrid form Krono turns to see Tyrion explode into many little pices(sp?). Streaching and poping his neck from one side to the next Krono stands and waits.
The pieces of dragon shiver, as if a wind had blown amongst them. They then roll back together, forming a little blob of flesh. The blob bursts outward in a cascade of multicolored light, blinding both Socks and Kronos. When the light clears, Tyrion is nowhere to be found. A voice telepathically contacts both of their minds.
This has indeed been an extroadinary battle. Both of you have proved extremely resilient against my most powerful spells and attacks, and I was overconfident after my last victory. I should have known better. Ah, well. Socks, I congratulate you on that last move. It was...unexpected, to say the least. And Kronos, after taking a barrage of spells a threw at you, has proved his strength as well. But, while my corporeal form may be defeated for now, my mind is not at rest. How well can the agile Socks stand against a psychic assault? How well can mighty Kronos stave away the powers of a mind far older than he?
As the last words fade from the two remaining combatants minds, the entire arena goes dark. Both fighters feel their minds being invaded, their mental defenses shoved aside like flotsam on a raging sea. And suddenly, the darkness clears. Both fighters lay facedown on the the floor of the arena, their minds trying to fight back control of their bodies as Tyrion takes hold.
So my head realy is empty after all..
Socks stands alone in the endless Abyss that is his mind. A plane of uter desolence. "Man when those people sead my head was empty they were't kinding"
Sudenly strange forms and deadly devices of Tryions mental asult surround him, Tyrion leading them.
"Oh hi Tryion! See you brought some freinds. No hard feelings about then whole stumic exploding thing right?...Right?...er... Socks backs up a little bupming into some weird creature.
FAlling deep within his thoughts clearing his mind, forgetting pain, unmoving reverting back into his pycie(SP?) he pushes back Tyrion holding him on the edge of his thoughts,.. strugeling to keep him out growing more and more frustrated as he begins to lose the power struggle. I dont like it when other people get in my head Tyrion. Remove your self and I can restore your soul back to your body!
Sorcen returns the combatants to their normal states and heals them all ith a wave of his hand, "We have made our judgement. It was a great match and a long and interesting one but Tyrion ultimately came out on top."
Awww man....
"But wasn't he the guy that died?" Socks looks next to him, Tyrion his body retured to a state of not in sherds by Sorcen."Wow Tyrion your not blown up!" "When that happen?" Socks pats Tyrion on the back ,mabie a bit to hard,"Well hope theres no hard feelings, since your not even blow up and all! Hey i need a drink! I say the winner buys us around!" Socks runs off toward the bar. Beer!!!" Socks yells as he jumps up into the air and clicks his heals together.
Good match Tyrion.shaking Tyrions hand and returning to his humanoid form Krono walks out into the arena and retives his cloak and walks for the bar.
Tyrion smiles and thanks Sorcen. "My thanks. If you did not notice, I was in a spot of trouble." He replies to Kronos as the other warrior shakes his hand. "Indeed. I shall look forward to our next meeting." He turns to the frolicking Socks, and heartily agrees with the catfolk's proclamation. He looks at Socks, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Race you!" He shouts, and is off like a bolt of lightning, heading for the Tavern.
Socks are not for your feet...
"Ok Sir Sorcen is our battle arena ready? Nothing againt the current scene but I perfure a strait one on one fight no tricks and as little magic interfering as posible" Socks cracks his knuckls and his neck. Then grumbles to himself "I hate magic"
Then in his normal happy go-lucky voice "Lets get this party started!"
Socks then enters a slopy, hunched over kind of stance, he even seems to be a little off balence. "Any time your ready Sir Kronos"
Sorcen Waves a hand over the part of teh arena that Socks and Krono are about to fight in and the current terrain of broken and beaten buildings littered with shadows and dead bodies sinks, sinks down into the ground with fluid grace and soft green rolling hills scattered with a few dark trees take the place of the scarred and blackened earth.
OOC: If there are objections to that terrain then just describe the terrain you want in the OOC thread and I will change this description. :OOC
And suddenly he looks around and sees that there was none one there for him to fight!
Socks stands there for a wile in his fighting stance he blinks and looks around.
"Weres that Kronos dude? Is he a no show? Aw man what a drag! Sir Sorcen! What now? I can fight anyone you whant I just what to fight some one Please Sir Sorcen!"
Socks jumps up and down in trying to get Sorcen's attention
"I missed the free Beer please don't let the free beer got to waste! Wait is he invisable er something? Has the fight already started?"
Socks starts to puch and kick thin air
"Were are you KRONOS!!!! you can't hide for ever!"
Tyrion taps Socks on the shoulder. "It appears Sorcen is busy, swordsman. Would you prefer to fight with me instead?" He turns and looks across the blood-soaked fields as well. "And it appears Caben Duur and Syra are finished. Now is as good a time as ever."
I'm the master of the Drunken Tiger Style Fighting not a weak Swordsmen!!!!!
"Swordsman?" Socks looks around "Oh you mean me?" Socks punches his fists together with a smile of eager anticipation "Hells ya I'll fight ya I've been dieing to fight someone!" He jumps effortlessly mabie 40ft into the air doing a triple backflip, and lands a good starting distance away reentering his slopy battle stance. "Ok I'm ready but watch out Kronos may be out there Ivisable still If he was ever here at all..." Socks sraches his head in deap thought seeming to forget the fight has started.
Socks them takes a good look at the man "Wait...I'm sorry to say this but your old." he states in a matter of fact kind of tone. "Are you sure your in a good enuf shape to fight I mean I don't want to hert you even if i want to fight realy bad. No disrespect intended but I'm not one for one sided battles Sir Trytion"
OOC: Socks doesn't mean any disrespect he honestly is consened for your health and will fight if you think your up to it. (sorry for the OOC but i needed to clearify) Oh and Socks is a monk not a Swordsmen he has no Idems on him at all
No I am here but not invisible. lets call it hiding in plane sight.
shall we do this.
As he says this he pulls off his cloak tossing it asside reveling dark scaley chizeled abs and honed biscept(spelling) mucels, a head with horns curling down to his chin. wearing nothing but black leather breaches with a bone hilt atached to his waist.
this is going to be fun! poping his neck and rollong his sholders and waiting for a response from the other two.
Sorcen said to go ahead and jump in if I felt like it via PM
Two on one I like those odds!
"Kronos! Your here we were just talking about you!" Sock looks overjoyed that so many people now want to fight him "Finaly some excitment! Well since your here too i'll fight both you and the old man, that seems like fair odds!" Socks poses dramticly giving the thumbs up his eyes burn with determination "It's setaled then Kronos and Tyrion Vs. me Socks Longhill Master of the Drunken Tiger Style!!!!"
Socks spin kicks sliding on the ground, It apeared as only a blur due to the superhuman speed. Eventhough he is a good 50ft away the resulting shock wave creates a wind force with such intensity that it blows back both Kronos and Tyrion. Socks smiles confidently looking at his handywork.
(OOC)FIRST POST FROM HOME(/OOC)
as thel sudden burst of wind blowing his hair back krono smiles and chuckels to him self
Not bad
Krono extends his hand and a wave of energy pours forth swalowing sock in a storm of electricity.
There try that on for size.
Socks' windy attack seems to dissolve as it reaches Tyrion. He smiles at Socks. "I am much older than you think, my dear catfolk. I think I may be a match for you." With that, there is a flash of blue light and Tyrion dissapears. Reappearing 50 feet behind Socks, he strikes the ground, and there is a dull boom. Dust drifts up from the arena floor (OOC:I'm assuming the arena floor is just hard-packed dust and sand, if not I'll edit my post.:OOC), and a crack shoots outward from the place where Tyrion struck the ground, headed straight toward Socks and Kronos.
krono jumps high into the air out of the way of the attack comming down at the side of the crevis(spelling) now in the arena floor.
that could have been different.looking in the crak in the ground
Ha HA, I've returned! It has been too long! (or just 2 days...)
Socks seems unconcerned with both attacks as the beam of electricity seems to twist and distort as the meanings of magic and psionics both seem to change till they mean nothing at all around Socks, who doesn’t seem to even acknowledge the fact that the attack was fired in the first place.
Socks then jumps far up in the air smiling, almost as if gravity has no meaning doing different flips a spins in midair some that don't seem posible under normal conditions.
“Neat trick! Though half the energy you spend ripping the ground in half is wasted on the ground itself, not to mention the strain it must put on your body Old man.” With a look of real concern “Oh you didn’t hurt your self did you?” Socks then seems to sit cross legged in mid air and starches his head in deep thought “Man I don’t know if it is fair to make nice old men fight I battle arenas… well he did warn me it was hell before I came here but still…” Socks continues to float in the air like a sitting duck wile thinking
Tyrion smiles again at the distracted catfolk. "Do not worry, Socks! Trust me when I say I can take what you throw at me." He springs into the air, and a ripping niose is heard as silver draconic wings burst from his back. He slams into Socks, and both combatants crash to the ground.
Meanwhile, the crevice that Kronos leaped into erupts in a blaze of earth and molten stone. Smoke and dust cloud the arena, leaving the audience wondering what happened to Kronos and the other two fighters.
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Krono is heard from within the cloud of dust his voice deepening with every word. Well my little kitty cat If I cant hurt you with the power of my mind I'll have to do it with my fists! When the dust settles krono now looks like a bear with scales and horns with tufts of fur growing from in between each scale.
Amazingly quick he is next to the other two combatents.
Hammer Time
"Wee"
Socks yells as he spins out of control plumiting toward the ground.
"Wow Old men turning into Dragons, and mages into bears! Hell sure is spiffy" Socks then curls into a ball in mid air then landing handstand style on the horns of Kronos. "Got the bull buy the horns"
Socks then does a flip still holding onto Kronos's horns, and taking him with him in the flip,then throwing the totaly off gard Kronos toward the stadium wall, In a totaly gravity defing feat let alone, breaking about all the laws of physics.
As Krono goes hurtling away, he slowly coming to a stop in midair he lands softly on his feet to take a moment to rub his chin and think.
What to do with this little nucince??
An all too familiar voice from behind you
"Who me? A nucince?"
you look as in disbelief, Socks who was standing roughly 80ft away ½ a second ago is now behind you smiling widely pointing at himself. You saw no spell or any other form of trickery. He simply appeared behind you.
“Too slow ”
You never blinked but nonetheless you find yourself being kicked by one of Sock’s spin kicks right in the stomach. You never even seen him move from his former position, not to mention have time to react to his attack, and wile the kick was effective, you felt worse pain. The problem is not the damage dealt, but the force of the hit seams to some how have the momentum similar to that of a tail slap from a colossal red dragon. The force of witch sends you flying like a bullet in the direction of Tyrion. But before it reaches him Socks is already there to intercept you as he goes for another spin kick this time at a speed that is quite visible.
speeding up his own momentum tword socks krono colides with the monk using the catman to body surf along the ground unleashing his breath wepon(cone of fire) directly into the monks face when the firery duo comes to a stop krono lunges for the throt of the chared monk to kill him where he lies.
A look of surprise crosses Socks face as you connect with your own kick in his stomach witch sends him sliding into the ground. A trail of blood is left as he is used as a human/cat skateboard. But as you unleash the breath weapon Socks inhales, sucking in the deadly inferno, his cheeks bulge like a chipmunk. He twitches as the unpleasant feeling of having to sallow something too large for his throat. He gasps as it finally goes down, a cloud of smoke is released with the breath.
“Well that was unpleasant” Socks grabs your arm with both hands as you go for his neck stopping it about an inch from his neck.
“Hey now there is no need to get ruff”
Socks then curls up putting his feet on Kronos’s chest and donkey kicks him. The force of witch breaks the grapple and launches Kronos a safe distance away. Socks then flips up onto his hands as walks out of the smoke and over to Tyrion.
“Sorry I’ve been busy, and now you’ve been neglected. Both of you feel free to come at me at the same time!"
"No need to apologize, Socks," Tyrion says, standing calmly while watching Kronos and Socks beat each other up. His fists blaze with green flame, and he gestures with one hand. A black flame erupts from Tyrion's gesturing hand, but as Socks comes nearer it fizzles and dissipates. Confused, Tyrion's eyebrows climb up to his receding hairline as the emerald flames on his hands die out and his quarterstaff stops glowing. "An anti-magic field, Socks? How interesting. Well, I suppose we can play fair for now." He leaps backward almost 100 feet to the arena wall, shoves off of it with his feet, and rockets toward Socks with a speed only Socks can follow. He slams into the catfolk, hitting him with an opne-palmed strike. Socks feels shivers starting to quiver through his body, quickly growing stronger. Tyrion spins and kicks Socks in the face, launching him across the arena and Straight toward Kronos. "Here's a package for you, Kronos!"
I hate air mail! Jumping high into the air and comeing back down like a blur onto socks stomach leaving a small crater in the ground.
Tyrion, I havent given you any attention yet!sticking out his hand and launching a electrical bariage in the direction of Tyrion.
I'm Just a poor boy nobody loves me...
Kronos's attack once again fizzles as magic seems twist and distort, but this time something different happens. The magical energy doesn’t simple vanish but gets pulled towards Socks. It surrounds him and his wounds heal almost as if magic is his nurturance.
“Thank’ye kindly Kronos! I was getting a little hungry”
Socks’s Image blurs as Socks twitches almost like a child who just ate too much candy.
“Oh and lightning too, that’s like giving me Coffee!”
Socks gets out from underneath Kronos and starts to spin on his head like a break dancer, his legs in a splits trying to claw anything near by. Kronos dodges it at first but Socks’s speed starts increasing at an exponential rate, the hasting effect of electric energy taking hold. A sound similar to that of a helicopter’s spinning blades fills the arena. Wind starts to pull around him sucking everything in, to make things worse the sheer force of some of the gusts is as strong as a blade and with just as deadly. Socks lifts off the ground as a tornado forms around him.
You hear Socks’s voice from the mighty gale “I think I’m gunna hurl!”
The lightning crackles through the air and hits Tyrion with a loud thunderclap. The monk is blasted against the arena wall, leaving a patch of broken stone where he slammed into the wall. He gets up off the ground and dusts himself off. He looks up at the whirling Socks and desperately dodging Kronos. He smiles, and mutters some arcane words under his breath. The anti-magic field around Socks falters around him for a moment. Quickly the monk shoots another spell. Twin rays of crackling green energy try to disentigrate them both, surrounding them with sickly green aura.
Taking the hit in the chest krono grimisis(spelling) in pain but only stops for a moment. Then leaping high into the air grabing socks' ankles and hurling him to the ground. Shifting his momentum following socks to the ground driving a sholder into the poor catmans midsection as they hit the ground in a cloud of dust and earth. Bounding High into the air Krono goes speeding after Tyrion.
The lowering of his Antimagc field catches Socks off kilter. Spinning off balance, Socks can't maintain his control over the now full formed Tornado (witch now moves around the arena). Socks wide eyed looks at the green ray witch in an almost slow-motion fashion he nearly dodges, but it hits his left arm, dissolving the bandages already there before the battle started and reopening a previous battle wound. Recoiling in pain he plummets to the ground, Kronos using the opening grabs onto Socks's ankle and slams into his midsection, putting him into a freshly made crater in the ground. Socks crawls out of the crater watching Kronos wail on Tryron. Socks grabs his bloody shrivled left arm, grinding his teeth in pain. "Dam it, got careless."
Tyrion waits for Kronos to come close before moving. Like lightning he bends backward, and Kronos sails over him and toward the audience. Tyrion continues bending backward, using his momentum to do a backflip-corkscrew, landing facing Kronos. He fires another ray, this one icy blue-white, and begins casting another spell. He ignores the tornado that Socks made as it circles back toward the combatants, getting perilously close. He just barely begins casting a spell that would put Kronos down for the fight when the tornado sweeps him up. Yelping with surprise, he spins like a top inside the tornado's grasp. He tries to cast a spell, but the howling winds adn swirling debris ruin his attempt. Growling in anger, Tyrion tries again, and this time succedes. The tornado dissappears, but Tyrion, who was near the top, has ntohing holding him up anymore. With an alarmed shout, he plummets to the ground.
Having trained on all elemtal plains Socks has masted many Elemntal techniques
"Man, that hadn't finishsed healing yet." Socks touches his Bloody shrived arm with his clawed finger"OW!!"
Socks then looks up at the falling TyrionWith an enoyed and resentfull tone "Heres a little gift from the Elemental plain of Earth!" Socks punches the ground putting a small crack in it, and little dust flies off the ground, but other wise nothing seems to have happened.
Suddenly a large chunk of the ground with an explosive force fies upward to meet Tryion. The combined force of his fall and the flying rock looks painfull and if it looks painfull imagen how painfull it would be when it acualy hits you.
Tyrion hears the rumbling from the earth below. He curls into a ball and one of his tattoos, a crab, glows a deep orange. He collides with the ball of rock, then hits the ground. He lays there for a minute, trying to catch his breath before getting up and looking at Socks. He is not smiling now. Several cuts on his chest and arms well up with blood, leaving red streaks cutting throug the dust and grime covering him. His clothes are torn, hanging loosely from his shoulders. He mutters another phrase, and the wounds mend themselves. He walks toward Socks, not hurrying, but his clenched fists tell Socks that Tyrion is angry. Very angry. The largest of his tattoos, one depicting a stylized dragon head, glows white from where it is on his chest. His hands begin to change, growing silver scales. His fingernails elongate, forming obsidian claws. They dance with the green flame from his magical energies, but the flame dies out as Tyrion closes with Socks. Undaunted, the monk continues forward, launching a blurring set of punches that seem to be everywhere at once.
"Looks like I got your attention" Socks gets out of the crater and stands tall, holding his arm at his elbo just above the bleeding wound. All of the rest of the wounds seem to mend themselfs slowly overtime, but his arm dosen't for some odd reson.
"I gess my sensie was right learning that technique just before I came here wasn't the best Idea. Now I have to fight with a lame arm." Socks looks at the palm of his wounded hand, some strange peice of metal seems to be fused to it. "Well thats what I get for being to cocky and over confident again." Socks sez to him self in a reasuring kind of way with a week smile.
Finaly taking notice of Tryion again he cetches both of Tyryion's fists with his. The bloody arm strugles to keep up with the other. Socks winsing with pain "Now that I got you this close..." You feel a warm sensation in your right hand you look to see a glow from Socks wounded left arm's palm.
"Checkmate
trying to move out of the way of Tyrions last magical ray Krono gets hit in the chest falling to the ground, standing up to watch Tyrion and Socks. After a few moments of watching Krono starts jogging in a wide arc and picking up his speed untill he was almost a blur now heading strait for Tyrion and Socks.
"Checkmate? Hardly." The warmth fades from Tyrion as another of his tattoos, this time a pheonix, flares to life with a golden flash. His claws hands move faster then the catman can follow, moving with supernatural speed. Socks sees a silver flash cut diagnally across his vision, then two more. He suddenly finds himself laying on his back a dozen feet away, bloody gouges ripped through his skin by Tyrion's claws. Tyrion looks at Kronos, and utters another arcane phrase. He steps in between space and time. Everything has slowed to a stop, and Tyrion takes advantage. He casts numerous spells on both Kronos and Socks, taking advantage of their frozen states. When Tyrion steps back into the normal world, several things happen at once. Kronos runs head on into an iron wall, then is pummeled by frozen comets and bolts of lightning. The ground swallows him up, then spits him out amid a rain of rock and debris. Socks' anti-magic field pops like a bubble, and several green rays strike him all over at the same time. Also, a large transparent hand appears, flaoting over Socks and then proceeds to smash him into the ground while several balls of acid fall on him from the sky. Tyrion slumps, drained for now from expiring so much magical energy, but certain that he has kept his opponents busy for now.
Wincing as he sands up and wiping blood from his lips he smiles Now that was fun!! stoping for a moment some of krono's wounds heal and he smiles again rushing in landing an upercut to Tyrions chin knoking him to the ground a few feet away. Holding out his hand and electical missle launches its self at the weakend Tyrion and then another from his other hand and another and another untill the pain makes his whole body numb. as krono moves forward his index finger turns blacker than death knealing down and touching Tyrion, Tyrion feels light hearted and careless as his body is slowly pulled into Krono's. No fear my weak freind your pain will be gone soon and you will give me the strength to finish this game with our little friend.
Tyrion is drawn into Kronos...but one of his tattoos, the dragon on his chest, pulses softly with silver light. As he is absorbed, Kronos explodes in a shower of bloody ribbons, bones and flesh showering the arena floor. Tyrion is now surrounded by the glow, and begins to grow ins size. His bones crackle and stretch, and silver scales form on his body. Within moments, and enourmous silver dragon stands in the stadium. He scoops up the remains of Kronos and casts a single spell, and black flames consume the reamins, not even leaving ashes. Without remorse, Tyrion turns to Socks.
((OOC: Was that too harsh? I can edit t if you want.:OOC))
(OOC) Nope thats fine krono has his ways out of situations like this.(/OOC)
walking back into the arena wearing his cloak once again stoping to talk to Tyrion. Your lucky I keep an extra body on hand in the astral Plane. and I just planted that seed. Do you realize how long it will take me to make a new body for back up again?
(OOC) Insead of wasting the time to take ten days to make a new body he has one on hand next to his astral seed some were in the astral plane.(/OOC)
Without reply, Tyrion swings his tail, smashing a thunderous blow against Kronos and hurling him away. Kronos smashes against the arena wall, cratering it deeply. Tyrion casts another spell, and a globe of opaque energy surrounds Kronos, trapping him within it. Tyrion turns back to Socks, still laying dazed on the ground. "Time to finish what has been started."
“Even in a state out side of time it’s self your still too slow Tyrion.” Socks sez nonchalantly. Reacting almost before Tyrion left time, Socks manages to hold back the power almost released in his left arm. He jumps grappling the great had of force and managing to twist it around using it as a shield for the rays of disinagration, and being a weapon of force’s only weakness, the hand is dissolve into the nothingness whence it came. The orbs of acid hit him with no effect as Socks’s link to the celestial plain becomes apparent (celestials are immune to acid).
Finished with his magic smashing spree Socks looks up at the now dragon Tyrion.
“Wow that’s a cool trick. Good thing my friend Sky DragonSlayer told me a dragon’s one weakness! Their totally useless without their heads!”
Socks jumps for Tyrion’s neck and grabs on. With a sudden surge of strength he hugs his neck with his hole body choking off his air. "Can't spit fire at me here, nore can you reach me with your puney claws! Gess it's one of those the biger they are the harder they fall kind of things, Aeh?" Socks constrics his hold on Tyrion's neck. "Well at least no one has to die this way right?"
Tyrion looks down at Socks, his long neck easily putting his snout at the same level with socks. He smiles (which looks more like a snarl to Socks), and says, "On the contrary, Socks. You are just wasting your strength. And no this is not a "the bigger they are, the harder the fall" scenario. This is a "the smaller they are, the easier they are to crush" scenario." With that he snaps forward and latches onto Socks with his fangs. His fangs impale the catfolk, but before Socks can even scream in pain Tyrion hurls him to the ground. He snakes his sinous(sp?) tail around the catfolk as he jumps to his feet. Tyrion lifts his opponent, now wrapped in his constricting coils, up to face level. "Indeed, one of will not have to die now, will we Socks?" Tyrion crushes the catfolk within his wrapping tail, and breathes out a cloud of yellow gas. Socks' arms and legs begin to stiffen, and soon his entire body will not repond to his call.
((OOC: Paralysis breath, it can't be stopped by an anti-magic field.
If you play durty I will play right back!
Tyrion's neck unaturaly bends to look at Socks."Well arn't we limber. Question Tyrion, how can you fight something you can't get to?" Tryions fangs come bearing down on Socks he jumps off his neck and straight down his throat. Fighting his way down to his stomic he crawls and drags himself on fighting the dragon's natural gag reflex and being exalted to a celestial form he is undainted by the dragons deadly Paralysis breath.
Finaly reaching the stomic of the great beast Socks risks a smile wile looking around.
"Well now what happens when a dragon drinks coke and eats pop rocks?"
Socks punches his fists together and using his mastery over wind to force a hi presser system in the dragons stomic. Tryion gasps for air as Socks forces more and more air down his throte and verios other orificeses. Expaning his buble of hi pressure air in Tyrion's stomic he expodes like a bird feed ecacelser tablits (sp?).
Socks stumbls out form amongst the scatered dragon guts. Wiping the gut matter form him eyes he looks at his slime covered body.
"This will take weeks to get out of my fur...man what a drag...I hate baths..."
Standing in his small prison Krono waits a few moments to heal his wounds then forces the globe blinks away. Reassuming his Hybrid form Krono turns to see Tyrion explode into many little pices(sp?). Streaching and poping his neck from one side to the next Krono stands and waits.
The pieces of dragon shiver, as if a wind had blown amongst them. They then roll back together, forming a little blob of flesh. The blob bursts outward in a cascade of multicolored light, blinding both Socks and Kronos. When the light clears, Tyrion is nowhere to be found. A voice telepathically contacts both of their minds.
This has indeed been an extroadinary battle. Both of you have proved extremely resilient against my most powerful spells and attacks, and I was overconfident after my last victory. I should have known better. Ah, well. Socks, I congratulate you on that last move. It was...unexpected, to say the least. And Kronos, after taking a barrage of spells a threw at you, has proved his strength as well. But, while my corporeal form may be defeated for now, my mind is not at rest. How well can the agile Socks stand against a psychic assault? How well can mighty Kronos stave away the powers of a mind far older than he?
As the last words fade from the two remaining combatants minds, the entire arena goes dark. Both fighters feel their minds being invaded, their mental defenses shoved aside like flotsam on a raging sea. And suddenly, the darkness clears. Both fighters lay facedown on the the floor of the arena, their minds trying to fight back control of their bodies as Tyrion takes hold.
So my head realy is empty after all..
Socks stands alone in the endless Abyss that is his mind. A plane of uter desolence. "Man when those people sead my head was empty they were't kinding"
Sudenly strange forms and deadly devices of Tryions mental asult surround him, Tyrion leading them.
"Oh hi Tryion! See you brought some freinds. No hard feelings about then whole stumic exploding thing right?...Right?...er... Socks backs up a little bupming into some weird creature.
FAlling deep within his thoughts clearing his mind, forgetting pain, unmoving reverting back into his pycie(SP?) he pushes back Tyrion holding him on the edge of his thoughts,.. strugeling to keep him out growing more and more frustrated as he begins to lose the power struggle. I dont like it when other people get in my head Tyrion. Remove your self and I can restore your soul back to your body!
Sorcen returns the combatants to their normal states and heals them all ith a wave of his hand, "We have made our judgement. It was a great match and a long and interesting one but Tyrion ultimately came out on top."
Awww man....
"But wasn't he the guy that died?" Socks looks next to him, Tyrion his body retured to a state of not in sherds by Sorcen."Wow Tyrion your not blown up!" "When that happen?" Socks pats Tyrion on the back ,mabie a bit to hard,"Well hope theres no hard feelings, since your not even blow up and all! Hey i need a drink! I say the winner buys us around!" Socks runs off toward the bar. Beer!!!" Socks yells as he jumps up into the air and clicks his heals together.
Good match Tyrion.shaking Tyrions hand and returning to his humanoid form Krono walks out into the arena and retives his cloak and walks for the bar.
Tyrion smiles and thanks Sorcen. "My thanks. If you did not notice, I was in a spot of trouble." He replies to Kronos as the other warrior shakes his hand. "Indeed. I shall look forward to our next meeting." He turns to the frolicking Socks, and heartily agrees with the catfolk's proclamation. He looks at Socks, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Race you!" He shouts, and is off like a bolt of lightning, heading for the Tavern.
Oh, Sorcen, is there a tournament bracket going, or are we fighting practice battles?
Bartelemus vs Milerodo
Milerodo walks into the arena with his two air elenmentals at his side. He arcane enpowered eyes begin seachering the arena. Well I see that i am early. I guess i have to time to wait then. He then crosses his legs and the air around him pushes so that he floats.
Bartelemus walks jerkily to the center of the arena, where he turns to face Milerodo. He extends his hand in greeting.
"My name is Bartelemus. Apparently we are to commence battle? Pray forgive me if I do not present a sufficient challenge. It has been ages since I have engaged in battle."
Milerodo walks over to Bartelemus and begins to shake his hand.
Hello Bartelemus I am Milerodo and am happy to meet you. I am sure that you will provide a good challange. He then begins to walk back to where he was before Bartelemus entered. Are we ready to begin then Bartelemus?
OOC: Gideon I need to know if Bartelemus is able to see invisble creatures becouse it affects what he see right now.
Bartelemus bows stiffly yet formally.
"Whenever you are, my friend. Don't rush yourself on my account."
OOC: Not at present
Then we shall begin Bartelemus. With that Milerodo makes a quick gesture with his hands that seem to make two complete and different spells. Milerodo release a small ball of what seems to be fire. The ball right past Bartelemus and explodes behind him with what seems to be fire but the flames seem to warp with changing magic as the energy type keeps changing, Only when the “flames” reach Bartelemus do they finally take there form, they “flames” change to destructive sound waves that would send anyone flying if they were to take the full blast of the sound wave.
Right as the Explosive Fireball explodes the two air elementals fly in front of Milerodo and towards Bartelemus. As they fly towards him they pull back there hand hoping that Bartelemus would be knocked towards them from the blast of the fireball.
OOC: Gideon Milerodo has a special feat that allows his spells that do elemental damage to change to an element that you are weakest too. (Fire, Acid, Cold, Electricity, Sonic) I assumed you are weakest to sonic but if I am wrong then just post what you are weakest to so I can change my post.
Bartelemus is blown violently foward by the attack, tumbling head over heels across the arena, where he lands with a sickening thud. Staggering to his feet, he opens his tome, runs a finger quickly down the page, and whispers a brief and sibilant phrase.
The sky opens, pouring radiant light into the arena. A glowing angelic form descends. Hovering in place, holy light shining from its body, it suddenly blurs, striking out with inhuman speed. The glint of sunlight on metal is visible as a blade is drawn, and, in a flurry of wind and motion, one of the oncoming elementals dissolves, split asunder by the celestial's attack.
The other elemental continues fly toward Bartelemus, totally ignoring that his companion was totally destroyed. The elemental swings at Bartelemus with all its force. Right as the elemental swings at Bartelemus four attacks are launched from behind him from two invisible targets that had snuck up behind Bartelemus with out him knowing.
Milerodo looks at the newly entered creature. Let’s just get you out of the way now. He then moves his hand in a swift fluid motion and seems to utter some word but his voice seems to sound like the wind as he speaks. A then points his finger towards the angelic being. A bolt what seems to be lighting shots out from Milerodo’s finger tip towards the creature. Again his magic begins to warp as it approaches its target and then finally takes the form of sound again as it near the angel.
Sensing the creatures behind him at the last moment, Bartelemus turns to face the attack. And then the elemental strikes. Caught between two hostile forces, Bartelemus spins around, confused, and falls again before the onslaught. His ally, dazed, deafened, and bleeding, is unable to help him. Desperate, Bartelemus raises a hand toward the heavens, screams some almost religious chant, and bursts into flame.
But not a normal flame. A silvery white fire that burns without heat, yet with a force that easily slices through his assailants.
As they fall back in pain, their very souls burning with a flame that will not extinguish, Bartelemus slowly rises from the floor. His body is still consumed by brilliant fire, and he strides through his fallen foes toward Milerodo.
Well that’s a nice trick you can do there, but I have seen better in my travels. With out any sign or noise a weird feeling washes over Bartelemus and his flames then slow get smaller until there is no more covering him. He then makes a small movement with his hands. A quick glimpse of a weird aura that radiates magic surrounds Milerodo but this is only seen for a second.
Now come lets see what you can do. He then moves into a ready position for Bartelemus to attack.
"Do you really expect me to throw myself at you? At my age I can no longer afford to be hasty. How do I know if you have something up your proverbial sleeve?"
Bartelemus waves his hands in a complicated pattern, and Milerodo defensive spell begins to pulse with a light blue light.
"See? What did I tell you?"
"Now...to remove it. Kamitswa'hianme Vaknei'gorutua!"
And with that phrase the spell unwinds, flowing back into the web of magic that entwines the universe. But as it does so, Bartelemus speaks again.
"Kebbis'hrunthorut!"
And the tendrils of magic grasp onto Milerodo, slowly draining his magic back into the universe. As his power wanes little by little, he tries to draw it back, but finds that the connection is one way only. Bartelemus bows to the stricken mage, although he does look upset at the other's obvious discomfort.
"I fully expect you to escape, but I think you'll find yourself much weaker than you expected. Having that much power drained can't be pleasant. I apologize profusely for my actions, and I am truly sorry to cause you such discomfort."
"However, this is a battle. I hope you understand, and that you will forgive me."
Milerodo's eyes begin to glow a lighter shade of blue but then begin to turn into a darker color as the wind in the arena begins to pick up. The wind closest to Milerodo moves with strong enough speed to loosen the grip on him then cuts through the tentacles altogether.He looks worn and tired form the amount of magic drain from he body. He then begins to fly more into the air as he say
Please you need not worry about my discomfort for this is a battle and all is forgiven once the battle is over for we need not be enemies out side this battle.
Bartelemus feels the air around him push tighter against his body. The wind begins to push him to the ground as his speed and power increases.
As you can see I need not magic to control the air. I have a natural ability to control air through my studies as I have become part of the element of air. The power of the air again increases as Bartelemus try to push against it.
Bartelemus's breath is labored and painful as the air is forced from his lungs.
"That...was...unexpected. I am...impressed."
He jerkily flicks a wrist upwards and the winds die away. A perfect calm descends over the arena. No wind moves in the doldrums created by his spell.
"I wonder..."
Bartelemus speaks another brief phrase, and the magic within the arena fades and dies. Milerodo feels his bond with the wind lessen, fade, and vanish as all magic is cut off. He looks down in alarm as his elementals fade to nothingness and he plummets to earth, his powers of flight gone. Milerodo hits the ground with a heavy thud.
As he looks up in suprise, he meets Bartelemus's heavy ledger coming the other direction. The metal binding connects squarely with his face, and blood runs freely from what could be a broken nose.
OOC: Sorry this is a lot, but it would take very little time. Since Anti-magic cuts off supernatural abilities as well, all of our powers are currently gone. I altered the spell a bit to also remove the elementals to give Bartelemus a fighting chance. hope this is acceptable...it could be interesting. Two mages fist-fighting for a while.
OOC: Milerodo’s flying ability is not from any form of magic. He can fly because he has become part air elemental because of the elemental savant class. So the anti-magic field would not affect that and he would not have fallen. Instead he would have descended to the ground because he no longer has any magic. The rest I am ok with.
BIC: Milerodo rolls backwards to make room between him and Bartelemus. He then kicks him self of the arena floor and land on his feet. He wipes the blood from his nose but there is to much to wipe it all away.
Well I see you want to fight this way then. I guess I will play this way for a bit.
He then reaches into his robes and pulls out a rod. Then pushes a small button on the side then the rod begins to grow in length until it becomes a spear. He then rushes toward Bartelemus and swings at him the with the grace and speed of the wind itself wind.
Bartelemus quickly realizes he's no match for Milerodo head on. As the halfling charges, Bartelemus thrusts out his tome, deflecting the spearpoint at the last possible moment.
The elderly man then sticks out his foot, attempting to trip the charging mage.
Milerodo notices Bartelemus's leg sticking out but is not able to avoid it becomes of his inept training in physical fighting and the speed he built up form his attack. He falls to the ground and slides a small distance and the spear flies out of his hands towards the edge of the arena.
Dang it I need to watch out for that. Now I am weaponless. I guess her goes nothing.
He again begins to move towards Bartelemus again but this time much slower and careful. Then lifts his fist and readies to swing as he approaches Bartelemus closer.
The blow catches the old man squarely in a very personal spot, and he doubles over in pain. Unfortunately for Milerodo, his height, while allowing him to strike some vulnerable spots, is also a curse. As Bartelemus collapses, his bony chin crashes down directly on the halfling's head.
Sensing his momentary advantage, Bartelemus kicks out with as much force as his frail body can muster.
OOC: Halfling height + punch = BAD. Any Blackendearth...whenever you want, the field fades. It's up to you.
Milerodo unable to dodge the attack take the full force of the kick and it lifted of the group becouse of the halflings unnatural low weight. He land face first into the floor which causes even more blood to come from his nose. He sits on the arena floor for a moment motionless but he then begins to slowly stand while doing so spits up some more blood. Below him a small puddle of blood can be seen.A smile and be seen only slightly as most of his face is covered in blood and dirt. He quickly wipes of the blood on his face on to is now bloody robe.
I am glad a don't have to worry about blood lose anymore for I think that would have done me in by now. I need a new approach. Wait I know what to try.
Milerodo then begins to rush at Bartelemus again but this time he jumps of the ground and begins to fly at Bartelemus with great speed.
OOC: I don't have any problem with the thing being down a little long. It fun to have to magics fight each other fist to fist.
"What is the Nine Hells of Baa--"
Bartelemus's exclamation of suprise is abruptly cut off by the ballistic halfling slamming into his chest, and he cries out in pain.
Thrown backward by the force of the attack, he hits the arena floor with an thud and an audible crack.
"ahh..."
The old man lies prone, struggling to move, and it is glaringly obvious that he is in intense pain. His heavy breathing is raspy and fluid-filled, as though his lungs were filling with blood from some internal injury. His eyes roll back in his head, and he stops moving, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. His weak spine appears to have fractured.
OOC: Blackendearth...please read the PM I sent before responding...
EDIT: Nevermind...ending in place. Sorry to end it early, but it seemed such a great character idea...maybe a rematch sometime?
A startled cry rings out from the shadows, and a pale elf girl, garbed in black, emerges from the one belonging to the aged sage. Black tendrils grab the halfling and fling him aside.
"This fight is OVER! You've done enough to him!"
She stoops down to check his pulse.
"This isn't good. Halfling, I'll be borrowing this."
Syra waves her hand idly, and the short mage's shadow rips from the ground and streaks into Bartlemaeus. You can hear another cracking as his spine shifts back into place. With another wave, her shadow covers them, and sinks into the ground, taking the pair with it.
((To the Chronicles, that is!))
A shadow sweeps over a table, and Syra is there, gazing worriedly at the still form of the aged sage lying on the table.
"Crap. Crap crap CRAP! I need deeper shadows for this...I hope he doesn't mind me doing this."
Syra gathers the shadows in the room into a circular portal, which flashes with a sort of nonlight. You can feel the unholy blight radiating from the portal, and realize with a chill that she's opened a gate to the Negative Energy Plane.
"I am SOOOOOOO going to Hell when I die for this."
The darkness begins to flow from the gate into the elf. She places her hands on Bartlemaeus's forehead, and the energy flows into him.
"This'll have to due until I can get you real healing. Until then, welcome to the ranks of the walking undead."
An erinyes appears atop one of the many bookcases and watches Syra, "Sorcen sent me to heal his scribe, but I have to wait to make sure he is done with his match before I interfere too much." She leaps down to his side and begins chanting with her hands emanating a white aura. "Bartelemus, are you done fighting or should I refrain from healing you for now?"
Bartelemus does not, cannot answer, so the erinyes begins her spell, white light mixing with shadow.
As the energies weave within each other, the books on the shelves grow restless. The books contain strong magic...and yearn to be free. The magic, magic long since bound in place, forcibly trapped in the shelves by Bartelemus, is wild. And as his body fails, so do the wards that hold it in place. Raw word magic, the magic of the written page, fountains out of the shelves and into Bartelemus's frail figure, sustaining his dying body. The library defends its own.
Syra's spell complete, Bartelemus rises as an undead, skin drawn out and pale, his eyes burning with black fire. And then he is engulfed in the library's magic.
Ribbons of paper and glowing letters swirl around Bartelemus's body, basking him in light. Voices of long dead scribes and authors ring throughout the building, quoting fragements of prose and spells of great and terrible power. A cacophony of sound drowns out everything. Every word ever spoken is heard in a single second, and, in that same second, they unite. Every syllable, every noise merges into one sound: The Word, the first spoken thing, the syllable that started the universe moving, reverberates throughout the universe, echoing across the planes, altering the fabric of reality itself.
And then the noise fades away. Bartelemus walks out of the rain of falling pages, whole and renewed. His stride is stronger; his face more alive. Still old and haggard, yet somehow...different. He turns to Syra.
"Syra Kavon, you have my eternal gratitude. I am afraid I have made a fool of myself. I should have heeded your advice. I should not have competed."
"Thank you for your swift aid. I could feel my life slipping away from me, but your spells allowed me to hold onto my soul for just long enough. If there is ever anything I can do to repay you, you need but ask. I am at your service"
Bartelemus bows deeply, a smooth movement that he could never have accomplished before. Then it all fades, and he is once again the ragged, ancient, venerable figure he always was.
But his face is set, and his will is stronger. And Syra alone, close as she is, can barely make out the reflection of unwritten words reflected in his eyes. The man is old and frail, but something lurks within...the magic has bound itself to him. Bartelemus and his library are now one.
"Wow. Well, for starters, can you tell me why you're not groaning and screaming for brains? That influx of negative energy should have made you, well, dead. Or, deadish. Undeadlike. Er...not quite as dead as you should be, but definitively not alive."
Syra slaps herself, and visibly calms down.
"What the hell just happened? There, I said it."
"Me? Scream for brains? Never...I hate the taste.
He smiles, and then becomes somber once more.
"And I could never have lived like that. I could never live as a walking corpse."
"But that is no answer...
You see, when I convinced Sorcen to build this library, I discovered something I had never expected: Books of magic are, in themselves, magical. And magic does not like to be bound to one place. That much magic, in one place, threatened to tear a hole in the plane itself.
I was at the height of my power, and so I was able, at great expense, to hold the library together, to keep it from destroying itself. And thus I exhausted most of my power.
Now, today, you did the one thing that could have saved my life...you brought me here. And your spell, for a time, brought me enough sentience to draw my power back to me. And through that power, I gained enough strength to push back the undeath...for how long, I do not know.
However, in calling my power back, and thier power with it, I appear to have unwilling bound myself to my tomes..."
Milerodo looks at Bartelemus with surprise as he thought that the attack would have not done that much damage to the man but then he remembers how old the man was.
Well, I guess that’s the end of the match then.
Milerodo then folds his hand and begins to mutter a prayer in the language of the air for the old main. He then finishes and say
You where a strong opponent I only wish this did not have to end in death. Rest in peace and may your afterlife be filled with happiness. Milerodo then looks to Sorcen. My battle here has come to a finish. I will a wait your next decision about my next fight. When you have decided it l shall be in the bar.
He stands that for a few seconds just staring at the judges but then begins to leave. As he does he raises his hand in the air and whips it towards the ground and then snaps. Then suddenly two medium sized air elementals appear at his side.
Bartelemus walks jerkily to the center of the arena, where he turns to face Milerodo. He extends his hand in greeting.
"My name is Bartelemus. Apparently we are to commence battle? Pray forgive me if I do not present a sufficient challenge. It has been ages since I have engaged in battle."
Milerodo walks over to Bartelemus and begins to shake his hand.
Hello Bartelemus I am Milerodo and am happy to meet you. I am sure that you will provide a good challange. He then begins to walk back to where he was before Bartelemus entered. Are we ready to begin then Bartelemus?
OOC: Gideon I need to know if Bartelemus is able to see invisble creatures becouse it affects what he see right now.
Bartelemus bows stiffly yet formally.
"Whenever you are, my friend. Don't rush yourself on my account."
OOC: Not at present
Then we shall begin Bartelemus. With that Milerodo makes a quick gesture with his hands that seem to make two complete and different spells. Milerodo release a small ball of what seems to be fire. The ball right past Bartelemus and explodes behind him with what seems to be fire but the flames seem to warp with changing magic as the energy type keeps changing, Only when the “flames” reach Bartelemus do they finally take there form, they “flames” change to destructive sound waves that would send anyone flying if they were to take the full blast of the sound wave.
Right as the Explosive Fireball explodes the two air elementals fly in front of Milerodo and towards Bartelemus. As they fly towards him they pull back there hand hoping that Bartelemus would be knocked towards them from the blast of the fireball.
OOC: Gideon Milerodo has a special feat that allows his spells that do elemental damage to change to an element that you are weakest too. (Fire, Acid, Cold, Electricity, Sonic) I assumed you are weakest to sonic but if I am wrong then just post what you are weakest to so I can change my post.
Bartelemus is blown violently foward by the attack, tumbling head over heels across the arena, where he lands with a sickening thud. Staggering to his feet, he opens his tome, runs a finger quickly down the page, and whispers a brief and sibilant phrase.
The sky opens, pouring radiant light into the arena. A glowing angelic form descends. Hovering in place, holy light shining from its body, it suddenly blurs, striking out with inhuman speed. The glint of sunlight on metal is visible as a blade is drawn, and, in a flurry of wind and motion, one of the oncoming elementals dissolves, split asunder by the celestial's attack.
The other elemental continues fly toward Bartelemus, totally ignoring that his companion was totally destroyed. The elemental swings at Bartelemus with all its force. Right as the elemental swings at Bartelemus four attacks are launched from behind him from two invisible targets that had snuck up behind Bartelemus with out him knowing.
Milerodo looks at the newly entered creature. Let’s just get you out of the way now. He then moves his hand in a swift fluid motion and seems to utter some word but his voice seems to sound like the wind as he speaks. A then points his finger towards the angelic being. A bolt what seems to be lighting shots out from Milerodo’s finger tip towards the creature. Again his magic begins to warp as it approaches its target and then finally takes the form of sound again as it near the angel.
Sensing the creatures behind him at the last moment, Bartelemus turns to face the attack. And then the elemental strikes. Caught between two hostile forces, Bartelemus spins around, confused, and falls again before the onslaught. His ally, dazed, deafened, and bleeding, is unable to help him. Desperate, Bartelemus raises a hand toward the heavens, screams some almost religious chant, and bursts into flame.
But not a normal flame. A silvery white fire that burns without heat, yet with a force that easily slices through his assailants.
As they fall back in pain, their very souls burning with a flame that will not extinguish, Bartelemus slowly rises from the floor. His body is still consumed by brilliant fire, and he strides through his fallen foes toward Milerodo.
Well that’s a nice trick you can do there, but I have seen better in my travels. With out any sign or noise a weird feeling washes over Bartelemus and his flames then slow get smaller until there is no more covering him. He then makes a small movement with his hands. A quick glimpse of a weird aura that radiates magic surrounds Milerodo but this is only seen for a second.
Now come lets see what you can do. He then moves into a ready position for Bartelemus to attack.
"Do you really expect me to throw myself at you? At my age I can no longer afford to be hasty. How do I know if you have something up your proverbial sleeve?"
Bartelemus waves his hands in a complicated pattern, and Milerodo defensive spell begins to pulse with a light blue light.
"See? What did I tell you?"
"Now...to remove it. Kamitswa'hianme Vaknei'gorutua!"
And with that phrase the spell unwinds, flowing back into the web of magic that entwines the universe. But as it does so, Bartelemus speaks again.
"Kebbis'hrunthorut!"
And the tendrils of magic grasp onto Milerodo, slowly draining his magic back into the universe. As his power wanes little by little, he tries to draw it back, but finds that the connection is one way only. Bartelemus bows to the stricken mage, although he does look upset at the other's obvious discomfort.
"I fully expect you to escape, but I think you'll find yourself much weaker than you expected. Having that much power drained can't be pleasant. I apologize profusely for my actions, and I am truly sorry to cause you such discomfort."
"However, this is a battle. I hope you understand, and that you will forgive me."
Milerodo's eyes begin to glow a lighter shade of blue but then begin to turn into a darker color as the wind in the arena begins to pick up. The wind closest to Milerodo moves with strong enough speed to loosen the grip on him then cuts through the tentacles altogether.He looks worn and tired form the amount of magic drain from he body. He then begins to fly more into the air as he say
Please you need not worry about my discomfort for this is a battle and all is forgiven once the battle is over for we need not be enemies out side this battle.
Bartelemus feels the air around him push tighter against his body. The wind begins to push him to the ground as his speed and power increases.
As you can see I need not magic to control the air. I have a natural ability to control air through my studies as I have become part of the element of air. The power of the air again increases as Bartelemus try to push against it.
Bartelemus's breath is labored and painful as the air is forced from his lungs.
"That...was...unexpected. I am...impressed."
He jerkily flicks a wrist upwards and the winds die away. A perfect calm descends over the arena. No wind moves in the doldrums created by his spell.
"I wonder..."
Bartelemus speaks another brief phrase, and the magic within the arena fades and dies. Milerodo feels his bond with the wind lessen, fade, and vanish as all magic is cut off. He looks down in alarm as his elementals fade to nothingness and he plummets to earth, his powers of flight gone. Milerodo hits the ground with a heavy thud.
As he looks up in suprise, he meets Bartelemus's heavy ledger coming the other direction. The metal binding connects squarely with his face, and blood runs freely from what could be a broken nose.
OOC: Sorry this is a lot, but it would take very little time. Since Anti-magic cuts off supernatural abilities as well, all of our powers are currently gone. I altered the spell a bit to also remove the elementals to give Bartelemus a fighting chance. hope this is acceptable...it could be interesting. Two mages fist-fighting for a while.
OOC: Milerodo’s flying ability is not from any form of magic. He can fly because he has become part air elemental because of the elemental savant class. So the anti-magic field would not affect that and he would not have fallen. Instead he would have descended to the ground because he no longer has any magic. The rest I am ok with.
BIC: Milerodo rolls backwards to make room between him and Bartelemus. He then kicks him self of the arena floor and land on his feet. He wipes the blood from his nose but there is to much to wipe it all away.
Well I see you want to fight this way then. I guess I will play this way for a bit.
He then reaches into his robes and pulls out a rod. Then pushes a small button on the side then the rod begins to grow in length until it becomes a spear. He then rushes toward Bartelemus and swings at him the with the grace and speed of the wind itself wind.
Bartelemus quickly realizes he's no match for Milerodo head on. As the halfling charges, Bartelemus thrusts out his tome, deflecting the spearpoint at the last possible moment.
The elderly man then sticks out his foot, attempting to trip the charging mage.
Milerodo notices Bartelemus's leg sticking out but is not able to avoid it becomes of his inept training in physical fighting and the speed he built up form his attack. He falls to the ground and slides a small distance and the spear flies out of his hands towards the edge of the arena.
Dang it I need to watch out for that. Now I am weaponless. I guess her goes nothing.
He again begins to move towards Bartelemus again but this time much slower and careful. Then lifts his fist and readies to swing as he approaches Bartelemus closer.
The blow catches the old man squarely in a very personal spot, and he doubles over in pain. Unfortunately for Milerodo, his height, while allowing him to strike some vulnerable spots, is also a curse. As Bartelemus collapses, his bony chin crashes down directly on the halfling's head.
Sensing his momentary advantage, Bartelemus kicks out with as much force as his frail body can muster.
OOC: Halfling height + punch = BAD. Any Blackendearth...whenever you want, the field fades. It's up to you.
Milerodo unable to dodge the attack take the full force of the kick and it lifted of the group becouse of the halflings unnatural low weight. He land face first into the floor which causes even more blood to come from his nose. He sits on the arena floor for a moment motionless but he then begins to slowly stand while doing so spits up some more blood. Below him a small puddle of blood can be seen.A smile and be seen only slightly as most of his face is covered in blood and dirt. He quickly wipes of the blood on his face on to is now bloody robe.
I am glad a don't have to worry about blood lose anymore for I think that would have done me in by now. I need a new approach. Wait I know what to try.
Milerodo then begins to rush at Bartelemus again but this time he jumps of the ground and begins to fly at Bartelemus with great speed.
OOC: I don't have any problem with the thing being down a little long. It fun to have to magics fight each other fist to fist.
"What is the Nine Hells of Baa--"
Bartelemus's exclamation of suprise is abruptly cut off by the ballistic halfling slamming into his chest, and he cries out in pain.
Thrown backward by the force of the attack, he hits the arena floor with an thud and an audible crack.
"ahh..."
The old man lies prone, struggling to move, and it is glaringly obvious that he is in intense pain. His heavy breathing is raspy and fluid-filled, as though his lungs were filling with blood from some internal injury. His eyes roll back in his head, and he stops moving, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. His weak spine appears to have fractured.
OOC: Blackendearth...please read the PM I sent before responding...
EDIT: Nevermind...ending in place. Sorry to end it early, but it seemed such a great character idea...maybe a rematch sometime?
A startled cry rings out from the shadows, and a pale elf girl, garbed in black, emerges from the one belonging to the aged sage. Black tendrils grab the halfling and fling him aside.
"This fight is OVER! You've done enough to him!"
She stoops down to check his pulse.
"This isn't good. Halfling, I'll be borrowing this."
Syra waves her hand idly, and the short mage's shadow rips from the ground and streaks into Bartlemaeus. You can hear another cracking as his spine shifts back into place. With another wave, her shadow covers them, and sinks into the ground, taking the pair with it.
((To the Chronicles, that is!))
A shadow sweeps over a table, and Syra is there, gazing worriedly at the still form of the aged sage lying on the table.
"Crap. Crap crap CRAP! I need deeper shadows for this...I hope he doesn't mind me doing this."
Syra gathers the shadows in the room into a circular portal, which flashes with a sort of nonlight. You can feel the unholy blight radiating from the portal, and realize with a chill that she's opened a gate to the Negative Energy Plane.
"I am SOOOOOOO going to Hell when I die for this."
The darkness begins to flow from the gate into the elf. She places her hands on Bartlemaeus's forehead, and the energy flows into him.
"This'll have to due until I can get you real healing. Until then, welcome to the ranks of the walking undead."
An erinyes appears atop one of the many bookcases and watches Syra, "Sorcen sent me to heal his scribe, but I have to wait to make sure he is done with his match before I interfere too much." She leaps down to his side and begins chanting with her hands emanating a white aura. "Bartelemus, are you done fighting or should I refrain from healing you for now?"
Bartelemus does not, cannot answer, so the erinyes begins her spell, white light mixing with shadow.
As the energies weave within each other, the books on the shelves grow restless. The books contain strong magic...and yearn to be free. The magic, magic long since bound in place, forcibly trapped in the shelves by Bartelemus, is wild. And as his body fails, so do the wards that hold it in place. Raw word magic, the magic of the written page, fountains out of the shelves and into Bartelemus's frail figure, sustaining his dying body. The library defends its own.
Syra's spell complete, Bartelemus rises as an undead, skin drawn out and pale, his eyes burning with black fire. And then he is engulfed in the library's magic.
Ribbons of paper and glowing letters swirl around Bartelemus's body, basking him in light. Voices of long dead scribes and authors ring throughout the building, quoting fragements of prose and spells of great and terrible power. A cacophony of sound drowns out everything. Every word ever spoken is heard in a single second, and, in that same second, they unite. Every syllable, every noise merges into one sound: The Word, the first spoken thing, the syllable that started the universe moving, reverberates throughout the universe, echoing across the planes, altering the fabric of reality itself.
And then the noise fades away. Bartelemus walks out of the rain of falling pages, whole and renewed. His stride is stronger; his face more alive. Still old and haggard, yet somehow...different. He turns to Syra.
"Syra Kavon, you have my eternal gratitude. I am afraid I have made a fool of myself. I should have heeded your advice. I should not have competed."
"Thank you for your swift aid. I could feel my life slipping away from me, but your spells allowed me to hold onto my soul for just long enough. If there is ever anything I can do to repay you, you need but ask. I am at your service"
Bartelemus bows deeply, a smooth movement that he could never have accomplished before. Then it all fades, and he is once again the ragged, ancient, venerable figure he always was.
But his face is set, and his will is stronger. And Syra alone, close as she is, can barely make out the reflection of unwritten words reflected in his eyes. The man is old and frail, but something lurks within...the magic has bound itself to him. Bartelemus and his library are now one.
"Wow. Well, for starters, can you tell me why you're not groaning and screaming for brains? That influx of negative energy should have made you, well, dead. Or, deadish. Undeadlike. Er...not quite as dead as you should be, but definitively not alive."
Syra slaps herself, and visibly calms down.
"What the hell just happened? There, I said it."
"Me? Scream for brains? Never...I hate the taste.
He smiles, and then becomes somber once more.
"And I could never have lived like that. I could never live as a walking corpse."
"But that is no answer...
You see, when I convinced Sorcen to build this library, I discovered something I had never expected: Books of magic are, in themselves, magical. And magic does not like to be bound to one place. That much magic, in one place, threatened to tear a hole in the plane itself.
I was at the height of my power, and so I was able, at great expense, to hold the library together, to keep it from destroying itself. And thus I exhausted most of my power.
Now, today, you did the one thing that could have saved my life...you brought me here. And your spell, for a time, brought me enough sentience to draw my power back to me. And through that power, I gained enough strength to push back the undeath...for how long, I do not know.
However, in calling my power back, and thier power with it, I appear to have unwilling bound myself to my tomes..."
Milerodo looks at Bartelemus with surprise as he thought that the attack would have not done that much damage to the man but then he remembers how old the man was.
Well, I guess that’s the end of the match then.
Milerodo then folds his hand and begins to mutter a prayer in the language of the air for the old main. He then finishes and say
You where a strong opponent I only wish this did not have to end in death. Rest in peace and may your afterlife be filled with happiness. Milerodo then looks to Sorcen. My battle here has come to a finish. I will a wait your next decision about my next fight. When you have decided it l shall be in the bar.
He stands that for a few seconds just staring at the judges but then begins to leave. As he does he raises his hand in the air and whips it towards the ground and then snaps. Then suddenly two medium sized air elementals appear at his side.
Is it just me, or is Sorcen's Baator pretty much the only thing going on around here?
OOC: Pretty much. Or the next set of things going on are pretty much run as off-shoots of the arena, or by people playing here.
description:The audience notices a frey robed figure in the corner of the arena area. It cannot have been there earlier, yet it feels as if it was always there, and always will be. There seems to be something within the robe, and swirling shadows and darkness inside hint that there may be, but the image presented is never the same, and sometimes, it it hard to tell is there truly is something in there at all.
backstory: not telling you guys yet
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So it's Revlis and me AGAIN?! :lightbulb Why don't we make it a triple threat match or team match? Please?OOC: Steropes, your character sounds somehow familiar...
I wonder what's the english word for kantele...?
Just a suggestion, what do you guys think.
Yeah, in order to avoid repetition, a team match would be great.
Anyway take your time and thanks for the interest in the arena.
Thats fine Kronos, have fun in Hell... That statement seems a bit contradictory doesnt it.
But Caben isn't that important, or influencial. He is simply powerful. Without him, the universe would work just fine. He's simply very, very strong.
Ukinanni now...I'm not sure what she is.
OOC: Actually a team match could work great. LonelyWisp hasnt shown up for awhile so EpicEvokerElf is bound to be getting bored with the wait so how about a team match-up, Svent and Dralix vs Tapio and EpicEvokerElf's character (can't remember his name right now), or any variation of this match setup is fine with me.
Just a suggestion, what do you guys think.
:D Yay! That sounds great. Which thread will it be on?
Say, since LG isn't showing up, have any of ya got chaotic/unnatural/plain wrong characters for the Grey robe thingy to deal with?
On another note, I'm gathering votes to get a Wiz_O to give Gideon the title of board's best diceless roleplayer, who else is voting?
On another note, I'm gathering votes to get a Wiz_O to give Gideon the title of board's best diceless roleplayer, who else is voting?
I wasnt aware how that title thing worked, acually. I dont beleive I could remain a fair judge and vote for him to get the title of best roleplayer so I'll refrain from voting on that, sorry.
On another note, I'm gathering votes to get a Wiz_O to give Gideon the title of board's best diceless roleplayer, who else is voting?
:embarrass Why, thanks You really think so?:embarrass
Personally (not including myself...I don't know where I'd fall) I'd put up Lord Gareth for RPing, and probably Lord Bahamut or Revlis for descriptions.
Gideon, I'm honored. So honored, actually, that I must slay myself to prevent the gods from being offended. Kovaliastraz, ATTACK!
*white dragon eats me. Next words are from the inside of said dragon*
So, anyone wanna have a crack at Valoran? Or Syra could do another match. She has more tricks than summoning to display :D. Then again, Valoran hasn't fought at all, and hes no ordinary warmage, even considering the 'dead' bit.
oh...nevermind. *casts True Ressurection*
We need you, man. Nice to see you're back.
Oh gods, holy power BURNS me! I'm an atheist, it burns, IT BURNS!
Anyway, I'm needed? Really? 'Cause I'm not really anybody, nothin' special. I just likes me some Roleplaying. And evil. No, that pentagram does NOT have a body in it, and that is not a sacrificial altar, Mr. Nosy.
LG, my guy is waiting for kyle, would ya mind showing up?
I wonder what happened to him? Hopefully, soon, we'll find out.
And, cog n taz...thank you very much. I'm honored. :D
Doran sat in the corner of the establishment which gave him a full view of the rest of the regulars. Ordering a mug of ale for himself he settled down to wait, his disguise working perfectly. From under his hood, he glanced around the bar constantly, seeking his informant. Nimbrixion saw him first, and the seemingly worthless broach whispered "Over there, third one from the left, with the cheap brandy."
"Good eyes, as always", Doran muttered; the silver wyrmling had always been more attuned to such things. Without the uttering of a single incantation or movement, he let the magic build and allowed it to embrace the man Nimbrixion had sighted. "We aren't about to lose him this time" he muttered into his cloak again. Soon, the informant left counter and plodded out the door. "Shouldn't we-"
"No, Nimbrixion, it might be susipicious." After a dutiful five minutes Doran, the Silverbrow mage, rusted his wings from under his cloak and left the bar. Catching up to his tipster Doran asked "Now, what is this talk of the Dragonfont?...
OOC First time posting something like this and it is undoubtely flawed in several aspects; please ignore these errors or lapses in judgement.
Here's your
Ank, the description is cool and places him at the Taverne Cycine I'd say. Just edit into that post what he is exactly, following the format mentioned in the first page of this thread or a similar format, or you can PM it to me if you feel you need to keep it a secret for now. Also I noticed there was some confusion as to what the
was for, pretty much whatever you want to use it for. There have been many examples so far, some have made it into a pet, a drinking partner, an advertisement for the arena, etc.Anyway...just a heads up...Caben Duur is back...
Check out the Tavern thread. It took a while to write, so I hope you enjoy it. And Sorcen...don't worry. Cycine was left alive (barely...):D.
OOC: Also I noticed there was some confusion as to what the
Im putting mine (the silver wyrmling) to good use as Dorans dragon familiar. Sorry i missed the official way to post in the first thread so here he is as close as I can get:
Doran, Silverbrow Human, Sorceror(approx. lvl 18)/Pact-Bound Adept/5, Silver Wyrmling familiar, Rod of Absorbtion, Portable Hole, Bag of holding type II, Bronzed cuff (2/day creates brilliant energy whip for five rounds), Dragons Eye Amulet (blindsense out to 30'). Born of draconic heritage and through his acceptance of this power, he twists the lawws of magic to his will; he can cast spells simultaneously, merging their effects into one (supposing he could normally cast those spells in the same turn seperately. Ex. swift action+free action, Free action+standard action, etc.)
Thanks.
EDIT:
Actually...nevermind that. I'm just gonna play it by ear. Respond if you want to.
And crap...Caben's got his hands full...Revlis, Kyle, and the specter...
.second: ...wafflestomp?
third: are we supposed to know why Caben is after Kyle?
And come on!! Everyone vs Caben! We already have about...4-5 people p***** at him...
G'Day to you all.... (no prizes for guessing where I've been) but suffice to say I have returned, and after reading up on the various things that I've missed I'm ready to finally take part, I'm glad everythings still going and it all looks good!!!! (Gideon & Gareth my hats off to you both, your RPing skill leaves the vast majority of us with a lot of work to do, thank you for showing us the light!!!!)
Well I'm ready for battle, the first experiment is still ready and is failry angry due to not being fed for a while, I will say however that its not exactly very powerful, at least not in comparison to most of the rest of you, but its only meant to be a taster anyway, so feel free to kill it in various exciting ways.... the main course is yet to come....
For those of you who've forgotten or weren't there when I arrived I respost my characters arrival and the description of the Triumverates first experiment - I'll spoiler it to save space.
Arrival:
IC:
Another flash of light occurs deep within the stands, no-one pays much attention to it, numerous 'people' have been teleported in and continue to do so, so its nothing new when more do, however some pay more attention when as the light fades there stand three tall Illithids. One steps forward gazing contemptuously around out across the arena and the stands, strange dyes & markings the seem to shiver & twist the eyes of those gazing at them cover his bald, sickening green head. Its body covered with a great cloak, with a cowl that looks to be made from the flesh of many strange, & less strange, creatues. All three hold thick tomes bound in scales, skin & fur in their thin delicate hands. It turns to the others and they seem to converse silently. The second, raises a hand covered in strange metal rings & metal working devices and clicks its fingers. There is a smaller flash of light between the three & a human appears, he seems completely unconcered by what has occured or his current postion and just stands there almost listlessly before the third takes the large necklace hanging from the mans neck in its hands, as Its fingers touch the gem it pulses slightly and something within it seems to stir and writhe within it, like a creature soon to hatch too small for its egg. For a single moment the mans face contorts in pain & horror but then it is gone and he strides forward towards the Judges thrones.
Bowing low before them he says "Good day Lords, my masters wish to know of their purpose here?" (OOC: no need to actually answer this :OOC)
On hearing the reply he continues "Also they ask if there is anywhere out of the way where they may set up their 'equipment' and if there are any limits to their 'inginuity' that you would like them to abide by?"
OOC: Simply put my 'character' is an Illithid Inquisition made up of three wizards (I dont have the material for any suitable prestige classes) specialising in Flesh grafts, Constuct creation & construct graft, and Magic item & weapon creation as appropriate. Their 'experiments' will be taking the field of battle. See you on the field...
IC:
Another flash of light occurs deep within the stands, no-one pays much attention to it, numerous 'people' have been teleported in and continue to do so, so its nothing new when more do, however some pay more attention when as the light fades there stand three tall Illithids. One steps forward gazing contemptuously around out across the arena and the stands, strange dyes & markings the seem to shiver & twist the eyes of those gazing at them cover his bald, sickening green head. Its body covered with a great cloak, with a cowl that looks to be made from the flesh of many strange, & less strange, creatues. All three hold thick tomes bound in scales, skin & fur in their thin delicate hands. It turns to the others and they seem to converse silently. The second, raises a hand covered in strange metal rings & metal working devices and clicks its fingers. There is a smaller flash of light between the three & a human appears, he seems completely unconcered by what has occured or his current postion and just stands there almost listlessly before the third takes the large necklace hanging from the mans neck in its hands, as Its fingers touch the gem it pulses slightly and something within it seems to stir and writhe within it, like a creature soon to hatch too small for its egg. For a single moment the mans face contorts in pain & horror but then it is gone and he strides forward towards the Judges thrones.
Bowing low before them he says "Good day Lords, my masters wish to know of their purpose here?" (OOC: no need to actually answer this :OOC)
On hearing the reply he continues "Also they ask if there is anywhere out of the way where they may set up their 'equipment' and if there are any limits to their 'inginuity' that you would like them to abide by?"
OOC: Simply put my 'character' is an Illithid Inquisition made up of three wizards (I dont have the material for any suitable prestige classes) specialising in Flesh grafts, Constuct creation & construct graft, and Magic item & weapon creation as appropriate. Their 'experiments' will be taking the field of battle. See you on the field...
But a word of warning...unless you're willing to have horrible nasty things happen to your characters, don't participate. Sorcen can revive the dead, and there may be some characters capable of that as well, so I won't be nice.
I'll expect some fatalities...cause Caben's back with a vengance...and up to his full power once more.
EDIT: In response to something Sorcen sent me...this is not about displaying Caben's power. I'm not out to win. I'm simply out to use an idea I've had for a while. So no worries about losing characters, etc. And no worries about losing...I know how its going to end (on my side, at least). Caben Duur will leave the arena, one way or the other. I just want one last truly epic battle.
Welcome back Party_Tricks, We'll put your experiment in battle if you want.
EpicEvokerElf, your match has started and was supposed to carry through to the IC thread but LonelyWisp never showed back up so I figured you could transfer to another match but either way your match is currently in the IC thread.
Nice Sorcen...you got post #666 AND post #777...don't know what that means, but its pretty funny. Anyway...
EDIT: AND #555!
Man, I have been away for just 3 days and already I'm almost forgotten.
I'd vote for Gideon too! Man, I could never write something nearly as good as he does. Gideon is simply The Best! You have no idea how many times I had to just edit this one.
And you went ahead and checked all of them as well? I KNEW I wasn't the only one...but, sadly, I had to go before i could find #111...
Nice to see you back.
And sure...if you have some reason, that would be best. A good character pretty much has one, but its not a random battle...no sane person would fight in this one without a good reason.
But sure. Join the party.
Name: Shiro Kakita
Alignment: Lawful good, (and odds are great that anyone hurling detect spells is stunned for a round...)
Classes: Swashbuckler, Duelist, Warblade, Bladedancer, Monk, Iaijutsu master*
Looks: See ↓
With a small explosion of cedar blocks, a man appears in the arena without any warning whatsoever.
Shiro's face is what you would expect from a fox hengeyokai, namely that of a fox. His muzzle is a lighter white than the rest of his fur. He's got whiskers as well, these are a shining white color, and don't extend more than about four inches. They droop down a little bit near the tips, and seem to shine. Shiro's ears are a creamy gray color, with brilliant blazing orange-ish red tips. Perched high atop his head, and covered in an even finer fur than the rest of him, they shimmer as he walks. The left one is slightly dropped down near the tip, as if giving a sly wink, while the right ear is perked straight up, as if always ready to be on guard
Shiro's jacket, while simple and functional, has a sense of elegance about it, caused by its color and delicate tracery. It is a wondrously rich azure color, which seems to have deepness so great that it looks as if it were a hole one could fall into. Delicately traced and outlined are vague lines of gold, which only serve to further accentuate the azure color, adding softness to it otherwise impossible by sheer color alone.
The way shiro is standing highlights the color of his pants. They are of course silken, and of the highest quality. This can be seen in the exquisite sheen, which seems to flow like water with each and every breath shiro takes, and every movement of his legs. Shiro's pants are a golden color, reminiscent of the rising sun. Towards the crotch of them, they are a bright golden, which fades slowly into a dull glow the further it goes from the crotch. They are also embroidered. Subtle blue lines, suggesting the limitless calm of the winter sky weave together, forming a pattern which combined with the radiating gold shows a scene of a crane in flight.
Shiro breathes deeply, a move which causes his fur to glisten in the hellish light. Short-haired and fine, it's a shining white, as if one took the purest cloud and weaved it into fur. As he breathes, the light seems to dance upon shiro's fur, making it look and roll like a wave of creamy white silk. Shiro's tail is the same color as the rest of his fur, that creamy white, except for the tip of it, which is vivid reddish orange, as if it were a flame placed there by a supreme craftsman. It can be seen waving slowly back and forth behind shiro, looking like nothing more than the planes’ softest pillow. Its movement seems to draw and captivate the eyes, as the fur shines in the light, and flows from place to place, slowly swishing in the baatorian air.
Shiro has a look in his eyes that denotes a calm expression, even during such a heated match as this. His eyes are a brilliant green color, which seem to fairly sparkle with something, whether it be joy, excitement or pure kindness, only shiro knows for certain. Those green eyes are deep, and those who look closer can see tiny flecks of gold therein, which only seems to further deepen those green orbs.
On his left hip, he carries a sheathed blade, whose hilt extends about the length of one of shiro’s hands. The scabbard is a deep lustrous black, which seems to posses enough depth to it to get lost in. On closer inspection, tiny, tiny spots of white light, as if they were diamonds lit aflame sparkle. It’s as if a small portion of the elysian night sky was wrapped about this blade, whose only visible adornment is a small blue tassel at the end of the hilt. As shiro walks, those who can take their eyes of of his shining, rippling fur notice the tassel move in much the same way, only it slowly begins to change color, moving from across the spectrum, into the subtle variations and tints of the ultra violet spectrum.
In a deep, yet silky smooth voice with just a trace of a mysterious accent that fairly dances with warmth and a sense of fun, (which would seem to be quite at odds with his surroundings.) shiro says. “So, this is the place I’ve heard so much about. It’s been a while since I’ve seen both you, and your lady lord sorcen. I trust you and she aren’t still upset over my supposed flirting back at the café?” Shiro grins slyly and adds, “You know, you are quite obviously a man of massive power, and yet you looked at me as if I was an oddity. I find that more than funny, considering the place this is, where foul fumes and remnants of corruption mingle with the iron fisted grasp of tyranny and uncompromising rule; all of this, to contribute to the most deadly group of beings every to come from the planes, the baatorians.”
Shiro’s eyes fairly glimmer with amusement. “And of course, I am an oddity.”
Personality: Shiro is an odd mixture of wise man and eager warrior, all tempered by an everlasting respect and sense of compassion for others. He's from what would be considered a modified rokugan setting, and has managed to get into position as the head of a great clan. Also, while he knows very well that his strength is quite epic, he never heads straight for the kill, preferring to allow the opponent time to learn and grow as a warrior, at least until the knockout.
Abilities As an epic character, with quite a number of classes, shiro has a lot of abilities, however he tends to rely most heavily upon his fighting abilities, and the extreme speed he gains from being a blade dancer, also, he wears no armor whatsoever, the better to deal with obnoxious casters. Trusting in his speed, agility, and sheer expertise to keep him safe, shiro blazes through battles, never stopping in one spot for too long. My question here is.... how best to handle some of the manuevers, such as my favorite one, Time Stands Still?
Equipment Shiro hates carrying a lot of stuff, so he travels light, including magic items. He currently carries only his magic sword, a ring of universal elemental immunity,*
an enchanted tail spike, a pair of sandals of speed, and of course his favored Robe of Daggers.
A glimpse at shiro’s past, for those with ample time on their hands.
Shiro was born to a noble mother, sired by a noble father, into a noble house. Of course, that has little to do with him, merely his parents. Shiro, unlike his parents, had no interest in the politics and maneuverings of noble life. No, his calling was to be found with the blade. He took up the way of the blade, without a teacher, and without any guidance. He got good too, progressing at a pace far beyond the norm. In only 20 years, as opposed to the standard 50, he had managed to get to the point of unity with his weapon. Once he had reached that mark, he was soon able to beat any of his parent’s guards, as well as all of his friends. He was happy with this strength he had for some time, at least until he met a man of real skill, one who stood up against all odds, even when he was outnumbered by scores. As he watched in awe, too afraid to even move, this one lone man, and a human at that slew them all. As the man turned to leave, shiro leaped out from his hiding place, and boldly demanded a match with this man. The man only sighed wearily, and reached for his blade, taking up a stance that was like a coiled dragon. Shiro leaped forwards, only to slash nothing but air. The next thing he knew, he had a blade sticking out of his chest. As he stood there, lifeblood pouring from his chest, and transfixed by the blade and stunned at his own weakness; shiro realized that he would die there, and only mourned his lack of experience. As he began to black out, he felt a burning sensation, and a kick to his back. After what seemed to be only a minute, the world returned to him, only he was no longer at home, and in what seemed to be a massive crystalline cave, tinged slightly blue with a mist that carried the lingering scent of roses and lotus flowers. As shiro moved to get up, he heard a voice he recognized from earlier, and turned to face his “captor.” It was none other than the man who had almost killed him earlier. Upon the exchanging of words, shiro came to the understanding that he would be this man’s slave for however long it took to pay him back for saving his life, and that he would never seen the sun again until his service was done. Years of training later, while shiro was still young and strong, but his “captor” was growing old and feeble, shiro struck a blow that his master had always been able to deflect before, but this time, he failed to do so, and died, smiling proudly on the end of his student’s sword. Taking up his masters blade, and bidding one last look back at his place of confinement, then stepped out into the sun, squinting at the brightness of it. Taking up his sword, and his new outlook on life he set back home, trying to make up for lost time, only to discover that in his absence, his parents had simply had another child, and he was now only an afterthought to them. (There is a LOT more to this, but I don’t really feel like detailing all of it right now. All you need to know is that he’s mighty, he swings a sword, and that he has an overriding hatred of marriliths, which thankfully are tannari, and not to be found in baator.))
for joining. I was wondering when you'd join in here. Nice character, enjoy your stay, stay tuned and pipe in when you see an opening for a match. Ank and PartyTricks can have a match in the 1st IC thread now if you'd like. LonelyWisp disappeared and theres only one match going on there right now so begin whenever you like.
"So this is the battle royale I have heard so much about." He bows low before everone here, "Hello, my name is Lafali Lathi."
OOC: What he is.
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Name: Lafali Lathi, Keeper of the Twelth Gate, Lord of the Moon
Alignment: Lawful Good
Race: Oriental Gold Dragon
Classes: Keeper of the Moon, Daiyoukai Warlord
Looks: A tall daiyoukai. He is around 6'6", wearing a flowing golden kimono. Wrapped around his waist is a sash of silk, shaded like the twilight sky. In the sash resides his dia-sho. His hair is silver and his eyes are sky blue. Across his right cheek is a marking, shape of a golden cresent moon. His right hand is wrapped in white bandages. The moni he is wearing is that of an golden dragon across a black cloud.
Equipment: None, when Syra destoryed Endless Night, the other two was destoryed as well.
Abilities: Master of the Rilynnathem school of combat, also very good at elemental magic and master in mist magic.
Name: Lafali Lathi, Keeper of the Twelth Gate, Lord of the Moon
Alignment: Lawful Good
Race: Oriental Gold Dragon
Classes: Keeper of the Moon, Daiyoukai Warlord
Looks: A tall daiyoukai. He is around 6'6", wearing a flowing golden kimono. Wrapped around his waist is a sash of silk, shaded like the twilight sky. In the sash resides his dia-sho. His hair is silver and his eyes are sky blue. Across his right cheek is a marking, shape of a golden cresent moon. His right hand is wrapped in white bandages. The moni he is wearing is that of an golden dragon across a black cloud.
Equipment: None, when Syra destoryed Endless Night, the other two was destoryed as well.
Abilities: Master of the Rilynnathem school of combat, also very good at elemental magic and master in mist magic.
. Is your character what I'm thinking, my memory of Inuyasha is quite rusty but I beleive you're talking about the the dog demons of that movie when you say daiyoukai? BIC: Sorcen nods in comfirmation when the being asks if this is the arena, "Welcome Lafali Lathi, I am Sorcen Anenooata and this is indeed the arena in which you seek. Enjoy your stay and we will get you signed up for a match as soon as we can."
Lafali laugh and lifts his bandage hand, "I am still recovering from my match with shiro in Gareths Arena. Endless Night has it side effects, if its not a problem may I just watch for right now?"
BIC: Sorcen nods, "Of course you may rest up and watch the matches. Theres the Taverne if you'd liek to visit it and just let me know whenever you feel up to a match."
The Map of The Planes
Dont worry it can be confusing sometimes.
EDIT: Moved here: Sorcen's Baator's Character Roster
Just helping to make the old roster obsolete! :D
The post above was edited by the group to prevent ninja's from editing said posts. Please move along, nothing to see here.OOC
Alright, it's been a long time coming (internet issues), but he's finally arriving. My baddest-assed nonprimal. The Mastah Killah. Preeeeeeeeeeeeeesenting....
Lord Gareth the Cold.
Human Deathknight
Possesions: Gareth wears an archaic suit of +2 Plate Mail of Ease. Additionally, his helmet grants him a True Seeing effect. His greatest possesion, however, is his Runeblade, Soulreaver. Soulreaver has one, singular enchantment; no force, god, man, or otherwise, can stop it from cutting. No material capable of existing in this multiverse or the Far Realms is capable of stopping the blade once it starts. Its slash can cut magical effects as well; thus, it is pointless to Imprison him, for one example.
Special: Gareth was once a Death Knight under Ner'Zul, the Lich King (yes, THAT Lich King. Yes, THAT universe). His special status has given him absolute power over Frost and Cold. His powers of ice are literally godlike; there's little he can't do. At all times, an aura of frost projects from him, steadily freezing the ground around him. Standing near Gareth is physically painful and damaging; the air near him is somewhere around -200 degrees Farenhieght. Additionally, Gareth can use a Death Coil once an hour. Lastly, Gareth can Animate Dead once a day.
Lord Gareth the Cold.
Human Deathknight
Possesions: Gareth wears an archaic suit of +2 Plate Mail of Ease. Additionally, his helmet grants him a True Seeing effect. His greatest possesion, however, is his Runeblade, Soulreaver. Soulreaver has one, singular enchantment; no force, god, man, or otherwise, can stop it from cutting. No material capable of existing in this multiverse or the Far Realms is capable of stopping the blade once it starts. Its slash can cut magical effects as well; thus, it is pointless to Imprison him, for one example.
Special: Gareth was once a Death Knight under Ner'Zul, the Lich King (yes, THAT Lich King. Yes, THAT universe). His special status has given him absolute power over Frost and Cold. His powers of ice are literally godlike; there's little he can't do. At all times, an aura of frost projects from him, steadily freezing the ground around him. Standing near Gareth is physically painful and damaging; the air near him is somewhere around -200 degrees Farenhieght. Additionally, Gareth can use a Death Coil once an hour. Lastly, Gareth can Animate Dead once a day.
Valoran Galastini, the Butcher of the Sword Coast (Warmage/Keeping other a secret for now). Currently: A Ghost
Lord Gareth the Cold, Death Knight (Fighter/Ex-Death Knight/Cleric/Paladin). Currently: In the bar
And there are alot of characters waiting for a battle. I'll try and put a list if I have a chance today.
Anyway, I updated the character listing and the matches and then I remembered where I left Siveleth at, I added him to a team match but then I didnt get an ok on it so I accidentally forgot about it and went ahead with a match between Doran and 6%9. Hope theres no hard feelings about that, I have you guys reserved for the next match after Doran vs 6%9 finish.
Heres a reposting of the current matches, just speak up and let me now for reservations for matches so I can add them in. I'll look through and see if I missed any momentarily.
Current Practice Matchups:
First IC Thread-
-----------Socks vs Milerodo
-----------Doran vs The Triumvirate Illithidae's Experiment 6%9
----Next Matches-
-----------Svent and Dralix vs Tapio and Siveleth
Secondary IC Thread-
-----------Anthar vs Septimus
-----------Ukinanni vs. Siventarr
----Next Matches-
-----------
Oh well.Name: Lafali Lathi, Keeper of the Twelth Gate, Lord of the Moon
Alignment: Lawful Good
Race: Oriental Gold Dragon
Classes: Keeper of the Moon, Daiyoukai Warlord
Looks: A tall daiyoukai. He is around 6'6", wearing a flowing golden kimono. Wrapped around his waist is a sash of silk, shaded like the twilight sky. In the sash resides his dia-sho. His hair is silver and his eyes are sky blue. Across his right cheek is a marking, shape of a golden cresent moon. His right hand is wrapped in white bandages. The moni he is wearing is that of an golden dragon across a black cloud.
Equipment: Moon Whisper, +5 Katana of Brilliant Energy, Merciful. Morning Light, +4 Wakizashi of Spell Reflecting, Defending. Endless Night, +8 No-dochi of Speed, Axiomatic, Vicious.
Abilities: Master of the Rilynnathem school of combat, also very good at elemental magic and master in mist magic.
Perhaps Lafali and Shiro could fight in a match soon.
At the moment we have two official games going on, and a minor disturbance, so until thou hast an opponent presented, thou must like to enter the taverne and wait hence."
Roran Kastaneth Human Wizard 1
Neutral Good
Roran is Anthar's son, and does not know that his father is being possesed by Erythnul. He thinks that his father is still the paladin he used to be. Roran is headstrong, and is quick to exact vengeance on anyone who insults him or his family.
Mysterious Hooded Man ??? ???? ??
Who knows, he's mysterious!!
Due to my busy life, my attendance on these boards is going to suffer this winter/spring. I will only be available for special requests, but I will watch the boards, so I will notice them if they come up. Anyway...
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
A little early, but what the hey.
From:
-Gideon Gideonson
-Ukinanni, Lady of Dreams
-Bartelemus the Archivist
-Caben Duur...yes, even Caben Duur puts on a festive Santa hat...and we don't even need to buy him a red outfit! (The beard does look a little odd on him, though, and he skinned and ate the reindeer...that was hard to explain to my little cousins...)
[i]Ho, Ho, Ho...what does the foolish mortal creature desire for its so-called festive holiday?[/i]
Its fine man dont worry about, just post whenever you can. Nice touch with Caben Durr as Santa, interesting concept there. Merry Christmas to you too my friend.
Anyway, Sorcen do you want me to PM you with Tyrion's new gear? I've been thinking about it and I think I've got a complete list.
Anyway, allow me to introduce Teiresias.
BIC: A cloaked figure led by a small boy slowly makes its way into Sorcen's Baator. Both the cloak and the boy are filthy, covered from head to toe in a thick layer of dirt that could only occur from years of traveling. The cloak is also thick with the color and stench of blood. A quiet voice comes from the cloak.
"Go on now, boy. This is where your service to me ends. Go home. Pass on everything you have been taught, and your legacy will live on for eons."
As the boy turns to leave, the voice speaks again:
""Hippocrates, remember: peace...above all else."
Once the boy is out of sight, the man removes his cloak. A thin wiry man in ancient robes stands in Sorcen's arena. His eyes, ones that have cried a million tears, are nothing but dull, gray useless orbs. His hands, ones that have healed a million wounds, are wrinkled, worn, and calloused. Around his neck is a worn wooden sun disk, one that has allowed him to pray a million prayers. He looks around despite his blind eyes.
"Ahh, yes...it is only fitting that I spend the remainder of my days in a place of such violence and pain.
Teiresias, the high priest of Pelor, and the apostle of peace, has arrived.
OOC: As in accordance with the Vow of Poverty feat required for the Apostle of Peace, Teiresias has no equipment aside from his sun disk and the clothes on his back.
Thats a nice character there Revlis. Its a shame to have you unable to post for awhile as well. I like the name although Tyresius is a better spell for it in my opinion. ;) I assume hes human?
Glad to see you're well read.
and both are undead fanatics (Siventarr is an undead... and he has yet to show his darker side... :evillaugh). What do you think?Dawnlight: +8 keen flaming and icy burst vorpal brilliant energy speed katana
Dawnlight was a gift to Tyrion from a powerful Celestial lord. Its blade runs through the colors of the dawn, from the deep purple of the sun below the horizon to the blinding yellow-white as it crests the horizon. It allows Tyrion (and only Tyrion) to channel a blast of blinding flame and light that can burn holes in just about anything. Alternatively, Tyrion can use a fireball type effect with a 40ft. radius that deals 20d6 damage, half fire and half light. The damage from the light cannot be reduced by any means.
Whiteoak: +3 holy undead bane quarterstaff of disruption
Whiteoak was created by Tyrion after his first moment of mental enlightenment. Tyrion achieved his powers through intense meditation and mental exercises. After becoming an enlightened being, the first thing Tyrion touched was a fallen oak branch. It transformed into Whiteoak in a blast of white energy, and Tyrion has carried it with him ever since. Tyrion can channel a destruction effect through Whiteoak whenever he hits an undead creature.
Sunfire: +4 flaming burst brilliant energy distance returning shuriken
Sunfire is a powerful weapon that Tyrion found in his travels across the planes. Upon striking its target, it explodes in an eruption of fire 10ft. in diameter. This explosion causes 10d6 damage to the target. :OOC
BIC: A blast of light blinds the judges for a moment as a doorway opens in the air. Bright white light pours from it, and the judges can see a silhouette of a man coming towards the door. Finally a man steps through the door, and the judges immeidately recongize him, though he is changed. Tyrion stands taller now; how, the judges are not sure. He just seems bigger. A deep blue robe wraps around his chest, and then is tucked into white pants held up by a green belt. A yellow sash crosses his chest, where a red tinged steel shuriken rests half-sticking out of the folds. The glowing white staff still sticks up from his shoulder, and his other gear is still aparrent. But now a long, slender katana is thrust through his belt. The sheath is simple black leather, but several runes made from beaten gold grace the sheath in a line along its length. The judges read the runes (in Draconic, I'm sure at least one of you can read that) to say, "Let the Dawn chase away the Darkness". The clothes seem to be a little gaudy for the lawful good monk, but that is all that is out of the ordinary. His weathered features look less aged, and his wiry frame seems to be able to pack even more of a punch, of that was possible. Tyrion's golden eyes focus on the judges. "My apologies for my absence, noble overlords. I was meditating on my recent victories and how I won, and what I could have done better. I have found several downfalls in my tactics, which I have corrected. Thus, I have returned. I will await my opponent in your tavern." He bows, and waits for the judges' response. :BIC
OOC: So there's the new Tyrion. I also have an idea for another character, but three is too many for now. Later, can I add another character, Sorcen? Also Lord Gareth, is Valoran evil? I'm assuming so from his description and that he's a ghost.
2. Yeah, Valoran is evil. As a matter of fact, here's what people say when they cast Detect Evil near him:
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!
And he is, indeed, a ghost.
thing so as to return the thread to its normal and easier to
view size, then I would be quite grateful.
Looks good Lord Bahamut, Yeh three seems to be a good limit
on characters so keep that idea in mind for when you need
a new character.
OOC: Nope I doubt I recognize him from that, I'm not coordinated to play video games so I've never really bothered with them, I think its just the scene I get in my head from your description over in the Caben battle thread, all those cloaked figures coming down from teh skies casting spells with your guy leading them, it just seems familiar and awesome.
Oh that... I just thought that since there is a such über-powered maniac like Caben Duur rampaging, I thought that it needed something like the BG2's first great battle between the Cowled Wizards (Actually this did not inspire the Robed Mages. I actually created the organisation long before BG2 came out (Don't give me that, I know you just said "yea right")) and Jon Irenicus.
Yeh future tech is fine, I have my NPC vamp dwarf Butcher running around with his guns and custom bullets around here somewhere so its feasible to do futuristics stuff here.
Black and crimson flames begin to trace sigils of transportation in the middle of the lobby room. As the assorted demons and devils back away, the symbols start to glow and spit flames in all diretions. Finally, the flames make a circle around the symbols, and the entire thing becomes a black-and-red pillar of flame. When it clears, a large, imposing figure steps out. Covered in whipping tongues of flame and a wreath of dark smoke, a Jet black, 4 metre tall skeleton walks out of the circle.
It is clad in a blood red burning breastplate, and wields a greatsword, black as night itself. Walking slowly over to Sorcen, it speaks in a rasping voice. "Well then, I have answered your summons, and I am here. Who do you wish for me to fight first? Immortality doesn't come with patience, so be swift with your choice."
Karun'thek has come to the arena.
((wheeee! New ebil character! This is three chars total now, as the sphere is pretty much gone, but I will lose one before long, making space for Wresh.))
I'm not sure what happened with the Socks vs Milerodo match, they both just sort of disappeared, but thats understandable and we must remain patient in the holiday season where people travel and are busy. Anyway when one of the matches in IC1 finishes then We'll have the Svent and Dralix vs Tapio and Siveleth match.
New Guy
Yurralar Spiritbane
Personality: Yurralar is somewhat volatile, exploding into action if he hears an insult to his clan or values. He considers righteousness a waste of time, but though he cares little for morals, he will keep an oath to his deathbed and beyond. He is knowledgeable about a variety of topics and will share his knowledge if asked. Preferring to shield his work in a veil of mysticism, few living people know the extent of his studies into the realm of the spirits. Depending on the vestiges he has bound, Yurralar's personality may vary greatly.
History: Yurralar is a dwarf-blooded human raised by a dwarven clan to whom he shows fierce loyalty. He was exiled from his orthodox clan at the age of 11 for practising the forbidden form of Pact Magic. He wandered for many years, owning nothing but his clothes, a few basic survival necessities, and a grimoire of Pact Magic. When he came across a traveling gnome named Tamsin Cutterbuck, his life changed for the better. Tamsin took pity on the poor human and brought him to her stronghold, leaving him to study in the Hidden Library. Seven years later, he had surpassed even Tamsin in his prowess with Binding. After a brief coming-of-age ceremony, he was turned out into the world to survive. With the aid of the Theurgians, Tamsin's group, Yurralar began to build a very small network of apprentice Binders, a cabal. When the Order of Seropaenes attacked, his students were slaughtered and he was thrust through a portal, landing in Sorcen's Arena.
Appearance: Yurralar is a tall, tan-skinned man with dark brown hair. He walks slightly hunched and leans on a staff that on closer examination appears to be a lance. He wears a flowing cloak in dark red, accessorized by several silver symbols; seals of the vestiges he is bound to. His fingers bear a pair of rings; one carved from obsidian, the other platinum with a ruby inset. His head is crowned by a thin gold circlet in stylized horn shapes, matching the curled horns growing from his head. Hanging around his neck is a silver filigreed pentacle. Depending on which vestiges he has bound, he may bear any of the following signs: Curled ram's horns*, fang-like canine teeth*, a red- or green- scaled hand*, stony skin, palms on the back of his hands (like a raksasha), dark, cold, clawlike nails*, and/or a constant shadow. An asterisk marks a common sign.
Pertinent Statistical Notes: Yurralar is an epic-level binder (Tome of Magic) with around 10 vestiges bound at a time. This is due to an epic feat that gives binders an extra vestige. His chief weapons are claws, teeth, and a head butt when in melee. For actual weapons, Yurralar carries Valarim, a +8 valorous flaming icy shocking caustic blast holy unholy axiomatic heavy lanve of wounding. He wears Savnok's Armor, courtesy of the vestige, once again with an epic progression. He also bears a cloak of charisma with varied other powers, two magic rings, a circlet of some sort, and an amulet.
Personality: Yurralar is somewhat volatile, exploding into action if he hears an insult to his clan or values. He considers righteousness a waste of time, but though he cares little for morals, he will keep an oath to his deathbed and beyond. He is knowledgeable about a variety of topics and will share his knowledge if asked. Preferring to shield his work in a veil of mysticism, few living people know the extent of his studies into the realm of the spirits. Depending on the vestiges he has bound, Yurralar's personality may vary greatly.
History: Yurralar is a dwarf-blooded human raised by a dwarven clan to whom he shows fierce loyalty. He was exiled from his orthodox clan at the age of 11 for practising the forbidden form of Pact Magic. He wandered for many years, owning nothing but his clothes, a few basic survival necessities, and a grimoire of Pact Magic. When he came across a traveling gnome named Tamsin Cutterbuck, his life changed for the better. Tamsin took pity on the poor human and brought him to her stronghold, leaving him to study in the Hidden Library. Seven years later, he had surpassed even Tamsin in his prowess with Binding. After a brief coming-of-age ceremony, he was turned out into the world to survive. With the aid of the Theurgians, Tamsin's group, Yurralar began to build a very small network of apprentice Binders, a cabal. When the Order of Seropaenes attacked, his students were slaughtered and he was thrust through a portal, landing in Sorcen's Arena.
Appearance: Yurralar is a tall, tan-skinned man with dark brown hair. He walks slightly hunched and leans on a staff that on closer examination appears to be a lance. He wears a flowing cloak in dark red, accessorized by several silver symbols; seals of the vestiges he is bound to. His fingers bear a pair of rings; one carved from obsidian, the other platinum with a ruby inset. His head is crowned by a thin gold circlet in stylized horn shapes, matching the curled horns growing from his head. Hanging around his neck is a silver filigreed pentacle. Depending on which vestiges he has bound, he may bear any of the following signs: Curled ram's horns*, fang-like canine teeth*, a red- or green- scaled hand*, stony skin, palms on the back of his hands (like a raksasha), dark, cold, clawlike nails*, and/or a constant shadow. An asterisk marks a common sign.
Pertinent Statistical Notes: Yurralar is an epic-level binder (Tome of Magic) with around 10 vestiges bound at a time. This is due to an epic feat that gives binders an extra vestige. His chief weapons are claws, teeth, and a head butt when in melee. For actual weapons, Yurralar carries Valarim, a +8 valorous flaming icy shocking caustic blast holy unholy axiomatic heavy lanve of wounding. He wears Savnok's Armor, courtesy of the vestige, once again with an epic progression. He also bears a cloak of charisma with varied other powers, two magic rings, a circlet of some sort, and an amulet.
Hope to be back soon (I have time to post, but not to post well...and I need new ideas).
-Gideon
Also I'll be gone most of today and tomorrow.
A slight breeze moves through the arena, carrying with it little shards of ice and a sound...soon you realize it is music, a mourning, infinitely sad tune. A tinkling of glass, and then, you see it-- a figure, clad in icy white robes, a body carved of perfectly smooth glass. A violin in hand, and a glass rapier in a sheath, tears cover the face and robes.
Merithale has come to the arena.
A sad, resigned sigh echoes around the area. "I see the music has brought me here...of all the places, I suppose I have no choice. Well then, who here will do battle with me? I do not wish to, but the music...and this sword, demand it."
((yeah, infringing mildly and unintentionally on ayik's territory here with the music theme, I know. But really it's only one of many aspects of this guy))
Congratulations, Lord Bahamut. And that's pretty cool. Of all my characters, Ukinanni is the one least concerned with winning. Thanks for the ruling Sorcen.
Thanks, Gideon. But I think your charater ideas are much better then mine. Siventarr was pretty much opposite of Ukinanni, then. For him, winning is everything. In his eyes, if you don't win, you lose, and losing is failure. Siventarr has never (in his eyes, maybe not in Heironneus's, heh) failed at anything in his long life.
Sorry about forgetting, Gideon. I saw that Sorcen was chatting with the other judges a couple days ago so I though our battle was over. Plus my life is really busy.
Also, I would like to introduce my new character, maybe today or tomorrow.
pretty much, yes. thanks sorcen.
A slight breeze moves through the arena, carrying with it little shards of ice and a sound...soon you realize it is music, a mourning, infinitely sad tune. A tinkling of glass, and then, you see it-- a figure, clad in icy white robes, a body carved of perfectly smooth glass. A violin in hand, and a glass rapier in a sheath, tears cover the face and robes.
Merithale has come to the arena.
A sad, resigned sigh echoes around the area. "I see the music has brought me here...of all the places, I suppose I have no choice. Well then, who here will do battle with me? I do not wish to, but the music...and this sword, demand it."
((yeah, infringing mildly and unintentionally on ayik's territory here with the music theme, I know. But really it's only one of many aspects of this guy))
^That was all that was posted on Merithale. The stats are preferable and should at least be PMed to me if you are worried about metagaming but you should also trust your fellows not to do such things. Try not to argue about such things EpicEvokerElf, but cog_and_taz, if you would be so kind, either PM me the stats or post them here, thank you.
Also ayik's should be Arik's. ;)
oh well.
I doubt I will be participating any further, so you can remove Arik from the list of combatants if it so pleases you.
After this, can Yurralar fight something or someone?
After this, can Yurralar fight something or someone?
Tapio perhaps?
Sorcen
In all honesty, I'm not surprised. The guy's dead, for the third time!. On a more personal ote though, I'm happy with what I managed to achieve with this guy. However, I'm noticing a disturbing tendecy to retire/kill off my characters for the best endings.
It's been a long time since I even LOOKED at the battle royale. . .
oh well.
I doubt I will be participating any further, so you can remove Arik from the list of combatants if it so pleases you.
OOC: I'll leave Arik around and on the character listing as a history at least, he was a good character and we enjoyed having you, sorry to see you go but its understandable. See ya around friend.
Anthar vs Septimus and Ukinanni vs Siventarr
Anthar comes riding into the arena on his nightmare. He looks around, looking for his opponent, and not finding him, he centers himself on the battlefield and begins to wait.
Septimus enters the arena. This time, instead of his staff, he's carrying a small box. His cloak looks different.
"I trust you are ready to fight? If not, too bad!" With that, Anthar charges up to Septimus, swinging his bastard sword viciously at his head.
A force field is in Anthar's way.
There is an explosion of fire high in the air, and something comes hurtling down to the arena floor. There is another explosion as whatever fell slams into the arena floor, blasting a crater deep into the ground. A scarred, blackened hand reaches up over the lip of the crater, and weakly pulls out a surprising sight. A Solar celestial, burned and blackened, steps out from the dust. In his hand is a shining greatsword, the blade made from a silvery metal and the hilt mae to look like black flame. Runes are carved onto the blade, and wink and shine malevolently. The sword glows breifly, and the Solar's wounds heal, leaving him standing up straight once more. The audience gets its first good look at him then. His green skin is swirled with black, and his eyes are blood red. His wings seem to have lost some of their feathers, and scales can be seen in the places where the feathers are missing. His fingernails end in long, sharp claws. He looks around the arena, and slips his magnificent sword back into its blue-leather sheath. A longbow can be seen peeking up from behind his shoulder, and a quiver of arrows hangs from a belt at his waist. A voice speaks telepathically to Sorcen as the corrupted Solar looks toward the judge.
So, I have heard about this place. I am Siventarr. Who am I to fight? He sneers at the two combatants in the arena already as he flies up to Sorcen. Humans? Ha! Humans are the weakest of all the creatures the gods made! Even a lowly dretch could kill a human!
"Huh? What's this, then?"
As Siventarr speaks, the arena darkens until only the glowing eyes of the fiendish audience are visible. Then, from above, a brilliant purple light tears the air apart.
The bolt flashes down, striking the exact center of the gaping crater. Earth and stone shatter instantly, and the lightning continues downward, splitting the earth asunder. Further and further the chasm widens and deepens, extruding such utter blackness that the darkness seems light in comparison.
The arena is completely shrouded: nothing is visible. Then, with a sound like the creation of the universe, a swirling white mist rises from the crevase. Planets, suns, and galaxies swirl into being, stretching onward forever, as if the arena had ceased to exist.
Each spectator feels themselves leave their bodies, as their conscious flies into the storm of creation. The spirits fly through the void, to the very center of the multiverse.
At its heart, the light brightens. The spirits break through the dark, into crystal clear water, and continue on, rushing through rivers, lakes, and oceans, emerging in a spary of mist, running through forests, and over fields, until, finally, in the center of a dark jungle, they come to a rest.
A small hut sits in the center of a clearing, torches burning in the ground around it. The spectator's consciousness enters, pushing aside the hide covering over the entrance. Within, floating above the ground, is a woman. Sitting in the lotus position, her dark black skin streaked with white paint, her robes, hair, and bead and bone charms flying wildly around her, she looks asleep.
Then, her eyes open, revealing deep pools of oblivion. The spirit falls into the gaze, and the world returns.
Floating before the judge's stand is the woman. She does not speak, but the words register, as if she had spoken.
Humans may be weak, mortal. But do not underestimate them. They have something many do not. They have ambition beyond the other races. They have me. And that makes them strong.
For I am the Dreamer.
Anthar: "Intent on interupting our battle eh? I'll take you all on!"
Ukinanni looks down on Anthar with great distain.
No, foolish creature. You are hasty and unthinking, but that does not make me wish to destroy you. Return to your insignificant battle, and leave us be.
Anthar: "Unthinking? I'm only unthinking because I know I could easily turn you into a corpse!"
The tall woman merely laughs at Anthar's comment, her voice ringing like a chorus of bells.
You? Kill me? Not likely, mortal. Now, return to your little games.
Ukinanni turns, without seeming to move, and faces the newcomer.
You look...familiar. Who are you? I have seen you before, I believe.
Finally, she returns her gaze to Sevintarr.
So mortal...it begins. Make your move.
Septimus casts a very quick spell on his throat, which makes his voice sound like a jeering crowd.
"BOO! GO AWAY! WE DON"T WANT YOU HERE!"
Anthar makes a few quick gestures, and all of a sudden, time stops. He casts another spell that attempts to destroy the wall of force, and then he once again charges after Septimus as time resumes it's normal course.
And why not? I was chosen to do battle with this demonic mortal. Do you deny me that chance? By all means continue your little game.
Anthar comes riding into the arena on his nightmare. He looks around, looking for his opponent, and not finding him, he centers himself on the battlefield and begins to wait.
Septimus enters the arena. This time, instead of his staff, he's carrying a small box. His cloak looks different.
"I trust you are ready to fight? If not, too bad!" With that, Anthar charges up to Septimus, swinging his bastard sword viciously at his head.
A force field is in Anthar's way.
There is an explosion of fire high in the air, and something comes hurtling down to the arena floor. There is another explosion as whatever fell slams into the arena floor, blasting a crater deep into the ground. A scarred, blackened hand reaches up over the lip of the crater, and weakly pulls out a surprising sight. A Solar celestial, burned and blackened, steps out from the dust. In his hand is a shining greatsword, the blade made from a silvery metal and the hilt mae to look like black flame. Runes are carved onto the blade, and wink and shine malevolently. The sword glows breifly, and the Solar's wounds heal, leaving him standing up straight once more. The audience gets its first good look at him then. His green skin is swirled with black, and his eyes are blood red. His wings seem to have lost some of their feathers, and scales can be seen in the places where the feathers are missing. His fingernails end in long, sharp claws. He looks around the arena, and slips his magnificent sword back into its blue-leather sheath. A longbow can be seen peeking up from behind his shoulder, and a quiver of arrows hangs from a belt at his waist. A voice speaks telepathically to Sorcen as the corrupted Solar looks toward the judge.
So, I have heard about this place. I am Siventarr. Who am I to fight? He sneers at the two combatants in the arena already as he flies up to Sorcen. Humans? Ha! Humans are the weakest of all the creatures the gods made! Even a lowly dretch could kill a human!
"Huh? What's this, then?"
As Siventarr speaks, the arena darkens until only the glowing eyes of the fiendish audience are visible. Then, from above, a brilliant purple light tears the air apart.
The bolt flashes down, striking the exact center of the gaping crater. Earth and stone shatter instantly, and the lightning continues downward, splitting the earth asunder. Further and further the chasm widens and deepens, extruding such utter blackness that the darkness seems light in comparison.
The arena is completely shrouded: nothing is visible. Then, with a sound like the creation of the universe, a swirling white mist rises from the crevase. Planets, suns, and galaxies swirl into being, stretching onward forever, as if the arena had ceased to exist.
Each spectator feels themselves leave their bodies, as their conscious flies into the storm of creation. The spirits fly through the void, to the very center of the multiverse.
At its heart, the light brightens. The spirits break through the dark, into crystal clear water, and continue on, rushing through rivers, lakes, and oceans, emerging in a spary of mist, running through forests, and over fields, until, finally, in the center of a dark jungle, they come to a rest.
A small hut sits in the center of a clearing, torches burning in the ground around it. The spectator's consciousness enters, pushing aside the hide covering over the entrance. Within, floating above the ground, is a woman. Sitting in the lotus position, her dark black skin streaked with white paint, her robes, hair, and bead and bone charms flying wildly around her, she looks asleep.
Then, her eyes open, revealing deep pools of oblivion. The spirit falls into the gaze, and the world returns.
Floating before the judge's stand is the woman. She does not speak, but the words register, as if she had spoken.
Humans may be weak, mortal. But do not underestimate them. They have something many do not. They have ambition beyond the other races. They have me. And that makes them strong.
For I am the Dreamer.
Anthar: "Intent on interupting our battle eh? I'll take you all on!"
Ukinanni looks down on Anthar with great distain.
No, foolish creature. You are hasty and unthinking, but that does not make me wish to destroy you. Return to your insignificant battle, and leave us be.
Anthar: "Unthinking? I'm only unthinking because I know I could easily turn you into a corpse!"
The tall woman merely laughs at Anthar's comment, her voice ringing like a chorus of bells.
You? Kill me? Not likely, mortal. Now, return to your little games.
Ukinanni turns, without seeming to move, and faces the newcomer.
You look...familiar. Who are you? I have seen you before, I believe.
Finally, she returns her gaze to Sevintarr.
So mortal...it begins. Make your move.
Septimus casts a very quick spell on his throat, which makes his voice sound like a jeering crowd.
"BOO! GO AWAY! WE DON"T WANT YOU HERE!"
Anthar makes a few quick gestures, and all of a sudden, time stops. He casts another spell that attempts to destroy the wall of force, and then he once again charges after Septimus as time resumes it's normal course.
And why not? I was chosen to do battle with this demonic mortal. Do you deny me that chance? By all means continue your little game.
Shiro vs Karun'thek
Karun'thek walks slowly towards the arena, wreathed in crimson and black flames, sword at hand, a cloak, black as night, whips around him as he sets foot in the combat fields. It then speaks in a soft, almost whispering voice, "I see you have risen to the challenge, Shiro Kakita. I have heard of you before, and rest assured, it shall be a pleasure to see you burn". he stands in the centre of the field, ready for combat.
((to fox: this guys i powerful, but I would prefer it if shiro didn't go all godlike power mode on him, thanks and let me know by PM if that is inconvenient))
(A PM has been sent, and uh... before this fight really starts, be sure to note one of shiro's magic items, it shouldn't be too terribly tough to figure out which one and why I mentioned it.)
Shiro appears in the middle of the arena's combat grounds in a small puff of pink flower petals. With his shining white fur aglow in the baatorian light, shiro bows once to the judges, once to the audience, and once to his opponent.
Once shiro finishes the bow, he steps back from his opponent, until they are about 15 paces from one another. Shiro takes up a very unusual fighting stance, being hunkered low to the ground, almost in a crouch, with his sword held low between his legs. Swaying from side to side as if standing on a rolling ship deck, shiro waits for the signal to begin.
"The time for words is past, let us begin."
"so now there's a time for words? you do take your time, don't you?"
With that, Karun'thek's blade ignites and swings toward shiro, only to vanish and reappear on his other side before swinging toward him again.
Shiro, never forgetting that to trade blows with an opponent is foolish, does the only thing he can to stop an attack from behind, leaping into the air, and spreading emerald green caltrops underneath him from a small bag, while landing far enough away to get a good look at his opponent. At least, shiro hopes. Trusting in his special caltrops, (Acidic ones are fun for annoying others) Shiro looks around, then reaches into his pocket with one hand, and flicks drawing his sight on his enemy, shiro pulls forth a rather unimpressive steel dagger, then lets it fly with a flourish and a flick of the wrist. Shiro then waits, maintaining a defensive posture and watching the dagger shine in the air as it speeds torwards its target.
Karun'thek walks over the caltrops to the dagger and grabs it by the hilt in mid-flight. "will there be anything else?" he asks mockingly, apparently unfazed by the acid. The dagger then begins to melt, flying towards Shiro in the form of a flaming metallic bead.
Not at all suprised that his opponent caught the dagger, nor that he stepped over the caltrops, shiro smiled as his plan came into effect. Shiro twists out of the way of metal sphere, only to be barely nicked by it. Hissing as the metal hardens on his left and, a bit of smoke coming from his burning fur, shiro smiles still.
"Heh... fool." Shiro had planned this from the start, save for the getting hit part, and uses the acidic caltrop on the ground behind his foe as the starting point for one of his favorite spells. Acidic explosion. The acid on the ground, still potent explodes violently, sending a large wave of the stuff towards his opponent's turned back. Not stopping there, shiro speaks one arcane word and makes a flourish with his free hand, (Quickened spells are fun) causing another plain looking dagger to form. Shiro just stands there and waits, allowing his opponent to make the next move, and therefore the next mistake.
"Nothing more than a bumbling fool, am I? Well then, I see you won't live much longer.".
The acid erupts around Karun'thek, and the bones are briefly dissolved, but new ones wrench themselves out of the ground beneath the skeleton with moans and screams, replacing the old.
"so, what's next? Take your time, I'll be here all day.. but will you?"
With those moking words, he makes a gesture and black wings of flame rip out of his back, carrying him aloft and towards Shiro. As he spins around his opponent, strange demonic sigils carve themselves into the ground before erupting into a pillar of black-and-crimson flame, engulfing the fox. All he can hear is the mocking chuckle of Karun'thek as the flames threaten to snuff him out...
(I love certain spells)
Shiro, unharmed by the flame, but still hurt by the unholy energies of them, hurls his macially conjured dagger to the ground, causing it to erupt in an explosion of golden light, whihc quells the flames long enough for shiro to roll out of, and boy is he unhappy looking. Whisking away the last bit of unholy flames from his fur, shiro clenches both fists and smiles grimly.
Your magic is strong... but can you do this?"
Shiro snaps his fingers, and the entire arena fills full of orcs, ogres, humans and goblins, all decked out for war, they all turn on each other ang begins to fight, their weapons clanging here and their against the others armor, with the occasion shriek from a wounded man being heard. Shiro seems to vanish is this phantom battlefield.
Not worried in the least, unseen by his foe, (Unless the guy has trueseeing.) Shiro places glowing glyphs upon the arena floor, underneath many of the phantom soldiers, unseen once more by his foe. Shiro then stops moving, his white furry head poking out among the combatants, and holds out both hands, forming a small ball of blue energy and hurling it at Karun'thek.(Ki blast is just.... a cool feat)
Tyrion only smiles as the arrows come whirling towards him their magical energies aimed straight at his heart. He seems to fade from existence, and in his eyes, Valoran is no longer transparent, but solid. The arrows close in, but Tyrion steps to the side. Wrath spirals past his cheek, the wind from the arrow stirring Tyrion's hair. But Tyrion doesn't stop moving. he rolls to the side as Ruin buries itself into the sand where he was an instant before. Tyrion continues to roll, but springs backward at the last moment as Sloth hurtles past him. Finally, Suffering comes screaming in. Taking Valoran's advice, he blinks away in a flash of light, only to reapper at Valoran's side. All of this happens before Valoran finishes lowering his bow. Tyrion brings up Whiteoak and says, "My turn." He whirls Whiteoak at such speed that Valoran cannot follow it. The quarterstaff streaks left, right, and forward the holy energy scorching Valorans' essence.
The skeleton roars and slices the orb in half, creating a blast that ripples through the phantom forces(ahh... the joys of being chaotic butch). Realizing that they seem unharmed, he grins ((mind you, he's always grinning)) wickedly. "well well, there's no way this poor old bag of bones can see you... I guess I'll just have to improvise, won't I?" The terrible undead warrior snaps his fingers, and the arena floor is covered in gentle ripples of flame. He makes a few gestures, and the flames rise to a height of 8 feet. Karun'thek is completely hidden in and unaffected by the flames, however.
Shiro had once again counted on his foe to to this, and smiled Broadly as the flames interacted with his glyphs. (Yep, I plan this stuff ahead, just not 500 moves ahead as shiro would.)
As soon as the flames had touched them, they glowed brightly and white tendrils shot out from them, heading almost unerringly towards the origin point of the flames, by following the lingering mana threads left behind. As the tendrils fling themselves towards the skeleton, shiro can be seen riding on one of them, mostly unharmed, but his stunning jacket slightly smoldering.
Growling softly, and with blade grasped tightly in both hands, shiro mutters "Fine, so you won't let me close with you, let's see how you deal with this. School of the Iron Heart, legendary focus, lighting throw!" (I love the tome of battle manuevers.) Shiro focuses, then HURLS his sword towards the skeleton, knowing full well that to try to catch it would be sheer folly. Shiro then leaps off of a tendril, just before it lashes forwards. Making a few hand signs and speaking a few words in mid air, shiro lands softly, waiting and hoping to see his fire using foe struck.
Karun'thek raises his sword to deflect the blade, adjusting its position slightly. He looks up grimly at the fox while the sword whistles through his ribcage. "Nice shot. That is, if I where alive." The tendrils strike Karun'thek with their full force, but he seems only slightly fazed as he continues his advance. "I don't let you close with me? Now now, where did you get such ideas?" He swings his sword in full circles, advancing towards his opponent in a whirlwind of flame and steel.
Shiro ducks one slash, rolls away from another, and comes up close, before leaning backwards just enough to avoid having his head removed. Ignoring the small, bleeding cut on his left cheek, shiro moves even closer, ignoring the flames, and putting himself so close that it's quite tough to get enough momentum in a swing to do any real damage. Kicking out low with one foot, tracing a semi circle on the ground, shiro leans even closer forwards, and grasps the hilt of his sword. Pulling mightily, shiro yanks it back.
Shiro traces his hand across his blade, the blade glowing in response, as it takes on a pale blue hue, and begins to very slowly collect beads of water, the blade so cold that the miniscule amounts of water vapor condese on the blade. Of course, all of this takes place in only milliseconds, and shiro looks towards the skeleton, that terrible being wreathed in profane flames.
Shiro steps backwards now, getting within the perfect range for his weapon, and launches a set of slashes, each one fast, each one tracing a pale blue line in the baatorian air, which shiro seems to twist his body to avoid. Shiro keeps going, a blue and white flurry of steel and frost.
(Man I love bladedancers.)
Multiple cuts appear across Karun'thek's bones, though he tries(rather convincingly) not to show any pain, so that you actually doubt if he feels any. A bored sigh echoes through the battlefield. "Finished yet? Good."A crimson hand reaches out of the flames that wreath him, grasping shiro by the neck and holding him at bay, making him bask in the skeleton's lurid flames. "It's been a while since I've added one to my numbers... you'll fit in well, no need to hold on."
With that, Karun'thek raises his greatsword and brings it down to sever Shiro's neck, not unlike an executioner.
(Heh... you must have jumped over or otherwise avoided the sweep. Oh well.. quickened spells are fun.)
As the greatsword is raised, shiro grins and opens his mouth, unleashing a magically Loud scream which echoes loudly throughout hell.(Quickened shout spell at point blank range... ouch.) Wriggling out of the firey grasp, which was doubtlessly weakend, and smolding a bit, shiro growls and throws his upwards in the air, the blade soon leaving sight and not coming down for some reason. "I see that a fine blade is wasted on your unholy hide, perhaps something a little less fancy, but equally dangerous should do it for you?" Shiro leaps backwards, and in mid air grasps a small charm on his left wrist, it looks a bit like a nunchaku, but with one extra segment.
As shiro speaks the word: "Sllvryn!" It enlarges, becoming a stout three section staff, not really impressive looking, save for the fact that it is made of steel, rather than the more common and much less difficult to wield wooden ones.
"Yes, it's been a while since I've gotten a chance to use this one, but I dislike it so, since it is far more dangerous than my sword, especially in a serious fight." (He ain't lying either, three section staves are tough enough to keep track of when they are made of wood, one messed up swing with a wooden one gives you a heck of a bruise, a steel one... )
Shiro holds his new, slightly less cool looking weapon out before him, and waits to see if the skeleton can recover from the sonic assault.
The flames smoulder somewhat, but Karun'thek is not mortally harmed. Or immortaly, for that matter. A ray of black flame crackles forth from an outstretched finger to strike the staff, which remains unchanged, save for becoming blackened bone, wreathed in lurid flames and an unholy radiance.
"Let's see how you fare with one of my weapons, shall we?" The skeleton speaks, as he swings forward in a sideways arc with his sword.
Shiro, having no choice but to stand and fight for the moment, stands is ground, taking quick and careful note of his opponents style and using the staff not to block, but uses it as a tool and spring board for dodges and jumps, shiro's no fool. During one dodge, shiro uses the staff as a lever to leap backwards, a maove which should never fail, especially fo rone of shiro's caliber. But oddly enough, as he puts more of his weight onto the staff, it seems to somehow bend slightly, and shiro goes backwards, off balance enough to receive a cut on his face from his flaming enemie's blade.
Flattening his ears to the back of his head, and drawing up his lip to expose a set of pearly white, really sharp looking teeth, shiro snarls: "That... was unexpected, you shall not catch like that again. I've had about enough of you... so be it, I will take it upon myself to shatter your foul bones to dust! But of course, I'm no fool at all... you are made stronger by this foul plane. I'll have to bring a bit of my own in here for this."
Shiro hurls the traitorous staff to the ground, and it lands with a thud in the baatorian soil. Flipping backwards, in a move that shows off almost impossible grace, (Obscene tumble check... I love bladedancers) shiro lands softly, and begins to concentrate for just a moment, before a soft white aura envelops him, and spreads to about eh... sixty feet in all directions. This aura makes even lord sorcen feel a tiny lapse in his sight over the plane, seeing as how it is actually a small part of the upper planes. As the holy aura spreads outwards, what sounds rather like subdued screams can be heard, as the essences of these two planes come into contact, if only for a moment.
Shiro, bolstered and better able to concentrate now, raises on hand to wipe away the blood on his face. Flicking it to the ground, a small blue flower sprouts, and shiro closes his eyes, then takes up a fighting stance, unarmed, but expertly defensible. Springing lightly on the balls of his heels, shiro brings both hands together, and flings them forwards, another ball of energy coming forth, blasting it's way to the skeleton, and blazing hotly. (I love ki blast)
Shiro doesn't waste anytime either, taking advantage of his newly bolstered concentration spinrgs forwards, almost managing to beat his ki blast to the enemy, and unleashing a rapid flurry of blows, each raining down like a blow from a mace, made even harder by some mannor of concentration. (Iron fist feat... if you wanted to know the crunchy aspect. Sorry about the wait, hope this makes up for it a bit.)
((some amount of auto-hits on shiro here for the purpose of the scene. That, though, is a green light to take the gloves off at the same time, have fun! By the way, what kept you?))
Karun'thek seems unfazed, even pleased with the appearance of the rift. As the blast and blows close in, the skeleton does his best to stop some, if not all, of the fists with his own crimson hand. He then raises his sword and, kicking Shiro aside, deflects the blast toward him, engulfing Shiro in a conflagration of his own energy.
"So much for your bravado, hmm? Fool, you should've taken help when it was offered to you, I gave you that weapon, in part, to even the odds, and not in the ways you might think. Well... it is too late now, goodbye, Shiro kakita, I will meet you in celestia.". The swordsman's unholy foe raises his sword, before plunging it full length into Shiro's gut. "Fiends and maruts, you shall bind me to this accursed plane no more!" he shouts to the crowd, loosing a sheet of flame in all directions.
It is then that he begins to walk through the rift...into celestia. "Too little shiro kakita, and too late... most of all for you."
"Hahahahahaha....hehehehe...mwahahahaha. ..foolish..."
Shiro can be heard laughing as he watches the skeleton walk away. "You....you...think you can kill or even hurt me like that?
Hehehehe...hahaha. Foolish skeleton, do you know who I am?"
Shiro laughs and begins to stand slowly, wincing just a bit, and in quite a bit of pain. "You....you...fool. I am going to bring you miserable existance to an end, you wish to see celestia don't you? To be freed from this plane? I am kind, and I will grant you that, I'll show you the very heights of mount celestia, goodness and order made solid!" Shiro stands now, bleeding from his wound, but smiling anyways, a look of grave determination on his face, and practically ablaze with holy light. "Oh loft pinnacles of the righteous, pathways to the ultimate truth and home of the greatest of strengths, fling wide your eternal doors, and flood this plane with your awesome power and light!"
Shiro laughs again, watching as the small rift he had created tears itself open with a sound not unlike a million voices singing in a choir, each one in perfect harmony with the other, weaving together to form a quilt of sound. As wave upon wave surges forth, the foul ground of hell itself begins to vanish slowly but surely, eaten away by the sheer holyness of the rip.
Coughing a bit, and frowning at the bit of blood he just tasted, shiro holds one hand forth, and breathes out the heavenly words of the celestial choir, each word seeming to grow louder and louder as they are spoken, causing the energy to focus into a single ball, which travels towards Karun'thek, and he can hear a voice, softer and kinder than anything he could possibly imagine in his head. "You needn't worry anymore, come with us, and we shall free you from your eternal bindings." With those words of mercy, the ball flings itself fowards, heading to Karun'thek at a speed almost unbelieveable.
Shiro, still standing, still wounded throws one hand upwards, and catches his sword. "You... you are lucky. You are given another chance... and not simply obliteration. I...I pray you don't waste that chance." Shiro sighs heavily, then stands ready for more battle, still bleeding, but not at all worried.
((bloody long, go get some popcorn))
At Shiro's indignation, Karun'thek begins to speak softly, if slightly condescendingly. "of course I know who you are, Shiro kakita, though I very much doubt you know as much of me." . He sheathes his sword and walks toward the lantern archon((I'm assuming that's what it is)), seemingly satisfied.
"Spirit, I believe that before you allow me in, it is appropriate that the inhabitants of Celestia know why I am here. My tale begins many years ago, with the tale of a murderer... his name is Valoran. A foul elf which you have no doubt heard of, he walked the land slaughtering men and women alike. So many of them..." Here the skeleton covers its face in true anguish.
"He claimed that by killing them, removing them from their happy lives, he was alleviating their "suffering". Among those poor souls slain was one named Nakk mason. He was a scholar, a dabbler in magic, and quite knowledgeable. Most of all, he was happy with his life, but it was not to be. He too was slain, his body placed with all the others. Valoran went unpunished, even by you... and in the war soon after, the bodies were brought to the suffering that Valoran had never succeeded in removing. They were animated as living dead, near mindless soldiers existing only to be slain again!"
"As they were finally destroyed, their souls rose to the heavens, here in celestia, at long last. But it was not to be, they were sent away, attacked, even, at the gates. Why? you ask. The answer is simple, their souls had been used to power undead, and so had not been pure enough to enter Celestia. Through no choice of their own, their souls had been damned from the day they were slain by Valoran, that cursed fiend!."
" They were sent to baator, the darkest depths of it, where their killer should have been. They wished for one thing now: vengeance upon their killer, so their twice-slain bones banded together, wielding the flames of their hellish prison. One among them took control, his name was Nakk mason, the scholar. He named them Karun'thek, the exiled."
"They escaped their accursed prison by force, and trekked the planes, searching for Valoran, destroying all those who stood in the way of their quest. They believed that, by destroying Valoran, their good deed may earn them a place in Celestia at last. The truth was far from it, the carnage they created and the prison they escaped, though for a good cause, had forever banned them from the heavens. For all this, the cursed elf was nowhere to be found!"
"Eventually, their activities came to the notice of the devils, bringing them back to fight to the death in this arena. They fought tooth and nail, but to no avail, they were outnumbered and dragged back to their former prison, by their cruel baatorian jailors. Yet what luck! It was a blessing in disguise, for there, unpunished for his sins and welcomed to the arena, was Valoran, their foul killer. They, of course, attempted to end him."
" But just as their life was cursed, so too was their unlife. They were stopped in the attempt by one who dares to call himself a living incarnation of compassion, Shiro kakita! Finally, however, their eternal wish was granted, and they were allowed to enter celestia, it seemed all was well..."
"But now, I realize what must be done. For the sins that celestia has commited against these poor souls I lead, and for the sake of good and the justice you claim to love so much, it must me done."
It is then that Nakk mason, Karun'thek, twice slain and once exiled, cleaves the archon in half.
"First, I shall deliver justice to celestia. Then to you, Shiro kakita. Then, when it is over, I shall end Valoran, and take the heavens... for these souls who have suffered so much, it must be done. You need wait no longer, my lost lambs, for I shall deliver the justice that you have waited for for so long!"
(Ok... no that wasn't a lantern archon at all. That was the warning given to all of evil bent before the might of a purely lawful good plane descends to obliterate the target And the best way to fight backstory, is with backstory. Shiro isn't all sun and good you know, have fun with a tub of popcorn of you own.)
Shiro shakes his head sadly, as the contact with the skeleton's blade unleashes a holy blast, super concentrated and shining so brightly that even shiro must cover his eyes or be blinded by it.
"Your story is full of holes and half truths. I am no fool, and I'm not without blame for your current state, but before you are erased from this universe or perhaps bound in pure diamond until you have understood your errors, hear me out." Shiro sighs and begins to speak.
"You were murdered by valoran, this is true, as were legions of others, each of their deaths rained like a blow upon my heart. I was forced, forced to watch each one perish. Do you not think that I would have helped them had I the chance? I could not help them, no more than could pelor or moradin walk over and stop the suffering."
Shiro frowns having heard the reason for the soul’s refusal at the gates. Raising one eyebrow and shaking his head sadly, shiro says softly: "You are wrong on that count, the gatekeepers make no such foolish judgments. Were they, and you refused entry, it is because of a unholy pact, made by valoran. I, and the gatekeepers know not what has happened. No soul is fundamentally flawed due to no fault of their own."
Shiro, how has been slowly focusing, releases some of his focus, to heal his wounds, which slowly begin closing up.
"Listen to me now and hear me if you can. You have ceased to be those people who make you up. You have managed to become something else, something that has lost its path. I know that no excuse of mine shall be enough, but I also know this: If you slay one being in celestia, you shall have taken that one, last, final step towards true damnation. You have found your way here, to this arena to dispatch your justice on a foe worthy of it indeed. Yet you blame me for your state. Perhaps I am to blame, for not breaking free from my bindings at the time, and perhaps I am to blame for not setting things right at the time."
Shiro watches as the energy, which had been glowing bright enough to be blinding now dims, and the small rift to the platinum heaven begins to close. "karun'thek, for the orb of righteousness to speak with you so... is a sign that even one such as you is not beyond hope. Perhaps you teeter to the edge of it, but you are not beyond hope yet. I cannot hope to know your suffering, any more than you can hope to know mine, for I am not just a swordsman, and I am aware you know this, but do you also know that I too once traveled a path like yours?"
Shiro waits now, waiting and watching to see if his foe had embraced the light, been obliterated by it, or somehow was unaffected by it.
"I'll tell you, since this may as well be told now. I was not always Compassion, and in fact... I am no longer, that title has passed from me, to my newborn, who now lays with her mother, in that very plane you seek to destroy. When I was much younger, long before I had ever managed to even hear of the twin factions of existence, I was a warrior first. I fought. I killed. I was good, very good. I didn't care why I did it, nor did I care who for. Eventually, I came across a powerful warrior, carrying a blood red sword. He and I fought, he died, I lived. However, his sword was not just a piece of steel. It was something far more than that, and something far older than even I am. Its story shall have to wait for another time."
Shiro sighs and keeps going. "Well... I saw the ease with which this sword could let me grow stronger. I saw my enemies running in fear. I saw them dying at my feet. None posed any threat to me, not as long as I held that blade. In return for this gift, all I had to do was let this blade become a part of my being, and I would have all the power in the world, able to make even the mightiest of men tremble before me. I would have been a fool to refuse. I was no fool, so I didn't refuse at all, and allowed the blade... ketsueki-shimyaku was its name; a hold over my mind, body and spirit."
Shiro spits at the irony. “So, I let this blade, cursed by men and god to eternally thirst for blood, take a hold of me. I was mighty, I was death incarnate. Villages, towns, cities, even countries quaked in fear at the mere whisper of my name. All I met obeyed me, or died. If a few countries didn’t listen to me, they died as well, each and every one of them.
Oh, the power was exhilarating, holding a country in the palm of my hand, able to let it walk, or to crush it at my whim, as one would allow na insect to live until you tired of it.”
Tears begin to fall from shiro’s eyes, shining strangely in the light of the plane, and soon being absorbed into the foul soil. “Eventually, I tired of the world I was in and took to walking the planes, never staying for too long in one place, and never, ever neglecting to feed my thirst for blood. I came to hell, probably before even lord sorcen was promoted from a pit fiend to his current status. I sought out the mightiest of archdevils at the time, blizarrieal, astaroth, and any others who would stand before me in combat. They came at me, launching their pathetic fire spell, and slashing with feeble claws. I laughed at them, and in fact had developed a suitable treatment for them. Slaying them outright was too easy… no instead I would let my blade feed off of the energy of their connection to their ruler, one of the archdukes. You see; it was either they allow me to siphon of some of their energy, or they demote the devil I had drawn from. I cannot begin to count the number of devils I sent hurtling back towards being a mindless lemure.”
Shiro doesn’t stop there, still crying silently. “What did I care? They were weak, and it as so easy to do. Eventually, since I could not find my way to the archdukes, I left hell, and instead sought out celestial, just as you are doing now. I of course, intended to find and slay the mightiest there. I went up, slaying all of those solars who would stand in my way; at least until I got to the top of the holy mountain of celestia. There, I met someone, no god, but my predecessor. She showed me something on top of that mountain… something that struck my heart cold. Rather than me seeing anger, or judgment for my innumerable crimes, she simply showed me that I could be forgiven, even as far as I had fallen. All I had to do was leave a part of me behind that had grown throughout my body and soul like a tumor, corrupting all that I did, and all that I though. Even through that haze, where everything looked dark and ugly, causing my world to be nothing but blood and pain, I saw the truth of existence. I saw the weakness of my own soul and body, the weakness of my blade, which had bathed in the blood of millions. I saw, for that moment, the truth behind celestial, and what truly makes a good person good. I saw only one thing, Karrun’Thek. I saw Compassion.
((With due respect tiamat, is that a mispost? If not, why is it here? Also, nice story fox, but I still didn't get why he was exiled from celestia [karun'thek, that is]. Still, I think this is a win for you, but that doesn't mean I'm not entitled to a spiffy exit. Oh yeah, and karun'thek, however evil he/they seem, is LG, if somewhat messed up in the head.))
Karun'thek, or Nakk mason, is unfazed by the blast of light. Indeed, he does not even seem to care. He stares on as Shiro speaks, making no movement throughout the course of his tale. Finally, when it is over, the flames die out, and Karun'thek kneels before his opponent, setting down his sword.
"Shiro kakita, I see that I have lost my way, and have led these poor souls to their doom. It saddens me, for I have meant nothing but what I thought they deserved since the very begginning. But now that you have spoken, now that you have heard me out and shown me the error of my way, I see what must be done. At last, this accursed journey can come to an end. This ends now, Shiro kakita, and I thank you for it.. on the behalf of those that I mistakenly guided."
He rises to his feet once more, and raises his sword, plunging it into himself. Within moments, the sword vanishes with the bones that hold it, engulfed in white flames. With a sigh, the exiled, the twice-slain, and now the redeemed, turns to dust with a relieved sigh. Where he stood, now only a shining pearl is left.
As Shiro watches this, the gates of Celestia open once more.
Shiro nods silently, and walks over to the pearl, his eyes still wet with tears. Smiling slightly, shiro says: "Well, you were able to understand in the last moments. Because of this, because you realized that your path was wrong... you too can and shall be forgiven. This is the truth of good... our real power. Forgiveness." Shiro turns away, snapping his fingers, and allowing the gate to draw the pearl towards it. "Of course... I'd hate to see that you tried to deceive me... and to hear that you came close to my child and wife..." Shiro lets the threat hang in the air, and the tone of his voice is one without any kind of mercy or compassion. It leaves no doubt as to what would happen.
"Lord sorcen, judges, what is your judgement of this match?"
"We have decided on the match of Shiro vs Karun'thek, Shiro has won this bout." Sorcen says before sipping his wine glass and watching the other matches with interest.
((to fox: this guys i powerful, but I would prefer it if shiro didn't go all godlike power mode on him, thanks and let me know by PM if that is inconvenient))
(A PM has been sent, and uh... before this fight really starts, be sure to note one of shiro's magic items, it shouldn't be too terribly tough to figure out which one and why I mentioned it.)
Shiro appears in the middle of the arena's combat grounds in a small puff of pink flower petals. With his shining white fur aglow in the baatorian light, shiro bows once to the judges, once to the audience, and once to his opponent.
Once shiro finishes the bow, he steps back from his opponent, until they are about 15 paces from one another. Shiro takes up a very unusual fighting stance, being hunkered low to the ground, almost in a crouch, with his sword held low between his legs. Swaying from side to side as if standing on a rolling ship deck, shiro waits for the signal to begin.
"The time for words is past, let us begin."
"so now there's a time for words? you do take your time, don't you?"
With that, Karun'thek's blade ignites and swings toward shiro, only to vanish and reappear on his other side before swinging toward him again.
Shiro, never forgetting that to trade blows with an opponent is foolish, does the only thing he can to stop an attack from behind, leaping into the air, and spreading emerald green caltrops underneath him from a small bag, while landing far enough away to get a good look at his opponent. At least, shiro hopes. Trusting in his special caltrops, (Acidic ones are fun for annoying others) Shiro looks around, then reaches into his pocket with one hand, and flicks drawing his sight on his enemy, shiro pulls forth a rather unimpressive steel dagger, then lets it fly with a flourish and a flick of the wrist. Shiro then waits, maintaining a defensive posture and watching the dagger shine in the air as it speeds torwards its target.
Karun'thek walks over the caltrops to the dagger and grabs it by the hilt in mid-flight. "will there be anything else?" he asks mockingly, apparently unfazed by the acid. The dagger then begins to melt, flying towards Shiro in the form of a flaming metallic bead.
Not at all suprised that his opponent caught the dagger, nor that he stepped over the caltrops, shiro smiled as his plan came into effect. Shiro twists out of the way of metal sphere, only to be barely nicked by it. Hissing as the metal hardens on his left and, a bit of smoke coming from his burning fur, shiro smiles still.
"Heh... fool." Shiro had planned this from the start, save for the getting hit part, and uses the acidic caltrop on the ground behind his foe as the starting point for one of his favorite spells. Acidic explosion. The acid on the ground, still potent explodes violently, sending a large wave of the stuff towards his opponent's turned back. Not stopping there, shiro speaks one arcane word and makes a flourish with his free hand, (Quickened spells are fun) causing another plain looking dagger to form. Shiro just stands there and waits, allowing his opponent to make the next move, and therefore the next mistake.
"Nothing more than a bumbling fool, am I? Well then, I see you won't live much longer.".
The acid erupts around Karun'thek, and the bones are briefly dissolved, but new ones wrench themselves out of the ground beneath the skeleton with moans and screams, replacing the old.
"so, what's next? Take your time, I'll be here all day.. but will you?"
With those moking words, he makes a gesture and black wings of flame rip out of his back, carrying him aloft and towards Shiro. As he spins around his opponent, strange demonic sigils carve themselves into the ground before erupting into a pillar of black-and-crimson flame, engulfing the fox. All he can hear is the mocking chuckle of Karun'thek as the flames threaten to snuff him out...
(I love certain spells)
Shiro, unharmed by the flame, but still hurt by the unholy energies of them, hurls his macially conjured dagger to the ground, causing it to erupt in an explosion of golden light, whihc quells the flames long enough for shiro to roll out of, and boy is he unhappy looking. Whisking away the last bit of unholy flames from his fur, shiro clenches both fists and smiles grimly.
Your magic is strong... but can you do this?"
Shiro snaps his fingers, and the entire arena fills full of orcs, ogres, humans and goblins, all decked out for war, they all turn on each other ang begins to fight, their weapons clanging here and their against the others armor, with the occasion shriek from a wounded man being heard. Shiro seems to vanish is this phantom battlefield.
Not worried in the least, unseen by his foe, (Unless the guy has trueseeing.) Shiro places glowing glyphs upon the arena floor, underneath many of the phantom soldiers, unseen once more by his foe. Shiro then stops moving, his white furry head poking out among the combatants, and holds out both hands, forming a small ball of blue energy and hurling it at Karun'thek.(Ki blast is just.... a cool feat)
Tyrion only smiles as the arrows come whirling towards him their magical energies aimed straight at his heart. He seems to fade from existence, and in his eyes, Valoran is no longer transparent, but solid. The arrows close in, but Tyrion steps to the side. Wrath spirals past his cheek, the wind from the arrow stirring Tyrion's hair. But Tyrion doesn't stop moving. he rolls to the side as Ruin buries itself into the sand where he was an instant before. Tyrion continues to roll, but springs backward at the last moment as Sloth hurtles past him. Finally, Suffering comes screaming in. Taking Valoran's advice, he blinks away in a flash of light, only to reapper at Valoran's side. All of this happens before Valoran finishes lowering his bow. Tyrion brings up Whiteoak and says, "My turn." He whirls Whiteoak at such speed that Valoran cannot follow it. The quarterstaff streaks left, right, and forward the holy energy scorching Valorans' essence.
The skeleton roars and slices the orb in half, creating a blast that ripples through the phantom forces(ahh... the joys of being chaotic butch). Realizing that they seem unharmed, he grins ((mind you, he's always grinning)) wickedly. "well well, there's no way this poor old bag of bones can see you... I guess I'll just have to improvise, won't I?" The terrible undead warrior snaps his fingers, and the arena floor is covered in gentle ripples of flame. He makes a few gestures, and the flames rise to a height of 8 feet. Karun'thek is completely hidden in and unaffected by the flames, however.
Shiro had once again counted on his foe to to this, and smiled Broadly as the flames interacted with his glyphs. (Yep, I plan this stuff ahead, just not 500 moves ahead as shiro would.)
As soon as the flames had touched them, they glowed brightly and white tendrils shot out from them, heading almost unerringly towards the origin point of the flames, by following the lingering mana threads left behind. As the tendrils fling themselves towards the skeleton, shiro can be seen riding on one of them, mostly unharmed, but his stunning jacket slightly smoldering.
Growling softly, and with blade grasped tightly in both hands, shiro mutters "Fine, so you won't let me close with you, let's see how you deal with this. School of the Iron Heart, legendary focus, lighting throw!" (I love the tome of battle manuevers.) Shiro focuses, then HURLS his sword towards the skeleton, knowing full well that to try to catch it would be sheer folly. Shiro then leaps off of a tendril, just before it lashes forwards. Making a few hand signs and speaking a few words in mid air, shiro lands softly, waiting and hoping to see his fire using foe struck.
Karun'thek raises his sword to deflect the blade, adjusting its position slightly. He looks up grimly at the fox while the sword whistles through his ribcage. "Nice shot. That is, if I where alive." The tendrils strike Karun'thek with their full force, but he seems only slightly fazed as he continues his advance. "I don't let you close with me? Now now, where did you get such ideas?" He swings his sword in full circles, advancing towards his opponent in a whirlwind of flame and steel.
Shiro ducks one slash, rolls away from another, and comes up close, before leaning backwards just enough to avoid having his head removed. Ignoring the small, bleeding cut on his left cheek, shiro moves even closer, ignoring the flames, and putting himself so close that it's quite tough to get enough momentum in a swing to do any real damage. Kicking out low with one foot, tracing a semi circle on the ground, shiro leans even closer forwards, and grasps the hilt of his sword. Pulling mightily, shiro yanks it back.
Shiro traces his hand across his blade, the blade glowing in response, as it takes on a pale blue hue, and begins to very slowly collect beads of water, the blade so cold that the miniscule amounts of water vapor condese on the blade. Of course, all of this takes place in only milliseconds, and shiro looks towards the skeleton, that terrible being wreathed in profane flames.
Shiro steps backwards now, getting within the perfect range for his weapon, and launches a set of slashes, each one fast, each one tracing a pale blue line in the baatorian air, which shiro seems to twist his body to avoid. Shiro keeps going, a blue and white flurry of steel and frost.
(Man I love bladedancers.)
Multiple cuts appear across Karun'thek's bones, though he tries(rather convincingly) not to show any pain, so that you actually doubt if he feels any. A bored sigh echoes through the battlefield. "Finished yet? Good."A crimson hand reaches out of the flames that wreath him, grasping shiro by the neck and holding him at bay, making him bask in the skeleton's lurid flames. "It's been a while since I've added one to my numbers... you'll fit in well, no need to hold on."
With that, Karun'thek raises his greatsword and brings it down to sever Shiro's neck, not unlike an executioner.
(Heh... you must have jumped over or otherwise avoided the sweep. Oh well.. quickened spells are fun.)
As the greatsword is raised, shiro grins and opens his mouth, unleashing a magically Loud scream which echoes loudly throughout hell.(Quickened shout spell at point blank range... ouch.) Wriggling out of the firey grasp, which was doubtlessly weakend, and smolding a bit, shiro growls and throws his upwards in the air, the blade soon leaving sight and not coming down for some reason. "I see that a fine blade is wasted on your unholy hide, perhaps something a little less fancy, but equally dangerous should do it for you?" Shiro leaps backwards, and in mid air grasps a small charm on his left wrist, it looks a bit like a nunchaku, but with one extra segment.
As shiro speaks the word: "Sllvryn!" It enlarges, becoming a stout three section staff, not really impressive looking, save for the fact that it is made of steel, rather than the more common and much less difficult to wield wooden ones.
"Yes, it's been a while since I've gotten a chance to use this one, but I dislike it so, since it is far more dangerous than my sword, especially in a serious fight." (He ain't lying either, three section staves are tough enough to keep track of when they are made of wood, one messed up swing with a wooden one gives you a heck of a bruise, a steel one... )
Shiro holds his new, slightly less cool looking weapon out before him, and waits to see if the skeleton can recover from the sonic assault.
The flames smoulder somewhat, but Karun'thek is not mortally harmed. Or immortaly, for that matter. A ray of black flame crackles forth from an outstretched finger to strike the staff, which remains unchanged, save for becoming blackened bone, wreathed in lurid flames and an unholy radiance.
"Let's see how you fare with one of my weapons, shall we?" The skeleton speaks, as he swings forward in a sideways arc with his sword.
Shiro, having no choice but to stand and fight for the moment, stands is ground, taking quick and careful note of his opponents style and using the staff not to block, but uses it as a tool and spring board for dodges and jumps, shiro's no fool. During one dodge, shiro uses the staff as a lever to leap backwards, a maove which should never fail, especially fo rone of shiro's caliber. But oddly enough, as he puts more of his weight onto the staff, it seems to somehow bend slightly, and shiro goes backwards, off balance enough to receive a cut on his face from his flaming enemie's blade.
Flattening his ears to the back of his head, and drawing up his lip to expose a set of pearly white, really sharp looking teeth, shiro snarls: "That... was unexpected, you shall not catch like that again. I've had about enough of you... so be it, I will take it upon myself to shatter your foul bones to dust! But of course, I'm no fool at all... you are made stronger by this foul plane. I'll have to bring a bit of my own in here for this."
Shiro hurls the traitorous staff to the ground, and it lands with a thud in the baatorian soil. Flipping backwards, in a move that shows off almost impossible grace, (Obscene tumble check... I love bladedancers) shiro lands softly, and begins to concentrate for just a moment, before a soft white aura envelops him, and spreads to about eh... sixty feet in all directions. This aura makes even lord sorcen feel a tiny lapse in his sight over the plane, seeing as how it is actually a small part of the upper planes. As the holy aura spreads outwards, what sounds rather like subdued screams can be heard, as the essences of these two planes come into contact, if only for a moment.
Shiro, bolstered and better able to concentrate now, raises on hand to wipe away the blood on his face. Flicking it to the ground, a small blue flower sprouts, and shiro closes his eyes, then takes up a fighting stance, unarmed, but expertly defensible. Springing lightly on the balls of his heels, shiro brings both hands together, and flings them forwards, another ball of energy coming forth, blasting it's way to the skeleton, and blazing hotly. (I love ki blast)
Shiro doesn't waste anytime either, taking advantage of his newly bolstered concentration spinrgs forwards, almost managing to beat his ki blast to the enemy, and unleashing a rapid flurry of blows, each raining down like a blow from a mace, made even harder by some mannor of concentration. (Iron fist feat... if you wanted to know the crunchy aspect. Sorry about the wait, hope this makes up for it a bit.)
((some amount of auto-hits on shiro here for the purpose of the scene. That, though, is a green light to take the gloves off at the same time, have fun! By the way, what kept you?))
Karun'thek seems unfazed, even pleased with the appearance of the rift. As the blast and blows close in, the skeleton does his best to stop some, if not all, of the fists with his own crimson hand. He then raises his sword and, kicking Shiro aside, deflects the blast toward him, engulfing Shiro in a conflagration of his own energy.
"So much for your bravado, hmm? Fool, you should've taken help when it was offered to you, I gave you that weapon, in part, to even the odds, and not in the ways you might think. Well... it is too late now, goodbye, Shiro kakita, I will meet you in celestia.". The swordsman's unholy foe raises his sword, before plunging it full length into Shiro's gut. "Fiends and maruts, you shall bind me to this accursed plane no more!" he shouts to the crowd, loosing a sheet of flame in all directions.
It is then that he begins to walk through the rift...into celestia. "Too little shiro kakita, and too late... most of all for you."
"Hahahahahaha....hehehehe...mwahahahaha. ..foolish..."
Shiro can be heard laughing as he watches the skeleton walk away. "You....you...think you can kill or even hurt me like that?
Hehehehe...hahaha. Foolish skeleton, do you know who I am?"
Shiro laughs and begins to stand slowly, wincing just a bit, and in quite a bit of pain. "You....you...fool. I am going to bring you miserable existance to an end, you wish to see celestia don't you? To be freed from this plane? I am kind, and I will grant you that, I'll show you the very heights of mount celestia, goodness and order made solid!" Shiro stands now, bleeding from his wound, but smiling anyways, a look of grave determination on his face, and practically ablaze with holy light. "Oh loft pinnacles of the righteous, pathways to the ultimate truth and home of the greatest of strengths, fling wide your eternal doors, and flood this plane with your awesome power and light!"
Shiro laughs again, watching as the small rift he had created tears itself open with a sound not unlike a million voices singing in a choir, each one in perfect harmony with the other, weaving together to form a quilt of sound. As wave upon wave surges forth, the foul ground of hell itself begins to vanish slowly but surely, eaten away by the sheer holyness of the rip.
Coughing a bit, and frowning at the bit of blood he just tasted, shiro holds one hand forth, and breathes out the heavenly words of the celestial choir, each word seeming to grow louder and louder as they are spoken, causing the energy to focus into a single ball, which travels towards Karun'thek, and he can hear a voice, softer and kinder than anything he could possibly imagine in his head. "You needn't worry anymore, come with us, and we shall free you from your eternal bindings." With those words of mercy, the ball flings itself fowards, heading to Karun'thek at a speed almost unbelieveable.
Shiro, still standing, still wounded throws one hand upwards, and catches his sword. "You... you are lucky. You are given another chance... and not simply obliteration. I...I pray you don't waste that chance." Shiro sighs heavily, then stands ready for more battle, still bleeding, but not at all worried.
((bloody long, go get some popcorn))
At Shiro's indignation, Karun'thek begins to speak softly, if slightly condescendingly. "of course I know who you are, Shiro kakita, though I very much doubt you know as much of me." . He sheathes his sword and walks toward the lantern archon((I'm assuming that's what it is)), seemingly satisfied.
"Spirit, I believe that before you allow me in, it is appropriate that the inhabitants of Celestia know why I am here. My tale begins many years ago, with the tale of a murderer... his name is Valoran. A foul elf which you have no doubt heard of, he walked the land slaughtering men and women alike. So many of them..." Here the skeleton covers its face in true anguish.
"He claimed that by killing them, removing them from their happy lives, he was alleviating their "suffering". Among those poor souls slain was one named Nakk mason. He was a scholar, a dabbler in magic, and quite knowledgeable. Most of all, he was happy with his life, but it was not to be. He too was slain, his body placed with all the others. Valoran went unpunished, even by you... and in the war soon after, the bodies were brought to the suffering that Valoran had never succeeded in removing. They were animated as living dead, near mindless soldiers existing only to be slain again!"
"As they were finally destroyed, their souls rose to the heavens, here in celestia, at long last. But it was not to be, they were sent away, attacked, even, at the gates. Why? you ask. The answer is simple, their souls had been used to power undead, and so had not been pure enough to enter Celestia. Through no choice of their own, their souls had been damned from the day they were slain by Valoran, that cursed fiend!."
" They were sent to baator, the darkest depths of it, where their killer should have been. They wished for one thing now: vengeance upon their killer, so their twice-slain bones banded together, wielding the flames of their hellish prison. One among them took control, his name was Nakk mason, the scholar. He named them Karun'thek, the exiled."
"They escaped their accursed prison by force, and trekked the planes, searching for Valoran, destroying all those who stood in the way of their quest. They believed that, by destroying Valoran, their good deed may earn them a place in Celestia at last. The truth was far from it, the carnage they created and the prison they escaped, though for a good cause, had forever banned them from the heavens. For all this, the cursed elf was nowhere to be found!"
"Eventually, their activities came to the notice of the devils, bringing them back to fight to the death in this arena. They fought tooth and nail, but to no avail, they were outnumbered and dragged back to their former prison, by their cruel baatorian jailors. Yet what luck! It was a blessing in disguise, for there, unpunished for his sins and welcomed to the arena, was Valoran, their foul killer. They, of course, attempted to end him."
" But just as their life was cursed, so too was their unlife. They were stopped in the attempt by one who dares to call himself a living incarnation of compassion, Shiro kakita! Finally, however, their eternal wish was granted, and they were allowed to enter celestia, it seemed all was well..."
"But now, I realize what must be done. For the sins that celestia has commited against these poor souls I lead, and for the sake of good and the justice you claim to love so much, it must me done."
It is then that Nakk mason, Karun'thek, twice slain and once exiled, cleaves the archon in half.
"First, I shall deliver justice to celestia. Then to you, Shiro kakita. Then, when it is over, I shall end Valoran, and take the heavens... for these souls who have suffered so much, it must be done. You need wait no longer, my lost lambs, for I shall deliver the justice that you have waited for for so long!"
(Ok... no that wasn't a lantern archon at all. That was the warning given to all of evil bent before the might of a purely lawful good plane descends to obliterate the target And the best way to fight backstory, is with backstory. Shiro isn't all sun and good you know, have fun with a tub of popcorn of you own.)
Shiro shakes his head sadly, as the contact with the skeleton's blade unleashes a holy blast, super concentrated and shining so brightly that even shiro must cover his eyes or be blinded by it.
"Your story is full of holes and half truths. I am no fool, and I'm not without blame for your current state, but before you are erased from this universe or perhaps bound in pure diamond until you have understood your errors, hear me out." Shiro sighs and begins to speak.
"You were murdered by valoran, this is true, as were legions of others, each of their deaths rained like a blow upon my heart. I was forced, forced to watch each one perish. Do you not think that I would have helped them had I the chance? I could not help them, no more than could pelor or moradin walk over and stop the suffering."
Shiro frowns having heard the reason for the soul’s refusal at the gates. Raising one eyebrow and shaking his head sadly, shiro says softly: "You are wrong on that count, the gatekeepers make no such foolish judgments. Were they, and you refused entry, it is because of a unholy pact, made by valoran. I, and the gatekeepers know not what has happened. No soul is fundamentally flawed due to no fault of their own."
Shiro, how has been slowly focusing, releases some of his focus, to heal his wounds, which slowly begin closing up.
"Listen to me now and hear me if you can. You have ceased to be those people who make you up. You have managed to become something else, something that has lost its path. I know that no excuse of mine shall be enough, but I also know this: If you slay one being in celestia, you shall have taken that one, last, final step towards true damnation. You have found your way here, to this arena to dispatch your justice on a foe worthy of it indeed. Yet you blame me for your state. Perhaps I am to blame, for not breaking free from my bindings at the time, and perhaps I am to blame for not setting things right at the time."
Shiro watches as the energy, which had been glowing bright enough to be blinding now dims, and the small rift to the platinum heaven begins to close. "karun'thek, for the orb of righteousness to speak with you so... is a sign that even one such as you is not beyond hope. Perhaps you teeter to the edge of it, but you are not beyond hope yet. I cannot hope to know your suffering, any more than you can hope to know mine, for I am not just a swordsman, and I am aware you know this, but do you also know that I too once traveled a path like yours?"
Shiro waits now, waiting and watching to see if his foe had embraced the light, been obliterated by it, or somehow was unaffected by it.
"I'll tell you, since this may as well be told now. I was not always Compassion, and in fact... I am no longer, that title has passed from me, to my newborn, who now lays with her mother, in that very plane you seek to destroy. When I was much younger, long before I had ever managed to even hear of the twin factions of existence, I was a warrior first. I fought. I killed. I was good, very good. I didn't care why I did it, nor did I care who for. Eventually, I came across a powerful warrior, carrying a blood red sword. He and I fought, he died, I lived. However, his sword was not just a piece of steel. It was something far more than that, and something far older than even I am. Its story shall have to wait for another time."
Shiro sighs and keeps going. "Well... I saw the ease with which this sword could let me grow stronger. I saw my enemies running in fear. I saw them dying at my feet. None posed any threat to me, not as long as I held that blade. In return for this gift, all I had to do was let this blade become a part of my being, and I would have all the power in the world, able to make even the mightiest of men tremble before me. I would have been a fool to refuse. I was no fool, so I didn't refuse at all, and allowed the blade... ketsueki-shimyaku was its name; a hold over my mind, body and spirit."
Shiro spits at the irony. “So, I let this blade, cursed by men and god to eternally thirst for blood, take a hold of me. I was mighty, I was death incarnate. Villages, towns, cities, even countries quaked in fear at the mere whisper of my name. All I met obeyed me, or died. If a few countries didn’t listen to me, they died as well, each and every one of them.
Oh, the power was exhilarating, holding a country in the palm of my hand, able to let it walk, or to crush it at my whim, as one would allow na insect to live until you tired of it.”
Tears begin to fall from shiro’s eyes, shining strangely in the light of the plane, and soon being absorbed into the foul soil. “Eventually, I tired of the world I was in and took to walking the planes, never staying for too long in one place, and never, ever neglecting to feed my thirst for blood. I came to hell, probably before even lord sorcen was promoted from a pit fiend to his current status. I sought out the mightiest of archdevils at the time, blizarrieal, astaroth, and any others who would stand before me in combat. They came at me, launching their pathetic fire spell, and slashing with feeble claws. I laughed at them, and in fact had developed a suitable treatment for them. Slaying them outright was too easy… no instead I would let my blade feed off of the energy of their connection to their ruler, one of the archdukes. You see; it was either they allow me to siphon of some of their energy, or they demote the devil I had drawn from. I cannot begin to count the number of devils I sent hurtling back towards being a mindless lemure.”
Shiro doesn’t stop there, still crying silently. “What did I care? They were weak, and it as so easy to do. Eventually, since I could not find my way to the archdukes, I left hell, and instead sought out celestial, just as you are doing now. I of course, intended to find and slay the mightiest there. I went up, slaying all of those solars who would stand in my way; at least until I got to the top of the holy mountain of celestia. There, I met someone, no god, but my predecessor. She showed me something on top of that mountain… something that struck my heart cold. Rather than me seeing anger, or judgment for my innumerable crimes, she simply showed me that I could be forgiven, even as far as I had fallen. All I had to do was leave a part of me behind that had grown throughout my body and soul like a tumor, corrupting all that I did, and all that I though. Even through that haze, where everything looked dark and ugly, causing my world to be nothing but blood and pain, I saw the truth of existence. I saw the weakness of my own soul and body, the weakness of my blade, which had bathed in the blood of millions. I saw, for that moment, the truth behind celestial, and what truly makes a good person good. I saw only one thing, Karrun’Thek. I saw Compassion.
((With due respect tiamat, is that a mispost? If not, why is it here? Also, nice story fox, but I still didn't get why he was exiled from celestia [karun'thek, that is]. Still, I think this is a win for you, but that doesn't mean I'm not entitled to a spiffy exit. Oh yeah, and karun'thek, however evil he/they seem, is LG, if somewhat messed up in the head.))
Karun'thek, or Nakk mason, is unfazed by the blast of light. Indeed, he does not even seem to care. He stares on as Shiro speaks, making no movement throughout the course of his tale. Finally, when it is over, the flames die out, and Karun'thek kneels before his opponent, setting down his sword.
"Shiro kakita, I see that I have lost my way, and have led these poor souls to their doom. It saddens me, for I have meant nothing but what I thought they deserved since the very begginning. But now that you have spoken, now that you have heard me out and shown me the error of my way, I see what must be done. At last, this accursed journey can come to an end. This ends now, Shiro kakita, and I thank you for it.. on the behalf of those that I mistakenly guided."
He rises to his feet once more, and raises his sword, plunging it into himself. Within moments, the sword vanishes with the bones that hold it, engulfed in white flames. With a sigh, the exiled, the twice-slain, and now the redeemed, turns to dust with a relieved sigh. Where he stood, now only a shining pearl is left.
As Shiro watches this, the gates of Celestia open once more.
Shiro nods silently, and walks over to the pearl, his eyes still wet with tears. Smiling slightly, shiro says: "Well, you were able to understand in the last moments. Because of this, because you realized that your path was wrong... you too can and shall be forgiven. This is the truth of good... our real power. Forgiveness." Shiro turns away, snapping his fingers, and allowing the gate to draw the pearl towards it. "Of course... I'd hate to see that you tried to deceive me... and to hear that you came close to my child and wife..." Shiro lets the threat hang in the air, and the tone of his voice is one without any kind of mercy or compassion. It leaves no doubt as to what would happen.
"Lord sorcen, judges, what is your judgement of this match?"
"We have decided on the match of Shiro vs Karun'thek, Shiro has won this bout." Sorcen says before sipping his wine glass and watching the other matches with interest.
Nobunaga vs Kyle
Sorcen stands and waves his hands over the half of the arena with the ruined city as a terrain and the land transforms yet again. Thick grey stone walls rise into the air and lit torches spring up from the walls, ceilings form over the walls and multiple traps are heard setting themselves.
Simultaneous to said action, Sorcen also sends a messege on his paper to Cycine in the bar.
OOC: Forgive my bad description, I'm not in the mindset to do a good desciption.
EDIT: \/ Thanks Khael.
OOC: ...so i'll ooph it up a little:
The cityscape breaks apart and reforms shaping itself to a new design as thick walls rise up from the ground, the surafes remoulding themselves as greyed hard stone from which burning torches emerge, as the walls arc up to form arched ceilings and high towers with great stairs...
As the grinding sound of recarved stone settles the ominous clicks and snaps of masterworked traps and pitfalls of great artifice, can be heard setting themselves, ready for those who are not wary...
Kyle arrives at the entrance to the castle-like structure on one half of the arena.
"Oi, I'm ready an' waitin'! Le's SCRAP!"
With that said, he whips out his knives and waits for Sorcen to give him the go-ahead.
Nobunaga walks in from the bar into the castle.
"Wow...Sorcen did a great job on his place. Now, if I can only find..."
He looks around for a moment until he spots Kyle.
"Yo! You're here! You ready?"
Nobunaga walks over to his opponent and gives him a grin. The last thing it looks like he's ready for is combat of any kind.
"Man, you look pretty strong. But I think I can beat you. I did once manage to rank 9th in an arm wrestling competition. And they had some pretty strong guys there."
"Jus' ge' on yer end o' the arena an' we'll see who's go' the better skills. Ya were 'uppose' ta ge' on the opposite en' anyway."
Nobunaga looks slightly offended and walks into the series of endless corridors.
"Sheesh, sorry I asked. Guess there's no respect for one's opponents these days."
Nobunaga quickly release something: He is completely lost with the maze of stone. He takes his katana out of his bag, but shows no signs of worries. He continues walking along, keeping his pace fast and his footwork light as to avoid any traps. He does take note of the architecture of the building and the lack of decorations.
((Okay, the opposite side of the Arena is A. Far, Far away and B. At the opposite end of a maze-like series of castle corridors. The whole point is that we have to search for each other. Hope that clarifies))
OOC: Oops. I kind of thought we were in a center spoke of a series of corridors. Sorry. I'll adjust.
Kyle steps into the corridor, moving quick and light. He never stops to consider that he might be lost; he proceeds with absolute confidence, a maniac grin on his face.
"Come ou' an' plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, Swordsman! I 'aven't 'ad the chance ta scrap fer a year now!"
Nobunaga continues his aimless wanderings through the many corridors, until he comes to an intersection...
"Aw, shoot...which way? Left or right?"
Focusing inward, he closes his eyes and notes the subtle movements in the air around him. He then puts his long, unkempt hair back in a tie.
"Okay...right."
He boldly takes the right path, but not before slashing a mark in the stone on his path.
"Like leaving breadcrumbs...'cept, not..."
Kyle continues through the maze, making turns at random, but always making sure to not re-tread his own path. ((He has great direction sense. Yeah, I deliberately chose the terrain he's best in)).
"Where is tha' bugger?"
Kyle turns down another hallway, only to find himself in a large ballroom, set out as though for a feast.
"Hey now, wha's all this then?"
Nobunaga keeps walking...and walking...until he comes to another intersection. The right path has a slash in the wall...
"Well I'll be...I've been goin' around in circles...guess I go left..."
He takes the left path. After a little bit of walking, he comes to a ball room with sumptuous amounts of food. Along with his opponent.
"Hey, it's about time I saw a friendly face! I mean...well, you know."
Nobunaga lazily goes into a stance, holding his sword to his side and watching his opponent with a keen eye.
OOC: Sorry for my absence. :OOC
BIC: Surprisingly the two combatants do not set off any traps on their wanderings through the corridors. However, upon entering the opposite sides of this ballroom, they both hear slight ticking noises and an eerie creaking.
"Well lad, le's SEE WHAT YOU GOT!"
Moving impossibly fast for an ordinary human ((Yay feat selection)), Kyle leaps onto the table, rushing his opponent. Just before the table would end, he jumps up, grabbing hold of a chandelier and swinging until he's about five feet behind Nobunga. Wasting absolutely no time, he rushes in, daggers moving in a blurred flurry of attacks.
((One big advantage of dagger vs. Any Sword: If the dagger gets in close, it's WAY too close for the sword))
Nobunaga looks as Kyle rushes him.
"Hmmm...fast."
He parries as many of the attacks with his sheath as he can, but some of the knife cuts go through to and slice his skin. After a few moments, Nobunaga slams his sheath into Kyle's side, stopping him cold. Nobunaga jumps backwards end watches his opponent, his guard seeming to be much more formidable than before.
"Okay...I've gauged you a little bit. Those daggers make good cuts, but not as bad as I did to you.
Kyle looks down and notices his left pant leg is seeped in blood. His thigh has a deep gash; not enough to impede movement, but still more than skin deep.
"If you're gonna rush me, boy, you're gonna wanna better guard..."
The ticking stops suddenly and spikes spring from the ceiling shooting downward at the combatants and covering the whole of the room, there is barely enough room for them to dodge in between the spikes and a seemingly random few of the spikes seep a glowing green poison.
The creaking, on the other hand, doesnt seem to stop with the springing of the spikes, and a slight pop is heard amidst the creaking.
With an almost supernatural grace, Kyle dances between the spikes, his leg already healing.
"I think ye've underestimated the power o' me faith. An' now, o' course, the battlefiel' is now more ta me likin'. Narrow confines bree' narrow fightin'"
Kyle jumps up, landing lightfooted on top of one of the spikes embedded in the floor ((I'm assuming they're big ass spikes)). Grinning, he flashes out his knives.
And vanishes from view.
Nobunaga clumsily dodges the spikes as they fall from the ceiling. In doing this, however, he loses sight of his opponent.
"Hiding's not going to help you. Unless you can turn into a ghost, then I'll find ya."
Nobunaga closes his eyes and enters a state of deeper conciousness. Suddenly, he can see everything in his mind's eye. The food. The poison. The spikes. Everything that the air comes in contact with around Nobunaga makes an impression into his mental image of the now spike-studded arena. Even his opponent.
Nobunaga makes a single cut and resheathes his sword. Some of the spikes in the ground split for seemingly no reason moments after the sword is back in place. Nobunaga notices that there is more blood on his blade, although not much.
"You think you're fast kid? You've never met a master of the Diamond Mind. And that's gonna be what kills you today."
Kyle laughs.
"Tha' ol' trick? We'll see how yer hearin' stacks up to me footpaddin'."
In that split-second of talking, Nobunga realizes that Kyle was, in fact, behind him. ((I'm sorry if Move Silently doesn't work on Diamond Mind, I'm not familiar with it)). With a wild whoop, he plants his knee into the swordsman's back, hard, and rakes his daggers across Nobunga's biceps. With a cocky grin, he leaps over the spikes again, and vanishes from view.
"Come o' an' play, swordsman. It'll be borin', jus' comin' a' ya from nowhere."
((Dagger sneak attack FTW! Thank you, Invisible Blade))
Such was Kyle's plan. And against any opponent, it would've been a great one. But not even Kyle's subtle movements could decieve Nobunaga's now heightened senses. Moments before Kyle's knee hits Nobunaga, he slams his sheath into Kyle's chest without looking at him.
"Well, I'll be. I think I found the rat..."
Nobunaga turns and attacks with one fluid motion. The air arround the combatants feels as if a flock of birds is flying by. Chips come off of the spikes and floor around them as the strike turns the very air into a blade.
OOC: Oh, so you've never read Book of Nine Swords? Hearing the Air gives me blindsense...aka Move Silently doesn't work...
Kyle slides through the field, narrowly avoiding the attack with inhuman grace and speed.
"Well the', we'll jus' 'ave ta do this ta ol'-fashio' way. En Guarde!"
Kyle blitzes into the attack, whipping his daggers through the air in silver-streaked blurs. He taunts his foe the entire time, sending well-placed jabs into his psychology. The furious assault leaves no time to think of counter-attack; Nobunga has to worry about his own hide first.
((To give you an idea, this guy attacks with weapon finesse and a 48 dex. And last I checked, Blindsense and Blindsight were negated by Move Silently, AND Blindsense doesn't give you full sight, only a vague perception. Additionally, you need line of effect, making the spikes block your blindsense))
As the daggers fly at Nobunaga, he makes a single attack, throwing one of the daggers of into the end of the room. But the attack was only to get the blade out of its sheath. He presents his sheath out and moves it to intercept the other blade with keen precision. The dagger flies into the sheath, but no sounds can be heard. The dagger simply disappears into a void of nothingness.
"I remember you said at the bar that I couldn't destroy your daggers. But they don't do you much good if you can't get to them. Now, I'd suggest dodging. Lots and lots of dodging."
Nobunaga releases a furious volley of attacks. It seems as if time stands still simply so that all of the attacks can be present. The barrage is nothing but flashes of silver and the cutting of air.
The spikes are stone and as such fall apart with ease when they are struck, they are indeed large enough for Kyle to stand upon. A peice of shrapnel from one of the slashed stones sets off yet another trap in this room, a pit opens up in teh center of the rooming shaking the whole room until the 10' by 10' by undetermined yet lenghty drop into a pit of acid is done opening.
The creaking lets out more small pops then eight large swinging axe-like blades fall from the sides of the ceiling and swing the width of the room. They are set in pairs at 5 foot intervals throughout the room and the two in pairs are alternating on their swinging and mere inches apart to make dodging through them quite difficult.
OOC: Reminder: Rules dont matter here.
Kyle doges nimbly, pulling some truly amazing maneuvers to save his own hide ((Can the human gut be sucked in THAT FAR?)). As he continues, the look of desperation on his face grows, until finally, seeing a weakness, Nobunga slashes in.
It seems impossible. It SHOULDN'T be possible. But the crowd, the judges, and Nobunga all see it.
Kyle has caught Nobunga's sword between his palms.
"Now tha' was downrigh' rude, takin' me blades like tha'."
With a surge of strength, Kyle rips the blade sideways, not trying to break it, for the surge of released magic would kill both of them, but to send the blade flying away.
And even as they watch, Kyle's wounds ((about 2 so far, the chest and the leg)) heal completely.
((Didn't see Sorcen's trap up there, but the action is unchanged, for now))
Nobunaga looks shocked as Dusk flies out of his hands. However, as it flies away, Nobunaga bashes Kyle's temple with his sheath.
"Hmm, funny."
Kyle uses the momentum to begin a backflip, sending him between axeblades narrowly. He lands atop another brace of spikes, and drops into a fighting position.
"Come o' the', le's settle this han'-ta-han'."
He beckons tauntingly, only to leap back from another axe blade.
"These are damned annoyin' they are. Nobody eve' mentione' traps as par' o' ta deal."
Nobunaga watches as the axe blades fall. He punches one directly at the blade. Surprisingly, there is no blood. It's as if he cancelled the attack from happening. Nobunaga looks at Kyle.
"Nah, I'm not so good with the old fists."
He dashes over to Dusk and Kyle's other dagger. He turns his sheath down and the first of Kyle's daggers falls out. Nobunaga throws the two blades to their rightful owner and says:
"But I do want a fair fight. So, enjoy!"
Kyle catches them deftly.
"Finally, an oppone' wit' a scrap o' decency. Ye'd be amazed how many necks I've 'ad to snap because they wouldn' gimme my knives back."
Kyle leaps up, grabbing a swinging pendulum by the haft. He swings from axe to axe, always above the deadly blades. Finally, he lands next to Nobunga, knives in hand. He bows low.
"Honor and Glory, Swordsman."
He raises his guard.
Nobunaga bows in return to the knife fighter and comtemplates his next move. His outline turns blurry as he begins to say something that only he can hear or understand. Suddenly, his eyes open and his sword is released.
"HURRICANE OF CRANES!"
The sword flies at Kyle like steel lighting, and the sound of air being cleaved can be heard echoing throughout the halls of the castle. The stone behind the trail of the sword begins to fissure and split as the air turns into a wind of blades. All of this is coming at Kyle.
OOC: Sorry to delay. I've been really busy.
"Well, THA' IS a goo' way ta ge' serious. Defense time."
Kyle dodges as much of the air as possible, intercepting the physical blade with his knives. He ignores the axe blades, getting slashed on the shoulder and legs, but you can see the wounds healing before your eyes. After this barrage of defense, Kyle is bruised, battered, and breathing heavily. Right up until he stops breathing entirely. Swaying, he seems to go down, and Nobunga ((Sorry, taking this to logical conclusion)) comes in for the kill.
And the knife-fighter explodes into a flurry of motion, slashing and stabbing furiously, trying to drive his foe to the acid pit.
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Nobunaga again does his best to block the onncoming hail of attacks, however, his skin is slashed and torn from the attacks that go through. He also is constantly looking behind him, noticing his continuing walk backwards.
"Hmmm...I'm being stuck between a rock and a hard place...C'mon Dusk, it's time to blow some doors down!"
Kyle seems to notice that fewer and fewer of his attacks are parried, but even fewer are acutally hitting. Eventually, Nobunaga is swaying in a perfect rythm of defense. Every attack comes a hair's width to hitting, but the attacks just aren't long enough. At a moments notice, the sound of ripping flesh can be heard, twice. Kyle's attacks cease as his two daggers are completely embeded in Nobunaga's palms. The blood does not seem to be running nearly as fast as it should be, and no sign of discomfort is on Nobunaga's face.
"I think that's enough of that."
Nobunaga jumps up and drop kicks Kyle in the chest, wretching his hands free and sending Kyle across the room. As Nobunaga stands and enters a stance, he simply smiles, knowlingly...
Kyle grimaces.
"Ugh, me knives. Secon' time 'n one scrap. Thi' i' 'ome kinda recor', swordsman. Ah well, nothin' I ken do."
Kyle picks himself up, dusts himself off, and drops into a defensive stance.
"Come o' ye gnoll spawned son of a remidial ogre prostitute. Le's see if ye go' wha' i 'akes ta finish me off, ye misbegotten experiment of a mad kobold wizard."
OOC: Gareth, Kyle still has his knives. Nobunaga was just stopping them, but he didn't take them.
"Hey, there's no need for name calling. I'm just trying to have some fun."
Nobunaga looks at his opponent and begins to think. After a moment, his outline begins to shift and waver again. He begins to walk towards Kyle, although his walking is comparible to most people's running at this point. He comes within several feet of Kyle until he stops. Nobunaga then releases a quick slash at Kyle.
"Alrigh', i's time to END IT."
Kyle dances aside, moving faster than he has before, a mere blur against the background. Slashes and stabs rain down at a speed that shouldn't be possible without magic, yet they come, a torrent of metallic hate trying to cut through Nobunga's body and go straight to the soul. You can't see Kyle directly, only a faint, blurred shadow on the floor as his god-like speed continues to hammer down upon Nobunga.
Nobunaga makes no effort of defense. No effort of evading, dodging, blocking or running is made. Within moments, his body is being torn to pieces by Kyle's onslaught. No sign of pain is on Nobunaga's face, however is body is becoming more and more of a bloody mess. As the barrage of steel continues, Nobunaga's eyes begin to close, and his body begins to slump. However, in a last, desperate surge of energy, he makes a warrior's cry:
"IRON HEART SURGE!"
Nobunaga's ki flows like a newly freed river as it pours over his body to grant him a new reserve of energy. Kyle's attacks cease due to the sheer willpower being created by Nobunaga's spirit. His wounds begin to heal slowly as the deep cuts become more and more superficial.
"Iron Heart...Endurance..."
Nobunaga regains his standing and wrings out some of the excess blood on his white outfit. He stills is breathing heavily, however his body is nowhere near the wretched condition it was previously.
"You're right, though. It is time to end this...Now, take this...the sword of the dark moon....Silver Eclipse!"
The ki channeling around Nobunaga begins to culminate around his blade. As he resheathes his weapon, the castle, the arena, even Baator itself...begins to fade into darkness.
"Now...die."
A flash of the most pure, crystaline light erupts from Nobunaga's sheath. It is Dusk, the ki surrounding the blade creating the only light. The blade looks as if like the very crescent moon itself. As the light travels towards Kyle, it shatters, breaking into a thousand pieces of what looks like flying half-disks of platinum. Suddenly, they are charge Kyle head on, each one thirsting to make the kill...
Kyle smiles.
"That, sir, is a lot of knives."
His blades whirl as he dances through the torrent of light, eyes wincing. He shouldn't move this fast, yet he is, and his hands move faster, a whirring shield of razor steel. He flows through the torrent, seeking his foe, taking cuts even through his keen-bladed defense. But, even as you watch, the wounds begin to heal.
"I'll need ta learn them tricks sometime, swordsman."
((In case you, understandably, get offended or angry, please note: Kyle doesn't SHOW fear. He may be afraid, he may even sh*t his pants, but fear will never register on him. Additionally, this man is moving a few notches below the speed of sound. A few notches meaning a few nanoseconds))
The cuts that Kyle recieves from Nobunaga's attack are not actually bleeding, nor did they cut the skin. However, Kyle's body is now outlined in a pattern of mystical runes. On his forehead, a crescent moon begins to glow predominately. The walls of the castle begin to fade into sheer night. All that remains now is a field of absolute black, dead oblivion. In the sky above, a huge, beautiful crescent moon shines, giving some light to the darkened plane. However, the moon begins to move. Towards Kyle. At one of the ends of the moon-shaped light, a glowing figue whose outline resmebles Nobunaga seems to be holding it, and driving the massive beam towards Kyle.
"Oh. Crap. Monkies."
Kyle starts running. Really, really fast. You can tell that he's pulling out all the stops in the hopes of outrunning this beam until Nobunga runs out of energy, his path zig-zagging, twisting and turning in wild abandon as he flees the massive attack.
While at first he stays ahead of the beam, the farther and farther that he gets away from the attack, the brighter and brighter the crescent on Kyle's forehead glows. The attack begins to speed up, doubling its own speed to catch up with Kyle. Despite all his efforts, the attack is upon him. The beam falls in a calamity of pure light that engulfs Kyle's entire body. However, is body is still attack, but it feels as though he's being consumed by cold fire. Suddenly, a thousand blades fly out and slash Kyle from all directions.
"Son of a -"
Kyle screams in pain as the blades rip through him, unable to avoid the assault. His blood spills out, coating the ground in a crimson sheet. He drops to his knees, blades still sticking out of his body. Yet, slowly, he rises, swaying and moving slowly, haltingly.
"I'm...not...dead...yet...swordsman. "
Light begins to return to the plane. The castle walls phase back into existence and more and more familiar sights return. Kyle is now back in Sorcen's arena, however, Nobunaga is nowhere to be found.
All that remains is Dusk, its blade dull and matted, sundered into pieces.
You can see something odd. Where Kyle's blood spilled, flowers of all sorts are springing from cracks in the stone.
"Swordsman, this isn't the end of it. Come out, and finish this with honor. I want to die with a clean conciense, and if you wait too long, I'll finish healing."
Even now, swords and blades are falling out of Kyle's body.
"Come, swordsman, and take your last waltz!"
There is no answer. Only a faint, hollowing wind, serving as a requiem for the fallen.
Kyle sighs in exasperation and walks over to the shattered remains of Dusk. He rips out more blades from his body and casts them aside, and stoops down. He examines the shattered metal, but doesn't touch it.
"Sorcen, I believe my opponent has destroyed himself. As a favor, I'd like to ask you to reforge his sword, and mount it in a place of honor. It is no less than he deserves."
There will be no need for that.
A panda calmly walks over to the remains of Dusk and gives it a look over.
So, it is Dusk...It's about time I found you...so that could be two down, eight to go...
The panda scoops up the swords remnants and exits, with no other words.
Sorcen stands and waves his hands over the half of the arena with the ruined city as a terrain and the land transforms yet again. Thick grey stone walls rise into the air and lit torches spring up from the walls, ceilings form over the walls and multiple traps are heard setting themselves.
Simultaneous to said action, Sorcen also sends a messege on his paper to Cycine in the bar.
OOC: Forgive my bad description, I'm not in the mindset to do a good desciption.
EDIT: \/ Thanks Khael.
OOC: ...so i'll ooph it up a little:
The cityscape breaks apart and reforms shaping itself to a new design as thick walls rise up from the ground, the surafes remoulding themselves as greyed hard stone from which burning torches emerge, as the walls arc up to form arched ceilings and high towers with great stairs...
As the grinding sound of recarved stone settles the ominous clicks and snaps of masterworked traps and pitfalls of great artifice, can be heard setting themselves, ready for those who are not wary...
Kyle arrives at the entrance to the castle-like structure on one half of the arena.
"Oi, I'm ready an' waitin'! Le's SCRAP!"
With that said, he whips out his knives and waits for Sorcen to give him the go-ahead.
Nobunaga walks in from the bar into the castle.
"Wow...Sorcen did a great job on his place. Now, if I can only find..."
He looks around for a moment until he spots Kyle.
"Yo! You're here! You ready?"
Nobunaga walks over to his opponent and gives him a grin. The last thing it looks like he's ready for is combat of any kind.
"Man, you look pretty strong. But I think I can beat you. I did once manage to rank 9th in an arm wrestling competition. And they had some pretty strong guys there."
"Jus' ge' on yer end o' the arena an' we'll see who's go' the better skills. Ya were 'uppose' ta ge' on the opposite en' anyway."
Nobunaga looks slightly offended and walks into the series of endless corridors.
"Sheesh, sorry I asked. Guess there's no respect for one's opponents these days."
Nobunaga quickly release something: He is completely lost with the maze of stone. He takes his katana out of his bag, but shows no signs of worries. He continues walking along, keeping his pace fast and his footwork light as to avoid any traps. He does take note of the architecture of the building and the lack of decorations.
((Okay, the opposite side of the Arena is A. Far, Far away and B. At the opposite end of a maze-like series of castle corridors. The whole point is that we have to search for each other. Hope that clarifies))
OOC: Oops. I kind of thought we were in a center spoke of a series of corridors. Sorry. I'll adjust.
Kyle steps into the corridor, moving quick and light. He never stops to consider that he might be lost; he proceeds with absolute confidence, a maniac grin on his face.
"Come ou' an' plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, Swordsman! I 'aven't 'ad the chance ta scrap fer a year now!"
Nobunaga continues his aimless wanderings through the many corridors, until he comes to an intersection...
"Aw, shoot...which way? Left or right?"
Focusing inward, he closes his eyes and notes the subtle movements in the air around him. He then puts his long, unkempt hair back in a tie.
"Okay...right."
He boldly takes the right path, but not before slashing a mark in the stone on his path.
"Like leaving breadcrumbs...'cept, not..."
Kyle continues through the maze, making turns at random, but always making sure to not re-tread his own path. ((He has great direction sense. Yeah, I deliberately chose the terrain he's best in)).
"Where is tha' bugger?"
Kyle turns down another hallway, only to find himself in a large ballroom, set out as though for a feast.
"Hey now, wha's all this then?"
Nobunaga keeps walking...and walking...until he comes to another intersection. The right path has a slash in the wall...
"Well I'll be...I've been goin' around in circles...guess I go left..."
He takes the left path. After a little bit of walking, he comes to a ball room with sumptuous amounts of food. Along with his opponent.
"Hey, it's about time I saw a friendly face! I mean...well, you know."
Nobunaga lazily goes into a stance, holding his sword to his side and watching his opponent with a keen eye.
OOC: Sorry for my absence. :OOC
BIC: Surprisingly the two combatants do not set off any traps on their wanderings through the corridors. However, upon entering the opposite sides of this ballroom, they both hear slight ticking noises and an eerie creaking.
"Well lad, le's SEE WHAT YOU GOT!"
Moving impossibly fast for an ordinary human ((Yay feat selection)), Kyle leaps onto the table, rushing his opponent. Just before the table would end, he jumps up, grabbing hold of a chandelier and swinging until he's about five feet behind Nobunga. Wasting absolutely no time, he rushes in, daggers moving in a blurred flurry of attacks.
((One big advantage of dagger vs. Any Sword: If the dagger gets in close, it's WAY too close for the sword))
Nobunaga looks as Kyle rushes him.
"Hmmm...fast."
He parries as many of the attacks with his sheath as he can, but some of the knife cuts go through to and slice his skin. After a few moments, Nobunaga slams his sheath into Kyle's side, stopping him cold. Nobunaga jumps backwards end watches his opponent, his guard seeming to be much more formidable than before.
"Okay...I've gauged you a little bit. Those daggers make good cuts, but not as bad as I did to you.
Kyle looks down and notices his left pant leg is seeped in blood. His thigh has a deep gash; not enough to impede movement, but still more than skin deep.
"If you're gonna rush me, boy, you're gonna wanna better guard..."
The ticking stops suddenly and spikes spring from the ceiling shooting downward at the combatants and covering the whole of the room, there is barely enough room for them to dodge in between the spikes and a seemingly random few of the spikes seep a glowing green poison.
The creaking, on the other hand, doesnt seem to stop with the springing of the spikes, and a slight pop is heard amidst the creaking.
With an almost supernatural grace, Kyle dances between the spikes, his leg already healing.
"I think ye've underestimated the power o' me faith. An' now, o' course, the battlefiel' is now more ta me likin'. Narrow confines bree' narrow fightin'"
Kyle jumps up, landing lightfooted on top of one of the spikes embedded in the floor ((I'm assuming they're big ass spikes)). Grinning, he flashes out his knives.
And vanishes from view.
Nobunaga clumsily dodges the spikes as they fall from the ceiling. In doing this, however, he loses sight of his opponent.
"Hiding's not going to help you. Unless you can turn into a ghost, then I'll find ya."
Nobunaga closes his eyes and enters a state of deeper conciousness. Suddenly, he can see everything in his mind's eye. The food. The poison. The spikes. Everything that the air comes in contact with around Nobunaga makes an impression into his mental image of the now spike-studded arena. Even his opponent.
Nobunaga makes a single cut and resheathes his sword. Some of the spikes in the ground split for seemingly no reason moments after the sword is back in place. Nobunaga notices that there is more blood on his blade, although not much.
"You think you're fast kid? You've never met a master of the Diamond Mind. And that's gonna be what kills you today."
Kyle laughs.
"Tha' ol' trick? We'll see how yer hearin' stacks up to me footpaddin'."
In that split-second of talking, Nobunga realizes that Kyle was, in fact, behind him. ((I'm sorry if Move Silently doesn't work on Diamond Mind, I'm not familiar with it)). With a wild whoop, he plants his knee into the swordsman's back, hard, and rakes his daggers across Nobunga's biceps. With a cocky grin, he leaps over the spikes again, and vanishes from view.
"Come o' an' play, swordsman. It'll be borin', jus' comin' a' ya from nowhere."
((Dagger sneak attack FTW! Thank you, Invisible Blade))
Such was Kyle's plan. And against any opponent, it would've been a great one. But not even Kyle's subtle movements could decieve Nobunaga's now heightened senses. Moments before Kyle's knee hits Nobunaga, he slams his sheath into Kyle's chest without looking at him.
"Well, I'll be. I think I found the rat..."
Nobunaga turns and attacks with one fluid motion. The air arround the combatants feels as if a flock of birds is flying by. Chips come off of the spikes and floor around them as the strike turns the very air into a blade.
OOC: Oh, so you've never read Book of Nine Swords? Hearing the Air gives me blindsense...aka Move Silently doesn't work...
Kyle slides through the field, narrowly avoiding the attack with inhuman grace and speed.
"Well the', we'll jus' 'ave ta do this ta ol'-fashio' way. En Guarde!"
Kyle blitzes into the attack, whipping his daggers through the air in silver-streaked blurs. He taunts his foe the entire time, sending well-placed jabs into his psychology. The furious assault leaves no time to think of counter-attack; Nobunga has to worry about his own hide first.
((To give you an idea, this guy attacks with weapon finesse and a 48 dex. And last I checked, Blindsense and Blindsight were negated by Move Silently, AND Blindsense doesn't give you full sight, only a vague perception. Additionally, you need line of effect, making the spikes block your blindsense))
As the daggers fly at Nobunaga, he makes a single attack, throwing one of the daggers of into the end of the room. But the attack was only to get the blade out of its sheath. He presents his sheath out and moves it to intercept the other blade with keen precision. The dagger flies into the sheath, but no sounds can be heard. The dagger simply disappears into a void of nothingness.
"I remember you said at the bar that I couldn't destroy your daggers. But they don't do you much good if you can't get to them. Now, I'd suggest dodging. Lots and lots of dodging."
Nobunaga releases a furious volley of attacks. It seems as if time stands still simply so that all of the attacks can be present. The barrage is nothing but flashes of silver and the cutting of air.
The spikes are stone and as such fall apart with ease when they are struck, they are indeed large enough for Kyle to stand upon. A peice of shrapnel from one of the slashed stones sets off yet another trap in this room, a pit opens up in teh center of the rooming shaking the whole room until the 10' by 10' by undetermined yet lenghty drop into a pit of acid is done opening.
The creaking lets out more small pops then eight large swinging axe-like blades fall from the sides of the ceiling and swing the width of the room. They are set in pairs at 5 foot intervals throughout the room and the two in pairs are alternating on their swinging and mere inches apart to make dodging through them quite difficult.
OOC: Reminder: Rules dont matter here.
Kyle doges nimbly, pulling some truly amazing maneuvers to save his own hide ((Can the human gut be sucked in THAT FAR?)). As he continues, the look of desperation on his face grows, until finally, seeing a weakness, Nobunga slashes in.
It seems impossible. It SHOULDN'T be possible. But the crowd, the judges, and Nobunga all see it.
Kyle has caught Nobunga's sword between his palms.
"Now tha' was downrigh' rude, takin' me blades like tha'."
With a surge of strength, Kyle rips the blade sideways, not trying to break it, for the surge of released magic would kill both of them, but to send the blade flying away.
And even as they watch, Kyle's wounds ((about 2 so far, the chest and the leg)) heal completely.
((Didn't see Sorcen's trap up there, but the action is unchanged, for now))
Nobunaga looks shocked as Dusk flies out of his hands. However, as it flies away, Nobunaga bashes Kyle's temple with his sheath.
"Hmm, funny."
Kyle uses the momentum to begin a backflip, sending him between axeblades narrowly. He lands atop another brace of spikes, and drops into a fighting position.
"Come o' the', le's settle this han'-ta-han'."
He beckons tauntingly, only to leap back from another axe blade.
"These are damned annoyin' they are. Nobody eve' mentione' traps as par' o' ta deal."
Nobunaga watches as the axe blades fall. He punches one directly at the blade. Surprisingly, there is no blood. It's as if he cancelled the attack from happening. Nobunaga looks at Kyle.
"Nah, I'm not so good with the old fists."
He dashes over to Dusk and Kyle's other dagger. He turns his sheath down and the first of Kyle's daggers falls out. Nobunaga throws the two blades to their rightful owner and says:
"But I do want a fair fight. So, enjoy!"
Kyle catches them deftly.
"Finally, an oppone' wit' a scrap o' decency. Ye'd be amazed how many necks I've 'ad to snap because they wouldn' gimme my knives back."
Kyle leaps up, grabbing a swinging pendulum by the haft. He swings from axe to axe, always above the deadly blades. Finally, he lands next to Nobunga, knives in hand. He bows low.
"Honor and Glory, Swordsman."
He raises his guard.
Nobunaga bows in return to the knife fighter and comtemplates his next move. His outline turns blurry as he begins to say something that only he can hear or understand. Suddenly, his eyes open and his sword is released.
"HURRICANE OF CRANES!"
The sword flies at Kyle like steel lighting, and the sound of air being cleaved can be heard echoing throughout the halls of the castle. The stone behind the trail of the sword begins to fissure and split as the air turns into a wind of blades. All of this is coming at Kyle.
OOC: Sorry to delay. I've been really busy.
"Well, THA' IS a goo' way ta ge' serious. Defense time."
Kyle dodges as much of the air as possible, intercepting the physical blade with his knives. He ignores the axe blades, getting slashed on the shoulder and legs, but you can see the wounds healing before your eyes. After this barrage of defense, Kyle is bruised, battered, and breathing heavily. Right up until he stops breathing entirely. Swaying, he seems to go down, and Nobunga ((Sorry, taking this to logical conclusion)) comes in for the kill.
And the knife-fighter explodes into a flurry of motion, slashing and stabbing furiously, trying to drive his foe to the acid pit.
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Nobunaga again does his best to block the onncoming hail of attacks, however, his skin is slashed and torn from the attacks that go through. He also is constantly looking behind him, noticing his continuing walk backwards.
"Hmmm...I'm being stuck between a rock and a hard place...C'mon Dusk, it's time to blow some doors down!"
Kyle seems to notice that fewer and fewer of his attacks are parried, but even fewer are acutally hitting. Eventually, Nobunaga is swaying in a perfect rythm of defense. Every attack comes a hair's width to hitting, but the attacks just aren't long enough. At a moments notice, the sound of ripping flesh can be heard, twice. Kyle's attacks cease as his two daggers are completely embeded in Nobunaga's palms. The blood does not seem to be running nearly as fast as it should be, and no sign of discomfort is on Nobunaga's face.
"I think that's enough of that."
Nobunaga jumps up and drop kicks Kyle in the chest, wretching his hands free and sending Kyle across the room. As Nobunaga stands and enters a stance, he simply smiles, knowlingly...
Kyle grimaces.
"Ugh, me knives. Secon' time 'n one scrap. Thi' i' 'ome kinda recor', swordsman. Ah well, nothin' I ken do."
Kyle picks himself up, dusts himself off, and drops into a defensive stance.
"Come o' ye gnoll spawned son of a remidial ogre prostitute. Le's see if ye go' wha' i 'akes ta finish me off, ye misbegotten experiment of a mad kobold wizard."
OOC: Gareth, Kyle still has his knives. Nobunaga was just stopping them, but he didn't take them.
"Hey, there's no need for name calling. I'm just trying to have some fun."
Nobunaga looks at his opponent and begins to think. After a moment, his outline begins to shift and waver again. He begins to walk towards Kyle, although his walking is comparible to most people's running at this point. He comes within several feet of Kyle until he stops. Nobunaga then releases a quick slash at Kyle.
"Alrigh', i's time to END IT."
Kyle dances aside, moving faster than he has before, a mere blur against the background. Slashes and stabs rain down at a speed that shouldn't be possible without magic, yet they come, a torrent of metallic hate trying to cut through Nobunga's body and go straight to the soul. You can't see Kyle directly, only a faint, blurred shadow on the floor as his god-like speed continues to hammer down upon Nobunga.
Nobunaga makes no effort of defense. No effort of evading, dodging, blocking or running is made. Within moments, his body is being torn to pieces by Kyle's onslaught. No sign of pain is on Nobunaga's face, however is body is becoming more and more of a bloody mess. As the barrage of steel continues, Nobunaga's eyes begin to close, and his body begins to slump. However, in a last, desperate surge of energy, he makes a warrior's cry:
"IRON HEART SURGE!"
Nobunaga's ki flows like a newly freed river as it pours over his body to grant him a new reserve of energy. Kyle's attacks cease due to the sheer willpower being created by Nobunaga's spirit. His wounds begin to heal slowly as the deep cuts become more and more superficial.
"Iron Heart...Endurance..."
Nobunaga regains his standing and wrings out some of the excess blood on his white outfit. He stills is breathing heavily, however his body is nowhere near the wretched condition it was previously.
"You're right, though. It is time to end this...Now, take this...the sword of the dark moon....Silver Eclipse!"
The ki channeling around Nobunaga begins to culminate around his blade. As he resheathes his weapon, the castle, the arena, even Baator itself...begins to fade into darkness.
"Now...die."
A flash of the most pure, crystaline light erupts from Nobunaga's sheath. It is Dusk, the ki surrounding the blade creating the only light. The blade looks as if like the very crescent moon itself. As the light travels towards Kyle, it shatters, breaking into a thousand pieces of what looks like flying half-disks of platinum. Suddenly, they are charge Kyle head on, each one thirsting to make the kill...
Kyle smiles.
"That, sir, is a lot of knives."
His blades whirl as he dances through the torrent of light, eyes wincing. He shouldn't move this fast, yet he is, and his hands move faster, a whirring shield of razor steel. He flows through the torrent, seeking his foe, taking cuts even through his keen-bladed defense. But, even as you watch, the wounds begin to heal.
"I'll need ta learn them tricks sometime, swordsman."
((In case you, understandably, get offended or angry, please note: Kyle doesn't SHOW fear. He may be afraid, he may even sh*t his pants, but fear will never register on him. Additionally, this man is moving a few notches below the speed of sound. A few notches meaning a few nanoseconds))
The cuts that Kyle recieves from Nobunaga's attack are not actually bleeding, nor did they cut the skin. However, Kyle's body is now outlined in a pattern of mystical runes. On his forehead, a crescent moon begins to glow predominately. The walls of the castle begin to fade into sheer night. All that remains now is a field of absolute black, dead oblivion. In the sky above, a huge, beautiful crescent moon shines, giving some light to the darkened plane. However, the moon begins to move. Towards Kyle. At one of the ends of the moon-shaped light, a glowing figue whose outline resmebles Nobunaga seems to be holding it, and driving the massive beam towards Kyle.
"Oh. Crap. Monkies."
Kyle starts running. Really, really fast. You can tell that he's pulling out all the stops in the hopes of outrunning this beam until Nobunga runs out of energy, his path zig-zagging, twisting and turning in wild abandon as he flees the massive attack.
While at first he stays ahead of the beam, the farther and farther that he gets away from the attack, the brighter and brighter the crescent on Kyle's forehead glows. The attack begins to speed up, doubling its own speed to catch up with Kyle. Despite all his efforts, the attack is upon him. The beam falls in a calamity of pure light that engulfs Kyle's entire body. However, is body is still attack, but it feels as though he's being consumed by cold fire. Suddenly, a thousand blades fly out and slash Kyle from all directions.
"Son of a -"
Kyle screams in pain as the blades rip through him, unable to avoid the assault. His blood spills out, coating the ground in a crimson sheet. He drops to his knees, blades still sticking out of his body. Yet, slowly, he rises, swaying and moving slowly, haltingly.
"I'm...not...dead...yet...swordsman. "
Light begins to return to the plane. The castle walls phase back into existence and more and more familiar sights return. Kyle is now back in Sorcen's arena, however, Nobunaga is nowhere to be found.
All that remains is Dusk, its blade dull and matted, sundered into pieces.
You can see something odd. Where Kyle's blood spilled, flowers of all sorts are springing from cracks in the stone.
"Swordsman, this isn't the end of it. Come out, and finish this with honor. I want to die with a clean conciense, and if you wait too long, I'll finish healing."
Even now, swords and blades are falling out of Kyle's body.
"Come, swordsman, and take your last waltz!"
There is no answer. Only a faint, hollowing wind, serving as a requiem for the fallen.
Kyle sighs in exasperation and walks over to the shattered remains of Dusk. He rips out more blades from his body and casts them aside, and stoops down. He examines the shattered metal, but doesn't touch it.
"Sorcen, I believe my opponent has destroyed himself. As a favor, I'd like to ask you to reforge his sword, and mount it in a place of honor. It is no less than he deserves."
There will be no need for that.
A panda calmly walks over to the remains of Dusk and gives it a look over.
So, it is Dusk...It's about time I found you...so that could be two down, eight to go...
The panda scoops up the swords remnants and exits, with no other words.
So anyway if anyone is ready for us to judge their matches then speak up because there hasnt been much posting these past few days. And as for EpicEvokerElf's absence, I have no idea, I'm fairly sure he'll return soon though. I'm more wondering about Skydragonslayer's and BlackendEarth's disappearence because alot of the threads have slowed down due to their absence.
I cant recall who you were going to fight but we should have an opening for a match soon so go ahead and get started on setting up your next one. Anyone wishing to fight against Dralix speak up.
We three judges shall convene and judge the Tyrion vs Valoran match at Lord_Bahamut's request. We'll have the results soon, likely tomorrow morning.
Also theres Lord Gareth vs Siventarr and Tapio vs Yurralar waiting for matches by my last check. I'll allot the Yurralar vs Tapio to go first because those players have not been able to fight as much as Lord Gareth and Siventarr have.
Once that is taken care of Doran will be mostly hanging around the bar and/or questing at the time so feel free to challenge him to a match. I'm getting the serious urge to submit another (unique this time) character concept that I had forgotten about until this point, but I'll try to hold it in;)
Also, since Tyrion is dead, I would like to introduce a new character: Silence. I have been working on him for a while, and am planning on putting him in a d20 campaign.
Silence is an android-human magical expirament gone wrong (think Terminator). His face is realtively featureless like a Warforged. He is sexless like a Warforged, although he has a distinctly male personality. He is bald, and his hands end in three fingers. His skin look slike liquid silver constantly shifting around, making watching him confusing as your eyes are drawn to watch the swirling patterns on his body. Silence does not speak; he does not even have a mouth. He communicates telepathically in short sentences. This makes him seem unintelligent, but it hides his cold calculating mind and deceives his opponents into underestimating him.
Silence has a number of magical and technical abilites. He can transform his body into any shape he wants, wether it be a dragon or a bird. He can also morph his hands into weapons, such as swords, crossbows, and futuristic guns. He is also extremely fast. So fast he can dodge bullets of almost any kind wtih ease, if he doesn't just decide to open a hole in his body and let the bullet pass through harmlessly. This is reflexive for Silence, and he can o it without thinking. Silence is also incredibly strong (he once destroyed an entire city with his bare hands by throwing buildings into one another). He can also cast spells as a 20th level wizard, but is limited to Necromancy, Evocation and Transmutation schools. He almost never uses these spells, except in times of great need. He can use gate at will, and that is how he came to the Arena. One of Silence's best and most amusing tactics is to rip of an arm or leg (or both) of one foe and smash him to death with it. His skin is harder then the material, as it was made from an adamantine-mithril mixture imbued with powerful dweomers. His skin is naturally relfective, and any projectile has a 90% chance of simply bouncing away. 5% of the time the projectile pierces his skin, but the other 5% of the time it is relfected by his magic and turned back upon the creature that initiated the attack. This reflective ability affects spells as well as material ranged weapons.
Silince is still a work in progress, I need to test him out in a battle before he'll really be ready.
In the match of Valoran vs Tyrion, the character winner is Tyrion but may be a draw depending on their own decisions and the player winner is Lord_Bahamut.
Dralix vs Krono may begin their match in the 2nd IC thread whenever you two are ready. I like that new character by the way Bahamut.
Bahamut, you may want to PM me. Escape from the Jailhouse is possible, but difficult. I'll explain the nature of it in the PM
Tyrion vs Valoran
Tyrion bursts into the arena in a flash of colored light, and a glimps of the tavern can be seen behind him before the gateway closes. He slips Whiteoak out of its leather case. As soon as his hand touches it, it glows golden. The glow pulses like a hearbeat. Tyrion hefts the quarterstaff into a fighting stance, and communicates telepathically to Valoran. Come, ghost. Let me show the way of good. Let me show you the dawn.
The arena seems to darken where the ghost manifests, a festering sore in reality. Without a sound, Valoran appears, some two hundred feet away from Tyrion.
"Let's get on with this then. I've so many people to slay, it boggles the mortal mind."
He reaches back to his ethereal quiver and draws four arrows, nocking them with care and certainty. He takes aim at his foe.
"Allow me to introduce you to my personal friends, artifacts of some mild power. This one here is Wrath."
The arrow he indicates is covered in angry red runes, and seems to jitter on the bowstring like it can't wait for the release, and the blood of its foe.
"This one is Ruin. One blow, one touch, and whatever it strikes is destroyed utterly."
Ruin is a black arrow, with a silvered tip.
"Next we have Sloth. Should it strike you, you will be consumed with apathy and hopelessness. You will be helpless as a newborn babe."
Sloth seems shorter and thicker than the other arrows, and doesn't look like it will fly with much effort at all.
"And, finally, we have my personal favorite. This last arrow is Suffering. Should it even pass near you, should it come remotely close to touching you, the pain it will cause would be the stuff of legend. Don't let it touch you."
He pulls back on the bowstring, and for the first time, his expression changes. Valoran Galastini smiles a wicked smile, and lets his arrows fly. They streak towards Tyrion with hellish speed, spiraling through the air with minds of their own. They approach Valoran's foe at differed and staggered angles, determined to end him.
"Run, little fool, run."
The ghost snaps his fingers hastily, with a panicked expression on his face, and teleports another two hundred feet away. His shoulder drips ethereal ichor where the staff struck him, but he shrugs it off, uncaring.
"So, you seek to do battle in my realm? Fine, mortal. We will do battle."
He slings his bow over his back and draws a longsword, hefting it with ease and certainty. With his free hand, he snaps his fingers again, and Tyrion can feel the eldritch energy gathering.
"Ever hear about a mage called Iaasac? Had the most wonderful obsession with magic missles. He perfected a spell that people call his Missle Storm."
Valoran smiles.
"I improved it."
In a blinding flash of blood-red light, thousands of screaming, demonic skulls hurtle through the air, seeking Tyrion.
"Of course, my magic missles look different from his, but everyone's do."
The storm of magic missiles rushes toward Tyrion, and this time he knew that dimension dooring away would not save him. He backpedals, wracking his mind for a spell, anything that can counter Valoran's newest attack. In desperation he casts a spell, and some of the magic missiles fizzle away and die. But dozens remain. Finally, and idea comes to him. Throwing up a bubble of transparent blue energy around him, he watches as the magic missiles sputter and fade as they touch his protecive sphere. He smiles smugly, but then without warning his shield overloads and fails. a dozen missiles streak unerringly and slam into the monk. He gasps, and cluthces his side.
"A powerful spell. It would have destroyed me had the missiles all hit."
Tyrion slips through space and reappears at Valoran's side.
"Shall we dance?"
The quarterstaff is a blur again, seeking the ghost's ethereal flesh.
Valoran whips his longsword through the air in a blur of ethereal steel, trying to keep the holy staff away from himself. Without warning, he opens his mouth and shouts with incredible force, sending Tyrion flying back ((Greater Shout spell)) and ripping rock and soil from the earth in a great wave.
"You are growing most irksome, monk."
He snaps his fingers and his visage blurs as he moves with incredible speed. He criss-crosses the Arena again and again, and stops in the center of a huge, elaborate formation.
Valoran has made a hexacle.
"Looks like I'll need to call in some friends."
He sheaths his sword and moves his hands in an intricate dance, gestures flying one after another in flawless form.
"Govori, denata, onlio, car, carvias, gorithas, DIOK!"
The hexacle flashes with blood-red light, and a mist forms between the ghost and his foe. When it dissapates, a huge phalanx of ghostly soldiers stands there, holding tower shields and longswords. Their uniforms are bloody chainmail, and ichor drips from them in a ceaseless cascade.
In unison, they chant.
"The Damned stand ready!"
In lock-step, they advance.
OOC
These aren't just dead people. These are the hard-ass elite mercenaries of Hell. They're tough, they're trained, and they know how to fight in formation. While they may not be as tough as Valoran, they aren't pushovers either.
All Tyrion can hear is a ringing sound as he gets up out of the ground. He doesn't hear what Valoran says, nor his chanting. But he does see the soldiers appear. He mutters a quick spell and restores his hearing. The soldiers advance, and Tyrion growls.
"Have you learned nothing yet, Valoran? If you had watched my past battles, you would know how powerful I can be."
He raises his hand, and the ground beneath the mercenaries feet rumbles. His other hand, now balled into a fist glows with a gray radience. He smashes his fist into his open palm, and a hammer of lawful energy materializes in the air. The head of the hammer must be a hundred feet wide. As Tyrion brings his fist down, the hammer streaks downward. His fist hits his palm, and the hammer crashes into the ground. Soldiers fly hundreds of feet into the air, tossed about like toys as the hammer smashes the ground again and again. Soon all the soldiers are dead, pulverized into a mass of flesh. Tyrion then channels flame from his hands, incinerating the mess and cleaning the arena.
"I have lived for almost two millenia, Valoran. Soldiers like that cannot harm me."
He looks straight at the ghost, now.
"Have you heard of the spell Chaos Hammer? I improved it, and created a lawful version. I call it Hammer of Law. It is destructive, no? Since you seem to like battle with powerful spells, try this one."
Tyrion forms symbols with his hands, and traces lines in the air. Soon a glowing rune hovers in the air, blue light radiating from it. Tyrion now chants, and the rune pulses.
"Dravora, mahistos, torimba, jopande, KARIMBA!"
The rune flares with light, and a trumpet can be heard, playing one sweet note, long and beautiful. A pale mist drifts up from the ground, swirling around Tyrion's feet. Suddenly pillars of golden light shoot down from the sky, and where each one impacts a figure appears. Men with short fur and dog heads look around and draw greatswords. Small balls of light hover and dart to and fro. Beautiful men and women with glowing eyes wearing glimmering chainmail appear, drawing swords. A figure comes floating down one beam of light, a curved horn held to its lips. The pure note comes from this horn, an as he touches the ground, the trumpet archon draws his sword and puts away his trumpet. A large beam of golden-blue light hits the ground with a flash, and a figure with emerald skin stands up, greatsword floating in front of him. He strides over to Tyrion, a friendly smile on his face.
"Well met, friend Tyrion. How may I assist you?"
Tyrion smiles back. "Greetings, Rhevendalin. My opponent over there needs to learn the power of good. Shall we show him?"
Rhevendalin nods and smiles. He puts on a helm decorated with diamonds and fire opals, and bellows one word:
"CHARGE!"
The mass of celestials thunders across the arena, Tyrion and Rhevendalin at its head.
OOC
You know those were lawful, right? Hell is LAWFUL
"Garl'go Voldrai'i Zalous! Damn you, monk!"
Valoran claps his hands together, sending himself back several hundred feet from the charge.
"Monk, I didn't want to do this. Ever. But you've forced my hand, and now I must use that which should never see the light of day."
Drawing his bow, Valoran deliberately reaches back and brings out a single arrow. Raging prismatic runes cover it from fletching to head, and it seems to corrupt reality around it. Already, you can see Hell warping, becoming even more twisted and evil.
"Sin, I call upon your might. You have sworn to serve me but once, now fufill your oath!"
A sibilant, hissing voice issues from the arrow, sending waves of revulsion through the crowd. However evil the ghost might be, this arrow, this shaft of wood, puts him to shame.
"Yes, Butcher, I swore. Use me as you will, then I am done. I yearn for my freedom."
Valoran nocks the arrow and draws back, taking careful aim at the leader of the celestials.
"Vanity! Gluttony! Sloth! Pride! Envy! Wrath! Lust! Claim the pure as your own!"
He lets the arrow fly, and it streaks towards its target with speed born of tens of thousands of years of pure malice. As it rips through the air, a cacophony of screams follows it, and it rips a hole through the air. Midflight, it splits, each arrow different looking, each one seeking a new target.
The phantom speaks grimly.
"You face the sins of every mortal who has ever lived. Every betrayal, every act of evil or hatred, has come back. Each arrow will strike with the full force of all sin. Can you face it? Can your purity stand under the overwhelming tide of corruption?"
Those assailed by the hail of darkness can feel the power of Sin eating away at their mind, assaulting their mental defenses, urging them toward evil. And still, the arrows fly.
:OOC Yes, I know hell is lawful. But a lawful monk can't really cast chaos hammer, can he? It serves the same purpose.:OOC
Left and right celestials fall, screaming as the arrows pierce them. Though the arrows try to corrupt their minds, they would rather die then willfully commit an act of evil. They collapse and drift back to their celestial realms. The charge falters, and soon only Tyrion and Rhevendalin remain untouched. Tyrion and Rhevendalin near Valoran, seekin gflanking positions. Rhevendalin raises his own mighty bow, and fits an arrow to the string. With demonic arrows buzzing around him like wasps, he draws the arrow up to this cheek. But as each arrow chose a foe to strike, so did one arrow choose Rhevendalin. It lances downward, screaming and howling for blood. Rhevendalin does not flinch as it drives itself into his flesh. He calmly breathes out and realeases his own arrow.
"There. I cannot help you anymore, Tyrion."
He sways, and falls to the ground. A golden glow surrounds him, and he fades from view. Tyrion looks up at Valoran, the solar's arrow speeding throug the air at supernatural speed. It hits Valoran, but Tyrion knows not where. For his own arrow has come to claim his life, and he must face the ultimate test.
The arrow shoots across the stadium, corkscrewing madly, trying to throw the monk off. Tyrion stands ready, and to the surprise of Valoran, drops Whiteoak. As Sin comes closer, he runs toward the arrow. Leaping forward to meet it, the air dims and crackles with energy. Time seems to slow as the arrow and the monk come only a few feet away from each other. The monk reaches out, and grabs the arrow. As soon as he touches the arrow, the arena goes black.
The blackness is suddenly broken by a single dot of light. It looks like a candle, wavering and glowing in the darkness. The blackness is pushed back, and the audience can see a hand. The flame is coming from a sword, dancing outward from the hilt. From the darkness, everyone hears Tyrion whisper one sentence:
"Let the dawn chase away the darkness..."
The supernatural night explodes in a cascade of light, red, blue, green, white, orange, every color imaginable. Then every color fades except for the pearly yellow-white of the dawn. The light illuminates Tyrion, holding his sword in one hand and Sin in the other. Sin is no longer twisted, and magical energies do not rage along its length. The arrowhead is made of pure gold, and the shaft is made of a golden wood. The fletching is golden, and the runes are inscribed on the shaft. The light fills the whole stadium. Tyrion walks over to Valoran, holding the new arrow in his hand.
"You see, Valoran? Evil can never live without good. And good is the end of all suffering."
He looks at the new arrow.
"This is... Compassion. If you would only listen to its teachings, you would understand. If you would only listen to the teachings of the other aspects of good, you would understand." Tyrion slips Compassion into his sash.
He reaches a hand out to Valoran.
"Do you see now?"
Valoran rips the arrow of slaying out of his shoulder, inches away from his heart. Ghostly blood drips from the wound and his breath comes in ragged gasps, more from force of habit than nescessity.
"Fool...monk. Sin can't be...changed, only...exchanged. You summoned...his sister...by sending...him away. And I'm...not done...yet."
Valoran dips two fingers in his own blood, drawing a seal upon the ground. The design is intricate, a geometric work of art unto itself, and he works at it intently, all other distractions shut out. Yet, in the space of two seconds, it is finished.
"Menok, vloka, hivirai, holgiunor, gravana, hi, lavorintavar, kolviga, novura, clarata, xala, VEEL!"
The seal surges with light, and widens into a portal in the ground.
"Remember how I spoke of the worlds beyond the afterlife? This is one. When your soul is forgotten by even the gods, when no one can care about you anymore because they do not even know you exist, your soul moves one step closer to oblivion, one step closer to the Jailhouse. This is the Forgetting."
He stands, raising his voice so that he might be heard through the portal.
"Forgotten comrades! Fallen heroes! Legends of ages past! I call to you, and make this offer. Freedom, in the worlds that once were for you, in exchange for a single service. Destroy this monk, and you will be free!"
Voices surge through the portal in responce, a jangle of different answers. Some, still clinging to values they held in life, refuse. Their answers are tinged with bitterness and regret. Others surge through the short-lived portal, bringing five forms in flesh and blood before Tyrion. One is a short man in dark leather armor, holding a short sword and a dagger. Another is a small, spry girl with a book, weaving one hand through the air in arcane sigils. The third is a knight in shining plate, geared for war. The last two are identical; twin brothers in chain mail, holding spears and shields.
They sound off their names.
"Rathbone, assasin of the Flaneass. I answer your call!"
"Escalla Magewrit, Archmage Most Mighty. I answer your call!"
"Vilar Kavis, Knight of the Word. I answer your call!"
"We are Hover, the Two who are One. We answer your call!"
Valoran smiles grimly.
"I am a man of my word, and already I can sense your discomfort working for me. Simply destroy that monk, and freedom is yours."
Solemnly, they all nod, and explode into action. The knight and the two who are Hover take a rather direct approach, attacking at full speed. Hover uses their shields in an attempt to bullrush Tyrion, while Vilar circles around to take advantage of the situation. Rathbone simply fades from sight, using his skill in hiding even in plain sight. Escalla continues tracing her sigil, the design lined out in blue fire as she traces it. The design, already intricate, is branching out into a sphere around her.
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Meet the badasses of ages past. This'll hurt
:OOC Hey, 6 on 1 isn't fair! Oh well, I'll have to even the odds a little. :OOC
The two who are Hover slam Tyrion with their shields, sending him sprawling head over heels. Tyrion shifts his weight as he tumbles, and comes up with a flying doublekick in Vilar's face. The knight is knocked backward by the attack, and Tyrion flips off of his chest as the knight hits the ground, winding him. The twins surge forward, and Tyrion jumps high into the air, higher then what should be humanly possible. He slips a red tinged steel shuriken out of his sash, and hurls it at the two who are Hover. They raise their shields, exactly what Tyrion hoped they would do. The shuriken hits the shields and explodes in a rage of flame, hurling the twins backward a dozen feet. Their shields are molten slag, and the skin on their hands and arms is burned. It sloughs off their bodies as they get up, ethereal stuff oozing out from the horrible wounds. Tyrion opens his palm, and the red shuriken is suddenly there again, undamaged by the flames. Vilar gets up once more, and Tyrion runs up and kicks his chin before he can raise a defense. The knights eyes roll up in his head, then he crashes to the ground unconscious. Tyrion sees something out of the corner of his eye, almost as if the air was twisting. Realization hits him as Rathbone materializes next to him. Tyrion throws out an arm to block the scything shortsword, but can do nothing as the dagger comes in behind and slashes his side. He grunts as the shortsword bites into his arm, cutting through his robe and exposing the tattoos on his skin underneath. One of the tattoos flashes brilliantly from beneath his robe, and Rathbone his sent flying through the air. His flight might have broken the record of nonmagical human flight distance, if the arena wall hadn't been in the way. Tyrion knows that the weapons of the assassin are undoubtedly poisoned, and he can feel the insidious liquid already draining strength from his limbs and life from his heart. He steps through space and time again, appearing two hundred feet away from Valoran and his minions. He focuses on the poison inside him, trying to neutralize it. He succeds, but only partially. He feels weaker, but he knows that he must finish this battle before seeking a powerful cure spell. Looking back to where Valoran was, he sees the two who are Hover charging across the battlefield, longspears at the ready. Tyrion raises both hands palms out. Twin lances of crackling green energy spring from his hands, twisting and looping through the air. They strike the two who are Hover with a flash of emerald light. Acrid green smoke billows outward, and when it clears nothing but fine ethereal dust remains. Tyrion turns back to Valoran and Escalla. The fiery dome Escalla had begun is nearly complete. Tyrion takes his shuriken again and hurls it with all his strength at Valoran. The shuriken bursts into flame as it hurtles through the air.
Escalla continues tracing the sigil, finally linking it with its beginnning. There is a flash, and those in the audience let out a gasp. To Tyrion, it is as though only a single second passes. Yet, in the space of that second, he finds himself encased in a cage of whirling blades as the air about him surges with fire and lightning, trying to end the monk. The shuriken, once flying straight and true, is inexplicably in the ground, and Valoran stands untouched, amazed. Then it hits both Tyrion and Valoran at the same time:
Escalla stopped time itself.
Rathbone picks himself up, shaking his head to clear away the cobwebs. Who was this monk, fast enough to land a blow upon Rathbone? Who was this mysterious mark? No matter. He would bleed like any other, the moment the spell faded.
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Aww, you killed Hover! They were my favorites. Ah well, Rathbone, the knight (when he wakes up), and Escalla are all ready for battle. And yes, she stopped time for twenty seconds, long enough for a few spells, some Delayed Chain Lightnings and Delayed Fireballs, and a Telekinisis to move the shuriken into the groun
:OOC Well, I had to kill some of them. Guess who's next?:OOC
Tyrion throws up a reflective shield, and the fire and lightning are directed back at Escalla; the slicing blades disappear in a puff of blue smoke. Twisting together into a column of destructive energy, the front of the column forms the head of a silver dragon, frost streaming from it's open jaws. It crashes into Escalla's shield, envoloping it in a cocoon of explosive energy.
Tyrion's face is unexpressive as, without showing any sign of knowing Rathbone is there, reaches out one hand faster than a viper and punches the assassin in the face. Once more the assassin is thrown backward, but Tyrion follows up this time. Snatching the shortsword from the stunned assassin's hands, he drives it deep into the man's chest. Ectoplasm fountains out, and Rathbone gurgles away his last breath.
Tyrion calls his shuriken back to him. It appears once more, and Tyrion stuffs it back into his sash. Now he draws his sword, the blade a dancing flame. He strides toward Escalla, face still expresionless.
"You like to play with time? Then it's my turn now."
He strides by Vilar, and thrusts his blade into the unconscious knights back. The knight dies instantly. The move screams that something is wrong within the monk. His lawful good nature would abhor doing such a thing. Tyrion makes no gestures, speaks no runes. He simply keeps striding forward. Without warning, Escalla's protective sphere shatters, showering the mage with pieces of frozen blue fire, much like broken glass. At the same time a meteor comes crashing down on Escalla, cratering the arena where she stood. Now Tyrion is at the rim of the crater. He looks in, satisfied that the bits of carbonized bone are all that remain of Escalla. he turns his expressionless gaze to Valoran.
"You have pushed me too far, Valoran. Now I will end this."
Valoran smiles, a predatory smile that you would see on a wolf about to make its meal.
"What's wrong, monk? Do you feel guilty, slaying a helpless foe? Does your conciense berate you for sending Hover to a fate worse than your death? Are you wracked with regret that you have sent four innocents, fighting only for their freedom from a fate so incomprehensibly tormenting that you and I cannot even remotely imagine of it, back to such a fate? Even poor Rathbone only wanted to be free."
Valoran fades from view as he translocates somewhere, but Tyrion can still hear him, whispering insidiously in his ear.
"Where was your 'compassion' then? Where were all those values of 'good' that you champion? Face it, monk, you're no better than I am. I offered them freedom. I offered them a second chance at life, and you sent them back to torment befitting their legendary status. You condemned them, monk."
His mocking laughter fills the Arena, issuing from everywhere and nowhere.
"Do I even need to finish you, Tyrion? Or have you finished yourself?"
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In case anyone is wondering, Valoran dimension doored into a wall, where he's hiding.
Tyrion's expressionless face betrays no emotion as he replies to Valoran's mocking words.
"There is a point when doing what is right and what is necessarry change paths. Those you brought back died once, and they should have stayed dead. Bringing them back only fostered false hope, which leads to more suffering. I sent them back where they belong, ghost."
He looks around the arena, sending out feelers of magical energy that can sense the perversion the ghost manifests.
"I can do the same to you as well."
Tyrion sheaths his sword. Drawing Whiteoak with one hand, he mumbles under his breath and gestures outward in a circular fashion. A ring of shimmering blue energy forms around Tyrion, then explodes outward. The razor sharp ring of force shears through the arena walls, then contracts back in to Tyrion where it coils around his arm like an armband.
"Come out, Valoran. You can run, but you can't hide."
:OOC that spell was sort of like the spell greater warding, but really changed and turned into an offensive spell.:OOC
Valoran's laughter continues to echo through the arena.
"Monk, they were beyond death, in a fate no god or mortal should ever suffer. The Forgetting is a place of ultimate suffering, and you cast them back into it like they were nothing. I can hear their screams, Tyrion. Each breath curses your name. Every moment for them is agony, and it is all your fault. Maybe, if they had lived, they might have enjoyed true death, a return to their proper afterlife. But you denied it to them, Tyrion. You want to face me? Fine. But can you face yourself afterward? Can you look yourself in the eye ever again, in the dark silence of your soul?"
Without warning, the ghost bursts out of the floor under Tyrion, sliding a bag up to the monk's knees as he flies away. With a grim smile of victory, the ghost readies his loaded longbow and fires in rapid sucession, a hail of arrows.
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Alright, to explain: Valoran unmanifested, sending himself back to the Ethereal, and traveled through the floor to the point under Tyrion. He projected his voice through a minor spell of his own invention. The bag is his Bag of Devouring, and the arrows are just arrows. However, the bow *is* +2 Ghost Touch. He is currently Manifested
Cog, look at this
Hey Cog, you know Valoran is Human, right? Also, are you aware that anyone he kills/killed is sent straight to the Jailhouse? If you're gonna use my mass murderer, use him right! You don't even know what the Jailhouse is!
gareth
Sorry! Somehow, I thought he was an elf. As for the jailhouse thing, can we just say he messed up? Wow, I was this close to coming up with something decent.
The bag slides up Tyrion's legs, and he lashes out at Valoran as he flees to the sidelines of the arena. The monk's fist crosses the planar barriers and cracks against Valoran's side, but that doesn't stop the ghost from using his bow. As the arrows rain down around Tyrion, he yanks the bag off his feet, finding them wet with drool. He looks at Valoran.
"A bag of devouring? You truly are full of surprises, Valoran. But so am I."
Time blinks, and without warning the space around Valoran explodes into a whirlpool of pearly-white swirls of energy. Tyrion turns the arrows aimed at him aside with his bare hands, snatching them out of the air at times. The whirlpool of light fades, and the hail of arrows quits. Tyrion looks around for any sign of his foe. Valoran has disappeared.
:OOC So what happened was Tyrion cast time stop and used the bag of devouring and a portable hole together to create a portal to the astral plane. Then he used his Deflect and Snatch Arrows feats to block the arrows. Can Valoran beat that? :OOC
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He can beat the portal to the Astral. The only planes he can go to (until Elminster decides otherwise, anyway), are the Ethereal and Baator.
Valoran remanifests on the ground, well away from the monk. Though ragged and injured, he smiles triumphantly.
"You can't win, monk. You were doomed to begin with. It is time to end this!"
The phantom pulls out a single arrow from his quiver, with a black shaft. It is tipped by a field of blackness in the shape of a jagged head, that seems to glow with its own malevolence.
"My Death Arrow. It thirsts for your soul, Tyrion. And I'll provide it."
He pulls back the bow, and smiles widely.
And then there were ten of him.
Each Valoran is smiling, each holding a Death Arrow. Even as Tyrion watches, they circle in a mad carosuel, moving faster and faster. Ten bows are trained on Tyrion, and ten arrows nocked on them.
And ten arrows are let fly.
Even as the arrows of death streak towards Tyrion, the ten reload and send a barrage of steel-tipped death towards the monk, the arrows charged with black magics of the foulest sort.
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It's a variant of Mirror Image I found in a novel I read. The idea behind the spinning is that even if you can detect illusions, it moves too fast for you to tell the difference. Incidentally, Valoran's mystery class(es) are Arcane Archer, Spellsword, and Fighter. He just prefers his bow
OOC: Well darn! You ruined all my fun! I'm not surprised though. Just to let you know, Tyrion is now using some of his most powerful magic abilities and spells. If Valoran can beat these, then there's no point in fighting anymore because the ghost would have to be invincible in order to withstand them.:OOC
The arrows dart in, and Tyrion raises a spell in defense. The arrows of death pass through the barrier with ease but lose some of their magical energy to the shields' magic-draining effects. The steel arrows angle away from Tyrion and swoop back around at the Valorans.
"Your magic is powerful, ghost."
Tyrion spits out the words as he draws his sword.
"But mine is stronger."
The flame on the blade changes to a neutral gray color, much like the color of steel. The flame stops wavering and forms a straight edge on one side. The shape of the blade curves much like an oversized scimitar. It looks almost like a dragon's claw. As the arrows of death near, time slows down. Tyrion still moves as fast as he ever did, though, and weaves between the arrows as he runs toward the slow-moving Valorans
"Now go back to hell."
Pale transdimensional fire and ice rips up from the ground beneath Valoran. Time reverts back to normal speed, the arrows of death curving back around towards Tyrion. The other steel arrows impale each Valoran through the chest as fire burns the ghosts and ice freezes them. Tyrion casts another spell, lowering a web of arcane magic over the whole mess. The net tightens to a small bundle of energy, then explodes in a burst of magic. Tyrion, still running towards where Valoran stood, lowers onto all fours as his body crumples and changes. Silver scales wriggle up from beneath his skin while his hair shrinks into his scalp. Fingernails enlarge and harden into claws as a tail snakes out from behind him. Wings erupt from beneath his robe as the clothing begins to meld into his new form. His neck lengthens, and his jaws grow powerful muscles. Soon a raging silver dragon is charging into the crater where Valoran stood. Ice coats the ground in some spots, and Tyrion can see the ghost with his dragon eyesight. Wtih a roar, he blasts frost from his jaws, coating half the arena wtih a foot of ice. Tyrion roars victoriously, and then the arrows of death hit him in the back.
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Impressive. Most impressive. Unfortunately, we're about to bring the Arena down over our heads. Valoran's not just gonna take this, and this is likely going to cause the death of both of us.
Sorcen, this is going to disqualify Valoran, as the audience is about to bite the dust. Every. Last. One.
Death is coming for Valoran. He can feel it in his netherworld bones, can feel the final oblivion coming to claim him. Deep in the hollow of his soul, Valoran knows a feeling he never felt before, in life or in death.
Valoran knows Fear.
His mind screams in terror, his ethereal body frozen. Valoran can't move, can't think, can't do anything but scream in his mind, willing himself to move in vain. The ghost sees Tyrion's attack coming to claim him, and something snaps. Fear is replaced by white-hot anger. How dare this monk slay him!
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Breaking free of his fear, Valoran incants hastily, his expression full of malice. The gestures he uses are complex beyond belief, yet he flies through them as if all Hell had come to claim him. Quite appropriately, I might add.
Energy gathers itself around the ghost, searing the air around his being. Valoran smiles a mad smile as Tyrion's attack comes streaking towards him.
"If I'm going down, Monk, everyone in Hell is coming with me! EVERYONE!"
Valoran slams the energy into the earth, and time seems to stop. For an instant, you see everything at a standstill. The calm before the storm.
"DAMNATION!"
A pulse of black energy, more foul than Asmodeous himself, erupts from the earth, surging through air and rock and stone. It reaches the audience and snuffs the devil's souls as if they were candle flames, and it gnaws away at the rock of the Arena itself.
The pulse continues expanding, leaving empty space behind itself. The survivors can see that there is nothing left of the ghost. The Butcher is dead.
Tyrion staggers as the arrows of death burrow into his scaly hide. Roaring in pain, his anguish is overwhelmed by the black globe of energy Valoran blasts from his spell. The black sphere engulfs Tyrion, who is now entangled by black tentacles of magical slaying produced by the arrows. They wrap around him like an old lover, and the dragon collapses onto the arena floor.
The wave of hellish energy washes over Tyrion. Then it clears, and not a trace of him remains, except for his sword. It lays in the blackened and unholy dirt of the arena. The blade sparks and sputters fitfully, like a candle about to go out. The blade suddenly bursts into all of its original splendor, and fades from existence.
Tyiron has died.
OOC: D***, that was one hell of a battle. No pun intended.:OOC
OOC: Well we had the match judged with Tyrion winning and now Sorcen has to expend energy resurrecting everyone. Try to keep in mind the barriers between the audience and the arena, these are very powerful barriers that only a god would be able to tear down.
For the roleplaying purposes of keeping order I was going to have Sorcen destroy Valoran but he destroyed himself. Our judgement was that Tyrion won as the character winner and Lord_Bahamut won for the best roleplayer as well. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen warily waves his hand and reverses the ghosts damage to the audience and arena barriers. "It was a good show but try to spare my audience if you would be so kind."
Tyrion bursts into the arena in a flash of colored light, and a glimps of the tavern can be seen behind him before the gateway closes. He slips Whiteoak out of its leather case. As soon as his hand touches it, it glows golden. The glow pulses like a hearbeat. Tyrion hefts the quarterstaff into a fighting stance, and communicates telepathically to Valoran. Come, ghost. Let me show the way of good. Let me show you the dawn.
The arena seems to darken where the ghost manifests, a festering sore in reality. Without a sound, Valoran appears, some two hundred feet away from Tyrion.
"Let's get on with this then. I've so many people to slay, it boggles the mortal mind."
He reaches back to his ethereal quiver and draws four arrows, nocking them with care and certainty. He takes aim at his foe.
"Allow me to introduce you to my personal friends, artifacts of some mild power. This one here is Wrath."
The arrow he indicates is covered in angry red runes, and seems to jitter on the bowstring like it can't wait for the release, and the blood of its foe.
"This one is Ruin. One blow, one touch, and whatever it strikes is destroyed utterly."
Ruin is a black arrow, with a silvered tip.
"Next we have Sloth. Should it strike you, you will be consumed with apathy and hopelessness. You will be helpless as a newborn babe."
Sloth seems shorter and thicker than the other arrows, and doesn't look like it will fly with much effort at all.
"And, finally, we have my personal favorite. This last arrow is Suffering. Should it even pass near you, should it come remotely close to touching you, the pain it will cause would be the stuff of legend. Don't let it touch you."
He pulls back on the bowstring, and for the first time, his expression changes. Valoran Galastini smiles a wicked smile, and lets his arrows fly. They streak towards Tyrion with hellish speed, spiraling through the air with minds of their own. They approach Valoran's foe at differed and staggered angles, determined to end him.
"Run, little fool, run."
The ghost snaps his fingers hastily, with a panicked expression on his face, and teleports another two hundred feet away. His shoulder drips ethereal ichor where the staff struck him, but he shrugs it off, uncaring.
"So, you seek to do battle in my realm? Fine, mortal. We will do battle."
He slings his bow over his back and draws a longsword, hefting it with ease and certainty. With his free hand, he snaps his fingers again, and Tyrion can feel the eldritch energy gathering.
"Ever hear about a mage called Iaasac? Had the most wonderful obsession with magic missles. He perfected a spell that people call his Missle Storm."
Valoran smiles.
"I improved it."
In a blinding flash of blood-red light, thousands of screaming, demonic skulls hurtle through the air, seeking Tyrion.
"Of course, my magic missles look different from his, but everyone's do."
The storm of magic missiles rushes toward Tyrion, and this time he knew that dimension dooring away would not save him. He backpedals, wracking his mind for a spell, anything that can counter Valoran's newest attack. In desperation he casts a spell, and some of the magic missiles fizzle away and die. But dozens remain. Finally, and idea comes to him. Throwing up a bubble of transparent blue energy around him, he watches as the magic missiles sputter and fade as they touch his protecive sphere. He smiles smugly, but then without warning his shield overloads and fails. a dozen missiles streak unerringly and slam into the monk. He gasps, and cluthces his side.
"A powerful spell. It would have destroyed me had the missiles all hit."
Tyrion slips through space and reappears at Valoran's side.
"Shall we dance?"
The quarterstaff is a blur again, seeking the ghost's ethereal flesh.
Valoran whips his longsword through the air in a blur of ethereal steel, trying to keep the holy staff away from himself. Without warning, he opens his mouth and shouts with incredible force, sending Tyrion flying back ((Greater Shout spell)) and ripping rock and soil from the earth in a great wave.
"You are growing most irksome, monk."
He snaps his fingers and his visage blurs as he moves with incredible speed. He criss-crosses the Arena again and again, and stops in the center of a huge, elaborate formation.
Valoran has made a hexacle.
"Looks like I'll need to call in some friends."
He sheaths his sword and moves his hands in an intricate dance, gestures flying one after another in flawless form.
"Govori, denata, onlio, car, carvias, gorithas, DIOK!"
The hexacle flashes with blood-red light, and a mist forms between the ghost and his foe. When it dissapates, a huge phalanx of ghostly soldiers stands there, holding tower shields and longswords. Their uniforms are bloody chainmail, and ichor drips from them in a ceaseless cascade.
In unison, they chant.
"The Damned stand ready!"
In lock-step, they advance.
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These aren't just dead people. These are the hard-ass elite mercenaries of Hell. They're tough, they're trained, and they know how to fight in formation. While they may not be as tough as Valoran, they aren't pushovers either.
All Tyrion can hear is a ringing sound as he gets up out of the ground. He doesn't hear what Valoran says, nor his chanting. But he does see the soldiers appear. He mutters a quick spell and restores his hearing. The soldiers advance, and Tyrion growls.
"Have you learned nothing yet, Valoran? If you had watched my past battles, you would know how powerful I can be."
He raises his hand, and the ground beneath the mercenaries feet rumbles. His other hand, now balled into a fist glows with a gray radience. He smashes his fist into his open palm, and a hammer of lawful energy materializes in the air. The head of the hammer must be a hundred feet wide. As Tyrion brings his fist down, the hammer streaks downward. His fist hits his palm, and the hammer crashes into the ground. Soldiers fly hundreds of feet into the air, tossed about like toys as the hammer smashes the ground again and again. Soon all the soldiers are dead, pulverized into a mass of flesh. Tyrion then channels flame from his hands, incinerating the mess and cleaning the arena.
"I have lived for almost two millenia, Valoran. Soldiers like that cannot harm me."
He looks straight at the ghost, now.
"Have you heard of the spell Chaos Hammer? I improved it, and created a lawful version. I call it Hammer of Law. It is destructive, no? Since you seem to like battle with powerful spells, try this one."
Tyrion forms symbols with his hands, and traces lines in the air. Soon a glowing rune hovers in the air, blue light radiating from it. Tyrion now chants, and the rune pulses.
"Dravora, mahistos, torimba, jopande, KARIMBA!"
The rune flares with light, and a trumpet can be heard, playing one sweet note, long and beautiful. A pale mist drifts up from the ground, swirling around Tyrion's feet. Suddenly pillars of golden light shoot down from the sky, and where each one impacts a figure appears. Men with short fur and dog heads look around and draw greatswords. Small balls of light hover and dart to and fro. Beautiful men and women with glowing eyes wearing glimmering chainmail appear, drawing swords. A figure comes floating down one beam of light, a curved horn held to its lips. The pure note comes from this horn, an as he touches the ground, the trumpet archon draws his sword and puts away his trumpet. A large beam of golden-blue light hits the ground with a flash, and a figure with emerald skin stands up, greatsword floating in front of him. He strides over to Tyrion, a friendly smile on his face.
"Well met, friend Tyrion. How may I assist you?"
Tyrion smiles back. "Greetings, Rhevendalin. My opponent over there needs to learn the power of good. Shall we show him?"
Rhevendalin nods and smiles. He puts on a helm decorated with diamonds and fire opals, and bellows one word:
"CHARGE!"
The mass of celestials thunders across the arena, Tyrion and Rhevendalin at its head.
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You know those were lawful, right? Hell is LAWFUL
"Garl'go Voldrai'i Zalous! Damn you, monk!"
Valoran claps his hands together, sending himself back several hundred feet from the charge.
"Monk, I didn't want to do this. Ever. But you've forced my hand, and now I must use that which should never see the light of day."
Drawing his bow, Valoran deliberately reaches back and brings out a single arrow. Raging prismatic runes cover it from fletching to head, and it seems to corrupt reality around it. Already, you can see Hell warping, becoming even more twisted and evil.
"Sin, I call upon your might. You have sworn to serve me but once, now fufill your oath!"
A sibilant, hissing voice issues from the arrow, sending waves of revulsion through the crowd. However evil the ghost might be, this arrow, this shaft of wood, puts him to shame.
"Yes, Butcher, I swore. Use me as you will, then I am done. I yearn for my freedom."
Valoran nocks the arrow and draws back, taking careful aim at the leader of the celestials.
"Vanity! Gluttony! Sloth! Pride! Envy! Wrath! Lust! Claim the pure as your own!"
He lets the arrow fly, and it streaks towards its target with speed born of tens of thousands of years of pure malice. As it rips through the air, a cacophony of screams follows it, and it rips a hole through the air. Midflight, it splits, each arrow different looking, each one seeking a new target.
The phantom speaks grimly.
"You face the sins of every mortal who has ever lived. Every betrayal, every act of evil or hatred, has come back. Each arrow will strike with the full force of all sin. Can you face it? Can your purity stand under the overwhelming tide of corruption?"
Those assailed by the hail of darkness can feel the power of Sin eating away at their mind, assaulting their mental defenses, urging them toward evil. And still, the arrows fly.
:OOC Yes, I know hell is lawful. But a lawful monk can't really cast chaos hammer, can he? It serves the same purpose.:OOC
Left and right celestials fall, screaming as the arrows pierce them. Though the arrows try to corrupt their minds, they would rather die then willfully commit an act of evil. They collapse and drift back to their celestial realms. The charge falters, and soon only Tyrion and Rhevendalin remain untouched. Tyrion and Rhevendalin near Valoran, seekin gflanking positions. Rhevendalin raises his own mighty bow, and fits an arrow to the string. With demonic arrows buzzing around him like wasps, he draws the arrow up to this cheek. But as each arrow chose a foe to strike, so did one arrow choose Rhevendalin. It lances downward, screaming and howling for blood. Rhevendalin does not flinch as it drives itself into his flesh. He calmly breathes out and realeases his own arrow.
"There. I cannot help you anymore, Tyrion."
He sways, and falls to the ground. A golden glow surrounds him, and he fades from view. Tyrion looks up at Valoran, the solar's arrow speeding throug the air at supernatural speed. It hits Valoran, but Tyrion knows not where. For his own arrow has come to claim his life, and he must face the ultimate test.
The arrow shoots across the stadium, corkscrewing madly, trying to throw the monk off. Tyrion stands ready, and to the surprise of Valoran, drops Whiteoak. As Sin comes closer, he runs toward the arrow. Leaping forward to meet it, the air dims and crackles with energy. Time seems to slow as the arrow and the monk come only a few feet away from each other. The monk reaches out, and grabs the arrow. As soon as he touches the arrow, the arena goes black.
The blackness is suddenly broken by a single dot of light. It looks like a candle, wavering and glowing in the darkness. The blackness is pushed back, and the audience can see a hand. The flame is coming from a sword, dancing outward from the hilt. From the darkness, everyone hears Tyrion whisper one sentence:
"Let the dawn chase away the darkness..."
The supernatural night explodes in a cascade of light, red, blue, green, white, orange, every color imaginable. Then every color fades except for the pearly yellow-white of the dawn. The light illuminates Tyrion, holding his sword in one hand and Sin in the other. Sin is no longer twisted, and magical energies do not rage along its length. The arrowhead is made of pure gold, and the shaft is made of a golden wood. The fletching is golden, and the runes are inscribed on the shaft. The light fills the whole stadium. Tyrion walks over to Valoran, holding the new arrow in his hand.
"You see, Valoran? Evil can never live without good. And good is the end of all suffering."
He looks at the new arrow.
"This is... Compassion. If you would only listen to its teachings, you would understand. If you would only listen to the teachings of the other aspects of good, you would understand." Tyrion slips Compassion into his sash.
He reaches a hand out to Valoran.
"Do you see now?"
Valoran rips the arrow of slaying out of his shoulder, inches away from his heart. Ghostly blood drips from the wound and his breath comes in ragged gasps, more from force of habit than nescessity.
"Fool...monk. Sin can't be...changed, only...exchanged. You summoned...his sister...by sending...him away. And I'm...not done...yet."
Valoran dips two fingers in his own blood, drawing a seal upon the ground. The design is intricate, a geometric work of art unto itself, and he works at it intently, all other distractions shut out. Yet, in the space of two seconds, it is finished.
"Menok, vloka, hivirai, holgiunor, gravana, hi, lavorintavar, kolviga, novura, clarata, xala, VEEL!"
The seal surges with light, and widens into a portal in the ground.
"Remember how I spoke of the worlds beyond the afterlife? This is one. When your soul is forgotten by even the gods, when no one can care about you anymore because they do not even know you exist, your soul moves one step closer to oblivion, one step closer to the Jailhouse. This is the Forgetting."
He stands, raising his voice so that he might be heard through the portal.
"Forgotten comrades! Fallen heroes! Legends of ages past! I call to you, and make this offer. Freedom, in the worlds that once were for you, in exchange for a single service. Destroy this monk, and you will be free!"
Voices surge through the portal in responce, a jangle of different answers. Some, still clinging to values they held in life, refuse. Their answers are tinged with bitterness and regret. Others surge through the short-lived portal, bringing five forms in flesh and blood before Tyrion. One is a short man in dark leather armor, holding a short sword and a dagger. Another is a small, spry girl with a book, weaving one hand through the air in arcane sigils. The third is a knight in shining plate, geared for war. The last two are identical; twin brothers in chain mail, holding spears and shields.
They sound off their names.
"Rathbone, assasin of the Flaneass. I answer your call!"
"Escalla Magewrit, Archmage Most Mighty. I answer your call!"
"Vilar Kavis, Knight of the Word. I answer your call!"
"We are Hover, the Two who are One. We answer your call!"
Valoran smiles grimly.
"I am a man of my word, and already I can sense your discomfort working for me. Simply destroy that monk, and freedom is yours."
Solemnly, they all nod, and explode into action. The knight and the two who are Hover take a rather direct approach, attacking at full speed. Hover uses their shields in an attempt to bullrush Tyrion, while Vilar circles around to take advantage of the situation. Rathbone simply fades from sight, using his skill in hiding even in plain sight. Escalla continues tracing her sigil, the design lined out in blue fire as she traces it. The design, already intricate, is branching out into a sphere around her.
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Meet the badasses of ages past. This'll hurt
:OOC Hey, 6 on 1 isn't fair! Oh well, I'll have to even the odds a little. :OOC
The two who are Hover slam Tyrion with their shields, sending him sprawling head over heels. Tyrion shifts his weight as he tumbles, and comes up with a flying doublekick in Vilar's face. The knight is knocked backward by the attack, and Tyrion flips off of his chest as the knight hits the ground, winding him. The twins surge forward, and Tyrion jumps high into the air, higher then what should be humanly possible. He slips a red tinged steel shuriken out of his sash, and hurls it at the two who are Hover. They raise their shields, exactly what Tyrion hoped they would do. The shuriken hits the shields and explodes in a rage of flame, hurling the twins backward a dozen feet. Their shields are molten slag, and the skin on their hands and arms is burned. It sloughs off their bodies as they get up, ethereal stuff oozing out from the horrible wounds. Tyrion opens his palm, and the red shuriken is suddenly there again, undamaged by the flames. Vilar gets up once more, and Tyrion runs up and kicks his chin before he can raise a defense. The knights eyes roll up in his head, then he crashes to the ground unconscious. Tyrion sees something out of the corner of his eye, almost as if the air was twisting. Realization hits him as Rathbone materializes next to him. Tyrion throws out an arm to block the scything shortsword, but can do nothing as the dagger comes in behind and slashes his side. He grunts as the shortsword bites into his arm, cutting through his robe and exposing the tattoos on his skin underneath. One of the tattoos flashes brilliantly from beneath his robe, and Rathbone his sent flying through the air. His flight might have broken the record of nonmagical human flight distance, if the arena wall hadn't been in the way. Tyrion knows that the weapons of the assassin are undoubtedly poisoned, and he can feel the insidious liquid already draining strength from his limbs and life from his heart. He steps through space and time again, appearing two hundred feet away from Valoran and his minions. He focuses on the poison inside him, trying to neutralize it. He succeds, but only partially. He feels weaker, but he knows that he must finish this battle before seeking a powerful cure spell. Looking back to where Valoran was, he sees the two who are Hover charging across the battlefield, longspears at the ready. Tyrion raises both hands palms out. Twin lances of crackling green energy spring from his hands, twisting and looping through the air. They strike the two who are Hover with a flash of emerald light. Acrid green smoke billows outward, and when it clears nothing but fine ethereal dust remains. Tyrion turns back to Valoran and Escalla. The fiery dome Escalla had begun is nearly complete. Tyrion takes his shuriken again and hurls it with all his strength at Valoran. The shuriken bursts into flame as it hurtles through the air.
Escalla continues tracing the sigil, finally linking it with its beginnning. There is a flash, and those in the audience let out a gasp. To Tyrion, it is as though only a single second passes. Yet, in the space of that second, he finds himself encased in a cage of whirling blades as the air about him surges with fire and lightning, trying to end the monk. The shuriken, once flying straight and true, is inexplicably in the ground, and Valoran stands untouched, amazed. Then it hits both Tyrion and Valoran at the same time:
Escalla stopped time itself.
Rathbone picks himself up, shaking his head to clear away the cobwebs. Who was this monk, fast enough to land a blow upon Rathbone? Who was this mysterious mark? No matter. He would bleed like any other, the moment the spell faded.
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Aww, you killed Hover! They were my favorites. Ah well, Rathbone, the knight (when he wakes up), and Escalla are all ready for battle. And yes, she stopped time for twenty seconds, long enough for a few spells, some Delayed Chain Lightnings and Delayed Fireballs, and a Telekinisis to move the shuriken into the groun
:OOC Well, I had to kill some of them. Guess who's next?:OOC
Tyrion throws up a reflective shield, and the fire and lightning are directed back at Escalla; the slicing blades disappear in a puff of blue smoke. Twisting together into a column of destructive energy, the front of the column forms the head of a silver dragon, frost streaming from it's open jaws. It crashes into Escalla's shield, envoloping it in a cocoon of explosive energy.
Tyrion's face is unexpressive as, without showing any sign of knowing Rathbone is there, reaches out one hand faster than a viper and punches the assassin in the face. Once more the assassin is thrown backward, but Tyrion follows up this time. Snatching the shortsword from the stunned assassin's hands, he drives it deep into the man's chest. Ectoplasm fountains out, and Rathbone gurgles away his last breath.
Tyrion calls his shuriken back to him. It appears once more, and Tyrion stuffs it back into his sash. Now he draws his sword, the blade a dancing flame. He strides toward Escalla, face still expresionless.
"You like to play with time? Then it's my turn now."
He strides by Vilar, and thrusts his blade into the unconscious knights back. The knight dies instantly. The move screams that something is wrong within the monk. His lawful good nature would abhor doing such a thing. Tyrion makes no gestures, speaks no runes. He simply keeps striding forward. Without warning, Escalla's protective sphere shatters, showering the mage with pieces of frozen blue fire, much like broken glass. At the same time a meteor comes crashing down on Escalla, cratering the arena where she stood. Now Tyrion is at the rim of the crater. He looks in, satisfied that the bits of carbonized bone are all that remain of Escalla. he turns his expressionless gaze to Valoran.
"You have pushed me too far, Valoran. Now I will end this."
Valoran smiles, a predatory smile that you would see on a wolf about to make its meal.
"What's wrong, monk? Do you feel guilty, slaying a helpless foe? Does your conciense berate you for sending Hover to a fate worse than your death? Are you wracked with regret that you have sent four innocents, fighting only for their freedom from a fate so incomprehensibly tormenting that you and I cannot even remotely imagine of it, back to such a fate? Even poor Rathbone only wanted to be free."
Valoran fades from view as he translocates somewhere, but Tyrion can still hear him, whispering insidiously in his ear.
"Where was your 'compassion' then? Where were all those values of 'good' that you champion? Face it, monk, you're no better than I am. I offered them freedom. I offered them a second chance at life, and you sent them back to torment befitting their legendary status. You condemned them, monk."
His mocking laughter fills the Arena, issuing from everywhere and nowhere.
"Do I even need to finish you, Tyrion? Or have you finished yourself?"
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In case anyone is wondering, Valoran dimension doored into a wall, where he's hiding.
Tyrion's expressionless face betrays no emotion as he replies to Valoran's mocking words.
"There is a point when doing what is right and what is necessarry change paths. Those you brought back died once, and they should have stayed dead. Bringing them back only fostered false hope, which leads to more suffering. I sent them back where they belong, ghost."
He looks around the arena, sending out feelers of magical energy that can sense the perversion the ghost manifests.
"I can do the same to you as well."
Tyrion sheaths his sword. Drawing Whiteoak with one hand, he mumbles under his breath and gestures outward in a circular fashion. A ring of shimmering blue energy forms around Tyrion, then explodes outward. The razor sharp ring of force shears through the arena walls, then contracts back in to Tyrion where it coils around his arm like an armband.
"Come out, Valoran. You can run, but you can't hide."
:OOC that spell was sort of like the spell greater warding, but really changed and turned into an offensive spell.:OOC
Valoran's laughter continues to echo through the arena.
"Monk, they were beyond death, in a fate no god or mortal should ever suffer. The Forgetting is a place of ultimate suffering, and you cast them back into it like they were nothing. I can hear their screams, Tyrion. Each breath curses your name. Every moment for them is agony, and it is all your fault. Maybe, if they had lived, they might have enjoyed true death, a return to their proper afterlife. But you denied it to them, Tyrion. You want to face me? Fine. But can you face yourself afterward? Can you look yourself in the eye ever again, in the dark silence of your soul?"
Without warning, the ghost bursts out of the floor under Tyrion, sliding a bag up to the monk's knees as he flies away. With a grim smile of victory, the ghost readies his loaded longbow and fires in rapid sucession, a hail of arrows.
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Alright, to explain: Valoran unmanifested, sending himself back to the Ethereal, and traveled through the floor to the point under Tyrion. He projected his voice through a minor spell of his own invention. The bag is his Bag of Devouring, and the arrows are just arrows. However, the bow *is* +2 Ghost Touch. He is currently Manifested
Cog, look at this
Hey Cog, you know Valoran is Human, right? Also, are you aware that anyone he kills/killed is sent straight to the Jailhouse? If you're gonna use my mass murderer, use him right! You don't even know what the Jailhouse is!
gareth
Sorry! Somehow, I thought he was an elf. As for the jailhouse thing, can we just say he messed up? Wow, I was this close to coming up with something decent.
The bag slides up Tyrion's legs, and he lashes out at Valoran as he flees to the sidelines of the arena. The monk's fist crosses the planar barriers and cracks against Valoran's side, but that doesn't stop the ghost from using his bow. As the arrows rain down around Tyrion, he yanks the bag off his feet, finding them wet with drool. He looks at Valoran.
"A bag of devouring? You truly are full of surprises, Valoran. But so am I."
Time blinks, and without warning the space around Valoran explodes into a whirlpool of pearly-white swirls of energy. Tyrion turns the arrows aimed at him aside with his bare hands, snatching them out of the air at times. The whirlpool of light fades, and the hail of arrows quits. Tyrion looks around for any sign of his foe. Valoran has disappeared.
:OOC So what happened was Tyrion cast time stop and used the bag of devouring and a portable hole together to create a portal to the astral plane. Then he used his Deflect and Snatch Arrows feats to block the arrows. Can Valoran beat that? :OOC
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He can beat the portal to the Astral. The only planes he can go to (until Elminster decides otherwise, anyway), are the Ethereal and Baator.
Valoran remanifests on the ground, well away from the monk. Though ragged and injured, he smiles triumphantly.
"You can't win, monk. You were doomed to begin with. It is time to end this!"
The phantom pulls out a single arrow from his quiver, with a black shaft. It is tipped by a field of blackness in the shape of a jagged head, that seems to glow with its own malevolence.
"My Death Arrow. It thirsts for your soul, Tyrion. And I'll provide it."
He pulls back the bow, and smiles widely.
And then there were ten of him.
Each Valoran is smiling, each holding a Death Arrow. Even as Tyrion watches, they circle in a mad carosuel, moving faster and faster. Ten bows are trained on Tyrion, and ten arrows nocked on them.
And ten arrows are let fly.
Even as the arrows of death streak towards Tyrion, the ten reload and send a barrage of steel-tipped death towards the monk, the arrows charged with black magics of the foulest sort.
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It's a variant of Mirror Image I found in a novel I read. The idea behind the spinning is that even if you can detect illusions, it moves too fast for you to tell the difference. Incidentally, Valoran's mystery class(es) are Arcane Archer, Spellsword, and Fighter. He just prefers his bow
OOC: Well darn! You ruined all my fun! I'm not surprised though. Just to let you know, Tyrion is now using some of his most powerful magic abilities and spells. If Valoran can beat these, then there's no point in fighting anymore because the ghost would have to be invincible in order to withstand them.:OOC
The arrows dart in, and Tyrion raises a spell in defense. The arrows of death pass through the barrier with ease but lose some of their magical energy to the shields' magic-draining effects. The steel arrows angle away from Tyrion and swoop back around at the Valorans.
"Your magic is powerful, ghost."
Tyrion spits out the words as he draws his sword.
"But mine is stronger."
The flame on the blade changes to a neutral gray color, much like the color of steel. The flame stops wavering and forms a straight edge on one side. The shape of the blade curves much like an oversized scimitar. It looks almost like a dragon's claw. As the arrows of death near, time slows down. Tyrion still moves as fast as he ever did, though, and weaves between the arrows as he runs toward the slow-moving Valorans
"Now go back to hell."
Pale transdimensional fire and ice rips up from the ground beneath Valoran. Time reverts back to normal speed, the arrows of death curving back around towards Tyrion. The other steel arrows impale each Valoran through the chest as fire burns the ghosts and ice freezes them. Tyrion casts another spell, lowering a web of arcane magic over the whole mess. The net tightens to a small bundle of energy, then explodes in a burst of magic. Tyrion, still running towards where Valoran stood, lowers onto all fours as his body crumples and changes. Silver scales wriggle up from beneath his skin while his hair shrinks into his scalp. Fingernails enlarge and harden into claws as a tail snakes out from behind him. Wings erupt from beneath his robe as the clothing begins to meld into his new form. His neck lengthens, and his jaws grow powerful muscles. Soon a raging silver dragon is charging into the crater where Valoran stood. Ice coats the ground in some spots, and Tyrion can see the ghost with his dragon eyesight. Wtih a roar, he blasts frost from his jaws, coating half the arena wtih a foot of ice. Tyrion roars victoriously, and then the arrows of death hit him in the back.
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Impressive. Most impressive. Unfortunately, we're about to bring the Arena down over our heads. Valoran's not just gonna take this, and this is likely going to cause the death of both of us.
Sorcen, this is going to disqualify Valoran, as the audience is about to bite the dust. Every. Last. One.
Death is coming for Valoran. He can feel it in his netherworld bones, can feel the final oblivion coming to claim him. Deep in the hollow of his soul, Valoran knows a feeling he never felt before, in life or in death.
Valoran knows Fear.
His mind screams in terror, his ethereal body frozen. Valoran can't move, can't think, can't do anything but scream in his mind, willing himself to move in vain. The ghost sees Tyrion's attack coming to claim him, and something snaps. Fear is replaced by white-hot anger. How dare this monk slay him!
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Breaking free of his fear, Valoran incants hastily, his expression full of malice. The gestures he uses are complex beyond belief, yet he flies through them as if all Hell had come to claim him. Quite appropriately, I might add.
Energy gathers itself around the ghost, searing the air around his being. Valoran smiles a mad smile as Tyrion's attack comes streaking towards him.
"If I'm going down, Monk, everyone in Hell is coming with me! EVERYONE!"
Valoran slams the energy into the earth, and time seems to stop. For an instant, you see everything at a standstill. The calm before the storm.
"DAMNATION!"
A pulse of black energy, more foul than Asmodeous himself, erupts from the earth, surging through air and rock and stone. It reaches the audience and snuffs the devil's souls as if they were candle flames, and it gnaws away at the rock of the Arena itself.
The pulse continues expanding, leaving empty space behind itself. The survivors can see that there is nothing left of the ghost. The Butcher is dead.
Tyrion staggers as the arrows of death burrow into his scaly hide. Roaring in pain, his anguish is overwhelmed by the black globe of energy Valoran blasts from his spell. The black sphere engulfs Tyrion, who is now entangled by black tentacles of magical slaying produced by the arrows. They wrap around him like an old lover, and the dragon collapses onto the arena floor.
The wave of hellish energy washes over Tyrion. Then it clears, and not a trace of him remains, except for his sword. It lays in the blackened and unholy dirt of the arena. The blade sparks and sputters fitfully, like a candle about to go out. The blade suddenly bursts into all of its original splendor, and fades from existence.
Tyiron has died.
OOC: D***, that was one hell of a battle. No pun intended.:OOC
OOC: Well we had the match judged with Tyrion winning and now Sorcen has to expend energy resurrecting everyone. Try to keep in mind the barriers between the audience and the arena, these are very powerful barriers that only a god would be able to tear down.
For the roleplaying purposes of keeping order I was going to have Sorcen destroy Valoran but he destroyed himself. Our judgement was that Tyrion won as the character winner and Lord_Bahamut won for the best roleplayer as well. :OOC
BIC: Sorcen warily waves his hand and reverses the ghosts damage to the audience and arena barriers. "It was a good show but try to spare my audience if you would be so kind."
Doran vs Triumvirate Illithidae's Experiment 6%9
Another inhuman roar punctuates the air, followed by loud thumping footsteps and the high pitched shouts of various minor devils. Into the arena it comes, being dragged by chains held by a dozen or so imps, they screech to each other, trying to coordinate themselves as the experiment strains against the chains trying to reach them and tear them apart. As it reaches the centre of the arena the imps drop their chains and flee towards the gate. One isn't fast enough, the experiment's tentacle arm snakes out and bone hooks tear through the imps flesh, before it is pulled back towards the experiment. The smaller thorax tentacles wrap themselves around it, gold needles stab it in the chest over and over again, and you can see the imp visibly sag as its life force is drawn from it. The experiment lowers its head and its mandibles go to work shredding the rest of the imp. Its tentacle whips out again and another imp stumbles, the tentacle wrapped around its ankles. The imp claws at the earth trying to drag itself away but the tentacle pulls and it flies back towards the experiment, the other arm flashing out at an inhuman speed to rend it in twain. The other imps escape dashing through the gate just as it slams shut, the experiment looks around hungrily before rearing up on its hind legs and roaring in frustration.
(ooc: assuming this is my cue?)
Nimbrixion, scales glistening even in the dark hallway, manages a very human whistle of surprise. "Well, time to make our first appearance wouldn't you say?"
"Indeed, make things easy on us and stay away from that overly large tentacle"
"Oh come now, wheres your sense of fun? I'm looking forward to tearing that abomination limb from limb" She replied with just a hint of a toothy grin. "Besides, we have nothing to fear."
"Exept, perhaps, that hellish presense from back at the tavern" Doran put in. His friend's expression darkened and a low snarl emenated forth. "Now that's the spirit", he quipped, and as Doran allowed his wings to emerge fully from his cloak he threw off his disguise. Noting the beasts roar of fury he added " Well then, its about time we introduce ourselves properly." He ran his hand through his silver-streaked hair before they both entered, side by side, into the arena. "
The experiment turns its eyes watching hungrily as the man and wyrmling enter the arena, clicking its mandibles in what you can only guess is glee. It throws away the imp carcasses, and its small tentacles writhe in anticipation spraying fiendish ichor onto the hard sand packed floor (OOC: assuming we're going vaguelly colessuem style :OOC).
Then it glares at the both of you, its large compound eyes glowing and pulsing with a strange light that only you can see, a light that seems to twist your vision and attempt to fog your minds....
The two companions find themselves drawn to its large, compound eyes and their minds "fog" up. The glare proves harder and harder to resist as each others facination flows across their mental link. Unable to tear himself from the strangely alluring gaze Doran can only dully note the rolls of fog clouding his mind. Then swifty, before the image was lost, he put it to good use. The power flowed through his body, making real his image as mist and fog interposed itself lightly between himself and the beast. With only a shadowy figure in the distance, Doran regained control almost as fast as his companion, who was already stalking through the clouds toward the mutated creation. Closing his eyes, Doran allowed his inner sight to kick in, sensing his opponents movements rather than seeing them, he moves to the center of the arena and begins a second spell, chanting softly...
(ooc: fog cloud spell respetively)
(OOC: Nice counter :OOC)
The experiments anteenae twitch, and though it has lost sight of its adversaries in the roiling fog it turns trying to sense them both. Hearing the low chanting in one direction and the soft click of claws against the earth in the other it lashes out. The tentacle arm whips towards the wyrmling, razor sharp bone hooks trying to catch and ensnare it, and the beast starts to run, moving towards where the noises came from...
(ooc: Thank you, and by the way, the wyrmling is cloudwalking so...)
Doran is startled as the clouds around him give way to the gigantic beast, spotting him, it lashes out with a tantacle. Beating his wings desperately, he manages to jump to his right so that the apendage narowly misses him; on its way back, however, it knocks Doran off his feet from behind; A second tantacle rockets towards his fallen body. Proping himself up on on knee he manages to spit out a word of draconic power. A fraction of a second later, translucent green wings unfurl behind him, like those of a dragon, and deflect the tendril. Breathing deep, he channels his inner magic and exhales; a great gout of flame billowing from his mouth. Singing the great beast, the flame also carries Doran with it to the other side of the beast, where he stands erect. As the misty clouds reform, Nimbrixion appears just overhead, waiting for the right moment to strike...
(ooc: spells include wings of cover and firestride exhalation; unless told otherwise I will keep giving the spells I draw on, or their rough equivalent, to attempt to help you understand what is going on in the arena.)
(OOC: sorry about the delay, been a bit busy, for me its only been 1 day anyway, I'm running on england time, + I'm a he, not that its that important :OOC)
The experiment roars in pain as the fire scorches its hide. Its clawed arm slashes out as you pass by within the flame but it fails to hit you. It turns looking for you, and spots Nimbrixion standing on a cloud above. It roars again and jumps, powering its legs to give it as much height as possible. Then suddenly as its tentacle arm whips out for the wyrmlings throat, it lengthens extending towards it, the bone hooks reaching out razor sharp to tear out the dragons throat...
The whip-like tentacle speeds past Nimbrixion as she tried desperately to move to the side. Grazing her neck, the creature draws a thin trail of blood from the ear frill on back. Before she can recover, the tentacle arm whips backwards, catching her by the neck like a hangmans noose. As the beast falls back to the earth with a great thud, it slams the dragon underneath it, pinning her by the wings. She is not the only one who cries out in pain, however, Doran can feel the pain as well through his mental link. Gritting his teeth, he allows magic to flow from himself to his best friend. Suddenly, a ghostly-looking green tail whips out of nowhere behind the silver, and knocks 6%9 of its feet. Doran runs desperately to reach his fallen friend, who, amazingly, is gasping for air in short, shallow breaths. Standing over her, Dorans features slowly begin to change as he allows his inner magic to wrap itself about him.
His face elongates, his wings grow to massive poroptions, and a tail sprouts from his backside. Falling to all fours, the transformation completes itelf, adding size, scales, and strength to his limbs. As 6%9 stands up, seemingly unhurt, it finds itself facing a very angry dragon with platinum scales...
(dragon tail, aspect of the platinum dragon.)
The experiment regains its footing, its eyes gaze at the two dragons before it and it tries once more to bring its dizzying gaze to bear. Even as it stares at you both it charges, though it seems to be favouring its right leg it keeps coming and as it reaches you its monstrous clawed arm slashes out at a suprising speed for something so large, and the dozen small fleshy thoracic tentacles lash out and attempt to pierce your hide with the golden needles grafted to the ends...
Hearing the sounds of a massive battle behind him, Doran quickly snaps his head about. He sees destruction in the wake of god-like spells of destuction. As the beast begins to lumber forwards though, Doran simply has to trust that Sorcen can handle it...
Finding himself unable to leave his defensive vigil over Nimbrixion, Doran can only brace for impact; he spreads his wings widem aking himself an open target, and bellows so loudly it echos about the stadium. A multitude of spiny tendrils shoot forth for 6%9 as it closes with the massive dragon. The two collide with a heart-stopping crash and the tendrils bury themselves deep within Dorans flesh. As the beast flexes, unimaginable pain shoots up Doran and his body spasms. Blood trickles down his scales, coating him in warm blood...his own. Barely able to stand, he is about to collapse when he hears a pitiful cry of despair behind him. Against all pain, Doran manages to turn his scales head...and meets those of his friend, as the light slowly begins to fade from her eyes.
During that split-second, Doran becomes master of his own mind once more. The world seems to slow iteself down for this one occasion, and the pain ceases to bother him. Whipping his head back around, he folds his wing membrane in tightly, cutting of all chance of retraction for the tentacles, and concentrates. The beast falters a moment as Doran begins to extract the life energies from it through the several tentacle connections; giving himself just enough to remain alive, he channels the rest of it the wyrmling behind him...
(vampiric touch)
The experiment roars, and tries to pull free but to no avail, it roars once more but it seems quiter and less powerful. It reaches up with its tentacle arm, going for your throat to choke the life from you, but it cannot pull the fleshy noose tight. Its strength failing it looks up at you trying to bring its gaze to bear, but in vain.
It sags to one knee, its life force being drawn away, though even as you feel the warmth of its life entering you through the puncture wounds, you feel something else, a strange chill seems to be spreading outwards across you. A chill that causes your muscles to become weak as your life force now comes under attack. The beast grows no stronger though, and its head begins to sag, now it cannot break free of you, even as your own strength fades.
Trying once more, one final effort the experiment pushes itself up by its clawed arm, its tentacle tries to pull your head down, the bone hooks making slight grazes in your scales. Eye to eye it stares at you, there is a brief flicker in those great compound eyes as it puts its remaining strength into shredding your mind with its gaze, but then it is gone.
You can feel the noose go limp and it slides away from your throat as the beast collapses lifeless onto the baked red earth.
There is a moments respite, barely time to regain your breath before there is a terrible cracking sound and a large crack appears in the beasts carapace. Through the crack you can see foul nodules of diseased flesh pressing up against the exoskeleton. The smell is terrible and for a fraction of a second more cracking noises are heard. Then the beasts body explodes, tumerous flesh, chitin and chilling-negative energy blasting outwards.
You can feel the negative energy wash over you both, but it is different, the chill is only slight and your vital spark does not come under attack, but something does occur, deep in your bodys the negative energy tries to take hold....
And there deep in the centre of the shattered carcass, something stirs, a small tangle of flesh and organs begins to move, sliding out of the remains of the experiment it comes towards you....
OOC
Maybe a brief explanation is in order for some of that. The golden needles implanted in the thoraic tentacles each carry a use activated enervation effect which occured when they pierced you.
As for the final explosion, its a spell from the Libris Mortis that was cast via a contingency to come into affect when the experiment perished, its Necrotic eruption (or explosion or something, can't remember and don't have the book to hand) effectively what happens is you take damage from the explosive expansion of necrotic tumours within the beast and also you have to save or have a small necrotic cyst form in you, its a magical effect, not a disease, I think.
So yes, either counter it or allow it, up to you (there is an effect of the tumour, which sorcen knows about, but it doesn't occur yet, i'll tell you if and when it does), and that thing thats about to attack you is an active necrotic cyst, the one from inside the experiment. Also I hope I didn't infringe on your FOD too much, let me know if you want me to change anything.
Well on that note, merry christmas!!!!
OOC: Well, im not really sure on the effects of a necrotic cyst in the first place, but given that the two were grappling at the time, it would be relatively hard to overcome, and thus I'll rule that Doran is affected, but Nimbrixion is not.
As the beast's pitiful attempt to escape its doom slowly ceases, Doran unfurls his bloodied wings and, believing the battle over, returns to his usual form; this, however, is by no means any better off that he was as a dragon, he still bleeds from several areas, but these are slowly clotting and he becomes stable.
but soon, a stange...cold soon develops inside of him. He tries in vain to expell the chill in his heart, but with no success. In his struggle, he almost misses the negative cyst as it crawls its way out of the beast's caraprace. At this time, Nimbrixion, with newfound strength, manages to stand and walks to Dorans side. Realizing that both of them need time to recover, Doran tries to stall the now self-sufficient cyst. Extending his arm, five ball-sized spheres of energy erupt from his fingertips. As they approach their intended target, they begin to spin in the shape of a pentagon. Slamming into the cyst, the five points where the missles hit begin to glow, and soon the holy symbol of Bahamut is formed, which glows dully like embers. A chill wind blows in, and the star grows in its illumination, as three small air elementals surround the cyst; at which point the star fades from view...
(magic missile, summon monster VI)
OOC: Sounds good, I like the combo-ed spells too :OOC
The energy burns a deep hole in the cyst, the holy symbol scarred deep into the twisted necrotic flesh. The cyst shudders and twists towards the newly formed elementals a tendril striking out at the closest one. As the tendril connects a wave of negative energy flashes briefly over the cyst's flesh before passing to the elemental. The cyst somehow manages to leap at the next elemental and what looks like part of an organ wraps itself around its head, as more tendrils strike out and attempt to bind its limbs...
OOC: Thank you, the cyst idea of yours was pretty surprising.
Straightening, Doran allows himself a deep breath and calms his frayed nerves. "That," Nimbrixion said "did not do quite as I'd planned." Doran replied "no, but this is no time for talking." At this time a golden circle flew up from the ground about them both, healing Doran's surface wounds. Withdrawing a silver dagger from his belt, he intones a few words of power. Moments later, several identical knives appear behind him, suspended in midair. Watching the fight twixt the elementals, Doran takes careful aim, and bides his time.
(undying vigor of the dragonlords, cloud of knives)
As Doran & Nimbrixion look on the cyst slowly crushes the ensnarred elemental, before leaping towards the already mildly weakened one and attempts to grasp it with its bloodsoaked fleshy pseudo-tentacles, but the elemental throws it off and it falls between them both. It lashes out in all directions desperately reaching for living flesh or elemental energy in an attempt to extinguish the driving force behind both....
(OOC: I just realised that I forgot to use one of the grafts on the main creation!!!! The really silly thing is that it was the origional idea and purpose to the creation before I added the cyst!!!! Ah well :OOC)
OOC: I'm going to assume that when you say "they" you mean Doran and Nimbrixion, and not the two remaining air elementals.
Jumping backwards, Doran dodges beyond that range of the tentacle mass. For the first time this match, however, Nimbrixion's reflexes were slower than his. Trying too late sidestep the thing, one of its tentacles grasps onto her left foreleg. The cyst estabishes its hold, and begins to extinguish her life-force as she tries to pull away from it, her efforts weakening. Fortunately, the untouched air elemental gets Doran's message, and lunges for the cyst. Like a breaze, it wraps around her and carries off the cyst, which proptly crushes the poor creature, returning it to its native plane. Turning, it leaps towards Doran, whose deep voice intoned the last word of his spell. A silver knife, glinting in the light, zooms to the cyst and embeds itself in the cyst. As it collides, apparently doing nothing, a bolt of white lightning emerges from overhead, crashing into the knife. Just a heartbeat later, the spectators hear the thunder, loud and ominous.
(Call lightning storm)
(OOC: Ouchies!!!! :OOC)
The lightening strikes the knife, the flash burns in the eyes of the spectators as the thunder rends the 'heavens' asunder. Then through the thunder you hear it a strange gurgling inhuman scream as the repulsive odour of diseased flesh burning and blackening in that terrible heat wafts towards the pair of you. As your eyes return to normal and the afterglow of the lightening fades you see the remains of the cyst, now just a cinder, smoking gently on the ruddy earth.
With the cyst in cinders, Doran stands perfectly still, and waits as it sizzles. Fully ten seconds later, he finally accept that it is, indeed, dead. Standing up, he takes a deep breath and exhales; the silvered knives dissapear from around him. Walking over to Nimbrixion, he examines her foreleg; the wound is trickling blood, but is shallow and nonfatal.
"Shall I take care of that?" he asks. She replies "No, I think I'll let it heal naturally so that the scar will remind me of our first real battle. Besides,I can always get rid of it when I become truly powerful in a few hundred years." "I wish I could be around to see that" he thinks to himself." "When we get back, im ordering you whatever you want." as an afterthought he adds with a hint of a smile "Hmmm, perhaps not, I wouldn't want to create a three-year old drunkard" Nimbrixion stretches, bending low like a dog, but as she stretches out her wings, she takes good care to make sure that the leftmost one smacks Doran in the shoulder, knocking him off balance. Together, the look to the judges box to await their final descision and permission to leave.
"Do you think they've noticed that this thing is dead?" Doran asked. "No, but I'm not going to bring it to their attention and you shouldn't either, they've been running a lot of interference right now; I bet their functioning on a short fuse." They continue waiting for about another half a minute when Nimbrixion blanches and shakes her head vigorously from side to side. "Ugghh, that carcass is starting to smell, you probably haven't realized it yet, but when it hits you, ill be a couple yard that way (she inclines her head to the other side of the stadium). With that she flies away to the other end of the arena. Shaking his head in puzzlement as he watches her go, Doran turns around and gets his first whiff. His eyes widen drastically as he spouts of a curse perhaps a bit too loudly. A second later he is seen across the arena breathing in the fresh air in hearty gulps. After some brief cooldown time, they both resolve to continue waiting patiently for the judges attention.
Another inhuman roar punctuates the air, followed by loud thumping footsteps and the high pitched shouts of various minor devils. Into the arena it comes, being dragged by chains held by a dozen or so imps, they screech to each other, trying to coordinate themselves as the experiment strains against the chains trying to reach them and tear them apart. As it reaches the centre of the arena the imps drop their chains and flee towards the gate. One isn't fast enough, the experiment's tentacle arm snakes out and bone hooks tear through the imps flesh, before it is pulled back towards the experiment. The smaller thorax tentacles wrap themselves around it, gold needles stab it in the chest over and over again, and you can see the imp visibly sag as its life force is drawn from it. The experiment lowers its head and its mandibles go to work shredding the rest of the imp. Its tentacle whips out again and another imp stumbles, the tentacle wrapped around its ankles. The imp claws at the earth trying to drag itself away but the tentacle pulls and it flies back towards the experiment, the other arm flashing out at an inhuman speed to rend it in twain. The other imps escape dashing through the gate just as it slams shut, the experiment looks around hungrily before rearing up on its hind legs and roaring in frustration.
(ooc: assuming this is my cue?)
Nimbrixion, scales glistening even in the dark hallway, manages a very human whistle of surprise. "Well, time to make our first appearance wouldn't you say?"
"Indeed, make things easy on us and stay away from that overly large tentacle"
"Oh come now, wheres your sense of fun? I'm looking forward to tearing that abomination limb from limb" She replied with just a hint of a toothy grin. "Besides, we have nothing to fear."
"Exept, perhaps, that hellish presense from back at the tavern" Doran put in. His friend's expression darkened and a low snarl emenated forth. "Now that's the spirit", he quipped, and as Doran allowed his wings to emerge fully from his cloak he threw off his disguise. Noting the beasts roar of fury he added " Well then, its about time we introduce ourselves properly." He ran his hand through his silver-streaked hair before they both entered, side by side, into the arena. "
The experiment turns its eyes watching hungrily as the man and wyrmling enter the arena, clicking its mandibles in what you can only guess is glee. It throws away the imp carcasses, and its small tentacles writhe in anticipation spraying fiendish ichor onto the hard sand packed floor (OOC: assuming we're going vaguelly colessuem style :OOC).
Then it glares at the both of you, its large compound eyes glowing and pulsing with a strange light that only you can see, a light that seems to twist your vision and attempt to fog your minds....
The two companions find themselves drawn to its large, compound eyes and their minds "fog" up. The glare proves harder and harder to resist as each others facination flows across their mental link. Unable to tear himself from the strangely alluring gaze Doran can only dully note the rolls of fog clouding his mind. Then swifty, before the image was lost, he put it to good use. The power flowed through his body, making real his image as mist and fog interposed itself lightly between himself and the beast. With only a shadowy figure in the distance, Doran regained control almost as fast as his companion, who was already stalking through the clouds toward the mutated creation. Closing his eyes, Doran allowed his inner sight to kick in, sensing his opponents movements rather than seeing them, he moves to the center of the arena and begins a second spell, chanting softly...
(ooc: fog cloud spell respetively)
(OOC: Nice counter :OOC)
The experiments anteenae twitch, and though it has lost sight of its adversaries in the roiling fog it turns trying to sense them both. Hearing the low chanting in one direction and the soft click of claws against the earth in the other it lashes out. The tentacle arm whips towards the wyrmling, razor sharp bone hooks trying to catch and ensnare it, and the beast starts to run, moving towards where the noises came from...
(ooc: Thank you, and by the way, the wyrmling is cloudwalking so...)
Doran is startled as the clouds around him give way to the gigantic beast, spotting him, it lashes out with a tantacle. Beating his wings desperately, he manages to jump to his right so that the apendage narowly misses him; on its way back, however, it knocks Doran off his feet from behind; A second tantacle rockets towards his fallen body. Proping himself up on on knee he manages to spit out a word of draconic power. A fraction of a second later, translucent green wings unfurl behind him, like those of a dragon, and deflect the tendril. Breathing deep, he channels his inner magic and exhales; a great gout of flame billowing from his mouth. Singing the great beast, the flame also carries Doran with it to the other side of the beast, where he stands erect. As the misty clouds reform, Nimbrixion appears just overhead, waiting for the right moment to strike...
(ooc: spells include wings of cover and firestride exhalation; unless told otherwise I will keep giving the spells I draw on, or their rough equivalent, to attempt to help you understand what is going on in the arena.)
(OOC: sorry about the delay, been a bit busy, for me its only been 1 day anyway, I'm running on england time, + I'm a he, not that its that important :OOC)
The experiment roars in pain as the fire scorches its hide. Its clawed arm slashes out as you pass by within the flame but it fails to hit you. It turns looking for you, and spots Nimbrixion standing on a cloud above. It roars again and jumps, powering its legs to give it as much height as possible. Then suddenly as its tentacle arm whips out for the wyrmlings throat, it lengthens extending towards it, the bone hooks reaching out razor sharp to tear out the dragons throat...
The whip-like tentacle speeds past Nimbrixion as she tried desperately to move to the side. Grazing her neck, the creature draws a thin trail of blood from the ear frill on back. Before she can recover, the tentacle arm whips backwards, catching her by the neck like a hangmans noose. As the beast falls back to the earth with a great thud, it slams the dragon underneath it, pinning her by the wings. She is not the only one who cries out in pain, however, Doran can feel the pain as well through his mental link. Gritting his teeth, he allows magic to flow from himself to his best friend. Suddenly, a ghostly-looking green tail whips out of nowhere behind the silver, and knocks 6%9 of its feet. Doran runs desperately to reach his fallen friend, who, amazingly, is gasping for air in short, shallow breaths. Standing over her, Dorans features slowly begin to change as he allows his inner magic to wrap itself about him.
His face elongates, his wings grow to massive poroptions, and a tail sprouts from his backside. Falling to all fours, the transformation completes itelf, adding size, scales, and strength to his limbs. As 6%9 stands up, seemingly unhurt, it finds itself facing a very angry dragon with platinum scales...
(dragon tail, aspect of the platinum dragon.)
The experiment regains its footing, its eyes gaze at the two dragons before it and it tries once more to bring its dizzying gaze to bear. Even as it stares at you both it charges, though it seems to be favouring its right leg it keeps coming and as it reaches you its monstrous clawed arm slashes out at a suprising speed for something so large, and the dozen small fleshy thoracic tentacles lash out and attempt to pierce your hide with the golden needles grafted to the ends...
Hearing the sounds of a massive battle behind him, Doran quickly snaps his head about. He sees destruction in the wake of god-like spells of destuction. As the beast begins to lumber forwards though, Doran simply has to trust that Sorcen can handle it...
Finding himself unable to leave his defensive vigil over Nimbrixion, Doran can only brace for impact; he spreads his wings widem aking himself an open target, and bellows so loudly it echos about the stadium. A multitude of spiny tendrils shoot forth for 6%9 as it closes with the massive dragon. The two collide with a heart-stopping crash and the tendrils bury themselves deep within Dorans flesh. As the beast flexes, unimaginable pain shoots up Doran and his body spasms. Blood trickles down his scales, coating him in warm blood...his own. Barely able to stand, he is about to collapse when he hears a pitiful cry of despair behind him. Against all pain, Doran manages to turn his scales head...and meets those of his friend, as the light slowly begins to fade from her eyes.
During that split-second, Doran becomes master of his own mind once more. The world seems to slow iteself down for this one occasion, and the pain ceases to bother him. Whipping his head back around, he folds his wing membrane in tightly, cutting of all chance of retraction for the tentacles, and concentrates. The beast falters a moment as Doran begins to extract the life energies from it through the several tentacle connections; giving himself just enough to remain alive, he channels the rest of it the wyrmling behind him...
(vampiric touch)
The experiment roars, and tries to pull free but to no avail, it roars once more but it seems quiter and less powerful. It reaches up with its tentacle arm, going for your throat to choke the life from you, but it cannot pull the fleshy noose tight. Its strength failing it looks up at you trying to bring its gaze to bear, but in vain.
It sags to one knee, its life force being drawn away, though even as you feel the warmth of its life entering you through the puncture wounds, you feel something else, a strange chill seems to be spreading outwards across you. A chill that causes your muscles to become weak as your life force now comes under attack. The beast grows no stronger though, and its head begins to sag, now it cannot break free of you, even as your own strength fades.
Trying once more, one final effort the experiment pushes itself up by its clawed arm, its tentacle tries to pull your head down, the bone hooks making slight grazes in your scales. Eye to eye it stares at you, there is a brief flicker in those great compound eyes as it puts its remaining strength into shredding your mind with its gaze, but then it is gone.
You can feel the noose go limp and it slides away from your throat as the beast collapses lifeless onto the baked red earth.
There is a moments respite, barely time to regain your breath before there is a terrible cracking sound and a large crack appears in the beasts carapace. Through the crack you can see foul nodules of diseased flesh pressing up against the exoskeleton. The smell is terrible and for a fraction of a second more cracking noises are heard. Then the beasts body explodes, tumerous flesh, chitin and chilling-negative energy blasting outwards.
You can feel the negative energy wash over you both, but it is different, the chill is only slight and your vital spark does not come under attack, but something does occur, deep in your bodys the negative energy tries to take hold....
And there deep in the centre of the shattered carcass, something stirs, a small tangle of flesh and organs begins to move, sliding out of the remains of the experiment it comes towards you....
OOC
Maybe a brief explanation is in order for some of that. The golden needles implanted in the thoraic tentacles each carry a use activated enervation effect which occured when they pierced you.
As for the final explosion, its a spell from the Libris Mortis that was cast via a contingency to come into affect when the experiment perished, its Necrotic eruption (or explosion or something, can't remember and don't have the book to hand) effectively what happens is you take damage from the explosive expansion of necrotic tumours within the beast and also you have to save or have a small necrotic cyst form in you, its a magical effect, not a disease, I think.
So yes, either counter it or allow it, up to you (there is an effect of the tumour, which sorcen knows about, but it doesn't occur yet, i'll tell you if and when it does), and that thing thats about to attack you is an active necrotic cyst, the one from inside the experiment. Also I hope I didn't infringe on your FOD too much, let me know if you want me to change anything.
Well on that note, merry christmas!!!!
OOC: Well, im not really sure on the effects of a necrotic cyst in the first place, but given that the two were grappling at the time, it would be relatively hard to overcome, and thus I'll rule that Doran is affected, but Nimbrixion is not.
As the beast's pitiful attempt to escape its doom slowly ceases, Doran unfurls his bloodied wings and, believing the battle over, returns to his usual form; this, however, is by no means any better off that he was as a dragon, he still bleeds from several areas, but these are slowly clotting and he becomes stable.
but soon, a stange...cold soon develops inside of him. He tries in vain to expell the chill in his heart, but with no success. In his struggle, he almost misses the negative cyst as it crawls its way out of the beast's caraprace. At this time, Nimbrixion, with newfound strength, manages to stand and walks to Dorans side. Realizing that both of them need time to recover, Doran tries to stall the now self-sufficient cyst. Extending his arm, five ball-sized spheres of energy erupt from his fingertips. As they approach their intended target, they begin to spin in the shape of a pentagon. Slamming into the cyst, the five points where the missles hit begin to glow, and soon the holy symbol of Bahamut is formed, which glows dully like embers. A chill wind blows in, and the star grows in its illumination, as three small air elementals surround the cyst; at which point the star fades from view...
(magic missile, summon monster VI)
OOC: Sounds good, I like the combo-ed spells too :OOC
The energy burns a deep hole in the cyst, the holy symbol scarred deep into the twisted necrotic flesh. The cyst shudders and twists towards the newly formed elementals a tendril striking out at the closest one. As the tendril connects a wave of negative energy flashes briefly over the cyst's flesh before passing to the elemental. The cyst somehow manages to leap at the next elemental and what looks like part of an organ wraps itself around its head, as more tendrils strike out and attempt to bind its limbs...
OOC: Thank you, the cyst idea of yours was pretty surprising.
Straightening, Doran allows himself a deep breath and calms his frayed nerves. "That," Nimbrixion said "did not do quite as I'd planned." Doran replied "no, but this is no time for talking." At this time a golden circle flew up from the ground about them both, healing Doran's surface wounds. Withdrawing a silver dagger from his belt, he intones a few words of power. Moments later, several identical knives appear behind him, suspended in midair. Watching the fight twixt the elementals, Doran takes careful aim, and bides his time.
(undying vigor of the dragonlords, cloud of knives)
As Doran & Nimbrixion look on the cyst slowly crushes the ensnarred elemental, before leaping towards the already mildly weakened one and attempts to grasp it with its bloodsoaked fleshy pseudo-tentacles, but the elemental throws it off and it falls between them both. It lashes out in all directions desperately reaching for living flesh or elemental energy in an attempt to extinguish the driving force behind both....
(OOC: I just realised that I forgot to use one of the grafts on the main creation!!!! The really silly thing is that it was the origional idea and purpose to the creation before I added the cyst!!!! Ah well :OOC)
OOC: I'm going to assume that when you say "they" you mean Doran and Nimbrixion, and not the two remaining air elementals.
Jumping backwards, Doran dodges beyond that range of the tentacle mass. For the first time this match, however, Nimbrixion's reflexes were slower than his. Trying too late sidestep the thing, one of its tentacles grasps onto her left foreleg. The cyst estabishes its hold, and begins to extinguish her life-force as she tries to pull away from it, her efforts weakening. Fortunately, the untouched air elemental gets Doran's message, and lunges for the cyst. Like a breaze, it wraps around her and carries off the cyst, which proptly crushes the poor creature, returning it to its native plane. Turning, it leaps towards Doran, whose deep voice intoned the last word of his spell. A silver knife, glinting in the light, zooms to the cyst and embeds itself in the cyst. As it collides, apparently doing nothing, a bolt of white lightning emerges from overhead, crashing into the knife. Just a heartbeat later, the spectators hear the thunder, loud and ominous.
(Call lightning storm)
(OOC: Ouchies!!!! :OOC)
The lightening strikes the knife, the flash burns in the eyes of the spectators as the thunder rends the 'heavens' asunder. Then through the thunder you hear it a strange gurgling inhuman scream as the repulsive odour of diseased flesh burning and blackening in that terrible heat wafts towards the pair of you. As your eyes return to normal and the afterglow of the lightening fades you see the remains of the cyst, now just a cinder, smoking gently on the ruddy earth.
With the cyst in cinders, Doran stands perfectly still, and waits as it sizzles. Fully ten seconds later, he finally accept that it is, indeed, dead. Standing up, he takes a deep breath and exhales; the silvered knives dissapear from around him. Walking over to Nimbrixion, he examines her foreleg; the wound is trickling blood, but is shallow and nonfatal.
"Shall I take care of that?" he asks. She replies "No, I think I'll let it heal naturally so that the scar will remind me of our first real battle. Besides,I can always get rid of it when I become truly powerful in a few hundred years." "I wish I could be around to see that" he thinks to himself." "When we get back, im ordering you whatever you want." as an afterthought he adds with a hint of a smile "Hmmm, perhaps not, I wouldn't want to create a three-year old drunkard" Nimbrixion stretches, bending low like a dog, but as she stretches out her wings, she takes good care to make sure that the leftmost one smacks Doran in the shoulder, knocking him off balance. Together, the look to the judges box to await their final descision and permission to leave.
"Do you think they've noticed that this thing is dead?" Doran asked. "No, but I'm not going to bring it to their attention and you shouldn't either, they've been running a lot of interference right now; I bet their functioning on a short fuse." They continue waiting for about another half a minute when Nimbrixion blanches and shakes her head vigorously from side to side. "Ugghh, that carcass is starting to smell, you probably haven't realized it yet, but when it hits you, ill be a couple yard that way (she inclines her head to the other side of the stadium). With that she flies away to the other end of the arena. Shaking his head in puzzlement as he watches her go, Doran turns around and gets his first whiff. His eyes widen drastically as he spouts of a curse perhaps a bit too loudly. A second later he is seen across the arena breathing in the fresh air in hearty gulps. After some brief cooldown time, they both resolve to continue waiting patiently for the judges attention.
Lord Gareth vs Lafali
As a light mist starts to form, Lafali can be seen walking toward the arena. With a deep bow to the audience he turns to wait for his opponent.
"Lord Gareth, I am ready when you are."
Tendrils of moonlight forms around Lafali as he draws forth Moon Whisper, pulseing with anticipation.
Gareth steps out of the bar, jumping down in a crash of plate mail. The ground begins to freeze beneath him as he draws Soulreaver, settling himself in a defensive stance some twenty feet from his opponent.
"I'm afraid I'm at somewhat of a disadvantage," he says in a cold, indifferent voice, "As most know me by reputation, and I know you not at all. Still, excuses are for weaklings, so let's get on with this. I need a good scrap to warm the blood, as it were."
He lazily flicks his hand in the general direction of his foe, and for a few moments, there is an unexplained whistling sound. The explanation comes in the form of a storm of metallic ice shards raining down upon the poor creature.
As the ice shards streaks toward lafali the tendrils form into a transparent wall, stopping the ice in midair.
"Forgive me, I though you knew who I am." Lafali bows deeply before Gareth. "I am Lafali Lathi, heir to the Rilynnathem House and School of Combat. I am the Keepper of the Twelth Gate, Lord of the Moon. My specialtys are swordmanship and elemental magic, which includes mist magic. I have been called Nightlord for my Endless Night Banki abilitys."
He pulls out a small black orb from the folds of his kimono and hurls it at Gareth. "Binding of Shadow". The orb slowly turns into a shadowy net, as it trys to bind the Paladin of Tyr.
Knowing fully that his attack wouldn't bother Gareth he smiles softly, "And you are wrong, all I know of you is that you was once evil and now you serve Tyr. And that your friends of Shiro."
"Alright then. Now I can begin in earnest."
Gareth sinks into his own ice, stepping out of it just outside the shadow orb.
"Honestly, why did you even do that? Oh well, no harm done."
With a mild yell, the ice on the ground surges forward, covering the entire Arena surface. The audience is getting cold seats now. Gareth raises his hand again, this time in a fist. Opening it, a mist pours forth, forming into a large hand that hardens into metallic ice.
"Icegrip!"
The hand flies at Lafali, trying to pin him.
Finaly we can start." He quickly draws Morning Light and strikes at the hand of ice, trying to turn it back upon its master. As morning light leaves it sheath, tendrils of sunlight forms around gareth, adding to the moonlight already there.
"Dragon Arc", as he quickly thrusts moon whisper toward gareth, an arc of golden energy leaps out of the blade, seeking to stike at Try Champion.
"Ice Prism! Reflect it!"
A fractured crystal of clear ice rips out of the frozen ground, catching the light and refracting it in a dozen new directions, leaving the Death Knight unscathed. The slams his fist into the ice, and a jagged spear of metallic frost thrusts itself into the space that Lafali is occupying. The paladin smiles and sinks into his own ice, dissapearing from sight.
((For future reference, metallic ice is a substance called Blue Ice from Frostburn, and has the nonmagical Frost property, just like the enchantment. It's hard as steel))
((Ahh ok, so I dont need to get hit by it. Got it.))
With a loud pop and a flash of light lafali is no longer in the path of the ice spear, but the wooded doll of lafali is. As the ice spear hits the doll it starts to laugh.
Lafali appears behind gareth, about the same distance they were when the match started. He then charges toward gareth to strike at the ice with blinding speed, "I wounder how long your ice can last good sir." He looks like a golden blur with two flashing light trailing after him.
Emerging from the ice behind his foe, Gareth plants his boot in Lafali's backside, sending him staggaring forward.
"As long as I'm here, the ice will come back, regardless of how often or how well you melt it."
Gareth's touch is extraordinarily painful; it's like Lafali's blood is freezing inside his veins. Just being this close to him is forming crystals on Lafali's skin as the air plummets to two hundred below. The Death Knight smiles and crouches down, drawing a small pattern in the ice and placing his hand on it.
"Epicenter."
The ice around Gareth explodes with spears of metal ice, ripping out in a progressive explosion.
As gareths foot hits lafali backside, lafali uses the momentum to bring moom whisper around to strike at gareth lower left arm.
"I guess you have never been to the Enternal Palace then, this cold is quite suitably to me." Lafali then utters, "Sha'oro". After of few moments the ice and frost crystals on lafali melts as his body heat greatly incresses. "As a creature of eternal cold, can you withstand the heat of a sun?"
The ice around lafali slowly starts to melt, as a piller of steam is created around the diayoukai.
OOC:Mildly?
I'm just mildly........ scared
OOC
You doing anything about the flying shards of icy death? Blue Ice doesn't melt easily; they'll still be deadly unless you use something as hot or hotter than a Fireball.
OOC:
Sha'oro
Spoiler:
Sha'oro is Sun Flower in elven. Its a 9th level arcane spell that dose 25d8 fire damage in a 20 ft area for 1 round per CL. Its a wee bit stronger then fireball. Also damage the user but bening a gold dragon.......
The explosion engulfs the Death Knight, hiding him from view as the flame rages. Then, it slows, moving sluggishly. The orange flame darkens, turning blue, and then crashes to the ground. Gareth stands there, unharmed. The audience gasps as they realize that Gareth has just transmuted fire to ice.
"I'd rather avoid it, if at all possible, just like I'd rather avoid splitting you in twain with Soulreaver. Now, I rather think an old friend of mine would like to have a frolic with you."
Gareth puts two fingers into his mouth and whistles sharply. A shimmering gate opens, and from it bursts a massive, snow-white form.
Gareth has summoned the largest White Dragon just about anyone has ever seen.
"Kovaliastraz, ATTACK!"
The dragon swoops down, massive claws raking.
OOC
Check my sig for Kovaliastraz's exact stats.
OOC: No flame, just heat.
Upon seening Kovaliastraz Lafali starts to shimmer, where he was standing there is now a goldem dragon, though he is only 30 feet from head to tail.
OOC:In dragonic
Spoiler:
"Do you dare to challange the heir of Rilynnthem? You know of the punishment for such treachery.
As quickly as the he changed to the dragon form he changes back. "Must we use others to fight for us? And don't worry bout that sword of yours hurting me, if you want to trade blows I shall use Endless Night, for it is my soulsword, and it will only break when I do."
OOC
Alright, can you explain what you meant? I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the name you gave out. Oh, and Gareth speaks Draconic
Still, it may not matter. Kovaliastraz is loyal to Gareth and Gareth alone. He's the Death Knight's friend, protector, steed, benefactor, spy, and anything else he needs to be, and his devotion is absolute
Spoiler:
Lafali is heir to the ancent dragon empire, Rilynnathem. So I was trying to intimidate him. And from what I have seen most people speak dragonic
OOC
Oh yeah, Kovaliastraz does NOT give a crap. So, gigantic white dragon raking his claws straight at Lafali.
"I see that young dragons like yourself don't remember about our empire, very well." Lafali resheaths moon whisper and morning light. As darkness gathers around lafali, a no-dachi forms in his bandaged hand. The blade is made out of something like silver ivory, though streaks of black and gold can be seen. Slowly his kimono is changes to black, while the dai-sho he had fades away into nothingness. "Endlesss Night, Bankai!, Fang of the Night Wing." Slowly the arena darkens, as Lafali raises endless night to try and block Kovaliastraz claw.
The wyrm bears down on Lafali, claw sweeping in heedless of the No-Dachi, and it seems as though a clash is inevitable. But, suddenly, Kovaliastraz turns a lot smaller. Where claw once took up space, only empty air remains, and a small dragon about the size of a human zips through the air.
In the tongue of his race, he speaks, "Gareth is my friend. I have sworn to face his enemies at his behest, and I shall uphold my oath like a true friend would. It is an honor and a pleasure to work with him. Now face my wrath!"
In a dive-bombing motion, Kovaliastraz swoops down, expelling a massive cone of ice and snow.
OOC
First, Kovaliastraz is male, not female. Second, he is no less powerful, but this is his 'natural' size. He never grew any bigger than this without magic. Lastly, that's gonna be REALLY COLD, and Gold Dragons don't like cold
"Very well, do as you see fit. But I am sorry for this." As violet flames springs forth, covering lafali body.
"Corvik Kala'kun", as the darkness that has covered the arena intensify, those caught within it fells there limbs growing heavier.
Lafali then leaps into the air, bringing endless night down upon Kovaliastraz. As blossoms of golden flames flickers into existence, giving of an eerie light.
Kovaliastraz continues flying in the same direction as before, and Lafali seems destined to make contact. But, before the stike can land, a massive weight shoulders into him in mid-air, and as he falls, he sees Gareth falling with him.
"Ice teleportation! Nobody, but nobody, hurts my dragon!"
In Gareth's hands is a massive greatsword made of metallic ice, and as the two fall, the brings it down in a huge chop at his foe.
Meanwhile, Kovaliastraz circles, bringing his breath to bear upon the two combatants. He sucks in the air again and expells the cone, knowing that while Gareth will be unaffected, his opponent may be singing a different tune.
Spoiler:
Did you forget about the chill shield and fire blossoms?
As gareths starts to lift his greatsword to strike at lafali, the fire blossoms engulfs him. "Hope you dont mind them, arn't they lovely this time of year?"
Lafali then shimmers and reappears on the arena floor, watching as his blossoms covers gareth.
"Du'iat", swings endless night lazly at gareth. At first nothen appears to happen, but then a flamming orb of utter darkness can be seen closing the distant between the two opponents.
"If you dont wish me to hurt Kovaliastraz, then i suggest that you tell him to let use finish this battle alone. Otherwise.......", he then points his left hand at Kovaliastraz and strands of cosmic energy starts to gather around it.
Meanwhile the gravity formed by the darkness incresses yet again as everone
fills even heavery then before.
OOC:Including Lafali.
OOC
Alright, I'm getting pretty damned sick of this, so allow me to set this absolutely straight: Blue Ice, the metallic ice that Gareth keeps using, DOES NOT MELT EASILY. I'm sick of people in RP forums the world over assuming they can just melt anything he throws at them. IT MELTS AT THE SAME TEMPERATURE AS STEEL! That clear it up for everyone, until the end of all time? Good.
Kovaliastraz sees the black orb streaking towards him and hovers, smiling a draconic grin. Then, out of the flames, Gareth reaches out to the dragon with a tendril of ice, and the two vanish, only to reappear on either side of Lafali. Gareth, mildly burnt, looks grim, but the dragon only smiles.
"Alright, now you've earned it."
Soulreaver slips from its sheath as Gareth closes for melee. The runesword blurs as Gareth swings it in a two-handed grip, with a thunderclap as it tears through the air itself. On the other side of Lafali, Kovaliastraz moves in for the attack, fang and claw seeking to rend.
"Very well then, Korlok'veldrick Golrak Draco'silwrart." Lafali is engulfted by millions of his fire blossoms, the temperature incresses ten fold.
With the cosmic energy he had been gathering in his left hand finaly fully gathered, "Dril'sork Vala'mirl". Small strands rapidly encircles Kovaliastraz, forming a light mesh net around the white dragon.
"Binding of the Lesser Ones was created when the Valdurian enslaved the lesser dragons to serve there as mounts. So that when we fought them we could spare our cousins from certent death. Feel free to try and break it but be warned, it is formed out of the very essence of the multiverse."
With the white dragon traped for the time beening, lafali waits to see if gareth will try and get pass his blossoms.
OOC
The following ass-whooping is done with Gaelro's permission. This fight should not count for or against either of our records. That said, let the ass-whooping commence
"I...am getting...really...SICK AND TIRED...of FIRE!"
Gareth strides forward, fury evident. He whips Soulreaver through the air, smacking Lafali with the flat of the blade and dispelling several fire blossoms near his head.
"Why does every magic using moron automatically assume that I'm vulnerable to fire? It's more cliche than rain before an epic battle. You know what? Screw them all."
Gareth slams his boot towards Lafali, who dodges.
Right into Gareth's left hook.
"In case anyone else wants to go with idiotic cliches, I am no more vulnerable to fire than an ordinary human. Now, I'll be leaving."
Lafali, dazed from the hook, can't move when Soulreaver's pommel smashes down on his forehead. He slumps to the ground, unconcious, and Gareth cuts Kovaliastraz free of his bindings. Together, they head towards the bar.
OOC
Again, this fight is not official.
As laflai lays dazed from the blow on the head a portal opens up and slim chains of some kind of metal starts to wrap around lafali, gently lifting him up and pulls him through the portal.
An aged dwarf in a brown robe walks though the portal, bowing before the judges, "Master Lafali is still recovering from his match with Lord Shiro and wielding Endless Night. I am sorry for my master disrupting of this arena. The other Keepers and myself will keep him from returing untill he is fully recovered. Again I am sorry for my masters actions." Once again the dwarf bows before the judges before backing though the portal as it closes shut.
Spoiler:
Thanks gareth, lets have a reamtch when i stop getting all these stubid split shifts
As a light mist starts to form, Lafali can be seen walking toward the arena. With a deep bow to the audience he turns to wait for his opponent.
"Lord Gareth, I am ready when you are."
Tendrils of moonlight forms around Lafali as he draws forth Moon Whisper, pulseing with anticipation.
Gareth steps out of the bar, jumping down in a crash of plate mail. The ground begins to freeze beneath him as he draws Soulreaver, settling himself in a defensive stance some twenty feet from his opponent.
"I'm afraid I'm at somewhat of a disadvantage," he says in a cold, indifferent voice, "As most know me by reputation, and I know you not at all. Still, excuses are for weaklings, so let's get on with this. I need a good scrap to warm the blood, as it were."
He lazily flicks his hand in the general direction of his foe, and for a few moments, there is an unexplained whistling sound. The explanation comes in the form of a storm of metallic ice shards raining down upon the poor creature.
As the ice shards streaks toward lafali the tendrils form into a transparent wall, stopping the ice in midair.
"Forgive me, I though you knew who I am." Lafali bows deeply before Gareth. "I am Lafali Lathi, heir to the Rilynnathem House and School of Combat. I am the Keepper of the Twelth Gate, Lord of the Moon. My specialtys are swordmanship and elemental magic, which includes mist magic. I have been called Nightlord for my Endless Night Banki abilitys."
He pulls out a small black orb from the folds of his kimono and hurls it at Gareth. "Binding of Shadow". The orb slowly turns into a shadowy net, as it trys to bind the Paladin of Tyr.
Knowing fully that his attack wouldn't bother Gareth he smiles softly, "And you are wrong, all I know of you is that you was once evil and now you serve Tyr. And that your friends of Shiro."
"Alright then. Now I can begin in earnest."
Gareth sinks into his own ice, stepping out of it just outside the shadow orb.
"Honestly, why did you even do that? Oh well, no harm done."
With a mild yell, the ice on the ground surges forward, covering the entire Arena surface. The audience is getting cold seats now. Gareth raises his hand again, this time in a fist. Opening it, a mist pours forth, forming into a large hand that hardens into metallic ice.
"Icegrip!"
The hand flies at Lafali, trying to pin him.
Finaly we can start." He quickly draws Morning Light and strikes at the hand of ice, trying to turn it back upon its master. As morning light leaves it sheath, tendrils of sunlight forms around gareth, adding to the moonlight already there.
"Dragon Arc", as he quickly thrusts moon whisper toward gareth, an arc of golden energy leaps out of the blade, seeking to stike at Try Champion.
"Ice Prism! Reflect it!"
A fractured crystal of clear ice rips out of the frozen ground, catching the light and refracting it in a dozen new directions, leaving the Death Knight unscathed. The slams his fist into the ice, and a jagged spear of metallic frost thrusts itself into the space that Lafali is occupying. The paladin smiles and sinks into his own ice, dissapearing from sight.
((For future reference, metallic ice is a substance called Blue Ice from Frostburn, and has the nonmagical Frost property, just like the enchantment. It's hard as steel))
((Ahh ok, so I dont need to get hit by it. Got it.))
With a loud pop and a flash of light lafali is no longer in the path of the ice spear, but the wooded doll of lafali is. As the ice spear hits the doll it starts to laugh.
Lafali appears behind gareth, about the same distance they were when the match started. He then charges toward gareth to strike at the ice with blinding speed, "I wounder how long your ice can last good sir." He looks like a golden blur with two flashing light trailing after him.
Emerging from the ice behind his foe, Gareth plants his boot in Lafali's backside, sending him staggaring forward.
"As long as I'm here, the ice will come back, regardless of how often or how well you melt it."
Gareth's touch is extraordinarily painful; it's like Lafali's blood is freezing inside his veins. Just being this close to him is forming crystals on Lafali's skin as the air plummets to two hundred below. The Death Knight smiles and crouches down, drawing a small pattern in the ice and placing his hand on it.
"Epicenter."
The ice around Gareth explodes with spears of metal ice, ripping out in a progressive explosion.
As gareths foot hits lafali backside, lafali uses the momentum to bring moom whisper around to strike at gareth lower left arm.
"I guess you have never been to the Enternal Palace then, this cold is quite suitably to me." Lafali then utters, "Sha'oro". After of few moments the ice and frost crystals on lafali melts as his body heat greatly incresses. "As a creature of eternal cold, can you withstand the heat of a sun?"
The ice around lafali slowly starts to melt, as a piller of steam is created around the diayoukai.
OOC:Mildly?
I'm just mildly........ scared
OOC
You doing anything about the flying shards of icy death? Blue Ice doesn't melt easily; they'll still be deadly unless you use something as hot or hotter than a Fireball.
OOC:
Sha'oro
Spoiler:
Sha'oro is Sun Flower in elven. Its a 9th level arcane spell that dose 25d8 fire damage in a 20 ft area for 1 round per CL. Its a wee bit stronger then fireball. Also damage the user but bening a gold dragon.......
The explosion engulfs the Death Knight, hiding him from view as the flame rages. Then, it slows, moving sluggishly. The orange flame darkens, turning blue, and then crashes to the ground. Gareth stands there, unharmed. The audience gasps as they realize that Gareth has just transmuted fire to ice.
"I'd rather avoid it, if at all possible, just like I'd rather avoid splitting you in twain with Soulreaver. Now, I rather think an old friend of mine would like to have a frolic with you."
Gareth puts two fingers into his mouth and whistles sharply. A shimmering gate opens, and from it bursts a massive, snow-white form.
Gareth has summoned the largest White Dragon just about anyone has ever seen.
"Kovaliastraz, ATTACK!"
The dragon swoops down, massive claws raking.
OOC
Check my sig for Kovaliastraz's exact stats.
OOC: No flame, just heat.
Upon seening Kovaliastraz Lafali starts to shimmer, where he was standing there is now a goldem dragon, though he is only 30 feet from head to tail.
OOC:In dragonic
Spoiler:
"Do you dare to challange the heir of Rilynnthem? You know of the punishment for such treachery.
As quickly as the he changed to the dragon form he changes back. "Must we use others to fight for us? And don't worry bout that sword of yours hurting me, if you want to trade blows I shall use Endless Night, for it is my soulsword, and it will only break when I do."
OOC
Alright, can you explain what you meant? I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the name you gave out. Oh, and Gareth speaks Draconic
Still, it may not matter. Kovaliastraz is loyal to Gareth and Gareth alone. He's the Death Knight's friend, protector, steed, benefactor, spy, and anything else he needs to be, and his devotion is absolute
Spoiler:
Lafali is heir to the ancent dragon empire, Rilynnathem. So I was trying to intimidate him. And from what I have seen most people speak dragonic
OOC
Oh yeah, Kovaliastraz does NOT give a crap. So, gigantic white dragon raking his claws straight at Lafali.
"I see that young dragons like yourself don't remember about our empire, very well." Lafali resheaths moon whisper and morning light. As darkness gathers around lafali, a no-dachi forms in his bandaged hand. The blade is made out of something like silver ivory, though streaks of black and gold can be seen. Slowly his kimono is changes to black, while the dai-sho he had fades away into nothingness. "Endlesss Night, Bankai!, Fang of the Night Wing." Slowly the arena darkens, as Lafali raises endless night to try and block Kovaliastraz claw.
The wyrm bears down on Lafali, claw sweeping in heedless of the No-Dachi, and it seems as though a clash is inevitable. But, suddenly, Kovaliastraz turns a lot smaller. Where claw once took up space, only empty air remains, and a small dragon about the size of a human zips through the air.
In the tongue of his race, he speaks, "Gareth is my friend. I have sworn to face his enemies at his behest, and I shall uphold my oath like a true friend would. It is an honor and a pleasure to work with him. Now face my wrath!"
In a dive-bombing motion, Kovaliastraz swoops down, expelling a massive cone of ice and snow.
OOC
First, Kovaliastraz is male, not female. Second, he is no less powerful, but this is his 'natural' size. He never grew any bigger than this without magic. Lastly, that's gonna be REALLY COLD, and Gold Dragons don't like cold
"Very well, do as you see fit. But I am sorry for this." As violet flames springs forth, covering lafali body.
"Corvik Kala'kun", as the darkness that has covered the arena intensify, those caught within it fells there limbs growing heavier.
Lafali then leaps into the air, bringing endless night down upon Kovaliastraz. As blossoms of golden flames flickers into existence, giving of an eerie light.
Kovaliastraz continues flying in the same direction as before, and Lafali seems destined to make contact. But, before the stike can land, a massive weight shoulders into him in mid-air, and as he falls, he sees Gareth falling with him.
"Ice teleportation! Nobody, but nobody, hurts my dragon!"
In Gareth's hands is a massive greatsword made of metallic ice, and as the two fall, the brings it down in a huge chop at his foe.
Meanwhile, Kovaliastraz circles, bringing his breath to bear upon the two combatants. He sucks in the air again and expells the cone, knowing that while Gareth will be unaffected, his opponent may be singing a different tune.
Spoiler:
Did you forget about the chill shield and fire blossoms?
As gareths starts to lift his greatsword to strike at lafali, the fire blossoms engulfs him. "Hope you dont mind them, arn't they lovely this time of year?"
Lafali then shimmers and reappears on the arena floor, watching as his blossoms covers gareth.
"Du'iat", swings endless night lazly at gareth. At first nothen appears to happen, but then a flamming orb of utter darkness can be seen closing the distant between the two opponents.
"If you dont wish me to hurt Kovaliastraz, then i suggest that you tell him to let use finish this battle alone. Otherwise.......", he then points his left hand at Kovaliastraz and strands of cosmic energy starts to gather around it.
Meanwhile the gravity formed by the darkness incresses yet again as everone
fills even heavery then before.
OOC:Including Lafali.
OOC
Alright, I'm getting pretty damned sick of this, so allow me to set this absolutely straight: Blue Ice, the metallic ice that Gareth keeps using, DOES NOT MELT EASILY. I'm sick of people in RP forums the world over assuming they can just melt anything he throws at them. IT MELTS AT THE SAME TEMPERATURE AS STEEL! That clear it up for everyone, until the end of all time? Good.
Kovaliastraz sees the black orb streaking towards him and hovers, smiling a draconic grin. Then, out of the flames, Gareth reaches out to the dragon with a tendril of ice, and the two vanish, only to reappear on either side of Lafali. Gareth, mildly burnt, looks grim, but the dragon only smiles.
"Alright, now you've earned it."
Soulreaver slips from its sheath as Gareth closes for melee. The runesword blurs as Gareth swings it in a two-handed grip, with a thunderclap as it tears through the air itself. On the other side of Lafali, Kovaliastraz moves in for the attack, fang and claw seeking to rend.
"Very well then, Korlok'veldrick Golrak Draco'silwrart." Lafali is engulfted by millions of his fire blossoms, the temperature incresses ten fold.
With the cosmic energy he had been gathering in his left hand finaly fully gathered, "Dril'sork Vala'mirl". Small strands rapidly encircles Kovaliastraz, forming a light mesh net around the white dragon.
"Binding of the Lesser Ones was created when the Valdurian enslaved the lesser dragons to serve there as mounts. So that when we fought them we could spare our cousins from certent death. Feel free to try and break it but be warned, it is formed out of the very essence of the multiverse."
With the white dragon traped for the time beening, lafali waits to see if gareth will try and get pass his blossoms.
OOC
The following ass-whooping is done with Gaelro's permission. This fight should not count for or against either of our records. That said, let the ass-whooping commence
"I...am getting...really...SICK AND TIRED...of FIRE!"
Gareth strides forward, fury evident. He whips Soulreaver through the air, smacking Lafali with the flat of the blade and dispelling several fire blossoms near his head.
"Why does every magic using moron automatically assume that I'm vulnerable to fire? It's more cliche than rain before an epic battle. You know what? Screw them all."
Gareth slams his boot towards Lafali, who dodges.
Right into Gareth's left hook.
"In case anyone else wants to go with idiotic cliches, I am no more vulnerable to fire than an ordinary human. Now, I'll be leaving."
Lafali, dazed from the hook, can't move when Soulreaver's pommel smashes down on his forehead. He slumps to the ground, unconcious, and Gareth cuts Kovaliastraz free of his bindings. Together, they head towards the bar.
OOC
Again, this fight is not official.
As laflai lays dazed from the blow on the head a portal opens up and slim chains of some kind of metal starts to wrap around lafali, gently lifting him up and pulls him through the portal.
An aged dwarf in a brown robe walks though the portal, bowing before the judges, "Master Lafali is still recovering from his match with Lord Shiro and wielding Endless Night. I am sorry for my master disrupting of this arena. The other Keepers and myself will keep him from returing untill he is fully recovered. Again I am sorry for my masters actions." Once again the dwarf bows before the judges before backing though the portal as it closes shut.
Spoiler:
Thanks gareth, lets have a reamtch when i stop getting all these stubid split shifts
So Silence and Siventarr are open for battles.
Sevifor, chaos incarnate
In a small corner of the arena, a faint glow, as of magic, can be seen. A small puddle of strage goo lies on the floor as the magic fades, and the goo swells up into the form of a tall human. He has deep, green eyes, and brown hair. He looks around and gets a bearing of his surroundings befor he walks, a little shakily, towards the judges box and calls Sorcen's attention to himself. "Greetings" he says "I don't know quite where this is, but you should know the multiverse ripples under the magnitude of what happens here. I find myself strangely drawn to this place, and you like to participate, please instruct me further."
Sevifor comes from a rather unique backround: he was not born, but made. He keeps his past a secret to all but the most persistant, and with good reason. He was "born" out of the raw chaos of Limbo and given sentience by a twisted Demi-god who resides there. He is often considered a loner, although he gladly shares his company with any who offer it; unfortunately those who take to his company often regret it sooner than they may think, for he holds within him a dark secret. Although he looks in all respects like a regular human, he is not, for the link to limbo does not die easily within him. He is a good man, to use the term loosly, but to every yang there is a yin. His personality shifts accordingly from time to time to accomidate this other. Both know of each others presense and know that they both have a role to play in the mulltiverse, but that still doesn't mean they have to like each other. The goodness inside tries to hold back the "monstrosity" for as long as possible, but eventually he must see the light of day. In learning to control his otherwise constantly changing body, Sevifor unintentionally began to manifest psionic powers to keep his body in check; it was only when he realized that he could exercise this same control over the ret of the world that he began his formal training as a psion. Mixing his inner link to chaos, he continues the work he left behind as part of Limbo from whence he came: change.
In a small corner of the arena, a faint glow, as of magic, can be seen. A small puddle of strage goo lies on the floor as the magic fades, and the goo swells up into the form of a tall human. He has deep, green eyes, and brown hair. He looks around and gets a bearing of his surroundings befor he walks, a little shakily, towards the judges box and calls Sorcen's attention to himself. "Greetings" he says "I don't know quite where this is, but you should know the multiverse ripples under the magnitude of what happens here. I find myself strangely drawn to this place, and you like to participate, please instruct me further."
Sevifor comes from a rather unique backround: he was not born, but made. He keeps his past a secret to all but the most persistant, and with good reason. He was "born" out of the raw chaos of Limbo and given sentience by a twisted Demi-god who resides there. He is often considered a loner, although he gladly shares his company with any who offer it; unfortunately those who take to his company often regret it sooner than they may think, for he holds within him a dark secret. Although he looks in all respects like a regular human, he is not, for the link to limbo does not die easily within him. He is a good man, to use the term loosly, but to every yang there is a yin. His personality shifts accordingly from time to time to accomidate this other. Both know of each others presense and know that they both have a role to play in the mulltiverse, but that still doesn't mean they have to like each other. The goodness inside tries to hold back the "monstrosity" for as long as possible, but eventually he must see the light of day. In learning to control his otherwise constantly changing body, Sevifor unintentionally began to manifest psionic powers to keep his body in check; it was only when he realized that he could exercise this same control over the ret of the world that he began his formal training as a psion. Mixing his inner link to chaos, he continues the work he left behind as part of Limbo from whence he came: change.
As has been stated though, a small child has as much chance of winning by judge vote as a dragon. The fact that to roleplay that victory you had to get squashed and by default lose however... is probably cause for the high end characters.
That and the fact that no archfiend (read: Sorcen) would summon a small child of course.
And through the smoke and ash, a gently glowing sphere emerges, a pale blue barrier, repelling the infernal storm. As it nears the judges stand, the dim shape of a human figure becomes barely visible. A human figure, wearing a wide-brimmed hat.
A single, brief flame sparks within the sphere, and a gentle glow, as if from a cigarette, grows steadily stronger. The barrier slowly falls, and the man inside tips his hat to the assembled crowd.
Sorry to be so long, ladies and gents. I've had some urgent and pressing business to attend to. But its good to be back.
Gideon Gideonson has returned.
NOTE: This is not the Gideon you've met...this is old-school Gideon, with less magic and more ingenuity/odd mechanical items. His entrance is just his reemergence from hell.
And its good to be back. Sorry all my threads died, but I'm currently out of ideas for ending Caben, for example. Having almost no free time will do that to you. So...therefore....Caben Duur might not be dead. i like him. He might return.
))Until then...biding my time here. i'm up for a battle whenever. Not sure what I'm using though. I'm not playing to win this time around, so I won't necessarily have a steady character. Gideon is around, Caben and Ukinanni and Bartelemus probably, but (if its okay) i may have some other stand-ins...score won't matter. I just want to take part.
Doran, dragon mage
The man sat by himself in the darkest corner of the room. His black hair barely hangs out from behind the hood of a black cloak, greying with age. His garb is simple and normal, exept for a broach in the shape of a small bat that holds the cloak tight about him. The lonely soul stares into his ale and mutters incessently to himself. Only halfway through his drink, he stands, places some coins upon the table, and walks slowly out of the bar....
Doran sat in the corner of the establishment which gave him a full view of the rest of the regulars. Ordering a mug of ale for himself he settled down to wait, his disguise working perfectly. From under his hood, he glanced around the bar constantly, seeking his informant. Nimbrixion saw him first, and the seemingly worthless broach whispered "Over there, third one from the left, with the cheap brandy."
"Good eyes, as always", Doran muttered; the silver wyrmling had always been more attuned to such things. Without the uttering of a single incantation or movement, he let the magic build and allowed it to embrace the man Nimbrixion had sighted. "We aren't about to lose him this time" he muttered into his cloak again. Soon, the informant left counter and plodded out the door. "Shouldn't we-"
"No, Nimbrixion, it might be susipicious." After a dutiful five minutes Doran, the Silverbrow mage, rusted his wings from under his cloak and left the bar. Catching up to his tipster Doran asked "Now, what is this talk of the Dragonfont?"
Doran, Silverbrow Human, Sorceror(approx. lvl 18)/Pact-Bound Adept/5, Silver Wyrmling familiar, Rod of Absorbtion, Portable Hole, Bag of holding type II, Bronzed cuff (2/day creates brilliant energy whip for five rounds), Dragons Eye Amulet (blindsense out to 30'). Born of draconic heritage and through his acceptance of this power, he twists the lawws of magic to his will; he can cast spells simultaneously, merging their effects into one (supposing he could normally cast those spells in the same turn seperately. Ex. swift action+free action, Free action+standard action, etc.)
Doran sat in the corner of the establishment which gave him a full view of the rest of the regulars. Ordering a mug of ale for himself he settled down to wait, his disguise working perfectly. From under his hood, he glanced around the bar constantly, seeking his informant. Nimbrixion saw him first, and the seemingly worthless broach whispered "Over there, third one from the left, with the cheap brandy."
"Good eyes, as always", Doran muttered; the silver wyrmling had always been more attuned to such things. Without the uttering of a single incantation or movement, he let the magic build and allowed it to embrace the man Nimbrixion had sighted. "We aren't about to lose him this time" he muttered into his cloak again. Soon, the informant left counter and plodded out the door. "Shouldn't we-"
"No, Nimbrixion, it might be susipicious." After a dutiful five minutes Doran, the Silverbrow mage, rusted his wings from under his cloak and left the bar. Catching up to his tipster Doran asked "Now, what is this talk of the Dragonfont?"
Doran, Silverbrow Human, Sorceror(approx. lvl 18)/Pact-Bound Adept/5, Silver Wyrmling familiar, Rod of Absorbtion, Portable Hole, Bag of holding type II, Bronzed cuff (2/day creates brilliant energy whip for five rounds), Dragons Eye Amulet (blindsense out to 30'). Born of draconic heritage and through his acceptance of this power, he twists the lawws of magic to his will; he can cast spells simultaneously, merging their effects into one (supposing he could normally cast those spells in the same turn seperately. Ex. swift action+free action, Free action+standard action, etc.)
The reason he was going to die is that I didn't think I'd BE back...but, obviously, I am now. So he'll probably reenter, just so I can get my weekly dose of writing gorey demises and slaughter fests...
And Cog n Taz...as you so perfectly phrased it...I like my "God-of-Chainsaw-Massacres." But in a good way.
Ank...if you're up for a fight, I'll take you up. i'd prefer Doran...no incarnates yet. Not until I'm back in form. Doran against the new (or old...actually, original) Gideon?
Incidentally, Syra is in the bar, and may take a match if challenged.
Chaos is in Arboria, and will fight if challenged.
Gareth can also be challenged.
if Ank doesn't take me up, sure! And if he does, you're next!
But, check out the Battle Against Caben Duur. Someone just walked in and said, "Yo, have some backstory."
Or we could do a three-way.
Sounds fun and dangerous, I'd be willing to give it a shot.
And a three-way match of Gideon vs Doran vs Kyle can begin in the 2nd IC thread whenever you guys are ready.
So I'm back
Gideon is back!Yeh go ahead and post your new character when he is finished Kronos. Which reminds me, I have to go through and do my maintenance on the 1st page of this thread, I'll probably wait until tomorrow for that though.
My life is starting to get busier (school, music, A.P. classes, etc) so I might not be able to get on as much. Just thought I would let you all know, so that if any of my characters start a battle with someone it might be a day (or two, or three...) before I respond.
.((warning: referencing the Caben thread!))
To all who have watched the battle, it seems The Order is dead at last. It is then that the earth begins to shake. The arena, Baator, the nine hells and Mechanus all quake as one, as something greater rises from the earth, greater than the dead primal ever was.
A smooth, perfect, flawless human stands before the crowd, clad in black clothes, wielding the terrible blade, finality, by its side. It does not take close analysis, however, to see that this is no human.
It seems to be a construct of some sort.. it is certainly too perfect to be anything living.
Some who have seen the battle recognize it for what it is. It is the animating force of The Order. It is Order's superior. It is what gives all things reason to live. It is Purpose, and it has returned.
As it watches the battles below, it speaks to itself, a whispering sound that fills the whole arena. "So... the Order is dead. No matter, there have always been others, and there shall be again. For now, though... I shall take its mantle."
((Just in case anyone missed him.))
Why is there another battle at thread 2? I thought that Me and Kronos could fight this match in peace.
Can't answer that one, Sorcen grouped us together and put us in there; my last battle was in the midst of two others as well, but you learn to live with it. Otherwise, you may want to consider starting a petition to get a third IC thread going, that would free up space.
And sorry but If I'm this confused with just two IC threads then I surely would not be able to have a third. And thanks for the heads up Lord Bahamut.
Unfortunately, I did not find a combat outlet for Teiresias, as much as I would've liked. However, he shall be a permanent resident of Sorcen's Baator until I decide to do something more dramatic with him.
However, I have decided that he is the spiritual advisor and patron of redemption for Vicgretor Stormhand, grey knight of Pelor. No flashy entrances for him. (You'd never see him coming anyway...)
So, now I've got Svent and Vicgretor ready to fight, Sorcen. I'm actually going to be active on these forums again. I'll come up with an equip list for Vicgretor when I have one.
I look foward to doing battle with him at some point in time!
With a ripping noise that is heard across the dimensions, a sword of white energy slices through the air. It tears a hole in space and time, and out tumbles a silver humanlike figure. Through the planar rift you can see towering buildings and flying vehicles, and the dead bodies of humans litter the pocked and cratered earth. Vehicles hover across the ground and fire beams of energy at each other, and explosions can be heard. The audience can see that it is the silver figure that has the plane-ripping sword. He raises it at the planar gate and fires a beam of brilliant violet energy into the chaos that is the alternate plane. The beam strikes a building and explodes. As the silver figure closes the gate, the audience can see the explosion racing outward from the city, englufing everything in its path. There is a tremendous roar as the explosion races toward the planar rift, then silence as the gate snaps shut. The silver figure looks around. The sword of energy that is his hand trembles and bubbles. It then melts into the figure's wrist and reforms itself into a three-fingered hand. A telepathic voice speaks to the judges as the figure turns to face them. I am here to destroy. I am Silence.
Look forward to seeing him/her, the future ones dont seem to do as well in arena battles by my own experiences, Butcher did fairly well but hes more of the normal dwarf type and just has his pistols.
As for the taverne, I havent been able to catch up in there so thats why I havent posted for awhile.
Tyler Vici, Reluctant Mage
Tyler is a thin seventeen-year-old, almost skeletal in appearence, with glowing red eyes and raven-black hair. His skin is ash-grey, and there is a constant sulfurous smell about him, like brimstone. His outfit is black denim, covered in hundreds of tiny, one-inch metal plates. These plates have intricate arcane designs on them, and together they form designs even more intricate. At all times, a small necklace with a crucifix is wrapped around his hand, the chain made of purest gold. Hanging out of his pants pocket is an archaic pocketwatch.
Tyler is a mage of the Knights Templar, who has dedicated himself to fighting demons with their own weapon; magic. Through his own ignorance when he was younger, he learned demonic magic, and though he now knows other kinds of magic exists, he uses that which he is familiar with.
Tyler has already died once, and been to Hell. However, he caused such a ruckus of destruction and holy wrath that the Devil was forced to cast him out, sending him back to Earth in his current state.
Possesions: Tyler's most valued possesions are his Grimoires Demonia, from which he learns his spells. At his hip are a pair of +2 Holy Glock 17's, as well as a small belt knife. His boots are Boots of Striding and Springing. He has enchanted his outfit to provide him with armor (+3 Studded Leather). He has a few rolls of Duct Tape of Repair in his Backpack of Holding. Lastly, his watch is a Tempus Fugit watch.
Tyler is a mage of the Knights Templar, who has dedicated himself to fighting demons with their own weapon; magic. Through his own ignorance when he was younger, he learned demonic magic, and though he now knows other kinds of magic exists, he uses that which he is familiar with.
Tyler has already died once, and been to Hell. However, he caused such a ruckus of destruction and holy wrath that the Devil was forced to cast him out, sending him back to Earth in his current state.
Possesions: Tyler's most valued possesions are his Grimoires Demonia, from which he learns his spells. At his hip are a pair of +2 Holy Glock 17's, as well as a small belt knife. His boots are Boots of Striding and Springing. He has enchanted his outfit to provide him with armor (+3 Studded Leather). He has a few rolls of Duct Tape of Repair in his Backpack of Holding. Lastly, his watch is a Tempus Fugit watch.
OOC
Alrighty then, could ya answer his question? :P
Name Blakore
Species human formerly, Lich/Vampire Currently
Class Wizard/fighter lvs 25/25
Items
Double bladed sword+5, Greater Shadow Half plate, Dragonhide spellbook, Ice Heart Major, Ring of The White Wrym, Staff Of the Ice Bergs, Bottle of endless sands, Ring of elemental command (All), Ring of protection+5, Ring of three wishs, rod of lordly might, Scroll of create undead (40), Scroll of create greater undead (20), Scroll cases (100), Staff of power, Wand of fireballs (50 charges left), Bag of holding (5), Amulet of the planes,
Boccobs blessed book, Elixer of fire breath (9), Vails (100)
Sealed with wax, Ioun stones (10), Pericapt of health, Own persnol dimison (acessed via a word form him he keeps alot of his stuff in there,
Pets a small Archno-thing (homebrew creture),
Special abilities, Summon creations (alows him to summon any amount of cretures he has created), Spells,
Back story, in his youth Blackore trained as a wizard/fighter and evently he grew very powerful. He then discvored he to use Spawn craft. Sadly as his creations grew and ravaged the country side a lone adventure found him a mortally wouneded him. however he was not dead by combining the traits of a vampire and lich he became more powerful then he ever imagined. but just as he was about to exact his revange he was summoned to Baator for tournoment. He dispises being trapped against his will and has vowed revange. hew also has the abilty to summon some of his creture via mindlink, Surpisinly there are quite alot of them in baators caves...
. Your character seems interesting.IC A black portal open and dark figure steps through,
So this is where th portal lead the figure remarked as it suryved the land of baator. Notices sorcen for the first time...
You are the o who opened the portal are you not he asks sorcen....
Also, given the coming and going of characters, I've taken the initiative of starting a special thread for sorting active characters by player.
So go on, make a post, and put up your characters (in spoiler blocks, to make finding them easier). That way, anyone who doesn't know you can simply click on a button and find out about any character they want.
Doran, dragon mageThe man sat by himself in the darkest corner of the room. His black hair barely hangs out from behind the hood of a black cloak, greying with age. His garb is simple and normal, exept for a broach in the shape of a small bat that holds the cloak tight about him. The lonely soul stares into his ale and mutters incessently to himself. Only halfway through his drink, he stands, places some coins upon the table, and walks slowly out of the bar....
Doran sat in the corner of the establishment which gave him a full view of the rest of the regulars. Ordering a mug of ale for himself he settled down to wait, his disguise working perfectly. From under his hood, he glanced around the bar constantly, seeking his informant. Nimbrixion saw him first, and the seemingly worthless broach whispered "Over there, third one from the left, with the cheap brandy."
"Good eyes, as always", Doran muttered; the silver wyrmling had always been more attuned to such things. Without the uttering of a single incantation or movement, he let the magic build and allowed it to embrace the man Nimbrixion had sighted. "We aren't about to lose him this time" he muttered into his cloak again. Soon, the informant left counter and plodded out the door. "Shouldn't we-"
"No, Nimbrixion, it might be susipicious." After a dutiful five minutes Doran, the Silverbrow mage, rusted his wings from under his cloak and left the bar. Catching up to his tipster Doran asked "Now, what is this talk of the Dragonfont?"
Doran, Silverbrow Human, Sorceror(approx. lvl 18)/Pact-Bound Adept/5, Silver Wyrmling familiar, Rod of Absorbtion, Portable Hole, Bag of holding type II, Bronzed cuff (2/day creates brilliant energy whip for five rounds), Dragons Eye Amulet (blindsense out to 30'). Born of draconic heritage and through his acceptance of this power, he twists the lawws of magic to his will; he can cast spells simultaneously, merging their effects into one (supposing he could normally cast those spells in the same turn seperately. Ex. swift action+free action, Free action+standard action, etc.)
Well thanks, but I meant for you to post on that thread yourself. that way, you can update it whenever.
Ok, I've re-posted over in your thread. For those of you who do not want to go looking for it, you may find Gideons thread here http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?p=11250082#post11250082
BIC: Sorcen takes his attention from the matches momentarily to address the questions of the newcomers, "You, Tyler, are in Hell in one of my multiverses, although I have yet to rule this one completely. Ah yes back on track, you can find all of your alchoholic beverages over at the Taverne Cycine." He points the man in the proper direction.
He turns to the slightly dead looking being before him, "I brought you here to test your skills against my other competitors. Dont worry about those adventurers getting away from your wrath though, you may return to them and exact your revenge if you wish, I'll even lend you some of my soldiers for your endeavor." He motions for four of his pit fiends to stand beside the lichpire.
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This is my new character PM me for his back story. (not too soon though Im still working on that)
Also to answer the spoilerblock question, scroll all the way to the bottom of teh screen and you will see a link in the line that says vBcode is on, the vBcode part is a link that will take you to a page that tells you how to do various things on these boards.
By the way that was a good match with some good descriptions and I just realized I can printthe matches off and read them during class when I'm bored in college :D .
And the Kyle vs Nobunaga match was archived on the 1st page of the 1st IC thread a few posts down, post #3 to be exact.
As for Siventarr, I'l be posting his background soon, as well as Silence's. But I'm fine with a Silence vs. Sevifor match.
Silence isn't so much of a shapechanger as he is a fighter. He can turn into whatever he wants, but he doesn't rely on it for combat like a shapechanger would. By the way, are your characters posted on Gideon's character background thread?
As for Siventarr, I'l be posting his background soon, as well as Silence's. But I'm fine with a Silence vs. Sevifor match.
Indeed, My charecters have been posted on Gideon's thread, I was the first to do so. I realize now that I have not listed any of Sevifors real statistics, but he carries nothing on him besides that which is emcompased within him (money, some spare material etc.). However, even a psion has need of high-quality weapondy from time to time. He has absorbed into himself (in a fashion modeled after a bag of holding) a +5 adamantine bar that he can shape into the weapons that he needs.
Silence isn't so much of a shapechanger as he is a fighter. He can turn into whatever he wants, but he doesn't rely on it for combat like a shapechanger would. By the way, are your characters posted on Gideon's character background thread?
As for Siventarr, I'l be posting his background soon, as well as Silence's. But I'm fine with a Silence vs. Sevifor match.
Was that to me or Gareth?
Anyone who thinks they can write half decently PM me...I really need help. I'm so far behind its not funny.
Thanks.
-Gideon
Was that to me or Gareth?
Neither. It was to ank.
Cool character Kronos, a quick question though, where can I find the Elans?, I seem to have forgotten because I tend not to use them personally and I cant remember their looks or anything much about them.
I've done some editing on the 1st page of this thread and the 1st page of the 1st IC thread to add some links and archive the match that was just finished and other maintenance.
Merithale vs Siveleth
Merithale vs Siveleth
OOC: I expect my opponent to show up soon. Sorcen, If we should do battle on the other thread, please inform me (us) so.
My entrance again
BIC: A shimmering speck appears in the air, widening and turning, shredding a rift in the planar fabric. An elf, tall for his kind, with shouder-length silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and a gleaming blue-silver shirt of chainmail steps through. He hefts what appears to be a pair of manacles sporting vicious-looking ethereal spikes and stares warily at his surroundings. His eyes narrow, looking down at the shimmering glass rapier resting on his chest.
((eek! How important is the glass rapier? Cause it's a major part of Merithale's character, and I rather not have the same on the other side.))
OOC: It's yours. You pointed it at me, and I assumed that it was touching me. Sorry If it's not; I'll edit accordingly. :OOC
BIC: Siveleth steps back and begins whirling his chain menacingly, moving at unearthly speeds. Over the hum of his weapon, he speaks in a calm, smooth, almost musical voice, "I will weep for your death as you do. I am eager to leave this hellish arena, no disrespect intended to its most noble caretaker." Slowly, he begins his inexorable progress towards Merithale, who strides off across the arena floor.
((one problem, please don't decide what I do, such as where I move to, thanks))
Playing a sad tune on his violin as he backs away, Merithale sighs and speaks to his opponent. "Weep if you wish, my friend. I know that I shall not." He draws his rapier, wreathing it in an aura of frost. Stepping slightly back,he makes several intricate slashes at Siveleth, each one bringing sorrow to his soul, binding him to the ground with frost and tears.
((ugh, merithale was just referred to in a PM as "sucky emo dude"...))
OOC: I didn't. You said it in the OOC thread. So am I stuck to the ground? Prone? Immobile? Paralyzed? Or just cold and wet? My response depends on that.:OOC
((I don't do crunch. Read the description and decide what it does to you, but it is by and large immobilizing, plus slashing damage))
Siveleth twirls Whirlwind's Blood faster, forming a web of shimmering steel strands around him. The frost and tears strike his chain, slowing him almost imperceptibly. But Siveleth has neglected his feet, which freeze to the ground instantaneously. It is of no importance. Out from the whirling ball of chain shoots a single, ephemeral, length of metal. Wrapping around Merithale's legs and hamstringing him with spikes of force, the chain is gone as it came. Siveleth advances towards Merithale, pulling his feet free with a crunch.
((it's a mind-affecting move, sorry if you thought I was shooting tears at you or something, the "binding with tears" bit was a bit metaphorical, I'm afraid.))
There are now several gashes in Merithale's leg, and some parts of the knee are very definitely missing. "This is it for one of us, my friend. The beginning of the end." he speaks with a sigh. In a moment, Merithale disappears with a gust of wind. A sharp pain in his back informs him of the blade wound, as shards of glass begin to rain down from the heavens.
Siveleth drops to the ground, a web of silver over his head where his chain used to be. He holds Whirlwind's Blood loosely in one hand, clutching the wound in his back with the other. The shattering sound as the glass rain hits the field of deflection above him is deafening, but Siveleth simply winces (although that may be from his wound). Turning towards Merithale, he says in a flat voice, "You shall pay for that." Without a change in his posture or face, he lashes out with his chain.
Of that I have no doubt, but that blow was not mine.."
Merithale merely parries the attack, making none of his own. But a terrible, tragic music fills the air. Every sorrow that Siveleth has ever suffered, every betrayal, every tear, every time he despaired, is suddenly brought back to his mind, it is a feeling that would certainly bring a lesser man to his knees. ((that's not to say he won't be affected by it, ofcourse))
Siveleth's eyes fill with tears, and his body is wracked with sobs. He begins to collapse, but steadies himself. His face hardens as he sets his mouth in a grim line. In a voice that still quavers slightly, he says, "There are memories best left untouched. You have violated the one sanctuary I have always had, and for that you must die." So saying, he lunges forward, wrapping his viciously-spiked chain around Merithale's rapier hand. With a twist, he pulls the rapier, caught by the crossguard, free from his enemy's grasp and snaps it like an icicle.
OOC: Unless Merithale's glass rapier is a LOT harder than adamantine, it's lying on the ground in pieces right now. If it is harder than I thought, I'll edit. :OOC
((no need, I'll cover up for ya.))
The rapier lies in many shards upon the soil of the arena, but not for long. With a hissing sound, it begins to piece itself together, flying into the air and back to Merithale's hand, though he seemed happy to see it break, for some reason that is beyond your comprehension. As he raises the blade to the baatorian air, ice creeps up from the ground around him. It breaks itself into three orbs and floats around him. A strange glass plate floats out from his backpack, an intricately carved disk with three dents in it. Time itself seems to freeze as a sharp, harsh voice begins to speak, whatever this is, it is not Merithale.
"One to bind" it speaks as it places the first orb, and siveleth finds himself rooted to the ground he stands on. "one to deny hope", siveleth now feels sure, there is no doubt, that he will lose. He may not even escape this match alive... "and one," a cruel smile spreads across Merithale's glass face, "to end."
((the end bit is some general death effect))
Siveleth stares in horror at the reforged blade, knowing beyond doubt that he underestimated Merithale; a mistake he knows may prove deadly. He hisses in exasperation as, for the second time in under a minute, his treacherous feet freeze to the ground. The second orb connects with the plate, and Siveleth whimpers out in sheer despair. He lets out a shriek of terror, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching his forehead. As the third orb settles into place, he grits his teeth and exhales with what he feels may be his last breath, "Feorâjo'klungriénz-achatüslenz!" His words hang in the air, ringing with latent power. The pitch rises to a humming whine behind his words, still echoing about the arena. It peaks at an almost inaudible buzz, providing harmony to his speech, when a shattering sound overpowers it. The glass man, his glass sword, the glass plate, and the ice orbs have smashed into infinitesimal pieces at the force of the truenames for shatter and melt.
Siveleth collapses to the floor, his defenses gone, bleeding from his back wound and from his throat, nearly torn open by the power of the words he spoke. He coughs blood once, twice, then lies still.
OOC: Good game? :OOC
((Awesome. However, I was planning on losing, do you mind? Also, this would cut the match a bit short, no?))
The shards of glass melt into a pool with a faint scream, Merithale's last breath, perhaps. As they sink into the ground, the soil itself seems to frost over, and the baatorian air changes, until Siveleth is no longer in the arena. He is walking a beaten dirt path in the middle of a snowfield. Dead, leafless trees stand around him in all directions, and he can barely hear the howling of wolves through the numbing cold. Strangely, his wounds seem no better, but the pain has lessened drastically, until it is nothing more than a mild sting, perhaps the cold is to blame... even in this bleak scenary, however, there is hope. Warm-looking lights and smoke come from a small village ahead. Light which, you soon realize, comes from fires.
OOC
What was that? Did you 1) Teleport me, 2) alter the arena, or 3) use some weird mind-affecting thingummy on me? (Or, 4, something else I forgot to mention/didn't think of?) I really can't act 'til I know.
((I don't know really, some weird combination of 2, 3 and some other stuff))
Siveleth hears a commotion over from the village, unable to make it out at this distance. He looks around, but Merithale is nowhere to be seen. Soon, it begins to snow.
Siveleth walks toward the inviting lights of the village, too weary to be wary.
As he continues on his path, he realizes the nature of what he has stumbled upon. He has arrived at the centre of a battlescene. two tribes slaughter eachother with claymores and battleaxes, burning houses, butchering opponents, staining the snow with blood: some their own, some from others.
Throughout this, none take any notice of you, save for a young boy carrying a violin, cowering in a corner hidden behind a barrel, staring at you fearfully. Two voices arrive in your mind, one pleading, one soothing. "please... help me... they're all dying..." "come, wield me, o worthy one, and all your troubles shall be gone, siveleth."
Out of the corner of your eye, something catches your attention.
A Rapier of perfect, blood red glass, in a patch of white snow.
It calls to you, tells you to wield it, and it will save you in this dangerous hour, spare you from all woes...
Siveleth lifts the rapier to his face, running a finger down the blade.
He strides toward the boy, sympathy warring with brutality on his anguished face. What has happened here? he asks.
So as not to alarm the boy, Siveleth sheathes the rapier at his belt gently, already succumbing to its telepathic influences.
The boy cowers behind the boxes first, whimpering. Finally, after seeing the man means no harm-most likely could not cause him harm if he wanted to- begins to speak.
"Th...they're all gone! My family, my friends...everyone's gone... they.. those people, they came and killed them all, and there's nothing I can do.... they're all dying, and...and I might be next! They've been fighting for so long now...the snow's all red.. but it's okay, the pretty sword's been talking to me, it sounds like everyone I know, it says it'll keep me safe..." He begins to cry midway through his speech, but quickly seems to relax as the glass sword whispers to him again in a language only he seems to understand.
Again, the sword whispers to you from its newfound sheath. "Kill them... kill the intruders.. they must die for what they've done, for us...for Merithale..." As it finishes its sentence, the boy lights up again, his trust in the sword rekindled. "see? It even knows my name, it must be good!"
Who killed them? Siveleth asks. I'll help you, if only I can rest. Suddenly remembering the pouches at his belt, Siveleth reaches down and draws out three vials. The first is a tall, smooth, rounded bottle full of orange liquid, which he downs in a single swallow. Immediately he looks invigorated, and his wounds (if they're still there) close.
The second vial is wide, made of a thin spiralling tube filled with a deep blue elixir. Siveleth sips a bit, and sighs with contentment.
The third, a tiny, square crystal vial, is empty. Siveleth moves closer to the boy and holds this one out, uncapped. He touches it to Merithale's cheek and lets the remaining tears drip into it, stoppering the container with a blood-red glass cork. He says, Merithale, I can and will avenge your people, I swear it upon this sword. Please, have a taste of this. It's good. So saying, he offers the boy a sip from the twisting blue bottle. Now, let us have our revenge.
With those words, the rapier takes on a sinister, chilling glow, covering itself in cruel barbs of ice. It seems to drag siveleth into the battle, guiding his feet and hands. Some of the invaders close around him, and as he raises his hand to swing, the sword takes control. Ducking and weaving between blows, his sword-arm lashes out to strike, piercing one target after another in its frenzy, guiding his arms. Soon, they lie dead on the snow, cold and bleeding. But there is no time to rejoice over victory, as the blade carries him towards more opponents. "...Blood. More blood..!"
With an angry hiss, Siveleth reaches up and wrenches wis hand down. Somewhat more calmly, he resheathes the rapier and lifts his chain. Spinning wildly, he launches himself back into the fray. Leaping and rolling, he moves directly into the middle of the group of raiders. Whirlwind's Blood moves with a life of its own, tearing into the chests, heads, and limbs of the men. They once again lie in the snow, cold and still, ripped to shreds. Siveleth smiles grimly.
no.
Suddenly, Merithale, the older one, the one that Siveleth has fought, appears in the path of the chain. Lashing out with his rapier, he allows the chain to wrap around it, before taking the sword back from the tangled mess as if it were a sheathe.
no.
Merithale rushes straight to siveleth's new sword, heedless of his own safety. As he rushes to strike the sheath, blow after frenzied blow hit Merithale. Again the chain strikes him, and again, cracks appear in him, pieces of glass falling off all the while.
"Don't let it do to you what it's done to me. Please, no....."
Siveleth stops suddenly, almost jerking to a halt. He gently draws the rapier and offers it, hilt first, to Merithale. It is yours, not mine. Do with it what you will. With that, he resumes tearing apart the men who have once again encircled him.
It's too late...
The twin blade shimmer, and merge to become one, reunited and stronger than ever. He places it on the ground, and casts a spell of shattering. No more than a single crack appears in the rapier, and Merithale screams in agony, crumpling to the floor. Parts of the glass begin to flake off as he rises again, but only just. He walks over to Siveleth, the blade flying back to his hands against his will. With a single movement, the barbarians fly away, many breaking their necks upon landing.
"Please.. hear me out, before it's too late, lest this blade take you too."
"long ago, almost centuries ago, I was a simple bard in the northern lands. I learned the tales of my people, their music, and some magic, that was all."
Then, they came- a neighboring tribe came to my village, slaughtering them in their sleep, I hid, helpless. To this day, I regret that I did not die then, but what could I do? Their blood, their innocent blood, pooled on the snow, staining it red, while I hid, helpless."
"Soon I could bear it no longer, and I strode out to confront them, but it was too late, they were all dead. Besides, I was unarmed, there was nothing I could do. But what's this?"
There was a blade, a thin and long, well fashioned rapier of red glass sticking out of the snow. It seemed to drain the blood from the snow around it, but I did not dwell on this. I had no doubts over it. It spoke to me, comforted me in my darkest hour."
Immediately, it took control, guiding my arms, cleaving my enemies, it left no survivors, save myself, its wielder. After the battle, it began to whisper into my ears, guiding my actions. It can always take control, and sometimes does."
"Sometimes, I do not even remember what it has done. It twisted my music too, into this tragic melody, fit only to bring sorrow to innocent souls.."
"It has transformed me into this creature of glass that stands before you, and prolonged my life unnaturally. It is the spilt blood of my village, and it begs for vengeance, for more blood to add to itself..."
"I brought you back in time, to this place, five hundred and twenty eight years ago, in the hope that we may be able to set right what had gone wrong, and destroy this twisted blade. But I have failed before, and I shall do so again. It is of no use, the blade lives, and threatens to bring even you to its side."
"if only I knew then what I knew now... if only. But now..."
Merithale's perfect glass skin begins to turn blood red, as does his blade. "NOW, YOU SHALL DIE!". His face contorts into a feral, predatory snarl as he flies toward you, sword raised. With a roar, he slashes furiously, freezing blood, body and flame as he moves towards you. He swings his blade in a perfect arc, aimed to split Siveleth's skull in half.
OOC: Nice story. But a rapier has no cutting edge, so swinging it in an arc, however perfect, would at best give me a headache. Said rapier is a pole with a point, effectively. :OOC
Siveleth reacts with preternatural speed, slipping sideways slightly to avoid the blow and kicking his foot out at Merithale's knee. He turns into a spin, tucking his chain close to his torso as he whirls. He becomes a blur of shimmering silver. With uncharacteristic sarcams, he parries, Correction: you shall die. Again.
From the indistinct shape Siveleth has become, a needlelike sliver of silver extends. The fragment pirces Merithale in the stomach, sending a web of cracks through his body. The blur twirls on last time and vanishes, seeming to fold space. Echoing throughout the area comes the sound of laughter, genuinely happy paining Merithale by recalling once more the memories of life.
((supportive, isn't he?))
As the cracks spread across Merithale's body, he seems to be battling something within himself, lucid looks momentarily returning to his eyes, only to be replaced by the feral glint of red glass.
no. I will be your slave no more, you have twisted me beyond recognition, used my hands to slay innocents, enough is enough, this ends now! No, you cannot leave us. You won't leave us here, will you? Your own people? How could you do this to us? Don't you see who the true monster is here Merithale? It is you, and your own black, self-centered heart.
Voices reach out of the sword, and the forms of people, eerily similar to some that now lie dead around Siveleth, stand around the bard. How could you abandon us, my child? We've cared for you all your life, kept you alive for so long, and you can't even repay us? He wavers, but his face remains hard. No! You are not the people I knew... you are... something else entirely, these people have nothing to do with what was done to you... those responsible for the attack are long dead, and it is time that you left this world too. The time for words is past, it's over.
With that, he raises his sword, bringing it down to shatter it against the ground. Very well than, we no longer have any use for you... there will always be another. Goodbye, merithale, you shall die now, and none will mourn your passing.
Whirlwind's blood flies through the air, siveleth's arm guided by some invisible force. It smashes into Merithale, and cracks creep across his skin, connecting full circle.
Merithale shatters, and his sword with him.
Siveleth finds himself in the hellish arena again, a chill wind carrying away the last shards of glass with a faint, musical tinkling sound. As the last shards of the glass vanish, a whispering comes to siveleth's ears, carried by the wind.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This is my end, siveleth, and I thank you for it. I have waited for this for hundreds of years, yet this sword would not allow me to die. Now, at last, it is gone. Now, at last, I may die in peace, for on this day, the slave is freed from his bonds at last. But the damage has been done, it is too little, too late. If only I knew then what I knew now, but it is too late... goodbye, siveleth, and thank you. "
Nothing remains of the bard that once was. Only one thing stands by siveleth..
A rapier of red glass, standing in a patch of snow under the baatorian sky.
Come to us, Siveleth...
Siveleth mutters to himself happily, not appearing to care for the sword. Not all those who wander are lost. Apt, isn't it? He looks down, sighting the rapier again. His eyes widen in surprise, but soon narrow in suspicion. He speaks again, his voice layered with power.
Feorâjo'klungriénz-achatüslenz!
The earth begins to rumble, just vibrating at first but rising to a roar, then a deafening clamor. The bloodsoaked earth cracks, and a fissure spreads across the arena floor. Spiderweb cracks fan out from the line of split earth, and an acrid tang replaces the scent of brimstone in the hellish air. A void, deeper than a sphere of annihilation, shows through the floor of Sorcen's demiplane. The floor, or what is left of it, crumbles into the void, leaving only a small crcle around Siveleth, and a pile of snow. The wind, now only a slight zephyr, swirls about the sword's pommel, dissipating the snowdrift. With a crash like a smashed window, the rapier (now bereft of an anchor point) falls slowly, inch by inch, into the pit. When it finally vanishes from sight, Siveleth speaks again.
Znelsütahca-znéirgnulk'ojâroef!
The floor, in chunks and segments, floats back up from where it had fallen, levitating in place as the whole ground links itself together once more. There is only one sign of the damage: a small mark in the center of the arena; a dent in the floor filled with blood and ringed with broken glass.
In memory of Merithale.
OOC: I expect my opponent to show up soon. Sorcen, If we should do battle on the other thread, please inform me (us) so.
My entrance again
BIC: A shimmering speck appears in the air, widening and turning, shredding a rift in the planar fabric. An elf, tall for his kind, with shouder-length silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and a gleaming blue-silver shirt of chainmail steps through. He hefts what appears to be a pair of manacles sporting vicious-looking ethereal spikes and stares warily at his surroundings. His eyes narrow, looking down at the shimmering glass rapier resting on his chest.
((eek! How important is the glass rapier? Cause it's a major part of Merithale's character, and I rather not have the same on the other side.))
OOC: It's yours. You pointed it at me, and I assumed that it was touching me. Sorry If it's not; I'll edit accordingly. :OOC
BIC: Siveleth steps back and begins whirling his chain menacingly, moving at unearthly speeds. Over the hum of his weapon, he speaks in a calm, smooth, almost musical voice, "I will weep for your death as you do. I am eager to leave this hellish arena, no disrespect intended to its most noble caretaker." Slowly, he begins his inexorable progress towards Merithale, who strides off across the arena floor.
((one problem, please don't decide what I do, such as where I move to, thanks))
Playing a sad tune on his violin as he backs away, Merithale sighs and speaks to his opponent. "Weep if you wish, my friend. I know that I shall not." He draws his rapier, wreathing it in an aura of frost. Stepping slightly back,he makes several intricate slashes at Siveleth, each one bringing sorrow to his soul, binding him to the ground with frost and tears.
((ugh, merithale was just referred to in a PM as "sucky emo dude"...))
OOC: I didn't. You said it in the OOC thread. So am I stuck to the ground? Prone? Immobile? Paralyzed? Or just cold and wet? My response depends on that.:OOC
((I don't do crunch. Read the description and decide what it does to you, but it is by and large immobilizing, plus slashing damage))
Siveleth twirls Whirlwind's Blood faster, forming a web of shimmering steel strands around him. The frost and tears strike his chain, slowing him almost imperceptibly. But Siveleth has neglected his feet, which freeze to the ground instantaneously. It is of no importance. Out from the whirling ball of chain shoots a single, ephemeral, length of metal. Wrapping around Merithale's legs and hamstringing him with spikes of force, the chain is gone as it came. Siveleth advances towards Merithale, pulling his feet free with a crunch.
((it's a mind-affecting move, sorry if you thought I was shooting tears at you or something, the "binding with tears" bit was a bit metaphorical, I'm afraid.))
There are now several gashes in Merithale's leg, and some parts of the knee are very definitely missing. "This is it for one of us, my friend. The beginning of the end." he speaks with a sigh. In a moment, Merithale disappears with a gust of wind. A sharp pain in his back informs him of the blade wound, as shards of glass begin to rain down from the heavens.
Siveleth drops to the ground, a web of silver over his head where his chain used to be. He holds Whirlwind's Blood loosely in one hand, clutching the wound in his back with the other. The shattering sound as the glass rain hits the field of deflection above him is deafening, but Siveleth simply winces (although that may be from his wound). Turning towards Merithale, he says in a flat voice, "You shall pay for that." Without a change in his posture or face, he lashes out with his chain.
Of that I have no doubt, but that blow was not mine.."
Merithale merely parries the attack, making none of his own. But a terrible, tragic music fills the air. Every sorrow that Siveleth has ever suffered, every betrayal, every tear, every time he despaired, is suddenly brought back to his mind, it is a feeling that would certainly bring a lesser man to his knees. ((that's not to say he won't be affected by it, ofcourse))
Siveleth's eyes fill with tears, and his body is wracked with sobs. He begins to collapse, but steadies himself. His face hardens as he sets his mouth in a grim line. In a voice that still quavers slightly, he says, "There are memories best left untouched. You have violated the one sanctuary I have always had, and for that you must die." So saying, he lunges forward, wrapping his viciously-spiked chain around Merithale's rapier hand. With a twist, he pulls the rapier, caught by the crossguard, free from his enemy's grasp and snaps it like an icicle.
OOC: Unless Merithale's glass rapier is a LOT harder than adamantine, it's lying on the ground in pieces right now. If it is harder than I thought, I'll edit. :OOC
((no need, I'll cover up for ya.))
The rapier lies in many shards upon the soil of the arena, but not for long. With a hissing sound, it begins to piece itself together, flying into the air and back to Merithale's hand, though he seemed happy to see it break, for some reason that is beyond your comprehension. As he raises the blade to the baatorian air, ice creeps up from the ground around him. It breaks itself into three orbs and floats around him. A strange glass plate floats out from his backpack, an intricately carved disk with three dents in it. Time itself seems to freeze as a sharp, harsh voice begins to speak, whatever this is, it is not Merithale.
"One to bind" it speaks as it places the first orb, and siveleth finds himself rooted to the ground he stands on. "one to deny hope", siveleth now feels sure, there is no doubt, that he will lose. He may not even escape this match alive... "and one," a cruel smile spreads across Merithale's glass face, "to end."
((the end bit is some general death effect))
Siveleth stares in horror at the reforged blade, knowing beyond doubt that he underestimated Merithale; a mistake he knows may prove deadly. He hisses in exasperation as, for the second time in under a minute, his treacherous feet freeze to the ground. The second orb connects with the plate, and Siveleth whimpers out in sheer despair. He lets out a shriek of terror, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching his forehead. As the third orb settles into place, he grits his teeth and exhales with what he feels may be his last breath, "Feorâjo'klungriénz-achatüslenz!" His words hang in the air, ringing with latent power. The pitch rises to a humming whine behind his words, still echoing about the arena. It peaks at an almost inaudible buzz, providing harmony to his speech, when a shattering sound overpowers it. The glass man, his glass sword, the glass plate, and the ice orbs have smashed into infinitesimal pieces at the force of the truenames for shatter and melt.
Siveleth collapses to the floor, his defenses gone, bleeding from his back wound and from his throat, nearly torn open by the power of the words he spoke. He coughs blood once, twice, then lies still.
OOC: Good game? :OOC
((Awesome. However, I was planning on losing, do you mind? Also, this would cut the match a bit short, no?))
The shards of glass melt into a pool with a faint scream, Merithale's last breath, perhaps. As they sink into the ground, the soil itself seems to frost over, and the baatorian air changes, until Siveleth is no longer in the arena. He is walking a beaten dirt path in the middle of a snowfield. Dead, leafless trees stand around him in all directions, and he can barely hear the howling of wolves through the numbing cold. Strangely, his wounds seem no better, but the pain has lessened drastically, until it is nothing more than a mild sting, perhaps the cold is to blame... even in this bleak scenary, however, there is hope. Warm-looking lights and smoke come from a small village ahead. Light which, you soon realize, comes from fires.
OOC
What was that? Did you 1) Teleport me, 2) alter the arena, or 3) use some weird mind-affecting thingummy on me? (Or, 4, something else I forgot to mention/didn't think of?) I really can't act 'til I know.
((I don't know really, some weird combination of 2, 3 and some other stuff))
Siveleth hears a commotion over from the village, unable to make it out at this distance. He looks around, but Merithale is nowhere to be seen. Soon, it begins to snow.
Siveleth walks toward the inviting lights of the village, too weary to be wary.
As he continues on his path, he realizes the nature of what he has stumbled upon. He has arrived at the centre of a battlescene. two tribes slaughter eachother with claymores and battleaxes, burning houses, butchering opponents, staining the snow with blood: some their own, some from others.
Throughout this, none take any notice of you, save for a young boy carrying a violin, cowering in a corner hidden behind a barrel, staring at you fearfully. Two voices arrive in your mind, one pleading, one soothing. "please... help me... they're all dying..." "come, wield me, o worthy one, and all your troubles shall be gone, siveleth."
Out of the corner of your eye, something catches your attention.
A Rapier of perfect, blood red glass, in a patch of white snow.
It calls to you, tells you to wield it, and it will save you in this dangerous hour, spare you from all woes...
Siveleth lifts the rapier to his face, running a finger down the blade.
He strides toward the boy, sympathy warring with brutality on his anguished face. What has happened here? he asks.
So as not to alarm the boy, Siveleth sheathes the rapier at his belt gently, already succumbing to its telepathic influences.
The boy cowers behind the boxes first, whimpering. Finally, after seeing the man means no harm-most likely could not cause him harm if he wanted to- begins to speak.
"Th...they're all gone! My family, my friends...everyone's gone... they.. those people, they came and killed them all, and there's nothing I can do.... they're all dying, and...and I might be next! They've been fighting for so long now...the snow's all red.. but it's okay, the pretty sword's been talking to me, it sounds like everyone I know, it says it'll keep me safe..." He begins to cry midway through his speech, but quickly seems to relax as the glass sword whispers to him again in a language only he seems to understand.
Again, the sword whispers to you from its newfound sheath. "Kill them... kill the intruders.. they must die for what they've done, for us...for Merithale..." As it finishes its sentence, the boy lights up again, his trust in the sword rekindled. "see? It even knows my name, it must be good!"
Who killed them? Siveleth asks. I'll help you, if only I can rest. Suddenly remembering the pouches at his belt, Siveleth reaches down and draws out three vials. The first is a tall, smooth, rounded bottle full of orange liquid, which he downs in a single swallow. Immediately he looks invigorated, and his wounds (if they're still there) close.
The second vial is wide, made of a thin spiralling tube filled with a deep blue elixir. Siveleth sips a bit, and sighs with contentment.
The third, a tiny, square crystal vial, is empty. Siveleth moves closer to the boy and holds this one out, uncapped. He touches it to Merithale's cheek and lets the remaining tears drip into it, stoppering the container with a blood-red glass cork. He says, Merithale, I can and will avenge your people, I swear it upon this sword. Please, have a taste of this. It's good. So saying, he offers the boy a sip from the twisting blue bottle. Now, let us have our revenge.
With those words, the rapier takes on a sinister, chilling glow, covering itself in cruel barbs of ice. It seems to drag siveleth into the battle, guiding his feet and hands. Some of the invaders close around him, and as he raises his hand to swing, the sword takes control. Ducking and weaving between blows, his sword-arm lashes out to strike, piercing one target after another in its frenzy, guiding his arms. Soon, they lie dead on the snow, cold and bleeding. But there is no time to rejoice over victory, as the blade carries him towards more opponents. "...Blood. More blood..!"
With an angry hiss, Siveleth reaches up and wrenches wis hand down. Somewhat more calmly, he resheathes the rapier and lifts his chain. Spinning wildly, he launches himself back into the fray. Leaping and rolling, he moves directly into the middle of the group of raiders. Whirlwind's Blood moves with a life of its own, tearing into the chests, heads, and limbs of the men. They once again lie in the snow, cold and still, ripped to shreds. Siveleth smiles grimly.
no.
Suddenly, Merithale, the older one, the one that Siveleth has fought, appears in the path of the chain. Lashing out with his rapier, he allows the chain to wrap around it, before taking the sword back from the tangled mess as if it were a sheathe.
no.
Merithale rushes straight to siveleth's new sword, heedless of his own safety. As he rushes to strike the sheath, blow after frenzied blow hit Merithale. Again the chain strikes him, and again, cracks appear in him, pieces of glass falling off all the while.
"Don't let it do to you what it's done to me. Please, no....."
Siveleth stops suddenly, almost jerking to a halt. He gently draws the rapier and offers it, hilt first, to Merithale. It is yours, not mine. Do with it what you will. With that, he resumes tearing apart the men who have once again encircled him.
It's too late...
The twin blade shimmer, and merge to become one, reunited and stronger than ever. He places it on the ground, and casts a spell of shattering. No more than a single crack appears in the rapier, and Merithale screams in agony, crumpling to the floor. Parts of the glass begin to flake off as he rises again, but only just. He walks over to Siveleth, the blade flying back to his hands against his will. With a single movement, the barbarians fly away, many breaking their necks upon landing.
"Please.. hear me out, before it's too late, lest this blade take you too."
"long ago, almost centuries ago, I was a simple bard in the northern lands. I learned the tales of my people, their music, and some magic, that was all."
Then, they came- a neighboring tribe came to my village, slaughtering them in their sleep, I hid, helpless. To this day, I regret that I did not die then, but what could I do? Their blood, their innocent blood, pooled on the snow, staining it red, while I hid, helpless."
"Soon I could bear it no longer, and I strode out to confront them, but it was too late, they were all dead. Besides, I was unarmed, there was nothing I could do. But what's this?"
There was a blade, a thin and long, well fashioned rapier of red glass sticking out of the snow. It seemed to drain the blood from the snow around it, but I did not dwell on this. I had no doubts over it. It spoke to me, comforted me in my darkest hour."
Immediately, it took control, guiding my arms, cleaving my enemies, it left no survivors, save myself, its wielder. After the battle, it began to whisper into my ears, guiding my actions. It can always take control, and sometimes does."
"Sometimes, I do not even remember what it has done. It twisted my music too, into this tragic melody, fit only to bring sorrow to innocent souls.."
"It has transformed me into this creature of glass that stands before you, and prolonged my life unnaturally. It is the spilt blood of my village, and it begs for vengeance, for more blood to add to itself..."
"I brought you back in time, to this place, five hundred and twenty eight years ago, in the hope that we may be able to set right what had gone wrong, and destroy this twisted blade. But I have failed before, and I shall do so again. It is of no use, the blade lives, and threatens to bring even you to its side."
"if only I knew then what I knew now... if only. But now..."
Merithale's perfect glass skin begins to turn blood red, as does his blade. "NOW, YOU SHALL DIE!". His face contorts into a feral, predatory snarl as he flies toward you, sword raised. With a roar, he slashes furiously, freezing blood, body and flame as he moves towards you. He swings his blade in a perfect arc, aimed to split Siveleth's skull in half.
OOC: Nice story. But a rapier has no cutting edge, so swinging it in an arc, however perfect, would at best give me a headache. Said rapier is a pole with a point, effectively. :OOC
Siveleth reacts with preternatural speed, slipping sideways slightly to avoid the blow and kicking his foot out at Merithale's knee. He turns into a spin, tucking his chain close to his torso as he whirls. He becomes a blur of shimmering silver. With uncharacteristic sarcams, he parries, Correction: you shall die. Again.
From the indistinct shape Siveleth has become, a needlelike sliver of silver extends. The fragment pirces Merithale in the stomach, sending a web of cracks through his body. The blur twirls on last time and vanishes, seeming to fold space. Echoing throughout the area comes the sound of laughter, genuinely happy paining Merithale by recalling once more the memories of life.
((supportive, isn't he?))
As the cracks spread across Merithale's body, he seems to be battling something within himself, lucid looks momentarily returning to his eyes, only to be replaced by the feral glint of red glass.
no. I will be your slave no more, you have twisted me beyond recognition, used my hands to slay innocents, enough is enough, this ends now! No, you cannot leave us. You won't leave us here, will you? Your own people? How could you do this to us? Don't you see who the true monster is here Merithale? It is you, and your own black, self-centered heart.
Voices reach out of the sword, and the forms of people, eerily similar to some that now lie dead around Siveleth, stand around the bard. How could you abandon us, my child? We've cared for you all your life, kept you alive for so long, and you can't even repay us? He wavers, but his face remains hard. No! You are not the people I knew... you are... something else entirely, these people have nothing to do with what was done to you... those responsible for the attack are long dead, and it is time that you left this world too. The time for words is past, it's over.
With that, he raises his sword, bringing it down to shatter it against the ground. Very well than, we no longer have any use for you... there will always be another. Goodbye, merithale, you shall die now, and none will mourn your passing.
Whirlwind's blood flies through the air, siveleth's arm guided by some invisible force. It smashes into Merithale, and cracks creep across his skin, connecting full circle.
Merithale shatters, and his sword with him.
Siveleth finds himself in the hellish arena again, a chill wind carrying away the last shards of glass with a faint, musical tinkling sound. As the last shards of the glass vanish, a whispering comes to siveleth's ears, carried by the wind.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This is my end, siveleth, and I thank you for it. I have waited for this for hundreds of years, yet this sword would not allow me to die. Now, at last, it is gone. Now, at last, I may die in peace, for on this day, the slave is freed from his bonds at last. But the damage has been done, it is too little, too late. If only I knew then what I knew now, but it is too late... goodbye, siveleth, and thank you. "
Nothing remains of the bard that once was. Only one thing stands by siveleth..
A rapier of red glass, standing in a patch of snow under the baatorian sky.
Come to us, Siveleth...
Siveleth mutters to himself happily, not appearing to care for the sword. Not all those who wander are lost. Apt, isn't it? He looks down, sighting the rapier again. His eyes widen in surprise, but soon narrow in suspicion. He speaks again, his voice layered with power.
Feorâjo'klungriénz-achatüslenz!
The earth begins to rumble, just vibrating at first but rising to a roar, then a deafening clamor. The bloodsoaked earth cracks, and a fissure spreads across the arena floor. Spiderweb cracks fan out from the line of split earth, and an acrid tang replaces the scent of brimstone in the hellish air. A void, deeper than a sphere of annihilation, shows through the floor of Sorcen's demiplane. The floor, or what is left of it, crumbles into the void, leaving only a small crcle around Siveleth, and a pile of snow. The wind, now only a slight zephyr, swirls about the sword's pommel, dissipating the snowdrift. With a crash like a smashed window, the rapier (now bereft of an anchor point) falls slowly, inch by inch, into the pit. When it finally vanishes from sight, Siveleth speaks again.
Znelsütahca-znéirgnulk'ojâroef!
The floor, in chunks and segments, floats back up from where it had fallen, levitating in place as the whole ground links itself together once more. There is only one sign of the damage: a small mark in the center of the arena; a dent in the floor filled with blood and ringed with broken glass.
In memory of Merithale.
And it went through! Thanks WizOs!!
Cool character Kronos, a quick question though, where can I find the Elans?, I seem to have forgotten because I tend not to use them personally and I cant remember their looks or anything much about them.
OOC: Elans are in the XPH and the SRD and basically look just like a human, though in actual fact they are psionic abberations capable of absorbing huge amounts of damage by use of their power (They can sacrifice power points to reduce the damage from an attack).
Another thought, should we have another match or so or should we get to doing the tournament? I'm asking the general consensus of the people of this little community here so anyone can answer this one.
Ok well then if there are no objections then we'll go ahead and setup for the tournament and start it when the Krono vs Dralix match ends. I guess first we need to know who will be particpating in it, preferably a multiple of eight as the number of combatants (8,16, umm I'm horrible at math :P ).
So I suppose go ahead and post which character of yours will be entering the tournament, I think we'll just go with eight participants this first time to see how it all works out and so it wont be so big and confusing, unless of course there are objections with a good point to this.
I think only one character per person entering at this time, so as to keep people from fighting themselves.
Something to add to the Arena Map: Merithale's Monument, an indentation in the center of the arena about a foot in diameter with red-stained glossy soil in the center ringed in shards of red and clear glass. If it vanishes, so be it. But I hope it remains there like the other player additions.
I'd like to join the tournament with Siveleth.
Looks like its time to enter Rynce D'Janas. He's up on the character thread. Check him out.
. I'll work on that.Sorry. Just might not want to say things like most powerful here...it's like a challenge.
Having multiple characters isn't really a problem...fighting with all of them is.
And AFTS. 10 miles per caster level... and thats official...
Anyway...on with the thread...
Lafali - Gaelro Nailo
Siveleth - EpicEvokerElf
Rynce D'Janas - Gideon Gideonson
Sevifor - Ank
Vicgretor Stromhand - Revlis Nogard
Siventarr - Lord Bahamut
Thelron - Larz Fang
Syra -Lord Gareth
And as for the most powerful spell, I prefer my nova/supernova/hypernova spell. I've never statted it but its the most powerful spell in my games of pure roleplaying and destroys the caster often times, Sorcen being the only one to use supernova and survive so far and then about 10 casters have used nova and survived and only one person has ever used hypernova and he didnt survive.
EDIT: OK heres the tournament brackets:
Syra vs Lafali-----------\
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Vicgretor vs Siveleth----/
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Siventarr vs Thelron-----\
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Rynce vs Sevifor--------/
And roleplaying-only spells allow for a lot more artistic license, so aren't anywhere near as...well, I'd say pausible but when the spell stats can list a spell damage as 1700 dmg possible from a level 17 wizard without use of any metamagic...then you have absurdity (unda pugneus again).
But I still rate AFTS as the most absurd spell ever conceived even without the focus/cost factored in... 170miles blast radius at the minimum normal wizard level... One Hundred And Seventy Miles... And it trumps every one else by being 100% v3 WOTC official.
You really can tell how ready we are for this tourny to start rolling, if we've started comparing uber-spells-of-death...
Here it surges, there it flows
As for fun, it's always fun
Now which one of us's the One?
I don't know how that applies to anything, but I've been waiting to use it for a long time and this is the most appropriate situation for it so far.
A) Allow the fights in the arenas to continue
B) Allow more than one tournament fight to be going on
C) Mike it a lot less easier for Gideon/others to chronicle the fights.
It'll probably be a little more work, however I do think it would make the tournament go significantly smoother.
Thanks
Revlis: The thought for a seperate thread had occured to me as well as to still have matches going on in the other IC threads. I ruled out the idea to have all the matches going on at once because 4 seems to be the maximum safe number for my mind to keep up with. So B and C would be the perks of seperate threads and A would only work with one fight in each of the IC threads and then two fights in the tournament thread.
How about that then, 1 fight in each IC thread while we do 2 matches in the seperate tounament thread, any objections?
If the tournament thread isnt objected to then I'll do an opening for it and use Septimus' rhyme, if he doesnt mind that is.
Also to ensure that we get the best roleplaying we can from this tournament, remember that this will be judged based upon the roleplaying ability of the contestants. There will of course be the IC winner of the match between the characters and the OOC winner of the match bewteen the players roleplaying abilities.
Just one question...if, like in some cases, the IC winner isn't the same as the OOC winner, which one progresses? Does IC trump OOC? Or the other way around? Or is the IC winner the OOC winner, and only wins after your judgement?
Just need a little clarification. Thanks.
-Gideon
I'm ready whenever.
EDIT: Nevermind....Sorcen apparently prepped it for Syra vs Lafali. So, Sorcen...what should we do now?
I hope the mistress of darkness title wasnt insulting to her, I can change it if need be, although you seem to have handled it well enough.
EDIT: I edited that first post in the tournament thread to include the announcement of the Rynce vs Sevifor match.
OOC:How about that then, 1 fight in each IC thread while we do 2 matches in the seperate tounament thread, any objections?
So would 4 people be fighting in the tourny thread, 2 in the first IC thread and 2 in the second IC thread all at the same time?
Oh, congrats for crossing the 1000+ post count, Sorcen.
As for the tournament, I'm excited to fight Lord_Bahamut's Silventarr. It shall be a battle of the titans on the qualifying matches!
So would 4 people be fighting in the tourny thread, 2 in the first IC thread and 2 in the second IC thread all at the same time?
OOC: I meant to leave the IC threads open for matches while we're doing the tournament and to keep things easy to keep up with. So in short yes you're correct, 2 matches (4 people) in the tourny thread and 1 match (2 people each) in each IC thread.
"Aww damn it! We're lost! Harriers! Cloaks off!"
The rustle of cloth and chain can be heard as a host of archers, led by a short elf stand in the middle of the plane.
"Crap. I have a bad feeling we're not getting paid for this one, men. We better get directions quick."
The elf looks over at what appears to look like a tavern, and heads over as his men follow behind.
If you are wondering what The Ripper is, he is a member of an ancient hunter-race named the Shaswai (means both singular and plural form, plural is NOT "shaswais"), that used to have highly advanced civilizations about 6000 years ago. Nowadays they live hidden in the most far-away forests and jungles in hundreds worlds. They originally came from another very small material plane, where they surpassed two other races (The Elrians and Galrous) about 8600 years ago. They were among the first races to ever have travelled through space and dimensional boundries to another worlds. However, the humans in their homeworld managed to annihilate most of them by researching their weapons technology to a level where the shaswai could never get to, so nowadays they live scattered in different worlds. Their societies are quite primitive tribes and they hunt any creatures that stray to their territory. The human culture finally got back to stone age when former allies turned on each other and a nuclear war began. The shaswai went to exile and lived in secret place that humans never found. The shaswai name their members just like The Ripper - their names always begin with 'The' and end with things like 'Hunter' or 'Stalker' or 'Trapper' and such. Deadly and cunning, the shaswai are able to use their supernatural optic stealth camouflage to become invisible for a short periods of time. Perhaps I can tell you more some other time, but now I can't.
If you haven't posted yet, please do so HERE.
Thanks.
-Gideon
I'm worried about this one...I don't play melee well.
Let's see how it goes. Good luck, Ank! (And good luck me, I guess. :D)
Experiment A failed...let it be known that Gideon Gideonson is not good at melee classes
......there will be a reckoning.
Also, Sorcen...clear your PM's if you havent. You box is full.
Congrats.
Yeh I jus cleared my PM's, thanks Gideon and if you had something to send back then you'll have to resend it I believe.
Must be in some other thread, ive been checking this one regularly. Thanks.
And you better win now, ya' hear? :P
Actually Revlis beat you to it Larz, so its the Vicgretor vs Siveleth match in the tournament thread up next. Then when the Syra vs Lafali match is finished then the Siventarr vs Thelron can begin.
Much appreciated.
Oh...a cookie to the first person to PM me with the little secret I hid in that post.
HINT: It might help in fighting him...
Then its great wings withdraw and collapse, melting away, and now a simple feathered cloak rests across the broad shoulders of an eagle-headed man…until its face, to, starts to vanish. The golden eyes fade and die, and the plumed mask crumbles, feathers falling like rain to the stone floor. The face they reveal is dark brown, almost black, and streaked with lines of paint the color of red earth. Its eyes are bright, resembling those of the eagle it was, only lacking the brilliant golden shine, and its shoulder length black hair is unruly and wild. He (for it is a he) wears nothing more than his feathered cloak, an animal hide belt covered in leather bags and pouches, and a simple loincloth. Around his neck is a necklace of fangs and claws from unknown beasts. His body is painted with odd red and white patterns, in the same paint that marks his face, and he holds a feathered spear at the ready: relaxed, yet always alert.
He extends his hand to Sorcen, and then, bowing his head, places his hand, middle finger bent, on his chest in a tribal salute. His spear-but hits the ground thrice and his head snaps up, and he locks eyes with the lord of Hell.
“Maamkio saidi. Miye ni tambiko mwanga Mzumu Kagunda, na nipo katika…”
Looking from one uncomprehending lord to another, he looks oddly puzzled. Then, shrugging, his hands move rapidly, almost blurring, as he speaks in an ancient form of sign language.
Greetings, lords. Call me Mzumu Kagunda. Allow me to apologize for such primitive means of communication. I know the dance of the hands, but my vocabulary is somewhat lacking. But I forget my place.
I am the shaman of the Zimwi Nunda tribe, and I am here to bring honor to the ancestors, for it has been many seasons since last they had a champion. My tribe is dying: we number fewer every cycle. But the ancestors must not be forgotten, and many are forgetting them as worldly troubles fill their minds. The ancestors are getting restless, and angry, so I am here to bring them sacrifices...my foes, slain or no...and honor...my victories, Fa willing. You have heard my reason. I have nothing else to say. I go now.
As he bows his head quickly in farewell, Mzumu’s cloak whips up about him, rippling as if in some secret wind. Within seconds the great wings of the eagle again beat at the air. Feathers fly as he rises into the air, and they circle in his updraft, enveloping his face once more in the mask of the eagle. Soon the eyes of the mask flicker into life, and golden light streams once more from the once empty holes. Then the eagle spirit takes him, and, with a terrible, pierving cry, Mzumu Kagunda breaks through the clouds and is gone from sight.
Hmmm....think Sorcen would mind if we started on the first IC thread? It's been dead for several days.
And Jaden...didn't Rynce meet her in your arena briefly? Name sounds familiar.
Bob, Demon of the Underworld, Maw of Chaos and Oblideration, Destroyer of a Thousand Worlds
With a howl of the pain of untold thousands, a hole in the multiverse stretches open to view a field of bones. The bones spontaneously animate and whirl around in skeletal tornados. Out of this field of death the Lords of Sorcen's Arena see a shape moving through the masses of bones. A rotting stench fills the air as a small furry shape comes closer. A small white rabbit hops out of the hole, red eyes gleaming. A voice thunders out from it, filling the air. I AM A RABBIT. A DEMONIC RABBIT. HOPPITY HOPPITY HOP.
If anyone has seen Monty Python, this is the badass version of the white rabbit. He has legions of farm animals at his side. He nad his cohorts are bent upon revenge on the humans of the world. No more shall they be used as senseless beasts of pitiful intelligence. They shall take back the world, and then the humans will become garden pests to be smashed beneath the iron paws (or hooves, or feet, or flippers, or... oh nevermind) of the farm animals.
Bob and his trusty mole cohort Gilbert are the leaders of this movement. There are also many demonic frogs, shrews, slugs, snails, and pretty much any other animal pest you can think of in Bob's army. There are also some demonic animals, like mooses (or is it meese?:P ), weasels, donkeys, birds, cats, and dogs. In fact, Bob's elite guard (the Bloodstained Cats) is made up of cats instead of garden pests. One of Bob's most powerful allies is the Avenger Cow, a 1920's style cow mobster with a large following of cows tired of being used onyl for meat or dairy.
Yep. That's Bob. And I hope Sorcen will let me use him in the battles.
So I know that it's lame, but so what? It'll be fun, I promise.
Jaden Blackblade
Human Female
Paladin/Fighter/Rogue(not a lot)/Shadowbane Inquisitor
Jaden Blackblade began life as Jaden Kralis, an altar girl in Hommlet at the temple of Saint Cuthburt. She was, however, obsessed with martial prowess from an early age. Against her father's wishes, she carved herself wooden weapons and began training at the age of six. She joined an adventuring company at a hotheaded 15, determined to prove her worth as a fighter to both her father and the other men who scoffed at her.
Jaden and her company had a series of lucrative campaigns against minor goblin hordes and bandit uprisings before they were drawn in by the Mists of Ravenloft. Despite, or because of, the foul nature of that place, Jaden found her True Faith in the arms of Tassadanis, Lord of Justice. Her faith kept her strong in the Demiplane of Dread, and she soon ascended to Paladin. Unfortunately for her, she drew the attention of the Darklord of the realm she was staying in. He placed a terrible curse upon her; should she lose her faith, she would become as the undead she hunted.
Three thousand years passed in Ravenloft, until Jaden finally escaped over a Darklord's corpse. She found herself, not at home, but on a world called Krynn. Unable to speak their language, she fled from civilization until she was befriended by an elven druid. Surprised at her nonhostility (the paladins on Krynn are generally convinced that druids are evil), the elf taught her the languages of the world. Using her newfound communication skills, she accidentally incited a holy war when explaining her religion to a local priest.
Though she intended to fight out the war she had began, Jaden was expelled from Krynn by their gods. Once again, she found herself on a strange world, on a flying ship. Surprised at the her appearence in their midst, the crew of the airship trained crossbows on her. Her concious mind still reeling from the unexpected gating, Jaden's survival instincts kicked in. The ensuing battle crashed the airship into a city.
Eventually, she came to know this new world as Eberron. Immediately, she began to quest for a way back to Greyhawk, and home. Hearing of an artifact hidden deep within a desert, Jaden immediately sought it. Its power, however, took her not to Greyhawk, but to the Abyss.
Jaden's stay in the Abyss was short-lived. Already infuriated at her failure to return home, the sight of demons was enough to push her over the brink of rage. She single-handedly took out four layers of the Abyss in her rampage, slaughtering demons with a fury beyond normal thought. During her rampage, she encountered Lord Gareth. Sensing his undead nature, she engaged in battle with him. During the course of their fight, she broke his connection with Ner'Zhul. Gareth fled to another world, reeling from his newfound freedom, with Jaden on his heels. He fought her to a standstill, and she made a deal with him; if he could prove his redemption, which he claimed to have during his battle, within the course of one year, she would swear fealty to him.
True as his word, Lord Gareth sought and gained the acceptance of Tyr. Jaden swore fealty and continues to serve him as Operations Director of his Arena. Now, however, he has sent her from the Arena. Gareth senses a discontent in Jaden, and has sent her here to do battle.
Possesions: Jaden wears a black suit of +4 Plate Mail of Etherealness, which she often uses to go incorporeal. Her cloak is a dark blue Cape of Minor Displacement. She wears a Belt of Giant Strength to augument her already ridiculous physical prowess. Her boots are Boots of Striding and Springing, and she wears both a Ring of Protection +5 and a Ring of Water Walking.
Jaden's most prized possesions, however, are her four swords. Her blades are legend, not through any merit of themselves, but because she has used no others in all her life. Her deeds with them are countless, and their names go next to hers in the histories of the worlds she visited.
Despair is Jaden's primary weapon, and the source of her surname. It is a +4 Holy Disruption Ghost Touch Flaming Greatsword. Despair, while not yet truly sentient, is showing signs of empathic communication. The entire sword is black, but the blade itself has been covered in raging red runes, each one depicting its name in a different language.
Pain and Suffering are her primary ranged attack forms. They are identical twins, +2 Shortswords of Throwing, Returning, and Distance. They, too, have been etched with their names.
Her last blade is Edgebreaker, and has been seen only rarely. She took it from a godess as a spoil of battle, and only brings it out when challenging a foe to single combat according to divine rules and rites. It is a +5 Vorpal Wounding Holy Longsword of Life Stealing. It appears as a plain steel longsword with a wooden hilt.
The Tyler vs Mzumu match is fine for the 1st IC thread whenever you guys are ready for it. It probably would have been fine to go ahead and start it yourselves since both of you are major players and know the rules well enough to act on your own, thanks for waiting anyway though, shows respect.
Also we are beginning to judge the Syra vs Lafali match, its at a good stopping point methinks.
I want to make a game based on this Arena. Competitors would face off against elite YMtC cardmakers representing the various characters here. If they win, they get a prize and their character advances. Lose, and they can try again in the next round with a new gladiator.
I tell you this here so I may ask permission to use your characters. They're your ideas and your intellectual property, and I wouldn't take them without permission. I eagerly await a response.
But two abilities of my signature characters--
Gideon:
Search your library for an artifact card or put an artifact card from your hand into play.Caben Duur: (Black Red, obviously)
Destroy effects do not destroy Caben Duur.
Whenever Caben Duur deals combat damage, put X +1/+1 counters on it, where X is the damage dealt by Caben Duur.
Prevent 1 damage that would be dealt to Caben Duur this turn.
Sacrifice a creature: Regenerate Caben DuurOr something like that.
Poor whoever faces Caben...he definitly has all those cards where you either gain life instead of taking damage, or you just don't die...ever.
Also, just so everyone knows, Mzumu isn't spouting gibberish. It's Swahili...grammatically bad Swahili, but still swahili.
To Gareth
Where exactly is this game? could you provide a link?
Though the Swahili does make posts take a lot of time...
1. Your sig needs to be updated again. Two new chars and a couple of deaths.
2. Jaden Blackblade has just erupted through the floorboards in the Bar. You have a character in there.
Gareth: Sure go ahead and use my characters. Post a link when you get it up and running if its not too much trouble, I'm sure we'd all like to see how it turns out for you.
Gideon: I thought it was swahili, I studied a little of it along with many other languages, only a few of which I got any good use out of and I'm in need of studying thema ll again to refresh my memory.
Khael: Nice description of the terrain in the Tournament thread, I've always liked that idea of a terrain where you have to hop on pillars and fight with some dangerous liquid or spikes below you.
All: By the way, in case you hadnt noticed, Khael is in charge of the terrains in the tournament thread. And about the floorboards and anything else I missed in the bar, the arena and the bar because of it being inside of the colloseum repairs itself very quickly when it is damaged.
*ahem*
BIC: Sorcen feels a strange presence near him, but cannot see it. Then, the archfiend notices a strange blur on a platform near him that distorts the background. From the direction of the blur come some strange clicking sounds. Then, the unseen creature speaks in Infernal tongue, but with some strange clicking sounds:
"[Crrlick click] Greetings, powerful archdevil. I am known as The Ripper. [Click] I detected that your level of power was the greatest one here [Click click], so naturally I believed that you are [Click] the ruler of this plane. [Clickclickclick] Am I correct?"
Also, check the bar.
In case she smites me for daring enter Her sacred presence, take a
as a gift for this great Arena. It is the greatest honor I ever bestow."[Click] Yes, we Shaswai are proud hunters, but it wouldn't be right if I'd [Clickclickclick] keep my stealth camouflage on while addressing [Click click] the lord of this place."
The Ripper bows to Sorcen for a moment, then continues speaking.
"[Click click] However, it makes me sad when I think about my relatives [Click] in the far too deadly and hostile worlds [Clickclickclick] without our formerly advanced technology. [Crrlick click] Even though my people are strong and cunning, the sheer number of threats can be enough to eliminate my relatives if there are too few of them. [Click] Five hundred years ago me and my two brothers [Clickclickclick] used to be searching for ancient lost civilizations [Click click] to find a way to restore our race to it's former glory, [Crrlick click click] but we failed and got... trapped by the [Click] artifacts of supreme power. [Crrlick click] Our bloodlines are [Click click] growing thin, for too long have we been [Click] isolated from others of our kind. [Clickclickclick] That is why I [Click] ask you this: Would there be by any chance [Click click] someone who has some kind of advanced technology [Crrlick] in his or her possession here in this plane? [Click] Like an artificer?"
BIC: Sorcen looks the mantis over, studying him while he speaks, "Forgive my prying eyes but it is a rare sight indeed to find one of your kind uncloaked. As for an artificier, there is Gideon that you may talk to but I'm unsure of his whereabouts at the moment.
Then there is Tyler, a human from the future I beleive, he has many wonderous devices with him. And I believe there are one or two more who dabble with artifice around here. I could help personally to bring your race to their former glory and would only ask your loyalty and alliance with me."
OOC: Edit: IF I'm correct in saying that the Tyler vs Mzumu match is finished then the Harmond (?) vs Bob the bunny match can begin or if there was another one that I am forgetting, just announce which match will begin here and you may begin in the 1st IC thread.
What should I do?
BIC: The Ripper's manner grows grim, for he turns away from Sorcen and sighs heavily.
"[Clickclickclick]I wish I could promise such to you, but my people [Crrlick click] wouldn't support me in such decision. [Click] You see, I was gone for five hundred years, and already [Crrlick crrlick] it has been too long that I have been gone. [Click click] My people live only about three to four hundred years, and no-one from my tribe [Crrlick] would recognize me any more. Then, of course there is the failure that me [Clickclickclick] and my brothers share, for we couldn't live up to our oath. [Click] A generation has lived and died during our absence, [Click click] and those who were elders during our time [Crrlickclickclick] have passed long ago."
Then, suddenly, the insectoid turns back towards Sorcen with his previously red eyes glowing purple.
"[Click click] We wouldn't be greeted as heroes of our race, instead [Crrlick] if anyone even would remember us, they would only remember [Clivk] how we failed them. [Clickclickclick] I fear that our only hope is to actually return with the holy technology and restore our... [Click click] honor."
Then, The Ripper turns towards the arena and points it with his claw, but then the claws shift, turn and change into chitinous hands.
"[Click click]Perhaps I can fight in this arena [Crrlick] to earn the holy technology for my people, yes? [Click click] Perhaps I can challenge someone [Clickclickclick] in exchange for the aid that I need?... [Crrlick] Wait! What [Click] was that?"
The mantis-like humanoid looks over to Cycine's Tavern as if he had heard something.
"[Click click] I have to investigate this. [Crrlick click] We shall talk more later, my lord. Farewell for now."
The Ripper activates his stealth-ability with a mere thought and then leaps off as a big, background-distorting blur so quickly that even Sorcen has hard time keeping track of his movement. Then suddenly the next second he has vanished without a trace.
Wow...
But in a way, thanks. I'm not going to be cold at all this winter. I just have to think about you and Jyväskylä, Finland every time I feel cold...
Again, wow...
BIC: Sorcen bows his head to The Ripper as he wanders off, "Aye we shall talk later then, farewell and good luck on your quest."
OOC: EDIT: Gareth- I just saw that you missed the hellquest and dragonquest threads and I had an idea of how to add those to the list. Although sadly I believe the hellquest thread is dead due to the absence of the players, but we may get it going again in the future.
Anyway heres my idea to add those threads as subthreads because they branched off of the taverne cycine thread:
Taverne Cycine: (description).
-------------Kaizer's Dragon Quest Thread: (description).
-------------The Overthrow of Evil: (description).
Tyler is now in the process of re-making his signature weapon, the Axe of Despair. It is an electric guitar (in the classic Axe style) covered in a complex arcane pattern that links up to his outfit. It provides him with a few benefits:
1. The Axe makes a decent weapon, and cannot be broken without first disenchanting it.
2. By playing the Axe, he removes all verbal, somatic, and material components from his spells.
3. Tyler can channel magic through the Axe while he plays and sings. The effect is determined by the song being sung (Down with the Sickness would have a different effect than American Idiot, for example).
When I was deciding which threads to put up, I put up only long-lasting (I.E. until these boards are consumed with hellfire and damnation) threads that anyone can join. The Dragon Quest (and the Hellquest) have a specific goal, and therefore an end. Sorry man.
OOC: Oh ok, good point then.
That axe guitar reminds me of my mama's little action figure of Gene Simmons of KISS, he has a cool looking little bloody axe guitar.
@ Sorcen: Bring back random terrain! (in Ahnold voice) DO EEET NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!
Holy ****!...-30 Celsius?
Wow...
But in a way, thanks. I'm not going to be cold at all this winter. I just have to think about you and Jyväskylä, Finland every time I feel cold...
Again, wow...
OOC: Well, it's not actually this cold normally, but this hasn't been a normal year anyway. For example we didn't have any snow during last Christmas, but then a few weeks ago snow began to come in HUGE amounts. Normally we'd have somewhere between -5*C and -20*C. I don't know how much that is in Fahrenheit since I'm not that good in physics, but this is just unnatural. Well, I guess it's true what they say about Finland: When it's summer, it's hot as heck, and when it's winter, it's d-da-damn... c-c-co-cold...
Btw, I see that Gideon is confusing demons and devils again. Baator is home of devils, and Dretches are demons, their home is in Abyss.
[°F] = [°C] · 9/5 + 32
[°C] = ([°F] − 32) · 5/9
And I believe that the odd weather patterns and such are due to the jet stream shifting and the magnetic poles about to shift. The end of the world is one of my hobbies so I've researched it extensively.
Anyway about the random terrain, I put Khael in charge of the terrain for the tournament. I suppose that still leaves teh normal battles terrain open so I suppose I can do that, which match did you want it for and did you have a specific one in mind.
Tyler vs Mzumu
Tyler vs Mzumu
Tyler walks onto the arena floor, looking both grim and irritated in a way only a teenager could pull off. His twin pistols glint in the Hell's sun, the words Glock 17 spraypainted onto their sides. He holsters one, and retrieves a small, black, thin rectangle from his pocket. Inserting bud-like objects into his ears, he thumbs it and begins to tap his foot.
"Nothing like a bit of Disturbed for a fight," he drawls sarcastically, "Now let's get on with this."
Hefting his pistols once more, the Daemon Magus awaits his foe.
Again the piercing scream of the eagle fills the still air, and Mzumu Kagunda soars through the clouds. As he descends, his mask dissolves, and a rain of swirling feathers falls around him.
“Hasidilaki!”
Strong and confident, his voice cuts through the chatter of the audience; all eyes watch him as his wings begin to melt away, and, touching the ground gently with his toes, he alights gracefully on the battlefield and strides across to face Tyler. Again he performs his unusual salute: first hand outstretched at Tyler, then, head bowed, his hand on his heart. Once more Mzumu’s spear strikes the ground three times, and then he looks up, his bright eyes fixed intently on his foe.
“Ka siye ushindani!”
At those words, the eagle mask reforms, rising up from the fallen feathers. The whirlwind of plumage engulfs Mzumu’s face, and the great beak opens wide as the mask’s eyes burst into golden light. As the plumage stretches down, covering his back and shoulders with brown feathers, Mzumu spreads his wings once more, and rises to hover before his foe.
"Too easy. Bet the poor sap's never seen a glock in his life."
Tyler raises his pistols and squeezes off a pair of shots from each, turning to sprint sideways. He skids in a circle and fires again, whipping his left hand glock back into its holster. With a nimbleness that belies his "nerd living with mother" frame, his fingers fly in arcane gestures.
Indeed, Mzumu claps his hands to his ears at the sound of the gunshots and eyes show his awe, but he twists gracefully, and the bullets fly wide, barely clipping the tip of his wing. His hands fly in the ancient gesture language, and the few that know it understand.
You have great magic, young one. But you lack the speed of the eagle...and the talons.
Mzumu dives downward, his hands becoming feathered as he speeds toward Tyler. Soon great claws form around his fingers, and he reaches fowards, talons outstreched, to tear his foe to pieces.
"Damnation, he's fast."
Tyler freezes his left hand in a final gesture and thrusts it forward confidently. Charging him was never a good idea, and this eagle thing, whatever it was, would find out the hard way.
"Ignis Demonia!"
A roiling cone of demonic flame rips forth from the teenager's hand, devouring the air as it seeks to consume his foe. Snapping his fingers confidently, Tyler barks out another word.
"Arcanabula!"
Magic missles scream from his hand, seeking his foe as Tyler retreats farther.
Mzumu's plumage bursts into flame, and the missles rip his wings apart. Oddly, he shows signs of pain only at the heat of the flames, and it seems more annoyance than agony. But momentum carries his forward, and the shaman lands on his foe in a whirlwind of claws as his wings melt away into his feathered cloak, now slightly blackened.
Ripping his belt knife free of the sheath, Tyler blocks a claw with the blade. He attempts to bring his glock to bear, but takes a slash across the face and cries out, staggering back. He raises his slashed face and the fury on his face is evident. He removes the buds from his ears and gestures arcanely again, pointing them at his foe.
"...ITH THE SICKNESS!"
The words are a sonic blast, strong as a gale-force wind and twice as painful. Tyler feels the cuts on his face and his expression softens. They probably wouldn't leave a scar, but he'd need to get them checked for infection when he got home. Putting his glock in the holster, he crouches and holds his knife, waiting.
The eagle-man screams in pain, and the cry dies abruptly as Mzumu's mask flies apart to the hurricane of sonic waves, and he is tossed backward like a leaf before a tornado. Feathers whip about and brush against him, their speed causing the to cut great welts in his skin, and this time the scream is that of an ordinary man in intense pain.
But then the winds begin to swirl around the shaman, solidifying into sky blue glass, which flows like water around his wrists and face. As it flows, it spirals around him, until he wears a twisted, windswept mask and gloves of blown glass that flex and bend around his fingers as if made of form-fitting leather. The mask's eyes soon glow with blue light, which trails from the eye slits and blows about Mzumu.
The winds surrounding him die, and the whirlwind of feathers falls harmlessly to the ground. But Mzumu still floats above the ground, borne aloft on updrafts that pour from his body.
I had forgotten what it feels like to be the air...
Mzumu raises his hands, and winds whip up around Tyler, carrying the struggling Daemon Magus high into the air. And then, as Mzumu crosses his hands abruptly in front of him, the winds fade away to nothingness. And gravity takes over.
Tyler looks more annoyed than anything as he begins to fall. He snaps his fingers, and the fall slows considerably. He gestures as he falls, then points at the shaman. Tendrils of magic wrap around Mzumu, dragging against his movements. Once again snapping his fingers and crying, "Arcanabula!", magical missles fly towards the shaman.
"Alright bird-man, I don't know what magic you're using, but it ain't any I've seen. Who the hell are you?"
Although held fast by Tyler's spell, Mzumu merely twitches his head and the missles vere sideways, thrown of course by some deflecting force in the air. Then, tearing his bonds to shreds with gale force winds, he speaks through his hands.
Some call me shaman, some call me heretic, some call me binder...they are all wrong. Those who call me totemist are closest to the truth. The world spirits have great power, and lend it freely to those who they think worthy. And I am such a one.
Spirits of the land, the beasts, the air...the gods themselves...I draw their power to do their work on Ardhi. I ask, and they bestow their power.
Nenaunir would like a word, child.
Mzumu's mask and gloves glow with the complete spectrum of colors, and the sky overhead darkens. Thunder rumbles, booming across all of Baator, and a great crackling bolt of lightning splits the sky apart as the brilliant lance of fire comes crashing down on Tyler.
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It was just a Slow spell man...
"Sh*t."
Tyler rips his hand through the air, throwing up a defensive shield. The lightning bolt strikes it and slams the magus downward into the ground. He lands on his feet, but the impact jars him, and he drops his knife. Uncaring, he lifts his pocket watch with one hand, gesturing with the other. It takes him a second to realize it, but Mzumu sees that these are not a spell. Tyler is copying Mzumu's speech. His accent is stiff and haphazard, but the words come out correctly.
I..word....
"Damn. I need a book to learn that. Alright, I'll chat you up later. For now, Tempus Fugit!"
He presses a clockwork button on his watch, and time blinks. As if from thin air, Tyler is in front of Mzumu, holding black energies in his hands. Not flying, but falling, the Daemon Magus crashes into his victim, sending the energies from his hands into the shaman. Falling feet first, Tyler looks up to see if his curses take root.
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A pair of curses, thanks to Bestow Curse. One of them is designed to reduce Mzumu's strength. The other one is the -4 attacks/saves/checks variety.
Caught by suprise and unable to dodge in time, Mzumu gasps as his strength is drained away, but he seems otherwise unaffected.
"Shango kwa miye!"
Magical energy surges around the weakened shaman, and raw arcane force flashes from his fingertips. Halfway to Tyler, it forms into perfect lines of energy, which weave about of their own accord, catching the magus in a burning web of magical power.
You have strong magic, but my gods strength makes your spells look pathetic.
"Two times in one fight. You're strong, shaman. Tempus Fugit!"
Time doesn't blink this time, and Tyler grimaces as a shining blue clock face forms in front of him. The minute hand slides forward three places, and then Tyler vanishes.
*Three Minutes Later*
Tyler reappears on the ground, glocks out. He searches for his foe in a panic, guns up and ready.
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Tyler's Tempus Fugit Watch has some issues
Mzumu is behind him, blue glass mask replaced with a horrific visage. Formed of reeds and straw, woven together into a sneering face with a gaping, toothy maw and narrow eyes. Red-orange light pours from the eye sockets, and the mask seems malicious and eager.
On his wrists rest leather bracers, spines jutting out of them like small porcupines, and his cloak has flattened out and hardened onto a scaled shell-like substance. As Tyler appears, guns at the ready, the shaman takes a step back in suprise.
"Gani?"
Tyler whips around, high on nerves and adrenaline, and sprays the air with bullets, squeezing his triggers and backing away until loud clicks proclaim his guns empty.
"Hellfire and damnation! This ain't good."
Holstering the guns, he reaches down for his belt knife sheath, and realizes it isn't there.
"Real good Tyler. If the Templar could see you now. Well, option C."
And the Daemon Magus begins chanting once again.
Spinning his cloak before him, Mzumu reflects the bullets like water, and the metal slugs flatten against hardened scales before falling gently to the ground.
Stepping through the hail of bullets, the shaman's mask bursts into life, and the woven reeds ignite in hellish flame. Smoke pours from the mask's eyes and mouth, and its eyes gleam wickedly in the dim light of Baator.
Come, little mage...sacrifices are sometimes required. Death by fire cleanses the spirit, and heats the soul. The brighter the spirit, the stronger the gift. And your spirit is very strong.
The gods will be very pleased with this. Give them my greetings.
The heat pouring off Mzumu is unbearable, and the smoke surrounds him, obscuring all his features except for two glowing red eyes...burning coals of hellish fire. The hideous mouth opens wide, and the fires inside burst forth. An inferno of smoke, ash, and flame leaps from the demonic mask and roars out across the empty space, cracking the stone itself with dry heat. Tongues of flame engulf Tyler completely, and all is obscured by black, greasy smoke.
The flames engulf Tyler, too surprised and slow to move. Victory appears to have been gained.
And then a black-shrouded fist slams into the shaman from the smoke. Following up with a crescent kick at head height, Tyler emerges untouched by the heat, the arcane designs on his outfit surging with blood-red light.
"I've been in worse than your fires, Shaman. Hell has a way of doing that to you."
Unlike before, the black energy doesn't dissapate, instead arcing from his hands to his boots.
"Hand-to-hand then. Lucky for me, I know kung fu."
He closes in, jabbing with fists shaped like knives in short, precise strikes.
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Again, the curse is one to sap strength. Tyler's applied one of his feats to make the spell keep going until five minutes pass. His fighting style is basic karate (Combat Martial Arts feat)
Mzumu stares in suprise at the unharmed boy, but quickly recovers his composure. His mask burns suddenly to ash, and the ground about him buckles and cracks as great chunks of stone rise about him. The stone melts and flows about him, forming heavy gauntlets of granite and a stony, staring mask.
"Kung-fu? What sort of magic is that, child?
Whatever it is, however hard it hits, the living earth is stronger."
The shaman catches Tyler's blades on his spiny bracers, twisting his arms sideways in an attempt to disarm the youth. Then he strikes out with a stony fist, and, although weakened considerable, the force of the blow knocks Tyler heavily to the ground. When the second blow comes, the sound of bone grinding on bone is audible to the entire arena.
Tyler screams in pain as his left arm shatters, flipping onto his feet and staggering back. The limb hangs loosely, shattered at the elbow.
"You bastard! You flipping bastard! MY ARM! FRIGIS!"
A cone of pure cold rips from the mage's good hand, engulfing the shaman. Snarling in rage, Tyler spits out another arcane phrase and a stroke of lightning follows. Cradling his arm, he retreats a good twenty feet backward, moving as swiftly as he can.
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A Cone of Cold followed by a Lightning Bolt. Also, no blades were ever mentioned; his hands and feet are simply enshrouded in Bestow Curse.
Frost surrounds Mzumu, and his earthen armor freezes and locks up. His fingers and lips turn blue-white as frostbite grabs them, but the lightning strikes his armor dead on, and runs down the stone to the arena floor, harmless.
He tries to speak, but his frozen lips will simply not respond. Those who understand his gestures are confused, for his frostbitten fingers will not bend completely to his will.
For one dragon young, running ocean under have many dark mountains. Fire oasis I will require moon gardens.
With that, Mzumu sinks slowly into the ground, until he disappears completely.
"Nuh uh, you aren't getting away that easy. You've crossed the threshhold and p*ssed me off!"
Tyler rakes his nails across his arm, drawing blood. Moving fast, he slathers it over the metal plates in his outfit, the designs filling with his hemoglobin. As the last drops fill in, the design flashes.
Streaks of flame shoot forth from the Daemon Magus, branching and forming into a pattern. Within the space of three seconds, a design has formed, recognizable from the audience's view as the largest, most multifaceted polygon ever created, with a design in the middle created from filling in the diagonals.
Tyler speaks, a black tongue that is all too familiar; the language of the Baatezu, Infernal.
"Kovolitrax, Hav, Sonctu, Gravaga, INVOCARI!"
The flames flash and deepen to bloody red. And, all at once, a gigantic crack is heard, deafening to the audience and judges alike. Hundreds of miles around Tyler shatter, falling into layers below as he obliterates the ground around him. Only the small part he is standing on remains.
"IGNIS INVOCARI!"
And where there was once earth, there is now flame.
A horrible scream, one of mortal agony, fills the air, and continues for what seems like hours. Then, suddenly, abruptly, it dies off, and streams of greasy black smoke and the smell of burning flesh fill the arena. Then there is silence.
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You move, Gareth. I'm gonna be away from my computer for a bit, but I look forward to seeing how this continues. I have a feeling its far from over.
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Incidentally, he can cast that spell once a year, and only by releasing a demon from his own Hell. What he doesn't know is all he did was release one from this Hell, likely into Greyhawk. It isn't UBAH DAMAGE O' DOOM. It does 10d6 in game. But the radius is 1000 miles. Plus, the whole "Shatter the earth" bit. The name of the spell (designed by Tyler himself): Apocalypse Now
Working slowly, because he only has one arm to use, Tyler tears off a strip of duct tape and uses it as a makeshift bandage. He empties the clip of his glock, tossing it into the new abyss that streatches out before him, and reloads the gun. He looks around carefully, seeking his opponent.
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Nice name. If Caben Duur ever comes back, remind me to have him fight Tyler. I'll counter with Heart of Darkness
He does not have long to wait. Soon the smoke aplifies, filling the entire arena with dense, black smog. And Mzumu rises from the abyss, his face a twisted mockery of humanity, composed of burning reeds. The wind picks him up, and his cloak flies wildly behind him, reflecting the brilliant flames beneath him.
Child, your power is immense. Had not Katonda been merciful, I doubt I would have survived. I have never been witness to anything so impressive before today. But you lack sense. Can you fight fire with fire?
The answer, little one, is no. Do not try. It makes the gods angry...and when they are angry...there is no hope for survival.
Mzumu's mask once again turns to ash, which falls slowly, ingiting as it nears the roaring flames below. Drops of water begin to fall over him, and a round mask, painted with blues and yellows, its mouth a mournful line, congeals over his face. But when it's eyes light up, they glow with a joyful silver light.
Wele will conquer your burning spirit, little one. Watch. I do not wield fire against fire. It never succeeds. Learn to quench your anger, and you will triumph.
The mask begins to cry, tears streaming from its staring eyes. And as it does so, rain begins falling. Gently at first, but building and building, until great torrents of water tear into the flames. Clouds of steam fill the arena, obscuring all vision, and, when they die away, nothing is left of the inferno. Tyler stands high above the ground on his pillar of rock, and Mzumu floats languidly in the air before him, before another gesture from the shaman's rock encased hands sends Tyler's column falling to the ground as a fine powder.
The instant he begins to fall, Tyler shoots his glock in a sledgehammer spread, pounding Devastator slugs into the air at Mzumu's chest. Unable to form the gestures of a spell to fly, Tyler falls back on his only other hope; Duct Tape. Using a combination of his mouth and the last two fingers of his good hand, he gets a strip going and hurls the roll, wrapping it like a grappling hook around a nearby structure of the Arena. Holding on to the strip for dear life, his fall halts as the enchanted tape goes taught.
"HA!"
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Tyler named it himself, and on purpose
The spread is good, and Mzumu falls to the ground, his chest a bloody mess. Ribs stick out of what little flesh remains, and the shaman's weak breathing fades rapidly.
"Asa, msaada...miye bi yangu...defa...mwa hitaji."
Seconds pass, and Mzumu's blood congeals on the arena floor, a viscous, reddish brown stain, spreading outward as the shaman dies. And then a golden light suffuses his body, and he is lifted, barely breathing, into the air. The light plays about his body, dancing across his wounds, and where it touches the flesh reweaves itself, bones realign, and the skin is whole once more.
"Guruhi, miye amaraombokeza!"
A new mask appears, formed of Mzumu's own blood, rising up off the ground. It shines darkly, a lurid black, and its eyes burn with a deep crimson flame. Obsidian teeth jut jaggedly from a demonic smile, and the mask leers mockingly at Tyler. Shadows play across the mask, and the mouth seems to move forward until it hovers over the young magus, caressing him lovingly, licking him with a tongue of utter darkness, savoring his energy.
And the magus feels his life drain away as the spirits of death slowly consume him.
Last edited by Gideon_Gideonson : 02-04-07 at 05:04 PM. Reason: Wow...who knew devastator slugs did THAT??
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Gideon, as you may be unaware, allow me to state that Devastator slugs are explosive rounds. Bones turn to jelly when these hit you.
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Allow me to change that, then.
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Yeah, Devastators are real life, impact rounds that explode once they hit a hard target. They're designed to hit you, stop, and go 'Boom' with much pain and shrapnel. The average U.S. citizen can buy them on the cheap.
Mzumu feels Tyler's life force begin draining away as the Daemon Magus falls through the air. But something isn't right. Shortly after the attack begins, the mage's soul shifts radically. Where Mzumu once sensed dark anger and regret, a core of white-hot faith resides. The burning radiance of it slows, then halts the soul-stealing mask as it becomes painful to even be near the mage.
Tyler himself is changed. His hair has gone a golden blonde, and his pupils have turned from catlike slits to small crosses. The crucifix wrapped around his left hand glows with a radience not unlike the Sun itself. He speaks, not in Tyler's voice, but in the voice of something much older.
"Old Shaman, I come again to serve the blood of my master's blood. Yield, or die."
A shimmering, golden gate opens beneath Tyler, and from it comes a massive white wyrm, larger than can be believed. As he lands on it, Tyler turns back to normal, dazed and confused. He sees the wyrm beneath him, and begins to panic, but stops.
Blood of my master, what would you have me do?
"I've heard of you...No, you can't be...but, if you are...well..I'll ignore the implications for now. Let's see if my guess is right."
Pointing with his one good arm, Tyler' shouts a single phrase.
"Kovaliastraz, ATTACK!"
And the wyrm and its rider swoop to the assault.
Mzumu is caught a hideous blow, and knocked backwards, tumbling through the air. Blood pours from his body, trailing behind him in red streaks. The shaman hits the ground with a terrible crash, raising a swirling dust cloud. And when the cloud finally dies down, Mzumu Kagunda rises slowly, bleeding from numerous wounds, and spreads his cloak wide.
The wings of the eagle form from the feathered cloth, but grow and darken to a midnight blue. Mzumu seems to grow larger, and larger still, until, as his eagle mask forms once more, he towers far above Tyler. And still his form changes, twisting, bulging, buckling...and, as the shaman spreads his mightly wings, thunder and lightning tear the sky apart, and the Thunderbird seizes Mzumu: mind, body and spirit.
The great beak opens, and thunder peals across the sky. Lightning pours from the bird's eyes, and its claws open wide as it flies at the dragon like a hawk...moving in for the kill.
Kovaliastraz roars defiance and meets the massive bird, raking with his claws as he unleashes a gout of frost and cold. Tyler expends the last of his magic missles in order to aid the wyrm, but they are insignifigant compared to the beast he is aiming at. Try as they might, the Magus and the Wyrm can do no better than fight the bird to a standstill.
"Shaman!"
Tyler calls over the noise of the battle, clinging to the dragon with his good arm.
"Shaman, I would negotiate! This has gone far enough!"
One gowing eye turns to stare at Tyler, and the entire creature collaspes in on itself. Mzumu appears in a cloud of dark feathers, floating gently on the air itself.
Speak, child.
"Aside from the mind-reeling implications for me involving this dragon's mere appearence, my arm is shattered, I'm cut and still bleeding, and I could swear that I just sent half the plane to Dys. Wait, one sec."
He looks below.
"Yep, Dys. We've fought each other to a standstill, and any continuation will result in the death of both of us. I propose a draw."
Mzumu looks skyward for several seconds, staring at something just out of sight...not in terms of distance, but in terms of spirituality. Finally he descends to Tyler.
The spirits are satisfied with this outcome, child. They are impressed with your skill and determination. They consent to wait for your spirit, for in time, you will be one of the greatest ever to reach them.
"Moyo wangu Sultani, cha mtu sikitamani."
I am satisfied.
"God be with you, Shaman. Now, to lick my wounds. After all, I gotta get that blood back somehow."
He smiles sarcastically and Kovaliastraz takes him to the tavern. The wyrm brings his head down to Tyler's level.
Blood of my master, so long ago fallen, I will await you here. In time, you will come to understand the full implications of what you have done here. Simply call, and I will come.
As the dragon flies away, Tyler steps into the bar, his bloody arcane clothing still glowing with power.
Tyler walks onto the arena floor, looking both grim and irritated in a way only a teenager could pull off. His twin pistols glint in the Hell's sun, the words Glock 17 spraypainted onto their sides. He holsters one, and retrieves a small, black, thin rectangle from his pocket. Inserting bud-like objects into his ears, he thumbs it and begins to tap his foot.
"Nothing like a bit of Disturbed for a fight," he drawls sarcastically, "Now let's get on with this."
Hefting his pistols once more, the Daemon Magus awaits his foe.
Again the piercing scream of the eagle fills the still air, and Mzumu Kagunda soars through the clouds. As he descends, his mask dissolves, and a rain of swirling feathers falls around him.
“Hasidilaki!”
Strong and confident, his voice cuts through the chatter of the audience; all eyes watch him as his wings begin to melt away, and, touching the ground gently with his toes, he alights gracefully on the battlefield and strides across to face Tyler. Again he performs his unusual salute: first hand outstretched at Tyler, then, head bowed, his hand on his heart. Once more Mzumu’s spear strikes the ground three times, and then he looks up, his bright eyes fixed intently on his foe.
“Ka siye ushindani!”
At those words, the eagle mask reforms, rising up from the fallen feathers. The whirlwind of plumage engulfs Mzumu’s face, and the great beak opens wide as the mask’s eyes burst into golden light. As the plumage stretches down, covering his back and shoulders with brown feathers, Mzumu spreads his wings once more, and rises to hover before his foe.
"Too easy. Bet the poor sap's never seen a glock in his life."
Tyler raises his pistols and squeezes off a pair of shots from each, turning to sprint sideways. He skids in a circle and fires again, whipping his left hand glock back into its holster. With a nimbleness that belies his "nerd living with mother" frame, his fingers fly in arcane gestures.
Indeed, Mzumu claps his hands to his ears at the sound of the gunshots and eyes show his awe, but he twists gracefully, and the bullets fly wide, barely clipping the tip of his wing. His hands fly in the ancient gesture language, and the few that know it understand.
You have great magic, young one. But you lack the speed of the eagle...and the talons.
Mzumu dives downward, his hands becoming feathered as he speeds toward Tyler. Soon great claws form around his fingers, and he reaches fowards, talons outstreched, to tear his foe to pieces.
"Damnation, he's fast."
Tyler freezes his left hand in a final gesture and thrusts it forward confidently. Charging him was never a good idea, and this eagle thing, whatever it was, would find out the hard way.
"Ignis Demonia!"
A roiling cone of demonic flame rips forth from the teenager's hand, devouring the air as it seeks to consume his foe. Snapping his fingers confidently, Tyler barks out another word.
"Arcanabula!"
Magic missles scream from his hand, seeking his foe as Tyler retreats farther.
Mzumu's plumage bursts into flame, and the missles rip his wings apart. Oddly, he shows signs of pain only at the heat of the flames, and it seems more annoyance than agony. But momentum carries his forward, and the shaman lands on his foe in a whirlwind of claws as his wings melt away into his feathered cloak, now slightly blackened.
Ripping his belt knife free of the sheath, Tyler blocks a claw with the blade. He attempts to bring his glock to bear, but takes a slash across the face and cries out, staggering back. He raises his slashed face and the fury on his face is evident. He removes the buds from his ears and gestures arcanely again, pointing them at his foe.
"...ITH THE SICKNESS!"
The words are a sonic blast, strong as a gale-force wind and twice as painful. Tyler feels the cuts on his face and his expression softens. They probably wouldn't leave a scar, but he'd need to get them checked for infection when he got home. Putting his glock in the holster, he crouches and holds his knife, waiting.
The eagle-man screams in pain, and the cry dies abruptly as Mzumu's mask flies apart to the hurricane of sonic waves, and he is tossed backward like a leaf before a tornado. Feathers whip about and brush against him, their speed causing the to cut great welts in his skin, and this time the scream is that of an ordinary man in intense pain.
But then the winds begin to swirl around the shaman, solidifying into sky blue glass, which flows like water around his wrists and face. As it flows, it spirals around him, until he wears a twisted, windswept mask and gloves of blown glass that flex and bend around his fingers as if made of form-fitting leather. The mask's eyes soon glow with blue light, which trails from the eye slits and blows about Mzumu.
The winds surrounding him die, and the whirlwind of feathers falls harmlessly to the ground. But Mzumu still floats above the ground, borne aloft on updrafts that pour from his body.
I had forgotten what it feels like to be the air...
Mzumu raises his hands, and winds whip up around Tyler, carrying the struggling Daemon Magus high into the air. And then, as Mzumu crosses his hands abruptly in front of him, the winds fade away to nothingness. And gravity takes over.
Tyler looks more annoyed than anything as he begins to fall. He snaps his fingers, and the fall slows considerably. He gestures as he falls, then points at the shaman. Tendrils of magic wrap around Mzumu, dragging against his movements. Once again snapping his fingers and crying, "Arcanabula!", magical missles fly towards the shaman.
"Alright bird-man, I don't know what magic you're using, but it ain't any I've seen. Who the hell are you?"
Although held fast by Tyler's spell, Mzumu merely twitches his head and the missles vere sideways, thrown of course by some deflecting force in the air. Then, tearing his bonds to shreds with gale force winds, he speaks through his hands.
Some call me shaman, some call me heretic, some call me binder...they are all wrong. Those who call me totemist are closest to the truth. The world spirits have great power, and lend it freely to those who they think worthy. And I am such a one.
Spirits of the land, the beasts, the air...the gods themselves...I draw their power to do their work on Ardhi. I ask, and they bestow their power.
Nenaunir would like a word, child.
Mzumu's mask and gloves glow with the complete spectrum of colors, and the sky overhead darkens. Thunder rumbles, booming across all of Baator, and a great crackling bolt of lightning splits the sky apart as the brilliant lance of fire comes crashing down on Tyler.
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It was just a Slow spell man...
"Sh*t."
Tyler rips his hand through the air, throwing up a defensive shield. The lightning bolt strikes it and slams the magus downward into the ground. He lands on his feet, but the impact jars him, and he drops his knife. Uncaring, he lifts his pocket watch with one hand, gesturing with the other. It takes him a second to realize it, but Mzumu sees that these are not a spell. Tyler is copying Mzumu's speech. His accent is stiff and haphazard, but the words come out correctly.
I..word....
"Damn. I need a book to learn that. Alright, I'll chat you up later. For now, Tempus Fugit!"
He presses a clockwork button on his watch, and time blinks. As if from thin air, Tyler is in front of Mzumu, holding black energies in his hands. Not flying, but falling, the Daemon Magus crashes into his victim, sending the energies from his hands into the shaman. Falling feet first, Tyler looks up to see if his curses take root.
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A pair of curses, thanks to Bestow Curse. One of them is designed to reduce Mzumu's strength. The other one is the -4 attacks/saves/checks variety.
Caught by suprise and unable to dodge in time, Mzumu gasps as his strength is drained away, but he seems otherwise unaffected.
"Shango kwa miye!"
Magical energy surges around the weakened shaman, and raw arcane force flashes from his fingertips. Halfway to Tyler, it forms into perfect lines of energy, which weave about of their own accord, catching the magus in a burning web of magical power.
You have strong magic, but my gods strength makes your spells look pathetic.
"Two times in one fight. You're strong, shaman. Tempus Fugit!"
Time doesn't blink this time, and Tyler grimaces as a shining blue clock face forms in front of him. The minute hand slides forward three places, and then Tyler vanishes.
*Three Minutes Later*
Tyler reappears on the ground, glocks out. He searches for his foe in a panic, guns up and ready.
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Tyler's Tempus Fugit Watch has some issues
Mzumu is behind him, blue glass mask replaced with a horrific visage. Formed of reeds and straw, woven together into a sneering face with a gaping, toothy maw and narrow eyes. Red-orange light pours from the eye sockets, and the mask seems malicious and eager.
On his wrists rest leather bracers, spines jutting out of them like small porcupines, and his cloak has flattened out and hardened onto a scaled shell-like substance. As Tyler appears, guns at the ready, the shaman takes a step back in suprise.
"Gani?"
Tyler whips around, high on nerves and adrenaline, and sprays the air with bullets, squeezing his triggers and backing away until loud clicks proclaim his guns empty.
"Hellfire and damnation! This ain't good."
Holstering the guns, he reaches down for his belt knife sheath, and realizes it isn't there.
"Real good Tyler. If the Templar could see you now. Well, option C."
And the Daemon Magus begins chanting once again.
Spinning his cloak before him, Mzumu reflects the bullets like water, and the metal slugs flatten against hardened scales before falling gently to the ground.
Stepping through the hail of bullets, the shaman's mask bursts into life, and the woven reeds ignite in hellish flame. Smoke pours from the mask's eyes and mouth, and its eyes gleam wickedly in the dim light of Baator.
Come, little mage...sacrifices are sometimes required. Death by fire cleanses the spirit, and heats the soul. The brighter the spirit, the stronger the gift. And your spirit is very strong.
The gods will be very pleased with this. Give them my greetings.
The heat pouring off Mzumu is unbearable, and the smoke surrounds him, obscuring all his features except for two glowing red eyes...burning coals of hellish fire. The hideous mouth opens wide, and the fires inside burst forth. An inferno of smoke, ash, and flame leaps from the demonic mask and roars out across the empty space, cracking the stone itself with dry heat. Tongues of flame engulf Tyler completely, and all is obscured by black, greasy smoke.
The flames engulf Tyler, too surprised and slow to move. Victory appears to have been gained.
And then a black-shrouded fist slams into the shaman from the smoke. Following up with a crescent kick at head height, Tyler emerges untouched by the heat, the arcane designs on his outfit surging with blood-red light.
"I've been in worse than your fires, Shaman. Hell has a way of doing that to you."
Unlike before, the black energy doesn't dissapate, instead arcing from his hands to his boots.
"Hand-to-hand then. Lucky for me, I know kung fu."
He closes in, jabbing with fists shaped like knives in short, precise strikes.
OOC
Again, the curse is one to sap strength. Tyler's applied one of his feats to make the spell keep going until five minutes pass. His fighting style is basic karate (Combat Martial Arts feat)
Mzumu stares in suprise at the unharmed boy, but quickly recovers his composure. His mask burns suddenly to ash, and the ground about him buckles and cracks as great chunks of stone rise about him. The stone melts and flows about him, forming heavy gauntlets of granite and a stony, staring mask.
"Kung-fu? What sort of magic is that, child?
Whatever it is, however hard it hits, the living earth is stronger."
The shaman catches Tyler's blades on his spiny bracers, twisting his arms sideways in an attempt to disarm the youth. Then he strikes out with a stony fist, and, although weakened considerable, the force of the blow knocks Tyler heavily to the ground. When the second blow comes, the sound of bone grinding on bone is audible to the entire arena.
Tyler screams in pain as his left arm shatters, flipping onto his feet and staggering back. The limb hangs loosely, shattered at the elbow.
"You bastard! You flipping bastard! MY ARM! FRIGIS!"
A cone of pure cold rips from the mage's good hand, engulfing the shaman. Snarling in rage, Tyler spits out another arcane phrase and a stroke of lightning follows. Cradling his arm, he retreats a good twenty feet backward, moving as swiftly as he can.
OOC
A Cone of Cold followed by a Lightning Bolt. Also, no blades were ever mentioned; his hands and feet are simply enshrouded in Bestow Curse.
Frost surrounds Mzumu, and his earthen armor freezes and locks up. His fingers and lips turn blue-white as frostbite grabs them, but the lightning strikes his armor dead on, and runs down the stone to the arena floor, harmless.
He tries to speak, but his frozen lips will simply not respond. Those who understand his gestures are confused, for his frostbitten fingers will not bend completely to his will.
For one dragon young, running ocean under have many dark mountains. Fire oasis I will require moon gardens.
With that, Mzumu sinks slowly into the ground, until he disappears completely.
"Nuh uh, you aren't getting away that easy. You've crossed the threshhold and p*ssed me off!"
Tyler rakes his nails across his arm, drawing blood. Moving fast, he slathers it over the metal plates in his outfit, the designs filling with his hemoglobin. As the last drops fill in, the design flashes.
Streaks of flame shoot forth from the Daemon Magus, branching and forming into a pattern. Within the space of three seconds, a design has formed, recognizable from the audience's view as the largest, most multifaceted polygon ever created, with a design in the middle created from filling in the diagonals.
Tyler speaks, a black tongue that is all too familiar; the language of the Baatezu, Infernal.
"Kovolitrax, Hav, Sonctu, Gravaga, INVOCARI!"
The flames flash and deepen to bloody red. And, all at once, a gigantic crack is heard, deafening to the audience and judges alike. Hundreds of miles around Tyler shatter, falling into layers below as he obliterates the ground around him. Only the small part he is standing on remains.
"IGNIS INVOCARI!"
And where there was once earth, there is now flame.
A horrible scream, one of mortal agony, fills the air, and continues for what seems like hours. Then, suddenly, abruptly, it dies off, and streams of greasy black smoke and the smell of burning flesh fill the arena. Then there is silence.
OOC
You move, Gareth. I'm gonna be away from my computer for a bit, but I look forward to seeing how this continues. I have a feeling its far from over.
OOC
Incidentally, he can cast that spell once a year, and only by releasing a demon from his own Hell. What he doesn't know is all he did was release one from this Hell, likely into Greyhawk. It isn't UBAH DAMAGE O' DOOM. It does 10d6 in game. But the radius is 1000 miles. Plus, the whole "Shatter the earth" bit. The name of the spell (designed by Tyler himself): Apocalypse Now
Working slowly, because he only has one arm to use, Tyler tears off a strip of duct tape and uses it as a makeshift bandage. He empties the clip of his glock, tossing it into the new abyss that streatches out before him, and reloads the gun. He looks around carefully, seeking his opponent.
OOC
Nice name. If Caben Duur ever comes back, remind me to have him fight Tyler. I'll counter with Heart of Darkness
He does not have long to wait. Soon the smoke aplifies, filling the entire arena with dense, black smog. And Mzumu rises from the abyss, his face a twisted mockery of humanity, composed of burning reeds. The wind picks him up, and his cloak flies wildly behind him, reflecting the brilliant flames beneath him.
Child, your power is immense. Had not Katonda been merciful, I doubt I would have survived. I have never been witness to anything so impressive before today. But you lack sense. Can you fight fire with fire?
The answer, little one, is no. Do not try. It makes the gods angry...and when they are angry...there is no hope for survival.
Mzumu's mask once again turns to ash, which falls slowly, ingiting as it nears the roaring flames below. Drops of water begin to fall over him, and a round mask, painted with blues and yellows, its mouth a mournful line, congeals over his face. But when it's eyes light up, they glow with a joyful silver light.
Wele will conquer your burning spirit, little one. Watch. I do not wield fire against fire. It never succeeds. Learn to quench your anger, and you will triumph.
The mask begins to cry, tears streaming from its staring eyes. And as it does so, rain begins falling. Gently at first, but building and building, until great torrents of water tear into the flames. Clouds of steam fill the arena, obscuring all vision, and, when they die away, nothing is left of the inferno. Tyler stands high above the ground on his pillar of rock, and Mzumu floats languidly in the air before him, before another gesture from the shaman's rock encased hands sends Tyler's column falling to the ground as a fine powder.
The instant he begins to fall, Tyler shoots his glock in a sledgehammer spread, pounding Devastator slugs into the air at Mzumu's chest. Unable to form the gestures of a spell to fly, Tyler falls back on his only other hope; Duct Tape. Using a combination of his mouth and the last two fingers of his good hand, he gets a strip going and hurls the roll, wrapping it like a grappling hook around a nearby structure of the Arena. Holding on to the strip for dear life, his fall halts as the enchanted tape goes taught.
"HA!"
OOC
Tyler named it himself, and on purpose
The spread is good, and Mzumu falls to the ground, his chest a bloody mess. Ribs stick out of what little flesh remains, and the shaman's weak breathing fades rapidly.
"Asa, msaada...miye bi yangu...defa...mwa hitaji."
Seconds pass, and Mzumu's blood congeals on the arena floor, a viscous, reddish brown stain, spreading outward as the shaman dies. And then a golden light suffuses his body, and he is lifted, barely breathing, into the air. The light plays about his body, dancing across his wounds, and where it touches the flesh reweaves itself, bones realign, and the skin is whole once more.
"Guruhi, miye amaraombokeza!"
A new mask appears, formed of Mzumu's own blood, rising up off the ground. It shines darkly, a lurid black, and its eyes burn with a deep crimson flame. Obsidian teeth jut jaggedly from a demonic smile, and the mask leers mockingly at Tyler. Shadows play across the mask, and the mouth seems to move forward until it hovers over the young magus, caressing him lovingly, licking him with a tongue of utter darkness, savoring his energy.
And the magus feels his life drain away as the spirits of death slowly consume him.
Last edited by Gideon_Gideonson : 02-04-07 at 05:04 PM. Reason: Wow...who knew devastator slugs did THAT??
OOC
Gideon, as you may be unaware, allow me to state that Devastator slugs are explosive rounds. Bones turn to jelly when these hit you.
OOC
Allow me to change that, then.
OOC
Yeah, Devastators are real life, impact rounds that explode once they hit a hard target. They're designed to hit you, stop, and go 'Boom' with much pain and shrapnel. The average U.S. citizen can buy them on the cheap.
Mzumu feels Tyler's life force begin draining away as the Daemon Magus falls through the air. But something isn't right. Shortly after the attack begins, the mage's soul shifts radically. Where Mzumu once sensed dark anger and regret, a core of white-hot faith resides. The burning radiance of it slows, then halts the soul-stealing mask as it becomes painful to even be near the mage.
Tyler himself is changed. His hair has gone a golden blonde, and his pupils have turned from catlike slits to small crosses. The crucifix wrapped around his left hand glows with a radience not unlike the Sun itself. He speaks, not in Tyler's voice, but in the voice of something much older.
"Old Shaman, I come again to serve the blood of my master's blood. Yield, or die."
A shimmering, golden gate opens beneath Tyler, and from it comes a massive white wyrm, larger than can be believed. As he lands on it, Tyler turns back to normal, dazed and confused. He sees the wyrm beneath him, and begins to panic, but stops.
Blood of my master, what would you have me do?
"I've heard of you...No, you can't be...but, if you are...well..I'll ignore the implications for now. Let's see if my guess is right."
Pointing with his one good arm, Tyler' shouts a single phrase.
"Kovaliastraz, ATTACK!"
And the wyrm and its rider swoop to the assault.
Mzumu is caught a hideous blow, and knocked backwards, tumbling through the air. Blood pours from his body, trailing behind him in red streaks. The shaman hits the ground with a terrible crash, raising a swirling dust cloud. And when the cloud finally dies down, Mzumu Kagunda rises slowly, bleeding from numerous wounds, and spreads his cloak wide.
The wings of the eagle form from the feathered cloth, but grow and darken to a midnight blue. Mzumu seems to grow larger, and larger still, until, as his eagle mask forms once more, he towers far above Tyler. And still his form changes, twisting, bulging, buckling...and, as the shaman spreads his mightly wings, thunder and lightning tear the sky apart, and the Thunderbird seizes Mzumu: mind, body and spirit.
The great beak opens, and thunder peals across the sky. Lightning pours from the bird's eyes, and its claws open wide as it flies at the dragon like a hawk...moving in for the kill.
Kovaliastraz roars defiance and meets the massive bird, raking with his claws as he unleashes a gout of frost and cold. Tyler expends the last of his magic missles in order to aid the wyrm, but they are insignifigant compared to the beast he is aiming at. Try as they might, the Magus and the Wyrm can do no better than fight the bird to a standstill.
"Shaman!"
Tyler calls over the noise of the battle, clinging to the dragon with his good arm.
"Shaman, I would negotiate! This has gone far enough!"
One gowing eye turns to stare at Tyler, and the entire creature collaspes in on itself. Mzumu appears in a cloud of dark feathers, floating gently on the air itself.
Speak, child.
"Aside from the mind-reeling implications for me involving this dragon's mere appearence, my arm is shattered, I'm cut and still bleeding, and I could swear that I just sent half the plane to Dys. Wait, one sec."
He looks below.
"Yep, Dys. We've fought each other to a standstill, and any continuation will result in the death of both of us. I propose a draw."
Mzumu looks skyward for several seconds, staring at something just out of sight...not in terms of distance, but in terms of spirituality. Finally he descends to Tyler.
The spirits are satisfied with this outcome, child. They are impressed with your skill and determination. They consent to wait for your spirit, for in time, you will be one of the greatest ever to reach them.
"Moyo wangu Sultani, cha mtu sikitamani."
I am satisfied.
"God be with you, Shaman. Now, to lick my wounds. After all, I gotta get that blood back somehow."
He smiles sarcastically and Kovaliastraz takes him to the tavern. The wyrm brings his head down to Tyler's level.
Blood of my master, so long ago fallen, I will await you here. In time, you will come to understand the full implications of what you have done here. Simply call, and I will come.
As the dragon flies away, Tyler steps into the bar, his bloody arcane clothing still glowing with power.
Also, Larz...they're all outsiders. I mean, how many types do we need? As far as most of my characters are concerned (and me) they come in three varities: Evil, nuetral, and good. :D
I say demons, I mean devils. I say devils, I mean demons. You know what I mean...
What ho, old chaps? I have returned, after getting sick with the worst case of the flu I've ever had twice and losing power. Sorry about not posting, but I couldn't really move for a while without vomiting everywhere. I'll head on over to the tourney thread and post, sorry again.
Hey, the IC thread opened up...Harmond and Bob (and all his minions) can fight, if you want.
And I'm glad to hear your doing well (although I didn't know you were sick...)
But just this once. :P
-Gideon
Hmmm...I suppose, under the circumstances, that I can forgive you.
But just this once. :P
-Gideon
Whew! And I thought the almighty Caben might rise once again to smite me down! :P
And Revlis, am I fighting you or Larz? I don't mind either, but I posted in the tourney thread as having Larz as my opponent. I can change it if you want. And sure, let's do a Harmond vs. Bob (and all his minions) match, if it's ok with Sorcen.
Also yep ya'll are right, Cycine is a little distracted by all the things going on in teh bar that he cant reply to everyone personally. And that orange font is a little hard to read but I understand its purpose of distinguishing Tyler from your other characters.
Actually, speaking of Revlis...that reminds me of something I need to do... But if someone wants to partner up with me, I'll take you two on.
(I'm really gonna laugh if we lose this after shooting our mouths off like that. It would be incredibly ironic. :D)
Gideon Gideonson
Sorcen Anenooata
Lord_Gareth
Once I can get a few more characters, I can get it started.
Yeah, go ahead, you can use my stuff.
I'm still trying to get that YMtC for Sorcen's going, but I have no characters for people to use. If you don't mind your character being used, please tell me. So far, the following people have volunteered their brain children;
Gideon Gideonson
Sorcen Anenooata
Lord_Gareth
Once I can get a few more characters, I can get it started.
What's this all about?
It was the best week end ever.!
I'm still trying to get that YMtC for Sorcen's going, but I have no characters for people to use. If you don't mind your character being used, please tell me. So far, the following people have volunteered their brain children;
Gideon Gideonson
Sorcen Anenooata
Lord_Gareth
Once I can get a few more characters, I can get it started.
HELLOOO?! Is someone going to tell me what's this all about?!! Stop ignoring me, it makes me angry!!!
I just did a real quick dark forest terrain with evil looking trees for the match over there in IC thread 1.
Just wait and see for that one. Or at least the first usage.
Dude, you get a
. It's a time-shifted version of Kovaliastraz (I always name the dragons I give away)That dragon's definitely sigged. It even gets the actual dragon's name! I'm honored. (and I hope it doesn't get angry...I saw that things stats. All I can say is Wow.)
And that makes me wonder if the team matches are a good idea if people (like me) don't post half as often as the other three in the team matches. For me, it kinda sucks that everyone is having a nice time whackin' away at each other and Bob (or whoever it may be) just ends up standing there as bullets and spells and whatnot fly around him. And I get on later on and then it's like, "Oh, I missed a bunch of attacks on Bob, but since everyone else has already gone way past that, I guess I'm SOL." So, I guess it's my fault for missing out on the battle, but I just needed to vent.
Just to let people in the IC1 thread and Larz in the tourney thread, I will only be able to post in the late evenings about once a day, so don't go roaring off to far without me, if you can help it. I was almost ready to cry when I saw that Bob had missed another major thing yet again.
And that makes me wonder if the team matches are a good idea if people (like me) don't post half as often as the other three in the team matches. For me, it kinda sucks that everyone is having a nice time whackin' away at each other and Bob (or whoever it may be) just ends up standing there as bullets and spells and whatnot fly around him. And I get on later on and then it's like, "Oh, I missed a bunch of attacks on Bob, but since everyone else has already gone way past that, I guess I'm SOL." So, I guess it's my fault for missing out on the battle, but I just needed to vent.
Well, I don't mind since I can't really post more than once per day since my computer time varies too much for me to know when can I post. That would be different if I had Internet connection on my own computer, but I don't so nevermind.
I don't really understand what does a card-making contest require, so could someone please explain me that?
Caben Duur
Caben Duur is a powerful spirit from the Void, whose power revolves around blood and death. He's a specialist in harming others to heal himself and is also a master at regeneration; even if killed, he persists as a spirit.
Caben Duur is
with a heavy focus on Instants and Sorceries. Creatures made by Caben Duur are likely to be undead of some sort, or golems/elementals formed of his own blood. He uses Lich effects when able.Also, sign Harmond up for some True Ressurection.
I wonder how this fight is gonna end up affecting Bob and Harmon, psychologically. Tyler's been yanking them up and down the emotional scale, it cannot be healthy for their minds :evillaugh
After just seeing that post, I think that explains the whole "Harmond going from an ornery elf to a twisted killer" thing.
And besides...LOOK BEHIND YOU! *runs away*
Thanks for informing us of your absence and good luck with your class.
Anyway I have my character already, one you may remember from one of our games, although I did add the master of radiance class for this version:
Katherizaltix Delaxitasiocohol, "Kate", her last name is pronounced Delahitashkol.
Celestial sunwyrm, cleric of Ra/master of radiance.
I'm prepared to be in a match anytime you can fit me in for one, thanks. (OOC)
(IC)
Show
A bright beam of sunlight pierces the dark clouds conjured by Krono, the beam strikes hard against the dirt floor of the arena. As the dust clears, you begin to make out a brilliantly shining dragonoid shape. The assumed dragon shines brightly for a moment and the cloud of dust disapates, revealing a shining golden dragon posessing eight legs and great golden wings that shine with the light of the sun. Upon closer inspection, you notice its face is not the usual skeletal appearence of other sunwyrms, replaced instead by facial features more akin to that of a beautiful elven woman mixed with that of a silver dragon's. She smiles happily at the judges, "I am Katherizaltix Delaxitasiocohol, I have come to compete in this grand arena and test myself against worthy foes, and perhaps to destroy some of this evil that is so abundant here." She bows low and shifts to the form of a beautiful elven woman with long golden hair and golden armor that will not be too revealing. She flashes a smile and walks to the Taverne Cycine."
. Just speak up when we have an opening for a match and theres a good chance you'll get it. Oh and the sblock title thing is [sblock=title] info [/sblock]Also did you guys want us to judge the Krono vs Dralix match yet? And what about the Bob and Harmond vs Tyler and Inaya one?
Gareth: I found a thread that will likely help you with running the creatures we will face on teh plane of shadow, Ripvanwormer does brilliant work on the Deities and planes forum, anyway heres the site.
And heres the specific excerpt:
- Shadow
Bat (MM)
Beacon Moth (Dragon #322)
Blackskull
Blink Rat
Canomorph, Shadarakul (FF)
Cloaker (MM)
Dark Creature (Tome of Magic)
Dark Ones (FF)
Darkness Pseudo-Elemental (Dragon #322)
Darkness Spawn (Creatures of Rokugan)
Darkweaver (FF)
Demon, Shadow (BoVD)
Dragon, Shadow (Draconomicon)
Elemental, Shadow (Tome of Magic)
Ephemera, Duskbeast (MotP)
Ephemera, Ecalypse (MotP)
Ephemera, Umbral Banyan (MotP)
Ephemeral Hangman (Tome of Magic)
Genie, Khayal (Tome of Magic)
Ghirrash (Miniatures Handbook)
Gloaming (Underdark)
Gloom (ELH)
Gloom Hound
Giant, Shadow (FF)
Golem, Shadesteel (MMIII)
Flash Beast
Half-Shadow Dragon (Dragon #322)
Illumian (Races of Destiny)
Khumat (Minatures Handbook)
Krinth (Champions of Ruin)
Kukanchi no Kansen (Creatures of Rokugan)
Murkherd
Nightshade, Nightwing (MM)
Nightshade, Nightwalker (MM)
Nightshade, Nightcrawler (MM)
Raven (MM)
Shade (Dragon #322)
Shadow (MM)
Shadow Asp (FF)
Shadow Beast (Creatures of Rokugan)
Shadow Creature (MotP, Dragon #322)
Shadow Elemental (Tome of Magic)
Shadow Jelly (Planar Handbook)
Shadow Mastiff (MM)
Shadow Spider (MMII)
Shadow Wight (Beastiary of Krynn)
Shadowswyft (Planar Handbook)
Shifting Horror (AGttPt)
Skiurid (MMIV)
Slow Shadow (Dungeon #112)
Swarm, Murder of Crows (Tome of Magic)
Thaskor (Miniatures Handbook)
Umbral Creature (Dragon #322, Libris Mortis)
Umbrood Swarm
Veserab (Dragon #299)
Vitreous Drinker (MMIV)
Bat (MM)
Beacon Moth (Dragon #322)
Blackskull
Blink Rat
Canomorph, Shadarakul (FF)
Cloaker (MM)
Dark Creature (Tome of Magic)
Dark Ones (FF)
Darkness Pseudo-Elemental (Dragon #322)
Darkness Spawn (Creatures of Rokugan)
Darkweaver (FF)
Demon, Shadow (BoVD)
Dragon, Shadow (Draconomicon)
Elemental, Shadow (Tome of Magic)
Ephemera, Duskbeast (MotP)
Ephemera, Ecalypse (MotP)
Ephemera, Umbral Banyan (MotP)
Ephemeral Hangman (Tome of Magic)
Genie, Khayal (Tome of Magic)
Ghirrash (Miniatures Handbook)
Gloaming (Underdark)
Gloom (ELH)
Gloom Hound
Giant, Shadow (FF)
Golem, Shadesteel (MMIII)
Flash Beast
Half-Shadow Dragon (Dragon #322)
Illumian (Races of Destiny)
Khumat (Minatures Handbook)
Krinth (Champions of Ruin)
Kukanchi no Kansen (Creatures of Rokugan)
Murkherd
Nightshade, Nightwing (MM)
Nightshade, Nightwalker (MM)
Nightshade, Nightcrawler (MM)
Raven (MM)
Shade (Dragon #322)
Shadow (MM)
Shadow Asp (FF)
Shadow Beast (Creatures of Rokugan)
Shadow Creature (MotP, Dragon #322)
Shadow Elemental (Tome of Magic)
Shadow Jelly (Planar Handbook)
Shadow Mastiff (MM)
Shadow Spider (MMII)
Shadow Wight (Beastiary of Krynn)
Shadowswyft (Planar Handbook)
Shifting Horror (AGttPt)
Skiurid (MMIV)
Slow Shadow (Dungeon #112)
Swarm, Murder of Crows (Tome of Magic)
Thaskor (Miniatures Handbook)
Umbral Creature (Dragon #322, Libris Mortis)
Umbrood Swarm
Veserab (Dragon #299)
Vitreous Drinker (MMIV)
And this is my Shadow, full of Konvinax's personal creations. Anything formerly native is dead. Thanks for the offer though.
EDIT: Also there was an idea floating around with we judges, an idea so that one of us may becoem a player and have our fun there and then have the player become a judge for that match. Do we have any volunteers to switch places with Khael so that he may have a match?
Gideon perhaps?
EDIT 2: We finished judging the team match and have found Inaya and Tyler to be the winners in both the IC and OOC divisions of it. Great descriptions and great roleplaying, especially the growth of a love between Tyler and Inaya, in that match, it was a match worthy of a hall of fame if there was one. Hmm perhaps thats an idea.
EDIT 3: I read the resurrection posts all the way finally, i've been busy. Anyway let me jus say wow, that was awesome descriptions and roleplaying on both your parts and thats what a team match is all about there. Great job, and to Revlis and Bahamut as well for their contributions to that truly epic match, I believe if Bahamut had been able to post more in that thread then it would have had more of a comical aspect to it in addition to the dramatic love story of teh other team.
In case you have not noticed my multiple edits. I probably should have just posted them instead of editing but meh.Also, please no one post in the IC thread until Gareth and I have wrapped up that fight...we somehow need to pull a (probably overly dramatic) ending out of vanishing in a huge explosion. :D
Also, Sorcen? A
? Wow...I think those are the only two this thread is ever going to see. :DYeh this thread didnt really need the bump but I wasnt sure if anyone was seing my multiple edits so I figured I needed to make sure they did because of the ruling and all. Oh and thanks for the offer of your services Ank.
Dia Duit
A figure clad in what appears to be extremely dissimilar clothing (including a rather large overcoat, pants blotched in various shades of grey, and an extraordinarily bright shirt) appears, suddenly, without heralding noise or sound. The only thing particularly notable about his clothing, in fact, is his sword and scabbard, both being heavily bejeweled. He quickly moves through the crowds of people sorrounding the arena. Chatting with several creatures amiably, he never the less seems distinct and apart from the crowd. Several people with sharp noses give him curious looks, but soon turn back to their drinks/food/conversation/etc. Soon, he finds the boards with notices of the approaching matches, and finds his name. He quickly obtains an apparently alcoholic beverage, and with the crowd of people he has attracted, despite only being on the plane for a few minutes, he observes the current match.
. I beleive the name is gaelic for god bless. You can fight Khael if you'd like, or Katherizaltix is open for a match as well I beleive.As for my character see blow or the tavern where he'll be waiting with everyone else not occupied.
BIC:
At the arena entrance hall:
A tall humanoid figure, grey of skin and covered in scars and stitches, steps over the threshold, hands in pockets as he strides for the organiser's desk, before looking down at the skeletal herald.
"Yesss?"
"I am to sign up for the combats here."
"Verrry wellll, yourrr nname?"
"I am known as Ascember."
"Verrrry wellll, Pleasssse waitt inn the ttaverrrnn, unttil sssummonned"
After this exchange he strides off in the direction indicated to wait...
Also we have Kate, Dia Duit, and Jaden open for a match as well.
(Gareth and Gideon, for one)
Just asking...are we considered one person? :P
OOC: Ah good idea, works for me if it works for them. Kate vs Dia Duit, of course we do have to wait until an IC thread is freed up for that.
I don't think there's much activity in the second IC thread.
IC2 has Krono vs Dralix going on in it although I'm not sure how much longer they plan to fight in there and then we have Kate vs Dia Duit next up for that thread. Which Actually I think that match could begin in IC thread 2 if you guys want to.
Plus, I worked hard on the Laptop, I want someone to use it....
.Note the above sounds like it means little since its what you do here, not how much of an advantage you started with that wins you games, but it does mean something since it affects what you do, and the guy whose writing compensates for the terrain has the advantage therefore. Until the other changes the terrain, but then they lost potentially a valuable 'point' since they spent a post to change the field, but the othe guy still gets to respond, either in kind, equalising things, or but accepting it, and changing his play to adjust.
In some of the more clear cut fights the above means little, but in a close run thing, spending time to change the field can cost... A little thing to remember that, since everyone does pretty much get limited time to make their moves in (since an extremely long post can be unfair or start an arms-race of sorts, and everyone posts in a 1v1 match on a P1, P2)
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A shining archway of twisted metal materializes before Sorcen, and through it steps a figure obscured completely in shining silver and gold armor. It draws a massive blade and salutes the assembled lords.
You called, my lords.
The figure looks down at its metal-clad body.
My apologies, great ones. I will remove this charade.
Sheathing its blade once more, it raises its visor, revealing a face that radiates celestial beauty…but soon that is gone. The flesh flakes away, turning to dust, and a bloodstained skull leers out of the armor. Black ichor begins to seep through the cracks in the creature’s fullplate, and the once bright armor darkens and tarnishes. Great wings of pitted metal screech and whine with the tension of steel on steel as they stretch out of the armor, which begins to ripple and fuse to itself and to some unseen skeletal structure inside.
A hideous creature now stands where the knight once did. Its exposed skull framed in twisted metal, blood leaking from the seams where the two join, stares hideously toward the judges; one eyes a bloody mass of flesh, the other normal, but as dark as oblivion. Its body is just as ruined: bones and bloody muscles intertwined with metal armor in a mockery of life. Rust bitten and pockmarked feathers scrape against each other as its massive wings rustle menacingly, and its once bright sword is now a fractured mess, corroded in acid and dripping blood. Its voice is harsh and grating, sibilant and oozing with evil.
[i][color=green][b]I am reaaaaady to sssssssserve, my lordsssssss.[/b][/i][/color]
The Regent of the First has arrived.
[i][color=green][b]I am reaaaaady to sssssssserve, my lordsssssss.[/b][/i][/color]
The Regent of the First has arrived.
Gideon, you really must stop that, you are making the rest of us look bad. Can't you even put in a minor, temporary charecter without pumping him up with a cool story/entry :P
Tyler and Inaya vs Bob and Harmond
Revlis_Nogard
A short, gaunt elf enters Sorcen's arena. He looks around, somewhat unimpressed, but makes tactical notes of the area: places to hide, places to snipe from, and places to entrap his opponent.
"This isn't that much different from the Grand Arena in Sharn... unfortunately, I never did well in the Arena...crap...
I wonder who this 'Bob' guy is... sounds like a...unimpressive name."
Lord_Bahamut
A small white rabbit hops out into the arena. Its eyes are blood red, and it looks like it has little claws on it's paws. It hops over to Harmond and fixes him with a beady eye.
I AM BOB. I HAVE COME TO TEST MY SKILLS AGAINST YOU CREATURE WHO DOMINATE MY WORLD. SOON, I WILL LAUNCH AN ATTACK ON ALL OF EBERRON, AND IN DOING SO LIBERATE MY FELLOW ANIMALS FROM THE TYRANNY OF HUMANS AND OTHER TWO-LEGS.
The rabbit shifts and then a tall, gaunt man stands where the rabbit once was. He wears dark gray tunic and breeches, and has sandals made of some strange grey skin. He also has a spear with a half-moon blade sticking up from his back.
His voice booms out without him opening his mouth.
UNFORTUNATELY, MY FIRST MATCH HAS ME TEAMED UP WITH AN ELF. HMPH. I GUESS YOU WILL HAVE TO DO UNTIL I KILL YOU LATER.
He draws his half-moon bladed spear, and blood-red sparks jump around on the dull gray blade as soon as he touches it.
LET'S GET ON WITH THIS... HARMON, CORRECT?
Revlis_Nogard
"Wow...and I thought I did badly last time in an arena...this time I'm paired up with a rabbit...
Well, I suppose if we fought those celery monsters that the one Gatekeeper I fought created, we'll be okay."
Harmond shakes his head several times to get himself back on track.
"Anyway...yeah, I'm Harmond. And I don't know who we're fightin', but from the looks of what our talents are...I'd say that you keep 'em distracted with your jolly ol' scythe there, and I'll keep 'em pinned down with fire...and acid...and whatever else I can come up with."
Lord_Gareth
Harmon and Bob hear him long before he actually steps into view. Strumming his guitar and tuning, Tyler walks onto the battlefield, grinning a cocky, annoying little grin that parents seemed to hate.
"I don't suppose you two would consider peaceful surrender? I'd hate to have to clean up the guts when Inaya finishes with you, see."
He slides on a pair of gloves, metal plated like the rest of his clothing and with small spikes coming out of the knuckles.
Inaya_Elrissa
"Clear up the guts? Not likely...did you plan on leaving guts? I didn't."
My hand closes on my blade as I walk into the sunlit arena and take my place in front of Tyler. An elf and a man...the elf looks fast...fast, but weak. Provided I reach him, he should pose no great threat, unless he has some outside power assisting him. The man now...I don't know what to make of him. Perhaps he has some demonic heritage...
Scythes are clumsy though, and I can play havoc with clumsy fighters. Once inside his reach, I should tear him apart.
Though Tyler could be a problem...he's the real wild card here...I have no idea how he fights. So far he's been carefree, which is a good sign. No nervesness of reckless haste, but I have yet to see how he handles himself...hopefully he does well. He's such an interesting person...
No time, no time. Focus. You're as bad as your sisters.
My hand tightens on the hilt of my blade. I am eager to draw it...eager to begin...and...well...to see what Tyler is capable of.
"So...who's willing to expose themselves first? Should I, or is someone else going to move?"
Lord_Gareth
"Allow me, milady."
Tyler begins playing, the song moving fast from the beginning and moving faster even now.
"Let's begin with some accelerando, and maybe just a bit of dance. And a-one, and a-two, and a -"
He steps out from behind Inaya and rips his hand across the guitar, sending a solid wave of sound blasting towards Bob and Harmond. Swiftly, he returns to his song, and Inaya and he begin to blur as they speed up.
OOC
The blast was more or less a Shout. Inaya and Tyler are now Hasted. Let the battle begin!
Inaya_Elrissa
Hmm...A nice beginning. I can feel the wind brushing my cheeks as I run forward, and my blade whines in the air as I draw it. Time to test these opponents.
Inaya rushes forward, her blade whipping out so fast that it seems only a silver blur. Moving like something out of a dream, she strikes out towards Harmond, her blade nothing more than a whisper of steel as it moves faster than the eye can follow.
Revlis_Nogard
"Oh shi-"
Harmond looks surprised for only a moment at the wave of sound and the ferocious speed of Inaya's charge. He lifts up his hand and snaps his fingers. The sound continues to rush forward, but suddenly impacts something that doesn't seem to be there. The sound of shattering glass can be heard all throughout the arena as the wave is stopped by a quick veil of force.
"Oh my...so, THAT'S how we're gonna play this...no tricks, eh? I always like to warm up a little bit."
As Inaya is only moments away, Harmond flips his hands in a quick pattern and says a couple of words of what seems like gibberish. Suddenly...Harmond is gone...
Inaya_Elrissa
"Ha! That was a nice trick, sir elf."
My blade slashes down, and I turn the movement into a scything motion, spinning around with the edge at stomach height. Hopefully he's still within range...although his reactions are so fast, that I highly doubt it. Still...maybe I'll get lucky.
Revlis_Nogard
Inaya's graceful strike flies through the air, and even with all the added finesse, it is still a wild miss. A miss that seems to continue to swing, against Inaya's will. It comes back at her, her own sword now craving her flesh, not her opponent's.
"Careful there, sweetums. I hear those things are sharp."
A streak of yellow energy blazes from directly above Tyler. It's a pure conflagration...but, somehow, condensed into a single point.
"And that's for your little sound wave trick!"
Lord_Gareth
Tyler blithely ignores the flame as it comes crashing down upon him, sending a plume of smoke into the air. But the sound of his playing doesn't stop, and when the smoke clears, the Daemon Magus is standing there, playing his guitar.
"You'd think people would learn not to use fire against Daemon Magi. Ah well, better for me."
The tune shifts, and Tyler begins singing.
"Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken, your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing ... in me
(Will you give in to me?)
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently, it changes
Oh, no, there's no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me."
His guitar's arcane design slowly starts glowing with light as he continues singing, and his outfit likewise charges. As he sounds the final words, the designs appear in fire on the ground, one inside the other. The ground cracks, and a massive, demonic form rips forth. Standing to its full height, the Balor roars, it's dog head a cruel mockery of true canines.
"Sic 'em, boy!"
The demon sniffs the air, and then cracks a whip of fire at Harmon.
Revlis_Nogard
"Ho-hum...demons...anything less creative from you?
Oh wait...that's fire, isn't it?"
The flame whip cracks through the air and strikes Harmond directly in the chest. The searing pian is unbearable, but Harmond gains his composure and turns to face his demon opponent. He lefts up his hand and begins to snap his fingers in an extremely rapid succession. Sparks begin to fly from them as Harmond begins to taunt the demon.
"Heeeeey lookielookielookielookielookielookielook ielookie!"
The demon's attention is momentarily distracted as Harmond brings a blade of force into the demon's flank. The demon cries out as Harmond twists the blade in the demon. Harmond takes a deep, deep breath and exhales a hail of frost at the demon. Its crystalized body falls to the earth and cracks into a thousand tiny pieces. Harmond falls to the ground, looks at Tyler, and makes a large scowl.
"That was NOT, I repeat, NOT cool!"
Harmond calmly walks up to Tyler, and snaps his fingers. Nothing seems to happen. Then, Harmond juts out his hand simply pushes Tyler...down a flight of stairs that wasn't there when the battle began.
"Awwww, did the heavy metal rocker take a fall?"
Lord_Gareth
Tyler rolls backwards down the first step, and then kicks off the stairs, slamming the side of his guitar into it. The instrument bites in deep, and the Daemon Magus slows, and finally stops.
"Great, sarcastic elves. You know, I knew a drow once. Nice guy, but had the same problem you do. Tell you what, I'll have him meet you sometime. 'Till then, Tempus Fugit!"
Tyler slams the button on his pocket watch, and time blinks. Several things are immediately apparant. The first is that Harmon is no longer wearing pants. Tyler has appeared next to Inaya, his guitar on his back, and his glocks out. The third is that Tyler is chanting something. He snaps his fingers, and the ground buckles and then shreds, shooting shrapnel out from where he and Inaya stand.
"Hey elfie, how'd ya like a taste of some Devastators? Inaya, cover your ears."
He points his guns at Harmon and starts unloading the clips at the unfortunate elf.
Revlis_Nogard
Harmond simply laughs at his opponent.
"Oh, that's how you wanna play this?! Bring it on, human!"
Harmond doesn't move, flinch, or show any sign of fear. He simply lifts up his hands, points both of his index and middle fingers at his opponents. He closes his eyes and whispers
"Traveler, watch over me..."
The tips of Harmond's fingers begin to glow with a crackling of lightning, the chill of frost, the terrible acridity of acid, and a cruel, twisted sound. This is all released in a barrage of rays and beams that don't seem to have any kind of end. The bullets and the rays pass by each other and fly towards their respective targets.
Lord_Gareth
"Oh shizz. Inaya, get behind me!"
Tyler slides in front of his partner, making sure she's covered. The magic is streaking towards him, and he incants hastily. It doesn't look like he's going to finish the spell in time, and when he realizes it, he rushes forward to take the blasts straight on. The acid rips into his shoulder as the sound makes his jaw rattle, but luckily he remembered to slacken it, so he manages to keep his teeth.
He isn't so lucky with lightning and ice. They blast him full on in the chest, and while all the metal he wears disperses the blasts, they are still potent. He staggers, then drops to his knees.
"Ow. That...hurt. A lot. Oh, elf, beneath you."
In between Harmon's legs is a small, green object, small enough to be held in the hand.
"Instant..summoning...works across time...b*tch."
And the grenade explodes.
Revlis_Nogard
.sedolpxe edanerg eht dnA
".hct*b...emit ssorca skrow...gninommus..tnatsnI"
.dnah eht ni dleh eb ot hgoune llams ,tcejbo neerg ,llams a si sgel s'nomraH neewteb nIn between Harmon's legs is a small, green object, small enough to be--
"OH NO, NOT AGAIN!"
Harmond quicly kicks the grenade at Tyler and his companion, now that he knows that's there.
"And Wish can reverse time...moron."
Lord_Gareth
The kick is good, but, inexplicably, the grenade stops after moving only inches. Tyler is holding his hand forward, and a heavy gold ring is sitting on it.
"Ring of telekinisis. Boom, baby."
The grenade explodes again, and Tyler moves, right on the edge of the shrapnel. No magic, no tricks, just a crescent kick at head level with a heel that's weighted with lead.
Inaya_Elrissa
Shards of metal fly from the egg floating in the air before Tyler, and I barely manage to twist out of the way in time. Whatever it was, it held strong magic...the blast alone jars my body and sends me sprawling on the floor.
Rising slowly, I look up to see Tyler spinning around, aiming a kick toward the elf's head. An attack, to be sure...but also, just maybe, a distraction.
Reaching down to my leg, I ease out my knife, and let the pommel settle into my palm. Then, with a swift flick of my wrist, a streak of cold steel flies from my open fingers toward the elf's back.
With any luck, he won't see that coming.
Lord_Bahamut
Bob looks up from his demonic musings and suddenly realizes the battle is already in siwng. Muttering an oath coarse enough to send even adult rabbits running back to their burrows, he leaps toward Tyler. Flinging a hand out that glows with pale green light, he reverses Inaya's dagger back at her. The blade unleashes a deathly wail as it flies through the air, and it leaves an extra-dimensional rip in space as it hurtles toward her.
MY APOLOGIES, HARMOND. I WAS DEEP IN THOUGHT ABOUT HOW TO DESTROY THE CITY OF SHARN IN THE MOST EXPEDITIOUS WAY.
Dashing past Harmond, Bob leads his scythe in a blurring routine of spinning metal and burning elctricty. It slices Tyler's arm before he can leap away, and he is catapulted across the arena. Whirling back to Inaya, he casts another spell and traps her and the dagger inside a pale blue bubble.
TRY GETTING OUT OF THAT.
Lord_Gareth
Tyler goes flying, a stream of blood pouring from his arm, but he draws his guitar and slams it into the ground, stopping himself. He dips his hand in his blood and slathers the axe with it.
"Wrong idea, demon."
He begins playing, a wild, electric tune that sends both chills and a strange, almost disturbing thrill through the competitors.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Blood to blood, rust to rust.
I speak the words of unmaking,
Though long ago
Their works were done"
His voice, though a song, is also inexplicably dark, as though some as-yet unseen malice is being channeled through the Daemon Magus.
"Your darkness is mine
Through fog and time
Our damnation is made
Willingly."
He hits a final chord and glares straight at Harmond and Bob.
"Chords of Dissonance!"
The song picks up again, more wild than before. Everyone, even the audience, can feel the effect as the fabrics of magic streatch thin. Harmon and Bob are seized by an overwhelming urge to slay each other, and still the Daemon Magus plays, his blood leaking from his arm and being absorbed into the spell. The eldritch might he gathers becomes greater with each passing second as reality thins and wanes.
Inaya_Elrissa
Well, that's that fear gone. Tyler seems quite capable of handling himself. Me on the other hand...
How could I have gotten myself immobilized so quickly. The blade was easy to dodge, but this stupid bubble is quite annoying.
Unless...yes, that just might work.
I run against the wall of the sphere with all my force, and, slowly, it moves forward under me. And begins to roll. The bubble thunders onward, gaining terrible momentum from its weight and my speed. Throwing all my weight against the side, I manage to shift the course, and my unwanted shield and I tumble towards the scythe-wielding man...and with the force behind it now, I may even hit the elf.
Only a few feet now...I brace myself against the inside walls, and prepare for impact.
"Hello boys!"
Lord_Bahamut
As Inaya rolls toward Bob, he glances at her with disdain.
I AM NOT THE LORD OF A DEMONIC PLANE FOR NOTHING, FOOL.
As Inaya rolls toward him with increasing momentum, Bob lets her roll onto one hand and then hurls it like a giant baseball towards Tyler. Manipulating the spell ever so slightly, he causes spikes of force to spring out from the ball. Now the ball is more like a large super-spiked flail head of doom. Bob turns back to Harmond and speaks to him.
YOU KNOW, I NEVER REALLY LIKED HUMANS ANYWAY. BUT THAT IS FOR LATER.
Pointing a finger at Tyler, magical silence springs up around him. Concentrating on his spell, Bob throws all his strenght into stamping out Tyler's song. The song is cut off abruptly as the two magical energies fight each other, but little bits of it still filter through Bob's magic as the two spells war against each other.
Lord_Gareth
As the sound cuts out, Tyler does the first thing that comes to mind; he slams his axe into the force bubble. With a look of surprise, the Daemon Magus watches it shatter without a sound, and turns to face Bob again. He raises his two pistols and fires, dashing sideways in a circle to get a better angle.
OOC
Explosive rounds + Holy weapon = Ouch
Sorcen_Anenooata
Sorcen watches the fighting below and decides to spice it up some, he waves his hand and a small forest of bare trees with dark bark. The trees sway due to an eerie wind that blows, something is strange about these trees though... they seem.. too dark, too alive. The trees are sparsely placed and allow plenty of room for the combatants to move around within them.
OOC: Theres your terrain.
Revlis_Nogard
"Oh ho ho! Forest terrain. That's the final nail in your coffin, boys and girls..."
Harmond begins to again discorporate into nothingness. He is gone within the trees, not making a sound or leaving any kind of visual trail. It's as if anyone trying to find him became unable to use any of their senses.
Suddenly, rays, dozens of them. Every conceivable color, size, and shape (shapes like line, line, and the occaisional line) come out in a tour de force that could be mistaken for fireworks.
Only much deadlier. They zig and zag in and out of the trees, flying with ungodly speed and superb accuracy towards their targets.
In Bob's mind, Harmond's voice chimes in:
So, about that cover. You should probably go about finding some...
Lord_Gareth
With speed born of a combination of desperation, adrenalin, and an odd, overwhelming desire to keep Inaya from harm, Tyler rips more blood from his arm, sending it into the rays that pass near them. Oddly, it congeals to a nearly solid mass as it approaches the targets, stopping the rays. Though he is beginning to feel lightheaded, Tyler yet stands. He begins playing again, his arm slicking the strings with more blood. But, as he plays, the silence shatters, and sound returns again to the woods.
"Now...you've...p*ssed..me..off..elf..br at. Ignis Daemonia!"
The fireball erupts outward, originating in a ring from Tyler and Inaya. The trees catch flame as the ball devours the woods within forty feet of the Daemon Magus. But his plan isn't to catch Harmon in the flames; it's the trees he's after.
"Oderint dum metuant."
More of Tyler's blood drains away into the ether as it fuels the spell, adding more strength than the Daemon Magus would normally be able to call. Harmon and Bob are gripped with a suffocating fear of the mage and Inaya, and they have only one, overpowering urge; flee, surrender, do anything to get away from the beings before them.
Inaya_Elrissa
Gods above...he's bleeding badly!
Rushing to Tyler's side, I pull out my healing elixir and slide it into his pocet.
"Here. Don't die on me now...I swear I'll kill you myself if you do."
Now...those clowns are going to pay. My body fades away into the ether, leaving only a figmented shell, as I begin to stalk my prey. This is to easy. I look to my left, and can just make out my visible image darting towards the human, or whatever he is. Its an especially realistic one, if I do say so myself. But, even as it strikes down, its blade a reality despite its illusion, I am ready, and unseen. There is silence...but the last rays came from this direction. He's here somewhere. I just need to find him...
OOC
Yeah, Inaya has some odd tactics. She'd probably, if made, be a Ninja/Swashbuckler/Swordsage/Dervish/Gemini Dancer (for those who visit the class boards). So if she does some...wierd stuff, don't yell at me. :D
Revlis_Nogard
Harmond, while completely terrified, pulls a small dagger from a wrist sheath, and stabs himself lightly in the thigh muscle.
"Pain over fear...pain over fear...pain over fear..."
As the blood seeps down leg, warming his feet as the crimson fluid runs. He sees the forest around in erupting in flames, and decides that it's pretty much time to book. He takes off to the sky of the arena.
"Oh my...now that is quite a fire...hmmmm...I know what I can do!"
Harmond reaches into a pouch and pulls out a number of small wooden cubes, which could easily be mistaken for gaming dice if there were numbers on the faces. Harmond begins to make a bombing run; as he drops them on Tyler, since he can't seem to see Inaya in all of the smoke. The cubes begin to expand from half an inch to five feet. They now easily weigh over 1000 lbs.
"Well, bombs away!"
Sorcen_Anenooata
As the trees light aflame, they begin moving and let out horrible wails and begin flailing around wildly. The ones that are burning good actually begin uprooting themselves and running around while still flailing and getting dangerously close to striking the combatants and/or lighting them aflame as well.
Lord_Gareth
"Son of a b*tch. Can't there be something ordinary in Hell, just once?"
Tyler then notices the cubes dropping at him.
"Sh*t."
He begins playing wildly, sending waves of sound at the cubes as they fall, turning them from very heavy falling objects into very light, fast-moving shrapnel that shreds trees and combatants alike. He recieves many more cuts, but a few cuts are better than being flattened. He considers taking the potion Inaya gave him, but not yet. He still needed his blood flowing.
He changes his tune, something slow and mournful, and somehow even darker than his previous song. Listening to it sends shudders of revulsion down the audience's spines; the tune Tyler now plays is one of pure evil, whose origins are found only in the songbooks of the foulest bards.
"Hateful Sorrows."
The words are sang out, more like liquid than sound. Harmon and Bob are seized by a feeling foreign to the demon prince, but familiar to the elf; a crushing despair, a sadness more deep and profound than mortals can comprehend. As the tune plays, ice expands from the boy's feet, freezing trees and extinguishing flame.
Inaya also feels the effects of the song, though it is not an attack; she feels the darkness of Tyler's soul pouring forth, all the evil that lives within him set free in the form of sound. Horrid and alluring at once, the sound floats through her mind like a ghost through the ether.
Inaya_Elrissa
Ha! Speaking while invisible! What a fool.
Looking toward the sound, I see a trickle of blood falling from an unseen source, moving higher and higher with each passing second. And then it stops, blood falling from far above the arena.
Got him.
And then a haunting melody washes over me, stripping my defenses and boring into my very soul. Filled with evil and despair...yet I cannot get enough of it. It consumes my spirit, and I feel nothing but the music. The music is the embodiment of my companion's soul, and it is unexpectedly dark...dark, exciting, and addictive. It opens the hidden passages of the mind, revealing secrets I thought long forgotten...and that i did not want to remember. The family around the table, the father raving mad, screaming insanely at his wife and children, propped up in their chairs, their corpses slowly rotting...the unburied dead, thousands killed to save others from the plague, while the doctors stood by their noble clients...the screams of those dying from hunger, without the funds to support themselves or their family...all the horrors I have ever seen...even...I shudder...those I saw, uncaring...before I decided I would not tolerate the atrocities...my soul rebels, but the music bares all. Hatred wells up inside of me...not hatred of Tyler, although he revealed all to me, but of the world itself for allowing such things to occur. Things I allowed to occur. My moment of darkest despair descends then, and my blade turns toward myself. My companion and I...both darker than we could ever imagine...how do we deserve to live?
Then the last chords die away, and the magic is lifted. My soul exhales, and the evil flows out. The elation is impossible to describe. I know my true self now...and I accept it. I have seen and done terrible things...but I am not a monster. Nor is Tyler, for all the evil that his soul might contain...there is good inside. And that is enough. If we can overcome that, we can overcome anything.
Filled with new resolve, I look upward. The elf is high, but I have sunk lower than imaginable, and risen to new heights...and nothing seems impossible now. This is merely another test...and tests of the body are much simpler than tests of the mind.
Coiling my legs beneath me, I spring upward. My rising spirit grants me strength, and I rise like the morning sun. The wind whips in my face, and my blade splits the air. Ribbons trail behind me, the silver razorwire embedded in them slashing the sky apart. Sunlight glints off the metal...visible only to me, but there none the less. The light is soothing...the darkness is gone.
And then I strike out, my seeking blade slashing through the air above the invisible wound. A slight whisper of steel, and my hands meld with the steel as I cycle through strike after strike, perfectly executed. The mind is greater than the body...
The scimitar spins in a hurricane of steel, and each motion lashes my opponent's flesh with ribbons of steel. I have survived the darkness. I have defeated my own despair...I have overcome myself. And I am unstoppable.
Lord_Gareth
OOC
((You know the only person left on the ground is Tyler, right? And he's, you know, pouring out pure evil in the form of song. Come on, I even spent the time and made a little aside for Inaya and everything...))
Inaya_Elrissa
OOC
Well, I didn't honestly know what to do with it. Also, Harmond is on the ground, simply invisible. What did you have in mind? I was actually in the middle of writing that when you posted, so I'm a little stuck. I'm willing to edit :D
EDIT: Wow...my second idea actually worked. I thought I'd be stuck there forever. :D
Lord_Gareth
As Inaya rips into Harmon the the air, Tyler drinks the potion, finally feeling the do-or-die instinct that forces him to. His wounds heal, and most of the blood he lost is replaced, though he still feels mildly light-headed. He feels a strange sense of taint, as though he'd done something ineffably wrong. Odd, that. Song couldn't be a sin.
Then the Daemon Magus looks up, and sees Inaya in her graceful dance of death. He is mezmerized by her movements, even as she fights in midair, an environment that cannot be familiar to her. A single, whispered phrase, something he is unaware that he speaks.
"I love you."
Something breaks free in Tyler's mind, in his soul, with that unconcious admission. He weeps openly, tears of joy and sorrow as he gazes on Inaya. He only wanted to be with her, and this fight was not only stopping that, it was putting her at risk.
For the third time in the match, Tyler slashes open his arm, drawing blood as eldritch fuel. He begins playing, and Inaya feels a surge of strength, of speed and fortitude. Tyler's song is shielding her, and strengthening her, giving her what she needs to fight harder and faster than any mortal has right to.
Gideon_Gideonson
A new melody spills out of Tyler's instrument, emboding life itself. Speed, grace, strength...it pours out in its raw form, and I cannot help but be caught up in it. I had thought I was moving fast before...it was nothing to now. The beat reaches an impossible tempo, but my blade matches it. Slashes fall on my foe like rain...each seperate, yet it feels to me like each strikes out in the same heartbeat. My blade responds perfectly, nothing more than an extension of my will. I am the music.
OOC
Darn...wrong account. Well...you know who it is.
Revlis_Nogard
Harmond can only stand (hover) in horror as Inaya continues to shred the poor elf's body to ribbons. Ounce after ounce of blood flows from his ever-opening body. It isn't the size of the cuts; it's simply the sheer number of slashes that is causing Harmond to get weaker...and weaker...and weaker...He begins to see a bright tunnel, leading someplace far, far away. He becomes visible again, unable to hold the invisibility that had allowed him to pull off his dirty tricks. He begins to lose altitude slowly, when suddenly, Harmond's body is enveloped in a conflagration of arcane flames. Before his body hits ground, it is nothing but a pile of ash, no sign of any elf can be seen from it.
Then the ash begins to burn. at first, it is only a light flame, but it eventually becomes a bonfire in the middle of Sorcen's arena. The pillar of smoke rises towards the ceiling as the flames begin to burn hotter and hotter until the tounges are about the size of a human...or, more aptly, a short elf.
"SO...BET YOU TWO THOUGHT THAT WAS MIGHTY FUNNY, DIDN'T YA?! WELL, YOU WON'T FIND THIS NEXT PART ALL THAT HUMOROUS, I'LL TELL YOU THAT RIGHT NOW!"
From the flames...steps out Harmond. But, he is different: his skin is jet black and his eyes and hair have become a flaming crimson. His breaths exhale a smoggy fume that smells like that of rotting flesh.
"Well now...we had always hoped you two kids would get together. Just one question: Which layer of Hell would you like your honeymoon in? I hear Dis is nice this time of millenia. Because, you two are going to die. Right now."
Harmond grins a smile of unsurpassable malevolence as he leans his head back and begins to chant:
"Hein ron hirai sabeios
Herim radisha redieah adonai
Asmodeous yar tetoragramaton saday
Mersias agios ishuros emanuel agra alpha omega!"
Once the chant is completed, a huge, burning pentagram erupts at the feet of Harmond. A puff of black putrid smoke sprgins from the middle of it. Once it clears, the figure of...a lowly dretch stands in the middle of the pentagram, which is beginning to fade. Harmond simply points a finger at the demon, sends out a pale, green ray, and the beast turns to dust.
"What...you didn't think my ultimate attack was summoning, did you? Geez, cant you people tell I'm an evoker?
I just needed one component..."
Harmond lifts up a handfull of the dust. He tosses it up in to the air...and the grains of dust begin to expand. Expand into what appear to be spheres of pure blackness and emptiness. They remain motionless for just moment until Harmond points each of his hands at either Tyler or Inaya, and flicks his wrists. The spheres fly out, like a shotgun of pure nothingness, and fly towards his two opponents.
"RAIN OF ANNIHILATION!"
Lord_Bahamut
Bob cocks an eyebrow at Harmond and the other combatants as he steps out from hiding.
VERY IMPRESSIVE. ALLOW ME TO HELP.
Bob swirls into a foggy mist deep gray in color. The mist coils aroudn Harmond, and forms a burnished gray sphere around him. Harmond immediatley notices that the music fades away as Bob blocks the eldritch energy. While some of Inaya's blows get through to Harmond, the vast majority of them bounce off of Bob's shield and send blue sparks sizzling through the air where she strikes the shield. Bob's voice thunders in Harmond's ears.
I CAN BLOCK THEIR ATTACKS FOR A TIME, HUMAN. BUT EVEN I AM NOT INVINCIBLE. THE WOMAN'S ATTACKS ARE POWERFUL, AND THE MAGE WEARS AT ME. FINISH THEM BEFORE I TIRE.
The shield grows slowly thinner as Inaya and Tyler hammer away at it.
Lord_Gareth
"Right now, I am SO glad I watched Labrinth."
Tyler begins a new tune, an 80's kind of rock that jumps and spikes in places. And then he begins to sing once more.
"You remind me of the babe
What babe?
The babe with the power
What power?
The power of voodoo
Voodoo?
You do
Do what?
Remind me of the babe.
I saw my babe
Cryin' hard as babe could cry
What could I do?
My baby's love had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew
What kind of magic spell to use
Sticks and snails?
Or puppy dog tails?
Thunder or lightning?
And baby said:
The sound of a baby giggling appears, as if from nothing, and despite the silliness of the tune, Tyler is gathering eldritch power. As he reaches the chorus, the magic releases.
"Dance magic dance
Dance magic dance
Put that magic spell on me
Ooh, ooh, let it free
Jump magic jump
Jump magic jump
Put that magic spell on me
Ooh, ooh, let it free."
Tyler grins cockily and plays a final chord, and the spells in the Arena shatter, leaving chaos as they devolve into wild magic, uncontrolled and uncontrollable.
"It's beyond any of us now. Nothing to do but wait it out, elfling."
Revlis_Nogard
"Oh, we'll see about that, human. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve..."
Harmond again points his pointer and middle fingers at Tyler. He is slowly beginning to turn back to his normal self after stepping out of the flames. He closes his eyes momentarily, but quickly opens them expecting another barrage of beams to fly from his fingers.
Only, the rays don't come. Only puffs of smoke begin to rise from them, puffs that have no apparent function or purpose.
"You've GOT to be kidding me...now?! This is kind of important! No, that can't be right!"
Harmond begins to count on his fingers for some unkown purpose. He looks up after finishing, looking very upset. He begins kicking the dirt and gravel of the arena, swearing afwully loudly.
"Stupid @%^((*%#$%@$#@& spells ^$#%$*&%$#@(*& running out in the middle of a ^$@$&(*(*& battle!! Could you have picked a worse time?! Honestly!!"
Harmond stops and begins to regain his composure. He scratches his chin in a ponderous manner, and looks at his opponents. He once again pulls the knife he used to stab himself, and goes into a stance to face his opponents.
"This battle just got a teensy bit more complicated..."
Lord_Gareth
"How about this. You and me, one on one. No friends, no spells, no tricks. Just you and me, man to man."
Tyler shifts his grip on the guitar, holding it by the neck as a fencer would hold his raipier.
"Agreed?"
Revlis_Nogard
Harmond looks at the mage for a moment, and thinks about his offer.
"Okay, human. One on one, weapon to weapon."
The elf then proceeds charge Tyler head on, his dagger at his side waiting to get in close enough for a fatal thrust.
"Just need one good hit..."
Lord_Gareth
Those who saw Tyler's last fight notice that he is a lot better with his guitar than he was with a belt knife. He swings conservatively, trying to keep Harmon at the edge of the weapon's reach as he hacks. Guitar meets knife more than once as the two clash, but the whole time, Tyler is grinning.
"Guess what? I lied. Inaya, NOW!"
Tyler leaps into the air, way over the head of his opponent, slinging his guitar hastily over his shoulder and drawing a glock with his left hand.
Revlis_Nogard
"I like you, human...BECAUSE SO DID I!!!"
Harmond quickly throws the knife at Tyler which begins to split into what appear to be orbs of acid that begin to expand and fly towards Tyler. He then points one hand at Tyler and the other at Inaya and begins basting the two competitors with pale, green rays, flying at them.
While the two are trying to avoid the blasts, Harmond pounds his fist into the ground, forming another staircase to form. The sound of heavy boots and the knocking of bows can be heard as a team of archers runs up the stairs and begins to fire volleys at Tyler and Inaya. While in flight, the arrows shatter and become bolts of lightning, now surging towards Harmond's opponents.
Gideon_Gideonson
At Tyler's call, I spring into action. His mental plea fresh in my mind, I leap upwards and grasp his right hand firmly.
OOC
Gareth, make your move. :D
Also...damn it! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I USE THE WRONG ACCOUNT!!!
Lord_Gareth
The contact with Inaya is exhilirating..and inspiring. Tyler clutches her hand firmly and they spin through the air in a graceful dance, avoiding rays and bolts alike as Tyler squeezes off shots with his glock. He holsters the gun, twirls once, twice, and on the third revolution, throws Inaya higher in the air, bringing out his guitar.
He rips his hand across it, sending the loudest, most intense sound wave he's ever cast. His blood is still pouring from his arm, but he doesn't care. Tyler's running on adrenalin now. The sound wave blasts the Daemon Magus back, and he grabs Inaya's hand again. He twirls them around, and then lets go and they fly apart.
"Dance of Blades!"
The sound coming from Tyler's guitar now is the antithesis of his earlier song; purity and good radiates from the music. Shimmering, golden chains of magic link Tyler and Inaya as the song's tempo increases, and Inaya's ribbons dance about and lengthen. Finally, as the song reaches a crescendo, they shatter, flying about the battlefield in a deadly dance. Tyler and Inaya meet back up and descend on Harmon, the Daemon Magus smiling with victory.
OOC
Team attack, B*tches. That felt good. The ribbons are now very, very deadly animated objects. Needless to say, the archers are very dead.
Revlis_Nogard
The remains of Harmond's shattered archers turn to pieces of wood and clay, lying lifeless on the floor.
"Summon golem platoon...that was a useful spell to make..."
Harmond begins to move as fast as he can backpedaling around the arena to stay ahead of his foes. They are quickly gaining on him, and Harmond needs to think of a plan...fast...
"Well, if anything can be said about you two lovebirds, it's that you keep things interesting, that's for sure. I really don't have too many options right now...looks like I'll need to make some u-wait a second..."
Harmond smiles a mischievious grin and notices all of the blood that Tyler has lost...not to mention all of the damage that the mage has taken...
It's a gamble...but hell if I'm not a gambler...
Harmond simply looks at Tyler and shouts one word:
""MORTUUM!!"
A cold, chilling force overwhelms Tyler. A phantasmal hand begins to take his life force away, dragging his soul away from its body prematurely.
"Don't worry, mage. You can die knowing that your love suffered considerably before joining you."
Harmond then shifts his attention to Inaya. He raises on of his hands, and horrid, spiked tentacles erupt from the earth and grabs Inaya's wirsts and ankles, forcing her to drop her blades. The spikes cut deep, deep into her skin as another tentacle wraps around her chest and begins to constrict her lungs...
Lord_Gareth
OOC
Thank god for that potion of heal he drank earlier from Inaya. Otherwise, that would have ended him
"INAYA!"
Tyler focuses his thoughts on banishing the dark force grappling with his soul, and it dissapates, unable to pierce his will. The dancing blades below rip into the tentacles, freeing Inaya, but the two are still falling fast towards Harmond. Tyler raises his guitar, screaming a feral, unthinking yell of rage. Inaya was hurt, badly, and this elf would pay.
The Daemon Magus brings the Axe down fast, rolling with the impact of the ground and coming up swinging. There was no time left for rational thought; it is now kill or be killed.
Revlis_Nogard
"Good, now's he mad...end game."
Harmond brushes the air out of his face, pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and begins to take a few puffs. Tyler is charging and Inaya is falling, however Harmond seems completely serene. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out single, sliver needle, almost invisible to the naked eye. He throws it to the ground like a child would an old toy, and smiles.
"I'll see you in Hell."
Stone spikes begin to jut thorw the floor of Sorcen's arena. They are not like caltrop spikes, no, these are spears of earthen might that come from the ground and begin to impale Tyler's ever weakening body. The first enters his left thigh, then his adbomenum (spelling?), then his back. After these three, hundreds more erupt into the poor mage, his body now fulls of stone spikes. But what Harmond thinks will affect Tyler more is what comes next.
More spikes appear to come, however nowhere near Tyler. They are closer to the falling body of his love, Inaya, as her person falls from the sky, falling closer and closer to the ever-rising bed of rock lances that Harmond has summoned. Harmond then pulls out a single woolen bandage, inked with what appear to be runes. He wraps it around his forearm. In ding so, the runes fade, however Harmond's wounds are beginning to shut themselves, and the elf seems to be removed of any fatigue he was experiencing from the battle.
OOC
Wow...Harmond is becoming more and more of a bastard by the minute...I originally had him at Chaotic Neutral, but after this battle, I think that needs to change...
Lord_Gareth
OOC
You ignore razor blades (from the team assault, there was more than enough to blanket the battlefield), but auto-hit with spikes? Now that's just rude. Also, it's "Abdomen". You SO screwed that up.
Tyler coughs up a great gout of blood as the spikes impale him. He glares utter hatred at Harmond, not daring to look at Inaya.
"If..," he spits out more blood, "I'm going down...you're...coming...with me. Tempus...Fugit."
Time blinks once more, and when it comes back into focus, Tyler is standing, bleeding from innumerable and massive wounds, next to Harmond, a blade of ice deep in the elf's throat.
"Die...and go to Hell with me..."
He spits up a last gout of blood, shudders, and rips the knife through Harmond, heading down into the chest. When it pierces the heart, Tyler collapses, dead.
Revlis_Nogard
OOC
Sh*t...I need to learn to multitask...now I have to go change stuff. Sorry about that; that was rude. My fault entirely.
Harmond...barely survives the knife blade, as it missed his heart by but a few inches. What Harmond has unfortunately neglected was the dancing blades: either because he was too egotistical, or too wrapped up in the moment. Whatever the reason, the hole that Tyler pierces into the young elf gave the weapons a free ride into Harmond. His internal organs are simply ripped into tiny elf mincemeat, as his foe's final attack tears Harmond apart. Harmond can only look down as the blads exit his body. The spears collapse into dust, and Harmond takes a long, long drag from his cigarette.
"Well...I'll be damned."
Harmond falls to the floor.
Revlis_Nogard
A short, gaunt elf enters Sorcen's arena. He looks around, somewhat unimpressed, but makes tactical notes of the area: places to hide, places to snipe from, and places to entrap his opponent.
"This isn't that much different from the Grand Arena in Sharn... unfortunately, I never did well in the Arena...crap...
I wonder who this 'Bob' guy is... sounds like a...unimpressive name."
Lord_Bahamut
A small white rabbit hops out into the arena. Its eyes are blood red, and it looks like it has little claws on it's paws. It hops over to Harmond and fixes him with a beady eye.
I AM BOB. I HAVE COME TO TEST MY SKILLS AGAINST YOU CREATURE WHO DOMINATE MY WORLD. SOON, I WILL LAUNCH AN ATTACK ON ALL OF EBERRON, AND IN DOING SO LIBERATE MY FELLOW ANIMALS FROM THE TYRANNY OF HUMANS AND OTHER TWO-LEGS.
The rabbit shifts and then a tall, gaunt man stands where the rabbit once was. He wears dark gray tunic and breeches, and has sandals made of some strange grey skin. He also has a spear with a half-moon blade sticking up from his back.
His voice booms out without him opening his mouth.
UNFORTUNATELY, MY FIRST MATCH HAS ME TEAMED UP WITH AN ELF. HMPH. I GUESS YOU WILL HAVE TO DO UNTIL I KILL YOU LATER.
He draws his half-moon bladed spear, and blood-red sparks jump around on the dull gray blade as soon as he touches it.
LET'S GET ON WITH THIS... HARMON, CORRECT?
Revlis_Nogard
"Wow...and I thought I did badly last time in an arena...this time I'm paired up with a rabbit...
Well, I suppose if we fought those celery monsters that the one Gatekeeper I fought created, we'll be okay."
Harmond shakes his head several times to get himself back on track.
"Anyway...yeah, I'm Harmond. And I don't know who we're fightin', but from the looks of what our talents are...I'd say that you keep 'em distracted with your jolly ol' scythe there, and I'll keep 'em pinned down with fire...and acid...and whatever else I can come up with."
Lord_Gareth
Harmon and Bob hear him long before he actually steps into view. Strumming his guitar and tuning, Tyler walks onto the battlefield, grinning a cocky, annoying little grin that parents seemed to hate.
"I don't suppose you two would consider peaceful surrender? I'd hate to have to clean up the guts when Inaya finishes with you, see."
He slides on a pair of gloves, metal plated like the rest of his clothing and with small spikes coming out of the knuckles.
Inaya_Elrissa
"Clear up the guts? Not likely...did you plan on leaving guts? I didn't."
My hand closes on my blade as I walk into the sunlit arena and take my place in front of Tyler. An elf and a man...the elf looks fast...fast, but weak. Provided I reach him, he should pose no great threat, unless he has some outside power assisting him. The man now...I don't know what to make of him. Perhaps he has some demonic heritage...
Scythes are clumsy though, and I can play havoc with clumsy fighters. Once inside his reach, I should tear him apart.
Though Tyler could be a problem...he's the real wild card here...I have no idea how he fights. So far he's been carefree, which is a good sign. No nervesness of reckless haste, but I have yet to see how he handles himself...hopefully he does well. He's such an interesting person...
No time, no time. Focus. You're as bad as your sisters.
My hand tightens on the hilt of my blade. I am eager to draw it...eager to begin...and...well...to see what Tyler is capable of.
"So...who's willing to expose themselves first? Should I, or is someone else going to move?"
Lord_Gareth
"Allow me, milady."
Tyler begins playing, the song moving fast from the beginning and moving faster even now.
"Let's begin with some accelerando, and maybe just a bit of dance. And a-one, and a-two, and a -"
He steps out from behind Inaya and rips his hand across the guitar, sending a solid wave of sound blasting towards Bob and Harmond. Swiftly, he returns to his song, and Inaya and he begin to blur as they speed up.
OOC
The blast was more or less a Shout. Inaya and Tyler are now Hasted. Let the battle begin!
Inaya_Elrissa
Hmm...A nice beginning. I can feel the wind brushing my cheeks as I run forward, and my blade whines in the air as I draw it. Time to test these opponents.
Inaya rushes forward, her blade whipping out so fast that it seems only a silver blur. Moving like something out of a dream, she strikes out towards Harmond, her blade nothing more than a whisper of steel as it moves faster than the eye can follow.
Revlis_Nogard
"Oh shi-"
Harmond looks surprised for only a moment at the wave of sound and the ferocious speed of Inaya's charge. He lifts up his hand and snaps his fingers. The sound continues to rush forward, but suddenly impacts something that doesn't seem to be there. The sound of shattering glass can be heard all throughout the arena as the wave is stopped by a quick veil of force.
"Oh my...so, THAT'S how we're gonna play this...no tricks, eh? I always like to warm up a little bit."
As Inaya is only moments away, Harmond flips his hands in a quick pattern and says a couple of words of what seems like gibberish. Suddenly...Harmond is gone...
Inaya_Elrissa
"Ha! That was a nice trick, sir elf."
My blade slashes down, and I turn the movement into a scything motion, spinning around with the edge at stomach height. Hopefully he's still within range...although his reactions are so fast, that I highly doubt it. Still...maybe I'll get lucky.
Revlis_Nogard
Inaya's graceful strike flies through the air, and even with all the added finesse, it is still a wild miss. A miss that seems to continue to swing, against Inaya's will. It comes back at her, her own sword now craving her flesh, not her opponent's.
"Careful there, sweetums. I hear those things are sharp."
A streak of yellow energy blazes from directly above Tyler. It's a pure conflagration...but, somehow, condensed into a single point.
"And that's for your little sound wave trick!"
Lord_Gareth
Tyler blithely ignores the flame as it comes crashing down upon him, sending a plume of smoke into the air. But the sound of his playing doesn't stop, and when the smoke clears, the Daemon Magus is standing there, playing his guitar.
"You'd think people would learn not to use fire against Daemon Magi. Ah well, better for me."
The tune shifts, and Tyler begins singing.
"Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken, your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing ... in me
(Will you give in to me?)
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently, it changes
Oh, no, there's no turning back now
You've woken up the demon ... in me."
His guitar's arcane design slowly starts glowing with light as he continues singing, and his outfit likewise charges. As he sounds the final words, the designs appear in fire on the ground, one inside the other. The ground cracks, and a massive, demonic form rips forth. Standing to its full height, the Balor roars, it's dog head a cruel mockery of true canines.
"Sic 'em, boy!"
The demon sniffs the air, and then cracks a whip of fire at Harmon.
Revlis_Nogard
"Ho-hum...demons...anything less creative from you?
Oh wait...that's fire, isn't it?"
The flame whip cracks through the air and strikes Harmond directly in the chest. The searing pian is unbearable, but Harmond gains his composure and turns to face his demon opponent. He lefts up his hand and begins to snap his fingers in an extremely rapid succession. Sparks begin to fly from them as Harmond begins to taunt the demon.
"Heeeeey lookielookielookielookielookielookielook ielookie!"
The demon's attention is momentarily distracted as Harmond brings a blade of force into the demon's flank. The demon cries out as Harmond twists the blade in the demon. Harmond takes a deep, deep breath and exhales a hail of frost at the demon. Its crystalized body falls to the earth and cracks into a thousand tiny pieces. Harmond falls to the ground, looks at Tyler, and makes a large scowl.
"That was NOT, I repeat, NOT cool!"
Harmond calmly walks up to Tyler, and snaps his fingers. Nothing seems to happen. Then, Harmond juts out his hand simply pushes Tyler...down a flight of stairs that wasn't there when the battle began.
"Awwww, did the heavy metal rocker take a fall?"
Lord_Gareth
Tyler rolls backwards down the first step, and then kicks off the stairs, slamming the side of his guitar into it. The instrument bites in deep, and the Daemon Magus slows, and finally stops.
"Great, sarcastic elves. You know, I knew a drow once. Nice guy, but had the same problem you do. Tell you what, I'll have him meet you sometime. 'Till then, Tempus Fugit!"
Tyler slams the button on his pocket watch, and time blinks. Several things are immediately apparant. The first is that Harmon is no longer wearing pants. Tyler has appeared next to Inaya, his guitar on his back, and his glocks out. The third is that Tyler is chanting something. He snaps his fingers, and the ground buckles and then shreds, shooting shrapnel out from where he and Inaya stand.
"Hey elfie, how'd ya like a taste of some Devastators? Inaya, cover your ears."
He points his guns at Harmon and starts unloading the clips at the unfortunate elf.
Revlis_Nogard
Harmond simply laughs at his opponent.
"Oh, that's how you wanna play this?! Bring it on, human!"
Harmond doesn't move, flinch, or show any sign of fear. He simply lifts up his hands, points both of his index and middle fingers at his opponents. He closes his eyes and whispers
"Traveler, watch over me..."
The tips of Harmond's fingers begin to glow with a crackling of lightning, the chill of frost, the terrible acridity of acid, and a cruel, twisted sound. This is all released in a barrage of rays and beams that don't seem to have any kind of end. The bullets and the rays pass by each other and fly towards their respective targets.
Lord_Gareth
"Oh shizz. Inaya, get behind me!"
Tyler slides in front of his partner, making sure she's covered. The magic is streaking towards him, and he incants hastily. It doesn't look like he's going to finish the spell in time, and when he realizes it, he rushes forward to take the blasts straight on. The acid rips into his shoulder as the sound makes his jaw rattle, but luckily he remembered to slacken it, so he manages to keep his teeth.
He isn't so lucky with lightning and ice. They blast him full on in the chest, and while all the metal he wears disperses the blasts, they are still potent. He staggers, then drops to his knees.
"Ow. That...hurt. A lot. Oh, elf, beneath you."
In between Harmon's legs is a small, green object, small enough to be held in the hand.
"Instant..summoning...works across time...b*tch."
And the grenade explodes.
Revlis_Nogard
.sedolpxe edanerg eht dnA
".hct*b...emit ssorca skrow...gninommus..tnatsnI"
.dnah eht ni dleh eb ot hgoune llams ,tcejbo neerg ,llams a si sgel s'nomraH neewteb nIn between Harmon's legs is a small, green object, small enough to be--
"OH NO, NOT AGAIN!"
Harmond quicly kicks the grenade at Tyler and his companion, now that he knows that's there.
"And Wish can reverse time...moron."
Lord_Gareth
The kick is good, but, inexplicably, the grenade stops after moving only inches. Tyler is holding his hand forward, and a heavy gold ring is sitting on it.
"Ring of telekinisis. Boom, baby."
The grenade explodes again, and Tyler moves, right on the edge of the shrapnel. No magic, no tricks, just a crescent kick at head level with a heel that's weighted with lead.
Inaya_Elrissa
Shards of metal fly from the egg floating in the air before Tyler, and I barely manage to twist out of the way in time. Whatever it was, it held strong magic...the blast alone jars my body and sends me sprawling on the floor.
Rising slowly, I look up to see Tyler spinning around, aiming a kick toward the elf's head. An attack, to be sure...but also, just maybe, a distraction.
Reaching down to my leg, I ease out my knife, and let the pommel settle into my palm. Then, with a swift flick of my wrist, a streak of cold steel flies from my open fingers toward the elf's back.
With any luck, he won't see that coming.
Lord_Bahamut
Bob looks up from his demonic musings and suddenly realizes the battle is already in siwng. Muttering an oath coarse enough to send even adult rabbits running back to their burrows, he leaps toward Tyler. Flinging a hand out that glows with pale green light, he reverses Inaya's dagger back at her. The blade unleashes a deathly wail as it flies through the air, and it leaves an extra-dimensional rip in space as it hurtles toward her.
MY APOLOGIES, HARMOND. I WAS DEEP IN THOUGHT ABOUT HOW TO DESTROY THE CITY OF SHARN IN THE MOST EXPEDITIOUS WAY.
Dashing past Harmond, Bob leads his scythe in a blurring routine of spinning metal and burning elctricty. It slices Tyler's arm before he can leap away, and he is catapulted across the arena. Whirling back to Inaya, he casts another spell and traps her and the dagger inside a pale blue bubble.
TRY GETTING OUT OF THAT.
Lord_Gareth
Tyler goes flying, a stream of blood pouring from his arm, but he draws his guitar and slams it into the ground, stopping himself. He dips his hand in his blood and slathers the axe with it.
"Wrong idea, demon."
He begins playing, a wild, electric tune that sends both chills and a strange, almost disturbing thrill through the competitors.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Blood to blood, rust to rust.
I speak the words of unmaking,
Though long ago
Their works were done"
His voice, though a song, is also inexplicably dark, as though some as-yet unseen malice is being channeled through the Daemon Magus.
"Your darkness is mine
Through fog and time
Our damnation is made
Willingly."
He hits a final chord and glares straight at Harmond and Bob.
"Chords of Dissonance!"
The song picks up again, more wild than before. Everyone, even the audience, can feel the effect as the fabrics of magic streatch thin. Harmon and Bob are seized by an overwhelming urge to slay each other, and still the Daemon Magus plays, his blood leaking from his arm and being absorbed into the spell. The eldritch might he gathers becomes greater with each passing second as reality thins and wanes.
Inaya_Elrissa
Well, that's that fear gone. Tyler seems quite capable of handling himself. Me on the other hand...
How could I have gotten myself immobilized so quickly. The blade was easy to dodge, but this stupid bubble is quite annoying.
Unless...yes, that just might work.
I run against the wall of the sphere with all my force, and, slowly, it moves forward under me. And begins to roll. The bubble thunders onward, gaining terrible momentum from its weight and my speed. Throwing all my weight against the side, I manage to shift the course, and my unwanted shield and I tumble towards the scythe-wielding man...and with the force behind it now, I may even hit the elf.
Only a few feet now...I brace myself against the inside walls, and prepare for impact.
"Hello boys!"
Lord_Bahamut
As Inaya rolls toward Bob, he glances at her with disdain.
I AM NOT THE LORD OF A DEMONIC PLANE FOR NOTHING, FOOL.
As Inaya rolls toward him with increasing momentum, Bob lets her roll onto one hand and then hurls it like a giant baseball towards Tyler. Manipulating the spell ever so slightly, he causes spikes of force to spring out from the ball. Now the ball is more like a large super-spiked flail head of doom. Bob turns back to Harmond and speaks to him.
YOU KNOW, I NEVER REALLY LIKED HUMANS ANYWAY. BUT THAT IS FOR LATER.
Pointing a finger at Tyler, magical silence springs up around him. Concentrating on his spell, Bob throws all his strenght into stamping out Tyler's song. The song is cut off abruptly as the two magical energies fight each other, but little bits of it still filter through Bob's magic as the two spells war against each other.
Lord_Gareth
As the sound cuts out, Tyler does the first thing that comes to mind; he slams his axe into the force bubble. With a look of surprise, the Daemon Magus watches it shatter without a sound, and turns to face Bob again. He raises his two pistols and fires, dashing sideways in a circle to get a better angle.
OOC
Explosive rounds + Holy weapon = Ouch
Sorcen_Anenooata
Sorcen watches the fighting below and decides to spice it up some, he waves his hand and a small forest of bare trees with dark bark. The trees sway due to an eerie wind that blows, something is strange about these trees though... they seem.. too dark, too alive. The trees are sparsely placed and allow plenty of room for the combatants to move around within them.
OOC: Theres your terrain.
Revlis_Nogard
"Oh ho ho! Forest terrain. That's the final nail in your coffin, boys and girls..."
Harmond begins to again discorporate into nothingness. He is gone within the trees, not making a sound or leaving any kind of visual trail. It's as if anyone trying to find him became unable to use any of their senses.
Suddenly, rays, dozens of them. Every conceivable color, size, and shape (shapes like line, line, and the occaisional line) come out in a tour de force that could be mistaken for fireworks.
Only much deadlier. They zig and zag in and out of the trees, flying with ungodly speed and superb accuracy towards their targets.
In Bob's mind, Harmond's voice chimes in:
So, about that cover. You should probably go about finding some...
Lord_Gareth
With speed born of a combination of desperation, adrenalin, and an odd, overwhelming desire to keep Inaya from harm, Tyler rips more blood from his arm, sending it into the rays that pass near them. Oddly, it congeals to a nearly solid mass as it approaches the targets, stopping the rays. Though he is beginning to feel lightheaded, Tyler yet stands. He begins playing again, his arm slicking the strings with more blood. But, as he plays, the silence shatters, and sound returns again to the woods.
"Now...you've...p*ssed..me..off..elf..br at. Ignis Daemonia!"
The fireball erupts outward, originating in a ring from Tyler and Inaya. The trees catch flame as the ball devours the woods within forty feet of the Daemon Magus. But his plan isn't to catch Harmon in the flames; it's the trees he's after.
"Oderint dum metuant."
More of Tyler's blood drains away into the ether as it fuels the spell, adding more strength than the Daemon Magus would normally be able to call. Harmon and Bob are gripped with a suffocating fear of the mage and Inaya, and they have only one, overpowering urge; flee, surrender, do anything to get away from the beings before them.
Inaya_Elrissa
Gods above...he's bleeding badly!
Rushing to Tyler's side, I pull out my healing elixir and slide it into his pocet.
"Here. Don't die on me now...I swear I'll kill you myself if you do."
Now...those clowns are going to pay. My body fades away into the ether, leaving only a figmented shell, as I begin to stalk my prey. This is to easy. I look to my left, and can just make out my visible image darting towards the human, or whatever he is. Its an especially realistic one, if I do say so myself. But, even as it strikes down, its blade a reality despite its illusion, I am ready, and unseen. There is silence...but the last rays came from this direction. He's here somewhere. I just need to find him...
OOC
Yeah, Inaya has some odd tactics. She'd probably, if made, be a Ninja/Swashbuckler/Swordsage/Dervish/Gemini Dancer (for those who visit the class boards). So if she does some...wierd stuff, don't yell at me. :D
Revlis_Nogard
Harmond, while completely terrified, pulls a small dagger from a wrist sheath, and stabs himself lightly in the thigh muscle.
"Pain over fear...pain over fear...pain over fear..."
As the blood seeps down leg, warming his feet as the crimson fluid runs. He sees the forest around in erupting in flames, and decides that it's pretty much time to book. He takes off to the sky of the arena.
"Oh my...now that is quite a fire...hmmmm...I know what I can do!"
Harmond reaches into a pouch and pulls out a number of small wooden cubes, which could easily be mistaken for gaming dice if there were numbers on the faces. Harmond begins to make a bombing run; as he drops them on Tyler, since he can't seem to see Inaya in all of the smoke. The cubes begin to expand from half an inch to five feet. They now easily weigh over 1000 lbs.
"Well, bombs away!"
Sorcen_Anenooata
As the trees light aflame, they begin moving and let out horrible wails and begin flailing around wildly. The ones that are burning good actually begin uprooting themselves and running around while still flailing and getting dangerously close to striking the combatants and/or lighting them aflame as well.
Lord_Gareth
"Son of a b*tch. Can't there be something ordinary in Hell, just once?"
Tyler then notices the cubes dropping at him.
"Sh*t."
He begins playing wildly, sending waves of sound at the cubes as they fall, turning them from very heavy falling objects into very light, fast-moving shrapnel that shreds trees and combatants alike. He recieves many more cuts, but a few cuts are better than being flattened. He considers taking the potion Inaya gave him, but not yet. He still needed his blood flowing.
He changes his tune, something slow and mournful, and somehow even darker than his previous song. Listening to it sends shudders of revulsion down the audience's spines; the tune Tyler now plays is one of pure evil, whose origins are found only in the songbooks of the foulest bards.
"Hateful Sorrows."
The words are sang out, more like liquid than sound. Harmon and Bob are seized by a feeling foreign to the demon prince, but familiar to the elf; a crushing despair, a sadness more deep and profound than mortals can comprehend. As the tune plays, ice expands from the boy's feet, freezing trees and extinguishing flame.
Inaya also feels the effects of the song, though it is not an attack; she feels the darkness of Tyler's soul pouring forth, all the evil that lives within him set free in the form of sound. Horrid and alluring at once, the sound floats through her mind like a ghost through the ether.
Inaya_Elrissa
Ha! Speaking while invisible! What a fool.
Looking toward the sound, I see a trickle of blood falling from an unseen source, moving higher and higher with each passing second. And then it stops, blood falling from far above the arena.
Got him.
And then a haunting melody washes over me, stripping my defenses and boring into my very soul. Filled with evil and despair...yet I cannot get enough of it. It consumes my spirit, and I feel nothing but the music. The music is the embodiment of my companion's soul, and it is unexpectedly dark...dark, exciting, and addictive. It opens the hidden passages of the mind, revealing secrets I thought long forgotten...and that i did not want to remember. The family around the table, the father raving mad, screaming insanely at his wife and children, propped up in their chairs, their corpses slowly rotting...the unburied dead, thousands killed to save others from the plague, while the doctors stood by their noble clients...the screams of those dying from hunger, without the funds to support themselves or their family...all the horrors I have ever seen...even...I shudder...those I saw, uncaring...before I decided I would not tolerate the atrocities...my soul rebels, but the music bares all. Hatred wells up inside of me...not hatred of Tyler, although he revealed all to me, but of the world itself for allowing such things to occur. Things I allowed to occur. My moment of darkest despair descends then, and my blade turns toward myself. My companion and I...both darker than we could ever imagine...how do we deserve to live?
Then the last chords die away, and the magic is lifted. My soul exhales, and the evil flows out. The elation is impossible to describe. I know my true self now...and I accept it. I have seen and done terrible things...but I am not a monster. Nor is Tyler, for all the evil that his soul might contain...there is good inside. And that is enough. If we can overcome that, we can overcome anything.
Filled with new resolve, I look upward. The elf is high, but I have sunk lower than imaginable, and risen to new heights...and nothing seems impossible now. This is merely another test...and tests of the body are much simpler than tests of the mind.
Coiling my legs beneath me, I spring upward. My rising spirit grants me strength, and I rise like the morning sun. The wind whips in my face, and my blade splits the air. Ribbons trail behind me, the silver razorwire embedded in them slashing the sky apart. Sunlight glints off the metal...visible only to me, but there none the less. The light is soothing...the darkness is gone.
And then I strike out, my seeking blade slashing through the air above the invisible wound. A slight whisper of steel, and my hands meld with the steel as I cycle through strike after strike, perfectly executed. The mind is greater than the body...
The scimitar spins in a hurricane of steel, and each motion lashes my opponent's flesh with ribbons of steel. I have survived the darkness. I have defeated my own despair...I have overcome myself. And I am unstoppable.
Lord_Gareth
OOC
((You know the only person left on the ground is Tyler, right? And he's, you know, pouring out pure evil in the form of song. Come on, I even spent the time and made a little aside for Inaya and everything...))
Inaya_Elrissa
OOC
Well, I didn't honestly know what to do with it. Also, Harmond is on the ground, simply invisible. What did you have in mind? I was actually in the middle of writing that when you posted, so I'm a little stuck. I'm willing to edit :D
EDIT: Wow...my second idea actually worked. I thought I'd be stuck there forever. :D
Lord_Gareth
As Inaya rips into Harmon the the air, Tyler drinks the potion, finally feeling the do-or-die instinct that forces him to. His wounds heal, and most of the blood he lost is replaced, though he still feels mildly light-headed. He feels a strange sense of taint, as though he'd done something ineffably wrong. Odd, that. Song couldn't be a sin.
Then the Daemon Magus looks up, and sees Inaya in her graceful dance of death. He is mezmerized by her movements, even as she fights in midair, an environment that cannot be familiar to her. A single, whispered phrase, something he is unaware that he speaks.
"I love you."
Something breaks free in Tyler's mind, in his soul, with that unconcious admission. He weeps openly, tears of joy and sorrow as he gazes on Inaya. He only wanted to be with her, and this fight was not only stopping that, it was putting her at risk.
For the third time in the match, Tyler slashes open his arm, drawing blood as eldritch fuel. He begins playing, and Inaya feels a surge of strength, of speed and fortitude. Tyler's song is shielding her, and strengthening her, giving her what she needs to fight harder and faster than any mortal has right to.
Gideon_Gideonson
A new melody spills out of Tyler's instrument, emboding life itself. Speed, grace, strength...it pours out in its raw form, and I cannot help but be caught up in it. I had thought I was moving fast before...it was nothing to now. The beat reaches an impossible tempo, but my blade matches it. Slashes fall on my foe like rain...each seperate, yet it feels to me like each strikes out in the same heartbeat. My blade responds perfectly, nothing more than an extension of my will. I am the music.
OOC
Darn...wrong account. Well...you know who it is.
Revlis_Nogard
Harmond can only stand (hover) in horror as Inaya continues to shred the poor elf's body to ribbons. Ounce after ounce of blood flows from his ever-opening body. It isn't the size of the cuts; it's simply the sheer number of slashes that is causing Harmond to get weaker...and weaker...and weaker...He begins to see a bright tunnel, leading someplace far, far away. He becomes visible again, unable to hold the invisibility that had allowed him to pull off his dirty tricks. He begins to lose altitude slowly, when suddenly, Harmond's body is enveloped in a conflagration of arcane flames. Before his body hits ground, it is nothing but a pile of ash, no sign of any elf can be seen from it.
Then the ash begins to burn. at first, it is only a light flame, but it eventually becomes a bonfire in the middle of Sorcen's arena. The pillar of smoke rises towards the ceiling as the flames begin to burn hotter and hotter until the tounges are about the size of a human...or, more aptly, a short elf.
"SO...BET YOU TWO THOUGHT THAT WAS MIGHTY FUNNY, DIDN'T YA?! WELL, YOU WON'T FIND THIS NEXT PART ALL THAT HUMOROUS, I'LL TELL YOU THAT RIGHT NOW!"
From the flames...steps out Harmond. But, he is different: his skin is jet black and his eyes and hair have become a flaming crimson. His breaths exhale a smoggy fume that smells like that of rotting flesh.
"Well now...we had always hoped you two kids would get together. Just one question: Which layer of Hell would you like your honeymoon in? I hear Dis is nice this time of millenia. Because, you two are going to die. Right now."
Harmond grins a smile of unsurpassable malevolence as he leans his head back and begins to chant:
"Hein ron hirai sabeios
Herim radisha redieah adonai
Asmodeous yar tetoragramaton saday
Mersias agios ishuros emanuel agra alpha omega!"
Once the chant is completed, a huge, burning pentagram erupts at the feet of Harmond. A puff of black putrid smoke sprgins from the middle of it. Once it clears, the figure of...a lowly dretch stands in the middle of the pentagram, which is beginning to fade. Harmond simply points a finger at the demon, sends out a pale, green ray, and the beast turns to dust.
"What...you didn't think my ultimate attack was summoning, did you? Geez, cant you people tell I'm an evoker?
I just needed one component..."
Harmond lifts up a handfull of the dust. He tosses it up in to the air...and the grains of dust begin to expand. Expand into what appear to be spheres of pure blackness and emptiness. They remain motionless for just moment until Harmond points each of his hands at either Tyler or Inaya, and flicks his wrists. The spheres fly out, like a shotgun of pure nothingness, and fly towards his two opponents.
"RAIN OF ANNIHILATION!"
Lord_Bahamut
Bob cocks an eyebrow at Harmond and the other combatants as he steps out from hiding.
VERY IMPRESSIVE. ALLOW ME TO HELP.
Bob swirls into a foggy mist deep gray in color. The mist coils aroudn Harmond, and forms a burnished gray sphere around him. Harmond immediatley notices that the music fades away as Bob blocks the eldritch energy. While some of Inaya's blows get through to Harmond, the vast majority of them bounce off of Bob's shield and send blue sparks sizzling through the air where she strikes the shield. Bob's voice thunders in Harmond's ears.
I CAN BLOCK THEIR ATTACKS FOR A TIME, HUMAN. BUT EVEN I AM NOT INVINCIBLE. THE WOMAN'S ATTACKS ARE POWERFUL, AND THE MAGE WEARS AT ME. FINISH THEM BEFORE I TIRE.
The shield grows slowly thinner as Inaya and Tyler hammer away at it.
Lord_Gareth
"Right now, I am SO glad I watched Labrinth."
Tyler begins a new tune, an 80's kind of rock that jumps and spikes in places. And then he begins to sing once more.
"You remind me of the babe
What babe?
The babe with the power
What power?
The power of voodoo
Voodoo?
You do
Do what?
Remind me of the babe.
I saw my babe
Cryin' hard as babe could cry
What could I do?
My baby's love had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew
What kind of magic spell to use
Sticks and snails?
Or puppy dog tails?
Thunder or lightning?
And baby said:
The sound of a baby giggling appears, as if from nothing, and despite the silliness of the tune, Tyler is gathering eldritch power. As he reaches the chorus, the magic releases.
"Dance magic dance
Dance magic dance
Put that magic spell on me
Ooh, ooh, let it free
Jump magic jump
Jump magic jump
Put that magic spell on me
Ooh, ooh, let it free."
Tyler grins cockily and plays a final chord, and the spells in the Arena shatter, leaving chaos as they devolve into wild magic, uncontrolled and uncontrollable.
"It's beyond any of us now. Nothing to do but wait it out, elfling."
Revlis_Nogard
"Oh, we'll see about that, human. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve..."
Harmond again points his pointer and middle fingers at Tyler. He is slowly beginning to turn back to his normal self after stepping out of the flames. He closes his eyes momentarily, but quickly opens them expecting another barrage of beams to fly from his fingers.
Only, the rays don't come. Only puffs of smoke begin to rise from them, puffs that have no apparent function or purpose.
"You've GOT to be kidding me...now?! This is kind of important! No, that can't be right!"
Harmond begins to count on his fingers for some unkown purpose. He looks up after finishing, looking very upset. He begins kicking the dirt and gravel of the arena, swearing afwully loudly.
"Stupid @%^((*%#$%@$#@& spells ^$#%$*&%$#@(*& running out in the middle of a ^$@$&(*(*& battle!! Could you have picked a worse time?! Honestly!!"
Harmond stops and begins to regain his composure. He scratches his chin in a ponderous manner, and looks at his opponents. He once again pulls the knife he used to stab himself, and goes into a stance to face his opponents.
"This battle just got a teensy bit more complicated..."
Lord_Gareth
"How about this. You and me, one on one. No friends, no spells, no tricks. Just you and me, man to man."
Tyler shifts his grip on the guitar, holding it by the neck as a fencer would hold his raipier.
"Agreed?"
Revlis_Nogard
Harmond looks at the mage for a moment, and thinks about his offer.
"Okay, human. One on one, weapon to weapon."
The elf then proceeds charge Tyler head on, his dagger at his side waiting to get in close enough for a fatal thrust.
"Just need one good hit..."
Lord_Gareth
Those who saw Tyler's last fight notice that he is a lot better with his guitar than he was with a belt knife. He swings conservatively, trying to keep Harmon at the edge of the weapon's reach as he hacks. Guitar meets knife more than once as the two clash, but the whole time, Tyler is grinning.
"Guess what? I lied. Inaya, NOW!"
Tyler leaps into the air, way over the head of his opponent, slinging his guitar hastily over his shoulder and drawing a glock with his left hand.
Revlis_Nogard
"I like you, human...BECAUSE SO DID I!!!"
Harmond quickly throws the knife at Tyler which begins to split into what appear to be orbs of acid that begin to expand and fly towards Tyler. He then points one hand at Tyler and the other at Inaya and begins basting the two competitors with pale, green rays, flying at them.
While the two are trying to avoid the blasts, Harmond pounds his fist into the ground, forming another staircase to form. The sound of heavy boots and the knocking of bows can be heard as a team of archers runs up the stairs and begins to fire volleys at Tyler and Inaya. While in flight, the arrows shatter and become bolts of lightning, now surging towards Harmond's opponents.
Gideon_Gideonson
At Tyler's call, I spring into action. His mental plea fresh in my mind, I leap upwards and grasp his right hand firmly.
OOC
Gareth, make your move. :D
Also...damn it! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I USE THE WRONG ACCOUNT!!!
Lord_Gareth
The contact with Inaya is exhilirating..and inspiring. Tyler clutches her hand firmly and they spin through the air in a graceful dance, avoiding rays and bolts alike as Tyler squeezes off shots with his glock. He holsters the gun, twirls once, twice, and on the third revolution, throws Inaya higher in the air, bringing out his guitar.
He rips his hand across it, sending the loudest, most intense sound wave he's ever cast. His blood is still pouring from his arm, but he doesn't care. Tyler's running on adrenalin now. The sound wave blasts the Daemon Magus back, and he grabs Inaya's hand again. He twirls them around, and then lets go and they fly apart.
"Dance of Blades!"
The sound coming from Tyler's guitar now is the antithesis of his earlier song; purity and good radiates from the music. Shimmering, golden chains of magic link Tyler and Inaya as the song's tempo increases, and Inaya's ribbons dance about and lengthen. Finally, as the song reaches a crescendo, they shatter, flying about the battlefield in a deadly dance. Tyler and Inaya meet back up and descend on Harmon, the Daemon Magus smiling with victory.
OOC
Team attack, B*tches. That felt good. The ribbons are now very, very deadly animated objects. Needless to say, the archers are very dead.
Revlis_Nogard
The remains of Harmond's shattered archers turn to pieces of wood and clay, lying lifeless on the floor.
"Summon golem platoon...that was a useful spell to make..."
Harmond begins to move as fast as he can backpedaling around the arena to stay ahead of his foes. They are quickly gaining on him, and Harmond needs to think of a plan...fast...
"Well, if anything can be said about you two lovebirds, it's that you keep things interesting, that's for sure. I really don't have too many options right now...looks like I'll need to make some u-wait a second..."
Harmond smiles a mischievious grin and notices all of the blood that Tyler has lost...not to mention all of the damage that the mage has taken...
It's a gamble...but hell if I'm not a gambler...
Harmond simply looks at Tyler and shouts one word:
""MORTUUM!!"
A cold, chilling force overwhelms Tyler. A phantasmal hand begins to take his life force away, dragging his soul away from its body prematurely.
"Don't worry, mage. You can die knowing that your love suffered considerably before joining you."
Harmond then shifts his attention to Inaya. He raises on of his hands, and horrid, spiked tentacles erupt from the earth and grabs Inaya's wirsts and ankles, forcing her to drop her blades. The spikes cut deep, deep into her skin as another tentacle wraps around her chest and begins to constrict her lungs...
Lord_Gareth
OOC
Thank god for that potion of heal he drank earlier from Inaya. Otherwise, that would have ended him
"INAYA!"
Tyler focuses his thoughts on banishing the dark force grappling with his soul, and it dissapates, unable to pierce his will. The dancing blades below rip into the tentacles, freeing Inaya, but the two are still falling fast towards Harmond. Tyler raises his guitar, screaming a feral, unthinking yell of rage. Inaya was hurt, badly, and this elf would pay.
The Daemon Magus brings the Axe down fast, rolling with the impact of the ground and coming up swinging. There was no time left for rational thought; it is now kill or be killed.
Revlis_Nogard
"Good, now's he mad...end game."
Harmond brushes the air out of his face, pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and begins to take a few puffs. Tyler is charging and Inaya is falling, however Harmond seems completely serene. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out single, sliver needle, almost invisible to the naked eye. He throws it to the ground like a child would an old toy, and smiles.
"I'll see you in Hell."
Stone spikes begin to jut thorw the floor of Sorcen's arena. They are not like caltrop spikes, no, these are spears of earthen might that come from the ground and begin to impale Tyler's ever weakening body. The first enters his left thigh, then his adbomenum (spelling?), then his back. After these three, hundreds more erupt into the poor mage, his body now fulls of stone spikes. But what Harmond thinks will affect Tyler more is what comes next.
More spikes appear to come, however nowhere near Tyler. They are closer to the falling body of his love, Inaya, as her person falls from the sky, falling closer and closer to the ever-rising bed of rock lances that Harmond has summoned. Harmond then pulls out a single woolen bandage, inked with what appear to be runes. He wraps it around his forearm. In ding so, the runes fade, however Harmond's wounds are beginning to shut themselves, and the elf seems to be removed of any fatigue he was experiencing from the battle.
OOC
Wow...Harmond is becoming more and more of a bastard by the minute...I originally had him at Chaotic Neutral, but after this battle, I think that needs to change...
Lord_Gareth
OOC
You ignore razor blades (from the team assault, there was more than enough to blanket the battlefield), but auto-hit with spikes? Now that's just rude. Also, it's "Abdomen". You SO screwed that up.
Tyler coughs up a great gout of blood as the spikes impale him. He glares utter hatred at Harmond, not daring to look at Inaya.
"If..," he spits out more blood, "I'm going down...you're...coming...with me. Tempus...Fugit."
Time blinks once more, and when it comes back into focus, Tyler is standing, bleeding from innumerable and massive wounds, next to Harmond, a blade of ice deep in the elf's throat.
"Die...and go to Hell with me..."
He spits up a last gout of blood, shudders, and rips the knife through Harmond, heading down into the chest. When it pierces the heart, Tyler collapses, dead.
Revlis_Nogard
OOC
Sh*t...I need to learn to multitask...now I have to go change stuff. Sorry about that; that was rude. My fault entirely.
Harmond...barely survives the knife blade, as it missed his heart by but a few inches. What Harmond has unfortunately neglected was the dancing blades: either because he was too egotistical, or too wrapped up in the moment. Whatever the reason, the hole that Tyler pierces into the young elf gave the weapons a free ride into Harmond. His internal organs are simply ripped into tiny elf mincemeat, as his foe's final attack tears Harmond apart. Harmond can only look down as the blads exit his body. The spears collapse into dust, and Harmond takes a long, long drag from his cigarette.
"Well...I'll be damned."
Harmond falls to the floor.
Tyler and Inaya vs Bob and Harmond Cont'd
Inaya_Elrissa
"TYLER! NOOOOO-"
The scream rips from the bottom of my being as I fall, my cry cut off only when the impact forces the air from my lungs. The pain is intense, but the pain in my mind is far greater, and I push myself up, forcing my battered limbs into submission.
Tears blind my eyes as I crawl over to the...I can't say it. I can't acknowledge it. I reach down and take his head in my arms, cradling him as the blood drains from his body, pooling about us and staining my dress a dull crimson. I do not care.
How long I sit there I do not know, but, finally, I raise my head. Concious thought has deserted me. Tyler is dead...slain by that elf!
I rise, and draw a second scimitar from beneath my robes. My hands tighten about the hilts, and the blades whisper to me, reflections of my own madness. My mind begins to slip. Sudden despair...robs...me of my...thought. One goal. One goal.
Elf and accomplice must die.
Rush. Rush forward. I rush forward towards the elf's prone body. Sleeping elf. Good. My blades flash crosswise. Pieces of elf. In the air. Like leaves in autumn. Ground red. Elf dead. I laugh. I made a rhyme. Red, elf Dead. Elf dead. Ha!
Her dress stained with the blood of Tyler and Harmond, Inaya crouches over the ruined body of the elf, scimitars held before her like claws. Their stained blades drip crimson ichor, and the red of the steel reflects in her eyes...no longer the calm eyes of a human. Her eyes glow with the red light of a raver with everything to fight for...and nothing to lose.
Like a predatory beast she sniffs the air, and then her head whips around, and her mad eyes stare at Bob.
Man left. Man help elf. Man HELP ELF! Man KILL TYLER!
Man must die.
Stalk, stalk, stalk. Circle prey...like cat. Cat, like lion. Lion, claws...REND, TEAR! Rend man. Tear man.
Killl man.
Inaya explodes towards Bob with a ferocity unmatched by any mortal. Her blades simply appear as a whirling wall of steel at the front of her assault, but she soon throws them aside in favor of her daggers, hands, nails, teeth, and steel ribbons. What hits Bob is akin to an apocalypse of humanity...the blades rip into his flesh like a cyclone, and then Inaya arrives.
No longer does she resemble in any way the calm, lady-like person she once was. He hair trails wildly behind her, her eyes stare wide in madness, her face reads of insanity and despair...and violence. Caked in blood, she throws herself on her foe, ripping into him with anything she can lay her hands on. And it becomes readily apparent...
...she will not stop attacking until one of the two is dead.
OOC
Inaya's gone a little stir-crazy...:D
Lord_Bahamut
Bob reutrns to his normal shape as he gathers himself after shield Harmond unsuccesfully from Tyler and Inaya's attacks. Just as he reforms, Inaya comes slashing in and takes him by surprise. She lands several nasty blows on him before he can leap away like an oversized rabbit.
SO, IT'S JUST YOU AND ME NOW. READY TO DIE, PATHETIC HUMAN?
Bob backs away and flings a web of translucent energy at Inaya, trapping her to the ground for a few seconds. And those few seconds are long enough for Bob to make his next move. Pulling a cow bell out of his shirt, he rings it once with his spear staff. Almost immediatley there are several flashes of light as a dozen tall figures materialize next to Bob.
"Waddya want, boss?" says a very bovine-like voice. The figure who spoke turns and reveals himslef to be a cow standing on two legs. Dressed in a pinstripe suit and wearing a grey and red bowler hat cocked at an angle, he swishes his tail as he looks at Bob.
YOU MEN ARE TO DESTROY THAT WOMAN. I TIRE OF THIS GAME, AND SINCE THE OTHER TWO CONTESTANTS ARE DEAD, IT IS ONLY FITTING THAT SHE JOINS THEM.
"Sure thing, boss." The cow snaps his hooves and the other cow mobsters turn around and pull out submachine guns from under their coats. Cocking and loading them, they unleash a hellish barrage of lead at the helpless Inaya.
Inaya_Elrissa
Man. Rabbit? Man Rabbit. Ha. Man Rabbit die faster. Rabbits small...die fast.
Wait...cow?
Inaya barely glances at the cows, parrying each bullet with unsurpassable speed. The clanging noise of metal bouncing off metal rings out accross the arena as lead shot rains back at the cow gangsters, who fall like grass before a hailstorm; shot by their own bullets.
But her brief moment of glory has taken its toll, and her scarred and pitted blades fall from her hands, their edges torn apart by the onslaught.
Wildly she searches for a weapon, a stick, a rock...anything that her madness can turn into a deadly object. And her eyes fall upon Tyler's guitar, lying in a pool of its owner's blood.
I touched the guitar, and my mind came rushing back to me. Within the strings was the music of Tyler's soul...I had heard it earlier that day. It just needed to be released...
Grasping it the way I had seen Tyler hold it, I ran my hand along the strings. A jarring, horribe scraping sound filled my ears, and I almost dropped the instrument. But then my eyes fell upon Tyler. Broken, bleeding...dying to help me...dying despite anything I could do...and I remembered what I had discovered today. The spirit is stronger than the flesh. If I want to do it badly enough, nothing can bar my way.
And I want this badly.
Tyler's spirit was in the music he played, as well as in himself. He placed himself in his music...
And that is when I saw what I had to do.
Inaya stands, feet apart, head bowed, with the guitar held loosly in her hands. Tyler's blood, still warm, coats the instrument, and drops of it begin to fall to the dusty floor. One drop. Two. Three. Four...
And Inaya brings her hand down on the strings. A random series of notes, played by a beginner...that is what it should sound like. But, against every law in the universe, what eminates from the instrument is not a screaming discord. Instead, the soft tones waft beautifully over the arena, and the devilish audience feels their very souls stripped clean, and refreshed. Echoing harmonics fill the stadium as Inaya plays in harmony with herself, and, as she does so, Tyler's hand begins to twitch.
My mind is held captive, and I know not what I do. All I know is that I must keep playing.
Blue light streams from the instrument into the prone Daemon Magus, and his body rises above the ground, held fast by strands of raw magic.
Then the melody changes. A slow, calm wave of music radiates out of the strings, overlayed with chimes and bells. The blue light whitens to a soft white glow, laced with strands of sky blue, as Inaya pours her soul itself into the music. And, as the magic channels itself into the boy, the beat quickens, until the calm melody has become a darker, pulsing beat, embodying everything that Tyler is, was, and will be.
The song rises to a crescendo, and Tyler is jerked about like a puppet as Inaya plays his soul back into his body. His wounds close and seal over, and the light in his eyes returns, however faint. The music grows steadily louder and more lively, until Inaya finally spins gracefully around and slams the guitar into Bob with all her might. The final chord that rings out with the impact is life itself, and, as the strings snap under the tension of the magic, Tyler falls slowly to the ground, breathing lightly.
It is over.
Lord_Gareth
A light, a breach in the endless shadow. This couldn't be my heaven. Mine is cut off from this dimension...I'm in the Shadow universe. But anything is better than this endless darkness and it's whispering, insidious voices, urging me to abandon my god and sink into nothingness.
Tyler reaches towards the light, putting one ethereal foot in front of the other. A kind of desperation takes hold of his mind, and he sprints towards the light. Former misgivings gone, he rushes into the glorious dawn like it's his only hope.
It seems like an eternity, an endless parade of images and feelings flitting through his perception. Some bring shame, others laughter, or anger, or sorrow. Tyler watches his life, playing out before his eyes and in his mind, every last second of it. Though he should be reeling, Tyler finds in himself a quiet acceptance. He has made mistakes. He has wasted parts of his life and lived others admirably. His judgement, whatever it may be, would be fair.
And then, as though from a great distance, the Daemon Magus hears a song. He tries to shut it out at first, the memory of something so dear to him painful. He would never have the music back; he was certain that would be his special Hell. But the song slides through his mental barriers, resonating through his ghostly mind. He snaps his head up, staring in the percieved direction of the song.
That was his guitar playing.
The Daemon Magus runs, runs even faster than when he sought out the light. Despair was calling him to it, calling with his song, his soul. Maybe, just maybe, there would be no special Hell for Tyler Vici. And if that chance even remotely existed, he would sieze it.
A shimmering haze halts the Daemon Magus. He stops, studying it. It could be anything, everything, or nothing. He'd had enough experience with magic in life, not to mention that fight, to know that shimmering hazes were generally bad. But the song calls from across it. Tyler stands, torn by indecision, staring into the strange barrier.
A part in the haze. Tyler looks, excited, and at first there is only black fog. It clears slightly, then dissapates, and Inaya is there, face struck with grief, playing his guitar. No longer caring what this barrier is or could be, Tyler leaps through. She needed him.
A breath. Then another. Slowly, Tyler opens his eyes once more. The crackle of flames reaches his ears, and he can see the forest burning around him. It couldn't be possible, not without the Savior...but it was. Tyler was alive, whole and back in his body.
His voice, still ragged from the stone lance that had pierced him, is a scratchy whisper as the magic continues to repair his body.
"Inaya...I'm here."
Revlis_Nogard
Soft, quiet footsteps can be heard entering Sorcen's Arena. A small, frail old man in dirty robes surveys the destruction and carnage of the previous fight, now that the area is somewhat safer. Teiresias has left his hovel.
"My oh my oh my oh my...seems there was quite a ruckus here. Hmmm...I thought two died, but it appears that only this poor elf is downed. Wonderful."
Teiresias bends over, and with all of the strength the old man can muster, drags the pieces of Harmond out of the arena.
"Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a thousand again," the sage says with a smile. His lifeless eyes peer straight into Inaya's soul, and Teiresias makes one caution:
"You should not desecrate the dead, dear. The gods do not look kindly on such acts."
WIth that, Teiresias returns to his hovel with Harmond's body, where the resurrection ceremony will take place.
Lord_Bahamut
The cows fall where they stand, bullets tearing into them. All but the leader collapse in puddles of beef. The lead cow is hunched over, but not dead.
"I'll get you back for that, brat!"
But Bob waves a hand and dismisses him.
DO NOT BOTHER YOURSELF. IF YOU CAN'T KILL HER THE FIRST TIME, DON'T BOTHER TRYING AGAIN.
The cow and the bodies of his companions fade away.
Bob focuses back on the battle with a disbelieveing stare as Inaya reanimates Tyler. Mesmerized by the music she is playing, Bob doesn't realize his folly until Inaya smashes him with the guitar. Eldritch energy crackles around him as he is hurled backward like a rag doll. Sliding to a stop in the dust, Bob slowly gets up to face his two remaining opponents. He gets up but is obviously injured as dark spots appear on his clothes and he favors one leg. His shirt is burned away and the skin is blackened where Tyler's guitar hit him.
AT LEAST I CAN KILL TWO HUMANS NOW.
Weaving his hands in intricate patterns, he wrenches Tyler's guitar from Inaya's hand and lets it hover in between them.
YOU HAVE A POWERFUL WEAPON, MAGE. I WONDER HOW MUCH OF YOU BOTH WILL BE LEFT WHEN I DESTROY IT.
With that, he snaps the neck of the guitar in half with magic of his own, not eldritch energy but a darker, older kind only a very few can use without killing themselves. Bob shifts back to his rabbit form and peels back his lips in an almost human smile, revelaing small sharp teeth. The guitar explodes in a cascade of energies and magic, swallowing both Inaya and Tyler in their weakened states. Arcane energy burns and rages, and when it clears Inaya and Tyler are both gone. A large crater now sits in the arena.
Lord_Gareth
No time to think, no time to act, only react. Tyler grabs Inaya's hand, depressing the button on his stopwatch.
"Tempus Fugit!"
Time slows, then halts for the pair. Tyler shakily incants something, and the magic that was released slowly, but surely, seeps back into Despair. For good measure, the Daemon Magus walks up to his foe, sqeezing off a few shots point-blank. When time fluxes back, they would obliterate his chest tissue.
Swallowing his fear, Tyler approaches Inaya, concious that his watch stops time for only so long.
"I learned..a lot, when I died," he begins slowly, unsurely, "But of all the things, I realized that there were things that I left unsaid that I should have said, things that I needed to tell you. Who knows when I could die, for keeps?"
He takes a few breaths to steady himself, and, unnoticed, the magic is fading fast.
I can't do it. I just..no, I have to. Now or never, Vici, now or never.
Tyler reaches for Inaya, and before he can call up another protest or excuse, he takes her lips in the first kiss of his life.
And the clocks begin again as the two fade into normal time once more.
Inaya_Elrissa
Two figures stand in each other's arms, silhouetted against the burning skies of Baator. Around them the warm smoke rises from the cooling crater, but they do not notice. They are entranced, each seeing only the other. As time comes back, the mage falls behind them, his chest blown open, but they do not flinch.
I look into Tyler's eyes, and what I see there is comforting. He is not like all the rest...he truly loves me. This is new and unknown...but I am ready to learn more. I have spent to long walking the multiverse alone. It is a lonely life that I lead, and I will not miss it.
After what seems both an eternity and a fraction of a second, I break away from Tyler and stare coldly at him.
"We just need to get one thing straight. If you die on me again, I will carry through with my threat."
Smiling warmly and laughing, I embrace him once more. This was worth the wait.
Together, Inaya and Tyler turn their backs on the audience, and together they walk slowly from the stadium.
"TYLER! NOOOOO-"
The scream rips from the bottom of my being as I fall, my cry cut off only when the impact forces the air from my lungs. The pain is intense, but the pain in my mind is far greater, and I push myself up, forcing my battered limbs into submission.
Tears blind my eyes as I crawl over to the...I can't say it. I can't acknowledge it. I reach down and take his head in my arms, cradling him as the blood drains from his body, pooling about us and staining my dress a dull crimson. I do not care.
How long I sit there I do not know, but, finally, I raise my head. Concious thought has deserted me. Tyler is dead...slain by that elf!
I rise, and draw a second scimitar from beneath my robes. My hands tighten about the hilts, and the blades whisper to me, reflections of my own madness. My mind begins to slip. Sudden despair...robs...me of my...thought. One goal. One goal.
Elf and accomplice must die.
Rush. Rush forward. I rush forward towards the elf's prone body. Sleeping elf. Good. My blades flash crosswise. Pieces of elf. In the air. Like leaves in autumn. Ground red. Elf dead. I laugh. I made a rhyme. Red, elf Dead. Elf dead. Ha!
Her dress stained with the blood of Tyler and Harmond, Inaya crouches over the ruined body of the elf, scimitars held before her like claws. Their stained blades drip crimson ichor, and the red of the steel reflects in her eyes...no longer the calm eyes of a human. Her eyes glow with the red light of a raver with everything to fight for...and nothing to lose.
Like a predatory beast she sniffs the air, and then her head whips around, and her mad eyes stare at Bob.
Man left. Man help elf. Man HELP ELF! Man KILL TYLER!
Man must die.
Stalk, stalk, stalk. Circle prey...like cat. Cat, like lion. Lion, claws...REND, TEAR! Rend man. Tear man.
Killl man.
Inaya explodes towards Bob with a ferocity unmatched by any mortal. Her blades simply appear as a whirling wall of steel at the front of her assault, but she soon throws them aside in favor of her daggers, hands, nails, teeth, and steel ribbons. What hits Bob is akin to an apocalypse of humanity...the blades rip into his flesh like a cyclone, and then Inaya arrives.
No longer does she resemble in any way the calm, lady-like person she once was. He hair trails wildly behind her, her eyes stare wide in madness, her face reads of insanity and despair...and violence. Caked in blood, she throws herself on her foe, ripping into him with anything she can lay her hands on. And it becomes readily apparent...
...she will not stop attacking until one of the two is dead.
OOC
Inaya's gone a little stir-crazy...:D
Lord_Bahamut
Bob reutrns to his normal shape as he gathers himself after shield Harmond unsuccesfully from Tyler and Inaya's attacks. Just as he reforms, Inaya comes slashing in and takes him by surprise. She lands several nasty blows on him before he can leap away like an oversized rabbit.
SO, IT'S JUST YOU AND ME NOW. READY TO DIE, PATHETIC HUMAN?
Bob backs away and flings a web of translucent energy at Inaya, trapping her to the ground for a few seconds. And those few seconds are long enough for Bob to make his next move. Pulling a cow bell out of his shirt, he rings it once with his spear staff. Almost immediatley there are several flashes of light as a dozen tall figures materialize next to Bob.
"Waddya want, boss?" says a very bovine-like voice. The figure who spoke turns and reveals himslef to be a cow standing on two legs. Dressed in a pinstripe suit and wearing a grey and red bowler hat cocked at an angle, he swishes his tail as he looks at Bob.
YOU MEN ARE TO DESTROY THAT WOMAN. I TIRE OF THIS GAME, AND SINCE THE OTHER TWO CONTESTANTS ARE DEAD, IT IS ONLY FITTING THAT SHE JOINS THEM.
"Sure thing, boss." The cow snaps his hooves and the other cow mobsters turn around and pull out submachine guns from under their coats. Cocking and loading them, they unleash a hellish barrage of lead at the helpless Inaya.
Inaya_Elrissa
Man. Rabbit? Man Rabbit. Ha. Man Rabbit die faster. Rabbits small...die fast.
Wait...cow?
Inaya barely glances at the cows, parrying each bullet with unsurpassable speed. The clanging noise of metal bouncing off metal rings out accross the arena as lead shot rains back at the cow gangsters, who fall like grass before a hailstorm; shot by their own bullets.
But her brief moment of glory has taken its toll, and her scarred and pitted blades fall from her hands, their edges torn apart by the onslaught.
Wildly she searches for a weapon, a stick, a rock...anything that her madness can turn into a deadly object. And her eyes fall upon Tyler's guitar, lying in a pool of its owner's blood.
I touched the guitar, and my mind came rushing back to me. Within the strings was the music of Tyler's soul...I had heard it earlier that day. It just needed to be released...
Grasping it the way I had seen Tyler hold it, I ran my hand along the strings. A jarring, horribe scraping sound filled my ears, and I almost dropped the instrument. But then my eyes fell upon Tyler. Broken, bleeding...dying to help me...dying despite anything I could do...and I remembered what I had discovered today. The spirit is stronger than the flesh. If I want to do it badly enough, nothing can bar my way.
And I want this badly.
Tyler's spirit was in the music he played, as well as in himself. He placed himself in his music...
And that is when I saw what I had to do.
Inaya stands, feet apart, head bowed, with the guitar held loosly in her hands. Tyler's blood, still warm, coats the instrument, and drops of it begin to fall to the dusty floor. One drop. Two. Three. Four...
And Inaya brings her hand down on the strings. A random series of notes, played by a beginner...that is what it should sound like. But, against every law in the universe, what eminates from the instrument is not a screaming discord. Instead, the soft tones waft beautifully over the arena, and the devilish audience feels their very souls stripped clean, and refreshed. Echoing harmonics fill the stadium as Inaya plays in harmony with herself, and, as she does so, Tyler's hand begins to twitch.
My mind is held captive, and I know not what I do. All I know is that I must keep playing.
Blue light streams from the instrument into the prone Daemon Magus, and his body rises above the ground, held fast by strands of raw magic.
Then the melody changes. A slow, calm wave of music radiates out of the strings, overlayed with chimes and bells. The blue light whitens to a soft white glow, laced with strands of sky blue, as Inaya pours her soul itself into the music. And, as the magic channels itself into the boy, the beat quickens, until the calm melody has become a darker, pulsing beat, embodying everything that Tyler is, was, and will be.
The song rises to a crescendo, and Tyler is jerked about like a puppet as Inaya plays his soul back into his body. His wounds close and seal over, and the light in his eyes returns, however faint. The music grows steadily louder and more lively, until Inaya finally spins gracefully around and slams the guitar into Bob with all her might. The final chord that rings out with the impact is life itself, and, as the strings snap under the tension of the magic, Tyler falls slowly to the ground, breathing lightly.
It is over.
Lord_Gareth
A light, a breach in the endless shadow. This couldn't be my heaven. Mine is cut off from this dimension...I'm in the Shadow universe. But anything is better than this endless darkness and it's whispering, insidious voices, urging me to abandon my god and sink into nothingness.
Tyler reaches towards the light, putting one ethereal foot in front of the other. A kind of desperation takes hold of his mind, and he sprints towards the light. Former misgivings gone, he rushes into the glorious dawn like it's his only hope.
It seems like an eternity, an endless parade of images and feelings flitting through his perception. Some bring shame, others laughter, or anger, or sorrow. Tyler watches his life, playing out before his eyes and in his mind, every last second of it. Though he should be reeling, Tyler finds in himself a quiet acceptance. He has made mistakes. He has wasted parts of his life and lived others admirably. His judgement, whatever it may be, would be fair.
And then, as though from a great distance, the Daemon Magus hears a song. He tries to shut it out at first, the memory of something so dear to him painful. He would never have the music back; he was certain that would be his special Hell. But the song slides through his mental barriers, resonating through his ghostly mind. He snaps his head up, staring in the percieved direction of the song.
That was his guitar playing.
The Daemon Magus runs, runs even faster than when he sought out the light. Despair was calling him to it, calling with his song, his soul. Maybe, just maybe, there would be no special Hell for Tyler Vici. And if that chance even remotely existed, he would sieze it.
A shimmering haze halts the Daemon Magus. He stops, studying it. It could be anything, everything, or nothing. He'd had enough experience with magic in life, not to mention that fight, to know that shimmering hazes were generally bad. But the song calls from across it. Tyler stands, torn by indecision, staring into the strange barrier.
A part in the haze. Tyler looks, excited, and at first there is only black fog. It clears slightly, then dissapates, and Inaya is there, face struck with grief, playing his guitar. No longer caring what this barrier is or could be, Tyler leaps through. She needed him.
A breath. Then another. Slowly, Tyler opens his eyes once more. The crackle of flames reaches his ears, and he can see the forest burning around him. It couldn't be possible, not without the Savior...but it was. Tyler was alive, whole and back in his body.
His voice, still ragged from the stone lance that had pierced him, is a scratchy whisper as the magic continues to repair his body.
"Inaya...I'm here."
Revlis_Nogard
Soft, quiet footsteps can be heard entering Sorcen's Arena. A small, frail old man in dirty robes surveys the destruction and carnage of the previous fight, now that the area is somewhat safer. Teiresias has left his hovel.
"My oh my oh my oh my...seems there was quite a ruckus here. Hmmm...I thought two died, but it appears that only this poor elf is downed. Wonderful."
Teiresias bends over, and with all of the strength the old man can muster, drags the pieces of Harmond out of the arena.
"Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a thousand again," the sage says with a smile. His lifeless eyes peer straight into Inaya's soul, and Teiresias makes one caution:
"You should not desecrate the dead, dear. The gods do not look kindly on such acts."
WIth that, Teiresias returns to his hovel with Harmond's body, where the resurrection ceremony will take place.
Lord_Bahamut
The cows fall where they stand, bullets tearing into them. All but the leader collapse in puddles of beef. The lead cow is hunched over, but not dead.
"I'll get you back for that, brat!"
But Bob waves a hand and dismisses him.
DO NOT BOTHER YOURSELF. IF YOU CAN'T KILL HER THE FIRST TIME, DON'T BOTHER TRYING AGAIN.
The cow and the bodies of his companions fade away.
Bob focuses back on the battle with a disbelieveing stare as Inaya reanimates Tyler. Mesmerized by the music she is playing, Bob doesn't realize his folly until Inaya smashes him with the guitar. Eldritch energy crackles around him as he is hurled backward like a rag doll. Sliding to a stop in the dust, Bob slowly gets up to face his two remaining opponents. He gets up but is obviously injured as dark spots appear on his clothes and he favors one leg. His shirt is burned away and the skin is blackened where Tyler's guitar hit him.
AT LEAST I CAN KILL TWO HUMANS NOW.
Weaving his hands in intricate patterns, he wrenches Tyler's guitar from Inaya's hand and lets it hover in between them.
YOU HAVE A POWERFUL WEAPON, MAGE. I WONDER HOW MUCH OF YOU BOTH WILL BE LEFT WHEN I DESTROY IT.
With that, he snaps the neck of the guitar in half with magic of his own, not eldritch energy but a darker, older kind only a very few can use without killing themselves. Bob shifts back to his rabbit form and peels back his lips in an almost human smile, revelaing small sharp teeth. The guitar explodes in a cascade of energies and magic, swallowing both Inaya and Tyler in their weakened states. Arcane energy burns and rages, and when it clears Inaya and Tyler are both gone. A large crater now sits in the arena.
Lord_Gareth
No time to think, no time to act, only react. Tyler grabs Inaya's hand, depressing the button on his stopwatch.
"Tempus Fugit!"
Time slows, then halts for the pair. Tyler shakily incants something, and the magic that was released slowly, but surely, seeps back into Despair. For good measure, the Daemon Magus walks up to his foe, sqeezing off a few shots point-blank. When time fluxes back, they would obliterate his chest tissue.
Swallowing his fear, Tyler approaches Inaya, concious that his watch stops time for only so long.
"I learned..a lot, when I died," he begins slowly, unsurely, "But of all the things, I realized that there were things that I left unsaid that I should have said, things that I needed to tell you. Who knows when I could die, for keeps?"
He takes a few breaths to steady himself, and, unnoticed, the magic is fading fast.
I can't do it. I just..no, I have to. Now or never, Vici, now or never.
Tyler reaches for Inaya, and before he can call up another protest or excuse, he takes her lips in the first kiss of his life.
And the clocks begin again as the two fade into normal time once more.
Inaya_Elrissa
Two figures stand in each other's arms, silhouetted against the burning skies of Baator. Around them the warm smoke rises from the cooling crater, but they do not notice. They are entranced, each seeing only the other. As time comes back, the mage falls behind them, his chest blown open, but they do not flinch.
I look into Tyler's eyes, and what I see there is comforting. He is not like all the rest...he truly loves me. This is new and unknown...but I am ready to learn more. I have spent to long walking the multiverse alone. It is a lonely life that I lead, and I will not miss it.
After what seems both an eternity and a fraction of a second, I break away from Tyler and stare coldly at him.
"We just need to get one thing straight. If you die on me again, I will carry through with my threat."
Smiling warmly and laughing, I embrace him once more. This was worth the wait.
Together, Inaya and Tyler turn their backs on the audience, and together they walk slowly from the stadium.
Also Ank...probably not. :D:P :D
Yes, your battle was quite long, but very interesting to read...in moderation :D
Also, don't worry. I don't really like DMing...I tend to be slightly Gygaxian, to use D&D board slang. Not on purpose...but what I think can be easily gotten around by a bit of creative thinking tends to kill the entire party. Guess I just think oddly. :P
OOC: Actually I was going to wait until after the match to resurrect you guys, your way works fine though. Sorry about that, I meant to address the resurrection uestion sooner but It kept slipping my mind each time I replied. We should have your judgement earlier then scheduled.
EDIT: Also there was an idea floating around with we judges, an idea so that one of us may becoem a player and have our fun there and then have the player become a judge for that match. Do we have any volunteers to switch places with Khael so that he may have a match?
Gideon perhaps?
EDIT 2: We finished judging the team match and have found Inaya and Tyler to be the winners in both the IC and OOC divisions of it. Great descriptions and great roleplaying, especially the growth of a love between Tyler and Inaya, in that match, it was a match worthy of a hall of fame if there was one. Hmm perhaps thats an idea.
EDIT 3: I read the resurrection posts all the way finally, i've been busy. Anyway let me jus say wow, that was awesome descriptions and roleplaying on both your parts and thats what a team match is all about there. Great job, and to Revlis and Bahamut as well for their contributions to that truly epic match, I believe if Bahamut had been able to post more in that thread then it would have had more of a comical aspect to it in addition to the dramatic love story of teh other team.
*twitch*
Honor...overload..must...slay self...
*Kovaliastraz eats me. Again.*
"Am I really back? Is this real, or just another illusion of the Jailhouse to torture me with?"
Stepping forward unsteadily, he touches the rail of the balcony, and slides his hand along it, marveling at its solidity. His touch leaves a streak of alien blood behind. He snatches his hands away, and stares at the blood dripping off of them.
"Get it off! Get it off of me!! NOOO!"
Tyrion runs out of the arena and steps through another doorway of light, this one of his own making, and dissappears.
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Rawr! Tyrion has returned!
OOC
Okay, I lied. I've been struck by a sudden burst of inspiration, and I need to capitilize on it now.
For the Judges, while Tyrion was in the Jailhouse he learned several knew tricks, most notable learning how to Channel the One Power (out of the Wheel of Time books). Is that a bad idea? There's a WoT roleplaying setting, so can I use stuff from the WoT like I would D&D?
By the way good descriptions from both of you. Its cool to see the characters back here.
Arrows of Fire - This weave shoots tendrils of flame at any number of enemies. Upon touching the foe, the foe's blood boils and vaporizes, bursting from the body in a bloody explosion.
Blossoms of Fire - This weave causes massive columns of flame to rip up from the ground, rending entire companies of soldiers unseen.
Fireball - The same as a normal fireball, but more powerful and the fireball itself is the size of a horse rather than the size of a pea.
Lightning Bolt - THe same a a normal lightning bolt, but it strikes down from the sky instead of blasting horizontally. Very powerful.
I can't think of any others, I'll have to look in one of my friends' WoT campaign setting books for more weaves.
BIC: Sorcen watches theses new events nonchalantly and throws a fireball upon the gore beside him to evaporate it. He turns to Valoran at his admittance as a servant, "Thank you for your loyalty Valoran, I grant you freedom here to compete or watch the matches as you like. I will summon you if I need your services." He nods his head to the Butcher as a dismissal to him.
Anyway, if anyone wants it Silence is up for a battle. Bob's still recovering from his humiliating defeat (humans, beating a rabbit?! Come on!), so he's off licking his wounds on his demiplane for now. But Silence hasn't gotten to flex his polymorphic muscles yet, and it's time to blow some stuff up.
In fact, both this and the tavern have floored everything so far.
Anyway...I'll gladly step aside to let someone who's been waiting longer have a turn, but if you need an opponent...well...I'll have someone step up to the plate.
Thanks for the votes on my threads.
We are beginning to judge the Krono vs Dralix match now, should have a judgement by this afternoon.
Also sorry for my absence, the site was down and I have had a busy, and quite fun, weekend.
EDIT: Oh and welcome LostMage to the arena, via his posting in the character roster, here is your
, enjoy yourself in the Baator community.EDIT: Oh and welcome LostMage to the arena, via his posting in the character roster, here is your
Thanks! This thread looked like a lot of fun, so I just had to jump aboard. But I'm not quite clear on how this works: do I wait for a match that Venti's entered in, or do I need to volenteer him?
Hey Gideon, you got post #1234!
BIC: Suddenly everyone at Sorcen's Baator can hear this telepathic message:
Dralix's Potion Shop is now open again
Krono vs Dralix
Dralix vs Krono
An earth elemental of huge stature leaps to the arena, causing a massive shockwave as it's 50+ ton body hits the ground. After a few seconds, Dralix jumps off from his companion back. He sits down without saying a word and begins to meditate, as if waiting for his opponent to arrive.
walking into the arena and casting a side his cloak, Krono walks up and sits in front of Dralix.
Dralix opens his eyes.
"Good, you have arrived. Well then, let's get this match started!"
The half-troll's eyes start glowing green and a bright green aura appears around him. In his meditation posture, he raises up into the air. Krono hears a voice in his mind. Dralix's voice.
Go ahead and make the first move
Ansewring right back into Dralix's mind "No I think I'll wait for you."
Fine, but you will regret that. Take this!
With an incredibly swift move Dralix leaps back. A massive hand of earth and stone pierces the arena floor and grabs Krono. Dralix's earth elemental. Still glowing green, the half-troll throws his spear towards Krono. The weapon nears it's target, ready to pierce the heart of it's target.
The earthen hand holding fades a way still sitting on the ground krono rolls backwards grabing the spear out of the air using the momentum of the wepon to do a reverse hand spring. Landing on his feet he takes two Quick steps forward and spinning a tight circle krono hurls the spear at the elemental and charges in at Dralix.
Because of the spear's special quality, it materializes back into Dralix's hand before it hits the earth elemental.
"Have at you!"
The half-troll notices Krono's attempt to run him flat and impales his charging opponent with his trusty Spear of the High Forest.
Droping to his knees as he gets hit hard in the midsection with dralix's spear, krono grasps the spear in both hands and snaps it in two.
As Krono grabs his spear, Dralix jumps backward about 40 feet. And try as he might Krono cannot succeed in his attempt to split Dralix's spear. The weapon bends, shifting into a snake-like form, in which it then quickly jumps to it's master. Dralix's earth elemental Rockfist moves behind Krono, who is now in between two fires
"That was a neat trick the way you avoided my ambush, but let's see how you avoid this one."
Dralix raises his hand towards Krono. It gives off green light as suddenly some spiked vines and poison ivy grow off from the ground, surrounding Krono and pinning his arms.
Once again Dralix's spell dissapates around Krono.
"Oh I don't think I'll have a problem with that."
After saying these last words Krono leaps high into the air doing a back flip as he easily clears the elemental to stop in mid air just behind the giant creature to bolt strait up fifty plus feet in the air.
" Lets see how you cope with this."
Wraping him self in a sphere of ectoplasm (in mid air mind you) and starts to drop out of the sky strait for the elemental.
Dralix notices his companion to be in trouble, so he digs up an item that looks like a magic wand. The druid mumbles something in Terran.
"Khas mulrumgaa, thoaar gom morgomm..."
The wand glows yellow for a while and the earth elemental disappears and reappears right behind Krono. Totally catching the warrior off-guard, Rockfist attacks with it's full arsenal of slams. Dralix glares his opponent with his glowing green eyes.
"It seems that I need something better to defeat you. Time to raise the stakes!"
Suddenly raising up into the air, the half-forest troll spreads his arms and sets his eyes to the "sky" of Sorcen's Baator.
"Nature's divine masters, Ehlonna, Obad-Hai. Give me the strength to take down this prey. Turn the tables for nature's favor. I ask of you, please."
A moment passes and then green meteor-like ethereal objects fall from the sky towards the arena.
Appearing behind his foe, Krono grabs Dralix and flies as high as he can and places another ectoplasmic shpere around him self and dralix.
"Now its just you and me"
"GrrRAAAAAGH!!! LET GO OF ME!!! RAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!"
Dralix starts to shake uncontrollably, calling up energies that tear his opponent's ectoplasmic sphere.
"No matter how much stronger you are... I... CANNOT-BE-CAGED!"
The half-troll begins to grow, and his skin is growing hair. His cloak and armor are absorbed into his skin and his eyes shift into avian eyes - sharp like owl's. Dralix's arms grow, becoming far too big for Krono to hold, a beak sprouts from his face and his fingers grow into claws of massive size. The half-troll has become a 10 feet tall owlbear. He rips off his foe's hold and jumps off right through a rip in the ectoplasmic sphere as the green meteor-like ethereal objects hit the ground and spread until the entire arena's floor glows green. Then suddenly, trees start to sprung from the ground and grow at alarming rate until a small jungle stands where used to be nothing. As Dralix drops down to the ground, he slowly shifts back into his natural form and disappears to the jungle, being covered by his camouflaged armor and cloak. The geopsychic doesn't want to take any chances of being detected, so he shields his mind from possible psionic and magical detection spells.
Good luck trying to find me now, because now I have a home field advantage
Soring above Dralix's jungle Krono begins to unleash Torrents of flame one after the other lighting the jungle a blaze, stoping Finally after many mineuts of burning the trees krono stops and suddenly the fire seams to be Intensified. Dralix's efforts to put the fire out have no affect.
I dont think I need to come find you!
OOC: Dralix doesn't need to do anything to the fires.
BIC: To Krono's shock, the trees that he just toasted grow right back, as if the forest was regenerating itself. Also, the trees that are in risk of getting burned seem to move away from the fire! The fires are soon naturally extinquished as they have nothing to feed on.
Don't do that, your problems won't work out that way. By the way, what does it feel like to be first at the top of the game only to get pushed to a corner. Like they say: out of the frying pan and into the fire.
And then, from out of nowhere, a huge rock flies right towards Krono. Only a creature of massive size could have thrown that, so the earth elemental that the druid had with him must still be around there somewhere.
As Krono easily doges the projetile he stops to ponder his situation.
well if I can't slow you down I'll speed up!
the next thing Dralix sees is that his Forest is gone and that hes beeing bombarded by many fire blasts.
Spoiler:
so you know what he did.
using the Temporal acceleration power He did a Reality revision Dismissing your forest, then he used many many deleayed energy rays agmented to the max
That was his plan, but when he dodged the rock, he was actually hit by a small dart coated in black, murky liquid. Obviously a poison, but his problem is that the Reality Revision could not cure it.
When the fire blasts fly towards Dralix, he is caught off-guard, but then a contingency effect creates a barrier of psionic power, but the blasts are effective enough and two of them hit the half-troll geopsychic. He burns for a while, about four seconds. But then the flames die. Dralix looks straight to his assailant.
"Heh, my contacts sure weren't kidding when they told me how strong you are, but do you feel that burning sensation in your neck? I managed to hit you with a dart that was coated in a venom far more powerful than anything you have ever seen before. It is my most deadliest creation, and slowly you will weaken, your strength, vitality and agility will be gone until your immunity system fails utterly. Eventually you will die to a system failure. You cannot hope to cure it, for only I have the antidote to do it. Now, let's see how you catch this one!"
The half-troll takes up his spear, which begins to glow purple, orange and green light. He then spreads his wings and accelerates into incredible speed, and to Krono it seems as if the geopsychic would be split into hundreds of copies which now move towards him, targeting his vital parts.
Ignoreing every thing that Dralix was saying Krono pulled the dart form his neck and Laughed.
"This don't bother me yo...
"Stoping in mid sentence he sees Dralix start for him.
"Time to get Serious."
Shifting to Hybrid form Krono holds out his hand and mutters something under his breath and a Falchion appears in his hand just in time for Krono to spin out of the way and cut down hard on Dralix's back. Pulling a stone from his pocket muttering another word and another Falchion appears in Krono's other hand and swings this one around to hit Dralix in the back of the thigh.
The only thing that the hybrid Krono manages to hit are his illusionary copies, and the real Dralix actually manages to impale his psionic power-infused Spear of the High Forest right through his adversary's back. After a couple of seconds, the half-forest troll pulls his enigmatic spear out and backs off for about ten feet before starting a transformation of his own.
"Spirits of the Land, infuse me with your power!" He yells.
Then, the Geopsychic's limbs disappear one by one, until he is completely transparent, just like an invisible stalker. The transparent blur that he has become moves for a little while, until a his form completely disappears into a puff of gray smoke. Krono hears a mocking laugh in his mind:
Ha! Once again you can't see me!
Growling agrily as his wounds heal.
oh, but thats where your wrong my little green friend I do know where you are, I can smell you!
turning his wrists in Krono stabs both falchions in the direction of Dralix arcing both swords to the side and behind him clearing his personal space of anthing that shouldn't be there.
Dralix is hit to the shins, and green liguid similar to a plant's fluids falls from his wounds, showing where he is. The geopsychic falls to the surface of the arena.
"Argh! Cursed werebear mongrel! No matter, I will just heal myself and continue!"
Still in his invisible form, Dralix puts his spear away and puts both hands on the wounds on his shins and mutters something. The wounds heals right up in a few seconds, as the light of healing magic fills them.
Now I shall try a different tactic on you
The unseen half-troll raises the palms of his hands against his foe.
"Take this! HAAAAA!" He yells, and ten yellow orb-shaped blast of pure psionic energy form in his hands and fly towards Krono.
From the cheap seats at the top of the arena comes the high pitched squeal of a pathetic Dretch, apparently a supporter of Dralix.
"Shut up! Shut up! No point being invisible it he can hear you! Shut up! Shut..."
The other demons, eager to see the outcome, quickly hush him into silence.
Dodging as many of the yellow orbs as he advances on Dralix Krono get hit with two of them stoping him in his tracks. Krono strugules as if he were in agony and suddenly a blinding white light bursts from Krono's eyes and mouth covering his whole body when it was done he had returned to his humanoid form.
That hurt!
While Krono is distracted by his attack, the invisible Dralix digs up a potion from his potion bag and quaffs it as quickly as he can. Then, the sound of shattering class takes Krono's attention as the the half-troll geopsychic throws the empty bottle about twenty feet away. In the small nick of time, Dralix accelerates into a great speed and disappears in a few seconds.
Crossing his legs as if he were sitting in air Krono closes his eyes and waits.
The horrendous black poison in Krono's veins tries to sap the strength of it's host, and during his opponent's most vulnerable moment, Dralix commands his earth elemental companion Rockfist to assault Krono. And while the enemy is distracted, the geopsychic begins a ritual which he starts by humming a very grim tune. Then he sits down to the surface of the arena and places both of his hands to the ground. During the ritual he becomes partially visible.
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Code:
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Dralix
Ox
Rockfist & Krono
This is how the combatants are positioned.
Wraping the elemental in ectoplasm it begins falling to the arena floor. watching out over the arena as the elemental falls Krono notices a vauge Silhouette on the arena floor krono bolts for Dralix as fast as he can picking up more speed as he nears dralix hitting him (with all the speed he could find from himself and gravity) making a small crater in the arena floor, Krono begins laing havey punches on dralix.
Darting in with his mouth open and a look in his eye Krono lunges for Dralix's neck with every intention to bleed him out.
Totally caught off-guard, Dralix is slammed to the floor with power that few other could survive. His "blood" flies from his mouth and nose as Krono hits his face and abdomen with all of his power. However, when he sees that his opponent is going for the kill, Dralix quickly lunges his right hand right into the open mouth of Krono.
"Say goodbye!"
As he says this, his hand glows yellow, and a massive beam of energy comes right trough the back of the head of Krono. The beam throws Dralix's body backwards away from Krono, and the half-forest troll geopsychic stays there lying in the ground perfectly still for a few seconds. Then, slowly the half-troll reaches out for another potion and quaffs it to his throat.
Lunging back very quikly pulling Dralix's fist from his mouth getting hit with the attack across the face Krono is thrown from Dralix, landing belly first on the arena floor. After laying there for afew moments Krono strugles to his knees and then his feet shortly after that, burn marks cover the entire left side of his face blinking with his right eye krono focuses on Dralix with a great deal of effort. With out eavn saying a word he puts both hands in the air and then points them at dralix swirling flames appear between his hands and gets larger and larger untill the flames have covered both of his hands.
"This is for you!!!"
Relesing the ball of fire Krono then puts a shpear of fire around Dralix and begins walking with much effort in Dralixs direction.
As the flames cover Dralix they just get more intense. The half-troll just lies there on the center of the flames for some time and the pit fiend referee begins to count:
"1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8..."
But then, for everyone's shock Dralix sits up and then raises to his feet. Still covered in flames, it would seem that the geopsychic is no longer what he used to be. He has taken the form of a fire elemental.
"So you tried to incinerate me, fool?! Fires of hell will purge you clean!!!"
With that, Dralix raises both of his arms and then lashes them immediately down. With his hands down, great amounts of flame, fireballs and lava rain from the skies, and the surface of the arena turns into half-molten rock. Geysirs of fire burst from the arena's floor while Dralix advances to his foe with his hands filled with infernal hellfire. Behind him, Dralix's former earth elemental looks now more like a magma paraelemental.
laghing histaricly Krono relishing in the heat of the storm he begins to dance.
This is More like it!! ha ha
Closing his eyes and stoping his dance Krono hurls a ball of Psonic energy into the sky. Turning his atention back to Dralix as masive storm clouds build.
What do you think of the rain?
As Krono finishies his sentence a bolt of lighting cuts silence between the two combatnts striking between them and it begins to rain. Krono's wounds on his face heal as he reaches down to his waist taking hold of a bone carved into a sword hilt. Holding it out at the ready it begins to glow a soft yellow color.
I do belive its your move.
As it starts to rain, the water extinguishes the fire around Dralix. As the fires finally disappear completely, the half-troll is nowhere to be found. Also, the magma paraelemental seems to disappear to the ground. As the rain ends, only one fighter stands on the arena.
However, in a moment's notice trees and spiky vines begins to grow from the ground, as does an odd, tree-like creature that looks just like Dralix. The creature opens it's eyes and speaks.
"Very clever, Krono. Very clever. However, I think it's time to end this. One last shot for both of us. Your turn to go first, since it was my turn in the beginning of this match. Do have in mind that just because I look like a plant doesn't mean that I am vulnerable to fire."
Dralix stands ready, willing to take on whatever challenge Krono will give him.
Closing his eye the timeline between Dralix and Krono begins to twist and bend as the fires reignite and the rain begins once more. Opening his eyes the fires in the arena grow larger and hotter, suddenly dralix feels very warm, the leaves and sticks(or whatever may be growing from his body) burn down leaving only Dralix's fram.
Yes lets finish this.
Walking twords Dralix he sweeps his hand out in front of him releasing psionic energy as he does, throwing sparks and dust in the air cracking and splintering Dralix's barkskin as it hits him. Doing this a few more times Krono stops and telikeneticly hurls Dralix to the middle of the arena, turnning in that direction, Krono once again begins advancing on Dralix.
As Krono moves towards Dralix, the werebear stops in the middle way as if he had ran into an invisible brick wall.
"I believe that I said one last shot. You expended yours already. Now... it is... MY TURN!!!"
From his hand, Dralix draws his trusty spear, which spontaneously forms from his wooden "flesh". Then, the tree-like Dralix runs towards Krono and leaps into the air with his spear directed right towards Krono. In the air, however, the tip of his enigmatic spear begins to burn with strange, green flame and in a following moment, Dralix disappears leaving a mirror image of his former "natural" form. This image moves more quickly and it's ethereal shape goes right through Krono before disappearing. In two seconds before impact Dralix's form becomes visible again with the spear ready to strike it's target's chest.
As Dralix comes down on Krono, his spear just peirsing Krono's flesh a burst of sonic energy bursts forth from Krono's whole body shattering his spear and throwing Dralix away from him.
I'll bet you didn't expect me to delay one though did you.
Krono's attack throws Dralix away, but the plant-like half-troll lands softly. Not so for his spear, though, which crashes few feet away from the geopsychic. Dralix's facial look suddenly changes as if he'd hear someone speaking in his mind. Then the geopsychic turns away, takes his spear and then calls for his elemental companion to come. In few seconds, Rockfist forms out from the arena's ground. Dralix jumps to the back of the earth elemental.
"Congratulations for your victory, Krono, but now I must go!"
With his master on his back, the earth elemental rushes and leaps away from the arena, and both figures disappear.
An earth elemental of huge stature leaps to the arena, causing a massive shockwave as it's 50+ ton body hits the ground. After a few seconds, Dralix jumps off from his companion back. He sits down without saying a word and begins to meditate, as if waiting for his opponent to arrive.
walking into the arena and casting a side his cloak, Krono walks up and sits in front of Dralix.
Dralix opens his eyes.
"Good, you have arrived. Well then, let's get this match started!"
The half-troll's eyes start glowing green and a bright green aura appears around him. In his meditation posture, he raises up into the air. Krono hears a voice in his mind. Dralix's voice.
Go ahead and make the first move
Ansewring right back into Dralix's mind "No I think I'll wait for you."
Fine, but you will regret that. Take this!
With an incredibly swift move Dralix leaps back. A massive hand of earth and stone pierces the arena floor and grabs Krono. Dralix's earth elemental. Still glowing green, the half-troll throws his spear towards Krono. The weapon nears it's target, ready to pierce the heart of it's target.
The earthen hand holding fades a way still sitting on the ground krono rolls backwards grabing the spear out of the air using the momentum of the wepon to do a reverse hand spring. Landing on his feet he takes two Quick steps forward and spinning a tight circle krono hurls the spear at the elemental and charges in at Dralix.
Because of the spear's special quality, it materializes back into Dralix's hand before it hits the earth elemental.
"Have at you!"
The half-troll notices Krono's attempt to run him flat and impales his charging opponent with his trusty Spear of the High Forest.
Droping to his knees as he gets hit hard in the midsection with dralix's spear, krono grasps the spear in both hands and snaps it in two.
As Krono grabs his spear, Dralix jumps backward about 40 feet. And try as he might Krono cannot succeed in his attempt to split Dralix's spear. The weapon bends, shifting into a snake-like form, in which it then quickly jumps to it's master. Dralix's earth elemental Rockfist moves behind Krono, who is now in between two fires
"That was a neat trick the way you avoided my ambush, but let's see how you avoid this one."
Dralix raises his hand towards Krono. It gives off green light as suddenly some spiked vines and poison ivy grow off from the ground, surrounding Krono and pinning his arms.
Once again Dralix's spell dissapates around Krono.
"Oh I don't think I'll have a problem with that."
After saying these last words Krono leaps high into the air doing a back flip as he easily clears the elemental to stop in mid air just behind the giant creature to bolt strait up fifty plus feet in the air.
" Lets see how you cope with this."
Wraping him self in a sphere of ectoplasm (in mid air mind you) and starts to drop out of the sky strait for the elemental.
Dralix notices his companion to be in trouble, so he digs up an item that looks like a magic wand. The druid mumbles something in Terran.
"Khas mulrumgaa, thoaar gom morgomm..."
The wand glows yellow for a while and the earth elemental disappears and reappears right behind Krono. Totally catching the warrior off-guard, Rockfist attacks with it's full arsenal of slams. Dralix glares his opponent with his glowing green eyes.
"It seems that I need something better to defeat you. Time to raise the stakes!"
Suddenly raising up into the air, the half-forest troll spreads his arms and sets his eyes to the "sky" of Sorcen's Baator.
"Nature's divine masters, Ehlonna, Obad-Hai. Give me the strength to take down this prey. Turn the tables for nature's favor. I ask of you, please."
A moment passes and then green meteor-like ethereal objects fall from the sky towards the arena.
Appearing behind his foe, Krono grabs Dralix and flies as high as he can and places another ectoplasmic shpere around him self and dralix.
"Now its just you and me"
"GrrRAAAAAGH!!! LET GO OF ME!!! RAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!"
Dralix starts to shake uncontrollably, calling up energies that tear his opponent's ectoplasmic sphere.
"No matter how much stronger you are... I... CANNOT-BE-CAGED!"
The half-troll begins to grow, and his skin is growing hair. His cloak and armor are absorbed into his skin and his eyes shift into avian eyes - sharp like owl's. Dralix's arms grow, becoming far too big for Krono to hold, a beak sprouts from his face and his fingers grow into claws of massive size. The half-troll has become a 10 feet tall owlbear. He rips off his foe's hold and jumps off right through a rip in the ectoplasmic sphere as the green meteor-like ethereal objects hit the ground and spread until the entire arena's floor glows green. Then suddenly, trees start to sprung from the ground and grow at alarming rate until a small jungle stands where used to be nothing. As Dralix drops down to the ground, he slowly shifts back into his natural form and disappears to the jungle, being covered by his camouflaged armor and cloak. The geopsychic doesn't want to take any chances of being detected, so he shields his mind from possible psionic and magical detection spells.
Good luck trying to find me now, because now I have a home field advantage
Soring above Dralix's jungle Krono begins to unleash Torrents of flame one after the other lighting the jungle a blaze, stoping Finally after many mineuts of burning the trees krono stops and suddenly the fire seams to be Intensified. Dralix's efforts to put the fire out have no affect.
I dont think I need to come find you!
OOC: Dralix doesn't need to do anything to the fires.
BIC: To Krono's shock, the trees that he just toasted grow right back, as if the forest was regenerating itself. Also, the trees that are in risk of getting burned seem to move away from the fire! The fires are soon naturally extinquished as they have nothing to feed on.
Don't do that, your problems won't work out that way. By the way, what does it feel like to be first at the top of the game only to get pushed to a corner. Like they say: out of the frying pan and into the fire.
And then, from out of nowhere, a huge rock flies right towards Krono. Only a creature of massive size could have thrown that, so the earth elemental that the druid had with him must still be around there somewhere.
As Krono easily doges the projetile he stops to ponder his situation.
well if I can't slow you down I'll speed up!
the next thing Dralix sees is that his Forest is gone and that hes beeing bombarded by many fire blasts.
Spoiler:
so you know what he did.
using the Temporal acceleration power He did a Reality revision Dismissing your forest, then he used many many deleayed energy rays agmented to the max
That was his plan, but when he dodged the rock, he was actually hit by a small dart coated in black, murky liquid. Obviously a poison, but his problem is that the Reality Revision could not cure it.
When the fire blasts fly towards Dralix, he is caught off-guard, but then a contingency effect creates a barrier of psionic power, but the blasts are effective enough and two of them hit the half-troll geopsychic. He burns for a while, about four seconds. But then the flames die. Dralix looks straight to his assailant.
"Heh, my contacts sure weren't kidding when they told me how strong you are, but do you feel that burning sensation in your neck? I managed to hit you with a dart that was coated in a venom far more powerful than anything you have ever seen before. It is my most deadliest creation, and slowly you will weaken, your strength, vitality and agility will be gone until your immunity system fails utterly. Eventually you will die to a system failure. You cannot hope to cure it, for only I have the antidote to do it. Now, let's see how you catch this one!"
The half-troll takes up his spear, which begins to glow purple, orange and green light. He then spreads his wings and accelerates into incredible speed, and to Krono it seems as if the geopsychic would be split into hundreds of copies which now move towards him, targeting his vital parts.
Ignoreing every thing that Dralix was saying Krono pulled the dart form his neck and Laughed.
"This don't bother me yo...
"Stoping in mid sentence he sees Dralix start for him.
"Time to get Serious."
Shifting to Hybrid form Krono holds out his hand and mutters something under his breath and a Falchion appears in his hand just in time for Krono to spin out of the way and cut down hard on Dralix's back. Pulling a stone from his pocket muttering another word and another Falchion appears in Krono's other hand and swings this one around to hit Dralix in the back of the thigh.
The only thing that the hybrid Krono manages to hit are his illusionary copies, and the real Dralix actually manages to impale his psionic power-infused Spear of the High Forest right through his adversary's back. After a couple of seconds, the half-forest troll pulls his enigmatic spear out and backs off for about ten feet before starting a transformation of his own.
"Spirits of the Land, infuse me with your power!" He yells.
Then, the Geopsychic's limbs disappear one by one, until he is completely transparent, just like an invisible stalker. The transparent blur that he has become moves for a little while, until a his form completely disappears into a puff of gray smoke. Krono hears a mocking laugh in his mind:
Ha! Once again you can't see me!
Growling agrily as his wounds heal.
oh, but thats where your wrong my little green friend I do know where you are, I can smell you!
turning his wrists in Krono stabs both falchions in the direction of Dralix arcing both swords to the side and behind him clearing his personal space of anthing that shouldn't be there.
Dralix is hit to the shins, and green liguid similar to a plant's fluids falls from his wounds, showing where he is. The geopsychic falls to the surface of the arena.
"Argh! Cursed werebear mongrel! No matter, I will just heal myself and continue!"
Still in his invisible form, Dralix puts his spear away and puts both hands on the wounds on his shins and mutters something. The wounds heals right up in a few seconds, as the light of healing magic fills them.
Now I shall try a different tactic on you
The unseen half-troll raises the palms of his hands against his foe.
"Take this! HAAAAA!" He yells, and ten yellow orb-shaped blast of pure psionic energy form in his hands and fly towards Krono.
From the cheap seats at the top of the arena comes the high pitched squeal of a pathetic Dretch, apparently a supporter of Dralix.
"Shut up! Shut up! No point being invisible it he can hear you! Shut up! Shut..."
The other demons, eager to see the outcome, quickly hush him into silence.
Dodging as many of the yellow orbs as he advances on Dralix Krono get hit with two of them stoping him in his tracks. Krono strugules as if he were in agony and suddenly a blinding white light bursts from Krono's eyes and mouth covering his whole body when it was done he had returned to his humanoid form.
That hurt!
While Krono is distracted by his attack, the invisible Dralix digs up a potion from his potion bag and quaffs it as quickly as he can. Then, the sound of shattering class takes Krono's attention as the the half-troll geopsychic throws the empty bottle about twenty feet away. In the small nick of time, Dralix accelerates into a great speed and disappears in a few seconds.
Crossing his legs as if he were sitting in air Krono closes his eyes and waits.
The horrendous black poison in Krono's veins tries to sap the strength of it's host, and during his opponent's most vulnerable moment, Dralix commands his earth elemental companion Rockfist to assault Krono. And while the enemy is distracted, the geopsychic begins a ritual which he starts by humming a very grim tune. Then he sits down to the surface of the arena and places both of his hands to the ground. During the ritual he becomes partially visible.
OOC
Code:
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Dralix
Ox
Rockfist & Krono
This is how the combatants are positioned.
Wraping the elemental in ectoplasm it begins falling to the arena floor. watching out over the arena as the elemental falls Krono notices a vauge Silhouette on the arena floor krono bolts for Dralix as fast as he can picking up more speed as he nears dralix hitting him (with all the speed he could find from himself and gravity) making a small crater in the arena floor, Krono begins laing havey punches on dralix.
Darting in with his mouth open and a look in his eye Krono lunges for Dralix's neck with every intention to bleed him out.
Totally caught off-guard, Dralix is slammed to the floor with power that few other could survive. His "blood" flies from his mouth and nose as Krono hits his face and abdomen with all of his power. However, when he sees that his opponent is going for the kill, Dralix quickly lunges his right hand right into the open mouth of Krono.
"Say goodbye!"
As he says this, his hand glows yellow, and a massive beam of energy comes right trough the back of the head of Krono. The beam throws Dralix's body backwards away from Krono, and the half-forest troll geopsychic stays there lying in the ground perfectly still for a few seconds. Then, slowly the half-troll reaches out for another potion and quaffs it to his throat.
Lunging back very quikly pulling Dralix's fist from his mouth getting hit with the attack across the face Krono is thrown from Dralix, landing belly first on the arena floor. After laying there for afew moments Krono strugles to his knees and then his feet shortly after that, burn marks cover the entire left side of his face blinking with his right eye krono focuses on Dralix with a great deal of effort. With out eavn saying a word he puts both hands in the air and then points them at dralix swirling flames appear between his hands and gets larger and larger untill the flames have covered both of his hands.
"This is for you!!!"
Relesing the ball of fire Krono then puts a shpear of fire around Dralix and begins walking with much effort in Dralixs direction.
As the flames cover Dralix they just get more intense. The half-troll just lies there on the center of the flames for some time and the pit fiend referee begins to count:
"1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8..."
But then, for everyone's shock Dralix sits up and then raises to his feet. Still covered in flames, it would seem that the geopsychic is no longer what he used to be. He has taken the form of a fire elemental.
"So you tried to incinerate me, fool?! Fires of hell will purge you clean!!!"
With that, Dralix raises both of his arms and then lashes them immediately down. With his hands down, great amounts of flame, fireballs and lava rain from the skies, and the surface of the arena turns into half-molten rock. Geysirs of fire burst from the arena's floor while Dralix advances to his foe with his hands filled with infernal hellfire. Behind him, Dralix's former earth elemental looks now more like a magma paraelemental.
laghing histaricly Krono relishing in the heat of the storm he begins to dance.
This is More like it!! ha ha
Closing his eyes and stoping his dance Krono hurls a ball of Psonic energy into the sky. Turning his atention back to Dralix as masive storm clouds build.
What do you think of the rain?
As Krono finishies his sentence a bolt of lighting cuts silence between the two combatnts striking between them and it begins to rain. Krono's wounds on his face heal as he reaches down to his waist taking hold of a bone carved into a sword hilt. Holding it out at the ready it begins to glow a soft yellow color.
I do belive its your move.
As it starts to rain, the water extinguishes the fire around Dralix. As the fires finally disappear completely, the half-troll is nowhere to be found. Also, the magma paraelemental seems to disappear to the ground. As the rain ends, only one fighter stands on the arena.
However, in a moment's notice trees and spiky vines begins to grow from the ground, as does an odd, tree-like creature that looks just like Dralix. The creature opens it's eyes and speaks.
"Very clever, Krono. Very clever. However, I think it's time to end this. One last shot for both of us. Your turn to go first, since it was my turn in the beginning of this match. Do have in mind that just because I look like a plant doesn't mean that I am vulnerable to fire."
Dralix stands ready, willing to take on whatever challenge Krono will give him.
Closing his eye the timeline between Dralix and Krono begins to twist and bend as the fires reignite and the rain begins once more. Opening his eyes the fires in the arena grow larger and hotter, suddenly dralix feels very warm, the leaves and sticks(or whatever may be growing from his body) burn down leaving only Dralix's fram.
Yes lets finish this.
Walking twords Dralix he sweeps his hand out in front of him releasing psionic energy as he does, throwing sparks and dust in the air cracking and splintering Dralix's barkskin as it hits him. Doing this a few more times Krono stops and telikeneticly hurls Dralix to the middle of the arena, turnning in that direction, Krono once again begins advancing on Dralix.
As Krono moves towards Dralix, the werebear stops in the middle way as if he had ran into an invisible brick wall.
"I believe that I said one last shot. You expended yours already. Now... it is... MY TURN!!!"
From his hand, Dralix draws his trusty spear, which spontaneously forms from his wooden "flesh". Then, the tree-like Dralix runs towards Krono and leaps into the air with his spear directed right towards Krono. In the air, however, the tip of his enigmatic spear begins to burn with strange, green flame and in a following moment, Dralix disappears leaving a mirror image of his former "natural" form. This image moves more quickly and it's ethereal shape goes right through Krono before disappearing. In two seconds before impact Dralix's form becomes visible again with the spear ready to strike it's target's chest.
As Dralix comes down on Krono, his spear just peirsing Krono's flesh a burst of sonic energy bursts forth from Krono's whole body shattering his spear and throwing Dralix away from him.
I'll bet you didn't expect me to delay one though did you.
Krono's attack throws Dralix away, but the plant-like half-troll lands softly. Not so for his spear, though, which crashes few feet away from the geopsychic. Dralix's facial look suddenly changes as if he'd hear someone speaking in his mind. Then the geopsychic turns away, takes his spear and then calls for his elemental companion to come. In few seconds, Rockfist forms out from the arena's ground. Dralix jumps to the back of the earth elemental.
"Congratulations for your victory, Krono, but now I must go!"
With his master on his back, the earth elemental rushes and leaps away from the arena, and both figures disappear.
Your move and that was a good trick with the mirror.
Yes, I do read the Wheel of Time. I'm about halfway through the 11th book, I wanted to wait for it to come out in paperback before I bought it (I think the hardback was $35 or somehting crazy).Gideon: I'll fight if you want, but let's wait awhile so that any new other people can get a turn.
LostMage: Wanna send Venti for a spin with Tyrion?
Hrm..dragon quest thread slow...
LostMage: Wanna send Venti for a spin with Tyrion?
Aye, that sounds good to me.
Also Bahamut and Larz Fang, let me know when you think it is a good place to judge your tournament betwix Thelron and Siventarr.
So for now we'll leave it up to waiting for someone who wants to be LostMage's partner. Its a good idea though and perhaps we'll try it sometime.
And I think it could be fun to play two characters on opposite teams. It could get a littel confusing, though.
Oh, and speaking of which, I was thinking of making a partner for Venti (though not for this match), a friend he owes a favor to. This friend summoned him to the arena so that Venti could help him win the tornament. I wanted to make him a transmuter, but how would Baleful Polymorph work in the arena? It isn't really fair to expect another opponent to just let their character be turned into a sheep.
But LostMage...basically, if they decide to be a sheep, they'll be a sheep. If not, they won't. That's how it works.
Now, personally, I'd allow it to work, if only for a while...depending on who you're fighting. Gideon, yes. Caben Duur? Probably not.
Also, Bahamut...it would be pretty cool. If you'd like to try it, I'll happily step down and enjoy watching you play it out.
And lastly...you've given me some evil ideas. Don't be suprised if I post a me vs. me battle at somepoint.
Well, remember with baleful polymorph that if you fail the first save you get turned into the animal but succeed at the second save you keep you ability scores, right? Well, imagine someone like Caben Durr as a sheep. That would just be wicked. Hiyaaa!! Bloodthirsty sheep of doom will kick your ***!!
Well, not sure who Caben Durr is, but whoever he may be, I probably won't be able to take him seriously now: I'll just think "What if he was turned into a sheep?" (you watch, he'll end up as Venti's partner or something)
But, really, I was wondering if the idea sounded fair- I would imagine that geas, a clever suggestion, even charm monster could potentially end a match instantly, if the hapless victim allows it, which I would assume, would not.
Now...where are those links...
Not able to take Caben Duur seriously? Oh...very bad indeed.
Now...where are those links...
This dosen't sound good...
The bar thread begins here. We find out Caben's little problem.
He returns here.
And it ends here, amid much chaos.
Also, I think I'll watch this one. :D I'd like to see this outcome.
I'll have my chance again soon
Also, I love this smiley
Also...
HAHAHA! MINE IS AN EVIL LAUGH!!! (to quote the pilot from one of my favorite series...)You're a binder...Caben Duur is (just barely) a vestige (or is he?)...
Nice char, Fullmetal!
Also...
You're a binder...Caben Duur is (just barely) a vestige (or is he?)...
Who is Caban Duur?
:DAnd Caben Duur tread very close to that line...:D
But yes, him as a sheep is amusing...as is the thought of him as Santa.
EDIT: Fullmetal...go up to the post before your first one.
Well, I guess I will try this out. Seems like alot of fun :D
Also, LostMage...if you still need help with anything, I'm usually available with assistance (unless you want to know what to do against me :devil
Whoa. I wish I got help like yours... and the artwork is great, did you draw that yourself?
To tell the truth, no, I didn't. One of my friends had drewn that character, but he said I could use it. But I do draw my own pictures. I just don't have time to post them on the net. I love drawing dragons. I'm on of the best in my High School.
And help like yours? Meaning "My character idea is good?" I do get alot of "Wow, that;s interesting" stuff from my friends in the group. My group has two 24 year olds, one 32 year old, and I'm 14 :D
Also, LostMage...if you still need help with anything, I'm usually available with assistance (unless you want to know what to do against me :devil
Well, when I said 'help', I suppose I was thinking of the character- building variety. Venti's backround seems rather...plain, especially after reading some of Caben Durr's adventures (and I'd like to add another 'Wow. That was awesome' to your collection)
And, Fullmetal, that's pretty neat: I DM for my younger couisins, so it's a bit of a different expeirience (well, there close to my age, "younger couisin" is a little misleading)
And thanks for the compliment! :D
Oh. We (or at least I) didn't do anything there. He had that down himself.
And thanks for the compliment! :D
Right. I'll have to take a look at some books for inspiration then, for good heroes, 'cause lots of the characters I've seen are anti-heroes or just plain evil. (Though I'm sure that there are LG or NG characters around here somewhere...)
And, Fullmetal, that's pretty neat: I DM for my younger couisins, so it's a bit of a different expeirience (well, there close t my age, "younger couisin" is a little misleading)
Yeah, but I have a hard time playing D&D sometimes. I sometimes feel stupid for saying something an adult wouldn't know about the game, if you know what I mean.
I also had some bloody noses in school from bullies (or as I call jerks "troglodytes") pick on me for believe in somethings other people don't. For an example, Dragons are part of my life. You know why? Here are the top reasons...
1) They got me to start playing D&D
2) They made me someone speical other then a normal person that goes to school everyday.
3) I think it made my school grades increase
4) I don't know why, but I have a feeling dragons are real or I'm just one of them. Werid, yes? :D
I love D&Ds. Mostly how I get to talk to my friend Arthur (the 32 year old). The group loves my DMingh and campaign setting (homebrew). Well, thats enough about me. How about you guys?
As for the bullies, that's a little out of my leugue, but have you talked to someone you trust about that (I know, standard answer, but it's true). And dragons? Hey, I don't think it's weird, the idea helps you out, you know? There's nothing wrong with that.
And me? Well, lessee, I like to draw alot (cartoons, mostly). And I have a habbit of writing down random ideas for a nebulous fantasy that I sorta have in my head... but never seem to use them. But friends of mine have thought of me as a bard before (the storytellers from ancient Ireland, etc., not the backup spell caster/rougue), as I tend to tell interesting stories in person. Eh, what can one do? I'm also working on a campaign setting, but never posted it yet, it's still got gaping holes in it.
Gidieon: Alas, Venti may seem out of place here. Maybe his aforementioned friend will be a little shadier.
I like bards. They wake people up when they don't feel like readying a good book. I also like telling stories, but I don't like telling them to other people. I like writing my ideas on paper, show them to someone I trust, leave them alone for a bit and ask them later what they thought about it.
I can relate to all of the above, but I usually keep my ideas to myself (which may be why I don't do much with them), and I usually tell my stories to lots of people at once, I have a knack for starting interesting conversations (sorry, don't want to sound like I'm bragging). And, looking at the above posts, so do you.
Oh, and just a quick aside: Edward Elric is one of my favorite manga characters
I say go for it.
Also, Fullmetal...nice to see I'm not alone with the being shy about my writing part. :D I worked for about 4 months on a short story once...and its only been seen by 3 people so far. :D
Although, I must say...this is good practice for writing things like that, and vice versa.
This might partly explain the enormous amount of character backstory material on my computer...for characters that I don't even use...
Anyway...time for me to go do thread related stuff. :P
And who would have thought that a discussion on a thread could move so fast? I'm used to a few hour waits for replies, so this was a fun change. It was great to meet you, Fullmetal Alchemist, I'll see you later.
Oh, and Gidieon, the link to your 'Die Test'? It leads back to the arena. Thought I'd let you know.
'Night, all.
Night.
Whoa, look at the time!
And who would have thought that a discussion on a thread could move so fast? I'm used to a few hour waits for replies, so this was a fun change. It was great to meet you, Fullmetal Alchemist, I'll see you later.
Well, I do like moving replies fast. Even though this isn't a chatroom, I think it still needs to move at a good motion. I don't feel like waiting two weeks for one reply and never ever get on back :D
Nice char, Fullmetal!
Also...: HAHAHA! MINE IS AN EVIL LAUGH!!! : (to quote the pilot from one of my favorite series...)
You're a binder...Caben Duur is (just barely) a vestige (or is he?)...
Also, I so going to put this in my signature soon! Kind of funny, but I disagree. This is more you Gideon :angelhide
BIC:
Larz: that was an awsume fight, you did very good.
Larz: that was an awsume fight, you did very good.
Thanks, kronos451, but still I get the feeling that I am going to be the only one around here who doesn't win any of his battles for a looooong time.
BTW Isint it like three in the morning in finlalnd?
. Although I assume Gideon took care of that in a PM?Ok Bahamut if you believe you can fight yourself then have at it. We have Venti and Silence vs Tyrion and Valoran reserved for a match next.
until he got it.I'm glad to see he's keeping it :D
Well Sorcen...seeing as I'm not authorized to distribute dragons, I gave him a
I'm glad to see he's keeping it :D
Yes, chickens are soft
Whoa I missed some interesting conversation. Welcome to the arena Fullmetal_Alchemist, here's your . Although I assume Gideon took care of that in a PM?
Thanks. Yup, he helped me out through most of it and how to start up my character. Can't wait for a macth :D
You choose, if you accept. :D
Well, Fullmetal...if you want, I'll fight you, with either Mzumu Kagunda, Ukinanni, or a new guy (Coin, a mage who fortune favors, even if his magic is completely out of his control).
You choose, if you accept. :D
Yes, I shall accept. Just have to show me how we do this and all before we go into battle. I'll use Zoqies (Of course, who else?). You may pick any of your character, doesn't matter to me.
So now we have:
Venti and Silence vs Tyrion and Valoran
Zoqies vs (Gideon's choice of one of his characters)
: in reserve for whenever space frees up.
Basically, look at the battles already up. One of us will post an entrance, then the other. Then the battle starts, depending on who begins the fight (usually up to the players).
Then we each post attacks and responses, along with dialogue if needed. It's pretty easy. You'll catch on fast, and if you've read Tyler's Laptop, which I know you did, you should be fine.
Anyway...Sorcen, got an opening?
And I find it very funny how I bring in my character, then someone with the name fullmetal alchemist enters...though I doubt anyone'll see the connection yet at least...
And since the IC is currently taken up with Revlis and I's fight, adn the IC2 is hosting two combats there will probably be a little delay in you getting your match. Use the time wisely (I'd go read up those past battles... Gideon, for one, makes some good reads.)
As for me, I'm assuming that the IC 1 thread that Bahamut is talking about is this one.
And just a quick question, your character dosen't die unless you decide s/he is slain, right? I noticed a few "and there was nothing left of whoever but a beating heart/puff of ozone/pile of component atoms" in a few instances, how is that happening? Isn't that restricted by Freedom of Destiny?
But, 'till then, an essay on WWI awaits.
*hugs Faos*
Halo of Fire: At will, you can create a field of fire around you in wreaths of flame. Any opponent that strikes you takes 1d6 points of damage in melee combat. You may also deal 1d6 points of fire damage when you damage a foe. Your flame never harms you and your objects.
Dwarven Step: You can move normal land speed even if your in medium or heavy armor.
Imporved Sunder: Gain Improved Sunder as a bonus feat as long as you are bound with Aym.
Resistance to Fire: You gain Fire Resistance 10
Medium Armor Proficiency: You may use Medium armor without penalty.
Ruinous Attack: Your melee attacks deal double damage to all objects.
That's pretty good for a first level character. But i'm not familiar with the binder class all that much, I just know what it is that they do.
Binders is my favourite class of all time. I actully study Goetias (which are like seals of the vestige. Mostly stuff about the underworld and dukes, priest, and clerics of hell). I just like the idea of the class to much. You gain a power not even a god can gain. It is easy to learn, but hard to master. It also makes deep backgrounds. I would made Zoqie's background better, but I was kind of sleepy :D
Back on binders: I admit, they sound awesome. I want to see what the Sin of Good can do as a binder. But, I seem to have a fondness for playing heroes, and binders sound... not quite evil, I suppose shady.
Sounds interesting-Tome of Magic is the book that's in, correct? I think I'd personally prefer a truenamer, since the whole 'Ancient Language' thing is something I wanted to add to my campagin (just for flavor, y'know?) but then, if I wanted to lift it right from the books that I like, it just wouldn't work.
Back on binders: I admit, they sound awesome. I want to see what the Sin of Good can do as a binder. But, I seem to have a fondness for playing heroes, and binders sound... not quite evil, I suppose shady.
Note Truenamers: Yes, they rock. They are really good if you just focus on your Truespeck skill, but at times, I disagree with how it should be a skill based magic system.
I'll just list my favourite classes in line like this...
#1) Binder; #2) Truenamer, #3) Dragon Shaman, #4) Bard, and #5) Totimest. I have alot of favourtie class, but those of my top favs.
For Binders: Yes, they are in Tome of Magic as well is Shadowcaster, but shadow magic is a bit silly. Needs more work.
My qoute on "Sin of Good" is the title of my character :D
It means he doesn't care if his powers are good or evil. He uses them for good and his dream is to see his friend's face again.
On favorite classes, it'd have to be Sorcerer. Number one, no question. But I'm planning on making a fighter or some kind of wizard in the near future, and here would be a great place to field new ideas (in some ways), and possibly lift some villains for my campaign (with credit given to the creator...somehow).
I think at first level, he picks from a list of heritage feats (Like demon, dragon, elementals, etc) and from now on, at some levels, he gets speical powers based on his bloodline powers.
Sorcerer is over still good without class abilities though. Just that it could use work to make it even better.
Yes, I think they ought to get some kind of class abilities, instead of just their spell swap thing. But, for sorces of magic, I don't actually use dragons all that much. One of the sorcerers that I'm playing now draws his powers from the moon. Venti is actully the first sorcerer that has magic granted by a dragon. Although it's not through an ancestor.
I like that idea. Honestly, I think a sorcerer should be a bloodline spellcaster or a person that gets a power from the a speical soruce. The moon idea is really cool. The sorcerer in my world are rare, but powerful. The same goes for Favored Soul.
Speaking of them, what do you think of Favored Souls? I think they are cool, but the diety class abilites and all are kind of werid. I'm rebuilding the class abilites for my world where he is born by a god's grace, but that doesn't mean the person has to worship the god himself. He can respect him, but not worship.
The class will keep the resistance and wing thing class abilites while he gains other abilities that seem to fit a gothic/horror setting.
Anyway, Favored Soul= Divine magic version of the sorcerer, yeah? Well, I don't know what kind of special abilities they have, if you'd be so kind as to sum them up for me?
As for the moon: thanks, in the campaign that I'm writing, sorcerers all draw their power from the moon, and wizards from the sun. It's mostly a flavor thing, but I'm planning to work in a prestige class that is based on an individual star.
(uh, I hope no one minds that we're eating up the thread pages... maybe we should continue this discussion via PM?) But, once a thread is at page 45, I think it may be a non-issue...
Sorry, but I gotta go, take a shower, and study for a Science test tomorrow. There's also a pizza party at my school along with my group game. But thanks for talking. See you tomorrow!
I just realized that the jazz band I'm in is going to Idaho for a Jazz Competition this weekend... We'll be gone from Friday to Sunday, so unless Venti and Lord Gareth want to wait quite a few days before me responding, I think we should postpone that battle until Sunday evening (if I'm not dead from exhaustion) or Monday evening. Sorry for the sudden news, the trip has been foremost in my mind for a week or so and yet I totally forgot about it. Once again, SORRY!
I seem to be saying "sorry" a lot lately... But, I've had the luxury of posting frequently at night because I'm on mid-winter break at present, so I'll be able to keep up with the arena until Sunday evening, when real life starts again, and I won't be able to stay up so late to have conversations (save for Friday and Saturday, of course). So...I'm not sure how fast matches move on the arena, but I won't be able to keep up with them on a daily basis like now come this Sunday.
Anyway, I usually get on in teh evenings and deprive myself of sleep so I can reply to posts before I get up at 5 friggen in the morning for the zero-hour Jazz class. And since I live in the country, I have to drive for a half-hour with my Dad to school... And he always has the radio really loud so he doesn't fall asleep while he drives, but it drives me nuts because I can't get to sleep either... Anyway, I'll stop griping now.
As for the practice match, you might want to get one of the newer people, like LostMage, to have it with you so you can both get the practice.
Y'know, they should have a Caben Durr smiley. I just thought of that.
Oh, and welcome back.
I was thinking of setting up a practice match thread for the competitors to practice amongst themselves and have those matches not really be tended by judges. Just let the competitors sort out who wins on their own. Granted the thread will likely be overcome with OOC posts and fall to chaos within days of its birth but perhaps it could work. Any thoughts on this, ya's or na's... or baa's if you happen to be Caben 'sheep' Durr. :P Sorry it was the best I could come up with.
EDIT: I support a Caben Durr smiley.
And for a practice thread, maybe you could do it like this: it is strictly IC. There are individual or team competitions. And, there must be a third party judge (so, for example, if two people have a practice match, they just ask for a third party judge, which could be any poster willing to do so, it dosen't have to be Sorcen & co.). You could set it up as a large room, intead of an arena.
Thats a great idea there really. If I get plenty of approval for this new thread and approval for your idea then it should work pretty well. Hopefully it wont replace the arena battles though ;) .
OOC: I agree there, Caben Durr just isnt the smiling type is he.
Thats a great idea there really. If I get plenty of approval for this new thread and approval for your idea then it should work pretty well. Hopefully it wont replace the arena battles though ;) .
Thanks. And, I don't think it can replace the arena. The arena has an audience. Of monsters. And a chronicle. The practice matches shouldn't have a place for spectators, that is to say, people can watch, of course, but non-involved characters can't talk about the practice area in threads like the tavern. But, that's just me.
Classes Taught by Paraclesius
Merely step into one of my classes to join them and feel free to ask questions and participate in the lectures. Perhaps there will be tests in teh future if I actually get students, who knows what the future may hold.
(Currently Taught Classes)
General Studies of Offensive Magic
Application of Offensive Magicks
The Art of Domination
(Possible coming soon classes)
War Magic and its Strategic Value on the Battlefield
(Currently Taught Classes)
General Studies of Offensive Magic
Application of Offensive Magicks
The Art of Domination
(Possible coming soon classes)
War Magic and its Strategic Value on the Battlefield
Or at least have the option to, and this combined with one basic principle of honour (the don't hold back one) means its not so much an option, as all-out war...
"Alright, this is just a practice session."
"Got it. Hellball!"
*everyone in vicinity dies. Gets ressurected*
"SON OF A BI-"
*asses are kicked. Screams echo throughout the arena*
Sorcen: "This was my worst idea ever..."
Also, in all fairness...Only Mzumu, Inaya, and the new guy are currently active. Some are gone, some are dead...
But if it gets to confusing...please alert me :D
Speaking of which...your opponent will be posted soon: here, on the roster, and (probably...although maybe later) in the tavern. I'm writing him up as we speak.
Wait, we are starting the match soon? Now I'm confused :P
Also I beleive I have about equal votes of Na's and Ya's for the practice thread. What if I roleplayed that there are magical barriers around the room similar to the ones protecting the audience. These barriers are put there by Sorcen himself and will keep any attacks contained within that training room. The room will also repair itself nearly instantly if you insist that one of your attacks deal some sort of damage to a wall, but the characters will be confined within the room and cannot be thrown through the wall and come out in the tavern or arena or some such thing. And perhaps teh characters auto-resurrect when they are slain within the room.
Do these ideas change your minds, na-sayers?
*idea snaps in head. Things fall into place*
AAAAAAARGH! HOW DID I NOT BRING HER HERE!
*slams head against wall*
She's my favorite char ever, and I FORGOT TO BRING HER! OH MY GOD!
But Coin's not that much like her, I don't think, so if you want to bring her in, go ahead.
And give me another...oh...5-10 minutes. Just touching up the entrance. :D
“Huh. Not so good. Well, I guess it worked, at least…”[i]
As he turns around, the light brightens, and sunbeams glance and play off his golden-blond hair. He flashes the audience a dazzling smile and throws his hands into the air with a flourish, revealing the coins tattooed on the backs of his hands.
[/i]“HELLOOOOOOO BAATOR!”[i]
There is a rumble of thunder, a burst of fireworks, and flowers rain from the skies as the youth strides up to the Judge’s stand. As he walks, his worn traveler's cloths fade away, revealing a gleaming, spotless white suit, simple and stylish. Reaching the stands, he looks at the assembles judges and winks. With a flick of his wrist he produces a golden coin from thin air and throws it into the air.[/i]
“Heads I’m in, tails I go home.”
The coin drops downward, then vanishes in a puff of blue smoke. From Sorcen’s ear the youth pulls the golden disc, and slams it on the table.
“Heads. I’m in!”[i]
With that, he signs the giant tome with a single word.
Coin.[/i]
Coin
Sigil, The Outlands—January 1st, 1996—4:31 a.m. (Earth Time): The Tower of Visions is falling. Chunks of stone the size of houses rain down on the city. Molten metal cracks and pop as it cools, the only remnants of the tower’s delicate instruments. Something has shattered the sensors, built to withstand the power of the gods themselves. But something has broken them. Something has turned the tower into a ruin. Something has fractured the most powerful magical detectors ever devised: even now the column of raw arcane power drills through the other side of Sigil, and shoots past to the plains beyond, where it vanishes into the distance.
From the rubble staggers a dazed and trembling badger; all that’s left of the tower’s Watcher. It rises up on its hind legs and tries to speak, but can merely grunt in alarm. A cleric of Obad-Hai is summoned, and, through the use of speak with animals, the Watcher tells all.
“I have never seen anything like it…not in over 65,000 years. Not since Trisus Mer. And the power is immense. Far greater than that wielded by Trisus Mer…and he constructed Toril from pure ether…I shudder to think about the repercussions of this.”
“But you know the strangest thing? It didn’t come from Toril, Eberron, Kalasim…it didn’t even come from a plane with a high arcane potential.”
“It came from Material Plane #347654a. It came from...”
Los Angeles, CA, USA, Earth—January 1st, 1996—4:33a.m. (Earth Time): Light flashes briefly, and the city turns dark. The power is gone, and night cloaks the entire town…except for a single room in the Los Angeles Municipal Hospital, where the light glows far brighter than even the fluorescent bulbs can account for. And a cry pierces the still night air: a child has entered the world.
Dr. Alexander Waterman hands the struggling infant over to Mr. and Mrs. Robert Anstron with a sigh of relief. As the new mother hugs the baby to her breast, Dr. Waterman looks down at the palms of his hands. The skin is red and raw, as if he had clutched hot iron instead of a newborn babe, and where he touched the child his hands tingle with a chill that penetrates down to the bone. He wonders about this constantly until he reaches his home, but come the next day he can remember unusual about the delivery.
The power outage is never explained.
Charles Anstron is possibly the single most powerful mortal in the multiverse…in theory. He is nothing less than a True Sorcerer…his magical potential rivals even that of the gods, and entire planes could fall before him like grass before a scythe…again, theoretically.
Born in Los Angeles, Charles grew up without knowledge of his power. It only manifested in his extraordinary luck with almost everything. Charles almost never lost games of chance, and during childhood games like Trouble! and Monopoly he reliably rolled excellently. It was during high school when his powers began to truly emerge, and it was shortly after the three-alarm fire that (coincidently) got Charles out of a mid-term he hadn’t studied for that Sigil Prep found out about him. They jumped at the chance to have the single most powerful mage in all of existence enrolled in their academy, and offered him a full scholarship.
Naturally, Charles, now a senior, also jumped at the chance of a full-scholarship to the most interesting school in the universe, and so he bid his parents farewell and left the planet Earth for the Outlands. After hearing about his vast potential, he exchanged his name (which he was never truly fond of) for the moniker ‘Coin,’ the name of a powerful boy mage from a book by his favorite author, the British writer Terry Pratchett. Like the hero of that story, Charles’ ability was enormous, and the Dean of Sigil Prep himself often took Charles aside for lessons.
Unfortunately for Sigil Prep, their hopes were dashed when Charles’s personality got loose on campus. Handsome, outgoing, and charming, he focused more on girls and parties than on his studies. As a result, his already out-of-control powers spiraled into chaos. The only mage course he really aced was Basic Sorcery, although he got top marks in the others (due mainly to some extremely lucky guessing). Upon graduating, the only thing he could do was channel his power at will…he had no control over its outcome beyond a slight hope that it worked as planned (and the worthless ability to manipulate coins…the only real use for it he ever found was for party tricks). And so the universe’s most powerful magus cannot reliably cast even magic missile. While the mere use of detect magic on him will render the user unconscious due to the overwhelming power, that vast potential remains just out of his grasp. He can use it, but it will not bend to his will.
Not that he really cares. Charles is a fun-loving, risk-taking kind of guy, and he doesn’t long for power. Sure, he enjoys wielding it…but in the long run, what would he do with it if he had control? Conquer universes? Create gold? Buy New York?
Well, yes…but he’s just not interested right now.
From the rubble staggers a dazed and trembling badger; all that’s left of the tower’s Watcher. It rises up on its hind legs and tries to speak, but can merely grunt in alarm. A cleric of Obad-Hai is summoned, and, through the use of speak with animals, the Watcher tells all.
“I have never seen anything like it…not in over 65,000 years. Not since Trisus Mer. And the power is immense. Far greater than that wielded by Trisus Mer…and he constructed Toril from pure ether…I shudder to think about the repercussions of this.”
“But you know the strangest thing? It didn’t come from Toril, Eberron, Kalasim…it didn’t even come from a plane with a high arcane potential.”
“It came from Material Plane #347654a. It came from...”
Los Angeles, CA, USA, Earth—January 1st, 1996—4:33a.m. (Earth Time): Light flashes briefly, and the city turns dark. The power is gone, and night cloaks the entire town…except for a single room in the Los Angeles Municipal Hospital, where the light glows far brighter than even the fluorescent bulbs can account for. And a cry pierces the still night air: a child has entered the world.
Dr. Alexander Waterman hands the struggling infant over to Mr. and Mrs. Robert Anstron with a sigh of relief. As the new mother hugs the baby to her breast, Dr. Waterman looks down at the palms of his hands. The skin is red and raw, as if he had clutched hot iron instead of a newborn babe, and where he touched the child his hands tingle with a chill that penetrates down to the bone. He wonders about this constantly until he reaches his home, but come the next day he can remember unusual about the delivery.
The power outage is never explained.
Charles Anstron is possibly the single most powerful mortal in the multiverse…in theory. He is nothing less than a True Sorcerer…his magical potential rivals even that of the gods, and entire planes could fall before him like grass before a scythe…again, theoretically.
Born in Los Angeles, Charles grew up without knowledge of his power. It only manifested in his extraordinary luck with almost everything. Charles almost never lost games of chance, and during childhood games like Trouble! and Monopoly he reliably rolled excellently. It was during high school when his powers began to truly emerge, and it was shortly after the three-alarm fire that (coincidently) got Charles out of a mid-term he hadn’t studied for that Sigil Prep found out about him. They jumped at the chance to have the single most powerful mage in all of existence enrolled in their academy, and offered him a full scholarship.
Naturally, Charles, now a senior, also jumped at the chance of a full-scholarship to the most interesting school in the universe, and so he bid his parents farewell and left the planet Earth for the Outlands. After hearing about his vast potential, he exchanged his name (which he was never truly fond of) for the moniker ‘Coin,’ the name of a powerful boy mage from a book by his favorite author, the British writer Terry Pratchett. Like the hero of that story, Charles’ ability was enormous, and the Dean of Sigil Prep himself often took Charles aside for lessons.
Unfortunately for Sigil Prep, their hopes were dashed when Charles’s personality got loose on campus. Handsome, outgoing, and charming, he focused more on girls and parties than on his studies. As a result, his already out-of-control powers spiraled into chaos. The only mage course he really aced was Basic Sorcery, although he got top marks in the others (due mainly to some extremely lucky guessing). Upon graduating, the only thing he could do was channel his power at will…he had no control over its outcome beyond a slight hope that it worked as planned (and the worthless ability to manipulate coins…the only real use for it he ever found was for party tricks). And so the universe’s most powerful magus cannot reliably cast even magic missile. While the mere use of detect magic on him will render the user unconscious due to the overwhelming power, that vast potential remains just out of his grasp. He can use it, but it will not bend to his will.
Not that he really cares. Charles is a fun-loving, risk-taking kind of guy, and he doesn’t long for power. Sure, he enjoys wielding it…but in the long run, what would he do with it if he had control? Conquer universes? Create gold? Buy New York?
Well, yes…but he’s just not interested right now.
Coin: *Unleashes something. Prays*
Endeca: "CHAOS DIMENSION!" *Prays*
But yeah...that's a battle Chaos himself would show up to.
Sheep?
The ground seals over, and a young elf is standing there in the middle of a flock of sheep, grinning embarassedly.
"Erm...missed me planeshift...where am I?"
She looks around, then tugs on her shocking pink hair.
"Hey...Gar told me 'bout this place. This is that Arena. Hey! I didn't miss! Great!"
She walks up to Sorcen boldly, her steel-soled boots clacking on the ground. She shakes his hand vigourously and gives a small salute to the other two judges.
"Name's Endeca Spellweaver. Other people tend to call me Chaos Mage, like it's a bad thing or something. Alright, so that chicken didn't have tentacles to begin with, but hey, it's more fun that way, right? Anyway.."
She signs her name in the book and walks away, toward the song drifting from the Taverne.
And Gareth...we need to have these two fight at some point in the future. I just want to see how much of the arena doesn't turn into jelly. :D
Yes, and I love it, but no. It might have subconsciously influenced me, but I didn't base it off anything in there.
And Gareth...we need to have these two fight at some point in the future. I just want to see how much of the arena doesn't turn into jelly. :D
Well, I didn't mean to say he's based on a character in particular, his quirks just made me think of that novel. First thing that came to my head.
One of the things I RP on the most is a site called Gaia Online. There's no way I can possibly explain it to you; you have to sign up and eexperience it for yourself. The RP there is a bit different from here, and definitely broader in its aspects. Check it out; you'll have a blast.
If you need help there, I'm Brisinaria. Just send me a PM.
Also, it appears that Tyler and Coin have a few unsettled problems stemming all the back to High School...:D
"FOOL! MINE IS A FLAVOR SO IRRESISTABLY DELECTABLE THAT IT WOULD DRIVE YOU MAD!"
Even if the rest of stood by and allowed that...Sorcen wouldn't be killed that easily. I'm not sure, but I think he's near deity level...after all, he conquered [b]HELL[/b]. Asmodeus doesn't allow just anyone to waltz in and take over.
Also...the judges alone can probably take any deity you care to name (except probably Ao), and many of the competitors could do the same. So those vampire assassians are about to go home in boxes.
A lot of the "big guns" are in battles or off adventuring, but if you try something like that...well...
OOC: No offense intended in that response, merely roleplaying Sorcen's response. Also I'll be starting that new training room thread momentarily. I probably wont be back on here for a few hours though, its a busy day. I have to go train Aya with her new sais while I train with my various new weapons I aquired recently.
[color=green]My lord...if you will allow me to speak...is it wise to allow such beings to go unpunished?[/color]
OOC: RulerofDarkness...no offense here either. Same thing as Sorcen.
Also, Sorcen: Various new weapons? Sounds good to me. :D Have fun!
Also Sorcen didnt conquer Hell from Asmodeus, his father Necros killed Asmodeus and took over Hell but then Tiamat wanted to take over Hell as well and, long story short they had an alliance and Sorcen was born from the two and then Sorcen drained alot of his mother's powers and the wounded Tiamat fled to the shadow dimension ( different from the shadow plane) and waited for revenge. Then Sorcen tried to kill his father but his father ended up being bound to Sorcen's sword which was in turn bound to Sorcen's mind.
Oh and yeh new weapons are always good. A 4-headed flail, a new rapier, and a broken $5 sword that I plan to fix up and make it pretty cool looking.
BIC: Sorcen smiles at his friend's merciless suggestion, "Sometimes yes but the mere show of my power should have been plenty to deter another attack. Besides, if I destroy all the vampires then who will be left to worship my queen."
OOC: Lostmage...sure. Go ahead and enter. Someone (not sure who I'm using yet) will be along shortly.
4-headed flail Sorcen? Better you than me. I tried one once...hit myself about...oh...7 times, then gave up. The rapier however I must whole-heartedly approve of. As a fencer myself, I really regret letting one slip away from me (amazing weapon, perfectly balanced...from Toledo, actually, but it was 180 euros and I wanted to be able to eat for the rest of the trip...Damn me and my needing nutrition!).
Which is why, when I statted myself out (who hasn't? :D), I fit perfectly into a Gestalt Rogue/Swashbuckler/\Bard. YAY! I'M NOT OPTIMIZED!!!
OOC: Yeh I have a feeling the 4-headed flail will be a bit of a challenge, but on the other hand my weapon of choice is the lashknife (knife on a rope essentially) so that training may carry over to the flail usage. I agree, rapiers are excellent weapons and its hard to pass one up. I have my custom one that has a katana handle and I have my new one with a better blade and its much much lighter. I would like to have taken fencing back in highschool but because of my troublesome ways they wouldnt let me fund and start up my own afterschool class for it so we ended up using my front yard for weapons trainings and hand to hand sparring. We now have an annual tournament during the summer with seperate divisions for hand to hand and weapons.
Yep. For the past 9 years. :D
If you don't mind my asking, which weapon?
There was a time when I wanted to make a bow for myself. I got the American Boys Handybook, which had instructions on things like that. Only, where do you find a barrel stave today? I couldn't make any of the weapons in the book. That's pretty neat that you can make your own, Sorcen.
Why do you ask?
Always nice to come across one who isn't :DAlthough, if you've ever been to a national event...I'd never have believed there were that many fencers around. I had one tournament (and this was just Div III men's foil, out of three divisions for each gender for each weapon) with over 250 competitors...
That was a long day :D
Those are the ones I can't stand. But its fun to poke fun at them, since I fence with an odd style of dodging and counter-attacking, and they rarely hit me. :D
Seeing their faces after the 4th time I hit them when they thought they hit me is priceless. :D
As for fencing the crazier people: yes, it's definitly worth every touch:D
But I have a really bad habbit of using counterattacks, and being left-handed, they land a lot in practice. Ah, well, bad habbits die hard (or something along those lines)
Sorry to be confusing
I know, it isn't something you would expect there to be any rules for.
Um, as for Venti & Mzumu's match... dinner seems to have arrived at rather bad time, so I'll have to take a moment to eat- I'll be back soon as I can. Sorry!
I to will be back as soon as possible.
Who knows what that means. I'll probably be on and off. But (contrary to my previous statement) I'm here until I leave (...duh).
Parents...they should come with instruction manuals. :D
But, I'd help my mom with dinner, too. I'm not in any hurry, don't worry about leaving to help her.
. But I'm here for now, so let's rock! (literally...I just grew a mountain under you :D)I'm offline for 3 days because my provider decides that their going to "fix" the connection, and when I rturn I find that Ive got 5 pages of reading to do in THIS THREAD ALONE! Good work. I've still got to go through the other 3 pages I haven't gotten to, but from the two pages I did read, welcome fullmetal achemist and Lost Mage.
To Fullmetal: Soo, we've got ourselves another dragon-lover do we? I can tell we're going to get along just fine. Well, I look forward to seeing what you do with that new charecter of yours (Ashardalon?).
Nice to have you back, though. Let's see...maybe I can summarize for you.
Fullmetal and Lostmage joined, Gareth introduced Endeca, I introduced Coin...Gareth created the awards thread (HERE, if you missed it)...um...Sorcen created the training room thread...
I'm sure there's something I'm missing though...
As to the chaos mage battle, I'd like to see that one. A little something tells me that if Sevifor isn't in the battle to begin with, the sheer force of all that Chaos will drag him kicking and screeming into the fight (which he'll probably get out of ASAP).
Given this influx of new charecters and competitors, i may just have to introduce another charecter so that I can take people up on these challenges. Given the recent influx of good/nuetral charecters, I think I'll be throwing in my evil charecter concept...when I recover from posting and reading up on all that I've missed.
And Yes ank, I love dragons as if hell were here. My whole life is devoted to dragons since I was little. I guess you enjoy fat lizards as well? :D
Fullmetal, I'd hazard a geuss that you've read Eragon?
Yes, and I loved it. It is what made want to write a novel of my own on my Lost Heaven campaign setting. I young boy (about the age of 15) lives out on the streets. Mostly, he is alot like my Zoqies character, but deeper in emotions. I'm trying to write three books on the novel. It is called,
The Soldier's Side: Book 1, Ready To Die
The Soldier's Side: Book 2, Blood like Ink
The Soldier's Side: Book 3, Chess of Gods
I hated the Eragon movie.
As for your book, the best of luck to you, someday I might be able to read it:D The most creative writing I've actually orginized would be the grapic novel I did for my english class.
I'm not sure I'd call them fat, winged lizards. There are a few other choice words that I use to refer to them, mostly through my guise..er..charecter, Doran. On this complete tangent about the eragon movie, really good detail, I think they did an everall good job, worth seeing definately. However, the entire thing is undercut by the fact that it just moves way too fast. Given that the movie was under an hour and half, they could easily have added 20 minutes or so so that the scenes didn't seem as rushed (ex. meeting with murtag and literally 40 seconds later, miles away in the varden's valley.)
Back to buisiness: Could someone please post the link to the training thread so I can enjoy some head-bashing, new player goodness?
Here you go!
Well, I call them "Fat lizards" because so many people make fun of me for believeing in them. So "Fat Lizard" is something I say if someone doesn't devote something to dragons or just think they are stupid :D
Also, LostMage...I'm not sure when my next post is gonna be. Sorry bout that, but I'm doing a lot of stuff right now :D
That's o.k., Gideon, gives me more time to think.
I'm gonna be running Coin against you. He's on the Character Roster if you want to know more about him (if you missed his entrance). Tell me what you think, will you?
I just read it, and I think it is cool. Seems like a character I play once in awhile. But I have to disagree that he is the strongest mortal in the whole universe. Everyone has a weakness.
:D "You can't destory what you didn't create."
Wielding infinite arcane power doesn't do crap against a dagger in the gut :D
EDIT: Not that anyone now really cares, but for future reference...I put a post for new player's on Tyler's laptop that explains what goes on here and how it works, so we can send any newcomers there (Fullmetal and LostMage have already had it explained to them, so it's kind of worthless now. But I was bored :D)
(ah, luck... if you can never control your power fully, you can never find its limit...)
Which, I must say, kind of sucks for him. Or would, if he cared.
Sure, he could take out the gods, or Toril, or pretty much anything...but the odds are really against him (he'd be more likely to accidently turn everything within 60ft of him into caramel corn), and he's not really that kind of guy.
Oh, by the way, the deity Mzumu refered to, did you make him up, or was he borrowed from mythology? The name certainly fooled me.
Normally Mzumu references real Swahili gods/goddesses, and occasionally speaks in Swahili, when he's not conversing in sign language. :D
And yeah...I think the Training Room is going to be a popular waiting area.
Just wondering, the whole room is white, but changes at will when both characters agree to change the setting?
Actually, if anyone can pick out the meaning and language, they can have a
!Fullmetal, I was thinking it was more of a natural effect of the room. It takes the shape (in a small area) of something the character is familiar with, but both floorings/settings can co-exist. In the practic Venti v. Mzumu, I was picturing the wooden pannels meeting the red earth that Mzumu brought along.
Or yes...it can work like LostMage said as well. The opponents decide.
LostMage...the only thing I can find is the Starbuck's drink, the Venti Mocha Cappuccino. But I doubt that's it :D
EDIT: It's also Italian for "20". And Roman for "Winds"
Fullmetal...the room changes, but only for the character involved. If you and I are fighting at the same time as Gareth and Revlis, we'd have one terrain, they'd have another. That explain it better?
Or yes...it can work like LostMage said as well. The opponents decide.
LostMage...the only thing I can find is the Starbuck's drink, the Venti Mocha Cappuccino. But I doubt that's it :D
EDIT: It's also Italian for "20". And Roman for "Winds"
Yes, Italian, for winds, and the number 20. Have a
(Roman? might you mean Latin?)
And the site I used said roman, but it could have been wrong. :D
Your cookie gets a spot in my sig now...at least until I need more room :D
(Sorry, when I was little, I loved to pick apart the names and sources of Pokemon, and I have lots of fun working out the roots of J.K. Rowling's spells, too.)
Levantar: a strong wind of the western Mediterranean Sea and the southern coasts of France and Spain. It is mild, damp, and rainy and is most common in spring and fall. Its name is derived from Levant, the land at the eastern end of the Mediterranean, and refers to the wind's eastward direction.
Now...while we're on this vein...who knows something about one of my characters? (Not telling which one...let's keep this a bit difficult :devil
(I really think that philology* ought to be taught in schools, honestly)
*philology: the study of languages (not how to speak them, mind you, but the actual movement and patterns of language itself)
EDIT: Oh...and its not the fact that Caben Duur means Vengeful Blood...because it doesn't. Only in my little world...
Anyways:
Fascinating! Here's what I found out about Gideon's characters in my travels:
Kagunda: the last name of an African deputy commissioner of police.
Gideon in Hebrew means “destroyer”, “Mighty Warrior” or “Feller of trees”. He's one of the people in the Old Testament Book of Judges.
My geuss is on Gideon being a Biblical reference, seeing as that was the only thing that looked remotely pertinent...
Anoiestis Lyric, Age 16, Male.
Has a family that is alive and doing well. He is from the outskirts of town and his older brothers have already plowed the field for summer. Mom & Dad are healthy for the years that they have endured and through held back tears have given you the best that they could. Now it is time that Anoiestis struck out on your own. He packed for several days wondering what he would need, what would weigh him down and after parting dinner with the family, Anoiestis fells asleep anxious to expierence life.
His family dislike anything that has to do with dragon, but Anoiestis enjoys then to much. He has devoted his life into them, but his parents are kind of disapointed in him for this. So, he takes care of a young Drakkensteed for most of his life.
I'm still thinking on the background, but I just have one problem; what will his class be? I'm mostly thinking sorcerer or beguiler. I want him to fell like a freak, but people still love him.
His name was chosen cause I think it sounds cool. Nice try though. If I were religious, it would be a likely guess, but I'm not (I'm just to philosophically logical about it...I'll argue religion/politics with anyone, but I don't really have a side).
Sorry, not this time :D
And Fullmetal...classes aren't important here. Just give him abilities you think he should have :D
Finally, it's nice to have people to talk to who are on as often as I am. But Sorcen...if you feel this thread is getting to cluttered, just tell me. I don't want to do anything to impede the functionality of your creation.
As for Gideon, well, he didn't seem like a Biblical reference, to tell the truth, but I was worth a shot.
(And, I'm assuming you mean the names of your characters, right? Or is it there backrounds?)
Maybe he has powers of the arcane in his blood (rare), can use some incarnum unlike those who are trained to use it, knows alot of Hung Gar material arts (Kind of like Earth Bending in "Avatar: Last Airbender")?
Anyway looks like the first match has come to a close in the training thread. I take it the idea worked pretty well then. Oh and all the new rules look pretty good from what I read of them, good job. I agree as well on the joys of being a languist, that was my favorite 'secondary skill' of 2nd edition DnD.
But from what you said, I think you'll be fine.
Anyway looks like the first match has come to a close in the training thread. I take it the idea worked pretty well then. Oh and all the new rules look pretty good from what I read of them, good job.
Yeah, seems like alot of people are going to enjoy it when they have nothing else to do or just feel like having som fun. So, who's next for the practice thread?
And, Fullmetal, I could send Venti back to the practice hall... but you'd have to excuse me at random moments. Gideon's characters are hard to crack...(nice job, by the way)
Who will start the match off?
Fullmetal: I'd like to use the transmuter I've been thinking of for a while, but he's currently at the level of "drawing and short word document with details" level at the moment. Granted, Venti is just being improvised...
Fullmetal: I'd like to use the transmuter I've been thinking of for a while, but he's currently at the level of "drawing and short word document with details" level at the moment. Granted, Venti is just being improvised...
Sorry, I don't really understand. My head is light tonight. :D
I think that whoever does the first practice mathces will define how it's going to work from here on in. Just announce your charcter's entrance in however you see fit, then wait for a partner to show up.
1.Ank
2.someone
3.Ank
4.someone else
5.Ank
6.Ank
7.someone again
8.Ank
But if you need to talk, im ussually on several times a day checking messages (yes, i have dull periods of no life, whats your point?)
.Also, LostMage...since you seem so agrivated: it's not you. It's a difficult assignment.
The character is Mzumu Kagunda, although not much comes up when you search for him.
In the Kikuyu language (I'm assuming its a language...it said origin, and one was Swahili, so...) of Kenya, Kagunda (KAH-gohn-dah) means "of the land"
Mzumu is a slight bastardization of Mzimu, which means "ancestral spirit" in Swahili, and which I didn't like the sound of (hence the switch).
So, Mzumu Kagunda is literally the "spirit of the land," which is fitting, considering he fights by channeling nature spirits and african gods.
His tribe, Zimwi Nunda, translates loosely to "The Spirit Beasts," although it more literally means "The Spirit Beasts of Prey." This represents his use of animal totems such as the eagle (and others to be revealed later :schemes
.Still, I give you points for effort. That one was hard :D
Must. Post. As. Endeca. Now.
(and, an interesting aside: among other things, my word processor can run spell checks in Swahili... who knew?)
The non-swahili part came from an African name database.
I'm off for now. Gotta get up early for work. Thanks again!
--Clayton
And, I still think Gareth's right: your character will develop on his or her own, given the right time and place.
Like when I'm in my school hall ways. There are kids in front of me that move so slow, I don't even think time is moving anymore. Instead of taking two minutes tog et to make locker and into class, it takes me about ten because everyone is so slow.
Sorry if I sound rude, and I'm not trying to be. I usually have an idea in my head, which I do now, but it is the same old same old stuff.
Maybe I should take a walk and listen to some music.
Anyone want a round or two in the Training Room with Jaden Blackblade, Ass-Beater Extraordinaire?
Is my character Zoqies fine? even though does have banages all over his body
Shall we dance, then?
WARNING: My perform skill at dancing is at a -5 unless if I'm playing Dance Dance Revoultion :D
What do you want LostMage (if you are playing)?
(that's up to you guys)
Sash Sirsay, gentleman adventurer
Sash is a high level transmuter from the country of Cirrus. His magic is (a' course) based on transmutations and conjurations, and he is naturally outgoing and enthusiastic. He is a liberator if there ever was one. Using his magic, he can easily free prisoners, turning them into small animals or other such things, so they can make there escape. Who does he save? Any innocent facing unjust punishment. Posing as a silly aristocrat or empty-headed professor to enter prisons and courts, he reveals his full potential as Sash Sirsay, gentleman adventurer and transmuter par excellence at the last possible moment. He is well liked and well known (that is to say, there are at least seven despots who want his remains in a matchbox) in countless towns, nine kingdoms, three principalities, two entire planes, and one microverse. He is happy to teach the rudiments of transmutation to anyone willing to learn, and has a bit of a naïve outlook, assuming generally that any student of his will be as good a person as himself.
His most recent adventure was freeing slaves in the real Baator, however, when things turned sour, he summoned Venti d'Sylph, who accidentally landed in the parallel hell that is the arena. Finally managing his way to the arena proper, he believes that this would be the ideal spot to launch his next raid into the real Baator when things quiet down there.
Appearance: Sash is a young man, tall of stature, slight of frame. His hair is ginger, pulled back in a ponytail, and his eyes are gray. He wears a clean black shirt with a navy wool coat over top, and white pants. Hanging from a pocket within his jacket is a small gold monocle with a crystal lens. (In fact, this monocle is a monocle of alter self)
Sash is a high level transmuter from the country of Cirrus. His magic is (a' course) based on transmutations and conjurations, and he is naturally outgoing and enthusiastic. He is a liberator if there ever was one. Using his magic, he can easily free prisoners, turning them into small animals or other such things, so they can make there escape. Who does he save? Any innocent facing unjust punishment. Posing as a silly aristocrat or empty-headed professor to enter prisons and courts, he reveals his full potential as Sash Sirsay, gentleman adventurer and transmuter par excellence at the last possible moment. He is well liked and well known (that is to say, there are at least seven despots who want his remains in a matchbox) in countless towns, nine kingdoms, three principalities, two entire planes, and one microverse. He is happy to teach the rudiments of transmutation to anyone willing to learn, and has a bit of a naïve outlook, assuming generally that any student of his will be as good a person as himself.
His most recent adventure was freeing slaves in the real Baator, however, when things turned sour, he summoned Venti d'Sylph, who accidentally landed in the parallel hell that is the arena. Finally managing his way to the arena proper, he believes that this would be the ideal spot to launch his next raid into the real Baator when things quiet down there.
Appearance: Sash is a young man, tall of stature, slight of frame. His hair is ginger, pulled back in a ponytail, and his eyes are gray. He wears a clean black shirt with a navy wool coat over top, and white pants. Hanging from a pocket within his jacket is a small gold monocle with a crystal lens. (In fact, this monocle is a monocle of alter self)
Clayton's Artwork.
I'm proud of this one, but I knew I could do better.
Ah, well. I was looking at the Tavern thread, and noticed Septimos posted something about gambling. Well, just a few moment ago, I thought: Why not have a gambling hall to bet on the matches. Then, the obvious answer: everyone has (or can decide that they have) bottomless pockets. So, I thought, why not wager sig space?
Here's how I see it: in the tavern, someone could take bets on arena matches (that way, the arena stays more exciting than the training room). The winner of the bet then posts a phrase they want to see in the losers sig (nothing that would make the loser feel uncomfortable, though) and the loser would have to place it in their sig for one day. You could bet based on the number of lines. (I put two gold on Caben would translate to "if I lose, you own two lines of my sig for a day")
It's sort of a random thought, but I decided to post it all the same. Hope no one minds.
Edit: curses. The last day of Winter break has ended. I won't be able to post nearly as much as I have been, unless I have seventy-odd snowdays... in a row :D
I really love the "You must put this in you signature for one day!" I already have ideas floating in my head.
We need fresh blood
No, I literally have. It's BARREN in Idaho. I live in western Washington, where everything's green and happy and colorful, and what does Idaho look like? BROWN. It's all hills and farmland. And it's all BROWN!! It's like a hilly Kansas. And about every fifty miles we would come across a farm, with about ten cows. It was really boring, except when people started to fall asleep and we did mean things to them.
One guy fell asleep with his mout open and we put a Cheez-It in his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down in his sleep like he was eating it, and eventualy it fell back into his mouth and woke him up. Another guy was asleep when and was laying down on the seats on the bus when I crawled under his seat and put my face about 3 inches away from his. Then a said, "Morning, Snookums!" And he opened his eyes really slowly and then screamed his head off! It was hilarious. That was the best 6-hour bus ride I've ever had.Anyway, I'm back. Speaking of fresh blood, I'm up for that team match, Gareth and LostMage.
Hey, I got post #1501!
I actully feel like this character is apart of me; BIG TIME. Can't wait to start playing him.
Just to tell you know, Kauli's text will be in maroon colored while Zoqies is in black.
ALso I have a new character I'll throw into the Taverne, dont take offense to his aggresive and evil personality.
ALso I have a new character I'll throw into the Taverne, dont take offense to his aggresive and evil personality.
Ummm, isn't more then 50% of the characters on here evil? That is what see in some matches and character backgrounds :D
Lemondis is neutral evil and mostly insane and has a drug he has to take once a day but sometimes he takes it more and soemtimes he takes more drugs than just his Physiatia. I edited him into the character roster and I put in and extended history of Sorcen.
As for the gambling, yeah, for people like ank who don't want a signature, either we: think of a better way (which we ought to, to keep it fair) or continue along with sig lines, that way there is some value to the wagers (which means that it'd be no fun for some people if they wanted to participate.) It would have to be opptional, I think, regardless of how it is done.
Another way I thought of was "Baator Gold", a special currency that Sorcen mints for the Baator. Someone would then set up a "Sorcen's Bank" thread, and everyone would get so many peices of Baator gold. In reality, it would exist as just a number in the person's spoiler block on the first post. Then, everytime someone lost a wager, they would have how ever much gold subtracted from there number and added to the winners. I've played poker with numbers before, and it did work. But, honestly, I don't like this idea a whole lot, seeing as then there would actually be rules on currency in the Baator, which kinda kills the purpose of pure roleplaying.
(Lord Bahamut, how was your jazz competition?)
You're on a roll lately, I like the idea of the bank and its specific currency. As long as we dont use the Baator Gold for anything but betting or other special things then it should be just fine and wont interfere with the other money around here. Good ideas. I suppose someone who wants to be the banker will start the thread and post a few reserved spots there to keep up with everyone's money and then the people can post in the bank to get their statements of how much they have and such and they may be able to get a certain amount for each win they receive or something and for other special things that happen.Anyways, I suppose I'll do the banking thread, seeing as it was my idea, it wouldn't be fair to have someone else run it. Ill post it now, I suppose?
As for schoolwork, etc. well, if it gets to much, you'll notice that all my character's reaction times will become much... slower.
IC: As the arena fans chat amongst themselves between matches, suddenly, a screaming can be heard from over head.
""ARRRRGH!" *THUD*. A lanky, messy looking tiefling lands flat on his back, having fallen straight down into the arena. He wears a yellowed shirt, with a pair of smallswords strapped to his back, and a large, fat rifle stuck in his belt, which promptly misfires with a massive *BANG*. His chain mail looks like it would be useful, if it wasn't for the fact that it's rusted through. His boots have iron soles, and his loose pants look like they are more patches than fabric. He picks himself up, and glares suspicoulsy about the arena, and stumps over to Sorcen. "Never trust anyones to do yer gattin' for ye. Boss, 'm here to tend ya bets. G'day, sirs, I'll find me own way to the winder, hurrr." he growls, and stumps off, out of the arena.
K'Teeb Dvorshak, Baator banker (non combatant)
K'Teeb Dvorshak, the tiefling pirate. K'Teeb Dvorshak, who thinks he used to an elf. K'Teeb Dvorshak, cunning-er (as he'd put it) than a bunch of vipers, plus a mole.
The stories about K'Teeb are wild, varied and sadly enough, most are true. Rather paranoid, he was a spell jamming pirate who many say used to be an elf.Reincarnated by a druid as a tiefling. Or so he thinks. Rumor is, that addled his brains, but the smarter people know he's more dangerous than he appears, especially due to his paranoia. Since he is rather heartless (correction, he is heartless), and just crazy enough not to care what it is that he needs to be doing, he makes an excellent banker for the Baator. He's willing to tell stories about himself, for a small fee, but most sane people take what he says with a grain of salt.
K'Teeb Dvorshak, the tiefling pirate. K'Teeb Dvorshak, who thinks he used to an elf. K'Teeb Dvorshak, cunning-er (as he'd put it) than a bunch of vipers, plus a mole.
The stories about K'Teeb are wild, varied and sadly enough, most are true. Rather paranoid, he was a spell jamming pirate who many say used to be an elf.Reincarnated by a druid as a tiefling. Or so he thinks. Rumor is, that addled his brains, but the smarter people know he's more dangerous than he appears, especially due to his paranoia. Since he is rather heartless (correction, he is heartless), and just crazy enough not to care what it is that he needs to be doing, he makes an excellent banker for the Baator. He's willing to tell stories about himself, for a small fee, but most sane people take what he says with a grain of salt.
Well, his jaw is safe in his head, and no hands have been bitten off.
new charecter
With no pomp and circumstance, yet another spectator joins the stands. The tall goblin, tall given his race, that is, goes virtually unnoticed as he takes a sweeping glance around. A black hood covers most of his head, and his clothing is solid black all the way down to his boots. After a couple of minutes amongst the mostly demonic spectators, the figure stands and circumnavigates the stadium, taking it all in. As he nears the judges booth, it becomes hard even to see him. Passing under Sorcens eyes, the figure never breaks his stride, but a new name, penned in black ink, appears in the roster:
Kyyt Soulrender
Kyyt Soulrender
The second-biggest says: "Healing is free to everybody... EXCEPT KOBOLDS".
Anyways, I suppose I'll do the banking thread, seeing as it was my idea, it wouldn't be fair to have someone else run it.
Oh, looking at that a second time, that didn't read the way it was supposed to at all. What I meant to say was that "Since I thought of it, it wouldn't be fair to expect someone else to have to work it out for me". Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a jerk right there, and I didn't think anyone else would want to have to look after that thread.
I wasn't meaning to say "I want to run it, 'cause it's mine!". My appologies if that's how it sounded.
So then, how's about a practice match, methinks you'd be in for a bit of a surprise."DON'T LET THE PRACTICE ROOM REPLACE THE ARENA!" :D
Sorcen: About the Tournament, I understand that you are looking to move it into round two. I need to know if and when you need Sevifor back from the quest (dead or alive). The point being that right about now would be the perfect timing (think fast please!) and that I may have to be a little more creative if I wait much longer.
Gareth: Sorry about one of my charecters leaving your thread, I was hoping to temporarily bolster your numbers, but the quest should go fine without him when he has to leave. Again, sorry.
-Gideon
Fullmetal: The training room is intended to move fast and have lots of matches so its no problem. I just still would like for people to be excited about arena matches and jump on the chance to have one when there is a position open and such. Thanks for all the support of my concern of it replacing the arena though.
Gideon: Thanks for the heads-up, hope things work themselves out for you and you get to feeling better.
Larz: Welcome back and for some reason I had a feeling you were involved in football.
And I just realized...Chaos, Coin, Endeca, and Sevifor...in one arena at the same time...maybe someday in the same battle
NOO!
Sit!
Stay!
Do nothing of the sort!!
BAD GIDEON!!!
Actually, that does sound like fun. However, something makes me wonder if I'll be just a ping-pong ball in the arena. Between the manipulative powers of chaos, and the unpredictability of the other two, somehow or another Sevifor'd be channeled by someone as the chaos energy to power their spells. Actually, now that I think about it, he might even be able to willinging put himself in the hands of the others
The more I think about, the more I realize that A) The battle would be completely chaotic (go figure
)B) It would certainly be the epitome of diceless roleplaying
C) It'd be funny as Sorcen's hell
I think our physics courses are all classical things... which probably means lots of math for me
And Gideon, Tyler is still waiting on Inaya. I know you said you'd be gone, but it's mildly important that he gets some answers.
Sorry it took so long.
I havent added this guy to the roster yet but he was used in a battle over email with Aya. She beat both him and LeMondis with just Neme
.Coin, for example, has nothing more than a vague hope he'll accomplish what he intends to. And he's got no control over what actually happens (besides a shaky influence over the target and sometimes the basic effect...like he managed to throw something at Endeca, and get himself a chair...but not the way he intended to). This is to an extreme end though.
Most chaos mages seem to have some control, but their magic has a tendency to go a bit wild sometimes, with adverse or beneficial effects depending on the situation.
That's what I know anyway...anyone got more?
Consider, for a moment, that the level 1 ability on Chaos Mage turns every spell into a 50% Wild Magic Surge chance. These people HAVE NO CLUE what they are doing. Ever. But they CAN do ANYTHING, even things other spellcasters can do. That's what makes them powerful; when Chance swings their way, no force god, mortal, or otherwise can stop them.
And Coin could never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, qualify. Ever. Because you need Archmage levels.
And, what is a wild mage? (sorry, but I've only got the core books + Eberron, so most of these classes I work out by the context that they're used in)
Guess I have to go back to working on my base class then
By the way, I'm up for another match whenever someone cares to go up against Mr. Smoke and Mirrors.
If you play 3rd/3.5, you will find Wild Mage in either the Player's Guide to Faerun, or the Complete Arcane.
Edit: "Diseneyfied?" what do you mean, like, cartoony?
2nd edition (DM): "Alright, we roll on the Wild Magic Surge table, 100 different possbilities. 74%, let's see...your spleen rips out of your body, causing you to take 6 Con (permanent until you get a Restoration or Regeneration, by the way), before it shudders, quakes, and bursts into a Dracolich, which begins to smite your enemies."
3.5 (Player): "Hmm, let's see..my caster level increases by 4 for this spell."
Needless to say, the Chaos Mage PRC Endeca uses is modeled after the former.
Edit: Oh, alright, Gareth. It looks like they made the penalties less harsh, I geuss.
Course, for mine I'm using the Net Libram of Random Magical Effects and some imagination...so...
(again :D)As for the chaos mage and wild mage, etc. All of my classes, and anything to do with my characters for that matter, is pure concept and roleplaying with no stats or definitive rules set for it. So my version of a chaos mage is a mage that uses chaos magic to do strange things and can cast apocolyptic spells accidentally or he could try to cast that apocolypse spell and out spews a cone of green and pink butterflies with scorpion tails and upside down bird's beaks.
The basic idea is that only certain people have the necessary force/will to control such a powerful force, and this 'force' runs through family history. If an inexperianced person were to try and use this magic...strange things begin to happen. Whatever is hit by the content of the spell simply liquifies into a pool of seeping chaos that then corrupts those things that are touching it, and so and so forth. Unless reversed or held in check, it would consume the world.
And there is a tiny voice in my head urging me to create such a system for Sevifor's use, rather like the 3.0 psionics handbook spell "anti-genesis," but faster and more deadly.
EDIT: Awesome. It does!
And Gareth...sadly, [IMG] stuff isn't allowed in sigs...
DO EEEET NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!
And, treetrunker, I'm back, as you can see. Sorry to keep you waiting.
Edit: Every major thread... whoa, I feel like I've stepped into a movie, or a video game, or something.
Any other threads that need these?
And Gareth...check you PMs. I sent you the link to one I think you'll like
Also, if anyone is looking for a battle/practice match, I need to get Kyyt (or mainly me playing him) some practice.
But I'll let everyone interested know when I've had my little bit of fun :D
I bow down to your superior computer skills.So, are we going to do that team match with me, Gareth and LostMage?
Oh, LostMage, the jazz trip was great. Bill Watrous and James Morrison were there, as well as Igor Butman(sp?), Benny Green, Russel Melone, Christian McBride, and some other guys that I can't remember right now. Our band didn't place well
, but then that was bound to happen since some of the best of the best of the best jazz bands in the Pacific NW were there. They stomped us. But oh well. And going through the Cascade mountains we had snowball fights with other schools... it was really fun.Anyway, yeah, the team match sounds good. I can't tonight, but I'm still up for it, if that's what you mean. (Not sure if there's an opening, though)
Sorry to frustrate you with seeming to run away Memnanth, Sorcen was right about which move I was trying to use, if you'd ever let me get to the surface. :P
Also I may not be able to get on tomorrow at my normal time, although I may be able to get on later that day.
Sadly, I can't get the background to match nicely, but...
Hey, it's still nice. Like I said, it is something better then I could do :D
I might be taking out Zoqies. I don't. For some reason, I'm not into him anymore.
So this means Coin will be fighting ???
I don't know. Maybe Kauli? I'm just having some feelings with both of my characters. I don't really feel like playing two characters at once. Just don't think I'm ready for it.
When the battles and this mysterious event clear up, I'm ready.
Sure. Whoever is fine...Coin can take on whoever you choose to send :D
When the battles and this mysterious event clear up, I'm ready.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, keep dreaming :D
Edit: only to return... I've been ninja'd...
Just wondering, you like sword-fighting as well? I mean, I do, but I more into using my fist and snap kicks into knocking my foes into the wall. (I'm not talking D&D terms here).
Actually I just got challenged so I may be a minute...
Trust me...I'd have much rather been here :P
Hey Sorcen!
Looks like a battle brewing up here. Mind if Llval joins in? I'd like to see what he does...:D
OOC: Sure Gideon that should be fine, as long as RulerofDarkness is ok with it. I was thinking of doing this battle in a new thread, what do you guys think.
sure I am okay with gidion joining and I think we should finsh this segement before we do the fight in a new thread.
Also, Sorcen...anytime you need him, go on and Summon Llval. The chances of him being there already are small, but he's a loyal servant. When Sorcen calls, he arrives :D
OOC: Theres teh new thread. Sorry to keep moving the battle around but that seems liek the best option for it. This is all moving too fast for my slow mind so I may need to pause and collect my thoughts at times so please be patient.
I dont mind you guys joining the battle, Sorcen will let you know when to let him handle it alone and yeh I had forgotten about Valoran.
BIC: Sorcen moves with blinding speed and quickly dispatches any being that steps near him with only hand to hand combat techniques, it is painfully obvious that Sorcen is a master of many styles of martial arts and his diabolic abilities only serve to enhance the destruction rent upon the undead army.
So yes, i was watching that battle, just as I watch every other thread in this interconnectivity that is Sorcens arena (exept possibly the potion shop, was there a link to that or what? and also the most recent thread by Gareth that I haven't snuck into yet.)
This has given me a great idea 
(ive always looked for an excuse to use that smiley).Edit: So who is next up for the tourney anyway? If im counting correctly, we've had three out of four battles in the preliminary round.
OOC: Well I suppose with you going to bed too then we will continue this tomorrow. Also the winner of the Thelron vs Siventarr match is Siventarr. It was an excellent match that seemed to be overlooked by everyone else for the most part and it was a very tough call, especially when I was the one with the deciding vote.
Hey, I thought that I could get my last move before you judge. I mean, LB was putting both of our chars out of the arena, so before I read this thread I already spent some time trying to make the last counter attack. If this is a problem I can call off the attack and edit my post, bur sheesh is it really too much asked that you'd at least post your decision at the Tourney thread. That's all, I just wanted to this match to be treated with the respect it deserves.
And you've been beaten in having a RP'd psedo-marriage here don't forget (Thouhh you were there for the last one)...
And Sorcen, again, I'm sorry for delaying it more. Feel free to mess around in there with the various guests. Hell, Tyler just dramatically introduced you.
And for some reason, I want to see the lord of Baator drink a Monster...
Anyway...Lords of Hell DO NOT mix well with highly caffinated beverages. We DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT want to see that.
Geez...what next? Caben on crack? Valoran drunk? Endeca and Coin on hallucinogens (oh god, please no...)? :P
Larz:
Yes it was that hard to post the winner of the match in the tournament thread, it was last minute and I was thoroughly confused and busy with everything that was going on. Your post looks interesting so maybe throw it in a sblock and say this is the alternate ending if Thelron had won or something, no need to delete hard work. Hope there are no hard feelings about your loss or anything.
For me, a single, small can lasted 18 hours of caffine buzz. During that time, I would classify myself from Neutral Evil to Chaotic Good.
I, of course, kidding. Still, I just don't see the addiction to monster. After seeing a friend drink down four of them in an eight hour or so period, im convinced that it something I want nothing to do with...
By the way, nuetral evil? I never really noticed I guess, but now that you mention it
Chaos FTW! I'd have to say I'm CG or CN, although I sometimes plan as if I were CE...
Next up in the tournament is Vicgretor vs Lafali and Siventarr vs Sevifor
Edited after Sorcen's post:
DOH! What'dya know, I end up facing Siventarr.
And never sleep again.
I just don't think you want to hear me rant. That much hate is hard to absorb.
Also, unfortunately, Gaelro hasn't made any posts on the MotP for a while, so I may not get to fight in this round, either....
And I would really prefer not to have 2 bys...
I don't know if this is good (meaning that Sorcen is great) or sad (meaning that the rest of us suck)
And that poor, poor lichpire :D
And yes, part of me does feel bad for that lichpire, especially with all the rap going around about his controller's use of bad grammer.
Revlis: I'm glad you liked it. My only major concern with him is that he'll die/be otherwise engaged before I can finish sharing his story and flushing him out in charecter. Hopefully all goes well for you, and I like the general idea behind him, hopefully we see more of his personality in the Tavern. I'd be delighted to have a battle against him.
Sorcen
One question before I square off with Ank. Will Siventarr's body be restored to normal? In his current state, he's one of the baddest of the badasses out there right now, if I do say so myself. It might be unfair for nearly every attack to just pass through Siventarr.
Also, thanks for the ruling.
Also, thanks for the ruling.
It ain't a contest, Khael.
Really Khael? On this thread, or this board? I must have missed it...
OOC: I demand it is.
And I think it was on the monster forum, since it was before the great exodus here by some of us present, so still the WOTC boards. Run by Shiro/Compassion's player (one name escapes me, and the other... was a complicated thing to spell).
And for anyone wondering how the character was named Compassion... It was an Aesthetic, cousins to Primals, who are effectively the either the negative spawn of the universe, or the spawn of Chaos and Evil. (Aw, just think gods powered by emotion or feelings, I.E. Lust, Apathy, Rage, Wrath, Hunger)
Also, I shouldn't browse the Character Roster after reading OOTS.
Anyway...here's the result. I think Inaya turned out fairly decent. Needs a few touchups, but I like it :D
Now...to do Caben. :D
Oh...Gareth...I may not get that post up this weekend. I'm having a hectic time, and can't really think straight. Hence my random artwork. So sorry for the delay. I'll continue as soon as I get a decent idea.
Yes, I, too, am bored. It would seem that nobody wants to post today.
And the next one is coming! CARTOON STYLE CABEN DUUR!!
...sorry. I'm just in a wierd mood. And I'm probably going to stay that way...INSOMNIA FTW! :D
EDIT: Nevermind...I can't convey even a part of what he should be like with any accuracy whatsoever.
Oh well...next!
Here, have a Question of the Day: If you could live in the setting of any book, movie or video game, which one, and why?
Just wanted to let you know that I'm sick and might not be able to get on anytime soon.
- LB
Most people in my school said Halo, so they'd get to shoot stuff. Me personally, probably... ah, well, I don't know:embarrass
edit: Lord Bahumut, hope you feel better soon.
Thanks for informing us Bahamut, feel better soon.
I'm not bothering you by this influx of minor characters, am I? Cause I just keep getting ideas for little minions in the grand hierarchy of Hell, and trying to find places for them to fit. You okay with that?
Quch
At one of the many graveyards in Baator, a hand erupts from the ground in a shower of dirt. Within moments, another bursts from the ground. 5 minutes after the skin of this creature first felt the burn of the sun upon its delicate pallor, the former grave is nothing but a deep hole in the ground. Ignoring the looks of its fellow undead creatures, Quch dusts himself off, and meticulously takes stock of his situation, mumbling to himself "Well, I've managed to tick off that god I wanted to kill at least. I've managed to reincorporate on a world where I've never been. Hey! This gives me a good opportunity to find new stuff!" As this last thought occurs to him, he looks up, to find a hulking skeleton blocking his way. Quch quickly exerts his will, and the skeleton admits, in its gravely tone, "The tavern, it is three blocks down deathway avenue, then you take a left down winding scream road, etc. After obtaining amazingly good directions (especially from a creature only animated minutes ago) Quch walks with a light step to the nearest Tavern.
Oh, Memnath? It's greek for "soul."
That is very ironic. I didn't know that it was greek for soul at all. However, soul works very well for the character's name too. So, I guess take half a point ;) to whomever can correctly guess the meaning of this acronym:WSYK?
Any other guessers?
Alright, ONE hint:
My friend invented it to replace WTF?
Just when I got World of Warcraft from my friend Josh to play with him online when we both have free time after school and on weekends, my mother starts to yell at me,
"Don't download it to MY computer. Wait till Opa (grandfather) brings yours at the end of the month." I just rolled my eyes and said,
"But I don't feel like waiting a month. It's like order a book I want from Amazon.com and waiting a whole month for it awhile I could have gone out and bought it myself."
My group game also didn't go well. My players. Aurthur, Logan, and Josh have been playing with me for some time. The game idea I had was really great. However, Aurhtur and Logan didn't the poorest role-playing I had ever seen and they said their characters sucked because they didn't know anything about them.
You know why they didn't know anything about them? Because they didn't feel like sitting down and making them. I made them and they get mad because they don't know what's going on.
However, Josh was playing his Dwarf Soulborn and he did some of the best role-playing I have seen in years.
Overall, my weekend is becoming hell itself. But I'm starting to like my new friend Josh.
WSYK? is:
WHAT SAY YOU, KNAVE?
edit: that's a good one. Certainly good for games (WSYK, that is)
Josh is probably the first and only friend I had that is reflective to me. He knows how I think, sees my point of veiw, and agrees with alot of topics of my ideals.
I don't see how playing World of Warcraft and Dungeons and Dragons is such a bad idea.
If you want to see some of my topics, see the "Stupid speeches" in my signature.
Knew this would happen if I say "WoW"....
It's badass.
Plus, my WoW Rogue/D&D Assasin/True Lycantherope (Worgen) is just a badass. She's actually a character that I RP with here sometimes. Brisinaria Shadestalker (now Brisinaria Ragefang), daughter to Lord Gareth the Cold (also originally from WoW, as a Death Knight, and the character I am named after).
I play WoW, and I play the WoW tabletop. I play D&D, and I play D&D online. I do the forums for both. And you know what? I even run campaigns where BOTH WORLDS CAN BE REACHED WITH MAGIC!
It's badass.
Plus, my WoW Rogue/D&D Assasin/True Lycantherope (Worgen) is just a badass. She's actually a character that I RP with here sometimes. Brisinaria Shadestalker (now Brisinaria Ragefang), daughter to Lord Gareth the Cold (also originally from WoW, as a Death Knight, and the character I am named after).
Yeah, I want to play WoW now, but when I make my account where I have to feel in my Card Number from the credit card, it keeps saying it doesn't work. What do you think is wrong?
NOTE: I'm using a 10-day trail.
I want to play a human warlock :D
Maybe I should bring Bris in here....she's an Engineer. Goblin-style.
Sorry, I don't have anything against World of Warcraft. I was making a joke.
Well, I'm not really in the mood for jokes. Just kind of mad with how I can't make my account for WoW and my group sucks, except Josh.
Write everyone in your group a letter, telling them exactly how you felt about the game.
End each letter with,
"WSYK?
[your name]"
Tell them how dumb they are when they don't know what WSYK means, then explain it to them.
It'll be worth a hoot, I garuntee it.
Writing letters and giving them to someone the way you put it is like getting a piece of paper from a girl in your locker and it will say,
"Want to go on a date?"
Now, why MY group sucks. Image you are a group of 6 people, I am one of them, either the helpful/skillful sorcerer or cleric because nobody else plays them. Now, you have (always, almost literally no change in between games!) a half-orc barbarian, a dwarf fighter, a halfling rogue, an elven druid, and a human blackgaurd (or paladin, depending on level). Now, imagine they first walk into a city, your quest is to find our where the rogue caravan that you are supposed to be following went, it left the city about a day ago.
DM: You are on a hill before the down, it is dusk, and it looks like they are celebrating something (the harvest-fest).
Me: I'm going to go into town and look around for someone with authority. One round later "Many caravans come through here, you'll have to find out the minister."
Halfling: I'm going to the blacksmith. One round later: "ok, you give me the blade, I'll assassinate him for you."
Half-Orc: Are there any children around? DM: yes, tons Orc: "Im going to go up to one. Next round: I think I saw something shiny outside town, want to come get it with me?" (psst, he determined his favorite food was human flesh
)Human Blackguard: Anyone around? DM: A man fetching water from the well. Blackguard: Im going to take out my longbow and shoot him; he suceeds in killing the peasent. One round later: DM: you see three fishermen downriver. Blackgaurd: Im going to pour some black lotus poison in the river.
Dwarf Fighter: Are there guards at the enterance? DM: Yes... Fighter: I'm going to walk up to him and chop of his head with my axe; he hits, guard doesn't die. One round later: three more guards arrive.
Elven Druid: Gone that day, but for an example...
"Where's our groups Paladin?" DM: you saw him jump in that hole a moment ago, he's hiding. Druid: "Hmm, (looks at charecter sheet) I'm going to cast flame strike on myself and jump into the hole."
You can't tell me that you've got it worse, this is what EVERY
ROUND of EVERY GAME is like! I once told my dm that I couldn't make it one week and he said (only half-joking). "Please don't leave me with those idiots! They'll get themselves killed!'But, if I just wanted to have some fun and didn't care about RP that day (I always have the Planes), I would SO play in that group.
I'd be the evil Bard. The REALLY evil Bard. 5 levels in Dirgesinger, go Seeker of the Song....
The horror. The absolute horror..
"you are int eh temple of Pelor. A young half-elf favored soul walks to you and says..." Before I could complete it, Logan goes yelling out and says,
"I'll spit in his face and kick him in the lower-horn."
Aurthur would be something like,
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"I'll attack."
"I'll attack."
"I'll attack."
"So?"
"So?"
Josh is more something like a human with 18 charisma and good wisdom.
Actually, senseless murder would be good if I didn't know that my poor DM had a storyline he wanted to share with us, so I take it as my responsability to move the game along.
At the beggining, let them make characters. Have each person give you a backstory (typed, one page minimum, five max). Go through these backstories and then make the story from there. Let the players determine the story, and they'll get a lot more involved in it. "Dip Sticks", the Lich Archmage BBEG, isn't NEARLY as interesting or engaging as the guy who's haunted the character's past for years and is still seeking his death. Make their mistakes come back to them. If they massacre a town, have powerful relatives (maybe even adventurers like themselves) seek vengance. Pit party against party and make them feel it.
Or, transport them to Ravenloft and just be a total bastard. That'll scare the stupid out of them REAL QUICK.
As for scaring the stupid out of them, how does a sorcerer with permanent blindsense, over 200 hitpoints, an AC of 36 and 5 magic missile spells a turn sound? I used this one them once for the "colluseum battle royal" and I had to spend 5 minutes proving that I wasn't cheating. It was great! And yet somehow, the party barbarian doesn't own a single weapon outside of his rod of wonder...
Plus, as DM in 'Loft, you get all-new ways to just screw with them for no reason.
As for my group, we DM in turns (counting me, there's three of us). So, when I'm not the DM, the adventure of the day takes place in a random town, in an underground maze (well, not even a maze) of empty stone rooms, with a random monster each. (They're all empty! Nothin' in them at all!) I'm trying to help my friends out, but it isn't working too well.
And, the "that's not cool at all" bit was in reference to how your game went, just for the record.
Brisinaria Ragefang, The Rabid Hound
Female Human (Worgen) Rogue (WoW Tabletop)/Assasin (D&D)
Chaotic Good
Brisinaria is a short, lean woman, with shoulder-length brown hair and intense green eyes. Her mouth is usually frowning, but she smiles often and sincerely. Her face is dominated by a smatter of freckles and a nose that has been broken so often that even magical healing can no longer rid it of all the traces. She's thin, but well-muscled, like a yoga expert or a gymnast, and moves with a kind of aggressive grace. Her leather armor is skintight under a yellow tabard with red trim, depicting a snarling red dog. She wears a pair of emeral-lensed goggles on her forehead (or sometimes on her eyes). On her belt are two large knives that look identical, though one glows an irradiated green. Accompanying them are red sticks of dynamite near a clockwork lighter that constantly sparks and whirrs.
Brisinaria was born on Azeroth, in the city of Lorderon. Her entire family were mages in the service of the king. She grew up displaying an aptitude for magic, and the ability to sense it by smell. It was expected that she would join the mages in Dalaran and become a fine wizard.
Then Arthas came.
His undead ripped into Lorderon like Death's scythe, burning and slaughtering all in their path. Brisinaria's family hid in their house, preparing magics to turn back the inevitable invasion. For three days, their home was besieged as Brisinaria's father, mother, and siblings tried to turn back the tide with flame and frost. Bris was eight at the time. Finally, Arthas himself decided to end their annoyance to him. In an act of depseration, Brisinaria's mother teleported her to Stormwind City. Her screams of pain were the last Bris ever heard of her.
When Bris awoke, she was in SI:7. Mathias Shaw took her in and trained her with the other spies, assasins, and rogues in the service of the city. Driven by vengance and a burning hatred to spellcasters, Bris learned quickly. When she graduated, she severed all ties to SI:7 and took up with the Legions of Frost, a mercenary group.
She stayed with the Legions for several years before leaving because of an argument with their leader, Frostbite. She signed on with the Crimson Hounds Brigade, an extension of Stormwind's army. Though her attitude was bad at best and downright violent at worst, she stayed on, determined to do her part. Unfortunately, her life was going to take a turn for the worse.
While patrolling Stormwind's Park, she was attacked by a Greater Worgen. The beast ripped apart her shoulder before she drove it off with an enchanted dagger. Over the course of the next seven days, Brisinaria fought that same Worgen; it could scent her, track her down. Each time, it focused on that shoulder. Eventually, Bris was infected. The Hounds discharged her, but failed to take away her tabard. She knocked out her commanding officer with a left cross to keep it.
After leaving the Hounds, Bris heard rumors that her old childhood friend, Gareth Kilgartha, had been claimed by the Scourge. She confirmed those rumors when she met him in battle in the Plaguelands. Gareth fled, unwilling to harm his friend even under Ner'Zhul's orders, through a strange gate that he had been sent to investigate. Neither of them realized that the Lich King's control had been disrupted by Illidan's attack on Icecrown. Brisinaria chased the Death Knight through, heedless of the consequences.
She found herself in Sigil, the City of Doors. Magic filled her nose, strange magic that didn't feel like the spells at home. Azerothian spells are drawn from the Twisting Nether, and carry a certain feltaint. The magic here smelled...different. Fascinated, she forgot about Gareth and began exploring Sigil.
The change also caused another within her; she gained the ability to control her worgenism. She found that out firsthand in a bar, when a very unfortunate celestial caught her Azerothian scent and started to hassle her. She changed and beat the crap out of him, but left him alive. Her mind had stayed her own.
Eventually, she found Gareth again. He was being accompanied by Jaden Blackblade and her husband, Jezzin Vlarion. Remembereing what had happened, Brisinaria attacked. Jaden beat the living hell out of her. She eventually came to understand that Gareth had found a better way, had freed himself from Ner'Zhul's control.
Two years later, the two were married.
Fighting
Brisinaria fights like a savage beast with her pair of knives, the Meteor Shard and the Toxic Revenger. She likes to open fights with her sticks of dynamite (packed with bullets for added shrapnel) before tearing into opponents with quick, precise strikes designed to cripple and wound. She fights without mercy or shame; she will kick, spit, and bite just as readily as slash. If she gets angry, or if she thinks she needs the added strength, Bris will shift shapes for an advantage, attacking with razor claws.
Her fighting style has not been seen in the multiverse besides from Bris herself, as it is only taught on Azeroth.
Aside from her weapons, Brisinaria's goggles negate polymorph effects twice a day. Her boots allow her to climb walls for up to an hour at a time before she has to recharge, and her tabard acts as a parachute cloak.
Her fighting style has not been seen in the multiverse besides from Bris herself, as it is only taught on Azeroth.
Aside from her weapons, Brisinaria's goggles negate polymorph effects twice a day. Her boots allow her to climb walls for up to an hour at a time before she has to recharge, and her tabard acts as a parachute cloak.
Anyway, so I'm sick. Expect one post a day from me, at most. Except for today, where I might get in two.
*gasp*
Nice.
Wait, worse yet, WHAT IF CYCINE RUNS OUT OF ALCOHOL!?
Also heres a better description of the Shadow Dimension.
Shadow Dimension
Shadow Dimension
The shadow dimension is a parallel 'shadow' of the multiverse and is accessed through either extremely powerful magic or through a complicated pattern of shifting through the ethereal, astral, and shadow planes. This dimension is a black and gray depiction of the entire multiverse and contains all the same planes but is a shadow of them and seemingly devoid of any life except those that have been banished or trapped in it. It is extremely hard to access the shadow dimension and is even harder to escape. In my particular campaign Tiamat has banished herself there to escape her son Sorcen and his lust to absorb her power. The magic that beings from the multiverse are used to is weak and behaves oddly here in the shadow dimension. There is a native magic here that is very different and is hinted at in my campaign where Tiamat uses some strange magics when Sorcen confronted her in the shadow dimension. It is unknown whether there are any natives to the shadow dimension, but it is likely and I'm open to theories. My players loved this idea and I cast a few troublesome beings into it, including a planeswalker vampire and some custom race that built himself a death star and began taking over planets. Those players that I sent there spent a month of real time trying to find ways out of it and wandered for almost a year and never ran into any life, though they did have mysterious things happen to them whenever they slept so they suspected life. There are trees and plants but they cannnot be interacted with, they always seem out of reach when you try to reach for them. Sometimes you may see a shadow of a being from the other multiverse or hear a faint voice, these are explained as weak points in the barrier between the two multiverses and could be breached from either side by great force of will or by an extremely powerful spell or a moderately powerful spell of the shadow dimension native magic. A permanent breach between the two places would be interesting and probably disastrous. Sorcen and Tiamat, and Stahl (Sorcen's 'son', but he was just tagging along behind Sorcen) are the only known beings to have successfully traveled back and forth from the shadow dimension.
The shadow dimension is a parallel 'shadow' of the multiverse and is accessed through either extremely powerful magic or through a complicated pattern of shifting through the ethereal, astral, and shadow planes. This dimension is a black and gray depiction of the entire multiverse and contains all the same planes but is a shadow of them and seemingly devoid of any life except those that have been banished or trapped in it. It is extremely hard to access the shadow dimension and is even harder to escape. In my particular campaign Tiamat has banished herself there to escape her son Sorcen and his lust to absorb her power. The magic that beings from the multiverse are used to is weak and behaves oddly here in the shadow dimension. There is a native magic here that is very different and is hinted at in my campaign where Tiamat uses some strange magics when Sorcen confronted her in the shadow dimension. It is unknown whether there are any natives to the shadow dimension, but it is likely and I'm open to theories. My players loved this idea and I cast a few troublesome beings into it, including a planeswalker vampire and some custom race that built himself a death star and began taking over planets. Those players that I sent there spent a month of real time trying to find ways out of it and wandered for almost a year and never ran into any life, though they did have mysterious things happen to them whenever they slept so they suspected life. There are trees and plants but they cannnot be interacted with, they always seem out of reach when you try to reach for them. Sometimes you may see a shadow of a being from the other multiverse or hear a faint voice, these are explained as weak points in the barrier between the two multiverses and could be breached from either side by great force of will or by an extremely powerful spell or a moderately powerful spell of the shadow dimension native magic. A permanent breach between the two places would be interesting and probably disastrous. Sorcen and Tiamat, and Stahl (Sorcen's 'son', but he was just tagging along behind Sorcen) are the only known beings to have successfully traveled back and forth from the shadow dimension.
Random Characters
Magnus- LG, Solar, Master of Radiance, male, adventures with his friend Kevic.
Kevic Gepoli- CG, Phoenix human, dervish/rogue, male
Kexsi- LE, tiefling half-elf, ranger/druid/bezekira master, female
Soton- CG, blind risen arrow demon, seer/archer/assassin, male, lost his sight and rose to good as an assassinator of evil for the forces of good and gained divine seer powers as a reward.
Seten- CE, arrow demon/balor, archer/berserker, male, Soton's brother and hates his brother and will kill him on sight and actively hunts him down, he is midway between his promotion to balor.
Vedachie- CN, vaati, chaos mage, male, fell from law to chaos when his family and friends were all destroyed during the imprisonement of Miska the Wolf-Spider and is now completely and utterly insane.
Drakyll- Tgrstr, swordsworn, male, a powerful and hyper member of the tgrstr race, he is sworn to his enchanted blade Kata and he was chosen to rule the layer of Maladomini by Sorcen for his show of amazing skill in battle during a battele between his race and Sorcen's army, he was fairly easily suaded to Sorcen's side with promises of power and glory. He is also teh one that taught Sorcen the nova spells.
Dominus Infernus Draconus, "Infernus"-LE, paragon hellfire wyrm, male, theking and progenitor of the hellfire wyrms and ambassador of his race to Jinx and Trigger because his race lives primarily in Phlegethos.
Thamkresbrex, "Brex"- Kyton, fighter/chaindancer, secretary of war, appears as an old scarred kyton covered in broken and battered chains and is missing his left ring and pinky fingers.
Deman Mezrillan-LE, drow/doppelganger, assassin, Deman was a forbidden child but prized for his ability to change appearence. He was kidnapped by duergars and used by their king as an assassin. He soon escaped and didnt want to return to his homeland so he went to the surface. His shapechanging kept him out of trouble and got him alot of work in his chosen field of work, the only thing he had been trained to do, kill.
Ragiguru-LE, werewolf/vampire centaur, archmage/fighter, one of the generals of the Dark Eight, an old general of the material plane that won many wars for the centaur races but was banished to Hell for his ruthlessness, he was blessed by Aya, the vampire goddess, and given the position of a general in the Blood War, after some time he gained enough victories and support from Sorcen to be promoted into the Dark Eight.
Xeck-LE, adamantine plated, 4-armed, minotaur, one of the generals of the Dark Eight. A brute in every sense of the word.
Magnus- LG, Solar, Master of Radiance, male, adventures with his friend Kevic.
Kevic Gepoli- CG, Phoenix human, dervish/rogue, male
Kexsi- LE, tiefling half-elf, ranger/druid/bezekira master, female
Soton- CG, blind risen arrow demon, seer/archer/assassin, male, lost his sight and rose to good as an assassinator of evil for the forces of good and gained divine seer powers as a reward.
Seten- CE, arrow demon/balor, archer/berserker, male, Soton's brother and hates his brother and will kill him on sight and actively hunts him down, he is midway between his promotion to balor.
Vedachie- CN, vaati, chaos mage, male, fell from law to chaos when his family and friends were all destroyed during the imprisonement of Miska the Wolf-Spider and is now completely and utterly insane.
Drakyll- Tgrstr, swordsworn, male, a powerful and hyper member of the tgrstr race, he is sworn to his enchanted blade Kata and he was chosen to rule the layer of Maladomini by Sorcen for his show of amazing skill in battle during a battele between his race and Sorcen's army, he was fairly easily suaded to Sorcen's side with promises of power and glory. He is also teh one that taught Sorcen the nova spells.
Dominus Infernus Draconus, "Infernus"-LE, paragon hellfire wyrm, male, theking and progenitor of the hellfire wyrms and ambassador of his race to Jinx and Trigger because his race lives primarily in Phlegethos.
Thamkresbrex, "Brex"- Kyton, fighter/chaindancer, secretary of war, appears as an old scarred kyton covered in broken and battered chains and is missing his left ring and pinky fingers.
Deman Mezrillan-LE, drow/doppelganger, assassin, Deman was a forbidden child but prized for his ability to change appearence. He was kidnapped by duergars and used by their king as an assassin. He soon escaped and didnt want to return to his homeland so he went to the surface. His shapechanging kept him out of trouble and got him alot of work in his chosen field of work, the only thing he had been trained to do, kill.
Ragiguru-LE, werewolf/vampire centaur, archmage/fighter, one of the generals of the Dark Eight, an old general of the material plane that won many wars for the centaur races but was banished to Hell for his ruthlessness, he was blessed by Aya, the vampire goddess, and given the position of a general in the Blood War, after some time he gained enough victories and support from Sorcen to be promoted into the Dark Eight.
Xeck-LE, adamantine plated, 4-armed, minotaur, one of the generals of the Dark Eight. A brute in every sense of the word.
Anyways, I'm back, and so are Skraal, Merithale(or his sword, more like) and The order(Now dark side only). Lemme know when you have a match for any of em! (P.S., Skraal is now awesome:P)
And you, my friend, have a lot of catching up to do :D
And several new threads to browse. Have fun, and don't forget to vote! :D
Finally, the following idea came to me in school today...I don't know where from. I may or may not use it...
An eerie silence descends, and the empty air echoes with a soundlessness that reverberates in the minds of the watchers, straining their will and their sanity. The world is bleak and desolate, its color washed out, its substance drained. The wind dies down, and all is still and empty. Nothing moves, nothing is heard, and nothing remains to show that this plane was once, and still is, alive. Baator is a mausoleum, silent, foreboding, lifeless.
And now something moves. On the edge of reality, almost out of sight beyond some unseen veil, yet it moves. A twisted form, its true nature obscured by the mists of existence. It is faint, but it grows stronger. And suddenly, like a maggot bursting out of rotting flesh, it is there, throwing off the mystic force that bound its form in ether. There is no drama, no noise, no display of raw power…and it is disconcerting. It should not have arrived in this manner. It should have come with the beginning…the beginning of the apocalypse.
A tall shaft of dark metal hangs gently in the still air, three figures floating around it, their backs to the pillar, forming a triangle of flesh. Three female forms, pale as bone, their naked bodies draped in ragged garments of transparent black silk. Black silk, punched through with wicked iron spikes driven through their bodies and binding them tightly to the dark metal. Back to back to back they stand, impaled by corroded spines, seeped in their own ichors, their wrists and ankles bound by rusted, pitted chain, their arms raised beseechingly to the heavens. Black blood falls from ancient nails driven through their palms, pinning each one hand to hand with the others. It is a ghastly trigon of humanity…or what was once humanity. What it is now, even it cannot say, for each mouth is sewn shut, vile secretions oozing from between the stitched lips, staining each face with black slime.
The entity ceases its constant turning, and three pairs of eyes, long sealed shut by layers of bloody tears, snap open, revealing orbs of glowing violet, pupil-less and hideous to behold.
The sixth veil has finally broken. The Dark Trinity has arisen, and the Bleak Wind sails again on the Ocean of Lost Souls. The Desolation has begun anew, and naught will stay its rise.
Name: Cysel Nailo
Race: Elf/Daiyōkai
Looks:A tall elf of 6'4", he wears a blakc kimono. Though he carries no visable weapons strange preyer beads are wrapped around his right hand.
Equipment:His prayer beads may form into any weapons he knows how to wield. Each with many strange abilitys and forms.
Also, thanks. And yeah, it scared me to :D
Well, either way, you recieve an honorary sir :D
Race: Dragonwrought (black) Kobold
Looks: A 3 foot tall kobold with blackish scales, he wheres a black cloak and light, black clothing, both made of alchemically strengthened monsterous spider silk. He wears sundark goggles and has a pair of powerful wings.
Equipment: Sundark goggles, a light crossbow with assorted bolts, a light pick, a specialized metal multiwand (my little secret ;)).
Mount: Vethiloex: Horrid weasle with a saddlebag filled with general use items
Familiar: Enix: Psudodragon
History: A spellcasting prodigy, Kurthix requested a self-induced from his All-watcher to hone his skills. His request was granted and he went out travelling, becoming an acomplished sorcerer and dragonheart mage. He started to help a powerful group of kobold merchants that reside in an underground camp near Gareth's Arena. He still sends most of his arena winnings to his tribe and will respond to its call. He has had problems with palidens, but has tried to send such attackers back to their church alive (with a lighter coin pouch).
Maybe I'm wrong...I thought you had the "God-of-Chainsaw-Massacres" quote.
Well, either way, you recieve an honorary sir :D
You're right, but I forgot, thanks
. .Note: I will be gone for some time.
. Its certainly a change to see a dwarf as a character around here, he should have fun, especially with the new drinks in the Taverne Cycine.Edit: *nervously* ha, ha, ha....Didn't see that 16 levels of cleric that you stacked so inobtrusively in front of your charecter. Uh...Well, I suppose you could give Nimbrixion a shot, but given those...other levels, I'd say that Kyyt would be a much better match. Unless anyone else wants to step in.
See? It's an angel. I must be innocen...oh...nevermind. :angelhideThough I'm also waiting on the Valoran/Tyrion vs. Other dudes match...
Go us! :D
(Personally, I hope that Sorcen is a god...I'm not ready to give up on myself yet :P)
I'd say that Kyyt would be a much better match.
Cool, a barghest! I'm game. How do we set this up? Also, after seeing that Gjuld's class and level were a little unclear, I went to change it and noticed that his warrior levels didn't add up to 16. So now, on the one side he's a cleric 16, and on the other he's a fighter 7/dwarven defender 9 (not 8). Not that I think it makes a ton of difference with the freeform nature of the board, but just so you know...
Edit: Also, about how long in real time do matches generally take? How many posts back-and-forth per day are the norm?
"HEY! Sorcen, my new friend and I want to have a battle between my as of yet undiscovered wolf in sheep's clothing barghest and his deep dwarf, please let us know when a stadium will be available."
Next, we sit and wait for Sorcen to get on, say that he heard us, and then arrange for a match when there is room in one of the threads. This can sometimes take awhile, but there is a new training room in which you can hold practice fights if you get truely bored.
Edit for Keraptis: The matches can go on for quite some time, I'd say ussually anywhere for a week to two weeks. The speed can vary depending on the frequency at which your opponent posts. For example, Gideon and I are on several times a day and as such our matches move quickly (opponent willing) while some other members can take a day or two to respond.
But do not fear, for you are not alone. :P
Yeah...I'm doing the same thing...and enjoying it greatly. Beats the **** out of sitting staring at a wall, which is my other option.
And I've done that enough today. :D
Plus, I've seen him take a guy out with his comb. His. Hair. Comb.
In all seriousness though...that's pretty cool.
Good point...what's the story? Cause all that I'm coming up with is ways I'd rather not have thought about...
Such as... wait. No, I don't think I'd like to hear them, coming from the creator of Caben Durr, Llval,and co.
Suffice to say, it would hurt. A lot.
We were over at my Grandma's house. I was twelve at the time. We're enjoying a good time when her ex-husband comes barging in, drunk and holding a broken bottle. He starts yelling, and Dad calmly gets up. He had been combing his hair with an ordinary plastic comb.
Dad respectfully requested that the man leave. His response was to stab at my old man with the bottle. I almost didn't see what happened, it moved so fast. Dad ghost-stepped to the side, and caught his wrist in a lock. The guy dropped the bottle, and Dad raked the comb across his arm. The cut was, as mesured by the police later, two inches across and one inch deep. After that, he calmly placed the comb against his throat and had Grandma call the police.
The Ex never showed up again.
And just to reiterate !Wow! That's AWESOME! Why don't my parents ever do anything like that? :P
Great story.
You want to know what scares me? I've only been learning defensive Ninjitsu, an "If you're attacked" kind of thing. Dad knows offensive. And in Japan, they still teach stealth, infiltration, and all the noncombat shinobi arts.
Do not doubt that there are Ninja left, and do not doubt that they will kick your ass.
If they feel merciful.
Mike learned it from Hatsumi (spelling is rather dubious), the current Grandmaster. He's the leader of the world's most prominent (and only official) orginization of Shinobi. All I can tell you about him is it looks like he has a 'fro. And, during a videotaped demonstration, he had a student attack him with a katana. His response was to b*tch-smack him, reverse the hilt, and pin him to the ground with his own sword at his throat.
That student was at least 2nd Dan.
edit: Wow. So ninjitsu is still passed down. That's awsome, it must be like being a part of history to learn it.
Great, I think I'll go finish my that book I started about 3 months ago, then re-read just about every Salvatore book I can lay my hands on. If that doesn't induce descriptive writing, well, then I'm going to lose a LOT of battles here in the arena.
By the way Sorcen, did you get the *nudge nudge* message that Keraptis was looking for a battle? I noticed you were on, but never got a response.
Also incidently, I just caught up on the tavern cycine
Halden's Flashback. You don't need to read it if you don't want to
Once again, my newest idea has already been taken, although it has a different twist, I'd have to think about it before adding it in given certain..erm...similarities I'll send the word out to judge the Kate vs Memnanth match now, good job you guys.
Thats a cool story Gareth, I myself am a martial artist, although self-taught, but I see that as a strength because my style suits me more than any other style I could learn. I like that mental picture I get of your grandmaster smacking the katana guy. I've found avery few people that know the 'ninja' arts and as it turns out I have naturally taught myself almost the entire discipline without any training.
But if he's not back in time, I'm sure someone else would be thrilled to fight you.
Now, for actual arena junk.
Rokrin
Human
Mage Crafter (Just a Sorcerer with some crafting skillz.)
Sru's Sword-- A sword I crafted. It's the sole weapon outside of the standard Sorcerer weaponry I can wield without any penalties, and still cast.
My magic is cast via Mana, in a Magic: The Gathering-esque way. Minus the card tapping. :P
And here's my only other addition.
Irk
Goblin....Thing
Lessee...he walks with me, cooks my food, talks with me, shoots ice out of his mouth, hates wet willys, and occasionally acts as my personal mount.
No background yet. I'm working on a full-blown novel.
Is it possible to have a cohort that could be treated as a familiar? Say, a Goblin?
As to the familiar...dude, no rules, remember? If I wanted a sentient jelly hat that allowed me to fly, breathed fire, and could be used as a flail in dire emergencies, I could. I'd be laughed at, but I could.
So, in short, yes. It would be possible :D
for joining. So the character's background will be an entire novel essentially? Wow, thats cool, feel free to post a link or to post it here when you're done, sounds interesting. You may want to post a summary too for our more time-pressed members but thats up to you. As Gideon said, yes your goblin familiar would be just fine. We have one guy with a dragon mount that he rides into battle and another guy that rides a dire rhino so a goblin is perfectly reasonable.
OOC: Welcome to the arena Forest_Wanderer_Aerandir, here's your
As Gideon said, yes your goblin familiar would be just fine. We have one guy with a dragon mount that he rides into battle and another guy that rides a dire rhino so a goblin is perfectly reasonable.
For a second, I thought you wanted me to ride in on my Goblin.
...say. That might work.
I'll work on a time-pressed background, and edit the post with my Goblin dude. And yes, I will most -certainly- post a link when I finish the story.
CLICK HERE
The only area up for posting is the general forum. Consider the rest CLOSED until further notice.
So...what's the consensus? Is it a good way to cut down on clutter here on MoTP?
-Gideon
Okay. Here's step 1 in my evil plan.
CLICK HERE
The only area up for posting is the general forum. Consider the rest CLOSED until further notice.
So...what's the consensus? Is it a good way to cut down on clutter here on MoTP?
-Gideon
Heck yes. I normally use MSN Groups, simply because it combines standard web pages with message boards, but sometimes people are reluctant to make their non-passport emails into passport emails. So yes, a good idea. I'll join up.
EDIT: Issue with signing up; I can't see the security verification numbers/letters.
Cool score one for support on the new arena location. As far as I know we'll be keeping these ones going here as well as Gideon's site. Hopefully then we'll have all the people battling and nobody waiting around any more and the new system worked out for judging will spread the workload around as well. But I cant say too much yet.
We're up to no good I swear.OOC: The mental picture of a human sorceror riding a goblin is just funny and odd, good job.
Yes, that's the image I got. Some odd mage yelling "CHARRRRGE!!!!" and the Goblin charging.
Cool score one for support on the new arena location. As far as I know we'll be keeping these ones going here as well as Gideon's site. Hopefully then we'll have all the people battling and nobody waiting around any more and the new system worked out for judging will spread the workload around as well. But I cant say too much yet.
Nosirree. We're horrible children. :P
As for the new site, I'm not exactly sure either strangely enough. I'm thinking its just more space to use so we wont have all these threads around here and so everythign is compiled and easier (maybe) to manage. Its a place for the random OOC talk so we wont clutter this thread so much and for IC battles to take place over there and try a new system for more efficient matches.
Actually this gives me an idea for an OOC topic to start whenever Gideon gives the ok to post things.
And I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Which reminds me; Gareth and his Crew can fight any four-man team at any time. Your only opponent would be me, but the Crew consists of four people:
Lord Gareth Kolarius (Gareth the Cold) - Ex-Death Knight. Wields god-like power over ice along with his Runeblade, Soulreaver. Gareth can also call on his powers as a death knight and his mount and faithful friend, Kovaliastraz.
Brisinaria Ragefang - Demolitions Expert. Brisinaria is a skilled assasin with a penchant for blowing things up. When she needs that extra little edge, she'll shapeshift into Worgen form, taking advantage of razor claws, fangs, and a vicious temper.
Jaden Kralis (Jaden Blackblade) - Champion of Anger. Jaden is a skilled swordsman that is also the Champion of the Anger primal. Absurd physical strength paired with weapon skill and a tendancy to fight dirty make her a formidable foe, before you factor in the fact that she is both a paladin and a priestess.
Endeca Kolgirat - Chaos Mage. Endeca goes into battle with a smile and no clue what her spells will bring, but when the chips are down, she abandons Chaos for some truly frightening spells of her own invention, or ancient spells long ago forbidden (and for good reason). She is also the Champion of Joy, though this means practically nothing in a fight.
And that was my idea for a new OOC thread, a thread to dicuss martial arts.
As Gideon said, yes your goblin familiar would be just fine. We have one guy with a dragon mount that he rides into battle and another guy that rides a dire rhino so a goblin is perfectly reasonable.
Right there.
Also, kudos to Gareth and the unexpected twist!
I got the verification thing to work, my browser was just being stupid. I'm rokrin on the new boards.
Fair enough. But for those who've been here a while, keep names at least similiar to your old ones. It makes our lives easier when trying to figure out who's who. :D
Yess! Exempted from the rule for being late!
Plus, generally I'm Rokrin pretty much everywhere. It started when I was in grade....4 or somethin', in a Dragonball Z RPG. The name stuck as my inter-web alias.
And this does give us 4 new arenas, plus two tournament arenas, so go wild!
And were you planning to make another training thread over there?
And I could make a training thread, but so far one seems like enough.
Remember, it's not taking over for this one. It's so we don't fill this forum so far we lose track of what's going on.
EDIT: Its up now.
Odd, that. :D
Under the firey title theres a horizontal listing of options, click the profile one, once that screen loads click the modify profile and there you are.
Alternatively, click your name then click modify profile.
So will it be my new character vs Zoqies or will it be the other team match with Lord_Bahamut fighting himself to take place in the IC thread 2 where our match just ended? And if they start their match in IC2 then should we go to the new site to have ours?
1: Sorcen, Aya, Khael
2: Me, Gareth, Revlis
3: Sorcen, Aya, Revlis
4: Me, Gareth, Khael
Just adding a bit of variety and spreading the work around. :D
Anyways, the Order(or rather, what's left of it)/Merithale's sword/Skraal are ready, or I could bring other characters in
. Also, thanks a lot gideon.Alas, the site is awesome, but I can't register 'cause it requires my Email address, which is gone with my smoking computer(seriously, it smoked, caught fire, and the glass bit of the monitor shattered XD)
A warning though; my tactics are...odd. :D
Ack, skraal's off in the trainin' room. Hmm... lessee, is your character chaotic in anyway?
If I were to go out on a limb, I'd say either Neutral Good or Chaotic Good. He's more....unorthodox.
Katherizaltix vs Dia Duit
A brilliant light precedes the entrance of the eight legged sunwyrm known as Katherizaltix. She walks into the arena in her natural form, presumably she had switched back from her elven form. She steps out into the arena and stands in an area where the sun is shining. She appears regal and shining aas she waits for her opponent to come into the arena.
Suddenly, fog oozes into the arena from every pore in the arena wall. A voice emanates from behind Katherizaltix, "Well, this should be truly interesting..." Meanwhile, the fog continues to thicken.
"Yes it should be, shall I begin, I assume your next words would be ladies first. Typical man, thinking a woman weak." Katherizaltix backflips gracefully into the air, showing amazing dexterity for her great size. As she does this, she draws in a breath and exhales a beam of burning sunlight from her draconic maw directly at the fog that was once behind her.
Unfortunately, Katherizaltix is blinded by her own beam of pure sunlight. The fog in the immediate area is burned away to reveal a mirror, but it quickly recondenses. Echoing from multiple places now, the same voice taunts the mighty sunwyrm, "Who said I was polite?"
Kate is struck by her own beam and her face shows the surprise. Luckily for her, her kind are all but immune to their own attacks. She seems annoyed but calms herself.
"Nice trick but how will you fare when I become incorporeal as well." She flies slowly back down to the area of fog and as she descends into the fog, her body becomes pure undiluted sunlight energy and she spreads her mass to engulf the fog entirely.
Her voice now emanates from the surrounding energies and rings through the mind of her opponent, "Come out come out wherever you are."
The increased ambient sunlight quickly creates a high contrast throughout the arena. As the shadows in the corners deepen, Dia Duit replies, "But you just made it all the more easy for me to hurt you. The fog suddenly lifts, to reveal a battle ground littered with dozens...nay, hundreds of mirrors. Mirrors of every size from hand to grand, compact to giant. Dia Duit voice rizes and lowers with the casting of a great enchantment. Even as he does so, more mirrors begin to appear from the shadows.
Lord Sorcen, this grows dull. Permission to remedy that situation?
The lord of Baator nods his assent, and Llval rises up and raises his hideous arms.
Great waves cascade around the combatants, knocking them sprawling as the arena fills with water: not pure, but a twisted, blackish, squalid color that radiates the stench of filth and disease. The floor cracks, great rifts open, releasing scalding blasts of hot air, and deep trenches tear the floor apart. Rivers of cooling lava roll slowly along the bottom, slow, but deadly, as the arena of Sorcen's Battle Royale is transformed into the bottom of the oceans of Hell.
There. Let them try surviving THAT!
OOC: Has the arena been changed into the bottom of the ocean with all of the difficulties that go with it (i.e. aquatic environment, high pressure, darkness, etc.) or does the terrain now resemble the bottom of a hellenic (not greek but you know what I mean) ocean? :OOC
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Consider it like the actual ocean, but with the lava flows and fetid water. We haven't had a truly dangerous landscape yet, so...you're the lucky ones! I look foward to seeing what you guys make of it.
(OOC) Eww, wet, and hot all at the same time. Good description, it makes me want to make sure my character doesnt get cut so that she wont catch any diseases from the filthy ocean water. (OOC)
(IC) With the sudden upheavel of the filthy volcanic ocean, Katherizaltix takes advantage of her opponents confusion and changes back to her draconic form. She swims out of the range of the fog and hides behind some of the debris waiting for her opponent to show his true form.
Within seconds of Katherizaltix leaving the fog a mirror whose size rivals her own drifts over to her. As it turns around it reflects Katherizaltix back upon herself. But this sunwyrm is not the haughty and regal creature which Katherizaltix prides herself on being. Instead it is a shadowed and scarred version, clearly scarred inside and out, eerily similar to the reflections progenitor, yet obviously broken. A voice emanates from the mirror, "This is all that awaits you if you stay your course in this fight...a twisted and broken mind, easily over come by the slightest hint of darkness, let alone evil. Little wyrm," taunts the voice, "RUN!"
Katherizaltix stares in horror at her projected image in the mirror as she makes her retreat. She quickly composes herself though and calls out to the fog, "I will not fall for your trickery, show yourself mortal, I dont even know your name yet." She twiddles her claws in a pqattern and shouts a word making a ball of ice glide through the water lazily towards the fog. The ball glows a green color before exploding into thousands of shards of ice when it reaches the center of the fog.
The image dissappears off of the mirror as it drifts behind Katherizaltix. Dia Duit replies in a sibilant tongue, a long and tortuous phrase, and the myst begins to seperate to reveal a gargantuan beast, of immense might and power. As Dia Duit speaks, the shadows in the arena seem to twist and dance in sympathy.
OOC: If your character can understand the tongue of shadows, then I'll give you a free translation of the sentence he spoke.
To Gideon, I can't breathe underwater, nor can survive inhaling toxic fumes...Yet my character is still alive and breathing (air, in fact). If you'd like a PM I can explain how I'm working that. :OOC
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Just for the record...I'm not sure either of you can currently breathe underwater, let alone survive inhaling the toxic substance whenever you talk...
(OOC) I've never specified that she can so I'll keep with her not being able to, as much as I'd like to know what he just said. As for her speaking underwater, her aura of sunlight evaporates the oxygen from the water around her and purifies the toxic waste. Thats the best I can come up with. Sorry for my absence friday, I couldnt find a chance to get online. (OOC)
(IC) The sunwyrm looks at the beast emerging and curses under her breath. She swims up, trying to reach the surface of the water so that she can take the battle to the air. She breathes a burning beam of concentrated solar energy at her enemy below her to give her more of a headstart.
As Katherizaltix glances back to launch a beam of pure sunlight at the beast below her, she realizes that it is merely the same reflection that had so entranced her as before, but on a much larger mirror. This time, instead of merely being reflected by the shining surface, Katherizaltix feels her very soul begin to pull toward the mirror. Even as she struggles to avoid the dire fate awaiting her in the soul stealing device, the mirror which had floated behind her explodes into hundreds of shards. Unfortuantely, they all seem to curve straight towards Katherizaltix turned back...
OOC: Hehe, he said "You'll never see my true form."
(OOC) You are an excellent opponent and I am seriously considering ceding the victory to you. Brilliant use of the powers of mirrors and you have a knack for turning everything into a trap. (OOC)
(IC) Katherizaltix shifts her form suddenly into pure sunlight and escapes the clutches of the mirror's soul stealing abilties and, unwittingly, the shards of glass coming from behind. She quickly rushes up towards the surface of the toxic ocean and begins chanting as she shifts back to her dragon form. She speaks telepathically with the beast below, "It is tough to fight what is not there but I have a way to reveal you."
(OOC) Also, Gideon, is there a top to this toxic ocean we're in? (OOC)
Swiftly approaching after the sunwyrm, a mirror is born up on a shadowy cloud. As it rotates to face Katherizaltix the image upon it is not her reflection, but that of her shattered body. "Fleeing already?" comes the increasingly sibilant voice. "It appears your brave facade fades more rapidly, even than I anticipated. You are a coward wyrm, and if you had been where I have been, you would hae fallen to the very powers you claim to fight."
OOC: Thank you. I worked hard to make this guy really fit the theme I had imagined for him. :OOC
Last edited by Memnanth : 02-27-07 at 06:12 PM. Reason: Felt like being gracious.
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Nope. The whole of the second battle area is submerged, up to the shield.
Oh...just for the record...if either of you happens to do what I'd do in this situation, I'll give you a. Cause I see some interesting potential here...Anyway...back to the fight.
(OOC) Hmm I doubt this is what you would have done Gideon but I can hope. (OOC)
(IC) Katheirzaltix swims as fast as she can to the apparent surface of the great toxic ocean... only to find that an invisible barrier is in her way. No matter, she is close enough to the surface to draw enough power from the sun.
She spreads her wings and embraces the sunlight, her body glowing a brilliant golden yellow as if she were the sun itself. The mirror catches up to her and reflects the damage of her sunlight back on her as darkness, she screams in pain but continues to concentrate on her attack. The sunlight grows brighter and brighter and she loses her corporeality and the water begins steaming and evaporating.
Soon it seems as if the entire area of the arena that housed their fight was occupied by a sun. All the water has evaporated now along with its garbage and waste, even the lava fows have been sealed over by the heat and the lava loses its solidity as it's melted away by the power of the sun.
The sun slowly dims and sputters out, leaving the sunwyrm drained and nearly unconscious, she plummets to the ground below and lands with a thud but amazingly she remains conscious. Her body is freckled with black spots from the mirror's attack on her.
Caught unexpectedly by the blast, Dia is left with little time to prepare. She quickly flings a rings of mirrors about the deepest part of a thick patch of shadow. The mirrors reflect the first wave of deadly light, but soon begin to melt under the intense heat. As the light begins to hit the shadow, it seems to shift. When the last mirror has melted away, and the last bit of shadow dissapeared, out of the final pinprick, a human, of average height and weight, appears. He notices the downfall of the great SunWyrm with awe. Despite the rapidly constructed defensive measures, he is badly burned, and begins to cough up a dark red liquid. As he holds on to his last scraps of consciousness, he chuckles. "Hehehe, a time to begin anew, I see." Dia admits. A dark mist begins to gather around him, as the last rays of sunlight dissolve, and out of his blindingly brilliant shirt, he pulls a small mirror, holding it before him in a guard position. Even as he does this, he begins side stepping around a large pile of rocks.
Katherizaltix slowly drags herself a few feet towards her opponent before shakily pulling herself to her feet. Her eight legs come in handy for this, for when two legs fail there are six more to help out. She begins walking towards her opponent, slow and wobbily albeit. The sunlight begins healing her wounds very slowly as she walks towards her opponent, aiming to end the match.
Having achieved his goal, Dia dives headlong into the shadow, only to disappear. However, right before he reaches the shadow behind the rocks, he drops the handmirror he had previously produced. All around the arena the sun, already dim due to the fact that arena is in Baator, begins to be covered by fog...
"Now you flee?" Katherizaltix says as she continues her determined march towards her opponent. As Dia Duit disappears, she walks to his mirror and stomps on it, grinding it to dust beneath her massive clawed feet. She looks up as the sunlight disappears and her wounds stop healing, luckily they have mostly healed though. "Show yourself enemy or I shall have myself declared the winner."
As Katherizaltix lifts her foots from grinding the mirror into dust, something unusual happens. The tiny shards of mirror liquify, running over Katherizaltix's foot. Quickly, Katherizaltix realizes that the mirror has no become an iron shackle, holding her fast to the ground. "Running is no shame, when your are over-matched in your present condition. It is time to even those conditions." replies Dia. The gigantic sunwyrm glances to see Dia falling from a height of several hundred feet.He appears to be making mystic gestures as he falls. As the gesticulates, the mysterious fog continues to cover the sun. Soon, it is dark as the inside of a grave inside the arena.
The sunwyrm looks down at her shackle but returns her gaze to the falling man, "Darkness? You use darkness against the light. And you didnt really think this chain could hold me did you?" Her eyes glow with a brilliant yellow and her body again shifts into pure sunlight as she escapes her shackle. She shifts her form back into the dragon and exhales a beam of sunlight out at where the man was falling, half expecting him to be gone.
OOC: Since I did that move I was waiting for now, I am ready for the ruling whenever you are my esteemed opponent Memnanth.
As the beam of light of light approaches the falling man, everything near him is thrown into sharp relief. Immediately before "impact" the world around Katherizaltix turns dark. Instead of a dimly lit sea floor, she is instead in a darkly shadowed plane.The grass seems mirror like at first, reflecting Katherizaltix it appears. After more than a momentary glance, it becomes clear that instead of reflecting light, these shining surfaces instead reflect darkness. With every action that Katherizaltix takes, a little more light is absorbed by this darkly glimering field. There is no sign of the Dia...
OOC: I'm ready to finish this too. Either way, it was a good match.
As teh referee announces her defeat, Katherizaltix stops before she unleashes more beams around the darkness. The sunwyrm begins to glow more brightly in the darkness, "It was a good match mortal, you have won so you may end this as you see fit, whether with a handshake or a death blow." The great sunwyrm bends her front legs in a bow and lays with her head on the ground and her neck exposed.
(OOC) Congrats on your victory Memnanth. It was a good match, feel free to end it as you see fit, although I'd like to keep my character.
OOC: I think I can manage to do that fairly easily. :OOC
BIC: Dia's voice booms throughout the newly changed arena. "Welcome to my home. Please find your way out now." With that, a small portal opens in the air in front of Katherizaltix. The sunwyrm, despite her wounded pride, proudly steps through the gate into the tavern cycine, knowing she had done her best.
Suddenly, fog oozes into the arena from every pore in the arena wall. A voice emanates from behind Katherizaltix, "Well, this should be truly interesting..." Meanwhile, the fog continues to thicken.
"Yes it should be, shall I begin, I assume your next words would be ladies first. Typical man, thinking a woman weak." Katherizaltix backflips gracefully into the air, showing amazing dexterity for her great size. As she does this, she draws in a breath and exhales a beam of burning sunlight from her draconic maw directly at the fog that was once behind her.
Unfortunately, Katherizaltix is blinded by her own beam of pure sunlight. The fog in the immediate area is burned away to reveal a mirror, but it quickly recondenses. Echoing from multiple places now, the same voice taunts the mighty sunwyrm, "Who said I was polite?"
Kate is struck by her own beam and her face shows the surprise. Luckily for her, her kind are all but immune to their own attacks. She seems annoyed but calms herself.
"Nice trick but how will you fare when I become incorporeal as well." She flies slowly back down to the area of fog and as she descends into the fog, her body becomes pure undiluted sunlight energy and she spreads her mass to engulf the fog entirely.
Her voice now emanates from the surrounding energies and rings through the mind of her opponent, "Come out come out wherever you are."
The increased ambient sunlight quickly creates a high contrast throughout the arena. As the shadows in the corners deepen, Dia Duit replies, "But you just made it all the more easy for me to hurt you. The fog suddenly lifts, to reveal a battle ground littered with dozens...nay, hundreds of mirrors. Mirrors of every size from hand to grand, compact to giant. Dia Duit voice rizes and lowers with the casting of a great enchantment. Even as he does so, more mirrors begin to appear from the shadows.
Lord Sorcen, this grows dull. Permission to remedy that situation?
The lord of Baator nods his assent, and Llval rises up and raises his hideous arms.
Great waves cascade around the combatants, knocking them sprawling as the arena fills with water: not pure, but a twisted, blackish, squalid color that radiates the stench of filth and disease. The floor cracks, great rifts open, releasing scalding blasts of hot air, and deep trenches tear the floor apart. Rivers of cooling lava roll slowly along the bottom, slow, but deadly, as the arena of Sorcen's Battle Royale is transformed into the bottom of the oceans of Hell.
There. Let them try surviving THAT!
OOC: Has the arena been changed into the bottom of the ocean with all of the difficulties that go with it (i.e. aquatic environment, high pressure, darkness, etc.) or does the terrain now resemble the bottom of a hellenic (not greek but you know what I mean) ocean? :OOC
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Consider it like the actual ocean, but with the lava flows and fetid water. We haven't had a truly dangerous landscape yet, so...you're the lucky ones! I look foward to seeing what you guys make of it.
(OOC) Eww, wet, and hot all at the same time. Good description, it makes me want to make sure my character doesnt get cut so that she wont catch any diseases from the filthy ocean water. (OOC)
(IC) With the sudden upheavel of the filthy volcanic ocean, Katherizaltix takes advantage of her opponents confusion and changes back to her draconic form. She swims out of the range of the fog and hides behind some of the debris waiting for her opponent to show his true form.
Within seconds of Katherizaltix leaving the fog a mirror whose size rivals her own drifts over to her. As it turns around it reflects Katherizaltix back upon herself. But this sunwyrm is not the haughty and regal creature which Katherizaltix prides herself on being. Instead it is a shadowed and scarred version, clearly scarred inside and out, eerily similar to the reflections progenitor, yet obviously broken. A voice emanates from the mirror, "This is all that awaits you if you stay your course in this fight...a twisted and broken mind, easily over come by the slightest hint of darkness, let alone evil. Little wyrm," taunts the voice, "RUN!"
Katherizaltix stares in horror at her projected image in the mirror as she makes her retreat. She quickly composes herself though and calls out to the fog, "I will not fall for your trickery, show yourself mortal, I dont even know your name yet." She twiddles her claws in a pqattern and shouts a word making a ball of ice glide through the water lazily towards the fog. The ball glows a green color before exploding into thousands of shards of ice when it reaches the center of the fog.
The image dissappears off of the mirror as it drifts behind Katherizaltix. Dia Duit replies in a sibilant tongue, a long and tortuous phrase, and the myst begins to seperate to reveal a gargantuan beast, of immense might and power. As Dia Duit speaks, the shadows in the arena seem to twist and dance in sympathy.
OOC: If your character can understand the tongue of shadows, then I'll give you a free translation of the sentence he spoke.
To Gideon, I can't breathe underwater, nor can survive inhaling toxic fumes...Yet my character is still alive and breathing (air, in fact). If you'd like a PM I can explain how I'm working that. :OOC
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Just for the record...I'm not sure either of you can currently breathe underwater, let alone survive inhaling the toxic substance whenever you talk...
(OOC) I've never specified that she can so I'll keep with her not being able to, as much as I'd like to know what he just said. As for her speaking underwater, her aura of sunlight evaporates the oxygen from the water around her and purifies the toxic waste. Thats the best I can come up with. Sorry for my absence friday, I couldnt find a chance to get online. (OOC)
(IC) The sunwyrm looks at the beast emerging and curses under her breath. She swims up, trying to reach the surface of the water so that she can take the battle to the air. She breathes a burning beam of concentrated solar energy at her enemy below her to give her more of a headstart.
As Katherizaltix glances back to launch a beam of pure sunlight at the beast below her, she realizes that it is merely the same reflection that had so entranced her as before, but on a much larger mirror. This time, instead of merely being reflected by the shining surface, Katherizaltix feels her very soul begin to pull toward the mirror. Even as she struggles to avoid the dire fate awaiting her in the soul stealing device, the mirror which had floated behind her explodes into hundreds of shards. Unfortuantely, they all seem to curve straight towards Katherizaltix turned back...
OOC: Hehe, he said "You'll never see my true form."
(OOC) You are an excellent opponent and I am seriously considering ceding the victory to you. Brilliant use of the powers of mirrors and you have a knack for turning everything into a trap. (OOC)
(IC) Katherizaltix shifts her form suddenly into pure sunlight and escapes the clutches of the mirror's soul stealing abilties and, unwittingly, the shards of glass coming from behind. She quickly rushes up towards the surface of the toxic ocean and begins chanting as she shifts back to her dragon form. She speaks telepathically with the beast below, "It is tough to fight what is not there but I have a way to reveal you."
(OOC) Also, Gideon, is there a top to this toxic ocean we're in? (OOC)
Swiftly approaching after the sunwyrm, a mirror is born up on a shadowy cloud. As it rotates to face Katherizaltix the image upon it is not her reflection, but that of her shattered body. "Fleeing already?" comes the increasingly sibilant voice. "It appears your brave facade fades more rapidly, even than I anticipated. You are a coward wyrm, and if you had been where I have been, you would hae fallen to the very powers you claim to fight."
OOC: Thank you. I worked hard to make this guy really fit the theme I had imagined for him. :OOC
Last edited by Memnanth : 02-27-07 at 06:12 PM. Reason: Felt like being gracious.
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Nope. The whole of the second battle area is submerged, up to the shield.
Oh...just for the record...if either of you happens to do what I'd do in this situation, I'll give you a
. Cause I see some interesting potential here...Anyway...back to the fight. (OOC) Hmm I doubt this is what you would have done Gideon but I can hope. (OOC)
(IC) Katheirzaltix swims as fast as she can to the apparent surface of the great toxic ocean... only to find that an invisible barrier is in her way. No matter, she is close enough to the surface to draw enough power from the sun.
She spreads her wings and embraces the sunlight, her body glowing a brilliant golden yellow as if she were the sun itself. The mirror catches up to her and reflects the damage of her sunlight back on her as darkness, she screams in pain but continues to concentrate on her attack. The sunlight grows brighter and brighter and she loses her corporeality and the water begins steaming and evaporating.
Soon it seems as if the entire area of the arena that housed their fight was occupied by a sun. All the water has evaporated now along with its garbage and waste, even the lava fows have been sealed over by the heat and the lava loses its solidity as it's melted away by the power of the sun.
The sun slowly dims and sputters out, leaving the sunwyrm drained and nearly unconscious, she plummets to the ground below and lands with a thud but amazingly she remains conscious. Her body is freckled with black spots from the mirror's attack on her.
Caught unexpectedly by the blast, Dia is left with little time to prepare. She quickly flings a rings of mirrors about the deepest part of a thick patch of shadow. The mirrors reflect the first wave of deadly light, but soon begin to melt under the intense heat. As the light begins to hit the shadow, it seems to shift. When the last mirror has melted away, and the last bit of shadow dissapeared, out of the final pinprick, a human, of average height and weight, appears. He notices the downfall of the great SunWyrm with awe. Despite the rapidly constructed defensive measures, he is badly burned, and begins to cough up a dark red liquid. As he holds on to his last scraps of consciousness, he chuckles. "Hehehe, a time to begin anew, I see." Dia admits. A dark mist begins to gather around him, as the last rays of sunlight dissolve, and out of his blindingly brilliant shirt, he pulls a small mirror, holding it before him in a guard position. Even as he does this, he begins side stepping around a large pile of rocks.
Katherizaltix slowly drags herself a few feet towards her opponent before shakily pulling herself to her feet. Her eight legs come in handy for this, for when two legs fail there are six more to help out. She begins walking towards her opponent, slow and wobbily albeit. The sunlight begins healing her wounds very slowly as she walks towards her opponent, aiming to end the match.
Having achieved his goal, Dia dives headlong into the shadow, only to disappear. However, right before he reaches the shadow behind the rocks, he drops the handmirror he had previously produced. All around the arena the sun, already dim due to the fact that arena is in Baator, begins to be covered by fog...
"Now you flee?" Katherizaltix says as she continues her determined march towards her opponent. As Dia Duit disappears, she walks to his mirror and stomps on it, grinding it to dust beneath her massive clawed feet. She looks up as the sunlight disappears and her wounds stop healing, luckily they have mostly healed though. "Show yourself enemy or I shall have myself declared the winner."
As Katherizaltix lifts her foots from grinding the mirror into dust, something unusual happens. The tiny shards of mirror liquify, running over Katherizaltix's foot. Quickly, Katherizaltix realizes that the mirror has no become an iron shackle, holding her fast to the ground. "Running is no shame, when your are over-matched in your present condition. It is time to even those conditions." replies Dia. The gigantic sunwyrm glances to see Dia falling from a height of several hundred feet.He appears to be making mystic gestures as he falls. As the gesticulates, the mysterious fog continues to cover the sun. Soon, it is dark as the inside of a grave inside the arena.
The sunwyrm looks down at her shackle but returns her gaze to the falling man, "Darkness? You use darkness against the light. And you didnt really think this chain could hold me did you?" Her eyes glow with a brilliant yellow and her body again shifts into pure sunlight as she escapes her shackle. She shifts her form back into the dragon and exhales a beam of sunlight out at where the man was falling, half expecting him to be gone.
OOC: Since I did that move I was waiting for now, I am ready for the ruling whenever you are my esteemed opponent Memnanth.
As the beam of light of light approaches the falling man, everything near him is thrown into sharp relief. Immediately before "impact" the world around Katherizaltix turns dark. Instead of a dimly lit sea floor, she is instead in a darkly shadowed plane.The grass seems mirror like at first, reflecting Katherizaltix it appears. After more than a momentary glance, it becomes clear that instead of reflecting light, these shining surfaces instead reflect darkness. With every action that Katherizaltix takes, a little more light is absorbed by this darkly glimering field. There is no sign of the Dia...
OOC: I'm ready to finish this too. Either way, it was a good match.
As teh referee announces her defeat, Katherizaltix stops before she unleashes more beams around the darkness. The sunwyrm begins to glow more brightly in the darkness, "It was a good match mortal, you have won so you may end this as you see fit, whether with a handshake or a death blow." The great sunwyrm bends her front legs in a bow and lays with her head on the ground and her neck exposed.
(OOC) Congrats on your victory Memnanth. It was a good match, feel free to end it as you see fit, although I'd like to keep my character.
OOC: I think I can manage to do that fairly easily. :OOC
BIC: Dia's voice booms throughout the newly changed arena. "Welcome to my home. Please find your way out now." With that, a small portal opens in the air in front of Katherizaltix. The sunwyrm, despite her wounded pride, proudly steps through the gate into the tavern cycine, knowing she had done her best.
And also working on some artwork and trying to working on both my novel and campaugn setting is giving me a headache. :D
Sorry if I got REALLY slow on this thread.
Speaking of which, what has become of Treetrunker? Sash is stuck in limbo, waiting for another move in the training room. I think he's going to just leave that match.
Giovanni, raptoran wizard
Powewrful winds whirled around in vicious currents this high up. Giovanni glided gently on the currents, letting the rising thermals of the plains below keep him aloft. His eagle-like eyes scoured the earth beneath him, aided by magic goggles that enhanced his sight many times over. He was on another mission for his master. It had proved to be boring so far, looking for a tribe of halfling barbarians this far out in the Talenta Plains. It was starting to get warmer as well as Giovanni glided closer and closer to the desert. Suddenly his eyes picked up movement thousands of feet below him. There! The distinctive tribal flags fluttered in the stiff breezes down there, but Giovanni felt something was wrong. The halflings were running. Why would they flee? he thought. They are known to be one of the most fearless tribes. Then he saw why they were running. Out of the dust left behind by the halflings comes a lumbering shape. A landwyrm. The powerful dragonlike creatures apparrently still lived on Khorvaire. This particular landwyrm looked to be a desert landwyrm, not surprising since the Sword Desert was only a dozen miles away. The halflings were in danger, and Giovanni wouldn't stand that. Folding his wings tight against his body, he dived towards the ground. The wind ruffled his hair as he fell like a rock towards the desert landwyrm below. Giovanni knew this was a risk, diving like this, but he had to try. If he couldn't pull out of the dive in time, there wouldn't be much left of him. He mentally prepared his spells, selecting which ones to pepper the landwyrn with. The ground rushed up, and Giovanni forced his wings open. Keening a war cry, he flashed over the halflings and the landwyrm faster than he ever thought possible. Corkscrewing up and around the landwyrm, he waved his hands an from his pointed fingers snapped a ray of icy blue energy. Striking the confused landwyrm in the back, the creature roared and spun to face Giovanni. Giovanni knew he had the advantage here, for landwyrms didn't have any ranged attacks. Another ray of ice followed the first, this time striking the monster's chest. The creature roared, and thundered towards Giovanni. Crouching low then taking a soaring leap into the air, the landwyrm leapt for Giovanni. The wizard barely managed to twist to the side to avoid the snapping jaws. Giovanni flew higher, and turned and fired anotehr icy ray at the monster. But the range was too great for his spell, and the landwyrm jumped to the side. Giovanni was starting to worry. His icy rays hadn't seemed to damage the landwyrm very much. Giovanni decided to try something knew. He pulled out two wands, one in each hand. Chanting and waving both of them, he let loose a barrage of icy beams at the landwyrm. These beams were stronger and had a longer range. The landwyrm shuddered and flinched as the rays pelted its thick hide. The monster leapt up again, and this time Giovanni wasn't so lucky. He felt something brush his hand, and when he looked half the wand was missing. Eyes widening in horror, he hurled the broked wand away from him and down toward the desert landwyrm. Shielding his face against the explosion, Giovanni was curious when is never came. Peeking out from behind his arms, he looked down upon the landwyrm and saw why. The creature's hide was pocked with holes, each steaming and coated in a thick layer of frost. The head was missing, and the ground was frozen in a solid sheet of ice around the beast. It must have swallowed the end of the wand, Giovanni thought. He flew down to the halflings to continue his original mission.
FORGOT about the roleplaying thread. Everyone was just waiting around for me to post my next move (which didn't come for 2 weeks or so). So no hard feelings.
Sorry about the intrusion, guys, but it looked like the only way, I sure hope it works.
From what it looks like Fullmetal, it looks good. But I'm too impatient to wait for it too load fully, so I guess I'll never know how good.
Don't have to be rude about it. Just simplely say you can't see it because it takes to long to load.
Guess I'll have to watch what I say closer. Sorry!We have the Venti and Silence vs Tyrion and Valoran match that is scheduled for next in the IC2 thread.
Zoqies vs Coin(or Miracolix) and Kyyt vs Gjuld are waiting for their respective matches.
And we have a few newer players that havent had matches yet I believe. We maybe could have some matches over on the new site if anyone would like to.
So no, I didn't forget about that thread, I check it every time I get on just to make sure nobody else posted.Be afraid.
Have fun watching people interpret your characters in Magic: the Gathering.
"I live to serve, milord."
That felt good. I've been putting that off too long anyway. Also, I updated Blood and Darkness. Wanna make sure I still have everyone.
As for the linking battles like that Ank, be careful because we made a rule back when the arena was in its beginning that you have to keep your matches on this plane so perhaps a planar breach would be more appropriate instead of taking the battle itself to the plane of water. That linking does add to the chaotic nature of the character and just creates more chaos with his moves and makes them more elaborate though so thats why I mentioned I liked it.
Edit: Ok, I changed it up just a hair, that work for you oh mighty Sorcen? Thanks for reminding me before that got too far. I kept the magical viewing screen up so that the audience could see what happened in between; it'll fade once Siventarr reenters. Somehow, this whole fiasco seems...unneccary for a battle. Then again, if I didn't put up a huge gate that screems "Pick Me!" I wouldn't have this problem.
Gideon: Thanks for the heads-up. It looks like things will be pretty slow for awhile so it shouldnt be a problem.
And does anyone else notice a very large difference at Gideon's absence? It seems like the MotP is... hollow.
I know what you're saying about that battle too. I hate the kind where you have to step back and "drink a potion" or "heal thyself" so that you can be invincible. Its generally my disposition to make every hit weaken my charecter in some way. The problem was, I needed something to make Sevifor back into a fighting form because we haven't been fighting quite long enough for a decision I didn't think.
Although, I do think we've arrived at a pretty good turning point. Do you want to call it now and base the results of that last attack on judges preferance, or do you want me to reply and judge at a later date?
Edit: I won't be on tonight, but if they decide to judge, I'll be back tomarrow to make my move, or whenever they get to it.
Sorry, I've recently discovered the existance of PbP gaming, so I've been more than just a litte distracted.
edit: looks like treetrunker isn't going to finish the match with Sash, so if anyone else would like to try a fight in the training room, well, Sash is there already.
So yeah, a ruling would be nice before either Siventarr or Sevifor's internal organs get splattered all over the place (wait, didn't that happen already? :D ).
Oh, and happy St. Patricks' day to you as well, Sorcen. I didn't even know it was today.
Oh and as a bonus we get to see the ending that Ank had planned. I thought of a few ways out of it myself actually.
To Bahamut: Should you want me to change anything, let me know. I tried to make Siventarr as worthy a foe as possible without making him win, but I'm open to suggestions.
Just sayin', you don't need to be competing in any of the fights to place bets on characters that are. Oh, and don't forget, you can make bets with one another, so the house dosen't go broke and I am forced to add more hell silver to it (which, as we all know, leads to inflation;) )
Ank, in my last post Siventarr was serious. I would like a rematch as soon as the tourney is over, and Sevifor may want to watch his back for any... shady... moves by Siventarr.
And I'm still intrigued by the Siventarr vs. Gareth idea you had earlier. There is enourmous potential there, and the idea that's going through my head is this: What if Gareth breaks Siventarr's sword?. Mull that over awhile, because with Soulreaver, it is a distinct possiblity.
Lard Gareth - I'm more than willing to have a Siventarr vs. Lord Gareth. Merikel is so suffused with magic and Siventarr's essence that you would have to kill Siventarr completely (do the whole stake-in-the-heart thing) to break the sword. So we have two blades (both of which are unbreakable, correct?) that are super powerful with one totally evil insane vampiric angel, and a human (I'm not exactley sure what you call Lord Gareth, *insert your description here*). So anytime.
And I was looking for the start of the team battle, but I couldn't find it. Oh well. With the ok from LostMage, shall we go? Can you repost your original entrance (or make up another one) so that I can play off of it?
Also, there boards have been awefully quiet lately, I've seen only about 1 or 2 posts per day, exluding my own...It must be that our biggest talker has gone missing, right Gideon :D No pun intended;)
And, the "Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator" is the place where Venti's match is, right? (just want to double check 'fore Venti shows up in the wrong spot)
Anyway yes the team match will take place in "Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator", sorry for the confusion. Is someone finally going to post first and get that match underway? :P
Well, I'll go post something then.
By the way, I don't think I ever congratulated Bahamut on that exellent match. Well, here goes: Good match Bahamut, I look forward to do battle with or against you in the future; I thouroghly enjoyed myself.
/OOC)ok, im over it now.
whats up with everyone?
. I finally got my hands on the Fiendish Codex 2: Tyrants of the Nine Hells. In my opinion, an excellent source of info and generally a pretty good read. It reminds me of Planescape some with all the fluff and not so heavy on crunch. Anyway I've been reading up on each of the layers more detailed recently and am reworking the entire hierarchy of Baator now that I understand it even better.
So, hi.
OOC: Yeh that maintenance has thwarted my attempts to edit or reply on more than one occasion. Anyway I like your character, I wasnt sure where you were going with it before but now that its been updated I like him even more.
Thanks.
So... don't suppose there's anyone around just spoiling for a fight? ;)
Anything happen while I was gone?
I have to head out for the day right now but feel free to throw up a first post if you get back before me. Or if not I will tomorrow.
OOC: Now that FullMetal is back, who will be Zoqies' opponent? Coin, Miracolix, someone else? Also he requested to have that match on the new site if that will work out.
Actully, it is Kauli...:D
A series of snowstorms in my area knocked out internets for a few days. To my current opponents, I apologize for my absence. But the time has given me some fun ideas...
EDIT: Nevermind I found it, duh.
Hey, back from New York. The wedding I went to was crazy. Everyone kept fogetting everything and the party was insane. I had alot of fun
Anything happen while I was gone?
Yeah, weddings are almost always hectic and rushed.
Does Miracolix remind anyone else of mayonnaise? :P
Course, all my character's are busy at the moment, so I'll give you a choice:
Either I'll bring Caben Duur back for a cameo appearance, OR:
I've got another "character," who would be perfect for a one-shot fight, and also add something very unexpected to Sorcen's Baator.
Either works for me. Pick your poison
Anyways, all my chars have been waiting for god knows how long for a match, sorcen, you got anyone?
Well...I could fight you at a later date, if you want :D
On that note, which set of judges would be able to/ want to judge the Kauli vs Miracolix match. And then which set of judges could judge whatever other match.
, we could put Kronos and I on the You/Aya/Khael thread and Cog and I on the Revlis/You/Aya thread.The Kauli/Miracolix could then go on either of the others, and that would help balance the workload.
That work?
May I ask why? Cause if it's e-mail and stuff, I can make one for you without all that.
. Anyways, thanks a lot for the helpUsername= cogntaz
Password I'll PM you.
And the e-mail is my yahoo account, so anyone tracing it will find info on Bob Bobson, of 1234 Bob Street, Bobtown, NJ.
It's what those accounts are great for. If you plan to sign up for things online, you should get one. Free, and you can enter false info :D
Kronos and I: Arena Thread I
Kauli and Miracolix: Arena Thread II
Cog n Taz and I: Arena Thread III
Leaving us with one open in case we need it (did I miss anyone?)
Again, all are located HERE
Well, hope you feel better soon, sounds like a case of mild depression to me; don't let it go too far, we need you (and your love of "big scaly lizards";) ) here.
I'm just in a blue state, that's all. And for dragons, not sure if they will be part of my life anymore -___-
Well, you've got an account now.
Username= cogntaz
Password I'll PM you.
And the e-mail is my yahoo account, so anyone tracing it will find info on Bob Bobson, of 1234 Bob Street, Bobtown, NJ.
It's what those accounts are great for. If you plan to sign up for things online, you should get one. Free, and you can enter false info :D
When I read that name&address thingy, it made me go this way:
Does anyone else want a match then. I'm ready and have a position already booked for it.
So I wont be having my match against Kauli? Its disappointing but I understand, just dont let it get to you FullMetal.
Does anyone else want a match then. I'm ready and have a position already booked for it.
Actully, you still want to have my match with Kauli? I had to talk to a copule of friends and people outside of school. starting to carry a journal with me everyday to write in it. It's to help me remember some dreams I have been having, what I hated about my day and etc. Something to look back on and think about.
Still up for it?
Anyway yes I believe that Kate's intent was to still have the match with you if you'd like. She, like me, was likely misled by your post saying you would take some time away from here and thought that you were calling the match off.
OOC: Ah yes journals are very good to have around, I myself try to keep a little notebook with an equally small pencil on my person at all times to jot down any of my random ideas. In addition I email myself my dreams each morning when I wake up and hop on the computer after I write them down as I wake up during the night. I keep pen and paper beside my bed for anything I need to write down during the night.
Anyway yes I believe that Kate's intent was to still have the match with you if you'd like. She, like me, was likely misled by your post saying you would take some time away from here and thought that you were calling the match off.
Where is my match again? I keep forgetting -___-
And yes I do have some spelling and grammar mistakes myself but some are on purpose and the rest are because I lack any type of spell-checking ability.
Kronos...if you want an opponent, I'm game :D
Course, all my character's are busy at the moment, so I'll give you a choice:
Either I'll bring Caben Duur back for a cameo appearance, OR:
I've got another "character," who would be perfect for a one-shot fight, and also add something very unexpected to Sorcen's Baator.
Either works for me. Pick your poison
I'll pass on Caben, whats the Mystry??
But it's nothing to bad. Just a little twist...
And unfortunately, no. Can't help you there.
As for lostmage, I haven't the slightest.
Gideon, are we also waiting on Gareth in Trin?
Edit: He's on! Anyone want to track down the formus he's viewing and catch his ire?
However, I do have an announcement: I'm leaving the Map of the Planes, (and the majority of other Wizards' boards). Things in RL have kind of taken priority again, and I feel that my work here lately has been subpar to what I would want to have my name associated with. I forfeit the two matches I am currently apart of.
I enjoyed my time here and will be sure to look back favorably.
--Revlis Nogard
You ever going to consider coming back, or is this a permanent switch?
In other news, this means we need a new judge for the other forums. So someone may end up being promoted, once I talk to Sorcen/everyone else.
I also really hope that this isn't the beginning of the end...Gareth (apparently, cause he's been on lately, just not here), Revlis......
Can't wait until a match opens up. Anyone know if Keraptis is still with us?
As for a possible new site, way ahead of ya. ;) I wont disclose that information just yet though.
Edit: Oh. I feel like an idiot. DOH!
As for a possible new site, way ahead of ya. ;) I wont disclose that information just yet though.
Grrr...you and your bait dangling...:D
Shame about revlis leaving, I really hope it's not permanent, that would be sad. I'm not going anywhere though..
And, in real life, I'm the sort of person who enters a room that's quiet, and leaves a room full of talking and laughing (I admit that's tough to do on a forum). But, if there's anything to be done here, let me know.
Bahamut: If he does not post within a week's time of his absence, then Lostmage or yourself may take over his character temporarily until he returns.
Also Welcome to the arena, Beebetowers, heres your
for joining.Also Gaelro, Gealro, Gaerlo, uh oh I forgot how to spell his name, sorry bout that man. Anyway, Lafali, go ahead and post an appropriate ending to your match against Vicgretor and then begin your match against Sevifor.
And since Khael and Revlis's match in IC1 is done then we can have a match there now, any takers?
If this is the case...
:raincloud 
:surrender 
Sorry about my prolonged absence..... more importantly sorry i forgot to mention it, though it seems like my disappearence hasn't caused any issues (didn't think it would, but who knows). I'm glad that this is all still going on, have been coming up with a few ideas for the next experiment, give me a couple of days and I should be up for a battle!!!! Also glad your back Gideon (yeah I've been away that long!!!!), and congrats to all of you esspecially Sorcen for keeping this thing going, 60 sumat pages thats pretty damn impressive!!!! But yes enough of my mumblings....
Welcome back PartyTricks. There is an opening for a match if you'd like it, cant wait to see what kind of experiment you come up with next. Somethings have happened since you've been gone but nothing too big or dramatic.
The oldest members are, in order of the first five:
Korone (gone)
Seraphine_Harmonium (gone...I think. I'm right, aren't I? Or am I just being stupid?)
SeptimusMagistros
Lord_Bahamut
And me (Darn you Bahamut...you beat me by 1 post! :D)
Not counting Sorcen and Aya, of course.
:DYeah...ank seems like he's been here a while, but guess not, in the long run.
The oldest members are, in order of the first five:
Korone (gone)
Seraphine_Harmonium (gone...I think. I'm right, aren't I? Or am I just being stupid?)
SeptimusMagistros
Lord_Bahamut
And me (Darn you Bahamut...you beat me by 1 post! :D)
Not counting Sorcen and Aya, of course.
Don't take it too hard, Gideon... You roundhouse kick me in the face when it comes to roleplaying :D
KNAVE!
A barrage of rays, most of which appear to be disintegrate, rip through Ank.
I've been EXTREMELY busy, but don't you DARE to claim I am burnt out! YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE BAREST SURFACE OF MY WRATH!
Secondly, great to know you're still around. We understand about being busy.
However, that said, and I mean no offense with this...
That was a little over the top. Saying you've been busy was probably sufficient. 'Cause I was also thinking a burnout was a possibility, so don't aim only at Ank. You were gone for a while, without warning, so we thought it might be the case. No reason to flip on us.
We may not have seen the barest surface of your wrath, but no one has even seen a glimpse of mine. It's not pretty. So don't make me angry by pointlessly singling out someone who was just suggesting a possibility as to why you weren't on.
If you want to take your anger out on me, so be it. But I will enforce politeness on this forum, and, much as I respect your abilities, I must insist that that was was intolerable. Please calm down and think more before posting something like that in the future.
Understood?
-Gideon
Ya'll don't appreciate dark humor nearly as much as you should. If I was actually angry, I would have been MUCH more eloquent. Seriously, the angrier you get me, the more my vocabulary shows. I was dancing circles around college professors for the five minutes before I jacked this kid last week.
But if it's any consolation, you have my apologies for the confusion.
Glad to hear you think so highly of me as to think I've been around for so long. Or does this just mean that my presense is a drag on you, and each moment reading my post causes you to suffer a thousand agonies?
Hope Gealro posts soon, I can see that he's on, so that we can get the last tournament battle underway. That could end up to be my first loss, although part of me hopes to hold the position for longer than Bahamut. :D
Edit: after reading Gareth's post, I'm glad to see I came to the right conclusion.
Fond though I am of dark humor (and I do love it...and use it a lot), I have found that it (like sarcasm) often fails to carry over the internet. Hence my post.
It's nice to see that it was in jest.
Anyway, nice to have you back again, and let that post stand for anyone else who is actually planning on ever being overly rude to someone else on here. I'll be at their throats in seconds flat. If it happened to Gareth, it can happen to you.
You have been warned. :D
-Gideon
Would anyone be interested in seeing such a match?
Please vote yes/no/you're an idiot.
AKA demanding wife
Kronos...I can't tell you now...it would ruin the suprise :D
But it's nothing to bad. Just a little twist...
let me know when you wanna get started
i think i went brain dead.Krono: New Site. Whats with all the empty space in your other post?
I'll edit it.
Show
like this
Well, Gaelro still hasn't posted, but inspiration doesn't wait for matches! Remember how Kael keeps making the lucadrous assumtption that even a little girl could win an arena fight? I've decided to test his little theory. Once the tournament is over, or Kyyt's match, whichever comes first, I plan to submit an 8-year old girl to Baator with Sorcen's permission. The plan is to have her there for only one battle, but who knows, if all goes well she might come back :P
Would anyone be interested in seeing such a match?
Please vote yes/no/you're an idiot.
Yo, it's malnorished little girl...
And yes/you're an idiot :D :P
And i feel I should ask... where do I appear on your chart Gideon?
And Khael, you appear right after me. The next post, I think. :D
EDIT: Sh*t. Another account. This is Gideon, in one of his numerous incarnations (this one's for amusement. :D)
Say, anyone heard from False Keraptis, we were supposed to have a match with Kyyt v. His dwarf, but he seems to have gone missing.
The thin, weak-looking girl can be no older than he tenth year, and it's a ponderous question as to how she could have gotten to Baator in the first place. She wears a homespun blue dress that stops at ankle level. As she looks around, her neck-level blonde hair swings from side to side, hiding her dull blue eyes. She has something tightly wrapped in her arms, but you can't get a good view of it.
Those close enough to hear such things realize that the young lass is hyperventilating, and her eyes are choked with tears. She sobs loudly as she takes in her surroundings. But as the spores fade, she comes to see just who is standing around her. She opens her mouth wide, draws her head back, and screems a long, pitchless note of bloody murder. It is shrill to the ears, and just as she mercifully runs out of breath, she draws another stuttering breath and it begins anew. A nearby demon, a vrock, makes a grab for her and tries to cover her mouth.
"NO!"
She ducks under its arms, her head now burried inside the bundle she carries, and she runs blindly about the arena. She flies recklessly around waitors, under legs, through arms, and around cargo, all the while bauling her eyes out in a pitiful manner. Eventually, she meets her journey's end as she bumps softly into Sorcen's left leg.
Her eyes are red and puffy from crying, and her child-like face is set in a way that is sure to warm the demon lord's heart. Then again, maybe he has a soft spot. He can clearly see that the small, brownish lump the girl clings so tighly to is a homemade teddy bear. It is beaten and worn with age, and the stitches that hold it together and tearing from the strain. The red stiching that makes up the mouth is coming unraveled, one ear hangs slightly off of the head, and one solid black button eye is hanging limply on a single piece of thread.
Strangely, the girl stops sobbing as she stares at the demon prince and his wife. She reaches up and pulls gingerly on one of the robes of his sleeves.
"Excuse me misthter, I'm lost. How do I get bayck to my mommy?"
She speaks with a high-pitched, almost whiney voice, and as if her mouth were constantly full of spittle.
"What? What's that teddy?"
She holds the bear's aging mouth up to her head and nods a couple times.
"Uh huh, ya?"
She looks up at Sorcen and then her gaze switches to Aya.
"Teddy says you two are detes...destesiti...destestible!"
She finally pronounces it correctly with a ceratin pride
"What does 'detestible' mean?"
[b][color=green]Greetingssssssss chilllllld. What busssssinessss have you innn Helllllll?[/color][/b]
The devil lord reaches down and picks the child up and sets her on his knee, "Greetings child, to answer your question, detestible is not a very nice word, it means bad in a sense. That teddy of yours must be very special to say such a word as detestible, may I see him." The devil extends his hand non-threateningly and waits to see the girl's reaction.
She begins to say nervously
"what?"
She brings "teddy" to her ear again
"You want to him to hold you? Ok, but be reeeeeal careful with him mister, he's a special widdle bear."
she hands the bear over a little reluctantly. She seems unsure how to react to being without it, and she looks around, hugging herself. She looks sideways at Lval, never letting teddy out of her sight.
"Are...are you an angel? My mommy told me if I was bad I would go to hell."
Here her eyes puff up a little, without actually crying.
"But I've been realllllly good, honest I have."
She voices pleadingly.
*whirrrr*
*Hasty Grab*
"HAHAHA, The Poperatsi has struck again!!"
BIC: Sorcen gently takes the teddy and studies it, he turns his gentle smile back to the girl, "If you like, my dear, I can help your friend here with his injuries. I can have him looking good as new."
The archfiend flashes his eyes for just a moment as he studies the bear once again, detecting any magical properties that the item may have. He smiles and attempts to answer the girl's question to Llval,
"Yes dear, we are angels of a sort. You see, bad is only a word that people use to describe things they dont like. I bet if I gave you a glass of ale then you wouldnt like it, but if I gave a glass of it to the dwarf over there, then he would love it. So when your mother says you are bad, just remember that as long as you like it then you are doing good."
Sorcen studies the bear intently and notices a faint aura deep in the center of the bear. Upon close inspection, it appears to a needle and thread, with a permanent Make Whole spell cast upon it. Outside of that, the bear appears without any magical, psionic, or inherant qualities. Still, he gets a bad feeling about this bear. It's as if as Sorcen looks at it, he, the bear, is looking back ominously, staring into his soul. There is no logical reason as to why this bear should be anything more than what it is, but somehow it just doesn't feel...natural. A keen mind would also wonder how a bear with a permanent make whole spell stays in such poor shape.
"Its ok, I like teddy just the way he is. I guess that makes him good then, doesn't it?"
His gaze wavers back to the bear momentarily and intrique is apparent on his face. He turns to the girl once again, "So little one, what is your name and why have you blessed us with your presence?"
OOC: Hooray, I corrupt yet another child. :P
"My name's Elise. I really don't know why I'm here. The last thing I remember I was running through the woods from a bad, bad wolf. He was after the cakes my mommy had made for me."
She fishes around in one of her pockets and procures three "cakes."
"They're really good, do you want one?"
She holds out a cake.
"Anyways, he was getting real close, and I was scared. Teddy told me to run into the ring of mushrooms over there and he would keep me safe. The next thing I knew, I was here. I just want go home."
"My my my, how interesting. Well I can take you home but you have to do something first. You see it wouldnt at all be fair to the other people here if I just sent you wherever you wanted, because they have to pay for my services on such things. So I tell you what, if you think you will be able to fight in a match and beat your opponent then I will send you home. Can you do that for me Elise?"
OOC: If this isnt how you wanted the events to go to get her into a match then I can change it, just let me know what I need to do to get it teh way you envisioned it.
"I suppose I could do that, if teddy helped me. Nobody's stronger than teddy, he will keep me safe."
She looks into Sorcen's eyes, half-pleading simply with her gaze.
"But I won't have to kill anyone will I?"
OOC: Exellent, just about what I was thinking actually. P.S. is there a waiting list for the opening in thread 1?
BIC: Sorcen smiles innocently at the girl, "Of course teddy can help you, I wouldnt dream of seperating you two. And you only have to kill if you think you need to, remember what I said about it only being bad if you dont like it."
EDIT: Nope no waiting list yet, I've been offering the spot to a few people so if you'd like it then go ahead and take it. Just need to find yourself an opponent.
"Thank you, you're really nice Mr. uh...what is your name? Lemme know when I'm supposed to fight. Is there anywhere I can go to get away from all these..."
She looks around nervously, and rethinks her words
"...people?"
OOC edit: Alright, anyone want to try and beat up a harmless little girl?
OOC: As the major preponent of this theory, and a violent maniac, if no one else offers, I'll do it (Well, one of my crea...y'ken what I mean!)
As the armoured figure of the lord in iron and bone looks down at Elise, another skeleton steps forward, crouches down to her face, and whispers in her ear: "The masster, He ssayss 'Boo'."
Also Ank...sometime you need to fight me or Gareth with that girl. As we're some of the (generally acclaimed) top end RPers here (in which catagory I'd include you and Bahamut, and possibly one or two others), if you beat one of us Khael's theory will be completely correct, as you pretty much have to win on RP, or give her superpowers, which negates the point of the venture.
So, after your first fight...up for one?
Your guy has to be in the arena first for this character to work
Go us. :D
"If you would like young missy, I can take you to the Tavern Cycine. If I show up with you, everyone knows they are to leave you be."
Her eyes shift to Sorcen, "If she wishes me to go with her, I will personally tell Cycine to watch over her and contact one of us if something happens."
So here's hoping for the Stuffing Beat-down!
"Sure thing scary lady, I wanna to go see Cycine."
OOC: Ok, a lot of battle requests. One from Gideon, One from Khael, one from Memnath, and indirectly, Gareth. Wow. I don't know how to choose
Part of me wants Gideon, for the exact reason he posted; part of me wants khael, for the exact reason he posted; and part of me wants memnath because he's relatively new. Someone have an "Eeny Minee Minee Moe" program?
As to the teddy picture *shudder* I might use that later, but certainly wouldn't wish that on anybody. I swear, if that comes to me in a nightmare, Sorcen's finding a teddy bear hiding under his throne the next morning.
As for a "stuffing beatdown," you'll have to wait and see now won't you? Then again, it's no fun if one of the charecters that "move faster than the eye can follow" sever the poor girl in half on the first turn. So...use your imagination until mine comes into effect ;)
OH! I know. Everyone who wants a duel with me pick a number 1-100. Next morning, or sooner depending on how fast you move, I'll boot up vacuum elemental's die roller on wizards and use it to randomly select a number. The one who's closest wins a match! :D
Wow... That teddy bear is going to give me nightmares... It was funny when I first saw it, but now....
So don't feel so bad. I just happened to lurk at the correct time. :D
Anyway good idea Ank. Thats probably the fairest way to do it.
I'm just happy I wasnt within smacking range when Aya saw that thing.
Anyway good idea Ank. Thats probably the fairest way to do it.
LOL!
Thank you! Any takers?
p.s. I did in fact go through that logic in trying to decide where to put my number guess
OOC
I'd love to see that little girl fight Brisinaria. She's gotta be the only Nuetral Good character in the universe capable of not caring entirely about killing a little girl and her teddy bear.
Then again, Jaden would happily do it and likely teach her something in the process.
Then there's Endeca to consider. You don't know what the hell's going to happen with her, and neither does she.
And Gareth himself, with his (and I quote from Computer Gaming World) hippy bag of tricks and panchtulu oil. Between the dragon, the paladin powers, the death knight abilities, and the godlike control of frost, he's easily the most powerful of my active combatants.
Kyle Killigan isn't as dead as he should be, and will be coming back soon. Can you deal with a knife fighter who moves three times faster than sound?
Then again, I'm about to do a major plotline twist that's gonna make Gideon go "Dear God, WHAT MAKES HIM THINK THESE THINGS?"
Better get on that, actually.
Then again, Jaden would happily do it and likely teach her something in the process.
Then there's Endeca to consider. You don't know what the hell's going to happen with her, and neither does she.
And Gareth himself, with his (and I quote from Computer Gaming World) hippy bag of tricks and panchtulu oil. Between the dragon, the paladin powers, the death knight abilities, and the godlike control of frost, he's easily the most powerful of my active combatants.
Kyle Killigan isn't as dead as he should be, and will be coming back soon. Can you deal with a knife fighter who moves three times faster than sound?
Then again, I'm about to do a major plotline twist that's gonna make Gideon go "Dear God, WHAT MAKES HIM THINK THESE THINGS?"
Better get on that, actually.
"So. Here we are."
"Well? Fire the damn thing!"
"Patience, honey. You've gotta time these things right. Otherwise they just come right back. And this time I'm gonna make sure they don't.
"Tyrion, talk some sense into this madman, will you? Vamp's die in sunlight. Doesn't matter when. Right? Right."
OOC
In other news...WHAT THE HELL?
Now that that's out of my system...Gareth, the nexus is waiting for you whenever you have time/patience/an idea. But I can wait until you have the time again, so no rush. Just a little reminder.
Now that that's out of my system...Gareth, the nexus is waiting for you whenever you have time/patience/an idea. But I can wait until you have the time again, so no rush. Just a little reminder.
He raises his own crossbow, a bolt of blue-white fire ready to shoot.
"Let's end this once and for all! I'm going to make sure they DIE this time!!"
OOC
As Gideon said...
WHAT THE HELL?
WHAT THE HELL?
BIC:
As the vampires(and hunters) charge in, preparing to fight, another skeleton steps forth, blaring its trumpet at the two groups, before lowering it, "*Ahem*, You sstand on the groundss of the lord Ssorcen'ss arena, and thus you sshall abide by itss ruless: No fighting outsside of the arena, unless you want 'come-uppance'. Therefore either you all sign here and take it to the appropriate sspace, or you'll be desstroyed."
OOC: No, I don't really expect them to listen, but I just can't see an undead bureaucrat listening to that logic yet. It seems right for one to do that.
And the really scary thing? I think I remember when they sold stuff like that bear in shops. Minus the dribble, but with the teeth and claws.
OOC
Guys, the "alternative universe" they come from is Vampire: The Masquerade. These guys can't stand sunlight. They can stand it LESS than normal vamps. They ain't goin' nowhere unless it's dark.
Anyway nice probability predictions there Memnanth, I've always been interested in doing that as well but I'm no good at math so I have to do it differently than you did. I would have guessed 43 though.
Khael: Yeh I remember those bears as well, well there have been alot that come close to that over the years. A certain bear that you play tapes in comes to mind but his name escapes me, I tore the flesh off of mine when I was younger and I would move it whenever my brother looked away. I planted it on his bed one night and he woke up and ran to mama scared to death.
Also its cool for you to have the RPing here if you like but the new site was designed just for things like that. Either place is cool though.
Gideon, you gonna pick a number here?
Let's see what my lucky numbers are. This fortune cookie says that they're "13 13 666".
Huh.
I think I'll go with 13 then. It comes up twice.
*Rolls die*
A part of me hates your guts, another part of me smiles and laughs, and another part of me wishes I could do several battles (ya, if I lose i'm gonna have to do another one anyway, and if I win I may just bring her back anyway due to popular demand).
Either way, the winner is Memnath! Off by a mear 28!
Die Roll=95
Edit: Uh oh. The link's not working...
Oh Gareth, if you think that's good, you should keep searching around in the S*P archives. Look long enough and you'll find a modified treant. A red neck tree. Trust me, that thing would not be pleasant to encounter. Edit: and heres the URL http://www.somethingpositive.net/sp05042002.shtml
However, with that, whenever we have an arena and I can start, unless the little girl would like first move.
BIC: A small boy who looks about 11 years old bounds into the arena, followed by Septimus. Septimus finally catches up with him and stills him by putting his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Hello, everybody. I'm sorry for the disruption. This is, apperently, my apprentice from one year hence, Nick Brightstar. I seem to have sent him back in time to have a battle here, because I remembered him having a battle here. Don't ask me how that's possible."
Ah well.
And Gareth? That link was amazing. :D
IC:
"Enough of that. Let's give this a try. Inaya?"
Inaya looks sadly at the assembled vampires.
"Tyler, I'm truly sorry about this. It's to bad it couldn't have been otherwise, but you left me no choice.
Her hands flash up, arcane fire buring around them, branching outward to form a glimmering silver sphere around the vampires.
"Gideon! NOW!"
"Gotcha. One supernova coming up!"
He raises his bow and fires the arrow...straight through the shield. Light explodes inside the area, bright as the noonday sun, obscuring everything inside.
And then it begins to fade. Gideon blinks the spots from his eyes, trying in vain to see.
"Think we got 'em"
OOC
It makes me feel so warm inside to know that I can predict people's actions so well. Gideon, you have yet again played directly into my hands. Never go into politics.
OOC
I'd actually do well in politics. I'm good at manipulating people, if I so choose. But I can also sometimes (not often, but still) predict what you're aiming for. And sometimes I play into it :D
This was actually a combination of both. What I though you were headed for (more or less), and what Gideon would do. But glad it worked out. :D
This was actually a combination of both. What I though you were headed for (more or less), and what Gideon would do. But glad it worked out. :D
The change in his voice is profound.
"Let's put it this way. I don't like seeing innocent people getting hurt, and as far as I'm aware, those three are innocent. So let's go, get a drink or two, and talk things over. Or, we can keep fighting, and Sorcen here will obliterate us for annoying him. Your pick."
"He's right...we're a bit out of our league here. These devil lords could probably waste us all."
"...I suppose you're right. Lead on, whoever you are."
Kyle sheaths his knives, striding confidently towards the Taverne.
Since Gareth and Gideon took care of that opportune roleplaying moment (I can imagine the three characters chatting while Tyrion looks on dumbly), I think I'll sit back and watch the two of them go at it...
You can find the main site here.
And you can find an RP that's about to start up, run by a close friend of mine, here.
And the OOC for said RP here.
Have a blast, folks!
Just need to decide between three character ideas...not sure how any of them would fare.
One you know (if not very well): Emya Corizu
The others are either a Darfellan Harpooner (who is a lot of fun...might go with him), or one of those gliding monkey (always forget the name) things.
Thinking either Corizu or the Harpooner. :D
I just don't get how it meshes, is it meant to run like a book?.
Because if so, point #6 on those rules equals free XP. )
2) I have little to no experience of FR, outside of baldur's gate 1&2 and NWN. And several FR novels, that I won't comment on.(As oxymoronic as that last line sounded...)
3)Anything I touch turns either into a monologing expert/wizard type, even if its a demon-blooded giant of a warrior, or a psychopath. If you don't believe me, look up every RP i've ever done on these boards(As in WOTC forums). Okay...that doesn't actually prove the former exists...
Plus, you get RPs there that you just can't find on WotC. You can do anything, ANYTHING there so long as it doesn't break PG-13. Steampunk, Western, Fantasy, Anime, hell, I'm in two Naruto RPs and I'm running one of my own (full, sorry) in a setting of my own. You can find ANYTHING there, and if you can't, you can make it. That's why I'm urging people to join up.
Of course, then you run into the issue. Not every roleplayer is good on Gaia. There's a large amount of "Nonliterate" (stupid), and "Semi-Lit" (May have some good ideas, but didn't pay enough attention in English class) people on Gaia. It's just a price ya gotta pay sometimes. I'm hoping that, by getting you guys interested, we can show by example how good RP can be done.
Any further questions, please don't hesitate to ask. If you want to contact me on Gaia, my username is Brisinaria.
That and i'm usually of the mindset where I pervert any kind of tactic I can to my advantage (You've seen what I do with FMA's alchemy, a system where you need a sample of what your using to do anything. Now imagine what i'd be liable to do with no such limit, and no FoD.
You have no idea how boring I find FoD make things for me. Someday I will cast rapture of rupture or horrid wilting here!)
Also I suspect my preferance for fiend-bloods in RPs won't be viable.
And a
to whoever names the movie and the speaker.Rp with no FoD beyond 'there is no I win clause, 'cause we're all equally huge &%$£s'.
Just be prepared for people to backtrack, fast forward, and on the odd occasion turn into a swarm of scarabs and eat your arm from the inside out.
See, Khael, they do have FoD, but it goes by a different name. See, the WotC boards are actually the odd man out, so here's a little lesson in "RP Terms used by the rest of the world"
Godmodding (Verb) - The act of controlling another person's character without permission, often considered the most heinous act any roleplayer can commit.
2. (Verb) The creation of an "invincible" or "almighty" character that can never be beaten, or always having a conveinent excuse to the same effect.
Mary Sue (Noun, synonym Gary Stu) - A character that can do anything, anytime, in any situation. Closely related to Godmodding, this species is becoming rarer as honest RPers kill it on sight.
Hell, this official godmodding rule makes RPing an half-fiend by its rules viable again (Seriously check how many of of its offensive spell-likes are FoD violations... and how many work under godmodding, destruction not counted of course for obvious reasons) and, yes, as you can see, I like half-fiends, the terms winged, spell-hurling, demon-monster, I like.
And someday I will hunt down the idiot who named that so badly. And then let people RP in fantasy or similar.
And lastly... i'm looking at this Gaia thing... Is there an explanation for why you appear to be making a naked little man? Beyond it being your avatar I mean, since I seriously can't find any FAQ or similar. Is this an attempt at an intelligence test? or do you hav eto go earn in-game money to buy clothes or similar in a grown-up version of neopets?
Man, I'd happily trade out the sudden dodges we can all do for being able to nail someone with a spell again. (To clarify: your 'godmodding' thing is far better to mine eyes, than the FoD. Controlling another character is one thing, by under godmodding rule law, I can nail someone with horrid wilting(according to the rules, horrid wilting is an FoD violation as it [pretty much always hits, due to not targeting. By godmodding, where you just can't control them...))
Hell, this official godmodding rule makes RPing an half-fiend by its rules viable again (Seriously check how many of of its offensive spell-likes are FoD violations... and how many work under godmodding, destruction not counted of course for obvious reasons) and, yes, as you can see, I like half-fiends, the terms winged, spell-hurling, demon-monster, I like.
And someday I will hunt down the idiot who named that so badly. And then let people RP in fantasy or similar.
And lastly... i'm looking at this Gaia thing... Is there an explanation for why you appear to be making a naked little man? Beyond it being your avatar I mean, since I seriously can't find any FAQ or similar. Is this an attempt at an intelligence test? or do you hav eto go earn in-game money to buy clothes or similar in a grown-up version of neopets?
Man, that's hilarious. Your avatar isn't going to be naked for long - shortly after joining, you get to do a newbie quest to get an assload of clothing, and I can spot you a few thousand gold if you don't like your outfit. The whole thing with Gaia is that it's supposed to be a community, which more or less means its a bunch of individuals trying to outdo each other. People do competitions for who has the most badass avatar, the best house, that kinda thing. Plus, when you start editing your profile, there's a whole 'nother world of "This is me, and if you don't like it, too bad."
And you earn in-game money for doing anything. ANYTHING. Surfing the site, posting, hell, you get it for commenting on people's profiles. And that's BEFORE you decide to sell things you own. Making money is EASY there.
And Gaia IS a giant grown up Neopets then... least neopets as I 'member years back. I remember the stupidest bit there was the terribly one-sided fights, you either spent hours buying the best gear and levelled the opponent or got piledriver'd into the ground.
And I see no-one took me up on a FoD Vs Godmod rule argument... smart guys.
And for anyone wondering how the guys below noticed that, remember they're undead. And bureaucrats.
Also imagine one of those guys as a zombie, trying to say 'sausages'.
BIC:
At the arena, one of the undead heralds, bearing a large open ledger in its arms, as marches to its devil superiors:
"My lordss, Ass per my normal dutiess, the arena sstaff have been counted and sseveral are misssing from duty. As you know the arenass wardingss sshould be ssecure againsst any outsside interference and no ssuch guardingss have been releassed. Hence, it may be the reasson is a guesst already pressent.
That iss all," as it turns on one bony heel, to leave.
As to vision, treat her just like a normal little girl, see can't see anything hidden beyond her own two hands in that cloud. "Teddy," on the other hand, you should think of as a divining adviser-in-chief. And so although Elise has no real insight herself, "teddy" may know a little something
"What? Only one is real?"
like that.
Now, about your post. I tend to think of myself as having an excessively exuberant vocabulary, but even so I can't make heads or tails out of that last post. Is that supposed to be the sound of glass shattering or a sonic attack/deafness? Did Dia (the deerskin mocassins) sneak up from behind and hit her? I'm sorry, but I'm lost!!
"You'd best make peace with your dear and fluffy lord.
And a
The movie? Serenity
Speaker? Mal.
Have a
http://www.commissionedcomic.com/index.php?strip=724
It's... an interesting idea to say the least.
And I don't recall santa stats... probably a good thing.
Or how a large creature stays on a 5 foot square with a reach of 10'?
Thank god I'm almost done with that whole thing. Only one more :D
It was the best time of my life.
There were over two hundred fighters there, from Eryndor, the Free Nations, the Outlanders, Mirkwood, and even Rome. The main event was a large battle between the Alliance of Eryndor and the Black Orcs. It was an hour of intense fighting to control the hill, but the Alliance won out. And while I may be a low-end average fighter at best, I did my part. One of the heroes of the Alliance, Darus, had been wounded and couldn't walk on his own. I was his legs, his swords, his shield. I retrieved arrows for him from between lines of fierce fighting between the sides to keep his deadly barrage going. I may not have killed many Black Orcs, but I did my part.
At the end of each Eryndor event, a legendary weapon is given to a fighter of 'special merit'. This event's weapon was the Sunblade, a dagger which destroys evil by its mere touch. I was honored - and very surprised - to recieve the weapon over all the other fighters there.
It has been a very, very good day.
Expect a full-on character with backstory, including involvement in that battle, soon :D
Khael: If no editing is required, we may need to borrow you for a little bit more.
Khael, by the way, in your terrain post theres a typo that's kind of bugging me. You left out a "G" in gorges, so each time I read it I keep trying to figure out how orgies work into the arena.
And Khael, nevermind, Memnath took care of it for you (poor pixie).
I've posted.
"Help! Help! We're surrounded by orgies, and they've killed Frank!"
And yes, odd though it may seem, I have seen that mispelled that way. :D
Your response totally threw what I was going to do out the window (yes, I am fond of double entendres). So, I improvised a little (or maybe a lot).
Okay, I'm done now.
Hey, speaking of shooting stuff, I had my first paintball match today. Augh, my body hurts everywhere! One of my freinds hit me on the inside of my thigh (a little close to my valubles), and another guy hit me a dozen times at point blank range with an automatic gun. Then it rained, and between my foggy face mask and the rain, I was practically blind. So I was the meatshield! Ooh, but I have welts everywhere now...
By far the two moments I can remember of are these:
Paintball dueling, where two of my friends each got a paintball gun, and 100 shots. Only one of them when to the toilet, so we laoded the other guy's gun fully.
And thus it was after a minute or so, one gun was empty while the other was still firing. First time I've ever seen someone guard the valubles with his gun. And this was in front of everyone mind you, since it was a duel.
And the second? Capture the flag. Everyone shooting. While one sod runs in a complete circuit, untouched, grabbed the other teams flag and wins. Closest I got to being shot was the return run by my own team. THAT was annoying.
And i've fixed the orgies. So the little girl doesn't have to go visit a G-rated event. (Though Dia tossing her in might have been an interesting attack... warping her little mind with shoe removal?!? The dastardly cad!)
Now, I'll need to figure out how to work that cookie into my sig...
Unless, of course, you're making up this "holiday" as a means of avoiding our terrible wrath.
I'm onto your little trick.
:D :P
-Gideon.
...still trying to work that cookie into my sig.
-Gideon
And LostMage...probably not. Nice try though :D
Oh, and someone is going to have to explain FoD. I invoke the mighty process of "Not it". Not it!
I'd explain FoD if you'd like, by the way.
Gideon Gideonson: Helping new players since...well...uh...been about, what? About a year since this started...took a while for me to get any good at it...uh...maybe three months? :D
Plus, if she a friend of yours from Gaia, she's probably already knows what she's doing. It shouldn't be hard at all to bring her up to speed on the little bit she doesn't already know :D
Plus, if she a friend of yours from Gaia, she's probably already knows what she's doing. It should be to hard to bring her up to speed on the little bit she doesn't already know.
Well, if you think it'll be THAT hard, you don't have to do it :P
Thanks Gid. I'm in a bad mood right now after having THE WORST DAY OF MY THRICE-DAMNED LIFE, so I REALLY didn't feel up to explaining FoD.
Anyway, happy to oblige.
And I'm in a conundrum. Half of me wants to feel sorry for you, the other half wants to laugh (for the express purpose of making you angry, and thus eloquent, thereby increasing the number of excellent posts). However, I've been having a bad week myself, so my good side wins out.
Plus, I'm not really that big a bastard.
In all seriousness though...Hope the day gets better, and I'll have that FoD stuff up soon :D
-Gideon
NOTE: Please don't take offense at this. It's all in jest, and I seriously hope the rest of your day goes much smoother.
What type of Fae are you?
Lord_Gareth said I should say things I want you to know. Okay, first, I like being called Cheese, all because that's part of my nickname on Gaia. Even though I hate the food Cheese. I'm just weird I guess. I like to being random at times, so if I suddenly shout something random, I'm sorry! That's just how I roll. I can't believe I just typed that.
So, that's pretty much it. I'm 14, and loving it.That's about it for me.
But I will rebel against both the establishment and the rebellion! DO YOU HEAR ME???
heh...got carried away.
YAY!
She's here, she's here, she's HERE! Yes! I've finally gotten someone to here from Gaia, as well as a pair of people from here TO Gaia! I'm broadening the roleplaying community! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!
This is gonna be GREAT!
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!
I'm Gideon, obviously, and you may see me around Gaia sometimes (probably not, but it's possible). We're a pretty easy going bunch, so you should fit in pretty fast. If there's anything we can do to help, ask away.
Anyway...here's the stuff on Freedom of Destiny:
Freedom of Destiny
1. Freedom of Destiny. This is often the hardest concept for anyone, new or old, to deal with, and breaking it can be done easily and unintentionally. For example, one of my characters, Valoran Galastini, has an imposing presence due to a high degree of personal magnetism and soul-searing evil. When I had him enter a scene, one of the lines was, "...and deep in your soul, you shudder in fear." This may not look like a breach of Freedom of Destiny, but, in fact, it is. Actions and impressions must be left open to the interpretations of other players and their characters. In combat, this means no auto-hits, no annihilation effects (that SO violates FoD), and allowing a foe the ability to counter or even interrupt your attack. Look at the Kyle vs. Nobunga fight in Sorcen's Baator (second IC thread) for a good example of combat FoD.
So basically, to summarize:
Freedom of Destiny (or FoD, as we call it), is a way of making sure no single character, as Gareth would say, “wafflestomps” the rest. Basically, it helps block some of the worst aspects of god-moding.
To comply with FoD, leave your attacks and actions fairly open ended, so the opponent can weasel out of them if desired. For example: This complies with FoD
He points his guns at Harmon and starts unloading the clips at the unfortunate elf.
While this does not:
Dashing past Harmond, Bob leads his scythe in a blurring routine of spinning metal and burning elctricty. It slices Tyler's arm before he can leap away, and he is catapulted across the arena. Whirling back to Inaya, he casts another spell and traps her and the dagger inside a pale blue bubble.
However, we are slightly lax about this rule, so things like Bahamut’s usually slide by. However, something like this:
The blast of energy hits Gideon, ripping through his body and grinding his bones to dust. His broken, useless body falls slowly to the arena floor.
Is not allowed, unless it’s your own character or you arranged it beforehand with the victim.
Of course, there are always exceptions. Caben Duur, a character of mine, tends to break FoD a little, but if you play on that narrow edge you must be willing to go and edit anything that your opponent feels is over the top.
That’s pretty much it. Any questions? If so, most of us are more than happy to answer any that come up. In fact, I've never seen a question go unanswered on this thread. We're nice like that :D
And Gareth? Nice work there. I must say, Gaia is a lot of fun (especially with the two characters I recently created for two of the games there...some of them might appear here sometimes :schemes
, and it's always great to have people here! Kudos to you!
-Gideon
I can't get use to calling 'Bri' Lord_Gareth. I must call her Bri. Such a bad habit for myself. But anyway, Thanks Gideon.
Okay, so how do I get Icons by my name? I feel so noobish for asking.
Okay. First, the avatar. Sadly, you're limited to what WotC included in their image selections. Up towards the top of the thread, just below the bar saying where you are, should be a bunch of black titles. One should say "My Account."
Click on it. Move the cursor down to "My Profile Information" and click again.
On the side, there will be a bar labeled "Control Panel" In the top section ("Settings and Options"), will be a link marked "My Avatar." Click that. It should open a large list of potential avatar images to choose from, with a drop-down menu for more choices. Just find one you like.
As to getting into the RP, it's pretty damn easy. Just post your character here and in the character roster, and either wait for a battle or drop in the Tavern. I'm on at the moment, and have a whole host of characters at my beck and call (and another host lurking within the depths of my mind), so I'd be willing to do a practice match against you (in the Training Room thread) as an introduction, or simply bring a chatty character into the bar for you.
Other than that, it's really simple. Some people stick around just for the battles while others (like Gareth/Bri and myself) go in for the heavy RP style. It's up to you :D
-Gideon
Huh...ninja-ed! That's what I get for writing tomes :D
And don't worry Cheese, you'll get to meet the character Brisinaria, and her two knives, Fang and Claw. There's been a lot of versions of her, and each time I name the knives different. They go as follows -
Original - Wrath and Ruin
2.0 - Tooth and Nail
3.0 - Right and Left
4.0 - Blood and Fury
5.0 - Fang and Claw
6.0 - Mind and Matter
Thanks Gideon. I think I'll do fine here soon. :D I have so much on my mind.
Edit: Sorry Memnanth. Didn't see your post. That's how tired I am. Thanks.
Having read Gideon's explanation of the FoD, I feel I also should point out this oft-ignored section of the FoD (Yeahhh.... I forgot to add: resident ********ish *******):
'It also however means any kind of arena-spanning or even area of effect moves is technically illegal as they come under auto-hits regardless of whether or not you intended it thus.' This doesn't count distanced moves where dodgings work, but stuff like blasphemy... You can't dodge so come under auto hits.
In other words never play a by-the-rules half-fiend, you'll be badly sold out on some of its best SLAs
Yup everyone, thats why I fired out at the FoD previously...
And Gareth? If the words 'Squee!' or any similar should come in at this point, rest assured I'll figure out a way to make your computer put you out of the misery.
Heaven and Hell
Fact and Fiction
Night and Day
Gin and Tonic (or Djinn and Tonic, if you prefer :D)
Rice and Dumplings (THAT RIGHT, KNAVE! BOW BEFORE THE POWER OF RICE AND DUMPLINGS!)
Sorry. It had to be said. :D
And Khael...that's why the FoD are, to quote a certain pirate movie, "More sort of Guidelines than actual rules."
At least to us.
And Khael?
SQUEEEEEEEEE!
Oh...and Gareth? That SQUEEEEEEEE! settles it. I'm sending you the Amish Computer Virus.
http://www.geocities.com/ResearchTriangle/Lab/4199/virus.html?200710
YAY! SQUEE! I'LL SQUEE TOO!
And i'll get to animating your computer via internet soo, I promise.
And apparently i'm a dark elf, but I'm a bit miffed, the changeling seems to describe me a little better... I suspect changling'd dark elf going by the mythology...
What type of Fae are you?
And that virus is made of pure win. Luckily my cynical ******* firewall is updated to repel it's honur attack.
Llval looks up distainfully from his seat at the judges stand. Fetid green smoke curls from his mouth as he speaks in a low, sibalant tone.
[b][color=green]The next perrrrrrrson to Ssssssssssqueeeeeeeeeee willll be deallllllt with mossssst sssssseverlllllly. You have beeeeeeeen warrrrrrrned.[/color][/b]
And I'm not on Monster! I'm just THAT EXCITED! IMAGINE ME THIS EXCITED, AND THEN ADD MONSTER! IT'S SCARY TO THINK ABOUT!
Anyway, I had this idea. What if we PUT A SORCEN'S BAATOR ON GAIA?
My other idea is to get a big battle royale going between all the dragons we've been given for joining. Okay, so I cheated and named mine (and designed mine) after one that already exists, but so what? Crap, I just admitted that.
KOVALIASTRAZ, ATTACK!
Been FOREVER since I got to say that!
*white dragon eats the witnesses*
And I must say...that idea does have a certain appeal. Something similiar, at any rate, as those forums are more crowded. The only problem then is the lack of an easily searched forum like MotP. Plus, the fact that we're all here already. :D
Not a bad idea though. If you had planned on doing something like that, let me know. I'd gladly assist in that venture (while still taking part in this one, of course!)
In other words if the caster can see you, you can't disrupt it, and you can't shift out of plane, you'll get rather thirsty vvveryyyy quickly.
Then theres AftS. 170 miles+ range.
Then theres blasphemy, and its ilk, Dance of ruin, whirlwind (I like whirlwind of teeth, especially sudden widened, sudden empowered ones. 400ft radius that moves.) the list goes on.
And those are just the ones I really like the names or effects of.
Holy... I've missed a conversation. But I'm afraid i'm not certain how we could tranplant this to Gaia, since... we do lay out a bit, so that'd be what? At least two threads, three if characters get put there, not here (the other two: OOC/IC).
As for dragons Gideon, i'm afraid that the as yet unseen dragon dragon I presumedly got here, is rather... *ahem*warped.
And yes, there is a subtle connection to a certain soon-to-be pirate.
And forgettin your password? Ouch. That's a bummer.
Edit: Or...not?
-Gideon
This is exactly why I suspect magic doesn't work in roleplay while sticking to the rules (Trust me I'm getting ready to run the godmod rant soon.)
It doesn't matter if you can or can't cast a rule-based spell by the way, its how offensive magics work in this setting.
He then drank two large Monster Khaos cans.
And I tend to look on it not as 'hasn't been too bad' as no-ones too much of an **** to exploit it yet, or if they do its two-way.
....
Yeah, did sound like you were asking for that.
To quote Fuzzy on this: "What have I told you about using obvious lead-in phrases like that?"
How dare you! (this is humor, it doesn't translate well online, but there ya go)Welcome to our newest member, I myself just joined Gaia, although it was a friends who made me do it, not necessarily Gareth. I'm completely lost over there, but I might see one of you guys. Where was that thread you wanted us to join Gareth?
Memnath, be there in a sec, I've been a little busy, but an awesome idea came to me in my sleep last night (yes...another fantastic idea delivered in a dream-like state happy day! Perhaps if I drink a monster just before bed...) to use on you when the chance arrives, most probably the next time Elise takes damage.
As to the dragon battle, I like it. It sounds like the dragon competition that wizards hosted, but only for an elite group of individuals. Although my dragon already has a say in the arena, despite the fact that Gareth's haphazard, yes I said it, posting habits are having on her. She's been suspended in thin air from a couple of weeks now. What kind of magic did Sorcen put it that room anyway!? I've got an awesome idea for another dragon if we follow through.
And thats as far as I've gottenin catching up, and will probably be for today, as I've got a lot to do. I think I may have actually overextended my roleplaying capability
.And the IC thread,
http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=25465483&page=1
Guess who I am...
By the way, I'm Brisinaria there. Make sure you mention that you're a friend of mine :D
It's a wide question.
Still, that game is going interesting places. For once, Gareth, it appears that we may end up on opposing sides (if that guy ever responds, that is :D)
Stuff like this happens on this thread all the time. The in-game stuff takes place elsewhere. And this thread can get kinda confusing sometimes. :D
But Khael...when was the last time you saw a named spell on these threads? It's been a while...quite a while.
I object! Sorry, reading up on your activities lately. I used named spells a near two months ago! (err...well...I suppose that could be considered a long time ago.)
And perhaps I need to restate what I said earlier. Gideon, my roleplaying talents have no limit. However, a certain factor known as time does happen to limit how much roleplaying I can accomplish. That help?;)
And I feel I should ask, is that a caribbean-styled accent to him, or jar-jar binks isn't dead yet?
And yeah: We have this OOC thread, and two IC threads, for normal combats, with judged or predecided endings.
Then we have a tavern thread, where characters can go get development to them, be it by getting drunk and telling anyone'll listen their feeling and purpose or whatever (I use it for nine bizarre nutcases).
And then we have the training thread, where characters can just work up a sweat, wheres there no real purpose but fun or practice (for the characters I mean. And sometimes maybe the players, though if they weren't playing for fun to start off...)
Aw check out this: http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?t=785950 It's a thread, compiled by our very own Gareth (or Bris), listing loadsa tips for playing usage, and identifying the threads affiliated with the Sorcen battle royale.
Also, it's a bit of both. I'm not really sure. I know what it should sound like, and try to get as close as possible. But it's not really where I'd want it to be.
First and foremost, welcome to our new member Laetitia, heres your
smiley for joining. Most people put those things in their signatures but you can do what you like with it. As well as looking at the thread that Khael linked you too, you should also check out the first page of this thread for some links and information. The first page should also help you to figure out what we are doing here exactly. Gareth: The dragon battle sounds cool, the WoTC Dragon Competition was actually what drew me into joining this site in the first place. So yeh I'm onboard for a battle of dragons eventually.
I tried to remember what to address in this post, let me know if I forgot anything.
Otherwise, you're up to date :D
Thats fine, Laetitia, everybody has things to do other than this so its understandable if you need to go away for a little while.
Ok, rant over.
Anyways, hope you have fun at the Baator.
Oh. And, this is just a general question, but, how do you pronoucne 'Baator'? I've always thought it'd be said "Bah-ah-tor", with two 'a' sounds ('cause, there are two of 'em after all) but I'm starting to believe that you say it "Bah-tor", with only one 'a' sound. Does anyone know/care?
Ya' see, the two other people I game with usually DM in turns, and they run adventures in the style of 'kill everything,' (which is fine) 'with the exception of the people who set you on this quest' (whom are usually silly) 'and then forget that this whole thing ever happened.' (there's no continuity between adventures... ever).
Sorry, just ranting, I geuss.
Oh, and Sorcen, does K'Teeb count against my 3 character limit?
Anyway: Wow. That's excellent, I love the details. I suppose the artist is a friend of yours?
Anyway, hello Laetitia and welcome. It's always nice to have new people playing.
*Gasp* I'm on Gideon's list of Bad Examples of Roleplaying? NOOO!! MY WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!!! And I though Gideon siad I was a good roleplayer too
Also, nice pictures Gareth. I especially like the one of Lord Gareth. He has an air of "I'm about to kick your ***!" about him.
Ank: I was annoyed at having to read through several pages of (nearly) meaningless jibber-jabber that was 70% Gideon as well. I usually skim over the posts, looking for important words or phrases and never really read them unless something interests me.
Oh, and the stuff about Gideon was a joke. Just making sure.
Personally, I don't mind. It is, however, against the FoD as it stands. But since we use a slightly skewed FoD here, it was fine. And you are on my list of good RPers, even after that :P
Besides...I ran Caben Duur. That's a case of the pot calling the kettle black. :D
-Gideon
...and I was going to say something else, but now I've forgotten it!
EDIT: Oh, now I remember!
Does anyone else think "Indeed" is a really cool word? It has a place in lots of situations. I can think of a few where it wouldn't, but we won't go there.
Oh, and I did the fairy thing:
Why are we all the same?!
What type of Fae are you?
Edit: I did the fairy thing, an' I'm just a plain elf. But, I didn't link it... darn.
I think 'Indeed' isn't a cool word, but a dramatic one (which makes it cool, I now that I think about it). Y'know, you've got your evil mastermind, and he steeples his fingers and says over them "Indeed, minion. The world is mine for the taking.:evillaugh "
Indeed!
:P :D
Not usually. Tonight was really unusual. I'm not sure why.
Wow, look at all the people! Is it always this busy on weeknights? (If it has, I've been missing out)
Indeed!
:P :D
Oh, wow. So that's what that little + button does. Wouldja look at that?
Edit: y'know what'd be a fun (yet pointless) game? Using the + button to re-order other people's posts in a cohesive (and hopefully comical) whole! Or, at least, if you were terribly, terribly bored, it'd be fun.
Bait-or
as in 'To bait or not to bait the hook, what a silly question.'
but kind of running together.
Things are going quite well today, and I think I know the reason. Gareth was exited by the arrival of Laetitia, which got him and her talking, and then, quite simple, Gideon joined the mix. Now Gideon and Gareth get involved in an exchange, with commentary by Khael and others, and its a nonstop trainwreck scenario. Great to see the thread moving though. Makes me wonder if there is a limit to how many pages a thread can hold.
(seriously, I don't think there is, but I'd geuss it'd cap at 99 pages, since that's the conventional 'your inventory is full at this number' number.
With regards to Baator, I've done that before: when I read a word I haven't heard out loud, sometimes (for reasons unkown to me) I'll jump to the wrong pronunciation. Not that you're pronouncing it wrong, just saying in general (it's a made up word for a fictional plane: can there be a right or wrong way to say it?)
Totally chaning the subject now...
Another word I like is "pah". To me it just seems to evil... :evillaugh... perfect for my evil characters. So they all have a tendency to say, "pah!".
Nice job! Another convert!
Late at night? It's only 9 Pm where I live.
And for the record I pronounce Baator: "Bharl-tor. But then I'm the guy who pronounces tarrasque: "Tar-rass-que. Apparently the actual way is: "Tar-rasce or similar, since the word is french. I blame starcraft. And following the English pronounciation conventions (The one that pronounces 'Ypres'="Wipers").
Bahamut: Join us, join us. Attack zombies, make him one of us.
*Horde of zombies wades slowly toward the dragon lord, all the while they say over and over again, "Join us, join us"*.
Also, I tried taking that fairie test but it would not load for some reason. I remember taking a similar test a few months ago (might have even been the same one?) which informed me I was the kind of fey which kidnaps babies from the cradle and then uses magic to disguise itself as the missing child, so that the parents never find out they're bringing up a malevolent spirit and not their cute toddler.
...but really, I'm a nice guy. Honest :P
I took a brief look around Gaia, but my first impression is that there are too many cute anime figures for me. Note that this is based on a 30-second analysis of one page so if there really isn't that much around feel free to correct me.
Here it is, for those interested.
http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=25793151
I changed the timeline a bit to allow for the differences between the forums, so it may seem kinda different. Still...
And, if I do say so myself, it has a pretty damn cool image on the front :D
Laetitia, its not a problem, you dont have to apologize so much for it. I come up with characters rather quickly most the time, I just have to be in a creative mood.
Any chance I could get the link to the other other Baator boards? I know Gideon posted it somewhere in this thread, but I'm not quite prepared to sift through the last 20 pages or so looking.
What type of Fae are you?
1) Drive you mad
or
2)Drive you to produce ever more psychopathic RP characters.
I still wonder what the point of producing cute little figures is, when you can't go to either extreme: No 'Hello Cthulhu'. How can you call anything lacking that cute?
And I find it both worrying, and enjoyable that the most non-emo badass garb I've found as yet there, makes your avatar look like a HTR-monster. Seriously.
Is that a subtle message I ask you?
I'm done now.
edit: 'k, I took that Fey test a second time and got this:
What type of Fae are you?
Then, I took it and answered all the questions with the complete opposite of what I would put, and thus found my anti-fey: a dark elf. Go figure.
Well, now that I think about, Kyyt is relatively free now that his opponent is no longer with us and has been removed from the waiting list. Oh, and to Gideon and Gareth
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I didn't expect you guys to go over to Trin, the two charecters are completely different, but I have a bad habit of recyclining names.
What type of Fae are you?
God, this is so true...
Turns out, I'm a Nymph. Hmm...that puts me in with Lord Gareth.
Well, gee thanks for seeing that I'm a nymph, too! (just kidding, of course :D )
Me, I'd like to see Sidhe, but I think that's more of a catch-all term for fairy.
edit: Irish notes? Mind if I ask from where?
Kaizer: I've noticed you looking in on the arena every once in awhile. Some things have changed and you may have some stuff to catch up on but you're welcome to join back in any time you like.
Find your Celestial Choir
I have NO IDEA how I got that one...and yet, a little voice in my head says it fits. It's calling itself my conscience, and it says it's the reason I keep doing nice things for total strangers and not slaughtering my enemies in a bloodbath of pain and fury that would get me put down in World History textbooks for years to come.
Find your Celestial Choir
Clearly then Gareth, i'm going to be remembered for that act.
And how many of these tests does that site have?!
http://www.bbspot.com/News/2003/01/os_quiz.php
And this test is actually quite accurate :D
Find your Celestial Choir
By the way, I tested as an Anti-Hero
Also...eh, nevermind. I won't rush you. :D
Find your Celestial Choir
http://onnachance.com/quiz/sv.php
And it's Vegita, not Vejita (at least that's the way I remember it). I'm embarrassed to say that, but it's true. I used to be a huge fan of DBZ; I had stacks of DBZ comic books. But I outgrew it and sold them all for a small fortune to another person on Ebay. Muahahah!
What celestial choir do you resonate?
yep! except for the unpredictable mood part??
wonders off to ponder?
The tests look interesting but I usually take the results too seriously and think into them way too much so I refrain from those things now.
Sorry about being gone so long, but some stuff was happening in my life that I didn't want you guys to receive the backlash from. Love, heartbreak, rejection...all for the first time. I wasn't safe to be near for awhile. Completely and totally unstable, to the point where I had an entire Spanish class giving me scared looks and edging desks away. I'll post as soon as I can.
NO ONE!
By the way does anyone know the answer to my question here?
I've had rough days too, so don't feel too bad. But my problems had to do with a different emotion: anger. For a long time I've had big problems controlling my anger. Bug me too much, and I would explode in your face in a tirade and then probably hurt you. Little things could set me off, but mostly it was my older sister. She would tease or boss me around constantly, so most of my emotional eruptions were aimed at her. I've had my parents scared a couple times, and some of my friends actually left the room I was in when I got mad. I was so mad once, I smashed a family heirloom (a large glass cabinet) into kindling. Parents weren't too happy with that one... But I've learned to control it now, for the most part. I think the last time I blew up was when I told a friend not to mess with my personal stuff, and he did anyway. I made him bleed that time...
Anyway Gareth...sorry bout all the stuff going on. We all have those problems sometimes (well...except my one friend...lucky bastard), but it usually nothing permenant. Life'll be back on track soon (geez...I'm sounding like Coin here...).
Anyway, take your time. We look forward to having you back whenever.
There was a baseball bat in the room. I still think of his screams whenever I need to cheer up. My dad walked into the house moments before I was going to finish the job and pulled me off of him. There was court, and a few other things, but I sucessfully pleaded temporary insanity and got off with only two years straight of hardcore grounding.
When I say there will be blood for something, I mean it.
Anyway, grim subjects aside, let's talk about something happy. I won a Halo 2 tournament on Saturday! It was strange, since I'm normally not that good, but I wasted everyone there and got $100 and two free games of my choice for Xbox! (too bad the games couldn't be for the Wii...)
Rage Story
When I was about 12-14 a friend of mine was picking on my cousin pretty badly and I just snapped and blacked out and ended up throwing around my friend's two, well-muscled and much larger than me, brothers when they tried to hold me down and simultaneously holding my friend in my teeth by the skin of his back and slinging him around. Finally I threw him away to roll across the yard at the busstop and woke up from my blacking out, it wasnt until almost a year later after much meditation on the event that I remembered the details of it. I've since learned to control rage and tap into it as needed, alhough it has been awhile since I've properly trained those abilities, laziness is a bad habit.
EDIT: I think if I would have tasted his blood that day then I wouldnt have stopped until I had feasted on his flesh moreso then I had already done and his brothers would have been next. Anyway, moral of the story, teach yourself to control your anger and pick your fights carefully. With your anger under control then you will be have a valuable tool to utilize in your fighting and you can release it completely if ever you need to. I am still very protective over anyone I consider family, even from other family (stepdad), but I am not so animalistic and rageful about it, unless I need to be.
EDIT: I think if I would have tasted his blood that day then I wouldnt have stopped until I had feasted on his flesh moreso then I had already done and his brothers would have been next. Anyway, moral of the story, teach yourself to control your anger and pick your fights carefully. With your anger under control then you will be have a valuable tool to utilize in your fighting and you can release it completely if ever you need to. I am still very protective over anyone I consider family, even from other family (stepdad), but I am not so animalistic and rageful about it, unless I need to be.
Edit: Oh, and Sevifor is currently engaged in the Tournament Thread going for the first ever Battle Royal Title! If you finish early, a vampiric cheerleader would be good. lol.
I wouldn't want to deny myself the pleasure of feeling the shudders of their screaming through my bare hands.
Ank, you want to know why we're both Nymphs and opposite ends of the Good/Evil spectrum? Because I hate humanity. Every last strand of DNA, every little molecule in anything that calls itself human is the target of my ire. I hate my enemies, my aquantiences, my friends, my family, everyone I have ever met in any fashion. It is my honest dream to watch this wretched world burn.
And if ya'll want to ask WHY that is, be ready, because the answer isn't pleasant.
EDIT: Blast you Gideon, I was trying to get that post number. :P
And oddly enough, I was aiming for 2222 and completely missed getting it! Odd, that. :D
Changing the subject to something more lighthearted (sorta), hows about a Question of the Day?
If you were to die an epic death in a movie, how would you want to go out? (preferably if you were the protagonist, but whichever one works)
Changing the subject to something more lighthearted (sorta), hows about a Question of the Day?
If you were to die an epic death in a movie, how would you want to go out? (preferably if you were the protagonist, but whichever one works)
Boromir-style. Nuff said.
I know of the historical Dracula hunter/enemy. The anime book thingy (manga I believe is the word). And the movie. And I'm quite certain there are other mentions of the word Helsing that are slipping my mind at the moment.
Anyway, here's another question, 'cause I like seeing your answers: If you could pick one magic item to have in real life from the D&D universe, which one would it be? (If you pick one that isn't from the DMG, please post a short description for me, seeing as I haven't got many books other than the core ones)
Ring of Three Wishes.
A wish spell allows you to create an item of up to 25,000gp per wish. Thus, I can get three magical items. MUAHAHAHAHA.
I'd have to think about what items I'd create though. probably an idol of the dragon for starters (like figurine of wonderous power exept a dragon).
Item wise...tough choice. I'm not sure. I'll have to think on that one.
Luck Blade
Up to three wishes, a re-roll once a day, AND it's a magic sword! HAH!
Can't believe I missed that.
D'oh.
Gideon Gideonson, Artificer Extraordinare, requests that he be granted the Thought Bottle as his single item.
Heh...all you guys with rings and whatnot of wishes? Yeah...those don't cost me XP to make anymore. And I'm an artificer.
Silly little loopholes :D
Failing that, a Tome of Clear Thougt +5.
(and if you can, I take it back! Make me some items ASAP!!!)
Edit: wish one: Cloak of Mysterious Emergence (dragon magic). among other things, 1/day allows teleportation of 180 miles. Costs a meer 13,000gp
But I have to say, the ring of three wishes or any of the tomes or manual +5 are nifty.
Infinite wishes by proxy... And your own private army... The fact by technicality I'd also be a godlike being is pretty good.
Hell, you said it didn't have to be a DMG item, you said item. If I chose one that doesn't exist because no DM is that stupid...
But I think I win.
As Ank was trying to say. This would set precedent for DnD magic in this world and then I would hoard it greedily.
...emerald that contains a multiverse within it so that I could be god of that multiverse. Basically it means I could transport myself between that multiverse and this one at will and control every aspect of that other one and if I owned the multiverse enough and played god over there enough then I would slowly bring the powers back with me.
Would you though? Be a god there, I mean... If its full multiverse then in theory they would have no idea you exist, and should you enter and try to rule you would be at great risk... since 1) you're not actually a god there
2) We don't know the concept of the multiverse itself, but on they assumption they have god, those gods+followers trump a single being even if it was an archfiend, particularly since you are technically an extraplanar outsider where ever you go there so banishment hurls you out of the gem...
See this is why i used a piece of generic D&D folklore, for god-like-to-surpassing power.
If we got to choose that kind of homebrew...
'Zak''s rock.
So I may not get any cool toys or powers like everyone else, but I can destroy all of existance by proxy... Can your choices do that? (For background on the above you'd need to trawl the 'make your own cool deities' so I'll save everyone the trouble: Essentially imagine an iron flask or similar, in the form of a rock the size of a car, that doesn't grant any kind of control or similar, but can for one time only, release technical armageddon. Dubbed 'Zak'.
After release please allow several seconds for furious roaring, before armageddon rends a hole your multiverse, and any other multiverses in proximity.
Have a nice few seconds of existance
(The smily should be a sun really, but I don't know if that one exists.))You're not trying to get mental profiles of us all now, I hope, LostMage are you? ... Becasue if you are I suspect Sorcen and I are most likely to be put in nuthouses (Well, we did each chose either god-like power by default, or armageddon-in-a-box...)
Hmmmmm...so we are going with items that don't necisarily have to exist are we? Well then, i'll get back to you on that one Khael, but im not going down without two hours of directed daydreaming!
More explanation later. Gotta go for now.
Maybe I can find a link ......
Pics!! always the best!!
Hellsing
ethier way I have some pretty cool ideas more or less revolving around his castle.
And if it did... you still don't necessarily trump the home-ground gods, assuming of course they give you that power (the last one based on the idea overgods are the gods of gods, this is. But if they already believe in some other being...)
Point is, go by full homebrew stuff, and you can do anything, so it sorta ignores the point of answering the question.
My Ahriman blood answer now, is retconned D&D possible canon so works as well as any non-DMG item.
And yes, Kronos he meant both Van Helsing, And Helsing (unless there an anime called 'Van helsing' as well...).
And Khael, I believe you unknowingly, but likely knowingly, hit the nail on the head with the mention of homebrew. That is precisely why my emerald works the way I say it does, being homebrewed and houseruled (or lack thereof). Also the gods of my world dont derive power from worshippers as the main source of power, this is merely and alternate method of deriving power. I had forgotten about the overgods being gods of the gods, I had interpretted them as extramultiversal entities due to my theory's incorporation into my games and setting.
I suspect Sorcen and I are most likely to be put in nuthouses (Well, we did each chose either god-like power by default, or armageddon-in-a-box...)
Agreed. I'll see you there one day I'm sure. ;) Oh and I like the Zak's Rock, I'll have to put it on my christmas list. Oh wait I have a birthday coming up, note to self: See if Aya will get me armageddon-in-a-box for my birthday.
for joining.With a tad bit of patience, I shall rule you all!!!
The theory: All of you will choose god-like or "uber-powered" items that will grant you insane abilities. Sooner of later, you all start to become the legends of lore as "DnD magic" seeps into our little material plane. Now, being the powergamers that you all are, when you get to such a high "level," the realm of psionics will seem an obvious choise (who doesn't want to protect their mind while turning it into a deadly or manipulative weapon?)
Thus, as my choice, I take the Annulus, with the power to instantly, totally, and unpreventably destroy a creature with psionics. Thus, I could kill each and every one of you power-gaming lords with a twitch of my pinky, and thus you shall all leave me be to my own machinations. With luck, I may even be granted some of that magic I desperately long for.
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Ok, fine, its a bit of a half-baked theory, but if at least two of you go psionic, I've exceeded my goal :D
Something like that anyway :D
Also, not meaning to rush you Gareth, but if you could work on a response sometime this week, that would be awesome. Most of my characters are stuck in the nexus :D
Welll.... One of two items. Zak would do it from earth due to the aforementioned multiverse rending... but at least I'd take you all with me that way!!
Anyway, Khael: no, no personality profiles, just making some fun conversation.
If you could be any Non-Unique creature in the Monster Manual 3.5, what would you be and why?
Barring that, an elf or a gnome. Elves, because they're cliche, and gnomes cause it'd just be fun.
Barring gnomes, I would be a...halfling. 'Cause they're small and sneaky and all backstabbity.
Yeah, I would go for Balor, but for one thing: Fiends don't get a good time, when you think about it - You're a link in a chain, and both sides wouldn't mind crushing you underfoot. Even if your at the top (unique archfiend) your peers all want your blood, even the ones allied to you (Or if a succubi/incubi or similar, sharing your bed), and the ones below you? Hate your guts, and sharpened the knives minutes before you got in power. Yes, they are made of (cold iron/silver).
A Ragewind. Aside from being my personal favorite, it is also literally an incarnation of one of my favorite character's opening attack descrition, "A storm of hate and steel, shredding the air between herself and her victim with an audible hiss as crimson streaks fly from his skin under the power of blows too fast to be seen."
Which, by the way, belongs to Brisinaria. You let that woman get momentum, and you are well and surely screwed.
By the way, Blood and Darkness has been updated. Gareth's threads don't die! They just stop living temporarily.
So I'm going to assume the next option of yours is werewolf...
*Hellball and Greater Ruin spells begin flying indiscriminantly*
Yeah, that'd be my next one. That's what happens when you REALLY make her mad :P
In other news (heads up Lostmage), we are having the party of the year next week and preparations are going on now. I may not be around regularly for a while.
Lyra Argent, the Reflection
Centruies ago, in the far distant past, mirrors were once portals between the real world, and the mirror world. People from both came and went between them freely. Until one day, the people of the mirror world mounted an invasion on ours. The battles were long and violent, neither side gaining the upper hand. Until the Great Emporer managed to use his magic to seal all mirrors, blocking passage between worlds. But, the Emporer went a step furthur: he cursed the denizens of the mirror to immitate the appeareance and movements of anyone to look into them. Bound by this stricture, they were merely meek reflections... until the day they can break the curse... and the mirrors.
Lyra is the first to break the curse - since Sorcen's Baator is a parallel universe, she has been able to escape the mirror world to the Baator. However, the emporer's curse still operates on her: she bears the appeareance of a young woman, wearing a white robe, with fair hair and a single pendant, a small mirror set in an intracate wood frame.
She has been able to rework the emporer's curse somewhat, despite this: she can mimic the abilities of those she opposes, to deadly effect.
Centruies ago, in the far distant past, mirrors were once portals between the real world, and the mirror world. People from both came and went between them freely. Until one day, the people of the mirror world mounted an invasion on ours. The battles were long and violent, neither side gaining the upper hand. Until the Great Emporer managed to use his magic to seal all mirrors, blocking passage between worlds. But, the Emporer went a step furthur: he cursed the denizens of the mirror to immitate the appeareance and movements of anyone to look into them. Bound by this stricture, they were merely meek reflections... until the day they can break the curse... and the mirrors.
Lyra is the first to break the curse - since Sorcen's Baator is a parallel universe, she has been able to escape the mirror world to the Baator. However, the emporer's curse still operates on her: she bears the appeareance of a young woman, wearing a white robe, with fair hair and a single pendant, a small mirror set in an intracate wood frame.
She has been able to rework the emporer's curse somewhat, despite this: she can mimic the abilities of those she opposes, to deadly effect.
(thanks for the complement, by the way)
OOC
Oh my god.
You can't have possibly known this, but you've just...well, maybe I should..I beleive I WILL introduce her. Then you can see.
You can't have possibly known this, but you've just...well, maybe I should..I beleive I WILL introduce her. Then you can see.
And i'd love to, but Gideon's in the bar, waiting for Gareth to reply (I think...not entirely sure), Mzumu is on his way to the Nexus, my new character and Caben Duur are fighting people who don't seem to be on anymore, and everyone else is stuck in the nexus until that resolves...except Bartelemus, who's off on another thread.
So, unless I whip up yet ANOTHER character, looks like it'll be a while. Not that I don't have...say...oh...about 10 ready for action, including two i'd dearly love to bring in, but I'm not sure if that would be cool with everyone else.
-Gideon
Bother...
Oh, curses... I feel... slightly less original than I did several minutes ago.
"What one man can discover, another can uncover"
edit: well, you could have the mirror-version of one of you characters appear
Now, the OOC to go with that char
Diedre Shadowsoul
Diedre was once an ordinary human bard of extraordinary talent on the world of Dreavarr (the same world Jaden hails from). She attended the Bardic Academy of Drinston, and quickly became its greatest prodigy. Her talent was only exceeded by her sheer love of music and her exuberance for life. During her stay in school, her hair was accidentally turned pink due to a magical accident, and -
She fell in love.
Carrius was everything she could have hoped for. A composer, a handsome man, a kind soul who genuinely loved her back. He proposed to her on the night of their graduation, and they were married a month later.
However, during the wedding, he turned on her. Using black magic, he stole her voice from her and fled.
What happens after is nothing short of legend on Dreavarr, fresher in their minds because it only occured a century ago. Deidre chased him to the ends of the earth, cornering him in the city of Drinston. She assembled an army and razed the city, leaving no survivors, and killed Carrius in a moment of hate and fury. It was then that the Mists of Ravenloft drew her in.
Deidre was made Darklord of Levulia, a realm split in two, each half a twisted reflection of the other. Likewise, Deidre was fractured in two, one mind innocent - but utterly without memory of her life, only the knowledge that she had forgotten. The other knew everything, was the same dark soul that Ravenloft drew in.
For one hundred years, she lived in misery. Now, through Lyra's mirror, she has escaped.
Deidre's powers depend on her personality. Both halves have the power to summon and animate mirrors up to twenty feet high by ten feet wide, as well as see and transport themselves through these mirrors. Her good half can convert these mirrors at a touch to Mirrors of Opposition or Mirrors of Life Trapping, and has all of Deidre's former skill as a bard, Ravenloft having granted her voice back.
Her evil half can shatter these mirrors and re-form them into objects, including Mirror Golems, by touching them. She may also fracture the mind of any person she touches into two opposite halves, or rejoin those minds. Additionally, her song causes excrutiating pain.
Both halves, due to their unique nature of escape from Ravenloft, retain its protection - they are extremely difficult to harm. Aside from healing at an extraordinary rate, they are incredibly difficult to wound - the only weapon that can injure them without being hindered somehow is the shard of a mirror. If one half is slain, the other re-forms the body and takes over, usually fleeing until it can enter a mirror and regenerate its other side.
Their possesions are - Elven Chain +4, a Longsword of Life Stealing, and two Last Resort daggers.
She fell in love.
Carrius was everything she could have hoped for. A composer, a handsome man, a kind soul who genuinely loved her back. He proposed to her on the night of their graduation, and they were married a month later.
However, during the wedding, he turned on her. Using black magic, he stole her voice from her and fled.
What happens after is nothing short of legend on Dreavarr, fresher in their minds because it only occured a century ago. Deidre chased him to the ends of the earth, cornering him in the city of Drinston. She assembled an army and razed the city, leaving no survivors, and killed Carrius in a moment of hate and fury. It was then that the Mists of Ravenloft drew her in.
Deidre was made Darklord of Levulia, a realm split in two, each half a twisted reflection of the other. Likewise, Deidre was fractured in two, one mind innocent - but utterly without memory of her life, only the knowledge that she had forgotten. The other knew everything, was the same dark soul that Ravenloft drew in.
For one hundred years, she lived in misery. Now, through Lyra's mirror, she has escaped.
Deidre's powers depend on her personality. Both halves have the power to summon and animate mirrors up to twenty feet high by ten feet wide, as well as see and transport themselves through these mirrors. Her good half can convert these mirrors at a touch to Mirrors of Opposition or Mirrors of Life Trapping, and has all of Deidre's former skill as a bard, Ravenloft having granted her voice back.
Her evil half can shatter these mirrors and re-form them into objects, including Mirror Golems, by touching them. She may also fracture the mind of any person she touches into two opposite halves, or rejoin those minds. Additionally, her song causes excrutiating pain.
Both halves, due to their unique nature of escape from Ravenloft, retain its protection - they are extremely difficult to harm. Aside from healing at an extraordinary rate, they are incredibly difficult to wound - the only weapon that can injure them without being hindered somehow is the shard of a mirror. If one half is slain, the other re-forms the body and takes over, usually fleeing until it can enter a mirror and regenerate its other side.
Their possesions are - Elven Chain +4, a Longsword of Life Stealing, and two Last Resort daggers.
) in the post :DMaybe we should have them do that, as a sort of spectacle for the other people here. Two similarly-themed characters fighting, pitting wits and power against each other.
And we could use Gideon's mirror city as the battleground. Truly frightening.
I LOVE describing Deidre's fights :D
Those two, Endeca, and Coin. Maybe throw Ukinanni in there for laughs.
Reality will be forgotten completely
And I don't think these two would actually change reality. Mirrors don't do that - they can't. A mirror never lies. Rather, it changes how you PERCEIVE reality - by showing the absolute truth, with no lies, no half-truths covering it up. Which is what makes Deidre's evil half so frightening to those who realize that - she shatters mirrors, breaks truth, changes how you perceive reality to her own mad whim because she can't face her own reflection.
edit: Actually, a warped mirror can lie.
edit2: The four way idea... holy goodness, that'd be brain-warping. Reflections of imitations of chaos that are actually copies of everyone. Arrgh, my head!
Make it an Event. Give it its own thread and everything, let people make bets on it and everything. Have Gideon judge it (just him) and then turn them loose. That way we don't disrupt normal flow AND we get stuff done. I could post the intro and then we'd give them 24 hours to make bets/preperations/get characters in there to watch this and create RP opportunity later after witnessing the spectacle. We could even do it on the new forums if you like.
Sound good?
Ukanni and Endeca at the same time - "Reality is my plaything!"
*they look at each other*
Endeca - Wanna go screw around with Nirvana?
Ukanni - I'm game.
*both exit to bring some Chaos to Nirvana*
And yes, Lost Mage, you are part of mysterious plot weaving. That's what happens when you RP with me. I'm ALWAYS pulling the strings. Just ask Gideon :P
But yeah...Gareth and plots = insanity :D
Animal I Have Become
PLACE YOUR BETS PEOPLE! The fight of the century is about to happen!
WAAAAAY, WAAAAY, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY back, I once asked Sorcen why he set up the battles the way he did, with nothing to prevent crossover. His answer was that he WANTED crossover.
The question I pose to ALL THE judges is this - With Diedre constructing her mirror city across the entire Arena, will you have it affect the IC Thread One and IC Thread Two?
Now I regret having to wait 24 hours, so PLACE THOSE BETS! DO IT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!
And yes, Gideon is talking to Kyle. I'll get on that right away.
Although I suppose I may need a new judge for this. Doesn't sound like Llval's cup of tea. I'll have to see what pops into my mind.
Just think. I'm sure you'll arrive at a million different conclusions, at least one of which is the one I'm at.
Oh by the way, did you guys overlook Miracolix the rogue nerra, Kate's character. And Dia Duit is the smoek and mirrors man.
Interesting monster choice there Orshallen, that is exactly what I would have picked, down to the color (although bronze is a close second). About the Barghest choice, what do you think "Kyyt" is here for?
About the mirrors battle
*Gets down on bended knee*
I beg of thee DON'T GIVE MEMNATH THE POWER TO DO EVEN WORSE THINGS TO ELISE THAN HE IS ALREADY DOING. NO MORE DAMMED MIRRORS!!!!!!!
*whew* Ok, i'm done. I'll actually have to read those chrecters backround stories sometime when I'm not busy catching up on all the other stuff; like Gareths thread, which went into a coma induced by Cardiac Arrest when he refused to fuel it with Roleplaying lifeblood.
Bad news as well. Family issues are cropping up (namely ridiculous car insurance), so I'm getting a job (finally) to help pay for stuff. Hence, I won't be on as much. Apologies in advance.
Therefore, sticking with the mirror theme, I'll bring in The Two-Faced Lord: Uther Utrius, He Who Is His Own Reflection.
Gareth...I had though of Ukinanni, but she wouldn't concern herself with something other people or beings do if it doesn't directly affect her. She's completely nuetral to what humanity does to itself, unless it throws something she cares about in jeopady, or she's bored.
(And LostMage, since this seems like your thing, if I recall correctly...bonus points for finding his name's meaning :D)
(And LostMage, since this seems like your thing, if I recall correctly...bonus points for finding his name's meaning :D)
I'll make a stab at it since Lostmage hasn't gotten here yet :P
Utrius is Latin meaning 'either,' 'both,' or 'which' (of two).
Uther if I recall my King Arthur stories means luminous. Not 100% sure on that since I'm not an old english scholar but I'll run with it since it seems to make sense.
So we'd get something along the lines of 'luminous other' or 'both luminous beings' which seems to fit for a mirror-entity.
I had actually intended the name to be based on the phrase "Uter Utrius," meaning "either of the two," but the dual meaning with Uther is pretty cool, if unintentional. Makes the name fit even better :D
Hmmm...how to fix that....
That help any?
Eh. I'll see what I can do.
My mind just registered that you said Caben Duur was in the Training Room.
My god. He's BACK! HE'S BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Fetch Kyle, baton down the hatches, barricade the doors and summon forth the greatest Thaumatergists you can find! Caben Duur is coming! He's COMING!
And since his opponent hasn't posted in about two weeks...he's free :D
Though that WOULD be an interesting...
Wait a minute.
Chaos vs. Endeca vs. Coin vs. Ukinanni vs. Sevifor
I call it, Chaos Incarnate
EDIT: By the way my answer to the which monster would you be question. Silver Dragon or werewolf lich elf or werewolf if I cant apply the templates.
But, for you and anyone else interested, finding the inspiration for the name Sirsay is worth... yes, another
!y'know, just thought of something: Lyra dosen't cast relfections, seeing as that would mean a mirror-person would be bound to her, and she's a reflection already! (which means that the person she bears the likeness of won't see her own reflection anymore, either)
I'll bring Chaos! I will!
Though that WOULD be an interesting...
Wait a minute.
Chaos vs. Endeca vs. Coin vs. Ukinanni vs. Sevifor
I call it, Chaos Incarnate
I call it unwise :D Chaos Incarnate is my title.
But damn, I would love to be in that battle! As in now, do it now! I can see Enducia screwing up her magic, and getting Sevifor stuck inside Chaos due to a little "misunderstanding." Hehe, a face popping out of Chaos's side and mouthing "A little help here?"
I thought I'd made it clear. Diedre's two halves are not literal reflections - they are multiple personalities. Killing one or the other is meaningless. They fought only because they were forced out of Levulia, and their NATURAL state is in the one body.
Uther's got another edit or somethin', man.
Besides, his reason for judging or presiding or whatever is kinda FoD-violating. I'm fairly certain that we'd both like to keep our new characters, not seal them away because one or the other happened to lose.
Ah well.
Wait, what do you know about Ravenloft? Because this may be the source of some of your confusion.
Also, I must say I'm having a little tidbit of trouble. I might just cut out Uther's appearance for now, as I'm having a bit of a mindblank on how to change it.
Slap whoever told you Kender are native to Ravenloft. Go ahead, I'll wait.
Alright, Ravenloft. Ravenloft (known as the Demiplane of Dread to EVERYONE in-game) is a demiplane located inside the Ethereal. There are many theories about the nature of its existence, but some things are known - Ravenloft is ruled by an unknown number of demi-gods (or quasi-deities) known collectively as the Dark Powers. The Dark Powers are attracted to evil, especially extremely emotional evil. The demiplane itself was formed when Strahd Von Zarovich made a pact with the Dark Powers for eternal life, sealing it with the blood of his brother. They turned him into a vampire. He slaughtered everyone in his family castle, and then Ravenloft's first domain of Barovia was formed.
Ravenloft draws in the unwitting, the evil, or the unlucky with the Mists, extensions of the demiplane that manifest out of the Border Ethereal. There is no way to prevent it. Once inside, a traveler finds it very difficult to escape - the most powerful magic sputters and dies when it is turned to escape, and even gods have difficulty contacting their worshippers inside the plane. You cannot walk out of the Mists (which encircle the demiplane) - those who try are either slain by the denizens within or simply wander into another Domain.
Domains are the "countries" of Ravenloft. Each one is ruled by a Darklord who has almost absolute power within. However, each Domain is its Darklord's own personal hell, one from which they cannot escape, for even the most powerful Darklord cannot step beyond his Domain's borders. In order to become a Darklord, one must commit a great act of powerful, emotional evil, and then step into the Mists. If the Dark Powers find you "worthy", than you are granted your own Domain - and your own curse.
To this date, only evil beings have become Darklords. Indeed, if one is good enough, you warp the fabric of Ravenloft around you, causing The Twisting, which will not be explained here because it's more complicated than explaining the Planescape setting.
Escaping Ravenloft is incredibly difficult. There are a few, a very few, portals that may lead one out. Additionally, rumor has it that there are scrolls capable of piercing whatever veil the Dark Powers have over the place to send you away from Ravenloft. However, none of these is garunteed, and even if they do work, they do not always send the traveler home.
Levulia was Diedre's Domain, her own personal hell. It reflected her split nature in its own, and constantly tormented her. Now that she has escaped, she will fight anyone or anything, to the very death, to stop from going back.
That help?
Okay. I can use that, but I still think Lyra and Diedra need a bit more time before I bring in Uther...I need more to work with, I think :D
Now we WAIT FOR PEOPLE TO GET THEIR BETS IN and all that good stuff. Only a few more hours! C'mon, you KNOW YOU WANT TO!
I'm gonna go play Harry Potter: Quidditch World Cup for awhile. U.S.A, U.S.A., U.S.A.!
(It is earth day after all)
Anyways, I was ranting: and you've made them indestructible to that poor helpless Elise? How dare you sir, how dare you?
Furthermore, my dragon and sorcerer are both caught up in your forums, just happening to NOT be present for the betting period. No 2000 hellsilver bets for me
I'll just have to roleplay Kyyt back into the Tavern *sigh* I'm just not meloncholy enough to successfully roleplay him right now. :Dedit: actually, it didn't matter to me, I just wanted to say that instead of paper or plastic (you know, like I said, Earth Day and whatnot). But since both modes of communication take up no material space anyways, it's not really more environmentally friendly to do either.
edit2: ank, send a message to the window, if y'like. After K'Teeb purges it of evil spirits, he'll accept a signed note if it were to materialize at the window.
Oh, and just wait until Memnath tries USING those mirrors. They're RAVENLOFT mirrors. Nothing is as it seems there, especially once it leaves :evillaugh
There's something in that evil laugh smiley of yours that makes me feel oddly scared...
Betting's about to close, folks (but by the time you read this, it may already have... perhaps K'Teeb will watch from his window so that anyone interested can still place wagers)
DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT!
Sevifor is in it, correct? Then expect Siventarr to join the mix. He's been very patient in biding his time, and now with half a dozen other characters in the battle, it is time to strike back at his mortal enemy! :evillaugh
If that's ok with the rest of you...
Diedre and Lyra are in it, neither of which have ANYTHING to do with Sevifor. Where the hell did you get the idea that he's a part of it?
EDIT: Damn. Ninja Gareth beat me to it.
But yeah...it was a theoretical battle. Chaos, Endeca, Coin, Ukinanni, and Sevifor...to shatter reality into tiny pieces.
But if you do do the chaos battle, Siventarr will rampage.
You have 1,000 Hellsilver. You can place some or all of this on ONE fighter per match, either against another person or against the house. Win, and you get that money. Lose, and that person or the house (or, if the winner of the match has an account, that person) gets your bet.
Later on, there are plans to use Hellsilver to buy other commodities, possibly IC, possibly OOC (Smilie shop!).
Bahamut, MAKE A BET, MAKE A BET! I want this to be the match that really starts off the Betting Window for Lost Mage
Sorcen, here's how that gambling thread works -
You have 1,000 Hellsilver. You can place some or all of this on ONE fighter per match, either against another person or against the house. Win, and you get that money. Lose, and that person or the house (or, if the winner of the match has an account, that person) gets your bet.
Later on, there are plans to use Hellsilver to buy other commodities, possibly IC, possibly OOC (Smilie shop!).
Bahamut, MAKE A BET, MAKE A BET! I want this to be the match that really starts off the Betting Window for Lost Mage
Couldn't of said it better myself. (and thanks for the support, Lord Gareth!)
Nevermind, just realized how stupid that sounded "Thats kinda the point" pfft. Like we want a battle with a power cap, thats ludicous.
Well, time to get to that betting arena.
Edit: Nimbrixion's looking for someone to take some hellsilvers off of.
The darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become.
Help me believe
It's not the real me.
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
Three Day's Grace, "Animal I Have Become"
That is the chorus, and the main reason that song is Diedre's theme song.
I can't wait to see Uther, though.
edit: fitting for Diedre, definitly.
.Edvard the Pale
Wind howled as it swirled across the battlefield. It twisted around the bodies of Brelish archers, Valenar cavalrymen, and Karrnathi undead. It lifted the stench of death and spread it into the air. Edvard the Pale breathed in deeply, no easy feat for an undead monster. The lich was wrapped in heavy robes which hid his skeletal frame. Edvard the Pale was old. He had been alive since the Daelkyr invasion of Khorvaire, over ten thousand years ago. Becoming a lich had been the only garunteed way of survival back then as the Dhakanni hobgoblins and aberrant Daelkyr raged across the continent. Edvard had slid back like a wraith from that war. The Daelkyr were too dangerous to mess with. But that was millenia ago. Edvard was in the Mournland this day to collect bodies.
The Mournland had the delightful effect of preserving corpses. Ever since the fools in Cyre had destroyed their country with that monumental eldritch explosion, Edvard had had the pick of the crop of bodies. Edvard could pick and choose from some of the choicest corpses in Khorvaire in the Mournland, and the monsters and living spells wandering the blasted land were posh to the mighty lich. Edvard walked among the corpses, tapping a few on the shoulder. They rose jerkily to their feet, undead flesh darkening to the pallid gray customary of zombies. Edvard's two small sickly green eyes swept the area, and latched hungily on the bodies of what appeared to be a group of adventurers that had died fighting. Magical weapons glowed feebly in the gloomy darkness of the Mournland, and Edvard quickly stalked over to the bodies and inspected them. Were they strong enough to become vampires? Edvard preferred vampires to other undead. he had thought long and hard about becoming a vampire instead of a lich, but in the end the vampire's thirst for blood seemed just too bothersome. Edvard's initial inspections proved to be correct. Clapping his bony hands with glee, he casts a complex spell, ending with "create greater undead!" The adventurers thrash as the magic wrenches their spirits back into their bodies. They rise smoothly and silently, turning slowly to survey their new master.
"Greetings. I am Edvard the Pale. You will be added to my undead army."
For Edvard's real purpose for taking corpses from the Mournland was for conquest. He had been slowly creating an army of powerful undead, aided by an ancient Daelkyr relic. An army of nearly a million undead lay in wait in various caverns in Khyber, slowly growing as Edvard and his cleric cohorts gathered bodies from various parts of the world. The time was coming when undead would rule Khorvaire...
The Mournland had the delightful effect of preserving corpses. Ever since the fools in Cyre had destroyed their country with that monumental eldritch explosion, Edvard had had the pick of the crop of bodies. Edvard could pick and choose from some of the choicest corpses in Khorvaire in the Mournland, and the monsters and living spells wandering the blasted land were posh to the mighty lich. Edvard walked among the corpses, tapping a few on the shoulder. They rose jerkily to their feet, undead flesh darkening to the pallid gray customary of zombies. Edvard's two small sickly green eyes swept the area, and latched hungily on the bodies of what appeared to be a group of adventurers that had died fighting. Magical weapons glowed feebly in the gloomy darkness of the Mournland, and Edvard quickly stalked over to the bodies and inspected them. Were they strong enough to become vampires? Edvard preferred vampires to other undead. he had thought long and hard about becoming a vampire instead of a lich, but in the end the vampire's thirst for blood seemed just too bothersome. Edvard's initial inspections proved to be correct. Clapping his bony hands with glee, he casts a complex spell, ending with "create greater undead!" The adventurers thrash as the magic wrenches their spirits back into their bodies. They rise smoothly and silently, turning slowly to survey their new master.
"Greetings. I am Edvard the Pale. You will be added to my undead army."
For Edvard's real purpose for taking corpses from the Mournland was for conquest. He had been slowly creating an army of powerful undead, aided by an ancient Daelkyr relic. An army of nearly a million undead lay in wait in various caverns in Khyber, slowly growing as Edvard and his cleric cohorts gathered bodies from various parts of the world. The time was coming when undead would rule Khorvaire...
Anyway since we've got the latest round of questions out of the way, let me ask one of my own.
Are your characters based off of any other literary characters or whatnot? Whence cometh your inspiration?
To start off, Orshallen was born as a vague hybrid between Doctor Faustus, a Ringwraith, Baba Yaga and Batman.
Oh and before I forget. Since I'm done with the practice match now, I'd like to put my hat in the ring for an arena battle whenever one opens up.
These smilies best represent Edvard, especially the first:
:evillaugh I was thinking of making him be an anceint, long-forgotten deity locked in the bowels of Argonessen and guarded by dragons, but I though the world domintation theme would be more fun :D
Yeah, I get a lot of inspiration from books and movies. I've been pondering introducing a Matrix-esque character, but you will all have to wait for that one...
Anyway, my inspiration cometh mostlyeth frometh my mindeth. But the first D&D character I played was a lot like Drizz't Do'Urden from the FR books, and Silence was inspired from Frankenstein and the Terminator. Tyrion was one of those characters you start out with at first level with realtively little background, and he just grew from there. Giovanni I invented completely on my own. Siventarr is based off of the legend of his sword, Merikel. The original solar that wielded it (named Merikel, who woulda guessed? :P ) was thrown into hell by Heironneus and became a demon lord. But I took the legend one step further. Muahahaha!
And Bob, for all those who haven't guessed yet, is based off of the White Rabbit of Caerbannog (sp?) from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
"Right, one dead rabbit, comin' right up!"
*White rabbit kills knight in a spray of blood*
"Jesus Christ!"
As for a match, we have one that just finished in IC2 so who would like to fight Orshallen? Beebetowers, PinkPanther?
Some of my characters are based off of other sources, I usually credit them somewhere in my descriptions though. Trigger for instance is based most obviously off of Wolverine and Colossus from the X-Men. LeMondis is based off of the shade guy from the Eragon movie. A few of my characters, such as Ragiguru and Xeck, are based from action figures I had when I was young. The rest are either ideas that I wanted to try out or just whatever comes to mind. As of yesterday I have twenty more characters that I made for my secret forum and havent posted here yet, although they may come over here every once in awhile as I need them.
Jaden - First round of combat in her first session as a level one paladin, she hurls two nonmagical shortswords fifty feet, scoring two criticals on the BBEG with Power Throw activated, killing him mid-monologue.
Endeca - A long history of adventuring parties screaming, "WE DUCK AND COVER, DUCK AND COVER!"
Tyler - Loosely based off my first D20 Modern Character, Despair was added in because D20 Modern lacks a bard
Brisinaria - My first WoW character on an RP server
Syra - The first nonstatted character I have, Syra is a creation solely of my mind. However, her relationship with her mother is inspired by one Escalla Brightflower, of the books White Plume Mountain and Descent Into the Depths of the Earth.
Kyle Killigan - An actual character first created in an epic campaign where the DM wouldn't let me play Jaden (other DMs had told horror stories involving her, Power Attack, and Great Cleave), Kyler took a lot, A LOT, of feats for knife combat. Eventually, the DM made a couple feat trees just for him, and so was the Lightningblade Style born.
Valoran Galastini, the Butcher of the Sword Coast - Loosely based off of my Sith Marauder of the same name, he uses Warmage levels (not to mention the Spellsword and Arcane Archer) in place of high explosives.
Diedre Shadowsoul - While an invention of my own mind, I am told she is similar in powers to a Ravenloft Darklord published in Dragon Magazine. Having never owned a Dragon Magazine, I cannot confirm or deny this.
I forget anyone?
Svent vs Ascember
Sorcen_Anenooata 02-16-07 11:43 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The terrain shifts once again and becomes dark soil and gets wetter. Dark muddy water slowly seeps through the soil and begins filling this area of the arena. Soon the land has transformed into swampland, there are a few ropebridges over the swampy water below and a few patches of ground that appear to be dry land. Snakes and alligators are seen swimming throughout the waters but appear calm at the moment.
Khael 02-16-07 11:58 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
AScember walks out into the arena looing up at the roaring crowd in the seats above, as he takes up his place at the end of one of the rope ladders.
As he await Svent's coming he places his hands together, palm-to-palm, apparently metal hand to grey flesh, a faint smile to what remains of his lips...
Revlis_Nogard 02-17-07 09:01 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent's herald is the sounds of bones cracking, as the fearsome monk can be seen cracking his knuckles and neck. He does some preliminary stretches, make a good effort to hit all of the major muscle groups. He sniffs the air for a few moments, and then turns to face his opponent. Svent then puts his hands together and makes a deep bow to his opponent.
"I admit, I'm pretty damn excited about this fight. It's the first time in a long time I haven't had to fight for the Council. Good luck."
Khael 02-17-07 09:35 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Luck? I've never had any faith in that. But the concept is there at least. On your guard..."
With that Ascember raises his fists to guard his head, taking a single step futher onto the bridge.
Revlis_Nogard 02-18-07 12:29 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Hmmm...looks like you've got a bit of decent training...let's see how well it's prepared you for someone like me."
Svent heedlessly charges across the rope bridge, his feet nimbly balanced so that he doesn't slip into the bog. Several feet before the place where Ascember stands, Svent leaps up into the air and makes a tremendous flying kick at his opponent.
Khael 02-19-07 04:41 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Svent leaps into his kick, Ascember already drops and rolls back onto 'solid' ground, hands planted as a shaft of earth drives up from between his hands, its tip on course to collide unerringly with Svent's outstretched leg.
Revlis_Nogard 02-19-07 10:22 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"GRRAAAHHH!!!"
The tip of the lance goes right through the flesh of Svent's leg, forcing him to stop the kick in the air. He slowly and painfully slides down to earth, leaving a red trail of blood as he falls. Once Svent hits ground, he snaps it in half, heaves it at Ascember, and gets up.
"Okay....that was...clever. I can see there isn't time for a warm-up. And that suits me just fine."
Svent leaps fowarding and begins to tumble towards Ascember. He moves in a twisted path, and it is extremely difficult for spectators to not only see where he his, but where his next move will be. When he reaches Ascember, he leaps up with both his feet extending at his foe's chest.
Khael 02-19-07 11:28 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
But his opponent is already up and running for the waters edge, where he places both hands to the ground, as the earth shifts and stretches out, forming a land bridge to the next closest landmass.
But Svent's feet find their mark, hurling Ascember backwards, sliding across the earthen ground of the newly formed bridge.
Revlis_Nogard 02-19-07 10:01 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Without missing a beat, Svent launches up into the air and brings his heel down to smash into Ascember.
Khael 02-20-07 07:16 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Svent comes down, Ascember rolls out from beneath him, the bridge surface giving way to Svent's heel-smash, as Ascember brings both hands down, a cylinder of earth catching him under the left hand, catapulting him out towards land, while under the right, there is a sudden sound of static as the entire bridge starts to shatter, starting from the point where his hand touched.
Revlis_Nogard 02-22-07 06:00 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As the bridge begins to fall apart, Svent bolts up into the air. His arms suddenly sprout a pair of strange, reptilian skin flaps. He begins to flap them up and down, and begins to take flight up into the air. Svent inhales, and a huge, billowing plume of flame flies towards Ascember, scorching the air and all of the matter that happens to be unfortunate to be in the way.
"Chew on this!"
OOC: I apologize for my absense. Busy couple of days. But it's all taken care of now.
Khael 02-23-07 05:06 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Smiling grimly at Svent, Ascember claps his hands together as the flames tip hits, and the air fills with the sound and feel of a static discharge, as Ascember comes into view, smoke billowing out from behind him as he rides the 'flame' into spiralling descent.
OOC: Good to hear...
Revlis_Nogard 02-25-07 11:19 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Upon seeing his opponent charge up the pillar of fire, svent only has one response: he holds out his leg, and points it diretly at Ascember, hoping that his opponent will make his own impact.
Khael 02-25-07 12:50 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
OOC
I think you've missed exactly what he did: Ascember's riding down ON the flame, snowboard style, not running up it
Watching his opponent up above him, Ascember complete his descent as he hits the ground and rolls, shattered fragments of concentrated flame flying, as he looks up to his opponent high above, places both hands together and plants them down on the ground... before twining pillars of earth rise up towards Svent, at breakneck speed...
Revlis_Nogard 02-28-07 03:08 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent looks down at the twin pillars of rock that are coming at him. He doesn't have much time, and he knows this, but somehow doesn't show any signs of fear.
"Okay, this battle is starting to get a little boring...mind if I kick it up a few age categories?"
He clenches his fists together and closes his eyes, and begins to shake. Suddenly, he opens his eyes, which now have become a pure silver.
"I CALL UPON MY GREAT ANCESTOR CAESINDREXUS, THE REAVER!!"
Upon saying this, a ghostly red dragon form seems to come from nowhere, screaming in some ancient draconic langauge, however anyone can hear that it is something horrible, like draconic swearing. It enters Svents body, only moments before the lances of earth collide with Svent, causing them both to shatter on impact and leaving a thick cloud of dust.
Without warning, a great roar can be heard from inside the cloud. The dust settles, and it can now be seen that the pillars have been stopped...with Svent's bare hands. The earth groans, as it wishes to continue on it's path, but it is stopped by Svent's wall of flesh. He kicks off the pillars and begins charging Ascember, his appearence now even more draconic than before.
Khael 02-28-07 04:36 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Looing up at the charging form, Ascember flashes a thin smile, "Age and ancestors don't matter that much to me i'm afraid. Not now, maybe not ever, I forget," before rising his hand together again, to a crackling flash of light and sound, as the air in front of him freezes, a great barrier of ice coming between Svent and himself, that fills itself with spikes of ice...
Revlis_Nogard 02-28-07 04:45 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"As if we would be even bothered with such tricks!"
Svent, his skin now red and scaly and his canine teeth now formed into fangs, charges through the ice storm. Each shard cuts him, however the wounds don't seem severe enough for him to notice, only superficial. He only dodges those that would cause a fatal injury; the other are simply not of concern. A precious few manage to make deeper wounds, however they seem to begin to heal themselves slightly to at least stop the bleeding.
Upon closing up to the ice wall, Svent simply rears back his left fist, which begins to glow a bright, intense red. He hammers into the wall, each impact steaming where the fist made contact. His knuckles begin to bleed, however the wall seems to give way before Svent does. Eventually, a loudCRACK is heard, and the wall shatters. Svent only stands, smiling.
"So, it would seem you are a master of the elements. But know this: Dragons are the paragons of the elements, and I can call their power as I see fit.
Your move..."
Khael 02-28-07 05:12 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
But he does not find Ascember behind the wall, instead, he finds a mighty humanoid figure of earth and stone swinging its granite fists at his head...
Revlis_Nogard 02-28-07 09:17 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent puts all of his strength into holding back one of the tremndous earthen fists, which he succeeds at. The other fist, however, knocks Svent flying across the arena. He's thrown clear into the bog, the water splashing all around. Suddenly, the water begins to bubble and boil. It begins to steam, and then, a huge deluge of scalding water erupts from where Svent entered the water. The monk now simply hovers above a huge hole where gallons of water should be; his eyes aflame and now all of his skin bright glows a bright red. His breath is smoke, and a large amount of blood seeps from his eyes and nose.
"Okay...that's more along the lines of what we were thinking...come on, friend...let's keep up the pace."
With that, Svent charges across the air--he isn't flying, but literally running on what seems to be thin air--and drop kicks his opponent directly in the chest, following the blow up with another stream of pure fire.
Khael 03-01-07 02:12 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent's kick plows into the earthen figure, sending earth and stone flying, as the steamo f ire cuts into it also, metling the same into liquid, liquid that rushes to entrap Svent...
Meanwhile about the two the water level of the bog seems to be lowering...
Revlis_Nogard 03-01-07 08:05 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Svent beings to be subsumed by the molten rock, he doesn't seem to show signs of fear, for reasons only known to him. At first, his hands and feet begin to be covered, however, once this happens, Svent spryly rolls out of the liquid into the ever-sinking bog, where a huge rush of steam comes up after cooling the rock...onto Svent's hands and feet. He doesn't appear to be unbalanced by the tremendous new weight at all, and assumes a stance of all-out defense.
Sorcen_Anenooata 03-02-07 09:50 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As the water level of the bog recedes, it reveals a multitude of creatures, from highly poisonous snakes to constrictors to crocodiles to frogs and toads. They see the cause of the loss of their habitat and begin moving towards the battling combatants hissing and snapping at them. Except for the frogs and toads, which run away through any means necessary, including hopping onto the combatants and springing off of them for added distance.
A large crocodile nears the legs of the Svent, already beginning to open its jaws in an attempt to bite him, just as a large constroctor begisn wrapping around Ascember's leg.
Khael 03-02-07 02:30 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Stop that" mutters Ascember as he reaches down with his right hand, as at his touch the constrictor's entire bodty spasms as blood pours from its mouth and suddenly opening wounds, and its head disintegrates, as static flashes. He then replaces his hand to the ground again, alone side its brother muttering to himself...
Meanwhile the earthern being tromps about on the ground, ediventally unwilling to go near the water, only for a bubbling mass to pass close by Svent, before rearing up, a huge wyrm of black mud and soiled water and smashing back into it's sinking domain, causing an eruption of water.
Revlis_Nogard 03-03-07 01:29 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent deftly turns and pounds the crocodile into a bloody, messy pulp with his fist now covered in rock. He switches focus to the new threat that has come out of the water. Upon seeing it, Svent appears to become enraged beyond all reason.
"YOU...WOULD MAKE A MOCKERY OF US?! HOW DARE YOU CREATE SUCH AN AFFRONT TO WYRMKIND!!!"
He leaps up and attacks the horrid creature, using his stone limbs to hammer into his foe as best as he can. However, the stone simply passes through the creature, as if it has no substance.
"Thank you Caesindrexus. But I feel that you can no longer help...I need Vuthasjack now..."
Svent's red skin color fades, and a dragonic form leaves Svent, still screaming it's profane yet inunderstandable curses. A black, slithering shade comes from behind him and joins itself with it's host.
"Yesssss....much better....we shall dessstroy you now..."
Svent's skin is now much, much darker, like a living shadow. The rocks that encased his hands begin to steam, and then simply fall off, the area where his hands and feet were are now coated in a thin film of green acid.
Khael 03-03-07 02:54 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The black-water wyrm's head rears up again as it lashes at Svent, while a second rises up behind to try and strike him from behind...
Meanwhile beyond the fight, Ascember roars out as static flashes and the earth unravels, whipping up to form long networks of stone whch lash up, plunging down to strike at Svent from afar...
Revlis_Nogard 03-04-07 09:15 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent closes his eyes and goes into a state of concentration. As the two heads come down to attack Svent, his skin begins to secrete a viscous green fluid that has a horribly acrid smell. When the two earthen monsters reach Svent, the fluid simply causes them to dissapate before they can make any true contact. The water and dirt simply fall to the ground before they can do any damage to Svent. He then opens his eyes and looks around to find his opponent.
Khael 03-06-07 06:59 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Svent destroys the two water-things, the stone columns slam down at him, as more earth from the arena surface rises up, encapulating the field, and lowering down to limit space above...
As he looks, Svent sees flashes of light to his east...
Revlis_Nogard 03-07-07 11:09 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As the columns slam down onto Svent's location, they fill the surrounding area with massive amounts of dust and debris. There is no sound or movement afterward, and as the debris clears, Svent's body is not there. It's as if he complete disappeared. That is, until a hand breaks the earth behidd Ascember, and Svent pulls himself from the earth. He tries to kick Ascember in the back of the head, in order to catch him off guard.
Khael 03-08-07 03:18 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Too slow!" As Ascember whips round under Svent's kick his right hand lashes out, passing Svent's body to a clash of thunder and lightning...
"Nothing can overcame fate, not even death, so whats yours?"
OOC
He just hit a dragon spirit, if you're wondering. Technically I'd be expecting destruction of whichever it was, but... I can't.
Revlis_Nogard 03-10-07 01:45 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The black shade falls from Svent. It slowly begins to disappate upon hitting the ground. Svent does not make a move, or a sound. He simply looks at the ground where it fell, and stands i silence for a few moments.
Then, without warning, Svent erupts into a whirlwind of violence. His speed is terrifying as he launches attack after attack at his foe. Even when one is blocked, it seems that seven more are coming in to strike.
"That....was a mistake."
Khael 03-10-07 03:53 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"So many have told me before, but still I stand."
As Svent's barrage falls Ascember's hands move like lightning weavnig as they block his strikes, before he drives his right hand at Svent's arm, seeking to grab it, as lightning flashes and static arcs...
Revlis_Nogard 03-12-07 11:39 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Ascember goes for Svent's arm, Svent maneuvers himself in a such a way that he grabs Ascember's instead, managing to put him in a quick limb-lock.
"Standing here, yes. However, I believe you'd be better off standing over there."
With that, Svent musters all the strength that he can, and heaves Ascember as far as he'll throw.
Khael 03-13-07 11:33 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Hurtlnig thoguh the air, Ascmber rolls on impact with the gorund, rising to one knee, as his hands clamp together, before slamming into the ground, with a rumble and the familar flashes, as the earth seems to come alive, great columns of stone punching up to meet the now descending 'ceiling', with steps extending up the lengths.
Revlis_Nogard 03-15-07 11:18 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent focuses his inner ki and focus, and makes a single blow against one of the giant stone pillars. He makes a huge dent, and and attempts to knock it over and cause a domino effect.
Khael 03-17-07 09:40 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The pillar slowly cracks and keels over, taking another with it, as it smashes into the ground, a mighty hole appearing in the ground, as the surrounding floor starts to break up...
...While Ascember starts to run up one of the pillar-stairs, looking down at Svent.
Revlis_Nogard 03-21-07 06:05 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent looks at his opponent as he climbs the stairs he created. He closes his eyes for a moment, and ponders his next move.
"I'll admit, this fight has been fun. But, it's kind of boring now. I'd like to end this, although I've never tried summoning this one, I'd like you to be my test. I summon...
Revlis, the Silver! Founder of the Council!"
A pale, silver shade flies from some unseen location and glides towards Svent. However, it appears that there is something inherently flawed about it...it looks more like an abomination than dragon. Svent looks puzzled, but eagerly awaits his joining.
The shade stops. And begins to shrink. Begins to change. Begins to materialize. The wings return to into its back, as does his tail and long neck. The silver tarnishes to become a deep, pitiless black. Hair grows from its head, which is becoming more like a humanoid. Although, it isn't hair, but dead vines and snakes. Finally, the figure finishes its metamorphosis.
It is Revlis Nogard.
"What is this?! Who are you?!"
Svent's only answer is a quick sword jab to his abdomen, made a blade made of what appears to be blackened salt. The wounds release terrible, acrid fumes that cause a horrific stench. As Svent falls to the ground, holding his wound, his eyes begin to shut, and his breathing stops.
Revlis turns towards Ascember, with a look of both pity and malice, and charges with his blade.
Khael 03-22-07 05:39 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"So another falls, his place in things taken by another. So be it."
So muttering and seeing the winged Revlis charge, leaps from the stair, to pummet to the ground...
Sorcen_Anenooata 03-31-07 09:43 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Sorcen announces to the minds of Ascember and Revlis, Khael is declared the winner of this match, Revlis has business to attend to elsewhere, sorry for the inconvenience.
Revlis bows to his opponent and gracefully fades from view as he does so.
OOC: I hope Revlis is ok with me running his characters for him in his absence and I can only hope that I have played them properly enough for his liking.
EDIT: Oops. I forgot about that. Thanks Gideon.
Gideon_Gideonson 03-31-07 09:46 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Spoiler:
Actually, Svent's dead. Revlis is lose now. :D
Khael 04-03-07 04:49 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Crashing into and though the 'ground', Ascember plungees into the water below, befroe pulling himself up, hearing Sorcen's words, he strides to Svent's body, before placing his right hand to it, to the clash of static lightning, as the body arches, before sitting, its features twisted into a new face, as Ascember walks out the arena, this new thing rising to follow...
OOC: Okay, I've left this arena (for now)... And before anyone asks, no Svent's sprit isn't destroyed, its just the FoD says nothing about the dead remains of character not being fair game...
Sorcen_Anenooata 02-16-07 11:43 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The terrain shifts once again and becomes dark soil and gets wetter. Dark muddy water slowly seeps through the soil and begins filling this area of the arena. Soon the land has transformed into swampland, there are a few ropebridges over the swampy water below and a few patches of ground that appear to be dry land. Snakes and alligators are seen swimming throughout the waters but appear calm at the moment.
Khael 02-16-07 11:58 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
AScember walks out into the arena looing up at the roaring crowd in the seats above, as he takes up his place at the end of one of the rope ladders.
As he await Svent's coming he places his hands together, palm-to-palm, apparently metal hand to grey flesh, a faint smile to what remains of his lips...
Revlis_Nogard 02-17-07 09:01 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent's herald is the sounds of bones cracking, as the fearsome monk can be seen cracking his knuckles and neck. He does some preliminary stretches, make a good effort to hit all of the major muscle groups. He sniffs the air for a few moments, and then turns to face his opponent. Svent then puts his hands together and makes a deep bow to his opponent.
"I admit, I'm pretty damn excited about this fight. It's the first time in a long time I haven't had to fight for the Council. Good luck."
Khael 02-17-07 09:35 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Luck? I've never had any faith in that. But the concept is there at least. On your guard..."
With that Ascember raises his fists to guard his head, taking a single step futher onto the bridge.
Revlis_Nogard 02-18-07 12:29 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Hmmm...looks like you've got a bit of decent training...let's see how well it's prepared you for someone like me."
Svent heedlessly charges across the rope bridge, his feet nimbly balanced so that he doesn't slip into the bog. Several feet before the place where Ascember stands, Svent leaps up into the air and makes a tremendous flying kick at his opponent.
Khael 02-19-07 04:41 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Svent leaps into his kick, Ascember already drops and rolls back onto 'solid' ground, hands planted as a shaft of earth drives up from between his hands, its tip on course to collide unerringly with Svent's outstretched leg.
Revlis_Nogard 02-19-07 10:22 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"GRRAAAHHH!!!"
The tip of the lance goes right through the flesh of Svent's leg, forcing him to stop the kick in the air. He slowly and painfully slides down to earth, leaving a red trail of blood as he falls. Once Svent hits ground, he snaps it in half, heaves it at Ascember, and gets up.
"Okay....that was...clever. I can see there isn't time for a warm-up. And that suits me just fine."
Svent leaps fowarding and begins to tumble towards Ascember. He moves in a twisted path, and it is extremely difficult for spectators to not only see where he his, but where his next move will be. When he reaches Ascember, he leaps up with both his feet extending at his foe's chest.
Khael 02-19-07 11:28 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
But his opponent is already up and running for the waters edge, where he places both hands to the ground, as the earth shifts and stretches out, forming a land bridge to the next closest landmass.
But Svent's feet find their mark, hurling Ascember backwards, sliding across the earthen ground of the newly formed bridge.
Revlis_Nogard 02-19-07 10:01 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Without missing a beat, Svent launches up into the air and brings his heel down to smash into Ascember.
Khael 02-20-07 07:16 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Svent comes down, Ascember rolls out from beneath him, the bridge surface giving way to Svent's heel-smash, as Ascember brings both hands down, a cylinder of earth catching him under the left hand, catapulting him out towards land, while under the right, there is a sudden sound of static as the entire bridge starts to shatter, starting from the point where his hand touched.
Revlis_Nogard 02-22-07 06:00 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As the bridge begins to fall apart, Svent bolts up into the air. His arms suddenly sprout a pair of strange, reptilian skin flaps. He begins to flap them up and down, and begins to take flight up into the air. Svent inhales, and a huge, billowing plume of flame flies towards Ascember, scorching the air and all of the matter that happens to be unfortunate to be in the way.
"Chew on this!"
OOC: I apologize for my absense. Busy couple of days. But it's all taken care of now.
Khael 02-23-07 05:06 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Smiling grimly at Svent, Ascember claps his hands together as the flames tip hits, and the air fills with the sound and feel of a static discharge, as Ascember comes into view, smoke billowing out from behind him as he rides the 'flame' into spiralling descent.
OOC: Good to hear...
Revlis_Nogard 02-25-07 11:19 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Upon seeing his opponent charge up the pillar of fire, svent only has one response: he holds out his leg, and points it diretly at Ascember, hoping that his opponent will make his own impact.
Khael 02-25-07 12:50 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
OOC
I think you've missed exactly what he did: Ascember's riding down ON the flame, snowboard style, not running up it
Watching his opponent up above him, Ascember complete his descent as he hits the ground and rolls, shattered fragments of concentrated flame flying, as he looks up to his opponent high above, places both hands together and plants them down on the ground... before twining pillars of earth rise up towards Svent, at breakneck speed...
Revlis_Nogard 02-28-07 03:08 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent looks down at the twin pillars of rock that are coming at him. He doesn't have much time, and he knows this, but somehow doesn't show any signs of fear.
"Okay, this battle is starting to get a little boring...mind if I kick it up a few age categories?"
He clenches his fists together and closes his eyes, and begins to shake. Suddenly, he opens his eyes, which now have become a pure silver.
"I CALL UPON MY GREAT ANCESTOR CAESINDREXUS, THE REAVER!!"
Upon saying this, a ghostly red dragon form seems to come from nowhere, screaming in some ancient draconic langauge, however anyone can hear that it is something horrible, like draconic swearing. It enters Svents body, only moments before the lances of earth collide with Svent, causing them both to shatter on impact and leaving a thick cloud of dust.
Without warning, a great roar can be heard from inside the cloud. The dust settles, and it can now be seen that the pillars have been stopped...with Svent's bare hands. The earth groans, as it wishes to continue on it's path, but it is stopped by Svent's wall of flesh. He kicks off the pillars and begins charging Ascember, his appearence now even more draconic than before.
Khael 02-28-07 04:36 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Looing up at the charging form, Ascember flashes a thin smile, "Age and ancestors don't matter that much to me i'm afraid. Not now, maybe not ever, I forget," before rising his hand together again, to a crackling flash of light and sound, as the air in front of him freezes, a great barrier of ice coming between Svent and himself, that fills itself with spikes of ice...
Revlis_Nogard 02-28-07 04:45 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"As if we would be even bothered with such tricks!"
Svent, his skin now red and scaly and his canine teeth now formed into fangs, charges through the ice storm. Each shard cuts him, however the wounds don't seem severe enough for him to notice, only superficial. He only dodges those that would cause a fatal injury; the other are simply not of concern. A precious few manage to make deeper wounds, however they seem to begin to heal themselves slightly to at least stop the bleeding.
Upon closing up to the ice wall, Svent simply rears back his left fist, which begins to glow a bright, intense red. He hammers into the wall, each impact steaming where the fist made contact. His knuckles begin to bleed, however the wall seems to give way before Svent does. Eventually, a loudCRACK is heard, and the wall shatters. Svent only stands, smiling.
"So, it would seem you are a master of the elements. But know this: Dragons are the paragons of the elements, and I can call their power as I see fit.
Your move..."
Khael 02-28-07 05:12 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
But he does not find Ascember behind the wall, instead, he finds a mighty humanoid figure of earth and stone swinging its granite fists at his head...
Revlis_Nogard 02-28-07 09:17 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent puts all of his strength into holding back one of the tremndous earthen fists, which he succeeds at. The other fist, however, knocks Svent flying across the arena. He's thrown clear into the bog, the water splashing all around. Suddenly, the water begins to bubble and boil. It begins to steam, and then, a huge deluge of scalding water erupts from where Svent entered the water. The monk now simply hovers above a huge hole where gallons of water should be; his eyes aflame and now all of his skin bright glows a bright red. His breath is smoke, and a large amount of blood seeps from his eyes and nose.
"Okay...that's more along the lines of what we were thinking...come on, friend...let's keep up the pace."
With that, Svent charges across the air--he isn't flying, but literally running on what seems to be thin air--and drop kicks his opponent directly in the chest, following the blow up with another stream of pure fire.
Khael 03-01-07 02:12 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent's kick plows into the earthen figure, sending earth and stone flying, as the steamo f ire cuts into it also, metling the same into liquid, liquid that rushes to entrap Svent...
Meanwhile about the two the water level of the bog seems to be lowering...
Revlis_Nogard 03-01-07 08:05 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Svent beings to be subsumed by the molten rock, he doesn't seem to show signs of fear, for reasons only known to him. At first, his hands and feet begin to be covered, however, once this happens, Svent spryly rolls out of the liquid into the ever-sinking bog, where a huge rush of steam comes up after cooling the rock...onto Svent's hands and feet. He doesn't appear to be unbalanced by the tremendous new weight at all, and assumes a stance of all-out defense.
Sorcen_Anenooata 03-02-07 09:50 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As the water level of the bog recedes, it reveals a multitude of creatures, from highly poisonous snakes to constrictors to crocodiles to frogs and toads. They see the cause of the loss of their habitat and begin moving towards the battling combatants hissing and snapping at them. Except for the frogs and toads, which run away through any means necessary, including hopping onto the combatants and springing off of them for added distance.
A large crocodile nears the legs of the Svent, already beginning to open its jaws in an attempt to bite him, just as a large constroctor begisn wrapping around Ascember's leg.
Khael 03-02-07 02:30 PM
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"Stop that" mutters Ascember as he reaches down with his right hand, as at his touch the constrictor's entire bodty spasms as blood pours from its mouth and suddenly opening wounds, and its head disintegrates, as static flashes. He then replaces his hand to the ground again, alone side its brother muttering to himself...
Meanwhile the earthern being tromps about on the ground, ediventally unwilling to go near the water, only for a bubbling mass to pass close by Svent, before rearing up, a huge wyrm of black mud and soiled water and smashing back into it's sinking domain, causing an eruption of water.
Revlis_Nogard 03-03-07 01:29 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent deftly turns and pounds the crocodile into a bloody, messy pulp with his fist now covered in rock. He switches focus to the new threat that has come out of the water. Upon seeing it, Svent appears to become enraged beyond all reason.
"YOU...WOULD MAKE A MOCKERY OF US?! HOW DARE YOU CREATE SUCH AN AFFRONT TO WYRMKIND!!!"
He leaps up and attacks the horrid creature, using his stone limbs to hammer into his foe as best as he can. However, the stone simply passes through the creature, as if it has no substance.
"Thank you Caesindrexus. But I feel that you can no longer help...I need Vuthasjack now..."
Svent's red skin color fades, and a dragonic form leaves Svent, still screaming it's profane yet inunderstandable curses. A black, slithering shade comes from behind him and joins itself with it's host.
"Yesssss....much better....we shall dessstroy you now..."
Svent's skin is now much, much darker, like a living shadow. The rocks that encased his hands begin to steam, and then simply fall off, the area where his hands and feet were are now coated in a thin film of green acid.
Khael 03-03-07 02:54 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The black-water wyrm's head rears up again as it lashes at Svent, while a second rises up behind to try and strike him from behind...
Meanwhile beyond the fight, Ascember roars out as static flashes and the earth unravels, whipping up to form long networks of stone whch lash up, plunging down to strike at Svent from afar...
Revlis_Nogard 03-04-07 09:15 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent closes his eyes and goes into a state of concentration. As the two heads come down to attack Svent, his skin begins to secrete a viscous green fluid that has a horribly acrid smell. When the two earthen monsters reach Svent, the fluid simply causes them to dissapate before they can make any true contact. The water and dirt simply fall to the ground before they can do any damage to Svent. He then opens his eyes and looks around to find his opponent.
Khael 03-06-07 06:59 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Svent destroys the two water-things, the stone columns slam down at him, as more earth from the arena surface rises up, encapulating the field, and lowering down to limit space above...
As he looks, Svent sees flashes of light to his east...
Revlis_Nogard 03-07-07 11:09 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As the columns slam down onto Svent's location, they fill the surrounding area with massive amounts of dust and debris. There is no sound or movement afterward, and as the debris clears, Svent's body is not there. It's as if he complete disappeared. That is, until a hand breaks the earth behidd Ascember, and Svent pulls himself from the earth. He tries to kick Ascember in the back of the head, in order to catch him off guard.
Khael 03-08-07 03:18 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Too slow!" As Ascember whips round under Svent's kick his right hand lashes out, passing Svent's body to a clash of thunder and lightning...
"Nothing can overcame fate, not even death, so whats yours?"
OOC
He just hit a dragon spirit, if you're wondering. Technically I'd be expecting destruction of whichever it was, but... I can't.
Revlis_Nogard 03-10-07 01:45 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The black shade falls from Svent. It slowly begins to disappate upon hitting the ground. Svent does not make a move, or a sound. He simply looks at the ground where it fell, and stands i silence for a few moments.
Then, without warning, Svent erupts into a whirlwind of violence. His speed is terrifying as he launches attack after attack at his foe. Even when one is blocked, it seems that seven more are coming in to strike.
"That....was a mistake."
Khael 03-10-07 03:53 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"So many have told me before, but still I stand."
As Svent's barrage falls Ascember's hands move like lightning weavnig as they block his strikes, before he drives his right hand at Svent's arm, seeking to grab it, as lightning flashes and static arcs...
Revlis_Nogard 03-12-07 11:39 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Ascember goes for Svent's arm, Svent maneuvers himself in a such a way that he grabs Ascember's instead, managing to put him in a quick limb-lock.
"Standing here, yes. However, I believe you'd be better off standing over there."
With that, Svent musters all the strength that he can, and heaves Ascember as far as he'll throw.
Khael 03-13-07 11:33 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Hurtlnig thoguh the air, Ascmber rolls on impact with the gorund, rising to one knee, as his hands clamp together, before slamming into the ground, with a rumble and the familar flashes, as the earth seems to come alive, great columns of stone punching up to meet the now descending 'ceiling', with steps extending up the lengths.
Revlis_Nogard 03-15-07 11:18 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent focuses his inner ki and focus, and makes a single blow against one of the giant stone pillars. He makes a huge dent, and and attempts to knock it over and cause a domino effect.
Khael 03-17-07 09:40 AM
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The pillar slowly cracks and keels over, taking another with it, as it smashes into the ground, a mighty hole appearing in the ground, as the surrounding floor starts to break up...
...While Ascember starts to run up one of the pillar-stairs, looking down at Svent.
Revlis_Nogard 03-21-07 06:05 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Svent looks at his opponent as he climbs the stairs he created. He closes his eyes for a moment, and ponders his next move.
"I'll admit, this fight has been fun. But, it's kind of boring now. I'd like to end this, although I've never tried summoning this one, I'd like you to be my test. I summon...
Revlis, the Silver! Founder of the Council!"
A pale, silver shade flies from some unseen location and glides towards Svent. However, it appears that there is something inherently flawed about it...it looks more like an abomination than dragon. Svent looks puzzled, but eagerly awaits his joining.
The shade stops. And begins to shrink. Begins to change. Begins to materialize. The wings return to into its back, as does his tail and long neck. The silver tarnishes to become a deep, pitiless black. Hair grows from its head, which is becoming more like a humanoid. Although, it isn't hair, but dead vines and snakes. Finally, the figure finishes its metamorphosis.
It is Revlis Nogard.
"What is this?! Who are you?!"
Svent's only answer is a quick sword jab to his abdomen, made a blade made of what appears to be blackened salt. The wounds release terrible, acrid fumes that cause a horrific stench. As Svent falls to the ground, holding his wound, his eyes begin to shut, and his breathing stops.
Revlis turns towards Ascember, with a look of both pity and malice, and charges with his blade.
Khael 03-22-07 05:39 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"So another falls, his place in things taken by another. So be it."
So muttering and seeing the winged Revlis charge, leaps from the stair, to pummet to the ground...
Sorcen_Anenooata 03-31-07 09:43 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Sorcen announces to the minds of Ascember and Revlis, Khael is declared the winner of this match, Revlis has business to attend to elsewhere, sorry for the inconvenience.
Revlis bows to his opponent and gracefully fades from view as he does so.
OOC: I hope Revlis is ok with me running his characters for him in his absence and I can only hope that I have played them properly enough for his liking.
EDIT: Oops. I forgot about that. Thanks Gideon.
Gideon_Gideonson 03-31-07 09:46 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Spoiler:
Actually, Svent's dead. Revlis is lose now. :D
Khael 04-03-07 04:49 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Crashing into and though the 'ground', Ascember plungees into the water below, befroe pulling himself up, hearing Sorcen's words, he strides to Svent's body, before placing his right hand to it, to the clash of static lightning, as the body arches, before sitting, its features twisted into a new face, as Ascember walks out the arena, this new thing rising to follow...
OOC: Okay, I've left this arena (for now)... And before anyone asks, no Svent's sprit isn't destroyed, its just the FoD says nothing about the dead remains of character not being fair game...
Silence and Venti vs Valroan and Tyrion
LostMage 03-19-07 08:57 PM
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In the center of the arena, a shimmering curtain of navy blue and pale green light apprears, shifting and waving mysteriously. Soon, the aurora parts, and an elf in the same navy blue steps out of the light. Slowly, the colors and lights fade, and gradually the aurora dissapears. The elf calmly takes stock of his surroundings, surveying the arena impassively. That is, until his eyes fall on the judge's box. For a second, Venti d'Sylph freezes, staring at Sorcen, a look of shock on his face. He blinks once, though, and prepares himself for the battle ahead.
Lord_Gareth 03-19-07 09:09 PM
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A patch of air begins to shimmer, slowly at first, but then furiously, as though heated intensely. The air itself bursts into flame, raging upwards in a towering spiral, before dispersing into the sky in a show of rage and hate. Standing at the center of a crater of glass is Valoran Galastini, the Butcher.
"I stand ready, Lord Sorcen. Tyrion should be here shortly."
Lord_Bahamut 03-19-07 09:47 PM
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A doorway of light beams into existence, and out steps Tyrion. He is dresssed in his traditional white robe, with simple wooden sandals and a light blue sash encircling his waist. Dawnlight is sheathed, hanging from his sash. Whiteoak sticks up from behind his shoulder from it's case. He strides over to Valoran and stands ready beside his steadfast friend.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, but I needed to think about what happened in the Jailhouse."
He crouches low in a fighting stance, his deadly hands held at the ready before him.
A coloumn of silver energy shoots down from the sky, and with a loud crack Silence forms from his own teleport spell. Striding up next to Venti, he mentally speaks with his ally.
So, you are my ally for this battle. Let us begin.
He raises a hand and sends a bolt of silvery lightning blasting out towards Tyrion and Valoran.
Lord_Gareth 03-19-07 09:49 PM
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Valoran calmly considers the bolt of energy streaking for him.
"I understand, my friend. But let us dwell in the now, while we fight."
Almost lazily, Valoran swats the lightning bolt aside, the energy streaking back towards its owner as his reverse counterspell takes effect. The War Mage draws his bow and nocks an arrow, one that Tyrion recognizes as Wrath.
"I suggest peaceful surrender."
Lord_Bahamut 03-19-07 11:11 PM
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The bolt of silvery energy streaks back towards Venti and Silence, and Silence steps in its path. The bolt slams into him, but his chest seems to ripple as the silvery lightning bolt is simply absorbed into him.
Fine. Try this.
Silence's left arm trembles, and then a strange looking gun, covered with shark-like fins and spines forms. It hums to life, red light glowing out of the barrel. With a high-pitched whine, it spits out a line of silvery-red balls of light.
The balls of light streak towards Tyrion and Valoran, and this time Tyrion counters. A wall of stone shoots up from the arena floor, blocking the path of the balls. The wall is engulfed in a blaze of fire and light as the balls hit it, and when the smoke clears the stone wall is nothing more than a puddle of molten lava. Tyrion draws arcane lines in the air, white fire tracing the path his fingers draw. A glowing rune hovers in the air when he finishes, and the a transparent, blue shield of energy flares to life around Tyrion and Valoran.
"Indeed. My mind cannot seem to rest, though. I believe something was put in my mind Valoran... And I intend to find out what. But as you said, let us finish this battle first."
Tyrion casts another spell, not needing to draw the rune this time. Both Tyrion and Valoran feel stronger, smarter, and faster. Valoran knows that when he fires Wrath he will be more accurate.
LostMage 03-20-07 08:02 PM
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As Silence materializes, Venti looks at him with slight distaste, but then shrugs: that's just how things are sometimes. He faces the opposing team and bows once to them both.
As Silence's assaults are negated, Venti sets a spell of his own on Tyrion and Valoran : "I assume you are prepared, sirs." Venti says with cool courtesy, as his magic begins to syphon off the heat from within the shield Tyrion created, moisture in the air crystalizing as the temperature drops.
Lord_Gareth 03-20-07 08:09 PM
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"Of course," Valoran replies, equally courteous, "It is refreshing to see a gentleman fight in this Arena. Allow me to introduce you to Wrath. Wrath, seek his blood."
Valoran lets the demon arrow fly, and it screams furiously, streaking towards Venti at speeds unmatched by god or mortal. But even as it flies, Valoran nocks another arrow, covered in raging black runes.
"And you, my telepathic friend, should be introduced to Ruin."
Valoran lets the arrow fly, streaking towards Silence, before dashing off to his left, reaching to nock two more arrows on his bow.
LostMage 03-20-07 08:20 PM
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Venti watches the arrow as it speeds towards him. A hair away from his forehead, he catches the screaming shaft between his palms. But before he can drop it, he yelps in dismay, and with an evil crackling, black flames erupt around his hands, leving angry red burns on them.
"Normally it's best to counter Wrath with calm," he says, polite yet wincing, "But there's always the exception." Holding his scorched hands aloft, a shower of tiny silver stars rushes towards Valoran.
Lord_Bahamut 03-20-07 11:34 PM
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Ruin streaks toward Silence, magic pulsing from it's shaft. The arrow is an inch in front of Silence's head when a hole simply opens up in Silence's head. Ruin passes straight through the hole, harmlessly zipping through Silence. Silence's green gaze focuses on Valoran.
Your bow cannot harm me.
Flicking a single finger at Valoran, a lance of ice materializes and streaks off towards him. Silence flicks a second finger, and a wave of acid rolls forth, the ground sizzling and popping as the scorching liquid washes over it.
Tyrion frowns at the separate spells, all aimed at Valoran. Running towards Venti, he throws up a wall of force in front of Venti's spell to try and block it from reaching Valoran. Not looking back to see if he was successful or not, he tumbles around behind Venti and lashes out at his foe's unprotected back. His fists blur as he uses a secret monk technique to try and stun Venti.
LostMage 03-22-07 07:53 PM
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The magic missiles Venti fired swerve around the invisible wall, still flying towards their target. Venti catches sight of Tyrion, and whips around quickly, but not fast enough to avoid the monk's incapacitating blow, struck hard in the stomach, and a prickling, pins-and-needles sensation spreads from the point of impact.
Eyes watering, Venti nods in appreciation of Tyrion's speed, unable to move enough to direct any magic in retaliation as his arms fall limply to his sides.
Lord_Bahamut 03-22-07 09:23 PM
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Tyrion nods back with a smile and leaps into the air. Using his own momentum to spin, he unleashes a full roundhouse kick into Venti's face.
Silence regards Venti and Tyrion, then simply turns away towards Valoran. He walks straight through Tyrion's wall of force, which is dispelled as soon as Silence touches it. As Silence nears Valoran, both of his hands melt and reform into weapons. His left hand is an enourmous morningstar with dozens of cruel spikes and barbs; his right a longsword with a serrated edge. Silvery flames flare around both of them as the construct suddenly leaps forward to swing his ginormous morningstar and his smaller, faster longsword.
LostMage 03-22-07 09:32 PM
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Able to just lean forward a few inches, Venti keeps his jaw from being smashed, but takes a jarring blow to his right shoulder with a sickening crack, and the frail elf is knocked several yards across the arena. "Not many can keep up with the reflexes of a d'Sylph. You must have trained long and hard," Venti says as he picks himself up. He winces: his right arm is clearly out of commission for the time being, blood trickling from his sleeve, "But was it long enough to evade this?" he says. Flinging his left arm skyward, a bolt of silvery lightning comes hurtling down from the heavens to stirke Tyrion, the arena reverberating with the bass thunder.
Lord_Bahamut 03-22-07 10:55 PM
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Tyrion looks up just in time to see the bolt of lightning slam down from the sky. Tossed high into the air, Tyrion hits the ground with a heavy thud. He groans as he pushes himself up from the sandy arena floor, and brushes off his robe irritably. His white hair stands on end from static electricity, and a small bead of blood trickles down his chin. He smoothes his hair and wipes the blood from his chin before he speaks.
"I have indeed trained for many years, Master d'Sylph. I am fast, yes, but it is only one of my strengths."
Gesturing broadly, a powerful wind sweeps around Tyrion, whipping his robes as it picks up sand and dust from the arena. Tyrion rises into the air, standing atop this pillar of roaring wind, and his eyes flash like fire. He throws a hand out at Venti, and a lightning bolt of giant proportions blasts out from his pointing finger. The roar of thunder ripples the air itself as the bolt of surging electricity crosses the arena in the blink of an eye.
Gideon_Gideonson 03-23-07 09:04 AM
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OOC
If Sorcen doesn't like this, consider it gone.
Around the fighters the arena turns to silver metal, which rises up into an immense structure of twisted alleys, hanging bridges, and distorted buildings The laws of physics seem to barely apply, and it soon becomes apparent that gravity has been reduced to a fraction of its original strength.
And then the arena explodes with light and confusion...each combatant appears thousands, if not millions of times in the blinding chaos...for the entire structure is composed of mirrors.
LostMage 03-23-07 10:38 PM
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Leaping up lightly, Venti flies upwards, level with Tyrion, the bolt of lightning shattering the mirrors below him. "An impressive discharge, sir!" Venti says respectfully. Floating a few feet away from Tyrion, he begins to move his good arm in complicated circles...
Lord_Bahamut 03-25-07 01:40 PM
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The bolt of lightning continues past Venti all the way to the arena wall, smashing a path through the mirrors. Tyrion sees Venti casting a spell, but which Venti is the real one? Lines of fire spring from his hands as he takes his best shot at what he thinks is the real Venti.
LostMage 03-25-07 04:21 PM
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Bolts of flame hitting mirrors, each one cracking as the glass heats and expands, Venti completes his spell, summoning a field-encompassing blizzard, snow and shards of ice whirling from the red sky of the Baator.
Lord_Gareth 03-25-07 05:41 PM
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Valoran calmly sheathes his bow as Silence approaches him, drawing his longsword. When he actually sees the size of the morningstar coming at him, he decides, rightly, to dodge instead, blinking backwards in a dimension door spell. And then, all of a sudden, mirrors are everywhere.
"How...breakable. Kolkira INVOCARI!"
The shout rips through the new battlefield, full of sonic force, and sends the mirror's into powdered glass as the gale force sends even that flying towards Silence. Smiling, Valoran rips his hand through the air, and flame streaks to melt the powder into very hot -and very painful - slag, flying at the golem.
Gideon_Gideonson 03-25-07 05:52 PM
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ooc
Poor mirror city...:D
Anyway, I've decided that the terrain is more active in this battle, due to an up and coming revelation I have planned, so for now...
A deep, low pitched rumble fills the arena, and the floor buckles. The silver buildings sink slowly back into the ground, which then in turn sinks further, becoming less and less solid, until the combatants stand knee deep in bog-mud. Heavy mists swirl up, and twisted and blackened trees block out the light. All that illuminates the arena are a few weak lights from tiny moving dots of brilliance throughout the swamp.
Lord_Bahamut 03-25-07 06:52 PM
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The molten slag washes over Silence, and covers it in a blanket of flame and debris. Only the tip of the longsword escapes the flaming surge. The tip of the longsword suddenly shivers like water being blown on by the wind. The very tip, just a few inches of silvery metal, then explodes outward in a flash of silvery light. When the light fades, Silence is standing next to the pool of molten glass. His hands are normal hands again.
Your spells are ineffective against me.
Waving his right hand, the molten glass heats up again, and swirls together to form a vaguely humanoid shape. The molten glass golem charges toward Valoran, swinging it's fiery fists. Silence the waves his left hand, and from the icicles flying through the air he creates a like golem, this one comprised of ice. It too charges at Valoran. Sielnce leaps forward with his own dimension door spell, his hands once more forming the morningstar and longsword.
The icy einvironment doesn't slow Tyrion down, although the swamp does. Throwing his hands out in a wide arc, he sends a wave of acid hissing out across the arena, sweeping toward where Venti's spell originated and where Tyrion believes Venti to be.
Lord_Gareth 03-25-07 07:01 PM
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Valoran doesn't retreat this time; the longsword whips up to parry the morningstar, and a pulse flashes through the blade as the war mage channels his spell through it, a spell of destruction designed specifically for constructs. He drops his polite facade, hissing his hatred as he pulls back and whips the blade to intercept his opponent's longsword.
"We will see about that, fool. I grow tired of your boasting. If I cannot destroy you directly, then I shall do so indirectly."
Silence's golems reach the war mage, and he almost blithely touches them, shattering them into their component parts as destruction rips into them. Valoran's smile becomes a predatory expression of malice, and he gestures at the swamp below Silence.
And it heats intensely as it turns to lava.
Confident that his maneuver will slow the golem, Valoran teleports to Tyrion's side.
"Need some help, old friend?"
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By the way, the spells he's casting are Inflict Critical Damage
Lord_Bahamut 03-25-07 08:26 PM
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Tyrion pulls a foot out from the swamp as Valoran teleports next to him. His foot comes free with a loud slurping noise.
"Not really old friend. It's just this swamp is so sticky and thick. I think it's pulled off one of my sandals!"
He lifts his foot up to his face and sure enough, the mud has sucked away his sandal. Tyrion wipes some mud off disgustedly from his leg and then seems to step onto an invisible step as he yanks his other leg from the ground. He growls in frustration as his other sandal is left in the mud too.
"I had just made those, too! Oh well, it was just a sandal. Or two sandals, I should say."
A couple of gallons of water spontaneously appear in midair and splash over the monk's feet, cleaning off the mud. He stands up and turns to where he thought Venti was.
"Have you seen Master d'Sylph? It seems he's given me the slip. Ah, I'll have to-- Look out!"
Silence could feel the lava melting his legs as he sank deeper into the swamp. But the construct was stronger than Valoran thought, and easily stepped out from the lava and into the swamp. His feet automatically reform as he leaves the lava. His gaze settles on Tyrion and Valoran chatting amiably a few hundred feet away, and his eyes narrow to slits. His whole form ripples, and then melts away into the swamp. Beneath the murky water, Silence glides silently in the form of an ochre jelly towords Valoran and Tyrion. Coiling insidiously a few feet behind them, his form suddenly bursts from the mud and gunk as a huge silver-scaled black dragon, acid spewing everywhere as Silence tries to bite the two of them in half with his mighty jaws.
LostMage 03-27-07 08:43 PM
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As the wave of acid rushed towards Venti, he throws both hands forward, and a sharp gust of wind forces the snow aside, revealing the slender elf. It splatters the acid back towards it's originator, with a volley of keen slivers of ice.
Lord_Bahamut 03-27-07 10:16 PM
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Time seems to move slowly for Tyrion. The wave of acid Venti turned back on him is rushing forward along with the ice shards, and Silence's own acidic attack was thundering down along with Silence's draconic jaws. So the monk did what instinct told him to do. Throwing his hands out from him, the air seems to ripple like thunder without the boom. Swamp muck splashes away from him and Valoran in a circular wave as an invisible force shoves outward. Acid and ice blast over Tyrion and Valoran, but they seem to be held back by an invisible force. Silence can fit his massive jaws around the invisible bubble, but his gigantic teeth can't seem to pierce the invisible bubble. Tyrion, his hands still outstretched, growls out to Valoran,
"I can't hold this for long. It will block anything from getting in, but it also blocks anything from getting out. Think of something to get distract Venti. I know what to do about Silence. But hurry, I can only hold this a few more seconds!"
Sweat pops out on his brow, and his arms begin to tremble as the magic energies trying to break through begin to overcome the magic.
Silence gnaws and chews on the invisible globe furiously, trying to pop it with sheer strength. He casts out a telepathic thought to Venti.
Ready your spells. They cannot hold for long, and your spells will not harm me.
LostMage 03-29-07 08:10 PM
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"Very well then, sir" Venti calls to Silence. Raising his hands above his head, he brings them sweeping down, and arcs of navy electricity start to fizzle in the water beneathe the bubble of energy. Discharging harmlessly against Silence, the dark blue sparks slowly rise in intensity and frequency, yet still blocked by the shield... for now.
Lord_Gareth 04-01-07 08:28 PM
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"Very well old friend. This should distract him nicely."
Valoran snaps his fingers almost nonchalantly, and Venti is assailed by a thousand screaming voices, a psychic dagger in his mind as their desperate pleas for help tug this way and that on his soul.
"Very distracting."
Lord_Bahamut 04-01-07 08:37 PM
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"Thanks. Watch the lightning in the water. Ugh...I can't hold this any longer..."
The protective shield pops like a soap bubble and several things happen at once. Like a coiled snake, Tyrion leaps out of the mud and spins to face Silence. The construct's jaws begin to close around Tyrion and Valoran, but Tyrion strikes first. Lashing out with a single fist, the very air itself seems to gather around Tyrion. It strikes out along with Tyrion's fist, and the resulting concussion blasts out and sends waves of swamp water twenty feet high away from Tyrion. Silence is hurled high into the air, where he reverts back to his normal form in shock. Silence's body is dented in the chest, and silvery liquid drips from small cracks in his body. The blue electricity surges forward inthe remaining water, as Tyrion lands lightly on his feet. All this happens in less than two seconds.
Silence flies high into the air, stunned by the force of Tyrion's blow. He flips backward and stands on his feet in midair. His green eyes form slits as he gazes down on Tyrion.
You'll pay for that.
Pointing a finger at Tyrion, and ray of raging red and yellow flames as wide as a horse is long blasts toward Silence's opponent. The very air itself seems to catch on fire as the ray roars down on Tyrion and Valoran.
LostMage 04-02-07 05:53 PM
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As the bubble pops, the lightning goes from small arcs to thick, brilliant flares of electricity, crakling out towards anyone within a stone's throw of the spot where the barrier had been.
However, Venti is utterly unable to watch his see his handiwork, as the terrible sounds of torment reach a throbbing crecendo. Staggering under the weight of their need, and even more under his inability to help them, he collapses into the water of the swamp with a small splash.
Lord_Bahamut 04-03-07 01:30 AM
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Tyrion's mucles go rigid as the electriciy courses through him, his white hair standing on end as sparks jump around him. The spell ends, and Tyrion sags to the ground, looking up just in time to see the bolt of flame hit him in the face. A massive explosion hurls him backward so hard he smashes straight through a swamp tree and deep into the muck. He groans, and slowly gets up. Mud covers him from head to foot, and his chest and arms are severely burned. But then a light kindles in his pain-filled eyes. The light of insanity.
"I have suffered enough! Let the wrath of my mind consume you!"
Tyrion flings his charred hands out, and arcane energy lances away from him in seemingly random directions. The arena seems slowly to be pulled into his insanity, and soon the swamp around him is a roiling mass of energy. Multicolored beams of light blast into the other combatants, but Silence takes most of the brunt of Tyrion's mad rage. Lightning thunders down around Tyrion hurling clods of dirt high into the air. The swamp water spontaneously combusts, rivers of flame snaking away from the monk. Flights of whirling blades zip to and fro, slicing everyone, even Valoran. Then a beam of brilliant purple energy screams out from Tyrion's forhead, madness incarnate. The ray strikes the construct in the chest, and to the horror of everyone in the arean reflects off of his silvery frame and shoots back at Tyrion! Tyrion doesn't bother to move, still flinging arcane energy about with abandon. The purple beam hits him, and there is a flash of purple light. From this flash the swamp transforms into all manner of things, from rivers of frozen air, to mountains of lava ripping up from the ground. Strange beasts appear and disappear with the sound of popping popcorn, sometimes for only a moment, other times long enough to take swings at the other combatants. Raw insanity then belches forth in a wave of destructive energy, swallowing everything that touches it.
Silence watchess emotionless as Tyrion is consumed by his own spell. The purple wave of energy washes over him, and though he tries to avoid it, he isn't fast enough. It tears through him scattering chunks of silvery metal across the arean floor.
Lord_Gareth 04-05-07 08:36 AM
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Ragged, bleeding, and burned, Valoran cannot summon the power to stop Tyrion's assault. He does the best he can do - avoids it. The warmage blinks out of existence as the wave reaches him, reforming in the aftermath before rushing to his friend's side.
"Tyrion! Say something, old friend! SAY SOMETHING!"
LostMage 04-05-07 11:21 AM
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Ouch. Not a good time to be face-down in the swamp water...
Floating above Tyrion and Valoran, Venti looks down, supported by a large air elemental. He winces, his robes charred, and his face cut in several places. "Will he be well enough to continue?" the elf says to Valoran. Although his voice is cool, his concern is evident.
Lord_Bahamut 04-05-07 08:55 PM
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Tyrion lies facedown in the mud, not moving. It seems that he is dead, yet when Valoran and Venti take a closer look, they find that something is not right. Waves pulse out from Tyrion, much like heat waves rising from hot metal. Valoran and Venti know that Tyrion, instead of being dead, is very much alive. But something is going on inside Tyrion...
Tyrion stands in the blackness of his mind, head swiveling back and forth. His insanity was out there, waiting to strike.
"Come, I know you're out there. Let's finish this now. Rotten beast, I know you are only a figure of my mind! Let me purge you, so I can be whole once again!"
Then a second Tyrion appears from the blackness. His robes are purple, his skin purple, everything purple. But his form wavers, as if it wasn't quite there. Then it speaks.
"Yooouuu aaaaaareee nnnooot imgainnninggg thingsssss, fooooool. I wassss ssssennnt by thhhhheee Keeeeeperrrrr to dessssstrooooy yooouuu. Eeeevennn iffff I diiiiieeee, thhheeee Keeeeperrrr will ssssstilll haaaave yooouuu in hisssss grrrasssp."
Tyrion's fists clench, and he growls at the apparition.
"You lie! I know the ways of the Keeper! Deceiving, lying wretch! You seek only to unseat my stability, my belief that you are nothing! Vile worm, I shall destroy you!"
Tyrion leaps forward, white robe flying as he lashes out at his own mind. Insanity, as skilled as he is, fights back, and the two fight through the corners of Tyrion's mind. Insanity summons memories out of depths of Tyrion's mind, memories of the Jailhouse and it's cursed inhabitants. Tyrion counters, bringing up the memory of escaping the Jailhouse. The two Tyrion's use memories as much as fists as they fight, trying to unstabilize the other and gain an advantage. Both know it will only take one punch to destroy the other.
The pieces of Silence twitch in the swamp. They glow silvery in the muck, then float silently towards each other, and soon Silence is reformed.
Lord_Bahamut 04-08-07 01:26 AM
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The arena repairs itself, the swamp bubbling up again. Silence kneels on one knee, his silvery frame scorched. He looks up at Tyrion, Venti, and Valoran, and makes his decision. Letting a telepathic screech tear through his enemies minds, Silence leaps high into the air. His arms merge together into a seamless whole, and writhe and transform into a large cannon. Blue energy is drawn out of the air as the gun charges, and an ominous hum echoes through the arena. The gun belches forth a beam of bright blue energy that screams down on the other three combatants like a ray of death. The blue beam hits the ground, and a blinding explosion fills the arena.
Lord_Gareth 04-08-07 09:29 AM
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Or, it would have. But Silence has made one very fatal mistake. He has angered someone who has seen the worst that can possibly happen.
"Golkinaboror oroboro gigbratsotha vexthata kili tra invocari ignis roto wilsalle poloto trilavitragopi -"
The chant continues, but even the half-formed magic swats aside the beam as though it were an annoying child. The look of rage in Valoran's eyes has no mercy, no pity, and no remorse. The Butcher is back again.
Lord_Bahamut 04-08-07 03:58 PM
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Silence's telepathic laughter echoes across the arena.
Finally, a challenge! I shall relish your destruction, human.
Silence begins casting his own spell, eldritch energy sparkling around him. Rings of light encircle his metal fists as he mocks Valoran.
Oh? Are you angry? I would say I am sorry, but you will need to defeat me first. And that will not happen.
Lord_Gareth 04-08-07 05:51 PM
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"Kokoko ghat ghat sonctu namathras oliem yolo wrewtha quento -"
Valoran's spell continues as he blithely ignores Silence. The energy gathering is making the air tense, streatching the fabric of magic thinner and thinner as he becomes an eldritch weight on reality.
"Yhigo knitra blokno hobrath werl ZIVOLORO HEVA!"
There is a sound that defies human comprehension, but may be most likened to a thunderclap. Near Silence, the air rends, the molecules actually fleeing to escape whatever horrible fate awaits Valoran's unfortunate victim.
"You. Have. Been. Judged."
The razor-edged yellow portal opens, and the horrid sounds of shrieking and battle come from the other side. All at once, appendages of all sorts, magical and mundane, reach through to take Silence.
"You will suffer for this. You will suffer."
Lord_Bahamut 04-08-07 08:48 PM
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Be warned that Silence is a big fish to try and catch.
The reaching tentacles and arms wrap around Silence, but his form simply melds around them, leaving them grasping at thin air. Silence waves his hands at the portal, and it snaps shut.
I will suffer? Ha. I suffer nothing. Have you destroyed worlds? Have entire armies and fleets of battleships crumbled at your touch? I thought not. You are in over your head, human. I cannot die. I have never lived.
With the tone of a clock tolling the last hour if the day, Silence smashes his hands together. The sound of the tone echoes across the stadium, the air rippling as time warps. Silence crosses his arms, and blood drips down off of them.
Surprise.
LostMage 04-09-07 02:35 PM
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"Levanter, see to the man." Venti commands his air elemental curtly. It swoops towards Tyrion, and rolls him over to get his face out of the thick muck of the swamp. Angry light gleams in Venti's navy eyes: "Machine, what are you doing? We can wait until both our opponents are prepared. Stand down."
Cold fury is plain in the elf's voice.
Lord_Gareth 04-09-07 03:22 PM
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Valoran lets go of the corpse in his hand, a demon he had hastily summoned to take Silence's blow.
"You underestimate me, fool. You make empty boasts as though you were the only one capable of such things. There is a reason I am called the Butcher."
A dark tongue, one that should not be spoken or written by the tongues of men or any other race, pours from his lips. In his mind, Silence hears Valoran's wrathful voice.
I never had any intention of slaying you. You will be Unmade.
Lord_Bahamut 04-10-07 08:25 PM
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So Silence's monlogue about the future depends on how you look at it. In my games, I've ruled as a DM that time travel backwards is fine, since things have already happened. But time travel forwards is nigh impossible because of the things that could happen. For instance, Valoran could very well whoop Silence's ass right now. But what if he doesn't? That's why Silence is so confident and arrogant, because no one knows for sure what the future will hold. And if the Silence in the arena now dies, then it's just as likely that another Silence from the future will come back for revenge.
Silence's green eyes flick from Valoran to Venti and back again.
This is a battle, Master d'Sylph. I do not recall the judges demanding the match be paused because one combatant was a fool. And I am not a machine. Construct is the correct word, mage. Machines cannot even be compared to me.
Silence reaches up into the air as if grasping something. A giant hand made of swamp muck and rock reaches out of the mud and tries to wrap itself around Valoran. He speaks to the warmage as his spell looms beneath his foe.
Unmake me? Pah. You can try. But you will only fail. Oh yes, you may very well destroy me. But I am of the future, warmage. I will only come back to haunt you again.
Tyrion is tired. Will this specter ever rest? His mind is numb from the barrage of mental attacks and memories. Tyrion is at the breaking point. Insanity appears again, lashing out with a double kick. Tyrion ducks underneath the attack, and slices upward with a lightning fast chop. But he hits only air as the Keeper's minion whisks itself away.
"Iiiiit wiiiillll onnnnlyyy beee a maaaaterrr offf tiiimeeee....."
Lord_Bahamut 04-14-07 01:48 AM
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GRAAAH!! Fine, I'll double post. Maybe one of you (Lord Gareth, I'm staring at YOU!) will reply!
"No."
The word tolls like a bell through Tyrion's mind.
"No."
Insanity comes rushing in once more, but Tyrion doesn't move. Purple eyes bore into the monk as the creature draws closer.
"No."
A clawed hand reaches out, balling into a fist, ready to smash Tyrion into oblivion.
"NO!"
The arena is suddenly bathed in white light which radiats from Tyrion. The light dims slightly, and Tyrion and Insanity can be made out. Tyrion is standing in the swamp, a physical manifestation of Insanity next to him. Looking closer, everyone can see that Tyrion is holding Insanity's arms with his hands, muscles straining. Then the monk slowly bends the apparition's arms up high in the air. Fear flashes across the face of Tyion's double, the first emotion it has shown. With a terrible ripping sound, Tyrion wrenches his arms violently down. The apparition only growls as its arms are torn away by the fury-filled monk. The arms turn into harmless ectoplasm and melt onto the ground.
"Now you die."
Tyrion draws back a fist, and it ignites with green flame. His punch is so fast, so powerful, that it breaks the sound barrier and sends a sonic boom whipping across the arena. Tyrion's hand is suddenly inside the apparition. It looks at the monk in horror as Tyrion slowly draws out a purple beating heart. Locking gazes with his tormentor, Tyrion crushes it to a pulp in one strong fist. Insanity throws its bead back and screams. Visual waves of magic burst outward, throwing Tyrion and the others to the ground. Insanity begins to crumble at the edges, and soon his body is laced with cracks. Still screaming, it breaks apart into shards, which fade away. Tyrion stands up, chest heaving in and out as ectoplasm drips from his clenched fist.
"It is done."
He turns to Silence.
"And now it is your turn."
Tyrion's form crackles and flexes. His skin takes on a silver sheen as scales bubble up to his skin. His teeth elongate into fangs, his finger- and toenails into claws. Wings burst from his back, and a tail snakes down between his legs. His form grows. He falls on his hands as his neck lengthens. His face streches out and his mouth fills with sword-like teeth. Soon his transformation is complete. Where Tyrion once was, a great and majestic silver dragon now stands. Tyrion pins Silence in place with a glare of hatred, then engulfs him in a cone of frost icy enough to freeze the very air. Silence is encased in ice, and falls to the ground, frozen and immobile.
Silence squirms in the ice as best he can. Cracks lace through the ice, and chunks begin to fall away. It is obvious that it will only be a few more moments before he breaks free to get revenge on Tyrion.
LostMage 04-14-07 12:00 PM
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"Well, I suppose that leaves no doubt as to whether you're fit to continue," Venti says. "Again, good luck to you both" he says, and wastes no more time in attacking, sending a rapidly expanding curtain of carackling auroral light rushing towards both Tyrion and Valoran.
Lord_Bahamut 04-15-07 02:49 AM
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A bubble of divine energy encircles Tyrion and Valoran. Where Venti's spell touches it, the spell simply dissolves.
Tyrion growls. Venti can tell he's p***ed off, and isn't his most rational self right now. He knows for sure when a beam of hissing green energy lances toward Venti, the air desintegrating around it.
LostMage 04-18-07 06:31 PM
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Which Venti dodges neatly, side stepping the ray with a half-turn. Aware that breaking Tyrion's shield would be dangerous without any backup, he instead focuses another flare of shifting blue-and-green light at the ice encasing Silence.
Lord_Gareth 04-18-07 09:40 PM
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((Alright, for those of you who aren't me, this is Valoran's endgame against constructs. If this can't affect Silence (and Silence would have to be, erm, ALIVE for that to happen), nothing can. He's literally unbinding Silence's existence - blotting out the little piece of reality that happens to contain him.))
Valoran ignores the hand as it envelops him, the chant continuing. The black tongue that pours from his lips is still clearly audible from inside his casing of muck, and it is painful to simply hear it. As he continues his incantation, the muck and grime forming his prison falls away, less than ash, less than the tiniest fragments of existence.
And all at once, the chant reaches a crescendo, the warmage releasing a single word that refuses to stay in the minds of those who hear it, lest they lose their sanity in a way that cannot be described. Silence is encompassed in an enigmatic field, one that cannot be seen but is nonetheless precisely defined around him, and the construct can feel the threads of being unraveling as Valoran's words undo the multiverse around him. Weary, but smiling triumphantly, the warmage raises his bow again to face Venti.
Lord_Bahamut 04-18-07 11:19 PM
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Tyrion drops the screen of energy protecting him and Valoran with a thought. Breathing in deeply, he blasts a frigid wave of ice at Venti. But to everyone's surprise, the ice is laced with real fire and bursts of inky black acid. The acid draws in light like a vacuum, powering itself and the other elements as it roars down on Venti.
Silence snarls as reality around him breaks up.
No! You're coming with me!
And he reaches out one silver hand, the metal corroding and flaking away to reveal the naked magic powering Silence beneath. Rays of magic reach out to Valoran, transforming the energy of the spell into a barrage of silver flame. Holes in reality crumble away to leave yawning blackness as the flames spear through the air, all aimed at Valoran.
It's not over! I will come baaaaccc-kkkkk...
Silence keels over and crumbles into fine silver dust which scatters across the arena, his words cut off as he is destroyed.
LostMage 04-19-07 06:03 PM
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"Bebotherment." Venti says dryly as Silence is consumed by the hungry void. He makes a slight bow to Valoran for his spellwork, but snaps up as soon as he senses Tyrion's attack. In one motion, the elf makes a complete turn, and with the same motion swings a slim, long ebony staff at the oncoming projectiles, and as if blown backwards, the shards of ice rush backwards, towards their originator.
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O.K., I confess: I couldn't work out how to fit in the post that Sylph's Staff is kept in otherspace, so I put it here.
Lord_Bahamut 04-20-07 10:36 PM
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The screen of divine energy rises up once more, and like a deadly tennis match sends Tyrion's original attack back again towards Venti.
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So this "divine screen" I've been talking to is similar to the Sacred Shield (I think that's what it's called) special ability in the Sacred Warder of Bahamut PrC in Draconomicon. It's basically a shield that nothing can pass through coming in, but attacks can go out from inside it. Only the Profane Blast special ability of another Tiamat PrC (can't remember the name) can break through it.
Lord_Gareth 04-21-07 07:47 AM
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With the flames racing at him, the warmage had done the only thing that he could think of - cast. The dimension door bought him some time as the fire devoured the air between him and itself, seeking him like a bloodhound. Running full on now, leaping from tree to tree as the meager space between him and death shortened, the warmage drew another arrow from his quiver, a plain black arrow with a single rune on the tip.
His Death Arrow.
Panicking, he screamed the incantation for a spell of speed, racing ahead of the flame as he nocked and aimed the arrow. But the warmage was running out of trees. With one last brilliant idea, the warmage lets fly at Venti before leaping into the air, a dimension door already forming in front of him as his sword clears the scabbard.
The warmage comes back into view swordfirst, the longsword scything in at Venti as he steps through aggressively, needing to press his opponent hard and fast if it was to work.
LostMage 04-21-07 11:02 AM
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With several attacks closing in on him, Venti breathes deeply, then springs into action: he swings his staff again, reflecting Tyrion's assault, this time at the death arrow speeding towards him, where both magics slam into one another with a sonorous boom. However, focused as he is on the projectiles, he makes a fatal mistake: he loses sight of Valoran.
His eyes widen in shock as he twists around to find himself facing a crippling blow from the warmage's blade, gashing his stomach. But before Valoran can land another blow, he finds himself having to contend with a sudden blast of wind: Levanter.
Lord_Gareth 04-21-07 03:08 PM
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Valoran is blasted back as the air elemental slams into him, but the warmage is smiling. Picking himself up swiftly, he barks out a single hasty word and gestures idly, a brushing movement. A large green hand materializes in front of Venti and Levantar, making the same motion with much more force, a large slap meant to blast them back.
Straight into Silence's flames.
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An invention of a player in my campaign, who named it in honor of the other Bigby's Hand spells, allow me to present Bigby's B*tch-Slapping Hand
Lord_Bahamut 04-21-07 06:20 PM
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Almost as if they were alive, the silvery flames twist around Venti and Levanter, burning away the air but not harming either of them. The rays of fire home in on Valoran, and suddenly the magic in the area goes dead. The rays of fire keep on coming as Silence's final curse before destruction takes effect. The rays of flame howl malevolently as they burst into hundreds of fine, finger thin beams of silver fire. Like a swarm of flaming thread, they form a whirlpool of light and fire that begins to constrict around Valoran, who is still in a dead-magic area.
Valoran's desperate moves unknowingly set Venti and Levanter up perfectly for a counter from Tyrion. The dazed Venti and Levanter are unprepared as Tyrion drops down from a hundred feet above, trying to crush them under his massive weight.
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Bigby's B*tch-Slapping Hand, I love it!
Lord_Gareth 04-21-07 06:28 PM
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The following assumes that, as I am guessing, those "flames" are lasers
With the fire dancing around him and his magic clearly cut off, Valoran bows his head, not from surrender, but to think. The muck around his legs wouldn't be deep enough - or cold enough - to stop this attack, and the flames knew it. They were toying with him, constricting him. And they were so bright, almost as it -
Wait. Could that be it?
Moving quickly, the warmage reaches into his pocket and pulls out the one object that may have a hope of saving him.
His hand mirror.
As the silver threads come near him, he flashes the mirror into them, and surely enough, the beams deflect off of its surface. Whipping the mirror about in a frenzied dance of parrying, the warmage locks out all other thoughts, confident that he can keep this defense up until Tyrion thinks of a way to save him.
LostMage 04-21-07 07:26 PM
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Venti is the first to recover his composure, pushing off the ground with his good arm, and flying out from under the dragon and landing feather-lite a few yards away. Levanter, however, dosen't have the time to move, and winks back to the Elemental Plane of Air.
Whipping his hand reflexively at Tyrion, a streak of blazing white flame rushes towards the dragon, a spear of starfire conjured from some distant, ancinet reach of space.
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In the center of the arena, a shimmering curtain of navy blue and pale green light apprears, shifting and waving mysteriously. Soon, the aurora parts, and an elf in the same navy blue steps out of the light. Slowly, the colors and lights fade, and gradually the aurora dissapears. The elf calmly takes stock of his surroundings, surveying the arena impassively. That is, until his eyes fall on the judge's box. For a second, Venti d'Sylph freezes, staring at Sorcen, a look of shock on his face. He blinks once, though, and prepares himself for the battle ahead.
Lord_Gareth 03-19-07 09:09 PM
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A patch of air begins to shimmer, slowly at first, but then furiously, as though heated intensely. The air itself bursts into flame, raging upwards in a towering spiral, before dispersing into the sky in a show of rage and hate. Standing at the center of a crater of glass is Valoran Galastini, the Butcher.
"I stand ready, Lord Sorcen. Tyrion should be here shortly."
Lord_Bahamut 03-19-07 09:47 PM
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A doorway of light beams into existence, and out steps Tyrion. He is dresssed in his traditional white robe, with simple wooden sandals and a light blue sash encircling his waist. Dawnlight is sheathed, hanging from his sash. Whiteoak sticks up from behind his shoulder from it's case. He strides over to Valoran and stands ready beside his steadfast friend.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, but I needed to think about what happened in the Jailhouse."
He crouches low in a fighting stance, his deadly hands held at the ready before him.
A coloumn of silver energy shoots down from the sky, and with a loud crack Silence forms from his own teleport spell. Striding up next to Venti, he mentally speaks with his ally.
So, you are my ally for this battle. Let us begin.
He raises a hand and sends a bolt of silvery lightning blasting out towards Tyrion and Valoran.
Lord_Gareth 03-19-07 09:49 PM
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Valoran calmly considers the bolt of energy streaking for him.
"I understand, my friend. But let us dwell in the now, while we fight."
Almost lazily, Valoran swats the lightning bolt aside, the energy streaking back towards its owner as his reverse counterspell takes effect. The War Mage draws his bow and nocks an arrow, one that Tyrion recognizes as Wrath.
"I suggest peaceful surrender."
Lord_Bahamut 03-19-07 11:11 PM
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The bolt of silvery energy streaks back towards Venti and Silence, and Silence steps in its path. The bolt slams into him, but his chest seems to ripple as the silvery lightning bolt is simply absorbed into him.
Fine. Try this.
Silence's left arm trembles, and then a strange looking gun, covered with shark-like fins and spines forms. It hums to life, red light glowing out of the barrel. With a high-pitched whine, it spits out a line of silvery-red balls of light.
The balls of light streak towards Tyrion and Valoran, and this time Tyrion counters. A wall of stone shoots up from the arena floor, blocking the path of the balls. The wall is engulfed in a blaze of fire and light as the balls hit it, and when the smoke clears the stone wall is nothing more than a puddle of molten lava. Tyrion draws arcane lines in the air, white fire tracing the path his fingers draw. A glowing rune hovers in the air when he finishes, and the a transparent, blue shield of energy flares to life around Tyrion and Valoran.
"Indeed. My mind cannot seem to rest, though. I believe something was put in my mind Valoran... And I intend to find out what. But as you said, let us finish this battle first."
Tyrion casts another spell, not needing to draw the rune this time. Both Tyrion and Valoran feel stronger, smarter, and faster. Valoran knows that when he fires Wrath he will be more accurate.
LostMage 03-20-07 08:02 PM
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As Silence materializes, Venti looks at him with slight distaste, but then shrugs: that's just how things are sometimes. He faces the opposing team and bows once to them both.
As Silence's assaults are negated, Venti sets a spell of his own on Tyrion and Valoran : "I assume you are prepared, sirs." Venti says with cool courtesy, as his magic begins to syphon off the heat from within the shield Tyrion created, moisture in the air crystalizing as the temperature drops.
Lord_Gareth 03-20-07 08:09 PM
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"Of course," Valoran replies, equally courteous, "It is refreshing to see a gentleman fight in this Arena. Allow me to introduce you to Wrath. Wrath, seek his blood."
Valoran lets the demon arrow fly, and it screams furiously, streaking towards Venti at speeds unmatched by god or mortal. But even as it flies, Valoran nocks another arrow, covered in raging black runes.
"And you, my telepathic friend, should be introduced to Ruin."
Valoran lets the arrow fly, streaking towards Silence, before dashing off to his left, reaching to nock two more arrows on his bow.
LostMage 03-20-07 08:20 PM
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Venti watches the arrow as it speeds towards him. A hair away from his forehead, he catches the screaming shaft between his palms. But before he can drop it, he yelps in dismay, and with an evil crackling, black flames erupt around his hands, leving angry red burns on them.
"Normally it's best to counter Wrath with calm," he says, polite yet wincing, "But there's always the exception." Holding his scorched hands aloft, a shower of tiny silver stars rushes towards Valoran.
Lord_Bahamut 03-20-07 11:34 PM
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Ruin streaks toward Silence, magic pulsing from it's shaft. The arrow is an inch in front of Silence's head when a hole simply opens up in Silence's head. Ruin passes straight through the hole, harmlessly zipping through Silence. Silence's green gaze focuses on Valoran.
Your bow cannot harm me.
Flicking a single finger at Valoran, a lance of ice materializes and streaks off towards him. Silence flicks a second finger, and a wave of acid rolls forth, the ground sizzling and popping as the scorching liquid washes over it.
Tyrion frowns at the separate spells, all aimed at Valoran. Running towards Venti, he throws up a wall of force in front of Venti's spell to try and block it from reaching Valoran. Not looking back to see if he was successful or not, he tumbles around behind Venti and lashes out at his foe's unprotected back. His fists blur as he uses a secret monk technique to try and stun Venti.
LostMage 03-22-07 07:53 PM
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The magic missiles Venti fired swerve around the invisible wall, still flying towards their target. Venti catches sight of Tyrion, and whips around quickly, but not fast enough to avoid the monk's incapacitating blow, struck hard in the stomach, and a prickling, pins-and-needles sensation spreads from the point of impact.
Eyes watering, Venti nods in appreciation of Tyrion's speed, unable to move enough to direct any magic in retaliation as his arms fall limply to his sides.
Lord_Bahamut 03-22-07 09:23 PM
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Tyrion nods back with a smile and leaps into the air. Using his own momentum to spin, he unleashes a full roundhouse kick into Venti's face.
Silence regards Venti and Tyrion, then simply turns away towards Valoran. He walks straight through Tyrion's wall of force, which is dispelled as soon as Silence touches it. As Silence nears Valoran, both of his hands melt and reform into weapons. His left hand is an enourmous morningstar with dozens of cruel spikes and barbs; his right a longsword with a serrated edge. Silvery flames flare around both of them as the construct suddenly leaps forward to swing his ginormous morningstar and his smaller, faster longsword.
LostMage 03-22-07 09:32 PM
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Able to just lean forward a few inches, Venti keeps his jaw from being smashed, but takes a jarring blow to his right shoulder with a sickening crack, and the frail elf is knocked several yards across the arena. "Not many can keep up with the reflexes of a d'Sylph. You must have trained long and hard," Venti says as he picks himself up. He winces: his right arm is clearly out of commission for the time being, blood trickling from his sleeve, "But was it long enough to evade this?" he says. Flinging his left arm skyward, a bolt of silvery lightning comes hurtling down from the heavens to stirke Tyrion, the arena reverberating with the bass thunder.
Lord_Bahamut 03-22-07 10:55 PM
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Tyrion looks up just in time to see the bolt of lightning slam down from the sky. Tossed high into the air, Tyrion hits the ground with a heavy thud. He groans as he pushes himself up from the sandy arena floor, and brushes off his robe irritably. His white hair stands on end from static electricity, and a small bead of blood trickles down his chin. He smoothes his hair and wipes the blood from his chin before he speaks.
"I have indeed trained for many years, Master d'Sylph. I am fast, yes, but it is only one of my strengths."
Gesturing broadly, a powerful wind sweeps around Tyrion, whipping his robes as it picks up sand and dust from the arena. Tyrion rises into the air, standing atop this pillar of roaring wind, and his eyes flash like fire. He throws a hand out at Venti, and a lightning bolt of giant proportions blasts out from his pointing finger. The roar of thunder ripples the air itself as the bolt of surging electricity crosses the arena in the blink of an eye.
Gideon_Gideonson 03-23-07 09:04 AM
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If Sorcen doesn't like this, consider it gone.
Around the fighters the arena turns to silver metal, which rises up into an immense structure of twisted alleys, hanging bridges, and distorted buildings The laws of physics seem to barely apply, and it soon becomes apparent that gravity has been reduced to a fraction of its original strength.
And then the arena explodes with light and confusion...each combatant appears thousands, if not millions of times in the blinding chaos...for the entire structure is composed of mirrors.
LostMage 03-23-07 10:38 PM
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Leaping up lightly, Venti flies upwards, level with Tyrion, the bolt of lightning shattering the mirrors below him. "An impressive discharge, sir!" Venti says respectfully. Floating a few feet away from Tyrion, he begins to move his good arm in complicated circles...
Lord_Bahamut 03-25-07 01:40 PM
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The bolt of lightning continues past Venti all the way to the arena wall, smashing a path through the mirrors. Tyrion sees Venti casting a spell, but which Venti is the real one? Lines of fire spring from his hands as he takes his best shot at what he thinks is the real Venti.
LostMage 03-25-07 04:21 PM
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Bolts of flame hitting mirrors, each one cracking as the glass heats and expands, Venti completes his spell, summoning a field-encompassing blizzard, snow and shards of ice whirling from the red sky of the Baator.
Lord_Gareth 03-25-07 05:41 PM
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Valoran calmly sheathes his bow as Silence approaches him, drawing his longsword. When he actually sees the size of the morningstar coming at him, he decides, rightly, to dodge instead, blinking backwards in a dimension door spell. And then, all of a sudden, mirrors are everywhere.
"How...breakable. Kolkira INVOCARI!"
The shout rips through the new battlefield, full of sonic force, and sends the mirror's into powdered glass as the gale force sends even that flying towards Silence. Smiling, Valoran rips his hand through the air, and flame streaks to melt the powder into very hot -and very painful - slag, flying at the golem.
Gideon_Gideonson 03-25-07 05:52 PM
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Poor mirror city...:D
Anyway, I've decided that the terrain is more active in this battle, due to an up and coming revelation I have planned
, so for now... A deep, low pitched rumble fills the arena, and the floor buckles. The silver buildings sink slowly back into the ground, which then in turn sinks further, becoming less and less solid, until the combatants stand knee deep in bog-mud. Heavy mists swirl up, and twisted and blackened trees block out the light. All that illuminates the arena are a few weak lights from tiny moving dots of brilliance throughout the swamp.
Lord_Bahamut 03-25-07 06:52 PM
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The molten slag washes over Silence, and covers it in a blanket of flame and debris. Only the tip of the longsword escapes the flaming surge. The tip of the longsword suddenly shivers like water being blown on by the wind. The very tip, just a few inches of silvery metal, then explodes outward in a flash of silvery light. When the light fades, Silence is standing next to the pool of molten glass. His hands are normal hands again.
Your spells are ineffective against me.
Waving his right hand, the molten glass heats up again, and swirls together to form a vaguely humanoid shape. The molten glass golem charges toward Valoran, swinging it's fiery fists. Silence the waves his left hand, and from the icicles flying through the air he creates a like golem, this one comprised of ice. It too charges at Valoran. Sielnce leaps forward with his own dimension door spell, his hands once more forming the morningstar and longsword.
The icy einvironment doesn't slow Tyrion down, although the swamp does. Throwing his hands out in a wide arc, he sends a wave of acid hissing out across the arena, sweeping toward where Venti's spell originated and where Tyrion believes Venti to be.
Lord_Gareth 03-25-07 07:01 PM
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Valoran doesn't retreat this time; the longsword whips up to parry the morningstar, and a pulse flashes through the blade as the war mage channels his spell through it, a spell of destruction designed specifically for constructs. He drops his polite facade, hissing his hatred as he pulls back and whips the blade to intercept his opponent's longsword.
"We will see about that, fool. I grow tired of your boasting. If I cannot destroy you directly, then I shall do so indirectly."
Silence's golems reach the war mage, and he almost blithely touches them, shattering them into their component parts as destruction rips into them. Valoran's smile becomes a predatory expression of malice, and he gestures at the swamp below Silence.
And it heats intensely as it turns to lava.
Confident that his maneuver will slow the golem, Valoran teleports to Tyrion's side.
"Need some help, old friend?"
OOC
By the way, the spells he's casting are Inflict Critical Damage
Lord_Bahamut 03-25-07 08:26 PM
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Tyrion pulls a foot out from the swamp as Valoran teleports next to him. His foot comes free with a loud slurping noise.
"Not really old friend. It's just this swamp is so sticky and thick. I think it's pulled off one of my sandals!"
He lifts his foot up to his face and sure enough, the mud has sucked away his sandal. Tyrion wipes some mud off disgustedly from his leg and then seems to step onto an invisible step as he yanks his other leg from the ground. He growls in frustration as his other sandal is left in the mud too.
"I had just made those, too! Oh well, it was just a sandal. Or two sandals, I should say."
A couple of gallons of water spontaneously appear in midair and splash over the monk's feet, cleaning off the mud. He stands up and turns to where he thought Venti was.
"Have you seen Master d'Sylph? It seems he's given me the slip. Ah, I'll have to-- Look out!"
Silence could feel the lava melting his legs as he sank deeper into the swamp. But the construct was stronger than Valoran thought, and easily stepped out from the lava and into the swamp. His feet automatically reform as he leaves the lava. His gaze settles on Tyrion and Valoran chatting amiably a few hundred feet away, and his eyes narrow to slits. His whole form ripples, and then melts away into the swamp. Beneath the murky water, Silence glides silently in the form of an ochre jelly towords Valoran and Tyrion. Coiling insidiously a few feet behind them, his form suddenly bursts from the mud and gunk as a huge silver-scaled black dragon, acid spewing everywhere as Silence tries to bite the two of them in half with his mighty jaws.
LostMage 03-27-07 08:43 PM
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As the wave of acid rushed towards Venti, he throws both hands forward, and a sharp gust of wind forces the snow aside, revealing the slender elf. It splatters the acid back towards it's originator, with a volley of keen slivers of ice.
Lord_Bahamut 03-27-07 10:16 PM
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Time seems to move slowly for Tyrion. The wave of acid Venti turned back on him is rushing forward along with the ice shards, and Silence's own acidic attack was thundering down along with Silence's draconic jaws. So the monk did what instinct told him to do. Throwing his hands out from him, the air seems to ripple like thunder without the boom. Swamp muck splashes away from him and Valoran in a circular wave as an invisible force shoves outward. Acid and ice blast over Tyrion and Valoran, but they seem to be held back by an invisible force. Silence can fit his massive jaws around the invisible bubble, but his gigantic teeth can't seem to pierce the invisible bubble. Tyrion, his hands still outstretched, growls out to Valoran,
"I can't hold this for long. It will block anything from getting in, but it also blocks anything from getting out. Think of something to get distract Venti. I know what to do about Silence. But hurry, I can only hold this a few more seconds!"
Sweat pops out on his brow, and his arms begin to tremble as the magic energies trying to break through begin to overcome the magic.
Silence gnaws and chews on the invisible globe furiously, trying to pop it with sheer strength. He casts out a telepathic thought to Venti.
Ready your spells. They cannot hold for long, and your spells will not harm me.
LostMage 03-29-07 08:10 PM
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"Very well then, sir" Venti calls to Silence. Raising his hands above his head, he brings them sweeping down, and arcs of navy electricity start to fizzle in the water beneathe the bubble of energy. Discharging harmlessly against Silence, the dark blue sparks slowly rise in intensity and frequency, yet still blocked by the shield... for now.
Lord_Gareth 04-01-07 08:28 PM
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"Very well old friend. This should distract him nicely."
Valoran snaps his fingers almost nonchalantly, and Venti is assailed by a thousand screaming voices, a psychic dagger in his mind as their desperate pleas for help tug this way and that on his soul.
"Very distracting."
Lord_Bahamut 04-01-07 08:37 PM
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"Thanks. Watch the lightning in the water. Ugh...I can't hold this any longer..."
The protective shield pops like a soap bubble and several things happen at once. Like a coiled snake, Tyrion leaps out of the mud and spins to face Silence. The construct's jaws begin to close around Tyrion and Valoran, but Tyrion strikes first. Lashing out with a single fist, the very air itself seems to gather around Tyrion. It strikes out along with Tyrion's fist, and the resulting concussion blasts out and sends waves of swamp water twenty feet high away from Tyrion. Silence is hurled high into the air, where he reverts back to his normal form in shock. Silence's body is dented in the chest, and silvery liquid drips from small cracks in his body. The blue electricity surges forward inthe remaining water, as Tyrion lands lightly on his feet. All this happens in less than two seconds.
Silence flies high into the air, stunned by the force of Tyrion's blow. He flips backward and stands on his feet in midair. His green eyes form slits as he gazes down on Tyrion.
You'll pay for that.
Pointing a finger at Tyrion, and ray of raging red and yellow flames as wide as a horse is long blasts toward Silence's opponent. The very air itself seems to catch on fire as the ray roars down on Tyrion and Valoran.
LostMage 04-02-07 05:53 PM
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As the bubble pops, the lightning goes from small arcs to thick, brilliant flares of electricity, crakling out towards anyone within a stone's throw of the spot where the barrier had been.
However, Venti is utterly unable to watch his see his handiwork, as the terrible sounds of torment reach a throbbing crecendo. Staggering under the weight of their need, and even more under his inability to help them, he collapses into the water of the swamp with a small splash.
Lord_Bahamut 04-03-07 01:30 AM
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Tyrion's mucles go rigid as the electriciy courses through him, his white hair standing on end as sparks jump around him. The spell ends, and Tyrion sags to the ground, looking up just in time to see the bolt of flame hit him in the face. A massive explosion hurls him backward so hard he smashes straight through a swamp tree and deep into the muck. He groans, and slowly gets up. Mud covers him from head to foot, and his chest and arms are severely burned. But then a light kindles in his pain-filled eyes. The light of insanity.
"I have suffered enough! Let the wrath of my mind consume you!"
Tyrion flings his charred hands out, and arcane energy lances away from him in seemingly random directions. The arena seems slowly to be pulled into his insanity, and soon the swamp around him is a roiling mass of energy. Multicolored beams of light blast into the other combatants, but Silence takes most of the brunt of Tyrion's mad rage. Lightning thunders down around Tyrion hurling clods of dirt high into the air. The swamp water spontaneously combusts, rivers of flame snaking away from the monk. Flights of whirling blades zip to and fro, slicing everyone, even Valoran. Then a beam of brilliant purple energy screams out from Tyrion's forhead, madness incarnate. The ray strikes the construct in the chest, and to the horror of everyone in the arean reflects off of his silvery frame and shoots back at Tyrion! Tyrion doesn't bother to move, still flinging arcane energy about with abandon. The purple beam hits him, and there is a flash of purple light. From this flash the swamp transforms into all manner of things, from rivers of frozen air, to mountains of lava ripping up from the ground. Strange beasts appear and disappear with the sound of popping popcorn, sometimes for only a moment, other times long enough to take swings at the other combatants. Raw insanity then belches forth in a wave of destructive energy, swallowing everything that touches it.
Silence watchess emotionless as Tyrion is consumed by his own spell. The purple wave of energy washes over him, and though he tries to avoid it, he isn't fast enough. It tears through him scattering chunks of silvery metal across the arean floor.
Lord_Gareth 04-05-07 08:36 AM
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Ragged, bleeding, and burned, Valoran cannot summon the power to stop Tyrion's assault. He does the best he can do - avoids it. The warmage blinks out of existence as the wave reaches him, reforming in the aftermath before rushing to his friend's side.
"Tyrion! Say something, old friend! SAY SOMETHING!"
LostMage 04-05-07 11:21 AM
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Ouch. Not a good time to be face-down in the swamp water...
Floating above Tyrion and Valoran, Venti looks down, supported by a large air elemental. He winces, his robes charred, and his face cut in several places. "Will he be well enough to continue?" the elf says to Valoran. Although his voice is cool, his concern is evident.
Lord_Bahamut 04-05-07 08:55 PM
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Tyrion lies facedown in the mud, not moving. It seems that he is dead, yet when Valoran and Venti take a closer look, they find that something is not right. Waves pulse out from Tyrion, much like heat waves rising from hot metal. Valoran and Venti know that Tyrion, instead of being dead, is very much alive. But something is going on inside Tyrion...
Tyrion stands in the blackness of his mind, head swiveling back and forth. His insanity was out there, waiting to strike.
"Come, I know you're out there. Let's finish this now. Rotten beast, I know you are only a figure of my mind! Let me purge you, so I can be whole once again!"
Then a second Tyrion appears from the blackness. His robes are purple, his skin purple, everything purple. But his form wavers, as if it wasn't quite there. Then it speaks.
"Yooouuu aaaaaareee nnnooot imgainnninggg thingsssss, fooooool. I wassss ssssennnt by thhhhheee Keeeeeperrrrr to dessssstrooooy yooouuu. Eeeevennn iffff I diiiiieeee, thhheeee Keeeeperrrr will ssssstilll haaaave yooouuu in hisssss grrrasssp."
Tyrion's fists clench, and he growls at the apparition.
"You lie! I know the ways of the Keeper! Deceiving, lying wretch! You seek only to unseat my stability, my belief that you are nothing! Vile worm, I shall destroy you!"
Tyrion leaps forward, white robe flying as he lashes out at his own mind. Insanity, as skilled as he is, fights back, and the two fight through the corners of Tyrion's mind. Insanity summons memories out of depths of Tyrion's mind, memories of the Jailhouse and it's cursed inhabitants. Tyrion counters, bringing up the memory of escaping the Jailhouse. The two Tyrion's use memories as much as fists as they fight, trying to unstabilize the other and gain an advantage. Both know it will only take one punch to destroy the other.
The pieces of Silence twitch in the swamp. They glow silvery in the muck, then float silently towards each other, and soon Silence is reformed.
Lord_Bahamut 04-08-07 01:26 AM
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The arena repairs itself, the swamp bubbling up again. Silence kneels on one knee, his silvery frame scorched. He looks up at Tyrion, Venti, and Valoran, and makes his decision. Letting a telepathic screech tear through his enemies minds, Silence leaps high into the air. His arms merge together into a seamless whole, and writhe and transform into a large cannon. Blue energy is drawn out of the air as the gun charges, and an ominous hum echoes through the arena. The gun belches forth a beam of bright blue energy that screams down on the other three combatants like a ray of death. The blue beam hits the ground, and a blinding explosion fills the arena.
Lord_Gareth 04-08-07 09:29 AM
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Or, it would have. But Silence has made one very fatal mistake. He has angered someone who has seen the worst that can possibly happen.
"Golkinaboror oroboro gigbratsotha vexthata kili tra invocari ignis roto wilsalle poloto trilavitragopi -"
The chant continues, but even the half-formed magic swats aside the beam as though it were an annoying child. The look of rage in Valoran's eyes has no mercy, no pity, and no remorse. The Butcher is back again.
Lord_Bahamut 04-08-07 03:58 PM
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Silence's telepathic laughter echoes across the arena.
Finally, a challenge! I shall relish your destruction, human.
Silence begins casting his own spell, eldritch energy sparkling around him. Rings of light encircle his metal fists as he mocks Valoran.
Oh? Are you angry? I would say I am sorry, but you will need to defeat me first. And that will not happen.
Lord_Gareth 04-08-07 05:51 PM
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"Kokoko ghat ghat sonctu namathras oliem yolo wrewtha quento -"
Valoran's spell continues as he blithely ignores Silence. The energy gathering is making the air tense, streatching the fabric of magic thinner and thinner as he becomes an eldritch weight on reality.
"Yhigo knitra blokno hobrath werl ZIVOLORO HEVA!"
There is a sound that defies human comprehension, but may be most likened to a thunderclap. Near Silence, the air rends, the molecules actually fleeing to escape whatever horrible fate awaits Valoran's unfortunate victim.
"You. Have. Been. Judged."
The razor-edged yellow portal opens, and the horrid sounds of shrieking and battle come from the other side. All at once, appendages of all sorts, magical and mundane, reach through to take Silence.
"You will suffer for this. You will suffer."
Lord_Bahamut 04-08-07 08:48 PM
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Be warned that Silence is a big fish to try and catch.
The reaching tentacles and arms wrap around Silence, but his form simply melds around them, leaving them grasping at thin air. Silence waves his hands at the portal, and it snaps shut.
I will suffer? Ha. I suffer nothing. Have you destroyed worlds? Have entire armies and fleets of battleships crumbled at your touch? I thought not. You are in over your head, human. I cannot die. I have never lived.
With the tone of a clock tolling the last hour if the day, Silence smashes his hands together. The sound of the tone echoes across the stadium, the air rippling as time warps. Silence crosses his arms, and blood drips down off of them.
Surprise.
LostMage 04-09-07 02:35 PM
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"Levanter, see to the man." Venti commands his air elemental curtly. It swoops towards Tyrion, and rolls him over to get his face out of the thick muck of the swamp. Angry light gleams in Venti's navy eyes: "Machine, what are you doing? We can wait until both our opponents are prepared. Stand down."
Cold fury is plain in the elf's voice.
Lord_Gareth 04-09-07 03:22 PM
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Valoran lets go of the corpse in his hand, a demon he had hastily summoned to take Silence's blow.
"You underestimate me, fool. You make empty boasts as though you were the only one capable of such things. There is a reason I am called the Butcher."
A dark tongue, one that should not be spoken or written by the tongues of men or any other race, pours from his lips. In his mind, Silence hears Valoran's wrathful voice.
I never had any intention of slaying you. You will be Unmade.
Lord_Bahamut 04-10-07 08:25 PM
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So Silence's monlogue about the future depends on how you look at it. In my games, I've ruled as a DM that time travel backwards is fine, since things have already happened. But time travel forwards is nigh impossible because of the things that could happen. For instance, Valoran could very well whoop Silence's ass right now. But what if he doesn't? That's why Silence is so confident and arrogant, because no one knows for sure what the future will hold. And if the Silence in the arena now dies, then it's just as likely that another Silence from the future will come back for revenge.
Silence's green eyes flick from Valoran to Venti and back again.
This is a battle, Master d'Sylph. I do not recall the judges demanding the match be paused because one combatant was a fool. And I am not a machine. Construct is the correct word, mage. Machines cannot even be compared to me.
Silence reaches up into the air as if grasping something. A giant hand made of swamp muck and rock reaches out of the mud and tries to wrap itself around Valoran. He speaks to the warmage as his spell looms beneath his foe.
Unmake me? Pah. You can try. But you will only fail. Oh yes, you may very well destroy me. But I am of the future, warmage. I will only come back to haunt you again.
Tyrion is tired. Will this specter ever rest? His mind is numb from the barrage of mental attacks and memories. Tyrion is at the breaking point. Insanity appears again, lashing out with a double kick. Tyrion ducks underneath the attack, and slices upward with a lightning fast chop. But he hits only air as the Keeper's minion whisks itself away.
"Iiiiit wiiiillll onnnnlyyy beee a maaaaterrr offf tiiimeeee....."
Lord_Bahamut 04-14-07 01:48 AM
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GRAAAH!! Fine, I'll double post. Maybe one of you (Lord Gareth, I'm staring at YOU!) will reply!
"No."
The word tolls like a bell through Tyrion's mind.
"No."
Insanity comes rushing in once more, but Tyrion doesn't move. Purple eyes bore into the monk as the creature draws closer.
"No."
A clawed hand reaches out, balling into a fist, ready to smash Tyrion into oblivion.
"NO!"
The arena is suddenly bathed in white light which radiats from Tyrion. The light dims slightly, and Tyrion and Insanity can be made out. Tyrion is standing in the swamp, a physical manifestation of Insanity next to him. Looking closer, everyone can see that Tyrion is holding Insanity's arms with his hands, muscles straining. Then the monk slowly bends the apparition's arms up high in the air. Fear flashes across the face of Tyion's double, the first emotion it has shown. With a terrible ripping sound, Tyrion wrenches his arms violently down. The apparition only growls as its arms are torn away by the fury-filled monk. The arms turn into harmless ectoplasm and melt onto the ground.
"Now you die."
Tyrion draws back a fist, and it ignites with green flame. His punch is so fast, so powerful, that it breaks the sound barrier and sends a sonic boom whipping across the arena. Tyrion's hand is suddenly inside the apparition. It looks at the monk in horror as Tyrion slowly draws out a purple beating heart. Locking gazes with his tormentor, Tyrion crushes it to a pulp in one strong fist. Insanity throws its bead back and screams. Visual waves of magic burst outward, throwing Tyrion and the others to the ground. Insanity begins to crumble at the edges, and soon his body is laced with cracks. Still screaming, it breaks apart into shards, which fade away. Tyrion stands up, chest heaving in and out as ectoplasm drips from his clenched fist.
"It is done."
He turns to Silence.
"And now it is your turn."
Tyrion's form crackles and flexes. His skin takes on a silver sheen as scales bubble up to his skin. His teeth elongate into fangs, his finger- and toenails into claws. Wings burst from his back, and a tail snakes down between his legs. His form grows. He falls on his hands as his neck lengthens. His face streches out and his mouth fills with sword-like teeth. Soon his transformation is complete. Where Tyrion once was, a great and majestic silver dragon now stands. Tyrion pins Silence in place with a glare of hatred, then engulfs him in a cone of frost icy enough to freeze the very air. Silence is encased in ice, and falls to the ground, frozen and immobile.
Silence squirms in the ice as best he can. Cracks lace through the ice, and chunks begin to fall away. It is obvious that it will only be a few more moments before he breaks free to get revenge on Tyrion.
LostMage 04-14-07 12:00 PM
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"Well, I suppose that leaves no doubt as to whether you're fit to continue," Venti says. "Again, good luck to you both" he says, and wastes no more time in attacking, sending a rapidly expanding curtain of carackling auroral light rushing towards both Tyrion and Valoran.
Lord_Bahamut 04-15-07 02:49 AM
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A bubble of divine energy encircles Tyrion and Valoran. Where Venti's spell touches it, the spell simply dissolves.
Tyrion growls. Venti can tell he's p***ed off, and isn't his most rational self right now. He knows for sure when a beam of hissing green energy lances toward Venti, the air desintegrating around it.
LostMage 04-18-07 06:31 PM
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Which Venti dodges neatly, side stepping the ray with a half-turn. Aware that breaking Tyrion's shield would be dangerous without any backup, he instead focuses another flare of shifting blue-and-green light at the ice encasing Silence.
Lord_Gareth 04-18-07 09:40 PM
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((Alright, for those of you who aren't me, this is Valoran's endgame against constructs. If this can't affect Silence (and Silence would have to be, erm, ALIVE for that to happen), nothing can. He's literally unbinding Silence's existence - blotting out the little piece of reality that happens to contain him.))
Valoran ignores the hand as it envelops him, the chant continuing. The black tongue that pours from his lips is still clearly audible from inside his casing of muck, and it is painful to simply hear it. As he continues his incantation, the muck and grime forming his prison falls away, less than ash, less than the tiniest fragments of existence.
And all at once, the chant reaches a crescendo, the warmage releasing a single word that refuses to stay in the minds of those who hear it, lest they lose their sanity in a way that cannot be described. Silence is encompassed in an enigmatic field, one that cannot be seen but is nonetheless precisely defined around him, and the construct can feel the threads of being unraveling as Valoran's words undo the multiverse around him. Weary, but smiling triumphantly, the warmage raises his bow again to face Venti.
Lord_Bahamut 04-18-07 11:19 PM
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Tyrion drops the screen of energy protecting him and Valoran with a thought. Breathing in deeply, he blasts a frigid wave of ice at Venti. But to everyone's surprise, the ice is laced with real fire and bursts of inky black acid. The acid draws in light like a vacuum, powering itself and the other elements as it roars down on Venti.
Silence snarls as reality around him breaks up.
No! You're coming with me!
And he reaches out one silver hand, the metal corroding and flaking away to reveal the naked magic powering Silence beneath. Rays of magic reach out to Valoran, transforming the energy of the spell into a barrage of silver flame. Holes in reality crumble away to leave yawning blackness as the flames spear through the air, all aimed at Valoran.
It's not over! I will come baaaaccc-kkkkk...
Silence keels over and crumbles into fine silver dust which scatters across the arena, his words cut off as he is destroyed.
LostMage 04-19-07 06:03 PM
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"Bebotherment." Venti says dryly as Silence is consumed by the hungry void. He makes a slight bow to Valoran for his spellwork, but snaps up as soon as he senses Tyrion's attack. In one motion, the elf makes a complete turn, and with the same motion swings a slim, long ebony staff at the oncoming projectiles, and as if blown backwards, the shards of ice rush backwards, towards their originator.
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O.K., I confess: I couldn't work out how to fit in the post that Sylph's Staff is kept in otherspace, so I put it here.
Lord_Bahamut 04-20-07 10:36 PM
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The screen of divine energy rises up once more, and like a deadly tennis match sends Tyrion's original attack back again towards Venti.
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So this "divine screen" I've been talking to is similar to the Sacred Shield (I think that's what it's called) special ability in the Sacred Warder of Bahamut PrC in Draconomicon. It's basically a shield that nothing can pass through coming in, but attacks can go out from inside it. Only the Profane Blast special ability of another Tiamat PrC (can't remember the name) can break through it.
Lord_Gareth 04-21-07 07:47 AM
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With the flames racing at him, the warmage had done the only thing that he could think of - cast. The dimension door bought him some time as the fire devoured the air between him and itself, seeking him like a bloodhound. Running full on now, leaping from tree to tree as the meager space between him and death shortened, the warmage drew another arrow from his quiver, a plain black arrow with a single rune on the tip.
His Death Arrow.
Panicking, he screamed the incantation for a spell of speed, racing ahead of the flame as he nocked and aimed the arrow. But the warmage was running out of trees. With one last brilliant idea, the warmage lets fly at Venti before leaping into the air, a dimension door already forming in front of him as his sword clears the scabbard.
The warmage comes back into view swordfirst, the longsword scything in at Venti as he steps through aggressively, needing to press his opponent hard and fast if it was to work.
LostMage 04-21-07 11:02 AM
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With several attacks closing in on him, Venti breathes deeply, then springs into action: he swings his staff again, reflecting Tyrion's assault, this time at the death arrow speeding towards him, where both magics slam into one another with a sonorous boom. However, focused as he is on the projectiles, he makes a fatal mistake: he loses sight of Valoran.
His eyes widen in shock as he twists around to find himself facing a crippling blow from the warmage's blade, gashing his stomach. But before Valoran can land another blow, he finds himself having to contend with a sudden blast of wind: Levanter.
Lord_Gareth 04-21-07 03:08 PM
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Valoran is blasted back as the air elemental slams into him, but the warmage is smiling. Picking himself up swiftly, he barks out a single hasty word and gestures idly, a brushing movement. A large green hand materializes in front of Venti and Levantar, making the same motion with much more force, a large slap meant to blast them back.
Straight into Silence's flames.
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An invention of a player in my campaign, who named it in honor of the other Bigby's Hand spells, allow me to present Bigby's B*tch-Slapping Hand
Lord_Bahamut 04-21-07 06:20 PM
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Almost as if they were alive, the silvery flames twist around Venti and Levanter, burning away the air but not harming either of them. The rays of fire home in on Valoran, and suddenly the magic in the area goes dead. The rays of fire keep on coming as Silence's final curse before destruction takes effect. The rays of flame howl malevolently as they burst into hundreds of fine, finger thin beams of silver fire. Like a swarm of flaming thread, they form a whirlpool of light and fire that begins to constrict around Valoran, who is still in a dead-magic area.
Valoran's desperate moves unknowingly set Venti and Levanter up perfectly for a counter from Tyrion. The dazed Venti and Levanter are unprepared as Tyrion drops down from a hundred feet above, trying to crush them under his massive weight.
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Bigby's B*tch-Slapping Hand, I love it!
Lord_Gareth 04-21-07 06:28 PM
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The following assumes that, as I am guessing, those "flames" are lasers
With the fire dancing around him and his magic clearly cut off, Valoran bows his head, not from surrender, but to think. The muck around his legs wouldn't be deep enough - or cold enough - to stop this attack, and the flames knew it. They were toying with him, constricting him. And they were so bright, almost as it -
Wait. Could that be it?
Moving quickly, the warmage reaches into his pocket and pulls out the one object that may have a hope of saving him.
His hand mirror.
As the silver threads come near him, he flashes the mirror into them, and surely enough, the beams deflect off of its surface. Whipping the mirror about in a frenzied dance of parrying, the warmage locks out all other thoughts, confident that he can keep this defense up until Tyrion thinks of a way to save him.
LostMage 04-21-07 07:26 PM
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Venti is the first to recover his composure, pushing off the ground with his good arm, and flying out from under the dragon and landing feather-lite a few yards away. Levanter, however, dosen't have the time to move, and winks back to the Elemental Plane of Air.
Whipping his hand reflexively at Tyrion, a streak of blazing white flame rushes towards the dragon, a spear of starfire conjured from some distant, ancinet reach of space.
Silence and Venti vs Valoran and Tyrion Part 2
Lord_Bahamut 04-21-07 07:45 PM
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Not really. Valoran will have to do something better than use a hand mirror to deflect the attack. You get the prize for creativity though, I have to admit. But Silence's death curse isn't something to be trifled with (although I'm sure you will anyway :D )
The mirror delfects the rays successfully, but the rays only bounce away to merge with the other rays, like sharks circling their prey. Evenutally the hand mirror melts into molten slag, and Valoran finds dozens of flaming beams puring down on him.
Tyrion lands in the muck with a loud sploosh, sinking deep into it. Venti's spell catches him flat-footed, and burns into his side. Roaring in pain, Tyrion wrenches himself free, sparying muck in all diretions. His tail sends a wave of swamp stuff flying out, and blankets Valoran and the rays of flame in mud. The flames sputter for a moment, then waver as if confused to where Valoran is. But they quickly reorient themselves and streak in for the kill.
Meanwhile, Tyrion charges blunderingly across the swamp, his claws dancing with green flame. He casts a quick spell, and suddenly is bounding across the swamp with ease. He closes the distance with Venti and opens his mouth. But instead of the expected ice, he belches forth a cloud of paralyzing gas that rolls like thick fog towards Venti.
LostMage 04-21-07 08:13 PM
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Who casts a blast of wind into the cloud, directing it in Valoran's direction, then firing another blast of flame, this time aiming for the dragon's open maw.
Lord_Gareth 04-22-07 08:31 AM
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Valoran takes advantage of his momentary reprieve due to the flame's confusion to run like he has never run before. His feet don't even seem to touch the ground as he leaps over small obstacles. The flames seem to pause for a moment, as if unable to believe that he would be so cowardly, before surging forward in a storm of hate, spiraling end over end to seek the warmage's blood and turn it to ash and pain.
And then there are mirrors everywhere. They appear out of the swamp, out of thin air, everywhere, laying themselves down on the ground and interlocking with each other seamlessly in blatant defiance of the antimagic field. Countless, endless mirrors, forming mad architechture, a maze-like city that claws its way into the sky, reflecting the light a billionfold. Twisted balconies and spires connect the buildinds, and yet there is method to the madness - every single building is symmetrical. Even as this city forms and the combatants see each other's reflections everywhere, two more join them - Diedre and Lyra, facing each other in a standoff, blood imminent between them.
Lord_Bahamut 04-22-07 09:28 PM
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Unrelentingly, the flames chase after Valoran like iron filings drawn to a magnet. Weaving in and out of the mirror city, they twist and turn in pursuit of their prey. The dead-magic field seems to follow Valoran like a leech locked into its host.
Tyrion opens his maw wider and swallows the flame, bleching it back out a moment later back at Venti. He gazes up at the mirror city, and leaps into the air with a beat of his mighty wings. He circles a building once, gliding under an arch to make another pass at Venti. Magic crackles around his jaws, sparking from tooth to tooth like lightning. Venti's original attack blasts into him, and Tyrion lets forth a beam of brilliant blue energy, frost creeping up on the buildings it passes by.
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That was a empowered polar ray, by the way. LG, I'm assuming that Lyra and Diedre are younger than Tyrion.
Lord_Gareth 04-22-07 09:30 PM
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Lyra and Deidre are not actually near the battle - their reflections have been carried all the way to this side of the Arena by virtue of the mirrors. So there's a LOT of them standing about. Look at the Reflections thread.
And place some bets, damn it!
LostMage 04-22-07 09:42 PM
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Venti jumps the fire neatly, and waits for his opponent's attention to return to the battle. As soon as it does, he begins firing wave after wave of tiny, razor sharp whirlwinds, whipping at the great dragon one after another.
Not really important, but...
Lyra actually wouldn't cast reflections, since she'd have to have a mirror-person bound to her, which is unlikely. But, for the dramatic effect, well...
Lord_Bahamut 04-22-07 10:12 PM
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Ah. Edited.
Tyrion's massive form isnt' so manueverable in the air. The winds whip across his scaly hide, leaving small but painful cuts. Diving to avoid the whirlwinds, he roars as his wing membrane his sliced by Venti's spell. Out of control, he smashes into a mirror tower, breaking it into millions of pieces of glass. The entire tower slowly falls over as cracks run up it and break it into huge slabs of razor-edged glass. Tyrion plows into the swamp/glass arena floor, and looks up in time to see the tower come crashing down atop him.
The pieces of glass settle, grinding against each other as they sink into the ground. The pile of glass shifts slightly, then is still. One part of the glass suddenly turns molten red, and explodes outward as Tyrion, in his human form, explodes out from the pile. The pile groans and collapses again. Tyrion looks terrible. He is covered entirely in blood. Glass shards line his body, digging into his flesh as he stands up. His eyes are focused on Venti, gold flecked silver orbs piercing through him. Tyrion waves his hand, and the air around him warps as his spell takes effect. Glass pops out of his skin as his wounds heal. Muscles knit back together, and bruises disappear.
"I have treated you too lightly for too long, Master d'Sylph. I apologize, but now I will not hold back."
Raising his right hand, Tyrion seems to blink for a moment. Then several things happen at once. Mirror buildings all begin to break apart, and glass swirls together into a blizzard of shining light and razor-sharp edges. At the same time the ground rips open and lava and rocks explode around Venti. Also at the same time, pencil-thin filaments of flickering red light leap from Tyrion's outstretched palm to shoot unerringly at Venti. The swarm of glass wraps intself around Venti, and then razor sharp edges of glass constrict inward spinning like saw blades. Finally, Tyrion puts his hands together and fires a tiny ray of white light so bright it blinds those who look upon it. The beam streaks straight into the mass of explosions and glass, leaving a glimmering trail of silver-white and black motes behind it.
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So Tyrion's out for revenge. His final spell is an attack called balefire, from the Wheel of Time series. Basically, it cannot be blocked by anything, and erases from history and reality anything it touches. For example, say you're in a battle and you get your arm chopped off. If someone strong enough hits the guy who chopped off your arm with balefire, his recent actions get erased from history (as well as the guy himself) and your arm is suddenly reattached, as if it had never been severed. This is because, in reality, it never was. The balefire was powerful enough to erase part of reality. That's why it's so powerful. And why the beam itself is so thin, because it requires enourmous amounts of magic to use.
Sorcen_Anenooata 04-22-07 10:14 PM
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Sorcen fades from view from his throne. He reappears on the ground in the arena. The combatants, presumably, stop their match to watch what it is he is up to. He speaks, "We have judged your match and found that Valoran and Tyrion have come out as the winners. Good job to all of you, it was quite enjoyable to watch."
He does not stop his floating procession across the arena floor until he reaches the Betting Window.
LostMage 04-22-07 10:17 PM
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Venti nods to Tyrion, holding out his hand. "Exceptional, sir."
Lord_Bahamut 04-22-07 10:33 PM
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Tyrion calls of the attacks, and shakes Venti's hand.
"The pleasure was mine."
He steps through his customary doorway of light, and into the Tavern.
Silence's death curse, as if angry that the match has ended, fades away.
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Not really. Valoran will have to do something better than use a hand mirror to deflect the attack. You get the prize for creativity though, I have to admit. But Silence's death curse isn't something to be trifled with (although I'm sure you will anyway :D )
The mirror delfects the rays successfully, but the rays only bounce away to merge with the other rays, like sharks circling their prey. Evenutally the hand mirror melts into molten slag, and Valoran finds dozens of flaming beams puring down on him.
Tyrion lands in the muck with a loud sploosh, sinking deep into it. Venti's spell catches him flat-footed, and burns into his side. Roaring in pain, Tyrion wrenches himself free, sparying muck in all diretions. His tail sends a wave of swamp stuff flying out, and blankets Valoran and the rays of flame in mud. The flames sputter for a moment, then waver as if confused to where Valoran is. But they quickly reorient themselves and streak in for the kill.
Meanwhile, Tyrion charges blunderingly across the swamp, his claws dancing with green flame. He casts a quick spell, and suddenly is bounding across the swamp with ease. He closes the distance with Venti and opens his mouth. But instead of the expected ice, he belches forth a cloud of paralyzing gas that rolls like thick fog towards Venti.
LostMage 04-21-07 08:13 PM
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Who casts a blast of wind into the cloud, directing it in Valoran's direction, then firing another blast of flame, this time aiming for the dragon's open maw.
Lord_Gareth 04-22-07 08:31 AM
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Valoran takes advantage of his momentary reprieve due to the flame's confusion to run like he has never run before. His feet don't even seem to touch the ground as he leaps over small obstacles. The flames seem to pause for a moment, as if unable to believe that he would be so cowardly, before surging forward in a storm of hate, spiraling end over end to seek the warmage's blood and turn it to ash and pain.
And then there are mirrors everywhere. They appear out of the swamp, out of thin air, everywhere, laying themselves down on the ground and interlocking with each other seamlessly in blatant defiance of the antimagic field. Countless, endless mirrors, forming mad architechture, a maze-like city that claws its way into the sky, reflecting the light a billionfold. Twisted balconies and spires connect the buildinds, and yet there is method to the madness - every single building is symmetrical. Even as this city forms and the combatants see each other's reflections everywhere, two more join them - Diedre and Lyra, facing each other in a standoff, blood imminent between them.
Lord_Bahamut 04-22-07 09:28 PM
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Unrelentingly, the flames chase after Valoran like iron filings drawn to a magnet. Weaving in and out of the mirror city, they twist and turn in pursuit of their prey. The dead-magic field seems to follow Valoran like a leech locked into its host.
Tyrion opens his maw wider and swallows the flame, bleching it back out a moment later back at Venti. He gazes up at the mirror city, and leaps into the air with a beat of his mighty wings. He circles a building once, gliding under an arch to make another pass at Venti. Magic crackles around his jaws, sparking from tooth to tooth like lightning. Venti's original attack blasts into him, and Tyrion lets forth a beam of brilliant blue energy, frost creeping up on the buildings it passes by.
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That was a empowered polar ray, by the way. LG, I'm assuming that Lyra and Diedre are younger than Tyrion.
Lord_Gareth 04-22-07 09:30 PM
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Lyra and Deidre are not actually near the battle - their reflections have been carried all the way to this side of the Arena by virtue of the mirrors. So there's a LOT of them standing about. Look at the Reflections thread.
And place some bets, damn it!
LostMage 04-22-07 09:42 PM
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Venti jumps the fire neatly, and waits for his opponent's attention to return to the battle. As soon as it does, he begins firing wave after wave of tiny, razor sharp whirlwinds, whipping at the great dragon one after another.
Not really important, but...
Lyra actually wouldn't cast reflections, since she'd have to have a mirror-person bound to her, which is unlikely. But, for the dramatic effect, well...
Lord_Bahamut 04-22-07 10:12 PM
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Ah. Edited.
Tyrion's massive form isnt' so manueverable in the air. The winds whip across his scaly hide, leaving small but painful cuts. Diving to avoid the whirlwinds, he roars as his wing membrane his sliced by Venti's spell. Out of control, he smashes into a mirror tower, breaking it into millions of pieces of glass. The entire tower slowly falls over as cracks run up it and break it into huge slabs of razor-edged glass. Tyrion plows into the swamp/glass arena floor, and looks up in time to see the tower come crashing down atop him.
The pieces of glass settle, grinding against each other as they sink into the ground. The pile of glass shifts slightly, then is still. One part of the glass suddenly turns molten red, and explodes outward as Tyrion, in his human form, explodes out from the pile. The pile groans and collapses again. Tyrion looks terrible. He is covered entirely in blood. Glass shards line his body, digging into his flesh as he stands up. His eyes are focused on Venti, gold flecked silver orbs piercing through him. Tyrion waves his hand, and the air around him warps as his spell takes effect. Glass pops out of his skin as his wounds heal. Muscles knit back together, and bruises disappear.
"I have treated you too lightly for too long, Master d'Sylph. I apologize, but now I will not hold back."
Raising his right hand, Tyrion seems to blink for a moment. Then several things happen at once. Mirror buildings all begin to break apart, and glass swirls together into a blizzard of shining light and razor-sharp edges. At the same time the ground rips open and lava and rocks explode around Venti. Also at the same time, pencil-thin filaments of flickering red light leap from Tyrion's outstretched palm to shoot unerringly at Venti. The swarm of glass wraps intself around Venti, and then razor sharp edges of glass constrict inward spinning like saw blades. Finally, Tyrion puts his hands together and fires a tiny ray of white light so bright it blinds those who look upon it. The beam streaks straight into the mass of explosions and glass, leaving a glimmering trail of silver-white and black motes behind it.
OOC
So Tyrion's out for revenge. His final spell is an attack called balefire, from the Wheel of Time series. Basically, it cannot be blocked by anything, and erases from history and reality anything it touches. For example, say you're in a battle and you get your arm chopped off. If someone strong enough hits the guy who chopped off your arm with balefire, his recent actions get erased from history (as well as the guy himself) and your arm is suddenly reattached, as if it had never been severed. This is because, in reality, it never was. The balefire was powerful enough to erase part of reality. That's why it's so powerful. And why the beam itself is so thin, because it requires enourmous amounts of magic to use.
Sorcen_Anenooata 04-22-07 10:14 PM
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Sorcen fades from view from his throne. He reappears on the ground in the arena. The combatants, presumably, stop their match to watch what it is he is up to. He speaks, "We have judged your match and found that Valoran and Tyrion have come out as the winners. Good job to all of you, it was quite enjoyable to watch."
He does not stop his floating procession across the arena floor until he reaches the Betting Window.
LostMage 04-22-07 10:17 PM
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Venti nods to Tyrion, holding out his hand. "Exceptional, sir."
Lord_Bahamut 04-22-07 10:33 PM
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Tyrion calls of the attacks, and shakes Venti's hand.
"The pleasure was mine."
He steps through his customary doorway of light, and into the Tavern.
Silence's death curse, as if angry that the match has ended, fades away.
Drake the elf that I recreated a bunch of times and made him a different kind of elf each time until finally I retired his concept as a wood elf.
Then Dalamar my drow assassin, I actually heard my friend's dad's character named Aladar and somehow I twisted that into Dalamar and then after I mentioned his name to a friend of mine he told me about Dalamar of the Dragonlance books and i got into reading those.
I was visiting St. John's College...and ran into a Sorcen's Baator guy! He was even in the same visitor's room as me!
Anyone remember the character Hestaby? Yeah.
It was really wierd. We got talking about RPing games, and I mentioned the WoTC boards and a thread I posted on (1001 useless magic items)...which apparently he's also seen. And he asked what username I use. So I said my main account is named after my artificer character: Gideon Gid...
At which point he turned to me and said: "I'm Hestaby."
Talk about coincidence :D
What are the odds?
Step One - Greet warmly
Step Two - Grab by shoulders
Step Three - Shake hard
Step Four - While continuing Step Three, scream, "WHY DID YOU LEAVE US?"
Now, as to our newest question, I really don't think I have any sources, all of mine are, to my knowledge (curse thee my subconsious) unique.
Doran: Based off of my career for playing sorcerers, especially draconic ones. My very first game I played a basic wizard, but once I got my players hanbook, never looked back. It's so nice to hear comments such as "You're books are banned" followed two games later by "You can only use core rulebooks" followed by "I don't trust you" later followed by "NO! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THEM! THEY'LL GET THEMSELVES KILLED WITHOUT YOU!!"
Nimbrixion I suppose she could be lightly influenced by the Legend of Huma, given that I had just finished reading when the charecters were posted.
Sevifor: No inspiration. Period. He was developed as part of a friends crazy theory that when a half-celesial half-fiend was born, they were actually creatures of pure chaos. This birthed the idea, and Sevifor is based on the logic that
1) Chaos is, by nature, unpredictable
2) Since Chaos is always unpredictable, you can count on the fact that you'll never know what it can do
3) Therefore, Chaos must manifest itself in a predictable, commonplace form in order to be truely unpredictable
Kyyt: Perhaps a composite of several dastardly fiends? Other than that I can't think of anything.
Elise: I don't know, basic sterio-type + a health dose of voodoo magic?
Probably more than you wanted to know, but there it is :P
By the way, I propose that we all, using the items we picked up from the "What item would you have?" question get a ring of sustenance. We could stay awake and RP for hours!
Here's what you do when you see him next -
Step One - Greet warmly
Step Two - Grab by shoulders
Step Three - Shake hard
Step Four - While continuing Step Three, scream, "WHY DID YOU LEAVE US?"
:heehee
And you are right to fear. I'm going through a bad time in my life, and I'd be just as likely to catch you by the throat and slam you through a plexiglass door as say hello.
So, how's everyone else's day been?
The Ring of Sustenance wouldnt work for me, Aya likes me to sleep (and eat for that matter) and I'm pretty sure that I need the rest to keep whats left of my sanity from slipping away.
My day has been pretty good actually, yesterday was pretty horrible but today was much much better. I'm happy because I am getting faster and faster at shooting my bow now that I've decided to practice each day if I can. I'm down to 5 arrows in 10 seconds now.
Oh and I got my copy of The Legend of Huma back so I'm working on reading it now again.
As for insiration, here it is:
Venti D'Sylph was an original, actually. I made him specifically for the Battle Royale. Venti, as anyone who looks at Gideon's signature knows, is Italian for both winds and the number 20, and since his magic is based on the sky, that's where it came from.
Sash Sirsay was originally based on the character the Scarlet Pimpernel, who was some fictional guy who went around saving fictional nobles in the French Revolution from the guillotine. I use the name Sash alot (I tend to recycle names for my characters), and his surname, Sirsay... well, I'll leave that to you guys.
Lyra Argent was inspired by Jorge Luois Borges' Book of Imaginary Beings. It has all sorts of common (y'know, Bahamut, Cerebus, dragons) mythical beasts, and then some obscure ones (such as the Lamed Wuffniks). One of the entries was about the people who live behind the mirror. I had been toying with the idea of making a mimic-type character for a while, and the two concepts fit together so well, you get Lyra.
K'Teeb is just crazy. I'm not entirely sure myself how he made it here. His accent, however, is based on the moles from the Redwall series.
In other news, the Miracolix vs Kauli match has finished in a draw I think.
Cogzy? Or Cog n Taz...I just couldn't pass up the opportunity :D My reply is up. Let the battle begin!
As to where character ideas came from...most of them come when I'm bored, and few are ever actually played outside of this (my 25 page character file is standing by in case I ever lose or retire characters from this forum :D)
Gideon Gideonson: Saw a picture of a technology knight named Gideon Gears, and realized Gideon was an awesome name for an artificer. Couldn't think of a suitable last name, so I just used it again :D
Mzumu Kagunda: Loved the idea behind the totemist, but didn't like the mechanics or some of the flavor, so I re-worked it to my standards. Unfortunately, I couldn't get rules to go with it, so he appeared here.
Lady Inaya Elrissa: Popped into my head when working on...I honestly don't remember. Something similiar to Tome of Battle that never really worked out. But the character stuck.
Llval and Co.: I'm decent at whipping out characters when I need to, and Llval just popped into my head when Sorcen asked my to judge a match. Speaking of which...now that Revlis is gone, we need another judge for the new forums. Bahamut...you game?
Coin: Chaos is awesome, and Terry Pratchett is awesome. Then I saw the Sigil Prep campaign, and it all fell into place.
Bartelemus: Honestly, he was created for a single line demonstration on my Role-playing advice post, simply cause I wanted a name. And he evolved from there.
Ukinanni: Heroes of Horror introduced me to the dream realm, and it went crazy from there. The Wheel of Time and Neil Gaimon probably influence her behavior a bit, subconsciously, but she was created before I read those.
Rynce D'Janas: Came from the idea: if monstrous humanoids were paladins, what would they ride? The bugbear on a Dire Rhino appealed greatly to me visually, and thus Rynce was born. Unfortunately, he died before his motives/personality could really shine
The Dark Trinity: Sometimes things just pop into my mind and have to be written down. It's how all my stories start out, and this was such a case. I don't really know how to use them/her/it, but...
Caben Duur: Don't ask, I don't know. He was originally going to simply be a blood mage. Honest. And then he got out of hand...
By the way, my posting may be infrequent as I go to trial. Damn football captains. He takes one swing at my friend, and I'm the one going to court. I just wish I could have finished the job.
Anyway, I understand. Take you time, and hope you get off easy :D
He throws a right hook at a friend I've had since the first grade. My mind registers what happens about ten seconds AFTER my body moves - I move in, intercepting the hook and snapping his right elbow straight in half. I'm not done yet - I have him in a toe trap. His ankle snaps as he hits the ground. I manage to break his left shinbone in a leglock before they pull me off of him, but as they pick him up, I break loose, pick him up by the throat, and hurl him through a plexiglass door.
He is a 6'2" jock. I am a 4'5" girl.
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Impressive as that is (and slightly unbalanced, but we all are sometimes :D )...the only thing I actually got out of that is that Lord Gareth is female. And obviously armed for bear, despite not having any weaponry.
That's rather impressive.
You know, I've always wondered what would happen if I met someone from the MotP. Maybe we should have a secret word & countersign to greet people with...
In my case it would be pretty anticlimactic. I'd probably just give you a beer and send you on your way.
Speaking of which, though, I will be unable to post for about a week, maybe plus a couple days starting tomorrow. You see, we are having a party. A massive, days-long party.
So, uh, if anyone wants to fight you will have to wait till afterwards.
Anyway, the court process doesn't begin for awhile, so I should be good.
Anyway, nice to know you'll still be around. If something like that comes up again...remember this: We can't afford to lose you. You can cite that in court. We need you here. :D
Lord Gareth: uh... wow. Well, don't worry about taking your time to post, Lyra sure isn't goin' anywhere. Hope things turn out alright for you.
Question then: if we did come across you, would it be better or worse to say that we are from this thread. In other words, would it save me the plexiglass :P Just kidding with you.
Anyways, remind me to head over to reflections when I get the chance. Right now, I should go do some work so I can afford to make it to a tabletop game sometime in this two month (or so) period.
...I came across the 4'5'' girl part...
Don't ask me why, but for some reason, that didn't surprise me as much as I thought it would.
You know what they say: "Size matters not."
Also, I have come to a conclusion. You're a human version of Caben Duur when angry (Note to self...NEVER GET GARETH ANGRY!)
Also, I'm probably going to continue to refer to you as him. Some habits are harder to break than others. :D
Anyway, good luck on the trial, Gareth. I've been to courts (not actually in one, though), and I know how tense and serious they can be. Hope it all comes out good!
Gideon: I would love to judge, but unfortunately I'm rather forgetful. I didn't even remember there was another site that you made until you mentioned me judging it... :embarrass
Anyone want to take on Edvard? I'm itching to get him into a battle. Fear his undead power!
edit: Sorcen, that's kinda neat. People have told me I'd make a good lawyer, but I'd wanna be the Atticus Finch kind... and I'm not sure how many of those actually exist.
Oh, and Lostmage? I loved the name-drop at the tavern :D
And Gareth...probably not, cause (unless he's over 18), his parents might very well carry out the suit. Actually, they might anyway. Either way, you can't exactly claim self-defense, you might get saddled with Assault and Battery even if he struck first.
No matter how you go you're getting at the least anger management classes and that psych paper you speak of will help a plea of insanity.
How so? (not that I don't believe you, I've just never heard of anything like that, and you've gotten me all curious now!)
Sorcen...your plan B lacks a certain...something. After all, the guy's got broken bones and other injuries to remind him that Gareth's not someone to mess with. Don't think that one's gonna work :D
The insanity plea sounds like a good bet though.
And I have a stroke of luck, actually. He IS under 18, but he is ALSO emancipated, for reasons he chooses not to share. So, for all legal purposes (or so I'm told), he's an adult. So I should just be able to convince him.
Must...appeal..to..sense..of..honor.
Maybe I should send you some of my emotionlessness. I've actually been sent to a psychologist due to my parents feeling I'm to "out of it," and he's come to the conclusion that I somehow push emotinos away subconciously. I don't get sad, don't show happiness, don't get angry...it's wierd (or so I've been told).
I'll mail you some. :D
edit: I dunno, Gideon, you seem to come off as pretty emotional here (in a good way)
Either way though...I've puzzled the voodoo mind doctor :D
I have been told that I would make a good lawyer so I tend to try to help when I can with problems like this.
, and :evillaugh that you put in your posts. In fact, I think it is... then again, if you showed the voodoo mind docter some of your battles here, he'd either be convinced of untapped creative powers, or have you comitted (y'know, Caben an' all: "do you find yourself having trouble with pain, son?")The laughs are just when I'm feeling sadistic, or have an evil idea. The smiles simply add to the posts.
However, now that you mention it...all my characters do seem to reflect a side of my personality
Gideon - I've already admitted that I hate anything who's DNA reads as human, but I hate you less than most people. The WAY we think is very similar (and is prompting me to give you this advice - get yourself tested for Asperger's Syndrome. Seriously), but sometimes things just don't click in a conversation, and I get frustrated with you. In all likelyhood, we'd get along just fine, like friends, unless you just didn't 'get' something for long enough and I cold-cocked you in frustration.
Lost Mage - For reasons I can't explain, I don't like you. I have no clue why. Seriously. I have no reason to not like you, I just do. You'd be walking on eggshells around me.
edit: ouch. Well, I asked, so that's o.k. I suppose.
I know I don't have Asperger's though. ADD, most likely. But not Aspergers. Communication is actually something I excell at. In some ways, I guess I'm your polar opposite. Instead of being aggressive, I'm the mediator.
But human DNA? Who said anything about that :D
Although, assuming (as I do) that your previous posts are at least 99.09% true, the thought of a 6'2'' rail-thin fairly emotionless guy trying to pass for a 4'5'' girl with an anger control difficulty is hysterical. :D
But I'd agree. From a lot of these posts, we do seem to think a lot alike...especially with our views of humanity in general :D
Asperger's + Inability to cope with blinding, seething fury + bipolar = Me!
It explains SO MUCH that I laughed.
And, Gideon...as for rail thin, my great uncle once complained that a gust of wind would pick me up ;)
Anyone else here have mental issues? C'mon, join the club!
...and if you all weren't god-knows-where...
...and if we could contact you...
...and if we felt like giving them out...
Anyway, my posting is about to fall in 20-30 minute increments. Warcraft III is calling to me, and I must answer. Luckily, it takes so long to load games that I was able to listen to the complete score of Gilbert and Sulliven's "HMS Pinnafore" twice before I got a game, so I'll still be on.
(alright...I exaggerated a bit...but not much :D)
I suppose now everyone knows the old lawyer jokes are true, just go to Sorcen's Hell if you need legal advice. Hmm methinks a new thread may be in order, ah but I will save such ideas for the morn. Uh oh my insomniatic speech patterns are beginning to show themselves.
Record? Either four or five (I don't remember anymore) days without sleep. :D
:brain hemorages and dies:
I don't know if this counts as a mental issue, but I once played Halo 2 nonstop for 4 days. I couldn't move my hands for three weeks afterwards. And when I was young I almost got Carpell Tunnel (sp?) Syndrome by playing Frogger day after day after day after day after day...
I also occaisionally try to kill the PCs of the people I play D&D with. Since I'm DM, occaisionally they find a random encounter that's five or six EL's over their head. Like a party of 5th level characters taking on a remorhaz. Is that mean?
I miss to much on here...
I dont eaven know how to respond to what I just read.
:brain hemorages and dies:
That makes two of us...
Ignorance SHOULD BE A FREAKIN' SIN.
Weak. Minded. FOOLS. They push me, and push me, and just EXPECT ME TO LIE THERE AND TAKE IT? LIKE I'M NOT GOING TO LASH BACK?
I'm afraid I'll be off for a very, very long time after this one. There was blood this time. And it's not like it could POSSIBLY BE THEIR FAULT. Oh no, it's always MY FAULT! It's not like I'm a nice, rational person WHEN YOU LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! It' isn't like THEY WERE FREAKIN' PROVOKING ME THE WHOLE TIME! IT'S NOT LIKE THEY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THEY WERE DOING! Oh no, it's gotta be Ira's fault, Ira did everything.
I'm not going to take this anymore. I'm not going to be punished for other people's ignorance and STUPIDITY!
They. Will. Pay. For. This.
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Mind telling us (or me at least) approximately what happened? I'm actually kinda worried now...cause from the way you're talking, it sounds serious.
Just how serious are we talking about here?
And if you don't want to answer that, I understand fully.
Also, in my eternal role as the mediator...I don't think making them pay is the best option. Speaking as a concerned friend (albeit it online), I'd suggest not escalating the situation any further: it's only going to get worse. That's why I prefer cutting remarks and political style destruction to actual violence...it can be just as bad, and has less repercussions. Sounds like the last thing you need is to go, as my friend would say, ape-sh*t crazy on someone. So as someone offering advice, don't do anything rash. For everyone's sake.
-Gideon
Septimus is not based on anything, except that the name Septimus was borrowed from a book.
The newer character-would you believe it all started with a book which featured a book, a different book with yet another book in it, and an even more different book which mentioned a bookish mage?
I completely agree with Gideon. I may not be as good a friend with you as Gideon is, but I can tell when something is spiraling way out of control. So yeah, PLEASE don't do anything rash or (dare I say it?) stupid? Because you'll just regret it later, and we need your roleplaying skills here!
I won't elaborate further. I'm sure you know even more about this stuff than I do, so I'll just shut up and go sit in a corner.
edit: Not sure if this is the right moment, but Edvard is open for a battle.
If it helps, you can go break the FoD clause and beat the unholy snot out of Caben :D Then again, that's not my char, so I should probably keep my mouth shut....Nah! :P
And beating up Caben? Come on Ank...what did the poor, defenseless guy ever do to you?
Do NOT get any ideas.
By the way, I am typically stuck as mediator too, for the record.
Never.
For anyone interested, here's the current breakdown:
Sorcen_Anenooata 435
Gideon_Gideonson 429
Lord_Gareth 301
LostMage 173
Lord_Bahamut 153
ank 145
Khael 96
Larz_Fang 78
Fullmetal_Alchemist 75
Revlis_Nogard 70
kronos451 57
kaizer_soatze 55
Memnanth 45
cog_n_taz 42
SeptimusMagistos 31
EpicEvokerElf 22
Steropes 22
Toptomcat 21
Seraphine_Harmonium 19
Laetitia 16
Korone 16
Crystall_Myr 14
treetrunker 14
Katherizaltix 13
cog_and_taz 12
Orshallen 12
BlackendEarth 11
skydragonslayer 10
Gaelro_Nailo 10
Forest_Wanderer_Aerandir 8
PartyTricks 8
rulerofDarkness 7
Foxhengeyokai 7
FallenVampris 6
Lonelywisp 4
PinkPanther 2
Roland_Wanderson 2
Inaya_Elrissa 2
False_Keraptis 2
SpellSticher 1
Domriso 1
RichardVauldigar1 1
lone_ranger_84 1
NerdNumber1 1
Djinn_in_Tonic 1
PoisonBlade 1
Gareth: Yeh the other guys are right, dont make matters worse because if you do carry out what I think you're thinking then you definitely wont get out of the previous charge nor will you get as far as you'd like to.
EDIT: Oh oh I found the button. Thats a neat little feature.
Know how it tells you the number of replies? If you click that number, it shows you the breakdown. :D
Also, just so everyone knows, if Gareth is really out for a long time (hoping he's not...hoping he's not) I'll have to bring in some more characters, since most of mine are tied up and the terrain creature is really a one-shot deal.
No offense to any blondes out there, I merely use it as an excuse for myself.
My only excuse is that sometimes I'm an idiot :D
Also I hope they dont try to blame my arena for promoting Gareth's violence, knowing this crazy world they'd shut us down and blame WotC for allowing the violence then the DnD scare would start up again.
I hope they wouldn't.
I'm not sure...
Plus, I don't think it's serious enough to have him go on a "killing spree." I don't think he's that unbalanced. I think he is a logical, sensible person most of the time, except with an anger management problem. I'm sure he can get enough of a grip on the issue not to go completely, insanely ballistic.
I'm quite concerned for him. But I think we're fine, as we don't really have anything to do with it.
I was walking home from school when four of the football team's players ride up on bikes and stop me. One of them said, and I quote, "Thanks for f***ing up our captain, b*tch" before swinging in with a kick. I got booted in the gut and staggered back, only to get kicked by his friend.
Then I saw one of them pull a knife.
I pulled my knife, a six-inch sheath blade, and slashed his bicep open to the bone. Someone tried to grab me and had his elbow broken for the trouble. The third one was stabbed in the leg as he came up behind me, and the fourth one ran. I pulled out my cell phone and called 911.
So, in the last three days, I've severely hospitalized five people.
Sound like a problem to you? Because all four of them are claiming I attacked them first.
Either way, you're in a fix. Four against one is always bad in a court, and you've got a problem for the assault, no matter who attacked first. Self-defense would be a reasonable claim...but you have to prove it.
However, I think it best to move this discussion off WoTC to the other forums, cause I'm not sure it's strictly allowed, and I'm saw someone on here earlier reporting posts (most likely Gareth's, I'm afraid).
But yeah...that's a tough situation. Very tough. Wish I could come up with something that would help, but you've got a big problem, and I can't think of a way around it. Your only real hopes are proving self-defense (the only way for a clean record, which is definitely best for your future), pleading insanity (but that could get you committed as a possible danger to the public), or being tried as a minor, assuming you're under 18.
And Gideon? Check the Taverne.
And I will check the tavern.
Gareth: Oh thats not as bad as I was thinking. I'm curious where you live to have knifefights and things of the nature but its no problem if you choose to keep that secret. Location and crime rate for your area will also have an effect on how well you can get away with you charges. Anyway this particular case will end up being your word versus theirs so just stick with your word of self defense and ask for a lie detector test if you can.
Yes to be safe we should move this to the new site. To the Insane/Innane Chatter thread?
Oh...and Sorcen? I have now officially tied with you for posts on this thread :D
Oh, and where I live? Detroit. The really bad part that you all tell jokes about. I'm a small white girl in the middle of the bad part of Detroit. Which would explain why my father insisted I learn Ninjitsu.
That would explain part of it then...and also mean that your situation can't be that uncommon...except for the part of you taking out five football players in as many days.
The expulsion sounds, honestly, almost the worst of it (aside from pending assault charges, but those should dissappear when you turn 18...unless you already are). Cause then, unless you can transfer to a boarding school or something before it takes effect, it'll be difficult to get into college with that on your record...
Either way though...I hope this works out for you.
Argh! I'm not even in the top five yet? Shame on me. By my count, only 7 more posts to go now. Come on...throw me a bone ;)
Yeah...that suprised me. LostMage shot up there pretty damn fast.
Sorcen, Gareth, and I still have a commanding top 3 though :D
And Lord of Hell giving legal advice? What's next? Caben Duur doing the balloon animals at children's parties?
Ah Detroit, that explains it then. You should be fine on your charges and you seem to be able to handle yourslef well. Good luck and I would be there to help you if I could, I always enjoy a good fight, especially when theres at least 15 people against me. Anyway sadly I cant be there to help you. Your best bet is to move like my friend did that lived there but thats likely not an option.
By the way, Gareth has moved this conversation to the Insane Chatter thread I believe, thanks Gareth.
Oh, I posted on the other boards.
Gideon, Sorcen is going to handle the wedding post in Kaylee's Nexus, which may include some minor god modding, so if Inaya planned on saying, "I don't", say so now. You may also want to tell him if Lord Elrissa came/brought anyone.
That okay with you, Sorcen?
Gideon is in second on the Taverne.
Bahamut has First in the IC thread 2.
W00tness!
I have NO idea what you're talking about :P
And just so you know...even if you do have to leave us for a while, I'm going to keep bumping the nexus. That thread has been quite intresting, and definitely the best RP thread around here, in my opinion. I'm going to save it for when you return, if you even have to leave.
You have been warned. :D
Gareth, I don't know what to say but, sweet.
The nine are based off multiple things including, but not limited to: Darklost, the Axis trilogy, the deptford mice, at least two films, one or two odd webcomics, and at least two manga. I suspect I've forgotten one or two things off the list though...
Ascember: Ed Eldric's powers and arm, Scar's powers/some of his look, and homunculi. Nuff' said.
Kyranoc: One of my D&D characters, a technically immortal epic changling warlock/warmage, whose best moment has to be destroying an entire fortress in one 7th level spell. He also killed off the guys in the fortress that time usefully. Because 400ft radius whirlwinds of teeth are always fun.(See, this is why I don't let the FoD thing drop. Imagine what I'd have done in the Gaia game with this guy, had I used him, or it gotten anywhere...)
The Lord in Black and Bone: Mostly whim. The idea of a black knight is a fun, if cliched one to use in combat, and I wanted something who could be fearsome and have the same line of quirks as my favourite god-monster(Zak not-withstanding.).
Also because constructs and undead are a rather more lawful thing to use and therefore more suitable here for a judge than the aformentioned demon god.
Someone none of you have met yet but might soon enough: Eldric of Melnibone, the runestaff set by the same author plus a number of other things. Like Venom. And Doomsday.
Zak(So, no-ones ever seen him here (luckily for all characters concerned, and the FoD. Seriously, Caben Duur has nothing on this thing for FoD) but I've referenced it enough): Dr Who, one copy of a manga, Kaiju, too much imagination, and of course the cliched 'let's store armageddon in a box anyone can break open, since we never put, oh, a warning on it' thing.
And Doomday. (You can probably tell, I really like Doomsday as comic form.)
The Architect(Because it goes hand in hand with Zak, and is quite possibly responsible for this arena being allowed to get here. Long explanation.): Dr Who, the Annihilator (JLU), digimon, and a set of bizarre procedings in the 'make your own...' thread.
As a direct-lead in to: Annihilator's: the annihilator, and my own warped imagination.
Yes, you have seen one here, or at least Sorcen's universe's version, a rather more 2D copy of the generic one. But thats what you get for outsourcing to undead and constructs over demon techomancy.
The keymaster...: Ghostbusters1, generic Khaelspawn, and, because I needed to wrap up the attack on the ninth before I (grasp) might have won, boredom.
Cardmage: Yugioh. I think this explains Everything. That and I wanted to beat everyone to this idea.
And Gareth... you missed two: Chaos, and rather more obviously, Gareth the cold...
Lord Gareth the Cold - Gareth was originally inspired by me picking up a copy of the World of Warcraft D20. However, a sick, twisted DM made several cross-overs and he ended up in D&D. Things just got messed up from there. His sword was actually designed by the DM in question, as was his opposite, whom he fought and slew in his Arena.
Chaos - Master Fung. I'm serious.
Because if so, I will have no choice but to utilise the High Priest Ee Bah Goom of Ecky-thump.
While Good and Evil clash all the time so are rather more concerned with each other than the multiverse.
Hierarchy of WHO OWNS THE MULTIVERSE
Good/Evil (Top dogs, they own whatever multiverse they're in)
Order/Chaos (Just under Good and Evil, they are the primary factors in any particular multiverse's creation)
Primals (Older and more powerful than their cousins, they draw power from and in turn fuel our base emotions)
Ascetics (Younger lines of thought or emotion, such as Joy or Compassion, they are nonetheless powerful, and form the bottom ranking of Primals)
Creator Figure (They THINK they're in charge)
Ao Equivalents (The gods think they're in charge, and they think the Creator Figures are in charge)
Gods
Mortals
Sound about right?
Zak and the architect.
In the ridiculous ramblings I made, I make the declaration of this: Every homebrew world is either separate or part of the same sphere. We know this from WOTC canon. So what does this exist in?
Now come the rambling: It exists in the void, nothing, no air, no life, no up, no down, no limits, no matter. Nothing can survive.
But yet if we have matter (Multiverses, spheres, whatever) we clearly break nature: Matter cannot exist in perfect non-existance. Therefore come process clearly breaks down worlds, since nothing is constant.
This process is Zak, manifested as an immense void-being who is literally unstoppable, because he doesn't exist in the same way - Any thing you thrown at him is dissolved in him, because he is nothing. And his party trick is to sit back, open wide and tear down your reality around you, before moving on to the next reality.
But he trumps the primals and Law/Chaos/Evil/Good: He doesn't exist, they don't affect him, he is the ultimate law even they cannot stop: Entropy, or death. Just death: The end of reality. He is to bring equilbrium, but does not serve it.
Which of course brings about the other end: The architect, a thing which got created over several mouths in the 'deities and the planes' board: A being from uotside the void, bonded to it, who was a construct-beast running off one order: Grow.
So it does, creating realities by the billions, to goad 'Zak', so it can grow off the remains scattered by the tearing of a reality. And being bonded to the void it's as big, or small, as old and as young, so Zak can't find that one thing that it's looking for, the one making all those things breaking the perfect equilibrium with 'reality'.
In other words, fire up that that again, the Architect trumps the alignments by making their playpen. And being there for it breaking.
And for the record, both of those things are all Khael (the character's) fault. He made one(by accident) and broke the armageddon in a box(by curiousity).
Hey Gid, how's that wedding post coming along?
Eye arr de smurtezt red wizzerd evah!
I'm your polar opposite, apparently :D
And, oddly enough, both seem to fit our respective personalities :D
Also, I'm going to have Sanguine posted fairly soon on Once Upon a Time.
Check the other boards, Gid.
And I did check the other boards
Oh ya, this explains a lot.
Caben vs. Chaos
Just sit back and think about that one for awhile.
And that would be an...interesting match i guess.
After interpretting Aya's answers, she is Blue with Red tendencies. Its odd but thats the way I interpretted our answers. Our main colors were determined as per the test though, the secondary colors were my own flavor added to it.
Flaring Pain
Flames of the Blood Hand
Any X damager they have
Swing in with a Firebreather like Shivan Dragon, or for the truly evil, Akroma, Angel of Fury
Or, option 2, GOBLINS!
So no gory descriptions...which are so much fun to write :D
Caben really needs someone more...normal to go nuts on
Also, although they are opposite, red/blue is one of the worst combos to fight, in my opinion...and the opinion of my legions of slaughtered foes. Maybe this explains why Gareth and I don't team up more :D
Caben/Syra - Blood and Darkness - vs. whatever unfortunates decide to come against them....
The horror. THE HORROR!
Yes. Yes, we do!
And then there's the surprises I have in store for her at the end of Blood and Darkness...
:evillaugh
...not that we're going to let you stop us, of course, but it's always worth a try
Also Gareth...response on the other thread. Quite an odd one to :D
The title also fits for Inaya - after the wedding, anyway, when she dances with her husband :P
And reply up on the other thread.
And imminent reply on Blood and Darkness
And just wait for Syra's confrontation with her father, Konvinax. That will be...interesting. Can you say, "Anime Fight"?
:D
And a-one, and a-two, and a one-two-three-four!
Not surprising. I've never played Chaotic characters very well, except when they're womanizing drunkards who love nothing better than to kill and plunder. :D
Anyway, Gareth, sorry to say it but I doubt we'll finish the quest thread up tonight, Aya is about to go to bed and I will be shortly afterwards.
And I kinda twisted your move against you...sorry bout that
Should be interesting :D
Sorry I can't be a bigger help
I just don't know what to do on here anymore. You guys just talk about stuff I don't know the heck is...
Strangely enough, this may or may not be my good side, but I think it's wildly inaccurate. What do you think?
Presumedly aided by my own preferred tactics. Though those tend to be blue (Simply put, my motives are, I suppose, black, but my methods blue-black all the way.
I AM that prick who milled your M:TG deck to zero in one turn flat, baby... And had a full-powered Kaldra ready to mow you down if that failed.)
Turn one - "Raging Goblin, take one"
Opponent - "ARG! I hate you! Land."
Turn Two - "Land, Shock for two, another Raging Goblin, take two"
Opponent - "[explitive deleted]"
Turn Three - "Land, Seal of Fire, Volcanic Hammer for three, take two"
Opponent - "Ha! HA HA! HAHAHA! Grizzly Bears!"
(During Opponent's turn) - "Sac Seal of Fire, kill the bears"
Opponent - *cries*
Turn 1: Forcespike! No spell for you!
Turn 2: Ischron's Sceptre with Boomerang
Turn 3: Patron Wizard
Turn 4+: Boomerang a land, save the wizard for countering.
Basically, you're screwed when I get out an additional 2 wizard...which is about turn 4-5.
I've had games where my opponent gets NOTHING played the whole game :D
However, most fun is Brain Freeze with Ischron's Sceptre. Decks vanish almost instantly :D
Sure, direct damage hurts it pretty badly unless I get really lucky...but against everything else, it's pretty effective.
And that deck looks low-grade. 1st-turn Spark elemental 2th-slith firewalker (But I'm an extended homeboy, since it's Way less effort to get good but cheap stuff then. Also because TSP and Ravnica never brought up real affordable deck-type I gave a &^%$ about. My extended red deck never needed a upgrade after Kamigawa, and outside of the odd card, neither did any others. That's all else I'll leave on that matter.)
Except for pendent of yesterdays. That card rocks, even if it is a little boring.
Well wouldja look at that?
Speaking of which, I have a question if you could have one superpower for a day (just a day, mind you), what would it be?
It's probably best I don't ever have that temptation. :D
I wouldn't want one, honestly. I'd be tempted to use it in horrible, terrible ways, and would probably bring down the government and smite far to many people for my own good.
It's probably best I don't ever have that temptation. :D
This may be true. We considdered world domination plans with them, namely, which power would work best given the 24 hour duration.
Personally, if I had a power for just a day, I think it'd be telekinesis, just 'cause it'd be fun to fool around with. Second would be the power to manipulate time, since it'd never end :P
Of course, the main tatic is not to allow the opponent any lands/deck, with Boomerang and Quicksilver Fountain, you can easily force your opponent down to a single spell a round. Which can easily be countered.
But yeah...burn decks is really the only place I've had trouble. They're a pain. :D
The ability to alter memories at a distance. Lasting, and far, far more devastating than anything else I can think of. After all...our experiences are what decides who we are (in my opinion). Changing your exposure as a child could re-work people completly. And after 24 hours? The changes would stay.
Look out world
I wouldn't want one, honestly. I'd be tempted to use it in horrible, terrible ways, and would probably bring down the government and smite far to many people for my own good.
It's probably best I don't ever have that temptation. :D
I do, and would. And my answer? Control of electric impulses. Computers, people, the world... all my *****. So what I get one day, I can still bring down any one of my choice long-game by setting myself up in that day.
And That trumps memory control, since I get that too.
My deck sounds sub-par now, but it's better than it looks. The whole thing could theoretically run on seven mana and has dealt more than six hundred points of damage in a single turn before. The key isn't speed - that's just a fringe benefit. I've had counterspell decks stop everything I throw at them only to burn under a single, replicated Pyromatics.
3-mana. Thats my red decks optimum (We should stop the grandstanding now... Well, I should.). And while I haven't done 600 damage every, Its a win at blinding pace.
But my favourite is definately my red/green clean the field deck. Some of the biggest monsters in the game, X-damage uncounterable spells, and no opposition. Turn 8-darksteel colossus, turn 9-Obliterate. Fun times.
It reminds me of Mr.Freud, that was the first thing that came into my head when I read that post...(if there was a smilie with one eyebrow raised, it'd go right here)
edit: Kheal, again, I hadn't thought of that. *shivers...again* Electrical impulses. Very creepy.
And Khael...you forgot one important part of your power...the ability to know WHAT each signal does. That's why I didn't get something much more complicated, like the ability to discover and control the Higgs-Boson particle. It would pretty much be the ultimate power, ever, but I wouldn't know how to go about using it.
Assuming I would, however...I'd go with the Higgs-Boson!
EDIT: For those who don't know...the Higgs-Boson particle, also called the "God" particle, is supposed to be the fundamental building block of all other particles. I'm pretty sure this extends to gravitrons and pretty much everything except anti-matter.
edit: whoa. It's like you read my mind or something... I've heard of something like that, strings I think they're called. Is there any relation?
Possibly. I'm no expert (yet...), but there is very likely a connection of some sort. I'll have to check.
But yeah...the world would be at my feet.
Using theoretical quantam (sp?) physics to control the world... that's a novel idea... (no, really. I could see a book with the same premise, if ther isn't one already)
And there is indeed. Ever read Alan Moore's Watchmen? The book with the most amazing vigilante ever?
But to prepare you...it's the only graphic novel featured on the list of the top 100 literary works of this century.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watchmen
And here's the character who manipulated particles:
Dr. Manhattan
And here's the most awesome viligante ever:
Rorshach
It's a dark comentary on human existance, and a VERY good read. I'd recommend it instantly, and will come to your house and smack you if you don't read it :P
After all, telekinesis doesn't state about how it won't blow up your head with strain, and alter memories... You never stated it was your choice of memories...
Ah, the old DM fiat weakness of overblown wish...
But if you like: The ability, knowledge and power to control electric impulses, exactly as I will, without physical, mental, legal or spiritual reprocussion on my person, but with beneficial reprocussion on my society, monetary and policial wellbeing.
I think that covers it... but I may be wrong.
And, Gideon, I'm definitly a fan of graphic novels, my favorite being the Fullmetal Alchemist series (the ethics, philosophy, and all the crazy transmutations). As for recomendations, I'd suggest Maus, which is a graphic novel, and Snow in August, which is a great book.
For superpowers, to copy anyone's abilites at will. I can scan someone's DNA and keep it in my forever. I can learn almost anything :D
And Khael...nice little post there. I can't find a loophole yet :D
My choice of superpower would have to be the ability to do anything once and only once. Then my first action would be to extend my ability beyond 1 day to say... FOREVER! My second action would be to allow myself to repeat powers. If either of these didn't work, I think I could have fun with the sub-powers to permanently take over everyone's mind, spontaneously create various precious resources, design renewable-fuel energies, and transform my computer into something I can pull things out of.
Yes, I have given this a lot of thought. I have a lot of spare time.
For superpowers, to copy anyone's abilites at will. I can scan someone's DNA and keep it in my forever. I can learn almost anything :D
Not true, the powers end after one day. After a day in other words you die a painful death, since your body is incable of reproducing essential proteins, its DNA too mismashed, and the powers that let it work...
Not to mention, most powers wouldn't be DNA based - we all picked mental power.
Of course the fact you would need DNA samples and we all picked ranged powers too...
And Septimus? Techincally I get to pick what people do with their choices, I never specified a range beyond at will... And my first move is planetary enslavement for one day... (If anyone read the other board you'd probably guess what i'd do to anyone trying to enslave me by superpower, hence the nickpick)
I meant "Scan Someone's DNA and store that information in my brain"....just forget it...
Another one I'd personally enjoy would be to be able to animate my drawings (no, not on the paper, in real life). And, in my humble opinion, would provide multiple elegant methods of world domination.
Teleportation.
Okay, I only have it for 24 hours? That's more than enough time to cry havoc and unleash my bloody vengance upon the people I hate.
I didn't mean "taking DNA" like that Keal....
I meant "Scan Someone's DNA and store that information in my brain"....just forget it...
You never know... I've watched Underworld and Blade 2. And know of metaphorhisis or whatever it was called (PC game where you got four DNA hunters, with that power - what ever they killed they could collect and replicate in their forms so you could make up real freaky combos.)
But... A clone army now, good times... frame the rest of the world. Nice long term choice.
You never know... I've watched Underworld and Blade 2. And know of metaphorhisis or whatever it was called (PC game where you got four DNA hunters, with that power - what ever they killed they could collect and replicate in their forms so you could make up real freaky combos.)
But... A clone army now, good times... frame the rest of the world. Nice long term choice.
Well, seeing you are making me feel stupid, I'll take another month to think of a superpower I want. That is a power I truly wish I had. To copy any ability at any given time. Back to the drawing boards....
Gareth: yeah, teleportation was one that people suggested, but most of them just said: "Yeah, would make a great entrance for classes."
edit: Uh, Fullmetal, it's just a question for the fun of it. No need to spend a month on it, your answer is fine. Kheal, if you want to poke holes in potential powers, I think the power to manipulate time has at least one gaping hole...(are you in a debate club or forensics (sp?) team where you live?)
Well, seeing you are making me feel stupid, I'll take another month to think of a superpower I want. That is a power I truly wish I had. To copy any ability at any given time. Back to the drawing boards....
... wait what? Didn't you intend a clone army? (I actually thought thats what you where planning, as I couldn't think up another DNA-related long-game scheme on short notice.)
And that's Gareth. He thinks differently from most of the world, like the rest of us.
... wait what? Didn't you intend a clone army? (I actually thought thats what you where planning, as I couldn't think up another DNA-related long-game scheme on short notice.)
No! I said I wanted the ability to copy talents.
Example, I look at you, taking about four minutes to look at your features. Everything you can do, like maybe acrobatics, I can learn without training. If you knew how to use a sword and I didn't, I would learn it...
Now I have a character idea...
This does have one drawback though - you need incredible fitness since knowledge of technique is useless if the body can't handle it.
Not to mention the limits of the body (You could copy all of Gareth's skills and she'd still take you, since she knows how to use them, has the reflexes, and of course the predictable unpredictable rage.)
They say knowledge is power though, so it'd still be so useful for the other side - covert ops. imagine waht you could do if you can copy all that 'secret' data.
Huh. Most people seem to be interested in more flashy abilites... not bad, now that you clarify, Fullmetal.
Yeah, nothing seems to get people to like my ideas anymore...
Yes sir, questions of the day never fail to make life interesting, if not for at least a few seconds.
By the way, trumping is not the objective here. I'd be willing to engage you in a debate, Kheal, 'cause I like that sorta thing, but the point of the question if just for a bit of fun...
(It's not really trumping so much as i'm that defensive of my person, so much so even in a totally endless game like this I'll look to weasel to the top.)
edit: Hey, just saw the post count on page eighty something... well, the post counter on my profile must be broken! It only registers me as having made 130 posts!
But if I did get one choice for a power, I'm thinking right now that my power will just use Incarnum magic. I could take any soulmeld and fuse it to my body. I still don't know. I just want the ability to be a "copycat."
Brain waves? I see how that might work Khael, but not totally with you on that one. I'm just thinking in magic terms.
The weakness of either is of course the former they still have life and impulses, and of course nothing binds them to your will...
The latter... In theory you don't need superpowers, water or a rubber will destroy them.
And manipulate time? (I only just read that edit) Big no-no. if you do anything but go forwards you're screwed, due to paradoxes.
You need a buffer to over come paradoxes (Yetis from Dsicworld are really good proof - they can 'save' their lives so when they die they rewind back, and have deja vu to remind them ' you were gonig to die here')
And no, where I am we don't get debate teams, this is sole grade-A insanity on my part.
Fullmetal_Alchemist ; In this kind of game, never limit yourself to 'this works in D&D magic' or similar, if you don't say it it might not work as you want, hence my rescript of my choice, even to imclude the ability/knowledge/will to fully use that power.
You for example said DNA, but knowledge is not DNA, its electrical imulses, brainwaves. All you'll get off DNA is either a clone army as you can copy anyone physically having copied their physical being or maybe the ability to prevent certain diseases in yourself (some people lack a gene protecting against disease Y etc., you copy that, your body
can make it...)
But copy brainwaves, you can steal knowledge. Maybe just ask for 5 level in mindspy PrC and at will 'detect thoughts' SLA.
Now incarnum, that you should pull off, since you can just lay out a book and it gives everything.
Just for fun, of course.
I'm talking about "real Life", not in D&D terms. I think I already known I don't have to use all the D&D rules in this thread. Never watched any of my matches....I'm just going to shut-up now.
If not, by their nature as ink beings, they can be changed (PPG comes to mind where a group of chalk monsters come to life) - either by using ink to make them harmless or even to destroy them - A blot by its own defination in the power has no life or intelligence, not being the figure any more.
If they get redraw even you might lose all power over them - they are no longer your being.
But to deny them the power to have their natures changed this way suggests they will be automaton incapable of taking on anything new. - They won't know they can be destroyed they won't tell you, because they cannot be modified by outside sources.
Of course also there is two more problems - you have an army for 24 hours only, after which the country in question recovers, assuming you could beat it down (you can't cover a large country in 24 hours, when you also have to ransack it)
And also of course... being ink they have no actual power - 'Lenny' is still made of ink lines.
Fullmetal_Alchemist: I suspect you misunderstood what i meant, I meant for example, in terms of 'what superpower' its like wording a wish spell. Get it right and you get a power for 24 hours, get it wrong and you get squat (Or worse, you get the power, but can't use it, or it backfires).
The thread/board/D&D rules don't matter for the question, (nor do psysics though) but its still more a logic game to get what exactly you want, than just a 'this sounds good'.
You can play it like that but most of us here seem to play hardball with our superpower choices/items.
Fullmetal_Alchemist: I suspect you misunderstood what i meant, I meant for example, in terms of 'what superpower' its like wording a wish spell. Get it right and you get a power for 24 hours, get it wrong and you get squat (Or worse, you get the power, but can't use it, or it backfires).
The thread/board/D&D rules don't matter for the question, (nor do psysics though) but its still more a logic game to get what exactly you want, than just a 'this sounds good'.
You can play it like that but most of us here seem to play hardball with our superpower choices/items.
Then I don't belong...
Then I don't belong...
Hey, I said most. As LostMage said first, his friends went for the cool sounding powers.
But being a D&D player of the worst kind(kidding...I hope), to me that kind of question ' waht superpowerr' is as open as a wishes 'what would you like?'
And as dangerous.
Technially since most people aren't on the same mindset as me, I don't belong anywhere, but hasn't stopped me yet.
I have to think about this now...
Also, to Khael/Fullmetal, but mostly Khael:
I think that's enough of that. On to the next thing. Okay?
Cause I think it's getting a bit out of hand.
edit: oh, I thought that post was addressing me and Kheal's logic fight. Whoops.
Heres a question I just came up with: Which official(WOTC-currently endorsed) D&D god/goddess/cosmic entity(a near god-like thing which isn't actually a god, i.e. an archfiend) would you be in D&D? Based on doctrine, the being in general, et all.
Barring that... hmmm... I'm not a fan of WotC deities, but I'd probably go for Garl, 'cause he probably has a fun time, especially since his creations are so keen on humor. I think Garl would fit my personality well.
Let the fight begin in ernest :D
Also, the "on this day, the world ends/ it won't end now" thing is a near-direct dragonlance quote, but used in absolutely nothing like that context. It was what inspired that reply though.
On a Kobold.
That's sick:P.
Alas, homework, flour grinding (done by hand, I wish I were kidding.) and cleaning beckons, the reply will have to wait. Besides, I'm at a loss what do do about that, and I'm pretty sure Skraal used all is ressurections for this round (between his speed, style and near-infinite lives, he's starting to remind me of sonic >_<).
Either way, take your time. I'm willing to wait for a good reply :D
Anyways, I'm done, but I still don't have a good idea for a reply to that. It might be rather less epic and just boil down to "fight against a beefed-up Caben" and get really melodramatic and epic again toward the end, that ok?
In any case, after that grinding, all I can think of is bonemeal, so you will have to wait for a decent reply>_<.
Any ideas on the theme song, by the by?
Khael: The defensive thing shows, not a bad trait though, chances are taht you would always be able to beat me because I have that personality to give in and just go with what someone else says while doing it my own way instead.
Cog n Taz: I'm not a big fan of music myself. I havent willingly listened to music for at least two weeks now and I have been known to hate music in general for months on end. Anyway onto the theme song, just go through whatever passes for your music collection and have Skraal on your mind, something will click eventually. Thats the best advice I have.
If there were no consequences, this is what I'd get.
By the way, gideon, I did a little reply in the arena thread. Nothing like as good as the last two, but... unexpected, I hope.
By the by...
my halloween costume this year (saving up to get it now)
http://www.buystarwarscostumes.com/darth_vader_deluxe.html
Now that that's said and done, I'll give Gideon (and maybe someone else, this could be fairly common knowledge) to earn the first 'real' cookie I'm giving out. The first person to successfully give the proper pronunciation of Io, along with where the name comes from (no, D&D was not the first to use it) shall recieve a cookie.
And I think... its Zeus' lover Io, who a moon was named after.
Also Pratchett for a more recent...
And you've seen me talk a lot now. Don't expect to see it again, outside of ramblings, or maybe the odd putdown. I've tried being nice for a change and look how many posts it got me...to fail at it(Though I now see how everyone racks so many posts up here. I'm normally online at a much slower time.).
If anyone knows the story, you can have my personal
Zues fell in love with Io, like he does with more people than is healthy for his marriage. Hera found out about it, as she often does, and prepared to strike the nymph down, but Zues turned her into a bull. Unable to find Io, Hera gave up in frustration, at which point Zues turned her back. For a very long time, she was afraid to talk because she thought she would moo.
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For you see, Zues had hidden the world in a cloud so thick that you could not see through it, so that he and Io might have a little privacy (not healthy for marriage indeed. Incidentally, he also married his sister; what an adulterous man! Anyway
Hera, sensing her husband at work, commanded the clouds to be gone. Zues was too quick for her, and transformed Io into a snow-white cow, and claimed that he had just met such a creature. Hera knew exactly what this was, of course, and so asked Zues to give the cow to her as a present. He couldn't refuse his wife on little cow, so he reluctantly agreed. Hera then placed the cow under the care of (insert name here, ive forgotten it). (name here) had many eyes all over his body, and even while some slept, the other remained awake; thus there was no way for Zues to rescue Io. He pleaded with Hermes, god of trickery, for help. Hermes went to (insert name) disguised as a wandering minstral. He offered to play for (insert name) some music and tell him a tale. Hermes then spun (insert name) a tale that it found so boring, all of its eyes closed in slumber. Hermes then slew (insert name) with a dagger.
Hera was not finished though, she summoned a gadfly to always follow Io wherever she went and to bite her constantly. Thus, Io always had not be on the move, and could never rest. She had a brief encounter with Promethius during her travels, who told her that when she should reach the river (I think it was Styx, which is the river of death in greek mythology too, but it could have been another one) that she would be transformed into a human again, and her torture ended.
She must have done this, because eventually, she gave birth to Hercules, who later went on to rescue Promethius from his bonds.
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*whew* that took awhile. I can't believe I typed that all out from memory too :D I hereby award myself a pat on the back
*pats back*
Edit: Due to Khael's recent post, I hereby also award myself the title of "
Actually i prefer nerd *scratches out geek* NERD!
Edit 2: DOH! my vocabulary is failing me again, I just looked up admonition
Changed former post to reflect my idiosy.
And Khael? I AM a geek. Hell, we all are. And by virtue of our participation on these boards, we are also nerds. And by self-proclaimed virtue of things I do on the Wizards forums in general, outside of the Wizards forums, in real life, and in gaming sessions, I doth declare myself an UBAHNERD!
And I'm the deadliest nerd alive :D
but I think you do get the other title by dint of being probably the only nerd who actually might know what they're doing with a master/buster sword.
And, No Sorcen, you don't know what you're doing(Because I can forsee this will come up), everyone knows only ninja or demihumans can use those two without looking like a Complete prat.
Well excuse me if I'm in a sub-par mythology class.
You are excused :D
Speaking of Greek mythology, Sash's last name (Sirsay) is vaguelly (sp?) related to a character in a certain epic poem... (I think I've said this already... maybe?)
And its the human touch. The gods are so fallible people can identify with them. Couple this with the fact the greeks were the 'great masters' before the romans, who were greek-fanboys, and so took up their gods abeit under new names.
The norse on the other hand were never considered so greatly in the greater schemes (Romans took over Europe so their influence spreads, and being fans of the greek ways, those are spread.), so by the time the 'greats' know of the norse they've been converted.
And you don't really want to rename your things after the defeated do you?
But I do reckon the norse have the best gods, and legends (Nidhoggr rocks...). Doubly so after reading the Brathalla webcomic(short hand: The norse gods years growing up with the runt Thor, Loki plays with dolls (even longer story how he got there lie that) and the like.).
?-Gideon
So I'm gonna pass the blood god off to Gid and keep control of Syra's father. Post up soon.
And if so...what has Caben been doing this whole time? Have I been treading a very narrow line?
Also Sorcen, there is an RP section on the new boards that seems woefully unused. I remember you mentioning that Sorcen has a mission to kill the gods. After Blood and Darkness ends, I think I'll have Syla talk to him. She's got some personal issues with divine beings.
However, it's gonna have to be on the back burner. When I get home and off this crap-tastic internet connection, the Nexus is going to come first.
But I do have a reply up for everyone.
Also check it for a hole in Cogntaz's move. It's never a good idea to take part in a fight next to the others guy's power factory...
w00000000000000000000000000t!
.Also Sorcen, there is an RP section on the new boards that seems woefully unused. I remember you mentioning that Sorcen has a mission to kill the gods. After Blood and Darkness ends, I think I'll have Syla talk to him. She's got some personal issues with divine beings.
Cool, sounds good to me. Thats true though, we'll finally put RP Central to use over there. Theothanatos!! (It just sounds better and more cryptic than deicide or theocide.) His philosophy is against all gods but Sorcen doesnt mind divine power in the right hands, by right hands he means loyal allies and his wife and some to himself of course.
Sorcen has a few "toys" that have powerful entities tied to them. And all those gods that Sorcen killed or ordered killed or manipulated people to kill, yeh their divine essences arent exactly destroyed so much as trapped in an undisclosed location so Sorcen can draw on those powers and so their worshippers will slowly slide towards evil because of their worshipping tainted divine ghosts and they wont suspect anythign until its too late. Oops gave away my scheme, or is giving it away a part of a bigger scheme.
But it's on its way...I don't plan to sleep much tonight, so expect it up before tomorrow morning (before about 6-7, that is).
Although an explaination would be interesting. I'd like to hear how that works
As a headline for a preview of Warhammer Online, Chuck Osborn said, "Now is the time of mine hammer, and thou can't touch this!"
I laughed my ass off.
Now, onto Syla - Syla was "betrayed" by her patron deity. She had fled to a world where the gods walked the Material, and her village was under the personal protection of a nature deity. Another god came to make war, and her goddess did nothing. Syla didn't know that she was already dead.
Her thoughts turned to rage and anger at the gods. Unconciously, she reached out through the void for power, any power she could find. She HAD inherited some of Konvinax's power - the power to call across the planes to anything that would answer back, the power of any extraplanar lord. Her thoughts where death and blood and rage - and so she found Caben. Syla doesn't know that is the source of her power to this day - she beleives she has an innate connection with Death.
Strangely, Syla doesn't employ blood magics. Instead, she is a master at the summoning, raising, and controlling of the undead (She's a Master of Shrouds on top of that). Ever since she first received power from Caben, she has been seeking power to slay the gods - all the gods, because she believes them to be traitorous and vile. In their place, she seeks to restore the fallen gods, including the three she has, to their "proper" place.
That's just on her own world. Sorcen could likely convince her for deicide on other worlds as well.
...sorry, just thinking out loud :D
That's quite on purpose. C'mon Gid, I scheme like a drow. Everything I do or do not say is carefully planned.
You're all my little puppets, dancing on strings of plot and manipulation. And when you think you've cut yourself loose, you've only recieved a more invisible set of strings.
Dance, my little marionettes, dance.
And you ever seen Pinocchio? Sometimes puppets have minds of their own, and move in ways you could never anticipate.
So please...regardless of if I play into your hand or not, don't ever call me a puppet again. It's one of the few things that really, really, gets on my nerves. If I wanted to mess up your plots, I could, easily, as I've anticipated several. True, some are suprises, but others I just go along with because they're so interesting. But that does NOT make me a puppet.
Sorry to flip out like that, but that's pretty much the one thing that bothers me...people taking away my right choose, or thinking that they have. And being a puppet means that someone else controls my actions. Which, manipulative as you may be, you do not do.
This marionette dances because it feels like it.
Anyway, enough of that. Sorry to rant about that so much. Just a personal peeve. :D
Think of it this way - to make any of you dance, I have to be holding the strings. If you pull back, the puppeteer falls onto the stage and the audience can see him.
I'm sorry if I offended, but it's one of my favorite metaphors.
That little bit just cleared the whole thing up nicely. I can accept it now. :D
Also, I edited my profile on the not-so-new site.
By the way...nice try with that, but the Void is like a lot of torture...after a while, the victim loses all will to save themselves.
round 1, party: "WTF is this? This isn't a WotC monster, you cheated!!"
round one, me: *gets punched, and possibly dodges a few soda cans*
Caben: *backstory*
round 2, party: "K, calm emotions, that solves the encounter, right? m'kay, how much xp is that? Cool, now what do we kill next?"
Yes, they really are that bad, and are optimized enough to kill him in a straight up fight at level 10, nevermind land the CE spell.
Also...beating him at level 10? Unlikely, if I say so myself. I could probably write up stats for him...and trust me...no level 10 party would stand a chance in Sorcen's Baator.
Also, now I have some evil things planned
The end of the Caben battle has given my some horribly nasty ideas
"Make a caster level check."
or
"He makes his will save"
if neither is a possibily (calm emotions sounds like something that would bypass all those normal methods), there's always the AoO that sends the caster wheeling into the depths of death...or at least fails their concentration check.
Also, more than stats for Caben, I'd like to see him as a vestige.
You assumed they'd survive the first round. :D
A still better reply, though, would be. "sure, you killed him. Only... you know how they cloned Boba Fett in Star Wars to make an army? Look out the window."
And vestige stats? That I might be able to do...
After I finish the Nexus thing, i'll get on that.
Also...I don't think Caben's attacks would be stopped by something as pathetic as DR.
Also, allow me to elaborate: in their case, DR doesn't stand for damage reduction. It stands for divine reduction. You know, making even stuf like deities seem so tiny that you don't notice them? Yeah, it's the sort of party that thinks pun-pun is a bit too mild.
In any case, I'm glad you liked it:D.
So, which one first?:D
Pun-pun to mild? Ouch...I pity you. :D
Good, you should:P.
Also, am I the only one who realized that Skraal's last move (blue sky n all) is just a big calm emotions spell?
So...Wresh or the time thing. I'd say Wresh, cause I find him interesting.
Oh, and I really want to try luck out, mainly as a luck-and-charisma-through-the-roof type guy, but I might just keep him to th taverne. Anyways, I will do Wresh's entry some time today (hopefully). I can't really write any more useful stuff though, my brain is overheated from too much RP..
It's my opinion, however, that they also make less interesting characters, since their traits are so pre-determined for them.
Luck, on the other hand, has no particular power other than, well... amazing luck, and decent skill with a rapier/amazing shot with revolvers. He's somewhat coin-like in that he can't control his power, it just pops up when he needs it... most of the time (weapon skills aside, obviously).
Also, if your character can't handle wresh, it's different from not being able to handle Caben. They will not die unless they have annoyed him to an extreme degree (in all honesty, he gets annoyed less easily than Skraal:P). The bad news is that they may or may not be tortured with nightmarish fear for the remainder of their life, but that's fixable.
Yeah...Caben wouldn't be so thoughtful. :D
Besides, killing them would be such a hassle.:P
Next I'll get my own brandname :D
Me? I should be sleeping...but somehow, I can't bring myself to. If I ever stop posting for about four days without warning, assume I've gone to long without sleep and am just making it up. :D
That was a lot of writing...although 6 pages of text takes up far less post space than you'd think...
Anyway...it's up, Gareth :D
It beings at the last post on the second to last page. Hopefully I did a decent job. What do you guys think? *crosses fingers, holds breath, passes out on floor*
However, Cog n Taz...here's my initial draft of Caben Duur as a vestige. Still needs some work, cause this took only 10 minutes, which isn't enough to make it work perfectly or be balanced.
Caben Duur, the Blood Soul
Vestige Level: 8th
Bind DC: 38
Special Requirements: You must provide a blood sacrifice using an obsidian dagger. This process deals 5d6 damage to the summoner. This blood must then be used to draw Caben Duur’s seal.
Manifestation: The bloody lines begin to glow with a dark light, and then blood fountains up from within the earth, and obsidian bones are unearthed as the earth trembles. A skeletal creature assembles itself, its black bones dripping with blood and gore, bloody muscles barely clinging to its bones. In its eye sockets rest deep voids of inky blackness, and, in a guttural, sickening voice, it demands to know who summoned it.
Sign: Blood and ichor drip from your eyes, nose, and mouth constantly, although you never feel any effects of losing blood.
Influence: Under the influence of Caben Duur, you cannot show any creature mercy. Any foe that you can destroy you must destroy, unless letting it live would be a worse torment.
Granted Abilities:
Bloody Tidings: As a standard action, you may rip the blood out of an opponents body as if using the spell avisculate. Once you have used this ability, you cannot use it again for 5 rounds.
Unyielding Resolve: When bound to Caben Duur, your ability to cling to life improves greatly. You may continue to fight without penalty while disabled or dying, and no longer die until your negative hitpoints are equal to twice your Con score.
Mastery of Pain: Once per round, as a swift action, you may negate all damage from a single spell or attack. You also receive a +X bonus to your next damage roll, where X is half the damage prevented in this way.
Subsume the Soul: When you land a killing blow on an opponent, they must make a Will save. If they are unsuccessful, their spirit is absorbed into the entity that is Caben Duur. You gain a +6 bonus to Strength and Constitution for 1 minute/Binder level, and the target cannot be revived by anything short of a wish or miracle spell. This bonus does not stack with itself. Only the longest duration applies.
That was an awesome post there Gideon, it brought a tear to my eye. ;) Really though that was excellent.
EDIT: Your on a roll tonight. Insomnia is the best state for creativity isnt it.
As to primals, the problem is, they're rubbish in the arena, by their nature:
They can't affect anyone from another world, let alone a multiverse. So if Ascember comes from world X, The primals of world Y, can't affect him without in effect losing their powers.
They are, like gods, are so old they're finished. Theres no RP flexing, since they did that eons back, and they will generally have to hold back just to cream someone in a fight.
They're limited in attacks in the main, since they stick to what they know. Know as in 'perfected millenia before your bloodline crawled onto the land' These are unfortunally FoD breaking insta-kill, playing to the characters, since they usually won't mess around (some will, others won't, it depends on the Primal, and how annoyed it is).
This means Chaos will release random-power attacks being chaos, Hunger will sit there grinning as you slowly wither and die over the come of the fight, if not just eat you, Lust.... lets not talk on that. But its probably rather nicer than any other will do.
Wrath will literally either make you explode with righteous fury, or swing until your a mashed puddle, and Evil will just open a hole into the worse realm imaginable beneath, above, and beside you. Just to watch your soul get yanked into all of them stimultaneously.
Even Caben (sorry for how that sounded) is better in general: He can't change his mind by his nature(Being continually fueled by the anger and pain of millions is a bummer), but he can evolve, evolve his fighting methods, his tactics, himself.
The Primals finished doing that long back, as they don't have the same link Caben has (Caben was created with emotion, Primals are the ones (in part at least) creating them.
As to the other possible problem... Luck (or time/decay) wouldn't really be Primals, I think is the argument. The Primals (and Aesthetics) are powered by negative or positive emotions and states of mind, of which neither time/decay nor luck are part.
Also frankly they don't work as Primals (Technically they're too... needed. In the same way as Good and Evil, Law and Chaos.
If you have no life you don't have Hunger, or compassion. But you can still have Good and Evil. Same with Decay or Luck).
(There were four of us who made the first, Gareth being third, I think, and I forth. Since the other two have since moved on, That puts Gareth as the ultimate say, I believe. Also because I'm the one who just jumped on the bandwagon and explained the concept to people, they made the concept however. I may be wrong, but that my memory for you.)
And I do know you said Primal-sque, making the above meaningless tosh. But it forced me to dredge the memory stuff back up, so I won't yell at you too loudly...
And a few questions on the nexus, rather than... clutter up the stuff there with them:
Where is the portal in relation to the wedding?
And is there are rough layout to the area such as the wedding is in the main building (Or is it a standard pavilion/'church', garden, rest of nexus layout?)
And lastly... that was a good ending of theirs was it... Very fitting.
Each Primal has an Aspect - this Aspect is the Primal's name. Hence, Wrath, Anger, Hatred, Fear, Chaos, Order, Good, Evil, Joy, Compassion, Mercy, all those are under the care of Primal's (or Ascetics) that bear their name. Each Primal powers and in turn is powered by this Aspect - as long as they exist, it does, and as long as it exists, they do.
Each Primal also has a Jurisdiction - an area where they may operate. Generally, the D&D multiverse is under the Jurisdiction of the Primals on these boards. A Primal cannot leave or extend their power beyond their Jurisdiction - they can only break down barriers between them. Hence, Chaos can open gates to the Far Realms, but he cannot go there - they are outside his Jurisdiction. D20 Modern, Star Wars, Magic the Gathering, and any other seperate Wizards multiverses have seperate Primals.
Lastly - Primals are powerful on their own, but collectively weak. The Primals were, in the begginning, locked in a box by the collective might of the gods (with the exception of Chaos, who was persuaded to go in for the "good of the multiverse," seeing as he's impossible to imprison). They only escaped recently, and have no desire to reveal themselves more openly than they have and be locked up again.
However, not all hope is lost, Primal lovers. Recently in the Taverne, I revealed one of my patented Universal Plot Twists - to fight in their stead, or even for simple entertainment, the Primals have taken to selecting Champions to represent them, investing them with some of their power and their Aspect. The current declared Champions are as follows -
Endeca Spellweaver - Joy
Jaden Vlarion A.K.A. Blackblade - Anger
Coin - Chaos
That help any?
Also, decay, I promise, will be many-sided, and has a good and very-much needed side (in the same way that the occasional forest fire is needed.) He is not really evil or out to destroy the world etc., just... well, a force of nature, really. In any case, he is not what you think he is.
Also, gareth, thanks for the helpful explanation and for not smiting me for mentioning primals (you know, doing the stuff that Wrath would do, as described above. Coincidence much?)
As I said above, I'm not a primal lover, I just have character ideas that I want to try. Decay, in particular, came as an idea together with Order, about 2 months before I brought it into the arena. Luck is also a few months old.
Much as I like the idea of champions, I don't think I will do that... not just yet, anyway, and not with my existing primal-style characters. You did, on the other hand, inadvertently (or not, "dance, my puppets, dance!") give me an idea: Order vs Coin?:D
Anyways, I'm exhausted (grinding and some of the more exciting events of the day don't help in the least), time for me to hit the hay. I'll be back up in about seven and a half hours.
And I claimed the Primal Wrath, hence why Gareth can't wrath about Primals
And not what 'I' think about Decay? After I made up a death of realities, withuot it being evil, I suspect that that means Decay must either be the vilest monster to walk the planes (Bar Good or Evil) or a sparkling sunshine being, who farts flowers.
And a few questions on the nexus, rather than... clutter up the stuff there with them:
Where is the portal in relation to the wedding?
And is there are rough layout to the area such as the wedding is in the main building (Or is it a standard pavilion/'church', garden, rest of nexus layout?)
As far as I know...the wedding appeared to be in the middle of the nexus, in one of the gardens. Where the portal is I don't know, but I'd say fairly close, but not close enough to be immediately visible.
This accurate at all, Gareth?
And Cog, I left ya some advice on the other boards. It's the best I can tell you, really.
So, anyone want to battle?
I have my random tables ready. This will be interesting.
Organized randomness. Heh. :D
The first table is to determine what one out of a hundred different tables I get. These hundred tables then lead to subtables, which have the effects. One hundred tables with a hundred different tables attached to them each, and THOSE with a hundred different effects on them.
Do the possibility math on THAT!
Nice, and I'd love a copy if you have uploaded somewhere. But, even then...they're organized in table form. :D
I hope no offense was taken, but all my other posts were just ignored.
You two can do rock-paper-scissors!
What? I'm playing a Chaos Mage!
Gareth's got this fight. I'll take the next one. :D
Want to try your luck?
I don't know how much you know so I'll run in the spiel: Welcome to Sorcen's, I am officially your hardass of a judge(the others are much nicer people).
As you may or may not know, we play to a certain rough rule(You can follow it to the letter, but most won't fully, especially as battle goes to a climax.) known as FoD or Freedom Of Destiny.
Essentially it means that you cannot decide how you affect an enemy player (Though most NPCs don't get FoD so usually get mowed down), they do. You can tell them what the effect is, where you be aiming for or similar, but you CANNOT (outside of their agreement or if the nature of the attack/effect demands it) decide you hit them or what it does
If you follow the rules(guideline) totally at least.
It also means the probably very obvious effect: No head-shots, insta-kills, controlling a player's actions or the like. You can desecrete a body (minding you don't get too graphic and upset the CoC), animate it's body, etc. but can't rule you destroyed it permanently unless your opponent agrees.
So no destruction effects or similar to destroy the spriit either.
Now go read the 'Tyler's Laptop' for all kinds of help, make up a concept and flesh it out. As Ank says you might want to post up the idea first, if only to see if you got first dibs.
Then post the character up on the roster, give a shout on this thread you want a fight, and wait see if anyone accepts. Then rain hell on the poor sod.
The skies darken momentarily as a tall, lanky figure steps into the arena, seemingly from nowhere. The dark-green robe he wears is studded with many miniature white, eyeless faes, all frozen in a silent, final scream of terror. To each onlooker, his hooded face shows their worst nightmare, one that some never even knew... his green-black cloak seems almost gaseous, there at times, and then again not. In their minds, all in the arena can hear the terrible screams of nightmarish fear.
Walking into the lobby, he declares, "I am Wresh Haltirak. I am the Sleeper, the Dreamer, the Many and the Bringer of Nightmares, who will do battle with me?"
OOC
If anyone gets to see his real face somehow... I wouldn't know how to describe it, except... how many of you have seen archimonde? Yeah, that kinda face.
The good news: no firearms in Japan.
Sheesh, it's amazing what I have to do to get a match.
I hope no offense was taken, but all my other posts were just ignored.
*coughs* Well, thanks for noticing I volenteered Sash :P
edit: Hey, Dragor, looking forward to seeing what character you make.
Good person - ha!
Plus, since being a good person implies that he's what society considers good, and I've heard his views of humanity in general, I'm not sure that's really a compliment. :P
Although you meant well :D
In any case, Gareth, my opinion hasn't chnaged.
*coughs* Well, thanks for noticing I volenteered Sash :P
edit: Hey, Dragor, looking forward to seeing what character you make.
Hahah... ha.... I was just testing you! :P
But I'm sorry, I guess I was just assuming every post would be Gareth and Gideon for a long time. No offense taken, I hope?
Welcome Dragor! When you do create a character, make sure to post him/her/it and a background if you wish on the Roster.
*looks at post breakdown, seeing that together Gareth, Sorcen, and I have almost half the posts on this thread*
...or we could. Yeah...that's possible to :D
Besides...I have to think who I want to fight him...
. Sorry for my delay, Aya and I were gone out for the day. Gareth, check the other site for my reply. EDIT: Blast it he had to go. Oh well I am patient.
Two possibilities...one that must wait, and one that could happen any time.
Bartelemus could fight Wresh on his return, or I could bring in a favorite character of mine.
Either one would make for a very interesting opponent for a guy who often uses nightmares and aims for the mind (the new guy has chronic depression and is haunted by spectres brought on by it, and Bartelemus is...well...going to be having some problems soon)...which Wresh does, unless i remember wrong.
EDIT: And you'll have to excuse me...I'm a little tired at the moment...what does Captain Carrot have to do with this?
Captain carrot: what might seem to sme of you like stupid optimism and the whole "deep down, everyone's a really nice person" thing. No, that is not what I think, but I still stand by what I said about LG.
And if you think so, that's fine by me. I was just following the age-old internet tradition of giving my personal opinion :D
I'll have him up sometime tonight.
This brings an interesting question to light: How many other people here get attacked on a regular basis? Am I the only one who doesn't?
Still, as is my motto in so many cases, whatever works.
And yeah...you're lucky that they're pretty stupid. And not accurate :D
and yeah, you're right, the biggest factor, by a mile, was luck. It seems like the only martial arts those guys know is thugjutsu, I.E. being large and thick( in more than one sense).
Not now, just soon.
edit: just saw your post in the war thread, brilliant:D.
And thanks :D
edit: I'll be waiting for your new character to pop up, Gideon, so that I can give you a couple dozen nightmares, expect me to check back every 10~20 min or so.
Sorry. My bad :D
Well, for the advice to post the general idea here before making it... I read that a little too late... And in fact i started at the tabletop... tacticians rule 1: know what you're going into:D. well here's my char
Loex
Loex, thri-kreen of legend, cleric/verminlord, 4 vicious vampiric wounding merciful daggers, light fortification breastplate, lenses of ebon eyes (see perfectly in any darkness), a fiendish monstrous scorpion (further powered by Loex’ deity), Loex can turn into a big vermin creature, combining features from spiders, scorpions, dragonflies, and mantises.
Loex was born, or rather hatched in the heart of the desert Karanach. He wanted more than the peaceful and happy life of the thri-kreens there, he wanted power, he wanted to be a god. He made sure to gain as much popularity in his tribe as he could, then he staged an accident that killed the chieftain and his heir. Not surprisingly he was chosen as the new chieftain, and he led his tribe for a few years. Then he looked for more power, and turned to the world outside. He convinced as many thri-kreen as possible to follow his cause in an army, and in addition he gathered as many creatures of the desert and the surrounding mountains under his banner. He then took it to war and waged war upon the outside world for years. He was slain eventually though, in a try to take the high elven capital. But he had gathered too much power to die a natural death. Instead his soul traveled into the void, the space between the planes. Here he waited for many long years. Then one day a thri-kreen woman turned pregnant, with a kid that had no soul, or so it looked. Loex gripped the chance and entered the embryo. But he was wrong, the soul was not missing it was just delayed. So as the true soul entered the embryo too, the embryo was split too. Unfortunately for Loex, the souls were fragmented in the two bodies. Then the mother laid her egg, but shortly after the clan was attacked and slaughtered by a blue dragon that had run amok. The dragon did not see one of the Loex touched eggs, so it survived. The destruction had a new effect on the souls though. Most of Loex’ soul in the surviving embryo was pushed away, and gathered with the soul fragments of the killed Loex touched. The bodiless fragment had only little memory if its former self and it had forgotten its name. The living Thri-kreen was mostly a normal young thri-kreen by soul, but the leftover fragments of Loex soul had granted it a connection to the other soul fragment, who now called itself the unnamed one. It also granted the living the memory of being given the name Loex, and a great empowerment, a shadow of the old Loex’ power. The young Loex had no parents, and had to do alone. It had died were it not for the power of the soul fragment in it, and the connection to the unnamed one. The unnamed one thought it many of the things needed to survive in the desert, things that were still left in its shattered memory. It also told Loex that it was a god, and should be worshipped. The connection between Loex and the unnamed one was that powerful that despite not being a god it could grant Loex clerical spells. Loex traveled the deserts alone for years, gaining combat experience, and being taught many things. As he had had all social contact with the unnamed one, he was a zealous, fanatic of his faith. In the end, the unnamed one wanted power, and he sent Loex to the realms of men. Here he walked for long, traveling the countryside and trying to gain followers. He eventually succeeded in gathering some, and soon a small caravan had gathered. Loex trained and tutored his followers, and he brought them to be as fanatic as himself. Years passed, and Loex gathered a small priesthood, most gathered in a caravan under the management of Loex. The cult was a vile one indeed, featuring human sacrifices, contact to and bargaining with devils and demons, and using deception and magic to bind new followers until they were brainwashed. One of their favorite tactics were to send a cultist to a village and put some disease source in there, then when the caravan itself arrived a few days later, many people would be struck with the disease, then the priesthood would cure them and preach of the unnamed one as their savior. The number of worshippers finally made the unnamed one a true god, and he chose disease, verminkind and pain as his portfolio.
Loex was born, or rather hatched in the heart of the desert Karanach. He wanted more than the peaceful and happy life of the thri-kreens there, he wanted power, he wanted to be a god. He made sure to gain as much popularity in his tribe as he could, then he staged an accident that killed the chieftain and his heir. Not surprisingly he was chosen as the new chieftain, and he led his tribe for a few years. Then he looked for more power, and turned to the world outside. He convinced as many thri-kreen as possible to follow his cause in an army, and in addition he gathered as many creatures of the desert and the surrounding mountains under his banner. He then took it to war and waged war upon the outside world for years. He was slain eventually though, in a try to take the high elven capital. But he had gathered too much power to die a natural death. Instead his soul traveled into the void, the space between the planes. Here he waited for many long years. Then one day a thri-kreen woman turned pregnant, with a kid that had no soul, or so it looked. Loex gripped the chance and entered the embryo. But he was wrong, the soul was not missing it was just delayed. So as the true soul entered the embryo too, the embryo was split too. Unfortunately for Loex, the souls were fragmented in the two bodies. Then the mother laid her egg, but shortly after the clan was attacked and slaughtered by a blue dragon that had run amok. The dragon did not see one of the Loex touched eggs, so it survived. The destruction had a new effect on the souls though. Most of Loex’ soul in the surviving embryo was pushed away, and gathered with the soul fragments of the killed Loex touched. The bodiless fragment had only little memory if its former self and it had forgotten its name. The living Thri-kreen was mostly a normal young thri-kreen by soul, but the leftover fragments of Loex soul had granted it a connection to the other soul fragment, who now called itself the unnamed one. It also granted the living the memory of being given the name Loex, and a great empowerment, a shadow of the old Loex’ power. The young Loex had no parents, and had to do alone. It had died were it not for the power of the soul fragment in it, and the connection to the unnamed one. The unnamed one thought it many of the things needed to survive in the desert, things that were still left in its shattered memory. It also told Loex that it was a god, and should be worshipped. The connection between Loex and the unnamed one was that powerful that despite not being a god it could grant Loex clerical spells. Loex traveled the deserts alone for years, gaining combat experience, and being taught many things. As he had had all social contact with the unnamed one, he was a zealous, fanatic of his faith. In the end, the unnamed one wanted power, and he sent Loex to the realms of men. Here he walked for long, traveling the countryside and trying to gain followers. He eventually succeeded in gathering some, and soon a small caravan had gathered. Loex trained and tutored his followers, and he brought them to be as fanatic as himself. Years passed, and Loex gathered a small priesthood, most gathered in a caravan under the management of Loex. The cult was a vile one indeed, featuring human sacrifices, contact to and bargaining with devils and demons, and using deception and magic to bind new followers until they were brainwashed. One of their favorite tactics were to send a cultist to a village and put some disease source in there, then when the caravan itself arrived a few days later, many people would be struck with the disease, then the priesthood would cure them and preach of the unnamed one as their savior. The number of worshippers finally made the unnamed one a true god, and he chose disease, verminkind and pain as his portfolio.
Anyway, to the character rooster he goes, anyone want a fight?
BTW, my next character is a figther/incarnate warforged... but not a normal warforged that is.
Septimus, I'll give you an opponent. Gideon may be open for a bit, since the Nexus isn't quite done yet.
Want to try your luck?
Sure. I'm game.
Lookd interesting though. I look forward to watching his battles, as I'm kinda booked at the moment :D
The young man is of average height, erring on the short side, and, although he is well porportioned and in excellent shape, he moves slowly and a little clumsily, as if lost to the world around him. His mid-length hair is black and rustled, as if he had been walking through a heavy breeze, and his deep purple shirt is stretched slightly across his chest. After a few moments, he reaches the stand and looks up, and his eyes seem to have seen much more than his age would allow.
He watches Sorcen calmly for some time, before carefully reaching for the quill and inscribing his name in the ledger in small, beautifully scribed cursive script. And with that, without saying a word, he turns and walks off, leaving behind him the still drying ink reading Dorian Rike.
Honestly though, well done, I like your character (
) and look forward to fighting the chap, any characters of mine you would like to mess with?Valoran was fun to write up. Death, destruction, chaos, and I still have backstory on how he got ahold of Wrath, Ruin, Sloth, Suffering, and Sin.
And they STILL rebuilding Neverwinter after what he did to it :D
BTW i have other characters ready to join the fray (be posted here):
fighter/incarnate warforged with some quite special soulmelds and tricks
rogue/ranger/blademaster elf
wizard/artificer/rune mage/loremaster/purple dragon diciple gray elf lich
Just tell me, and I will bring him back, I ahve something planned... (you'll see what I mean after you read the fight).
Skraal, for reference (inactive for a short time)
Cog_n_taz- Merithale- human, bard/ice bard thingy PrC(all that sorcen has to say about this guy, no link, but I gave you a reference point for this one)
Mer's entry
The Order's backstory (now dead... sort of)
Purpose (Order Mk2, essentially, he won't fight any character that hasn't aided the cause of or is chaotic in some way, usually fairly major.)
So there you have it, all but 2 of my characters (1 busy, 1 dead):P.
Edit: the Caben thread, read up on Caben Duur (not on the roster, spoilers there, check his entry from post #3 of this topic), then the thread here.
double edit: Caben Duur is only on the roster, just don't read too far as it contains spoilers. Then, go to the new site and read the arena 3 thread. It's good, trust me (on Gideon's side, in any case. I'm pretty terrible at all this.)
Theres the info on Merithale, the link is under his name, I think I got too lazy to edit it so his name was the link sorry.
Oh Gareth posted an awesome story in the Once Upon a Time boards: Sanguine. I've only read the first 2 chapters but I'm hooked, that is truly great work there Gareth. I print things out to read them usually, I find it easier, anyway I almost couldnt bring myself to get on here because I was so hooked in reading it.
Gideon, Paitently taps foot, I await your response my good sir.
Oh, and dragor, I will pop Decay out (I.E. write an entry) some time today
.Dragor, here's the entry I promised, choose an arena thread, and we can both repost our entries there before the fight.
A solitary figure strides into the arena area. It is vaguely humanoid, but seems to be composed entirely from leaves, branches and, in parts, bodies of animals, and possible others. Some are unrecognizable, while others are hauntingly familiar. All are rotting to the core, flecks falling to the floor even as the thing moves, filling the evening air with the sickly smell of decay. The very floor seems to rot away where it walks, and it trails maggots and other creatures that feed on decay. Silently, it raises a hand, or something resembling it, to touch the parchment held out to it. The form instantly withers away, leaving a hole the shape of one word.
Alkuth.
Geez.
And...hooked? To MY work? Umm...I'm flattered...I never thought I was all that good.
Any takers?
nevermind, found it, hoorah for google!
Yeh sorry we get carried away. I dont think theres anything much you need to catch up on, mostly just mindless banter. Dragor joined up with the arena, Cog and Gideon have a match going in IC2 thread, Cog has a new character, Gideon has a new character, the team match has ended but you have seen that one already, umm I think thats about it.
Oh Gareth posted an awesome story in the Once Upon a Time boards: Sanguine. I've only read the first 2 chapters but I'm hooked, that is truly great work there Gareth. I print things out to read them usually, I find it easier, anyway I almost couldnt bring myself to get on here because I was so hooked in reading it.
You mean like that?
Well, I don't usually read online novels, or books of that sort, but I've read sanguine to the (current) end, and in 4 minutes at that (I read fast when I like a book). I must say, Sorcen was right, it's an amazingly good book, I'm looking forward to chapter 4.
By the way, Gareth, have you written a book before?
You guys liking my stuff is starting to scare me....
You'll see it later in this battle.
Still, not bad. Not bad at all. Even though it didn't hook me, I read it all the way through, which is more than I can say about a lot of short stories. Well written in most places, and decently written in the few spots it's not good. Overall, I'd say it's pretty good.
EDIT: Oh...duh. Stupid me. :D
EDIT: Gid, Wresh will probably go easy on Dorian, he almost likes the guiy, in the same way that anyone likes a job well done, that is:P.
Oh, and gareth, could I have the link to shades of grey please? Pretty please with candy floss on top?:D
And I agree with Kronos. I hate you all. I'm not surprised if this thread is putting on 2-3 pages a week...
entry:
A black, but else ordinary looking, thri-kreen enters the arena. He hold a wicked dagger in each hand, the blade holding several spikes, looking more like they were made to inflict pain than to make crippling injuries. His mandibles are larger than normal, and a thick green liquid drips from them. He mumble a few words as he enter the arena, words that a person adept at dark speech would recognize as a prayer to the unnamed one. Behind him walks a large black spider with brown liquid dripping from the mouth. It launches a small patch of web at the parchment, which as it lands form the word Loex.
Kyyt still needs his first battle if you have something for him. Normally, I'd say that having two charecters currently in battle would disqualify my solicitation for a duel...but we've raked up quite a waiting list recently. So ya, I'd be willing to do one with Kyyt if you're interested.
Sure, assuming I'm not taking anyone else's place in line.
Happy birthday to your little sister, cog.
IC1- Elise vs Dia Duit , (Bahamut) vs (Gareth) (I forget which characters).
IC2- Wresh vs Dorian , ?Alkuth vs Loex or Kyyt vs ?Orshallen?
I'm not sure which match is where at this point. Its easiest if you take these last two matches (Alkuth vs Loax and Kyyt vs Orshallen) to the proboards arena site but I just mean less confusing and easier on the judges, and it puts the new site to more use.
I'm not sure which match is where at this point. Its easiest if you take these last two matches (Alkuth vs Loax and Kyyt vs Orshallen) to the proboards arena site but I just mean less confusing and easier on the judges, and it puts the new site to more use.
sorry but i didn't chatc that part, i think its because I'm new, could you explain?
Also I'll probably be getting between 1 and 3 other new guys to enter soon.
And I still haven't spotted any reply to the other 3 character ideas I've posted.
For everyone:
Wresh vs. Dorian are in IC 2, so...
Let's go with this: On the new boards, everything but arena 2 is open, so...
Alkuth vs Loex on thread 1
Kyyt vs Orshallen on thread 3
Leaving thread 4 open for whatever else people want to throw out.
And Dragor? The new board is found HERE.
That work for you, Sorcen?
Finally, Cog: No hurry. Wish your sister happy birthday from Caben Duur for me :D
Well, actually from me, not Caben. Birthday greetings from Caben tend to be brief and painful, and I wouldn't want that to happen to anyone.
As for the new threads...I'd love to be over there, but I don't think I'll be able to due to the e-mail requirement. So unless I somehow get a magical account created for me, I'm going to have to drop out of that one, sorry.
As for the account, I can create it for you. Gideon did the same for Cog so we have precedent for it.
"C'mon, smile! It's only life and death."
Anyway, Gareth...I put up a response to the first chapter of your story, and may do more later. Editting is something that, for some unknown reason, I enjoy doing. Odd, but there you are.
EDIT: If it's an account for me you're talking about sorcen, then you don't need ot, i have made on myslef... Named Munchlord (that's my usual username, but it was occupied in here when i signed up).
Also i posted my other three characters in the rooster on the new forum, and now they are here too.
Dragor Shadowfury
Dragor “devilbane” Shadowfury, high elf, rogue/ranger/blademaster, shadowfury blades (a pair of intelligent bane (elves) sunblades), gloves of dexterity +4, belt of giant strength +4, ring of invisibility, thunderhoof (magebred warbeast light warhorse), shadow of vengeance (Dragor can create a partly real identical copy of himself. It deals way less damage than the real one though).
Dragor was born in a drow slave encampment. His parents were the captivated leaders of the nearby village Koughas. Dragor was given a powerful gift at birth, for his parents invoke the last of their magic when he was born, to shield his mind from evil. Little Dragor grew up to the age of 20, at which point his parents was killed by a dark elf slaver. Dragor’s heart was then filled with hatred for the dark elves, a hatred that the dark elves themselves mistook for evil. And as such Dragor was trained in the arts of battle, and he fought fiercely. The dark elves were joyful for this, as they hoped to utilize Dragor’s battle prowess against his own kin. When Dragor was finished with the training as a worrier he was picked out to be a member of the dark thorn assassins. They were the most feared assassins in the world, and Dragor did well, almost like he was born to be an assassin. When his training had ended, he went to his master, saying that he wanted a last piece of advice for his coming assignments. The truth was another though he slew his master and fled from the dark elf camp. He wandered for days and stumbled upon a scouting party from Koughas. The scouts first thought that he was a dark elf, but in the end he managed to prove that he was a kougan. In Koughas he was thought about the scouting arts, he discovered ways to mix the assassin skills with scouting to provide the greatest effect, and thought the other kougans his skills. He spent many years training and fighting the dark elves, when he heard of the shadowfury blades, he then decided that he would go to claim his family heirloom. He made it past traps, guardians and wards, to finally claim the blades. The blades were even more powerful than the legends foretold, and for many years to come he put a fear in the hearts of the dark elves. He spent 20 years liberating prisoners and hunting dark elves, and he ended the leader of the kougans. It then happened that the dark elves invoke mighty magic to tear Koughas apart and kill the town. Dragor was warned by a spy though, and the citizens of Koughas were evacuated. Most of the grown population followed Dragor, while the rest traveled to the bigger high elven cities. Dragor and his men traveled the lands, and soon the kougans was known as mercenary crusaders. They joined armies of good, demanding only tents, food and a ridiculously low payment for their service. They quickly got themselves a reputation as some of the fines warriors on the continent. After many years of never-ending battle, Dragor settled down for a while, in the city of Da’karlet. Da’karlet was famous for its swordsmen, and here he trained along with them, learning every last one of their tricks, before moving on. His next resting place was the great eastern steppe, along with the nomads there. The nomads were known for their horsemanship, and in return for helping them getting rid of the bugbears in the area, Dragor and his warriors was trained in horsemanship by the nomads. Then came the fiend war, where the dark elves had opened a portal to hell, and devils were pouring into this realm. Dragor and his warriors fought and won many a battle in that war, and Dragor was soon called Dragor Devilbane.
Dragor was born in a drow slave encampment. His parents were the captivated leaders of the nearby village Koughas. Dragor was given a powerful gift at birth, for his parents invoke the last of their magic when he was born, to shield his mind from evil. Little Dragor grew up to the age of 20, at which point his parents was killed by a dark elf slaver. Dragor’s heart was then filled with hatred for the dark elves, a hatred that the dark elves themselves mistook for evil. And as such Dragor was trained in the arts of battle, and he fought fiercely. The dark elves were joyful for this, as they hoped to utilize Dragor’s battle prowess against his own kin. When Dragor was finished with the training as a worrier he was picked out to be a member of the dark thorn assassins. They were the most feared assassins in the world, and Dragor did well, almost like he was born to be an assassin. When his training had ended, he went to his master, saying that he wanted a last piece of advice for his coming assignments. The truth was another though he slew his master and fled from the dark elf camp. He wandered for days and stumbled upon a scouting party from Koughas. The scouts first thought that he was a dark elf, but in the end he managed to prove that he was a kougan. In Koughas he was thought about the scouting arts, he discovered ways to mix the assassin skills with scouting to provide the greatest effect, and thought the other kougans his skills. He spent many years training and fighting the dark elves, when he heard of the shadowfury blades, he then decided that he would go to claim his family heirloom. He made it past traps, guardians and wards, to finally claim the blades. The blades were even more powerful than the legends foretold, and for many years to come he put a fear in the hearts of the dark elves. He spent 20 years liberating prisoners and hunting dark elves, and he ended the leader of the kougans. It then happened that the dark elves invoke mighty magic to tear Koughas apart and kill the town. Dragor was warned by a spy though, and the citizens of Koughas were evacuated. Most of the grown population followed Dragor, while the rest traveled to the bigger high elven cities. Dragor and his men traveled the lands, and soon the kougans was known as mercenary crusaders. They joined armies of good, demanding only tents, food and a ridiculously low payment for their service. They quickly got themselves a reputation as some of the fines warriors on the continent. After many years of never-ending battle, Dragor settled down for a while, in the city of Da’karlet. Da’karlet was famous for its swordsmen, and here he trained along with them, learning every last one of their tricks, before moving on. His next resting place was the great eastern steppe, along with the nomads there. The nomads were known for their horsemanship, and in return for helping them getting rid of the bugbears in the area, Dragor and his warriors was trained in horsemanship by the nomads. Then came the fiend war, where the dark elves had opened a portal to hell, and devils were pouring into this realm. Dragor and his warriors fought and won many a battle in that war, and Dragor was soon called Dragor Devilbane.
BTW i were "summoned" here by Dragor_shadowfury/Munchlord, my good friend.
for joining our community.I don't know how much you know so I'll run in the spiel: Welcome to Sorcen's, I am officially your hardass of a judge(the others are much nicer people).
As you may or may not know, we play to a certain rough rule(You can follow it to the letter, but most won't fully, especially as battle goes to a climax.) known as FoD or Freedom Of Destiny.
Essentially it means that you cannot decide how you affect an enemy player (Though most NPCs don't get FoD so usually get mowed down), they do. You can tell them what the effect is, where you be aiming for or similar, but you CANNOT (outside of their agreement or if the nature of the attack/effect demands it) decide you hit them or what it does
If you follow the rules(guideline) totally at least.
It also means the probably very obvious effect: No head-shots, insta-kills, controlling a player's actions or the like. You can desecrete a body (minding you don't get too graphic and upset the CoC), animate it's body, etc. but can't rule you destroyed it permanently unless your opponent agrees.
So no destruction effects or similar to destroy the spriit either.
Now go read the 'Tyler's Laptop' for all kinds of help, make up a concept and flesh it out. As Ank says you might want to post up the idea first, if only to see if you got first dibs.
Then post the character up on the roster, give a shout on this thread you want a fight, and wait see if anyone accepts. Then rain hell on the poor sod.
End copy...
And we've got no problems with minor language mistakes in their place, unless it gets in the way of everyone being able to make sense of the writing.
Though based off what you've got in that last post, you shouldn't have much of a problem over this. (Let's be honest, even those with english as their native language make a hell of a lot of mistakes...)
Anything else you need to know, give a shout, and someone will eventually point out or tell you the answer. Most of the time it will even be the right answer.
thanks for thatokay. but stil I hobe that we can be friends
Only don't get on Lord Gareth's bad side. Just a word of friendly advice :D
Anyway, welcome to our little realm, and if you have any questions, my door is always open (well...it would be, if I had a door online, so I suppose my metaphorical door is always open...)
Welcome to the arena you two. Enjoy your stay.
Though don't get me started on the Uru-Kai's (spelling error likely) swords in the movies, and on their general all-around ineffectiveness in a real battle. I'm liable to...
GAH! BLADES SHOOTING OUT OF THE SCREEN! MY POOR, DEFENSELESS FLES...
I'm not sure if I should be bringing this up, but it's really been bugging me. What's the deal with Aya? She seems so...distant. She participates in the occasional roleplay, but even then posts more infrequently than you do, Sorcen, and she doesn't involve herself in any OOC discussions at all or start anything on her own. It's really starting to weird me out. Can someone PLEASE explain this to me? Aya herself, preferably.
However, my main problem with them is the cleaver shape. I'm a big fan of swords, and I've found that in order to get a decent attack in with something like a cleaver, quite a bit of force is required. That makes the backswing very difficult, and opens one up to attack, especially with the way they swing them. For creatures supposed to be the fighting elite of an army, a better, overall more reliable weapon would be a FAR better choice.
Plus the hook is stupid. An overextended swing actually has a better chance of hitting if carried in a complete circle or just flipped over, since the blade was meant to be swung that way. The only case I could see the hook being truly useful is if you happen to embed the blade in the ground...which would mean that the person wielding it has no idea what they're doing.
I suppose you have a point about the cost though...although I'd think that one would spend a little extra money to properly equip the elite forces.
And yeah...I've wondered about Aya as well...
A lot of people judge the Uruk-Hai by their fights with the Fellowship - bad plan. When the Uruks fight anyone who ISN'T a main character, they typically kick their asses. The defenders of Rohan, the elves - when heroic characters aren't involved, they ARE elite.
And by the way - the Uruks aren't the elite of Isengard. They are the ENTIRETY of Isengard. They were going to be the non-monster (meaning, non GIANT monster) elite of Mordor, right up there with the Haradrim. However, they sort of got slaughtered before that could happen.
That clear it up for you?
Anytime there is a matter of opinion or something around that, me and Sorcen will talk about it and about 8 out of 10 times we think the same thing so there is no need to restate what has already been said. I also don't always have the right frame of mind to just jump in and talk about stuff with everyone, but I try to when I am and then it goes back to being ignored. So I guess I just stay out of the way until I'm actually needed to specifically asked for.
Umm...how do I say this delicately...
I'M REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLY SORRY IF I EVER IGNORED YOU!
I guess what it is is that when I DO see you post or roleplay, it's excellent, and I keep asking myself why you don't do it more. Don't just wait for our stupid asses - volunteer! Brandish a broomstick and threaten to call shenanigans! Get in there with us and bring some of that RPness in with ya! We WANT you to be a part of the community, Aya.
We accept you we accept you, one of us, one of us...
*chant continues*
And Aya? In the supposed situation with the chanting, I'd be really freaked out. A bunch of chanting people trying to hug me? It's like something out of a horror movie...next they'll be eating my flesh. :D
*munches on Aya's shoulder*
Wha?
Looking at the Uruk-Hai debate (and since I'm a fan of archaic weapons, too...c'mon, who isn't?), I just want to say this: 1) meat clevers are more effective than precision blades like longswords or smallswords when you've got a mob of Uruk-Hai swinging them at your head since, as Gareth said, they work best in teams, and 2) the hook, however, I can only think of as a tool for climbing, etc. If your swing goes too far, you're open to a counter-attack from a fast opponent.
And, before I go, Question of the Day: Who would you a.) most want to meet from the cast of Sorcen's Baator, and b.) who would you never want to run into from the same?
Anyways, I'm Xarallon and wanna join because it sounds like fun.
I was directed here by Dragor, and yes, I know him in person, as we live but a few miles away from each other and geeks gather (soon we will take over the world :evillaugh).
Im currently working on the specifics.
Including what powers s/he is going to have.
I have figurered the flavor.
Nice to meet you. I'm Gideon (obviously :D).
And Lostmage: To answer your question:
1: Lord Gareth.
2: Lord Gareth.
Or did you mean characters?
:D
KNAVE! Face the wrath of Gareth!
*Disintegrates begin flying as Gareth attempts to pre-empt the coup de etat*
for joining. I too like the Urik-Hai swords and can only say that my brother could use it very well, actually we made a sword liek that at one time and he used it pretty well.
The question of the day, I would most like to meet Bartelemus I think, all that knowledge
. I'm not sure who I would least like to meet, I'll have to give that more thought.Oh, by the way, Lord Gareth, I'm assuming you're busy with another thread, 'cause Lyra's waiting in Reflections...
ANOTHER LORD?
Yeah, I was just going for Xarallon, but it was taken.
By me
I forgot the password and in my ingenuity it was this I came up with.
Most: Probably Tyler Vici or Kyle Killigan. I think I might get along with both of them.
Least: Endeca. She's cool and all...but...man. Talk about a dangerous person to be near!
Least - Any of Gideon's evil characters. No. Just. No.
Someone asked where our ideas for characters came from. Dia Duit came from a single phrase: Smoke and Mirrors.
"Now is the time of mine hammer, and thou can't touch this!"
"Build a man a fire, and you keep him warm for a night. Light a man on fire, and you keep him warm for the rest of his life."
And the character I will run will have and interesting twist related to Munchlord (one of Dragors), if I may use it for him. I hope so.
Umm..Gid, I've noticed a sort of trend. You tend to, well, stick with me. You fight with me, against me, RP with me, and have (as far as I've seen) only developed meaningful relationships with my characters. Care to explain this (and be totally honest the first time, saving headaches)? I swear, I won't laugh, I won't mock, but I DO wanna know.
Aye Ank has disappeared though, I sent his name and password to him yesterday via PM and he signed off right before I finished typing it up. And I think your the first to have an awakened swarm. I have a swarmshifter character in my secret character stash though. Dia Duit does indeed embody the phrase smoke and mirrors, good job on that character.
Sanctified Swarm of various vermin (awakened of course): Cancer Mage/Warlock/Cleric (yes I am aware this can't actually work RAW)
Cloak of Infernal Disguise, Holy Symbol, Staff of Diseased Mind.
We are the two most heavily RP centered players here, in my opinion, and that naturally throws us together when it comes to RPing, especially with the large amounts of time that you and I are on compared to everyone else. Neither of us seems to like waiting...and that means our characters talk to pass the time. You're also the one whose characters appear to clash/work with mine best personality wise. The relationships form from that...after all, you did throw Coin and Kaylee together, remember? And the Tyler/Inaya thing was by both of us at once, and, until you threw Coin/Kaylee together, I had only planned on that. Bartelemus/Syra was another thrown together...I forget by who, and under what circumstances, but it's never been just me. As to why that's never happened with anyone else, you're wrong. Gideon had a crush back long ago, until that player left. And none of my other characters are really suited to it...that, and we have a distinct lack of female characters who are likable enough. :P
Remember: You've always been able to decline anything I throw at you. All the character has to do is leave, or cut off the conversation.
Plus, don't forget you've started a bunch of it as well. Gideon and Caben are back, and now Kyle appears again? Tyler sets up the whole proposal thing? Kyle goes to talk to Caben...not the other way round...so you see, you've started as much of this as me, (possibly more) and I could be asking you why you seem to seek me out. In fact, you've distinctly invited me to check out at least two other RP threads you've been part of.
Finally, I always look forward to the next work of plot voodoo, and want to be part of it :D
And as to picking your characters...I truly think I'd get along with Tyler and/or Kyle, given their behavior compared to mine, and the thought of meeting Endeca does frighten me, almost more so than meeting Caben. With Caben, you know you're going to be killed in a painful fashion, but at least it's on purpose. Endeca...she's capable of far worse, and by accident as well.
So there you have it. That explain it any better?
HOW DO YOU PEOPLE DO THAT?
Sorry, lost the happy, BUT THE HAPPY'S BACK!
Bartlemaeus/Syra sort of just happened. They shared the stories of their life and found a bit of themselves in each other - both have gone through great suffering because of forces beyond their control. However, I wouldn't say they're related THAT WAY, because Syra (or, at least, the part of her in Kaizer's) has been a shameless flirt lately. A darkly beautiful shameless flirt.
Now 'tis time for bed. G'night.
Yes...and puts me in my place. Without seeming insulting or cruel.
HOW DO YOU PEOPLE DO THAT?
It's a gift. The one thing I'm good at :D
If noone objects then, I think I'll go ahead and stake my exact claim.
Sanctified Swarm of various vermin (awakened of course): Cancer Mage/Warlock/Cleric (yes I am aware this can't actually work RAW)
Cloak of Infernal Disguise, Holy Symbol, Staff of Diseased Mind.
WHOA! Don't you dare go there! By my count, (and I've been checking these boards thrice daily, don't give me that) you posted your reply yesterday and that was sandwiched in between two other posts made by the new competitors. We've gotten at least two posts each in this weeks time, so did you miss me completely
I'm really tired right now, but Ill see if I can get a quick little reply to you soon.
EDIT: MUAHAHA! I just checked, it was yesterday just after I was forced to get off.
Bahamut is a GOD, not a real Lord. I'm not about to start petty noble squabbles with a GOD. This other guy, however, must be DESTROYED!
Rawr! Fear my divine wrath!
Anyway, thanks for the compliment. I'm flattered that I am above being destroyed. In fact, you've just made my day.
Oh man, my life just got harder. lord xarallon's and Sorcen's avatars are the same... I can't skim anymore! GAAHH! I think Sorcen is posting at insane rates all of a sudden! *head explodes*
Anyway, welcom all the new people. Have fun RPing. But, heh, watch out for Caben...
Oh, speaking of Caben, I was flipping back through the forum yesterday. And I read Gideon's "Caben Santa Claus" impersonation... "What does the foolish mortal desire?" or something like that... That really cracked me up...
...sorry, just a bit excited :D
This other guy, however, must be DESTROYED!
I don't wanna be destroyed
.And as blue (see my sig) I just have to say Cancel
Welcome to the arena lord_xarallon. Here's your
Hurra, my first dragon, thanks. I wanna call it Xarallon Jr, and have it live in my sig.
Oh man, my life just got harder. lord xarallon's and Sorcen's avatars are the same... I can't skim anymore! GAAHH! I think Sorcen is posting at insane rates all of a sudden! :headexplo
Sorry, but then it appears that me and Sorcen have the same good (or bad:D ) taste.
I looked through the avatars and I found a new one which I think is cool, and I'm willing to change just for you.
I got the permission from Dragor and will post my character soon. I'm halfway through the with him.
I´m back. wit my character. hobe is`t good.Nim, dire werewolf vampire lord goliath, yamabushi, shocking keen katana, cloak of invisibility (like a ring, but cloak instead), circlet of mental protection (negate mind-effecting and weaken psionic attacks), dire wolf companion, he possesses wings
Nim was born a dire werewolf. He was born in a small village in the mountains, who worshipped an elemental deity in the shape of a wolf. Thus, he was not perceived as an abomination for being a lycanthrope, but rather as chosen by the god. He was picked out for training as a yamabushi, the priests of the wolf god. He completed training, and served as the village defender for years becoming very powerful. One day a vampire threatened the village and Nim vent out to defeat him and destroy the threat. It went another way though, as the vampire defeated Nim and made him a vampire himself. For a century, he served the vampire, before breaking the control and slaying his master. He then build up his own empire of vampires, and destroyed anyone who would question his rule. He turned a whole world to the darkness, banishing the sun itself to avoid its rays, despite the fact that he had long surpassed the weakness of the rays of the sun.
Also, I have a question for Gideon/Lord Gareth: I saw you guys talking about all the plot lines that you started with eachother. I sort of assumed that you worked 'em out before hand... but, did you really, or was it just spontaneous?
Last, Sash is up for a fight in the arena prober, Sorcen. If anyone above was asking for a match, and is still looking for an opponent, I'm up for it.
And Lord Nim...did you do that picture?
Gareth is very predictable on this: Multiple offense spells when attempting the destruction of another player.
And on the Uruk-hai debate, I've always assumed they don't have to be good swords: Because they aren't swords, they're the bastard half-breed of a sword and axe.
In practical terms an axe that in the brutal geneboosted hands of an Uruk-hai has all the use of a sword, especialy since in close up warfare, you only get one swing, so it had better count.
After all you notice the one named guy who ever got even got Hit by a Uruk-hai blade, died from it.
And the LOTR geek in me laughs at the line: 'the Uruks aren't the elite of Isengard...'
Since I know what that translates as. So it was true out of context(Uruk-hai is literally their racial name, also known as 'black orc' when naturally occuring, as in Mordor. Uruk is orc. Uruk-hai is I think 'Fighting orc'. Geekery ended.).
The being which became known as "The Wandering Plague" lived a life full of seemingly happenstance occurences constantly changing his nature. His first memories come during his awakening ceremony. A group of evil druids had been attempting to force a Silver Dragon to become a lycanthrope under their control. Unfortunately for the druids, the silver dragon had slipped their mind control spells. As the last stages of the ritual began the dragon lashed out with tooth, claw, breath, and magic at the druids, killing most of them within seconds. The carefully raised magickal energy backlashed and splintered into its hundreds of component spells, including several awaken animal spells. Several of these awaken animal spells hit not only the spider pets of the druids, but also the vermin in the room. As the vermin clustered with other of their kind, the emanations from those previously awakened was absorbed into the smaller animals. Quickly the animals were bonded together into an awakened, telepathic, and close bonded swarm. Created from blood, they soon took over the remains of the druidic order, building, slaughtering its remaining inhabitants and absorbing the remnants of their intellect. As its powers grew, the entity came under the guidance of a powerful fiend. In return for the swarms aid in its endeavors on the materiel plane, the fiend lent its powers and knowlege to the growing swarm. With each new member, not only did the swarm grow in strength and size, but also in intellect. Within months of creating its faustian pact, the swarm had learned all the fiend could teach, and slowly tore the poor demon to pieces. As the demon was dismembered, the instects found a small tumor living inside of the devil. Using their now great magical prowess, the swarm divined that the cancer had in fact, been growing slowly inside of the demon for years, slowly taking over its body and mind in hopes of ruling a great slice of hell. Weaving a net of magic around the small piece of flesh, the swarm kept it alive for months, until it encountered another cancer mage. After having members of the swarm observe him for months, the swarm came to him in the guise of a poor sorceror, willing to go to any extreme to gain power. The cancer mage apprenticed the swarm, hoping only to have another hand, and a way to continue his arts. By the time the older mage died (of "natural" causes), the Swarm had taken on the name "The Wandering Plague" and grown to have a tight, symbiotic relationship with its own cancer, now absorbed into each member of the swarm. The Wandering Plague took to, imaginatively, wandering, searching for the reason for its existence, the meaning of its life. It killed any who knew of the secret order of druids which had inadvertently created it, sometimes destroying entire cities to do so, with no remorse. One day The Wandering Plague met with a man who seemed to know more than was possible about the order of druids. He quickly initiated a magical duel, only to be defeated at the hands of the dragon who had been the subject of the druids experiment. The druids had unknowingly not just captured a dragon in the prime of its life, but in fact, had "captured" Bahumet himself. Bahumet speedily defeated the parts of the swarm gathered around him, and subdued its malicious intelligence. The mighty dragon god soon discovered the origin and story of The Wandering Plague. He convinced the swarm of the errors in his ways the only way possible, showing him what life with the friends and family that had been denied the swarm was like. The Wandering Plague repented its former evil ways, but continues to wander. However, instead of pursuing knowlege of his origin, the wanderer now carries the will of Bahumet from Good Dragon to Good Dragon, and fights the wills of Tiamat wherever he may. He often uses the same powers gained as a cancer mage to destroy the evil cities of Tiamats followers, or to cure the life threatening illness of a poor human.
Hadn't realized I'd written that much of a book. Wow.
What was it, a reply on arena 2 and an entry on arena 1?
Oh, and by the way gid, the quality of my RP posts are really not anything to get excited about, if you read that and think it's good (especially with the standard of stuff you post), it's time to buy a pair of glasses.
Also, I'd most like to meet: well...... I don't really know yet.
least: I'll have to agree with gareth here.(gid's evil characters)
And Dragor has probaly gone to bed because he is reasonable enough to understand it is good to go to bed before 4 in the morning as it is now.
History
Xarallon was a Mishtai fore now is no longer one.
Mishtai was a race not unlike lizardfolk, created in the image of their god, a divine purple dragon, whose goal was to achieve perfection of form. The Mishtai used the souls of other, the living, the dead, and those who have yet to be born, to gain the perfection of form. By the strength of many souls and the draconic heritage, they came close to perfection form. But before it was done, the entire race was eliminated by powerful dragonslayers.
Their god deceased as all, but one of his worshippers died. The god was a crossbreed between a great wyrm red dragon and a great wyrm blue dragon. One egg was layed, and the blue dragon mother died laying the egg. The red dragon father raised the crossbreed as a human raises his son. This was unlike any dragon, and when the twilight was to begin for the red dragon, he sacrificed him self for his son, which had reached great wyrm age. Throughout his life the purple dragon has learned to weild power of the souls from a incarnum dragon. With this knowledge and souls of two great wyrm dragons he shaped from the souls of his parents argumentations to his body. In addition he grafted adamantine and mithril to his body. Near perfection he needed more and he slew other dragons and grafted the corpse onto his body and made soulmeld from theirs souls. Yet perfect, he desired more, he wanted to become a god. He created a race to worship him. He gained divinity from his newly created race, and he tought them to seek perfection of form.
As the only left of his kin, Xarallon wandered beyond the borders of his country. Eventually he learned to regain the power of his lost kin. Now he wields the power from their souls, as he shape them into physical form to aid him in revenge and conquest for power. With the souls of an entire race he managed to let loose their god from its astral grave, though it was incapable of using its powers as it now existed outside existence itself. With the resurrection of his god, he summoned it to further enhance his powers. With the combined powers of an entire race and their god, Xarallon traveled the world of mortals to gain followers so he would rise a deity. But first he had to be perfect. His first follower and letter the first cultist was Munchlord. The reason why Xarallon allowed a non-draconic creature was because Munchlord was easily convinced to the idea of perfection of form, and he was able to greatly enhance Xaralons power by grafting magic rune into his scales. The runes were glowing blue and red colored mithral. These were not the only graft Munchlord made for Xarallon, Munchlord grafted adamantine into his jaw, talons, horns, and claws. With these futher increases in power he began the Cult of the Purple Dragon. He has yet to become perfect and rise to divinity, fore the Mishtai race endured as two lesser races, Rilkan and Skarn. He needs their soul as they contain fragment of the original Mishtai race. But Xarallon is unawere of the two race as he lived beyond the boundaries of normal Mishtai life by more then hundreds times it, and thereby became oblivious to the fact that they exist.
Mishtai was a race not unlike lizardfolk, created in the image of their god, a divine purple dragon, whose goal was to achieve perfection of form. The Mishtai used the souls of other, the living, the dead, and those who have yet to be born, to gain the perfection of form. By the strength of many souls and the draconic heritage, they came close to perfection form. But before it was done, the entire race was eliminated by powerful dragonslayers.
Their god deceased as all, but one of his worshippers died. The god was a crossbreed between a great wyrm red dragon and a great wyrm blue dragon. One egg was layed, and the blue dragon mother died laying the egg. The red dragon father raised the crossbreed as a human raises his son. This was unlike any dragon, and when the twilight was to begin for the red dragon, he sacrificed him self for his son, which had reached great wyrm age. Throughout his life the purple dragon has learned to weild power of the souls from a incarnum dragon. With this knowledge and souls of two great wyrm dragons he shaped from the souls of his parents argumentations to his body. In addition he grafted adamantine and mithril to his body. Near perfection he needed more and he slew other dragons and grafted the corpse onto his body and made soulmeld from theirs souls. Yet perfect, he desired more, he wanted to become a god. He created a race to worship him. He gained divinity from his newly created race, and he tought them to seek perfection of form.
As the only left of his kin, Xarallon wandered beyond the borders of his country. Eventually he learned to regain the power of his lost kin. Now he wields the power from their souls, as he shape them into physical form to aid him in revenge and conquest for power. With the souls of an entire race he managed to let loose their god from its astral grave, though it was incapable of using its powers as it now existed outside existence itself. With the resurrection of his god, he summoned it to further enhance his powers. With the combined powers of an entire race and their god, Xarallon traveled the world of mortals to gain followers so he would rise a deity. But first he had to be perfect. His first follower and letter the first cultist was Munchlord. The reason why Xarallon allowed a non-draconic creature was because Munchlord was easily convinced to the idea of perfection of form, and he was able to greatly enhance Xaralons power by grafting magic rune into his scales. The runes were glowing blue and red colored mithral. These were not the only graft Munchlord made for Xarallon, Munchlord grafted adamantine into his jaw, talons, horns, and claws. With these futher increases in power he began the Cult of the Purple Dragon. He has yet to become perfect and rise to divinity, fore the Mishtai race endured as two lesser races, Rilkan and Skarn. He needs their soul as they contain fragment of the original Mishtai race. But Xarallon is unawere of the two race as he lived beyond the boundaries of normal Mishtai life by more then hundreds times it, and thereby became oblivious to the fact that they exist.
Oh, and dragor/munchlord, you have a reply to deal with.
Just kidding. There's no hurry. :D
Could someone direct me to the tavern and a battle, so I could get an idea of how it works?
Thanks.¨
Should I post Xarallons personality or just keep it as a tool for RP?
Here's a pretty good fight: http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?t=698203&page=6
Scroll down to where Larz Fang and Revlis Nogard begin their battle. It's pretty good, and, at the same time, also has me fighting against Kaizer (Don't do what he does, please :D), and turns into me vs. Gareth. Now we've kinda stopped multiple battles at once, so don't worry about the fact that it's kinda confusing.
Also, in the Kaizer/Caben Duur battle, I violated FoD a little cause he was doing it...and he kept making copies of himself. Try not to imitate that aspect of the battle.
Anyway...enjoy!
Anyway...enjoy!
Thanks
I'll take a look.
Could someone direct me to the tavern and a battle, so I could get an idea of how it works?
Should I post Xarallons personality or just keep it as a tool for RP?
Yeah, that battle (Caben v. Kaizer) was part of an explanation of Caben Durr, after reading it, I sort of stopped worrying about "overkill".
Also, if you want to get into a fight post haste, you can try the Training Room, just find yourself an opponent. It'll give you a chance to try your hand at fighting here without waiting for an arena slot, but it won't get a ruling by judges that way.
As for Xarrallon's persoanlity, I think it's just a matter of taste. Some people do, others don't.
Edit: Hey, you live in Denmark?
Edit: Hey, you live in Denmark?
yes, both he and I does... and Lord_Nim does too.
Sorry for my being stupid. Would you mind moving it?
Oh, and dragor, you have a reply.
edit: done, what do you think? Creepy enough?
For everyone:
Wresh vs. Dorian are in IC 2, so...
Let's go with this: On the new boards, everything but arena 2 is open, so...
Alkuth vs Loex on thread 1
Kyyt vs Orshallen on thread 3
I thought I was clear enough, but I can see where confusion would arise.
Okay...for future reference, let's keep these boards as IC thread 1 and IC thread 2, and the new ones as Arena 1, 2, 3, and 4. That okay with everyone?
And yeah lostmage, i know both Xarallon and Nim IRL.
1: You have a reply in IC 2.
2: You say I need glasses? Dude...that post against dragor was excellent! Here I am babbling philosophy with Dorian and you're sneaking up behind me on the creepy posting. Note to self: Watch my back :D
And yeah lostmage, i know both Xarallon and Nim IRL.
Do I know Lord_Nim?
I just looked at the fight Revlis_Nogard vs Larz_Fang. Awsome.
I have to get dinner leftovers from the confirmation I went to yesterday, so in an hour or so I'll look in the tavern (probaly read some before I post).
And Dragor, what is your suggestion (not the spell) to the interaction between Xarallon and Munchlord?
I figured Xarallon will try to talk others into joining his course, seek creatures whose soul could be what he needs to achieve perfection of form.
And Munchlord helping him as he is the most trusted cultist and friend.
And no, you don't know Nim, he's from S.U.
The school.
EDIT: I have a reply for you at arena 1 C&T.
Anyway, I'll be leaving for a movie now, so don't expect more posts from me before tomorrow.
And his backstory isn't completed by any means, since someone(s) will have to prod him into telling it firsthand. Reasons for this happen to include the fact its was one of the best non-metagame ways to get across one or two little terrain advantages for an event I've been plotting for some time now. And another being... I think it would sound better coming from someone rather than just being put to 'brief chronicle' style.
And on thar, If I suggested an idea for an all-out battle at an unknown time in the future, how many people would be happy throw themselves in, future events now-withstanding of course. (Just to see how many would like the idea, before I actually try working out fine detail stuff like how the bluddy 'ell you could judge such a thing. Bad example, since I know most of that one, but ye all ken what I mean...)
FREAKIN' AWESOME!
Although it'll be a pain to keep up with...and those characters with connections will have a distinct advantage (Here I'm refering to the Inaya/Tyler/Coin/Kaylee/Other Inaya/Other Tyler/Other Kaylee/Lilai/Other Gideon (and probably the original Gideon)...and if Gideon, probably Kyle as well.) That's a lot of firepower right there.
Still...it would be interesting to see the outcomes.
And Caben Duur would have a blast :D
Involving the fact deux ex machina is a legal judge weapon on anyone 'culled from the herd' so to speak mostly, so Caben... may or may not be usable (Though given the deux ex machina's I was planning, his host might well fall like any other. Might, I note since I'm not fully sure on some of caben's fine points, and it'll give the game away to ask about them only.)
In fact the possibility of dying/banishment(though not permently of course), and not being adversing affected by fairly confined spaces were the rules I can think of, character wise.
Also, munchlord, the unnamed one will be incorporated into his story in a manner similar to vecna/kas, albeit more complicated. That okay with you?
In any case, I'm busy for the day, but wouldn't be posting even if I could for some time atleast, I have to come up with something that has some quality after what you two wrote.
And Khael...sounds interesting. Very interesting. I look forward to it
Also, munchlord, the unnamed one will be incorporated into his story in a manner similar to vecna/kas, albeit more complicated. That okay with you?
I don't quite understand... You mean that the unnamed one should have betrayed Decay (sorry, don't remeber his name) in the past. You must remeber, that the unnamed one were created when the soul of the original Loex, and the original soul of the embryo of the present Loex were mixed and fragmented. So essentially Loex and The Unnamed One are one and the same, to halves of a being, which have tremedous power when they become whole again (see the present goodwars...). This means that it would have to be the old Loex that betrayed Decay, and that would be very unlikely, as the old Loex didn't have any superior other than the tribe leader, which he assassinated, so unless the tribe elder became Decay, it is simply not possible, Loex past taken into concidereation.
Gideon, you've got a reply on IC2, remember, against this guy, bad stuff is an illusion wherever convenient.
Anyway to address things, check the first page of this thread for any links you may need, I think I have everything covered on there.
Thanks for the Demigod's soul Dragor, I wonder do I wait until K'Teeb delivers it to me or do I go collect it and blame it on Sorcen being all-knowing etc.
The all-out battle sounds cool, as Gideon said though, it would likely be harder to keep up with. And I think you'd run into the same problems as with that team battle, if one guy doesnt post then it will put the whole thing on hold. Another idea, just to throw one out there, is to have Gideon and Gareth or Gideon and I fight with all of our character at once. Perhaps that would be some kind of dream sequence or mass hallucination given the form of an illusion by the arena entity, I say this because some of our characters would be more likely to fight each other more than anything.
X players/characters enter the custom arena, and fight.
At random points one of those gets 'culled' (for want of a better word given it won't necessarily be fatal at all), by others characters, or intervention by one surprise or another.
Eventually after Y players(I figured 3-4) are reached they're down to an old-fashioned match.
So really as I see it, on paper, if one guy doesn't post, they're essentially be knocked out of the game early on, and later on... you'll probably have to have most of the players left MIA (which screws up any game if only one guys still posting).
As for the preferance of opposition in some characters, I figure thats more a roleplay thing to begin with, but other players weren't going to be the only things to deal with. Most likely the worse things, but not the only things.
Least I think... I'm not really sure now what you guys are all envisaging with this 'dream sequence battle' (I'm guessing you mean a pitched battle style - so Gideon's creations vs Gareth's maybe or similar, or what?
And if anyone answers 'what' to the question, there will be great vengence as soon as I figure out how this flamemake spell works...)
Bummer. Maybe, when he was a god, Alkuth took him in and helped him in some way, until Loex tried to usurp him? Or maybe it was part of Decay (he just doesn't remember) and split/attacked him to gain its own power? If not, scrap that. In any case, a reply to you will have to wait.
Well, essentially, I'll not change Loex' background, for it is all a part of a whole that is one of my most "beloved" (couldn't fint a more apropriate word) character ever. Really there is only two ways to make that way, either Alkuth is some later incarnation of the tribe leader that Loex assassinated, or the soul of the embryo (I think we both know which embryo) were to be a choosen servant of Alkuth, and the fact that he were taken over by Loex is seen by Alkuth as betrayal.
EDIT: Wether Sorcen goes to get the soul or wait for the betmaster to give it to him is all up to you really.
Also, i have yet another pair of characters ready:
Dramuk
Dramuk, ascended Mbwun of legend, shaper mage/reality weaver/sunshadow savant/blood shaper, decanter of endless water, amulet of the elements (empower shaping abilities), ring of invisibility, grendleskin bag containing all sorts of stuff.
The first two races of intellect, other than the dragons, were the Misthai and the Mbwun, the purple clan and the orange clan. They lived in peace for many years. The Misthai worshipped that purple dragon while the Mbwun dedicated their minds to the study of magic in all of its forms. The other dragons envied the purple dragon its worshippers, and one day they gathered and launched an attack upon the Misthai – Mbwun lands. Facing extinction, a few Mbwun chose to try to travel through the void to find another place to live. They did not know that the Dragons were soon to suffer a major defeat that delayed the extinction of the races for a century. They succeeded, and ended up in the world of Soulforge. This world was newborn, and thus the Mbwun became the first sentient race there. The Mbwun discovered that in this new world, you would not age, for the negative energy had yet to come to the world. They crafted orbs of life to preserve this unique gift. Many years passed, negative energy had its entry, and other races were created. War broke out and as the other races allied against the Mbwun they were loosing the war. Then one day a magician of the Mbwun invented what looked like the answer to their problems. He came up with the creation of the first undead. His name was Artak, and he was a powerful and respected mage. This evened the score, and for decades war waged with neither side able to gain the upper hand. Then the leader of the Mbwun was assassinated, and the battle for the post began. The two persons who could become leaders were Artak and Dramuk. As the competition among them were coming to and end, a Mbwun discovered that the souls of the undead were tormented by their undead existence, and that Munchlord had known all along. This brought Munchlord the disgust of the Mbwun, and he were banished for his actions. As a consequence of the lack of undead in the Mbwun army, the Mbwun were defeated. In fact they were driven to near total extinction. One of the few survivors was Dramuk. He was captured by humans and put into a magic cell in the human capital. Decades came to pass, and then the human kingdom was in peril. Greenskin had assaulted the humans, and driven them back into the capital and surrounded them. The humans were vastly outnumbered, and they were loosing the battle. In the darkest hour, the human king struck a deal with Dramuk. Dramuk would be freed, but in return he was to help the humans battle the greenskin. Dramuk entered the battle, and managed to turn the tide in the humans favor.
Dramuk looks to be about the height of a man, but he’s very bend over. Were he able to straighten his back, he would be well over 10 feet high. His scales are fiery orange. His claws are razor sharp and jagged, and his tail holds a vicious looking barb. His teeth are pointed and he’s got long fangs. The way he’s build it is clear that he has the option to go down on all four to increase his running speed. His traits are a blend of humanoid and draconic traits.
The first two races of intellect, other than the dragons, were the Misthai and the Mbwun, the purple clan and the orange clan. They lived in peace for many years. The Misthai worshipped that purple dragon while the Mbwun dedicated their minds to the study of magic in all of its forms. The other dragons envied the purple dragon its worshippers, and one day they gathered and launched an attack upon the Misthai – Mbwun lands. Facing extinction, a few Mbwun chose to try to travel through the void to find another place to live. They did not know that the Dragons were soon to suffer a major defeat that delayed the extinction of the races for a century. They succeeded, and ended up in the world of Soulforge. This world was newborn, and thus the Mbwun became the first sentient race there. The Mbwun discovered that in this new world, you would not age, for the negative energy had yet to come to the world. They crafted orbs of life to preserve this unique gift. Many years passed, negative energy had its entry, and other races were created. War broke out and as the other races allied against the Mbwun they were loosing the war. Then one day a magician of the Mbwun invented what looked like the answer to their problems. He came up with the creation of the first undead. His name was Artak, and he was a powerful and respected mage. This evened the score, and for decades war waged with neither side able to gain the upper hand. Then the leader of the Mbwun was assassinated, and the battle for the post began. The two persons who could become leaders were Artak and Dramuk. As the competition among them were coming to and end, a Mbwun discovered that the souls of the undead were tormented by their undead existence, and that Munchlord had known all along. This brought Munchlord the disgust of the Mbwun, and he were banished for his actions. As a consequence of the lack of undead in the Mbwun army, the Mbwun were defeated. In fact they were driven to near total extinction. One of the few survivors was Dramuk. He was captured by humans and put into a magic cell in the human capital. Decades came to pass, and then the human kingdom was in peril. Greenskin had assaulted the humans, and driven them back into the capital and surrounded them. The humans were vastly outnumbered, and they were loosing the battle. In the darkest hour, the human king struck a deal with Dramuk. Dramuk would be freed, but in return he was to help the humans battle the greenskin. Dramuk entered the battle, and managed to turn the tide in the humans favor.
Dramuk looks to be about the height of a man, but he’s very bend over. Were he able to straighten his back, he would be well over 10 feet high. His scales are fiery orange. His claws are razor sharp and jagged, and his tail holds a vicious looking barb. His teeth are pointed and he’s got long fangs. The way he’s build it is clear that he has the option to go down on all four to increase his running speed. His traits are a blend of humanoid and draconic traits.
(Yes, he'd take credit for finding the gem, and no, it's probably not a wise thing to do)
Edit: Oh, yah, and Sorcen, Sash is up for a match, by the way. If you have someone looking for an opponent, I'll take up the challenge.
The first two races of intellect, other than the dragons, were the Misthai and the Mbwun, the purple clan and the orange clan.
This means that the time the two races were created have to be the age of dragon.
I can live with that. This surport that the races just didn't die right after their creation, but still pretty soon.
Munchlords part seems a little confusing
or it just might be because I'm so tired...This was just my
.BTW, sorry I let you down on the master - apprentice entrance. I was to tired yesterday to finish the post for the tavern. And now I'm even more wasted then yesterday, as I got up early and went to yet another confirmation.
Monday I can't as you know, boyscout, but Tuesday, how about then?
Also, gideon, attacking Wresh's conscience? Bad idea.
About the Munchlord part, it was a mistake of mine, accidentally wrote Munchlord instead of Artak.
EDIT: Yes Lostmage, it'll be very unwise to take the credit himself, at first it should be pretty obvious that souls of demigods don't just lie around, and next, Ziel know what you do with it for the next few days...
I must say...this is the most interesting battle I've fought so far, since there is basically no real combat...each is merely looking for an opening in the other's thought patterns (or so it seems).
It's a lot of fun :D
Also, you, of all people, saying this is the most interesting battle yet is more than enough to make me grin like an idiot.
For weeks.
In any case, I just read your post, quite good... except, well, let's just say that Wresh hiding his face is the only charity he's ever done, shall we?
BIC: Sorcen smiles and takes the red gem graciously, "Ah thank you K'Teeb, loyal and honest as ever." He says this with a wink and studies the gem. "Ah a god's soul to further my quest. Tell me Master K'Teeb, how did you acquire such a thing."
I dont really watch it any more but does anyone else watch WWF or what ever the hell thier calling it these days, well what if you ran it like a royal rumble?
this allows you to keep a few characters, lets say eight for example, in the arena then when one charachter is removed from the fight you can send another one in and then everyone can run all of thier characters coz they wont all be in the arena at once.
Just a sugestion either way I would love to get in on this:evillaugh
My character
kirstine
Kristine, shadow half-fey elf, cleric/psion, shadowstaff (empower spells with evil or darkness descriptor), greater fortification chain shirt, circlet of flying, ring of the gate, lenses of ebon eyes, shadow entropic advanced dire wolf, vengeful shadows (conjure up orbs of dark energy that deal negative energy damage to attacker)
Kristine was born on the plane of shadow. She lived most of her young life there in peace, but one day when she was 85 years old, crusaders of Pelor attacked her home town. They had set out to slay “the vile spawn of darkness” that inhabited the plane of shadow. Her mother was killed in the raid, but Kirsten herself managed to escape. She made a pact with Darrash, the god of darkness and dark thoughts. She gained power, and in return she served him. She trained for years, before one day she was ready. She attacked the pelorites who had raided her home town. She slew them to the last man. Finally with her revenge acquired, she sought new things to do, new goals to gain. She travelled the planes for long, looking for something to aim for. She met Dragor who was setting out for the battle royal at Sorcen’s baator. She decided to follow him, if not for anything else, then at least to watch some of the battles.
Kristine is a creature of great beauty. She has long black hair, reaching all the way down to the upper part of her legs. Her eyes are dark brown. Her skin is pale though not extremely so, for a person from the plane of shadow she’s actually considered having a rather dark skin tone. She wears white dress when not going in for combat. When she is prepared for battle, she wears a magical chain shirt with black leather on the exterior. The leather is emblazoned with the mark of Darrash.
Kristine is generally nice around people who have not wronged her. Those who wrong her though should not expect any mercy.
Kristine was born on the plane of shadow. She lived most of her young life there in peace, but one day when she was 85 years old, crusaders of Pelor attacked her home town. They had set out to slay “the vile spawn of darkness” that inhabited the plane of shadow. Her mother was killed in the raid, but Kirsten herself managed to escape. She made a pact with Darrash, the god of darkness and dark thoughts. She gained power, and in return she served him. She trained for years, before one day she was ready. She attacked the pelorites who had raided her home town. She slew them to the last man. Finally with her revenge acquired, she sought new things to do, new goals to gain. She travelled the planes for long, looking for something to aim for. She met Dragor who was setting out for the battle royal at Sorcen’s baator. She decided to follow him, if not for anything else, then at least to watch some of the battles.
Kristine is a creature of great beauty. She has long black hair, reaching all the way down to the upper part of her legs. Her eyes are dark brown. Her skin is pale though not extremely so, for a person from the plane of shadow she’s actually considered having a rather dark skin tone. She wears white dress when not going in for combat. When she is prepared for battle, she wears a magical chain shirt with black leather on the exterior. The leather is emblazoned with the mark of Darrash.
Kristine is generally nice around people who have not wronged her. Those who wrong her though should not expect any mercy.
Nice to have you aboard. :D
for joining. Kronos: Thats a grea idea actually. I was about to suggest adapting the 'out of the ring' elimination method they used to use as well but I'm not sure how right now.
Hestaby, female wyrmling silver dragon artifacier
Hestaby is the kind of mad genius that comes around once in a century. Not content with the slow accumulation of power that comes naturally as a dragon ages, Hestaby has used a unique brand of centuries-ahead-of-her-time science, bleeding-edge construct enchantment theory, her own naturally-occurring dragon magic, and a healthy dollop of her own special brand of near-madness to churn out a seemingly endless stream of bizzare magical artifacts that dragons centuries her senior have a difficult time understanding.
There follows an incomplete list of her creations. Hestaby is always tinkering, and their capabilities are somewhat fluid, so I will content myself with a qualitative rather than quantintative description of each one.
DragonShell rideable construct series
DragonShells are an innovative kind of magical construct which are inert by themselves, but tremendously agument the capabilities of a dragon that decides to pilot them. Mechanically, they are best represented with the d20 Future mecha rules.
DragonShell I: The prototype for the series, the DragonShell I is a skeletal mithral-and-darkwood construction about the size of an elephant, though lower. Merely built for proof of concept, the DragonShell I has minimal agumentative capabilities.
DragonShell II: The testbed for a number of auxiliary subsystems found on larger DragonShells, the DragonShell II is approximately the size of the Mark I, but much more solidly constructed, with a main body of bronzewood and mithral built around an adamantine armature. Its defensive systems include an inbuilt magical resistance to all elements, moderate spell resistance (stronger around the pilot to prevent them from being directly targeted by baleful effects), thin plates of astral driftmetal to defend the pilot from incorporeal attack, and standard magical durability enhancement. Its offensive systems include magical enhancements to the built-in claws and a 'breath weapon' of magical force sufficient to cave in a castle wall.
It also features magical sensors that magically sharpen Hestaby's senses as well as providing equivilents to Detect Magic, Detect Scrying, and See Invisibility, .
An array of Decanters of Endless Water built into numerous places on the construct's body provide thrust for an emergency maneuvering system.
DragonShell IIp: The IIp approximately duplicates the abilities of the Mark II, but by psionic rather than magical means. It is marginally weaker than the Mark II in all respects. It has a much more striking appearence, with psionically reinforced crystal tubing throughout the entire superstructure delivering a constant load of emulsified crystals in charged ectoplasm.
A powerful Antimagic Field surrounds it to a distance of about 60 feet.
DragonShell IIf: The IIf is a much-lightened version of the Mark II, discarding the adamantine skeleton and bronzewood bracing for mithral and darkwood respectively. It is much more physically frail, but the decreased weight in conjunction with a greater number of Decanters Of Endless Water allow it true flight.
DragonShell III: This is much larger and much more complex than any of the preceding models. It is constructed almost entirely of mithral and adamantine, with occasional obdurium reinforcements at critical points. It approaches twenty feet long and two hundred tons.
Its passive defensive systems include an inbuilt magical resistance to all elements vastly more powerful then that incorporated into the Mark II, strong spell resistance with an antimagic field around the pilot to prevent them from being directly targeted by baleful effects, simultaneous presence in the Material and Astral Planes, trace amounts of the dinivation-interfering metal urdrukar, and tremendous durability enhancement. Its active defensive systems include a primitive point defense system revolving around magic missiles, and a device that projects canisters of intensely magical teal smoke. This teal smoke utterly blocks vision and darkvision, as well as severely interfering with blindsight, blindsense, and magical divination effects. It also produces the effect of a wild magic zone in its area of effect, making spellcasting hazardous.
Its offensive systems include intense magical enhancements to the built-in claws, a 'breath weapon' of magical force sufficient to completely raze a castle wall, and devices capable of projecting barrels of alchemist's fire, alchemist's frost, alchemist's spark, acid, or acidic fire.
It also features magical sensors that magically sharpen Hestaby's senses as well as providing equivilents to Detect Magic, Detect Scrying, and True Seeing. They can penetrate the teal smoke put out by her canisters only to a limited degree.
DragonShell IIIe: The IIIe approximately duplicates the abilities of the Mark III, but largely replaces its composite construction with the magically malleable metal entropium. While it is heavier, slower, clumsier and less durable than the Mark III, it has limited self-repair and self-alteration abilities.
DragonShell Evangelion: An expirimental model, the DragonShell EVA is a suit of obdurium armor fused around the magically and surgically altered, as well as partially reanimated, corpse of a dead god from the Far Realms. Hestaby herself is unsure if the plating is to protect the Evangelion- or to restrain it. At over a hundred feet high at the shoulder, only the largest true dragons can hope to match its size, and next to nothing short of diefic forces can match its physical power. Its capabilities are largely unknown even to Hestaby, but she is reasonably certain that it has no inherent ranged attacks.
Hestaby controls it only through a fickle magical-psionic interface that directly projects her conciousness into the construct: disturbingly, it has acted without her intervention on multiple occasions, and has sometimes entered a berserker state.
It looks significantly less dragonlike than any of the other models: its void-black armor plating, vertical fins or blades over each shoulder, sleek and threatening general styling, and facial structure broadly similar to a ceratopsid dinasaur combine to create an alien and terrifying impression.
Hestaby feels shaky and mentally unbalanced after using it. Though she'd never admit it, it scares her to death, chiefly because she doesn't really understand it or how she built it: she will use it only under the direst circumstances.
DragonShell Harness: Required for Hestaby to control any of the DragonShells, the Harness is magically keyed to each of the DragonShells, which are kept in storage in her lair when not in use. It can teleport a DragonShell directly around her about once every three minutes: if she is already in one, it can teleport the current one back home and bring another one to replace it. It punches through planar and magical impediments to teleportation with ease.
Draconic amphetamine (expended, see IC thread)
Positive/negative annhialation device (three-part separated flask: one part ground-up voidstone emulsified in fiend's blood, one part ground-up Phylactary of Undead Turning emulsified in celestial blood, one part modified scrap of Bag of Holding.
Single loose canister of magical teal smoke (see DragonShell III)
Anti-teal smoke goggles (see IC thread)
I am officially your hardass of a judge(the others are much nicer people).
As you may or may not know, we play to a certain rough rule(You can follow it to the letter, but most won't fully, especially as battle goes to a climax.) known as FoD or Freedom Of Destiny.
Essentially it means that you cannot decide how you affect an enemy player (Though most NPCs don't get FoD so usually get mowed down), they do. You can tell them what the effect is, where you be aiming for or similar, but you CANNOT (outside of their agreement or if the nature of the attack/effect demands it) decide you hit them or what it does
If you follow the rules(guideline) totally at least.
It also means the probably very obvious effect: No head-shots, insta-kills, controlling a player's actions or the like. You can desecrete a body (minding you don't get too graphic and upset the CoC), animate it's body, etc. but can't rule you destroyed it permanently unless your opponent agrees.
So no destruction effects or similar to destroy the spriit either.
Now go read the 'Tyler's Laptop' for all kinds of help, make up a concept and flesh it out. As Ank says you might want to post up the idea first, if only to see if you got first dibs.
Then post the character up on the roster (top sticky thread on this board), give a shout on this thread that you want a fight, and wait see if anyone accepts. Then rain hell on the poor sod.
As to the 'royal rumble version', the point ultimately that comes to mind is this: Why not run all of them in the end and let 'natural selection' say which will be most memorable?
Sorry, couldn't resist. :embarrass
Tonight I'm still wasted and I had something to do, but tomorrow I will be able to fight, at least in the training room.
In game question: how do you join?
The few entrances I have read (can't remember where..) were the character just him/her-self presenting to Sorcen (in game).
This is how I had Xarallons voice in mind, flavorwise at least:
Only the Perfect is good enough. For eksample half the syllable in any spell wouldn't produce a spell at all. Therefore seek I the Perfect, as less is of no use.
How does it work? The text itself shows his passion/obsession with perfection, but the coloration is what I want hear about.
What do you think of my addition on the topic of Mbwun.
BTW I'll have character nr. 7 up soon.
And i should ask from Alikaine what you think of his character... yes i know him IRL, no you don't Xarallon.
http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=182143
Are you still looking for that other player? And if so...got a spot for me?
(And if so again...what's the role that would need to be filled?)
As for what character, take a look at the sheets (grendle can be ignored) and put together what you think is needed. Also, this is ENworld, so no one is stopping you from making a dodgy neutral-straightforward evil character, enjoy:D.
I'll go take a look now.
One question...how did you guys do stats? One guy appears to be using 6d4...?
Google sarruth, check the original (now locked, quite possibly archived) recruitment thread on the real adventures forum, the rules are there, PM me with any questions
.And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to postify a reply to your move, Sweet dreams!
:evillaugh
.edit: damn, is this fight making me philosophical? Soon enough, I'll be writing poetry!
This fight is very philosophical. Neither of us has actually physically attacked yet. It's like nothing the arena has yet seen :D
But I'm biding my time...I've got something interesting planned that may take it to a new level.
.Wait...interesting? Coming from you, that means that Dorian Rike=Caben Duur:P.
And no, not Caben Duur. Something that not even Caben Duur can do...but that will take the battle between these two to a different level of never-before-seen-in-this-arena stuff.
And these two are both perfectly suited for it.
*BOOM* "Armor levels critical"
Woops, gaming calls:D
We'll see...as soon as I see something to jump at, I'm throwing it in :D
Other than that, I'm in a cheery mood! I went to a Halo 2 tourney on Saturday (and kicked butt) that lasted for several hours. I came in 2nd and got $50 cash! That made my day. Ah, I love Halo... *strokes sniper rifle lovingly*
Best two things ever to happen to me in Halo revolved around my trusty sniper.
1: My friend Frank and I were fighting, and he's GREAT at dodging. He had to SMGs, and I had the sniper. And he was owning me, cause I kept missing due to the slow reload time and his jumping and dodging. The conversation was as follows:
Frank: Gideon, you're an idiot. You can't use the sniper rifle at...
Me: *thwack!*
Ah...instant kill.
2: Another me vs. Frank, online this time in an 8v8 game on Coagulation. Again, I was almost dead, and I fired once, missed, and died.
And then, on my screen popped up the phrase "You Killed (I forget the name)" and through the headset some guy shouted "What the Hell?"
Apparently I had missed Frank completely...and head-shotted someone on the other team on the OTHER SIDE OF THE LEVEL. I couldn't even see that far...
Great times. Good game, to :D
EDIT: Bahamut...not sure what you're talking about Gareth-wise. I remember the legal stuff, but his account says he was on today at 4:04...Unlike him to be gone for almost 3 1/2 pages.
Apparently I'm doomed to burn in all the worst layers of hell :D
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Low
Level 2 | Low
Level 3 | Moderate
Level 4 | Low
Level 5 | (Wrathful and Gloomy) --High
Level 6 - The City of Dis | (Heretics) --Very High
Level 7 | (Violent) --Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge | (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) --Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus | (Treacherous) --High
Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv
NO! DON'T EAT ME GIDEON!
Then one guy had the rocket launcher AND the sword... I killed him once, then five more times as he tried to get his weapons back. Eventually he gave up, and I stealthily snuck down and grabbed the sword... When he came back again and saw that the sword was gone, all he said was "Oh ****." Then I carved out his spleen with MY sword... That was hilarious...
We did a swords-no-radar match that I won. It was an amazing double-kill that I got. On Lockout, there's a ledge with two explosive barrels on it (the one with the sniper rifle). Two guys were flying at each other, swords drawn... but not before I had thrown a frag in between them and into the explosive barrels! They were both swallowed in an explosion of flame, and I couldn't help but say, "Eat it, b****es, EAT IT!!"
Then there were the times when I would respawn only to die within a minute. That's frustrating....
I scored only High on Wrathful/Gloomy and moderate on Violent.
Caben would get VERY HIGH on both.
Characterwise...Dorian's my reflective, depressed side, Gideon's my sarcasm and creativity, as well as my cynicism, and Coin's my small yet often present outgoing, slightly outrageous side.
Those three pretty much sum me up, except for my evil side...who I don't have a character for yet
Since you confessed, your death will be slow and painful.
Which, believe me, is far, FAR better than the alternative.
Speaking of which...did you kill enough robots to think up a reply?
eh? What?
Yeah, I recharged enough, but then I got hit with mind-blowing stuff about Irthos and spellfire, I'll write something soon though.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Low
Level 2 | Low
Level 3 | Very High
Level 4 | Low
Level 5 | High
Level 6 - The City of Dis | Very High
Level 7 | Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge | High
Level 9 - Cocytus | Moderate
Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv
W00T! The City of Dis! I always wanted to live there for eternity!
It's a little peeve of mine, when I see something that out of whack. You'd think that since you gave them such high starting stats, they'd accept it as a nice gift and play fair.
Sadly...
Bahamut...interesting, interesting.
Only I'm apparently more Fradulous and treacherous.
Go me!I can wait :D
Oh well, I instantly came up with a counter:D.
Nah, 's okay, I don't actually mind it. Just funny, is all.
It's kinda important to the battle
1: doesn't care much for his own life, and
2: cares little for the world around him, and
3: has a plan.
And sorry about ruining your posts...should I go edit?
At least it was somewhat unexpected :D
*BOOM*
"Other guy's armor levels critical"
hmm... today's a good day, now I just have to make the other guy's gundam look like an undead goblin...
And he doesn't know how strong Wresh is, and it was an unexpected move, so he's hoping the suprise and strength of the attack will see him through, whatever the effects of it may be.
:evillaughIt's really a negative attack, in a way. If what Wresh said is true...it's like hitting your opponent to make them stab you.
Heh, I like stabbing... all the knives, killing... massacre... :evillaugh
then i have an offer for you, why don't you join my army, features weekly raids on elven cities and everyday battle with human "adventurers" (though they aren't what they were in the old days).
About the Munchlord part, it was a mistake of mine, accidentally wrote Munchlord instead of Artak.
Ah, well sh!t happens...
It hasn't been corrected, at least not here.
The Mbwun were created by the purple dragon too, a race who were to be perfect of mind, the final plan were to fuse them together to created the perfect creature. None of the "living" Mbwun remember though, they think they were naturally developed in Soulforge.
Ah.
Then I just have one reguest: Mbwun left before the extinction of Mishtai, otherwise Xarallon would remember Mbwun and would have seeked them (probaly would have succeded) and consumed them (and become nearer perfection, still need skarn and rilkan).
but if they left long before Xarallon was born, then he would not be able to remember them.
This could also lead to an awsome fight.
Also, kobold weapon of the day (just bought koboldnomicon): Angry-weasel-strapped-to-a-battering-ram, and yes, it is exactly what it sounds like, scarily so.
But I think I can run with it.
Then I just have one reguest: Mbwun left before the extinction of Mishtai, otherwise Xarallon would remember Mbwun and would have seeked them (probaly would have succeded) and consumed them (and become nearer perfection, still need skarn and rilkan).
but if they left long before Xarallon was born, then he would not be able to remember them.
This could also lead to an awsome fight.
granted.
EDIT: and my 7th character is ready
Zahia
Zahia, shadow half-janni nymph, scout/ranger/order of the bow initiate/weapon master/swift scion/soulbow, shadowhunt (legendary weapon, intelligent longbow, several arrow augmentations), homestone (can teleport to fixed location and grant owner extra power when there), ring of greater blink, quiver of arrows (duplicate up to 10 different arrows to infinite number), hawk animal companion.
Zahia was born on the plane of shadow, her mother were a nymph, who had originally been brought there as a captive. She had been freed by a local janni, with whom she had fallen in love.
Zahia lived a lot of her life in the outdoors. This is naturally a dangerous business in the plane of shadow, and she has been close to death a few times in her childhood. When she had grown to adulthood she banded up with a party of adventurers, and for years she travelled the planes. She ended up fighting against a cabal of powerful necromancers. The necromancers threatened to take over a gigantic part of the plane of shadow. She made to defeat them, but she lost many a friend in the process.
Zahia has the inherent beauty of a nymph. She is of average height, and she has brown skin despite being from the plane of shadow. She has long brown hair and big brown eyes. She usually wears a short skirt and a small top made of dark fur. Her bow is made from shadowoak, a black kind of wood inherent to the plane of shadow, and covered in dark purple runes.
Zahia was born on the plane of shadow, her mother were a nymph, who had originally been brought there as a captive. She had been freed by a local janni, with whom she had fallen in love.
Zahia lived a lot of her life in the outdoors. This is naturally a dangerous business in the plane of shadow, and she has been close to death a few times in her childhood. When she had grown to adulthood she banded up with a party of adventurers, and for years she travelled the planes. She ended up fighting against a cabal of powerful necromancers. The necromancers threatened to take over a gigantic part of the plane of shadow. She made to defeat them, but she lost many a friend in the process.
Zahia has the inherent beauty of a nymph. She is of average height, and she has brown skin despite being from the plane of shadow. She has long brown hair and big brown eyes. She usually wears a short skirt and a small top made of dark fur. Her bow is made from shadowoak, a black kind of wood inherent to the plane of shadow, and covered in dark purple runes.
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Very Low
Level 2 | Low
Level 3 | Very High
Level 4 | High
Level 5 | High
Level 6 - The City of Dis | Very High
Level 7 | High
Level 8- the Malebolge | High
Level 9 - Cocytus | Very High
Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv
So presumedly I'll meet you all as I sell you on in Dis...
As to our characters beings versions of ourselves... mine here aren't really, they're born of want to use or for practicing at something, in the main.
When you meet a sadistic cynical monster of a being in the arena now, thats also a cliched ancient necromancer demon-godlike thing... maybe I'll agree with you then. And still I notice no-one else has one, that idea IS now claimed. By many many fantasy writers previous admittedly... but now me.
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Very Low
Level 2 | High
Level 3 | Moderate
Level 4 | High
Level 5 | Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis | High
Level 7 | Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge | Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus | High
Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv
Apparently I'm extremely violent :evillaugh ...
Funny, I don't see myself that way, but completely opposite that...
Anyways, I just looked at the time spent at the battle I was directed to earlier, 7 days
:OMG!
Do they useally take that long?
At that rate I can fight all day long, as we have access to the internet during class. And I'm ready to try a fight.
I have a few ideas for another character:
An Asherati. Desertdancer (of doooom
..., it has to sound scary:D)The advantage is you can take part in several fights at once without giving yourself hand injuries responding to them all...
And I can't help but notice you appear to be the only one, so far, here with a lust level, Xarellon...
Level Score
Purgatory Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo Low
Level 2 High
Level 3 Low
Level 4 Very Low
Level 5 Moderate
Level 6 - Very Low
Level 7 High
Level 8- High
Level 9 - Low
And anyway... Its not the level you go to, its the levels of sin you got that important...(Think about it, the lower you go, the higher the average CR of the monsters you have to beat off to rule. While of course the greater your own evil, the greater the CR of the being you go to hell as. Or something like that.)
...Yes, I'm looking at you, Gideon...
Who, me? :D
Xarellon...
Spelled wrongI'll live... :D
Yes, fights do take a while - since its a case of waiting for a response, the average fight takes a week odd, but usually more (Where usual doesn't count some of the more active and well-known of our numbers. Yes, I'm looking at you, Gideon. And currently you Cog.).
The advantage is you can take part in several fights at once without giving yourself hand injuries responding to them all...
I have a nice saying, but I not sure how to translate it. None of my dictionaries contain it:
Nothing is all bad.
Dragor, Nim, Alikaine, A little translation help
Intet er saa daarligt at det ikke er godt for noget
Yes, I'm looking at you, Gideon. And currently you Cog.).
You lookin' at me funny, boy?
Seriously, well-known? Active, maybe, but if I am well-known, it's only because of some major accident.
I hate to say it, but... his death scene? one word: illusion:D.
Still, now that both you and dorian believed him, I suppose it would be unsporting to just pop him out, after what dorian's done. Soooo... gimme some time to think, okay?
Notice I never said that Wresh was dying...only that he vanished.
.K'teeb and his lies...
"Er-hem...well, yer majesty, I, err..." K'teeb hadn't thought that Sorcen might wonder where the gem came from - thinking fast, he spouts a rather ill-thought out lie: "Yeh see, sir, I were fightin' against a buncha' devils tryin' ter crash the party in the arena... bone devils, were they? Yarr, well, anyways, I put a buncha holes in their 'ead wit my good ole' pea shooter," (K'teeb pats the absurd blunderbus at his side) "An' what do I finds on the carcasses, but this 'ere gem. An so, I says, "his lordship would like this'un, I'll bet." An so, after sellin' the bal- err, bone devil parts, well, here I am!" He grins cheekily again, and tosses the gem to Sorcen.
, "Ah thank you K'Teeb, loyal and honest as ever." He says this with a wink and studies the gem. "Ah a god's soul to further my quest. Tell me Master K'Teeb, how did you acquire such a thing."
"Er-hem...well, yer majesty, I, err..." K'teeb hadn't thought that Sorcen might wonder where the gem came from - thinking fast, he spouts a rather ill-thought out lie: "Yeh see, sir, I were fightin' against a buncha' devils tryin' ter crash the party in the arena... bone devils, were they? Yarr, well, anyways, I put a buncha holes in their 'ead wit my good ole' pea shooter," (K'teeb pats the absurd blunderbus at his side) "An' what do I finds on the carcasses, but this 'ere gem. An so, I says, "his lordship would like this'un, I'll bet." An so, after sellin' the bal- err, bone devil parts, well, here I am!" He grins cheekily again, and tosses the gem to Sorcen.
then i have an offer for you, why don't you join my army, features weekly raids on elven cities and everyday battle with human "adventurers" (though they aren't what they were in the old days).
This intrigues me and I'd like to learn more
(AWESOME! I was hoping that this would happen!)
Shucks. Have you been, like, waiting to grab the top of page 100, or something? (I think the term is ninja?)
Still, I think some huge congratulations are in order for sorcen.
Explanation of my recent absence
On a more somber note, forgive my absence as of late but I am in a bit of a depression (more of a confusion/frustration) but fear not for I shall be back soon. I plan to have a nice little walk tomorrow, waking at 5 AM and walking as far as I can dwelling on my problems and clearing my mind, its worked in the past and I'll be back around 4 PM.
TWO days, on the other hand...:P
edit:... DOH! Totally mised the 100th page... sheesh... I was aiming for it earlier too!
So, anyone looking for another match? Edvard is tied up until Gareth comes back, but all my other characters are up for grabs. Any takers?
Pick me
And you are aware that your link takes people to the OOTS home page? That was a "WTF?" moment for me :D
I'd like to try Bob again or Giovanni.
I'll leave the choice to you.
Just link to the thread were we can fight.:D
And you are aware that your link takes people to the OOTS home page?
It was meant to link to Comic #0002 were Elan almost wasn't picked (like me).
and do somebody want to have a smily war wit me?
:fight!: :fight!: :fight!: 
I don't have any idea's about that saying... sorry.
I'll pull out Dramuk and Dragor from the betting window then Lost... And expect K'Teeb to get into trouble soon... NEVER MAKE ZIEL ANGRY!!!
(later in his story (he's picked out of my campaign setting before he becomes an actual god), he kill most of a phanteon because someone ****** him off).
Also i might have 2 more members coming in, at least one. His username is warchif_shadowsong.
And, Toptomcat has a challenge up? I'll take it.
Marvy. Where can I find your character, and possibly read a fight or three involving them?
I'll be posting in the Dragon Quest and the War Thread shortly and I'll work on archiving matches and sorting out who goes where after that.
First IC Thread-
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-----------Elise vs Dia Duit
-----------Edvard vs Endeca
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----Next Matches-
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Secondary IC Thread-
-----------Wresh Haltirak vs Dorian Rike
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----Next Matches-
New Site:
Arena 1- Torien vs Arena
-Alkuth vs Loex
Arena 2-
Arena 3-Orshallen vs ?
Arena 4-
We have arenas 2 and 4 open on the new site.
We have Bahamut vs Xarallon wanting a match, Toptomcat vs LostMage wanting a match, and Dragor is up for another match but since you have one already going then we'll have at least the LostMage vs Toptomcat match go in one of the empty arenas. Hopefully the new site wont be a problem for Toptomcat.
Sorcen and his passivness for the lies of K'Teeb
Sorcen catches the gem, seemingly before it even reaches his grasp, and studies it closely, "Ah a fine jewel indeed, thank you K'Teeb. You loyalty should be rewarded, free drinks at teh taverne perhaps?" He smiles knowingly and the gem fades from view through what could only be percieved as some sort of sleight of hand.
"Er-hem...well, yer majesty, I, err..." K'teeb hadn't thought that Sorcen might wonder where the gem came from - thinking fast, he spouts a rather ill-thought out lie: "Yeh see, sir, I were fightin' against a buncha' devils tryin' ter crash the party in the arena... bone devils, were they? Yarr, well, anyways, I put a buncha holes in their 'ead wit my good ole' pea shooter," (K'teeb pats the absurd blunderbus at his side) "An' what do I finds on the carcasses, but this 'ere gem. An so, I says, "his lordship would like this'un, I'll bet." An so, after sellin' the bal- err, bone devil parts, well, here I am!" He grins cheekily again, and tosses the gem to Sorcen.
Sorcen catches the gem, seemingly before it even reaches his grasp, and studies it closely, "Ah a fine jewel indeed, thank you K'Teeb. You loyalty should be rewarded, free drinks at teh taverne perhaps?" He smiles knowingly and the gem fades from view through what could only be percieved as some sort of sleight of hand.
ok, xarallon, howz about we do a Giovanni vs. Whoever you want match in the IC2 thread? If Sorcen gives it the ok.
Fine by me. I'm ready.
Sorcen, we seem to be ready.
I'm gonna go with Xarallon, as he is only I have made so far.
He is in the roster.
I was about to write another.:D
he is only I have made so far.
you be slow
For example...i could easily throw up...oh...about 12 more fully developed characters straight from my character file, and about 27 more part-way done ideas. But I don't, cause I'd lose track and everyone else would go mad :D
Sometimes less is more, if those few are really convincing characters (which I don't think mine are, but that's not for me to judge, being a perfectionist at heart)
And Sorcen? Question for ya. Do you have any specific desire to snag post #3000 as a tribute to your arena? Or is it up for grabs for us thread ninjas out to set records :D
Sorcen: hope things worked out, and congratulations on page 100, since I didn't manage to get that in my first post.
Oh, by the way: no one really cares at all if you have 3+ characters, do they? There's one I've been meaning to add, but thought that I'd wait 'til one of my characters (no, there isn't a targeting reticule on Venti! ...although he's rather trite...) so I'll just post him when I've got time. Gotta go!
And you sure that isn't a book you mean Sorcen, cos I heard one M. Ridcully say the same thing...
We are now the second largest thread I have ever seen, trailing about 500 posts behind Krede's Tavern. And that's not counting the Taverne, IC threads 1 & 2, the School of Magic, the Quest threads, and the new forums.
All things considered, I think we hold the record :D
Go us! :D
And my inititiative mod is apparently pretty high :D
Also do you realise how bored you sound to wait 40 minutes for someone to break 2999...
Anyway...you know it took us only slightly over a month to add 1000 replies?
That's...insane.
And probably largely my fault :D
... LostMage (Those 'what if' questions added a good number of pages).
Why, thank you, Khael. I feel like I've accomplished something.
Oh, by the way, another what if for y'all: if you were a Greek deity, what would you be the deity of? (you can't pick one that already exists) Me, I'd be the god of luck. Just 'cause it'd be pretty awesome.
And Sorcen? My critique of your RPing (as per requested) is up on the other thread.
I actually think that this review type thing could prove very useful for improving the RP around here for everyone.
Anyone willing to critique my style?
To the greek god thing: trickery or thievery. I'd probably be better at the thievery part though.
Also, I think I found your secret. Does it have a red color scheme by any chance?
I'm back...again. I'm probably making a completely new guy. I won’t be constantly in, as I’m in a other RP that takes up a lot of my time. I apologize for my appalling RPing before.
MUCH easier to read and understand, which was my biggest problem with your posting before. I could deal with the RP...I just had trouble reading your posts.
Thanks in advance :D
-Gideon
Memnanth: Thats a good one there.
Kaizer: Cool, welcome back. Its not a problem dont worry. If you have indeed improved then it proves what I said before, that you would improve in time and that we must be patient and helpful to you. Anyway welcome back and some things have happened since you've been gone. I finally found out where the name Turlus came from yesterday, I spaced out during the Tree of Might movie when I watched it so I never caught that the saiyan there was named Turles until I was looking it up yesterday.
Gideon: Replied to. ;)
...and some things have happened since you've been gone.
SOME things? Let's see...we hit page 100, hit post 3,000, opened a new site, had planar battles, the return of Caben Duur, Gareth's crisis, the Wedding, about...oh...a TON of battles/character related stuff...
And you say some things. Give me a break...
:D
Also...ATTENTION PLEASE
AT THIS TIME, THERE ARE PRECISELY 7,065 POSTS IN THE SORCEN EMPIRE!
Thank you.
...What? Why are you looking at me like that? I was bored...
well shinobi http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?t=356723 thats the basic of it watch some episodes of naruto
and what have I missed in these months?
As to the watching episodes of Naruto though...I have to say that's not going to happen. Most anime makes me want to cough up my internal organs, turn into Caben Duur, and destroy my TV. But that's just me :D
As to what you've missed...not much that would have really affected you much. Just RPing and battles...and the new site for this I built, found HERE.
Also, please don't take this the wrong way, but does your keyboard actually have a shift key, a comma key, and a period key? If so, please, PLEASE use them. :D
Wow 7,000+ , cool.
I know the jist of what you mean by shinobi but I'll look over the thread when I have time. We dont have an opening for a match at the moment (really we're booked and we've expanded to having 6 IC threads) but one should open up soon I'm sure, you could always go to the training room for a practice math if you liek though.
Also, I just realized...this might help. When you post, in the upper right of the gray box is a checkmark with ABC written on it. Click it, download the spell-check program, and install and run it. Now, when posting, you can simply click on that checkmark symbol and the program will point out all your spelling errors and make your posts much more legible.
Actually, I'm glad I found that. Useful little feature there :D
For all you D&D players who like philosophy...you should enjoy this. A D&D related comic from the Dresden Codak (a great little webcomic, by the way). It's pretty funny, in its own little way.
HERE IT IS
It's the addition of Tiny Carl Jung that just makes it hysterical :D
Whoa, aousdjw actually turns up as a spelling error now! I just switched web browsers, and it underlines spelling errors! Let's see it can detect my gooder English grammar mishaps...nope.
Anyways: Olive oil, huh? I've heard today: gravity, static electricity, I don't know (most people said this) and sarcasm (my English teacher said that)
Gee. That post didn't contribute anything to this discussion. Does it matter? (rhetorical question, I think the answer is no)
Okay, I just came back to 2 new IC threads, ~2,000 new posts. and 70 more pages. Can somebody explain what I missed, and can I get a match? I want to post a new character too; I'm bored of my current one(s).Edit: Also, can one of you veterans look at my (1) match? I need a few style tips; I'm getting tired of my writing.
--Siveleth
edit: belated congratulations to sorcen!
Would you prefer a meldshaper warforged, an elemental (more elements that the classical 4 BTW.) master, a necromancer, a rune-dragon powered mage or a girl with a bow?
But don't worry, this will all blow over soon enough, and I'll be back to my overbearing, roleplaying self
Any laying claim to the title of shinobi or ninja will have to go through me. Nothing, NOTHING in D&D or anime makes me angrier than when people mess up ninjas. You wanna know why? BECAUSE WE'RE BADASS AS WE ARE! We don't need all that other B.S. and then it just spreads misconceptions.
I've gotten off mostly scot-free, only needing some anger management. They considered taking away the six-inch knife, but realized that I'm probably gonna need it.
Gideon? In a game with 'Deca? With Es and Mem involved?
JOIN THE CHAOS SIDE! JOIN US!
Erm...not that I'm TRYING to encourage the Law/Chaos split in the party...
And I shall leave you with the following quotes -
Jack Sparrow: "Why should I sail with you people? All you you have tried to kill me. One of you succeeded."
My friend Jack: "I don't like how Spidey keeps getting hit in the movies. If you read the comic or watched the cartoon, you'd know that you could touch M.C. Hammer before you could touch Spiderman."
Me: "No, no, my life has been just fine aside from the court trials for assault and battery, attempted murder in the second degree, destruction of property (accomplished with the person I assaulted) and various attempts to prove I'm too insane for normal life. Say, have you met my puppy?"
Girl in class who asked where I've been: "Uh....." *scoots desk away*
And I can't help but wonder which movie you watched... (No I haven't seen 3 yet, but from what I've heard they messed with my favourite. Messed badly.)
http://sorcensarena.proboards100.com/index.cgi
Essentially since the arenas where often in use, and our numbers were increasing, rather than open more threads here (And virtually nuking other threads linked to this one in the process) Gideon orchestrated the creation of new board for us to use. (One also where *ahem* slightly more bizarre ramblings go on, that would normally be a violation, if only slightly, of the CoC.).
byakugan+sharigan=nyhahahaha. (you need to now what these are :D)
Not a problem Toptomcat, take your time. Same to you Ank but on the subject of your absence instead.
Ah thats good you got away with it all then Gareth, hopefully things will calm down around there now. We'll be eagerly awaiting your return.
However... for what I think you're getting at (And remembering you had a tendency to use rules-based stuff for non-mundane attacks), look into warlocks. They may not be able to actually imitate a caster, but they can use such a wide range of abilities you probably can't tell the difference. And if used right you can't tell they're not real stealth types either.
And if you wondered the answer to my first point was and is: 'But I don't have to use it like the books.'
Secondly... does it matter to us personally? Gareth is counted as friend to many of us, and compatriot or ally by others. Whether we find it unbelievable or not, isn't really viable in that, as it doesn't affect us, in any way beyond the possibility of offering support morally/spiritually/emotionally (Depending on your point of view on what the above mean).
And you do realise not everything gets onto search engines... Such as stuff where people have their identities protected by law due to age or similar. And since I'm given to understand some of those involved came under that, and its not considered important enough by media to publicise...
Glad things got resolved for ya, by the way.
Toptomcat...I fear you may be right in your assessment, but it remains to be seen. Hopefully we're both mistaken...
Kaizer: Did you not see my post on the spell check? FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING SACRED, HOLY, UNHOLY, AND COMPLETELY UNRELATED TO RELIGION, PLEASE USE IT!
It's really annoying to have to try to decipher your posts. Also, observe the following: .,'!?
They are your friends. Use them. Also, three exclamation points does not amplify the emotion. One will suffice.
And Khael is right. Regardless of the truth of Gareth's story (which personally, although also unable to find it on search engines, I still believe, due to the fact that I value his contributions to this thread, find him one of the better people I've met online, haven't had reason to not trust him before, and lose nothing by believing him), it really doesn't affect us here much, other than providing some conversation for a while.
If it is a lie (which, I'll say again, I believe not to be the case), it's by far the most elaborate and well-thought out deception I've seen in a while, and I'd be honored to have been taken in. So either way, I'm cool with it.
I fear Kaizer has not so much changed his stripes as just picked another anime.
Now I like using anime as a class concept its not terrbile its not evil, media and art makes the world go around! Also my rping skills are better my spelling and grammar are slightly better :D
At the time anyway you were one of the 'don't knows'.
And for a final note there, it was also the half-titan. Half-titan does no...(you've abandoned that now, so I'll skip this)...but spamming wish meant you never had a good chance. Also I suspect Turlus was level 1 by the end of each fight due to XP burn...
Prove our lack-of-faith wrong now, man, prove us wrong.
We don't mean any harm (At least, I don't :D)
By the way gideon, I'm glad I'm not the only anime hater here:D.
Anyway, kaizer, good luck. Also, when you've had a little practice with characters that you are familiar with, try another one. This time, don't take it from an anime, make sure it's your own and has no resemblance (or very little) to comics/anime/etc. afterwards. The quality of that character hardly matters, the point is that it's yours, and after that it will be easier to make your own, interesting characters, not to mention that it will do wonders for anyone's RP skills.
Just so you know, gid, when I ask for a critique I don't mean any battle in particular, but more my writing style in general, thanks
.Also, if you need any help with that...I'll speak for everyone here when saying that we're ready to give you a hand (well...maybe not ALL of us, but enough to assist :D)
/igor
Anyways, I may be ill, but that's no excuse to keep you guys waiting, I'm answering PMs and writing replies as we speak
.Dragor, your reply is up, I still don't know how to counter gid's post
,...I think this might be a good time to get back in bed, I'll see ya all around.
Take all the sleep/rest/anything else you need. We don't need you urgently :D
Alright, I'm really gone now, see ya all.
And by the way kaizer, if you need help with any aspect of RP, send me a PM, the comp beeps when I get one, so I can get outta bed to answer.
I missed the 3,000th post! Argh, my life, 'tis a failure!
Did I mention it before? I hate you all. I spent half an hour reading the FOUR pages you put on in the last two days... But good job anyway! :D
Welcome back Gareth, good luck on life in general (I guess that applies to everyone).
Get better soon cog!
I personally don't care about jumping over to the other arena, as long as xarallon doesn't mind.
And yes...we have been posting a lot lately. 1,000 replies in the last month...and 69 in the last two days. Or was number 3,000 yesterday?
Either way...wow.
EDIT: It was, in fact, yesterday. So...69 posts since 6:48 yesterday.
Holy Shittake Mushrooms. That's a LOT.
Oh, and I forgot if anyone said anything about it; can anyone harrangue me on my roleplaying faults?
Epic...I'll add you to my little list, which should be started this evening...if my parents don't turn off the internet connection...
Now this battle is it a battle against one character? or some type of last man standing?
Duels.
Also...Epic? Thanks :D
Get better soon Cog. Also, Nexus, dont feel bad. Im going to have to catch up on anywhere from 5-10 pages by the time I get the time to read em all :D
Epic: homework is a curse... I can live with you not being on several times a day, once every dy or two is ok... i will have trouble posing in weekends anyway. Now who did you want to fight?
We apparently WERE thinking the exact same thing! Now I have to do some major re-thinking of how to kickstart my plan...nice job!
But...grrrrrrr...:D
You've peeked my curiosity now though, I never knew I had a dog... do you mean my cat? (Who, BTW, just killed and dragged in a fox today
)for the first time in Zak-knows-how-long.
Nice tie-in
Also, Septimus...we were going to have a battle, right? If so...we either need to make a new thread somewhere, or wait for an opening :D
In other news, Gareth is out temporarily, Kaiser Soatze (Who joined early on in the arena's lifespan) has come back, and I can't think of anything else of note at the moment...oh yes, EEE and Tomtomcat came back too.
And Cog... In the name of all thats unholy what is Wresh?! I know he's not a Primal, but the descriptions and his words seem to keep bringing him closer to Fear. (Though I am starting to get one possible idea. And if its true I must destroy you so no-one can never suspect I've copied it. Despite the fact its an unwritten idea so technically i won't have copied it... )
That's what I normally do as well...Dorian's actually the exception to the rule in that I know exactly what he is and what he can do.
GO ME!! Whoo hoo, I actually got a round number before Gideon...
And, incidently, I did miss post 1000. Got 2000 though :D
At first I typed, "THE 4000th POST!" then went back and actually looked at the number of posts... That was a "Oh s***" moment. :D
When I actually though about it, I realized there was no way we could have posted 1000 times in a week.
not at all like me, ofcourse.:P
and
My character probably won't be up for four days, because I'm doing something orignal. Well, it's a shinobi, but I'm taking a new concept on it so...
And oh: #3104...not that anyone cares.
Legibility is your friend. As is normal sized font.
But feel free to take your time. We're patient people...usually :D
(im going to keep doing this till you guys realize its not a big deal how ever pg numbers are diffrent)
Now...make amends. Go back and edit those unnecessary and irritating number claims off the thread. I'll wait for you.
Do it NOW.
-Slightly ticked-off Gideon
I don't get angry. Ever. No one I know (not even my parents) can remember the last time I did. But even when calm I can be a horrible bastard.
If anything ever manages to anger me, I pity it.
Plus...he said he would continue. And it was size 7 font proclaiming the number to EVERY POST HE MADE. Anyway...it's settled, so no harm done :D
kaizer: try not to upset people for no reason.
gid: try not to eat kaizer, you may get indigestion (just kidding).
I understand. I try...but...well...I'm not good at letting things that bother me slide. I'm not sure why...
Something to work on, I suppose.
Thanks, Cog. Remind me if I get out of hand again, will you?
Anyway, 'm afraid I won't be able to post in the arena thread any time soon (that goes to you too, dragor) as my cold is getting worse (hence less posting here too), and, well, my upcoming birthday party comes with a hidden price, I have to grind the flour for every single dish. Yeah, go me.
Hope you feel better. And happy upcoming birthday!
Tell you what...if you ship some of that flour over here to Pennsylvania, I'll grind some for you. Sound good?
Postage is gonna to be a hefty sum :D
For good!
YES!
*Endeca dances past, Jaden and Bris in hand*
Endeca: "HUG!"
Edvard: "Um....why is there hugging?"
Not that that's a bad thing...but it sure is unusual. :D
Anyway, good to have you back.
Which also reminds me, I'm gonna post the re-write of Shades of Gray (my other story) on Once Upon a Time pretty soon. Keep in mind that I sometimes re-use names - any names there have nothing to do with here.
Edit:Ah, now I begin to see...
I'm through the roof! I've got creativity bursting through my PORES like I just got b*tch-smacked by a Blood Magus!
Let me just say here that that's the single best sentence I've seen on these boards, ever. :D
Kaizer, you suffer from the same problem that my friend Adam does - you're a copycat. You don't make characters of your own, you transfer them. Adam does it with FMA - he's frickin' Edward in every game he plays, even if the character's name is always Mithos. It's friggin' rediculous. So, let me make this abundantly clear for you -
Using anime for INSPIRATION is fine. Kyle was inspired by anime (in general, not anything specific, in general). Some of the things Syra does are, on occasion, anime influenced. But COPYING - that is gonna make me angry. And I'm in too good a mood to let you drag it down. So, work on it, would ya?
Also, that game should be VERY interesting...I wonder what the addition of a NE (leaning toward CE) Hexblade will do to things...
Make Endeca fry him into little bite-sized chunks that taste just like chicken.
I'd re-think that one if I were you. Even Irthos would be like, "Umm.........dude, no, just no."
The thing is, while you CAN play evil characters on Enworld, doing so in a Good/Nuetral party is a Bad Plan, especially when the only two Good characters are BOTH CHAOTIC GOOD. Endeca'd eventually be like, "Dude, that's too far *sculpted fireball barrage*"
See my point?
"Captain! Commence operation Personality Re-write! All systems go!"
And that may not work...he's quite resistant to arcane power...it probably wouldn't bother him that much.
So I do think you're going over over the top with that. And rather than give up on my cranky **** habits, I'll also point out while he does have more originality than you seem to give credit for, its wasn't well done at all at anything else.
But I'm going to shut up on this til he see how he does now, and I think we all probably should, 'less he asks, agreed?
And on NE, NE is the coolest to play I feel: You are in effect the ultimate mercenary. It's only in the hands of the stupid, or childish when you overplay the evil, that its well... a villain.
(I admit, i haven't been to see this guys personality stuff though)
And Endeca doesn't HAVE to blast him directly. A Shout spell targeting the roof over his head would get the job done. Or a couple Summon Monsters. With Snuggles as psionic support, no less.
Anyway, I have a character I'll be introducing shortly. To give ya'll a hint, remember when I mentioned Primal Champions? So far, the ones we have (Anger, Joy, Chaos) all found out late and haven't had the time to really pick up on their duties. And that's the hint.
All in all though, he's not over-the-top, all-out evil. Probably his alignment is best defined as Neutral Evil, leaning towards Chaotic Evil and True Nuetral.
Remember Gareth...there are different types of Evil. Ashon isn't a tyrant, or a serial killer...he's just not a nice guy. Not nice at all.
As to falling roofs and summoned monsters...walk unseen and flee the scene should see him through :D
Think. What do you know about Endeca? What have you seen? Or Es, for that matter (but Es can be ordered not to knife him like an angry...me). Innocent people getting killed by his pack of wolves? Bad.
Incidentally, Endeca has no problem whatsoever with the use of the undead, and makes use of them herself (Animate Dead). She's utterly innocent about it - "They prefer 'living impaired'!"
I'm not gonna keep trying to discourage you, but we already have a Law/Chaos split without going for Good/Evil too.
Worst case scenario: He sticks with the party long enough to be useful (He's a, for want of a better word, friend of Irthos's), and eventually goes his own way. In which case I bring in someone like Gideon.
The guards attempt to stop her and ask her business, but they fall to the ground, clutching arrows in their chests with a curious expression on their faces - not pain, but bliss. More troop down from the stairs, only to fall with the same expression, light pink arrows protruding from their chests and necks without drawing blood or even seeming to do harm. Her dark pink boots leave flowers in their prints as the woman walks steadily towards Sorcen.
All this, and she hasn't even drawn her bow.
Studded leather armor the same color as her boots, drawn tight around a body that the mortals - and some of the immortals - in the audience cannot stop staring. A small quiver over her back, half full of light pink arrows and half of bronze, and a greatbow made out of some supple, indeterminable wood. Her hair is a light red, her eyes a dark green, as she stops before Sorcen. More guards rush to attack her, and she doesn't even move. When they get close enough and grab her, they let go, stumbling back and landing on their rumps with a curious expression of both bliss and pain.
"Lord Sorcen Anenooata, it is an honor to meet you in person. And I must extend my thanks - I would never have been able to find my way here if it wasn't for you and Aya. Your soldiers may not recover, but you may find that they are better this way."
She signs her name in flowing handwriting that is as much art as script.
Laven Sellis.
The woman turns and walks away, gently brushing one final soldier with her finger. The devil's eyes turn a light pink and he falls back, confused and blissful, before she walks into the Taverne.
This from memory might you, so some of it is likely off, but the point is, that god's followers are very much in the sense of using other's own biology against them, which sounds very similar to Laven so far.
But as I said any in that vein would likely be the dark side of Laven's sponsor.
Geez....
What PRIMAL could this fit? Let's tally up the hints -
Laven has a fixation with the color pink. Her arrows did no damage, but completely incapacitated their targets with a mind-affecting power. Those that touched her experienced the same effect. She found the Arena because of something that Sorcen and Aya share. Her voice evokes an emotion that is good, but has a dark edge to it and is elusive and hard to place. She physically attracts the opposite gender without sending them into maddening lust (ruling out the Primal of the same name) and has a very high presence. What Primal could fit that?
I think I'd like to fight you with Dragor then... A trickful blade user.
I like the new character. I wonder how she and Tyrion would get along with each other, and how they would fight...
I said she made me think of champions of Slaanesh, not she was, and in fact your breakdown covered it better than mine: Every power she used is very similar to a by-the-book champion, hence why she made me think that, the main difference being Laven isn't half-naked. (That wasn't a joke unfortunally).
Also to point out if any of the chaos gods covers love its Slaanesh... The idea of any other god getting that is...worrying, given they tend to have berserkers, plague carriers or Cthulhu for worshippers...
And on a lighter note... sweet lords of evil, if Endeca shouts 'Kawaii!'... someone must suffer. Likely Ed...
Also Gareth, if you still want the Nexus, mayhap you should bump it before it gets pushed under.
Edvard: "Too...cute...skin...melting..NOOOO!"
Anyways, gid, there's no need to adjust Ashon. I hate to say it, but if anyone is encouraging the party split, it's me[gideon]
[/gideon]I'm curious though: what, if anything, did you guys do for mother's day? Me, I made a card... or rather, carved it out of cardboard (my extraordinarily useless specialty):D .
I'm gonna have to start manipulating like a mo fo. Ah well. At least I'm good at it - if done right, no one should ever notice. And just because you know plot I don't doesn't mean I'm not in control.
Dance, puppets, dance :evillaugh
You know, it's been my plan to tear this party apart since there were the first hints of it, so, well...
Hi, Lord GarethMcPuppet:D
Which type of goblins do you prefer: traditional or warcraft?
Personally, it's a no-brainer for me, the latter wins by a mile
.Oh, and gareth? Happy to stick with my campaign until epic? Thanks, that made my day.
.And I have to point out, having a huge charisma means little if by far realms terminology she's boardcasting, 'don't look at me'... in dimension 3-4y
OH
I'll see you in the Tavern Gareth, this could be fun :P
Hate levels...rising...world...turning...red.
And for the LOVE OF GOD, CHECK YOUR SPELLING AND GRAMMAR MAN! I literally, LITERALLY, know people on this site who learned English AS A SECOND LANGUAGE and spell better than you! This guy is still taking English in HIGH SCHOOL and he can write it better than you! IS A SPELL CHECK SO HARD?
Must...fight...down...urge...to...unleash...unmitigated...personal...opinion...it's...technically...flaming...
Speaking of ninja, mind if I ask a quick question: how were they involved with samurai? Did they work for them (I always thought they did) or oppose them?
Waay back, China decided to invade Japan. I don't know why, so don't even ask. Japan didn't have much, as it was an island of farmers. At best, it could boast a population of rogue samarui and farmers. They, however, caught wind of it, and they didn't like it. They decided to resist - they only wanted to be left alone. But they couldn't do much with ronin and farmers. So the ronin did the one thing they could think of - they broke the code of Bushido and began training the farmers. The techniques and weapons had to be simple and familiar, something ignorant peasants could use. They utilized an opponent's energy and motion against him and relied on trickery and deception, dishonorable tactics that no samarai would ever use. And so were the first Ninja made.
Halfway to Japan, a hurricane hits the samarai fleet, killing all but the 10,000 elite soldiers. They land on Japan expecting an easy conquest.
They were slaughtered to a man.
They weren't able to adapt. By clinging to Bushido, they were defeated by their desperate and dishonorable opponents. Their refusal to retreat or surrender cost them dearly, especially since they could not pin the Ninja into an open battle, always being struck at from the shadows.
However, after that, the Ninja became a kind of wild card - out for hire and following their own agenda. When a samarai tradition evolved in Japan, they cooperated with the Ninja in the sense that there was no open warfare between the groups, until eventually the Ninja were bought out by a Shogun to be his personal bodyguards, ending their involvemenet in Japanese politics.
Oh, and here's a what if sorta question for y'all: when Gideon linked to that web comic a few pages back, I couldn't help but read the rest of 'em. And I found the Future Aesthetic Initiative. The idea here is that when we finally start getting time-travel visits from our past selves, we ought to look the part of a future self. These are the guidelines presented by said comic: 1) grow a beard, or stylish goatee. 2) If you sever a limb, replace it with a better, bionic one. Not a claw, or hook. 3) No one has two visible eyes in the future. So, (still with me?), with the above guidelines in mind, describe your future self.
Kama - used like the European sickle for grain
Shuriken - originally adapted from a wood-shaving tool
Nunchuku - again, grain threshing
Bo Staff - basic weapon for any culture
Hambo (Half-staff) - Broom sticks, long branches, just about anything
The Common Hair Comb - Rake it across skin really fast, and it's a lethal weapon for less than a dollar. I have seen my father take people down with just a comb.
Hmmm, you've left me an open-ended invitation to flesh out Kyyt in the Tavern Gareth, given me an opportunity to spill all my little secrets, personality querks, etc. Curse thee, now before I reply, i've got to figure out how far I want this to go. Curses...this could take awhile
, uhh.... I really should be thanking you actually, this was what ive been looking for, but I really was not expecting this all of a sudden. Well, I'll figure something out. I suppose if I wanted to be really secrative/creepy, I'd PM you the information :PEdit: The common hair-comb is a little creepy
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that might actually work.
Jacob Mortenson took another drag on his cigarette. The hanger bay was packed with soldiers just like him, waiting to be shipped Earthside to join the war. It was about time the Colonies got what was due to them.
It happened in an instant. One second, Kevin was talking to him. The next, a crimson streak was flying through the air, the blood in his fellow soldier's throat flying so fast as to seem laserlike. Morgan went down next, then Larissa, killed by a phantom blur. The soldiers were panicked now, shifting about in fear and panic as they sought an enemy they could not see. A blur, gray with speed, and another crimson streak flew through the air, blood spattering the force field that led out into the black of space.
It took less than a minute until Jacob was the only one left, amid the corpses of men and women he'd fought beside for years. Killed in less than a minute of merciless efficiency, of emotionless brutality.
"I'm sorry, Jacob. You chose the wrong side. It's nothing personal."
The voice was polite, almost remorseful, and Jacob turned, rifle raised. With a shock of horror, he realized that he was looking at a girl. She couldn't be more then twenty or twenty-five, and slender. Pale blonde hair fell to her shoulders, not quite concealing the adrenal implants on her neck or the visor over her eyes that likely contained some kind of targeting system, or worse, adrenal and reflex enhancements. Black and gray, the colors of the United Earth, decorated her uniform. Her weapon - a six-inch belt knife, circa 2000 A.D. design.
Jacob Mortenson would be commemorated later. His last action was to squeeze the trigger.
The gray phantom walked out of the orbital station, leaving only the silence of the dead and the small tick of the self-destruct behind her.
Endeca: But I like you! *fireballs turn into giant marshemallows*
Wow... That battle is fun! I once more bow to your superior skills, Lord Gareth.
And you changed you avatar again!! Argh, I had just gotten used to the other one!
The original Tyrion, however, already has a woman. So, while it might be pleasurable to look, it's not nice to touch. Like my mother used to say when I was a kid, "Hands in your pockets. You can touch it when you buy it."
Incidentally, that WHOLE future thing came into my mind the moment I read LostMage's quiz.
.Or even the really clever M:TG ones pre-onslaught block, responsible for among other things the fodder cannon, and ruling at least one human city as the legal etile.
At least say D&D goblin rather than traditional. It insults the rather smarter more vicious pre-existing guys (not all of the above are pre-existing, but still... some are.).
And in that limited question, it would have to be Warcraft goblins.
And Gareth? You don't know she's not boardcasting (It's a throwback to an thread in the deities and the planes board, where people were pointing out 'far realm monsters can't be claimed as evil, we don't know enough about them.'
One major point of which was this: like the dungeon dimension monsters, far-realmers look pretty freaky to us, but for all we know that because they live in a world with more dimensions than our three, and 'hate' us for all we know because on their dimension 7(A format no human would likely ever realise exists, much less affect) humans continually boardcast 'Yo mama is so....' 24-7.
So as I say high charisma doesn't mean you'll affect everyone here, if they come from that strange(to us) a place... And I'd imagine someone must have.
Which was my entire reason for noting that earlier...
Incidentally, I had fun with some players earlier - they found an item that answers any question with the absolute truth. They asked, "What is the meaning of life?"
My response was, "Your brain registers that you got an answer, but due to the fact that it was given in six dimensions of thought, of which you can only handle one, your sanity expelled it to preserve itself. Make a Will save."
The thing about chaos mages is, they have access to ridiculous amounts of power, but no actual way to control how much they put in a spell (So a 3rd level spell like fireball might be cast at a CL 3 to CL 9 by a level 6).
Couple in the epic style power levels we use and thats a lot of randomised power.
Though she is known for passing out from the fact she can't control it fully, which is effectively the weakness: too much power in a spell, and Endeca will crash and burn ala the first time to my knowledge, she got used on the WOTC boards.
And I'm sorry to do this reference but... Does Endeca have Hadoken too then?
Endless Hunger
Void Call
Blackest Hour
Thoughts of Ruin
The last one has no relation to the Magic card of the same name. I'm not saying NO ONE ELSE knows them - I'm saying that no one learned them from the same source she did, since her and her companions killed the lich who wrote the book. Khael, you've seen the weakest of the four - the Endless Hunger, and that's nasty enough as is. If she actually feels she has to use Thoughts of Ruin, there's a multiverse or two at stake.
And never use the phase 'no-one learned from the same source' unless you can rewrite timelines. Liches tend to live a long time, and thats time for countless pupils, and learners, not counting her.
Incidentally, what's the situation with Hunger (who was chasing Endeca, forcing her to come here) and the Endless Hunger (which is still chasing Hunger, trying to destroy him, since he (by all accounts of logic) lacks the proper counterspell)?
That or he 'died' and reformed, in effect wiping out the target.
Incidentally, there are two counterspells to the Hunger. Endeca isn't aware of their existance, mostly because the lich wasn't either. The first one is simply the Hunger's opposite - a floating cloud of mildly prismatic mist that cancels and is canceled by the Hunger (if left by itself, the mist acts as an enhancement to energy and life). The second was actually made to counter Thoughts of Ruin, so it's more overkill than anything - casting it generally leaves the mage in question changed for life, because channeling that much power, even if it's positive, leaves its mark. It manifests as A LOT of light. A lot. It disrupts those four spells on their most fundamental level and negates them.
Lastly, Sorcen, I'm waiting on you in Kaizer's, and I have an update up in Blood and Darkness.
Though it seems the end result is, you don't know what it does in practical terms... So I have to ask, how should I know what Hunger did to it?
And Foxhengeyokai also had a character with a sword like Soulreaver so don't even start in on me with that. Gareth's sword has THAT ONE THING that it does. It does NOTHING ELSE.
And breaking it requires either A. The most epic Shatter spell evah or B. Another Runeblade (A la Warcraft 3). Doing so would ANNIHILATE Gareth and likely whoever broke it - first, Gareth would die because Soulreaver broke, and then the magical backlash would kick in and THAT wouldn't be pretty.
And as to Hunger - he can outrun it if it gets too annoying, or he could find/coerce another Primal or spend the time and track down a mage with the correct counterspell, or he could just let it tail him like a dog and find ways to use it against people - the Hunger consumes anything in its path to the target, including opponents, trees, that kind of thing.
Not the sword itself, which I know is pretty tame. And there more than one way to remove a runeblade. The one I'm thinking of even conceivably leaves Gareth standing in his unliving(?) state.
And Primals are a rather special case (as are other shapeshifters) when it comes to Soulreaver. Say Gareth cuts off Hunger's head - but guess what? All the organs in it moved somewhere else. He goes to stab Hunger in the heart - and it's gone. Primals aren't locked into one form or even several alternate forms, so they can keep shapeshifting until they run out of body to move. Other true shapeshifters have the same advantage, giving them an incredible edge against the sword.
Additionally, magical healing still works, and I'm pretty sure every Primal EVAH is packing some of that.
And the non-Primal reference? It's from back in the Krede's cafe, when Gareth's sword effect got challenged, and they tested in on the that guy (can't remember the name), who got cut up, frozen, rifted etc. some 6 or 7 times, before Gareth gave up.
(I know Primals wouldn't care, as they wouldn't heal, just make a new limb)
But actually magical healing (as it stood then) would only part work - regen by your opinion then still left you limbless, though the hp healing was unaffected... you never listed permanent non-vorpal-style wounds back then...
And there's a difference between NATURAL regeneration (Trolls) and the SPELL Regeneration. The former does nothing. The latter still works (assuming, of course, that he doesn't stab you to death mid-cast, but that's a danger every caster faces from everyone, not just Gareth).
And if you think about it, all wounds are permanent from any weapon. I've still got knife scars from YEARS ago - the wounds never really go away, they just get a bit better. Soulreaver just doesn't let them get better naturally.
And yeah, everyone in the cafe did tend to be godmodders, bad or good, mostly bad to my memories...
Strangely enough it only hit its drawn out storyarc state, that seemed to push people away, after I stopped playing firebreathing A-holes to their would-be personalities... A fact I found really quite funny...
And I have to point all: All regeneration is supernatural, by rules, so technically if you ignore one, you ignore all logically. But when has logic worked in Rp...
Wow. All this discussion about ONE SWORD. You'd think Gareth fought often or something. He's only fought ONCE here.
I find this comical.
And several DR's are supernatural.
And regeneration can be scientifically explained? Yes, but in 6 seconds to heal wounds? Or a matter of minutes to regrow limbs...
And I was thinking similar thoughts on the number of posts...
I wonder how many catgirls we've sent to the slaughter?
And on a last note, you realise I now HAVE to find a way to get Hunger to run though the arena followed by Endless hunger, right?
Now to figure out where the best place to entrance a 9 foot nutcase is...
It takes a matter of minutes for a starfish that has been cut in half to make TWO SEPERATE STARFISH. Six seconds to heal wounds? It's possible. And keep in mind that for all we know, things with natural regeneration have evolved it better than things on earth.
And as to DR, Soulreaver just straight-up ignores that (the whole cut through anything ability, which has never been contested). So it becomes sorta like a lightsaber in that regard.
Lightsabers have a physical reason for overcoming that, but then as far as I known they also have little way to regrow a limb on someone short of several weeks bacta tanking or similar.
And I can imagine Endeca doing that, assuming she doesn't try to blast him (Depends on whether she assumes he's still hunting her i'd guess)...
And 6 minutes? I've just been looking for this and it seems it takes a year to grow a new arm..
And Endeca has probably forgotten all about it by now, to be honest.
Several of your characters here are either direct translations or conceptually based, off your RL characters in various games D&D, WoW etc. correct?
This does occassionally seem to lead you to godmodding, though not in a way addressed in most of the basics stuff in the laptop, since rather than decide a players action for them, you sometimes try to force home-rules into a game that doesn't support them.
For example, I've noted one thing across this conversation: You've still been stating natural regeneration is nulled, basing it off rules that only you support technically, here.
As an aside to this, you've complained about Caradoc's (Remembered the name of that guy who got cut up so many times) ridiculous ability to get back up, despite the fact you were pretty much godmodding as badly - Stating natural regen like his wouldn't work, and about how he was cut up etc..
This is also followed though in Endeca's case: You state Endless Hunger can only be countered by two spells normally.
This has only really come up with homebrewed stuff, that I've noticed, and there lies the problem, due to the fact you're sometimes working by rules we don't have, you then on occassion try to force them though, though we have no reason to give a monkey's about them.
But this is also followed up today, with Laven, where you all but online-yell at everyone for a reaction, using a here-meaningless rule as an excuse.
Only a minor thing really but something you seem to tend towards that I don't know if you've noticed.
But most of my characters are, indeed, based off characters I've played. Jaden was played up to level 36 before I pumped her up and transferred her to my Arena, and then here. Endeca is a direct translation. Brisinaria is likewise close to her actual self, Gareth is half-and-half, and Valoran was actually played up until the conclusion of his fight with Tyrion (after that, stuff just got crazy). However, Syra, Kyle, Laven, Kovaliastraz (until statted by the helpful folks on the Monster's Lair), Tyler (in current form), Kaylee, and their doubles were never played.
And for those of you who are curious - Soulreaver cannot go against another Runeblade with any certainty - if another Runeblade is used to parry it, Soulreaver can't cut through it. As well, Soulreaver cannot parry Runeblades - if used defensively against them, they simply pass through as though Soulreaver didn't exist whatsoever.
And yes, the Hunger can only be countered by two spells NORMALLY. However, that sorta changes once it's brought here, especially if you get Primals involved. I'm gonna sit down and decide what it actually does, and then once I've picked what happens to its victims, I'll tell ya'll and you can go from there. The other three spells I can't see Endeca having any reason to use HERE (barring a Caben-like situation happening again) and so we won't worry about them.
That clear things up a bit?
So just tell me when you're ready.
FRESHMAN YEAR
HOMER: Iliad, Odyssey
AESCHYLUS: Agamemnon, Libation Bearers, Eumenides, Prometheus Bound
SOPHOCLES: Oedipus Rex, Oedipus at Colonus, Antigone, Philoctetes, Ajax
THUCYDIDES: Peloponnesian War
EURIPIDES: Hippolytus, Bacchae
HERODOTUS: Histories
ARISTOPHANES: Clouds
PLATO: Meno, Gorgias, Republic, Apology, Crito, Phaedo, Symposium, Parmenides, Theatetus, Sophist, Timaeus, Phaedrus
ARISTOTLE: Poetics, Physics, Metaphysics, Nicomachean Ethics, On Generation and Corruption, Politics, Parts of Animals, Generation of Animals
EUCLID: Elements
LUCRETIUS: On the Nature of Things
PLUTARCH: Lycurgus, Solon
NICOMACHUS: Arithmetic
LAVOISIER: Elements of Chemistry
HARVEY: Motion of the Heart and Blood
Essays by: Archimedes, Fahrenheit, Avogadro, Dalton, Cannizzaro, Virchow, Mariotte, Driesch, Gay-Lussac, Spemann, Stears, J.J. Thompson, Mendeleyev, Berthollet, J.L. Proust
SOPHOMORE YEAR
HEBREW BIBLE
THE BIBLE: New Testament
ARISTOTLE: De Anima, On Interpretation, Prior Analytics, Categories
APOLLONIUS: Conics
VIRGIL: Aeneid
PLUTARCH: "Caesar," "Cato the Younger," "Antony," "Brutus"
EPICTETUS: Discourses, Manual
TACITUS: Annals
PTOLEMY: Almagest
PLOTINUS: The Enneads
AUGUSTINE: Confessions
MAIMONIDES: Guide for the Perplexed
ST. ANSELM: Proslogium
AQUINAS: Summa Theologica
DANTE: Divine Comedy
CHAUCER: Canterbury Tales
MACHIAVELLI: The Prince, Discourses
KEPLER: Epitome IV
RABELAIS: Gargantua and Pantagruel
PALESTRINA: Missa Papae Marcelli
MONTAIGNE: Essays
VIETE: Introduction to the Analytical Art
BACON: Novum Organum
SHAKESPEARE: Richard II, Henry IV, The Tempest, As You Like It, Hamlet, Othello, Macbeth, King Lear, and Sonnets
POEMS BY: Marvell, Donne, and other 16th- and 17th-century poets
DESCARTES: Geometry, Discourse on Method
PASCAL: Generation of Conic Sections
BACH: St. Matthew Passion, Inventions
HAYDN: Quartets
MOZART: Operas
BEETHOVEN: Third Symphony
SCHUBERT: Songs
MONTEVERDI: L'Orfeo
STRAVINSKY: Symphony of Psalms
JUNIOR YEAR
CERVANTES: Don Quixote
GALILEO: Two New Sciences
HOBBES: Leviathan
DESCARTES: Meditations, Rules for the Direction of the Mind
MILTON: Paradise Lost
LA ROCHEFOUCAULD: Maximes
LA FONTAINE: Fables
PASCAL: Pensees
HUYGENS: Treatise on Light, On the Movement of Bodies by Impact
ELIOT: Middlemarch
SPINOZA: Theological-Political Treatise
LOCKE: Second Treatise of Government
RACINE: Phaedre
NEWTON: Principia Mathematica
KEPLER: Epitome IV
LEIBNIZ: Monadology, Discourse on Metaphysics, Essay On Dynamics, Philosophical Essays, Principles of Nature and Grace
SWIFT: Gulliver's Travels
HUME: Treatise of Human Nature
ROUSSEAU: Social Contract, The Origin of Inequality
MOLIERE: Le Misanthrope
ADAM SMITH: Wealth of Nations
KANT: Critique of Pure Reason, Foundations of the Metaphysics of Morals
MOZART: Don Giovanni
JANE AUSTEN: Pride and Prejudice
DEDEKIND: "Essay on the Theory of Numbers"
"Articles of Confederation," "Declaration of Independence," "Constitution of the United States of America"
HAMILTON, JAY AND MADISON: The Federalist
TWAIN: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
WORDSWORTH: The Two Part Prelude of 1799
Essays by: Young, Taylor, Euler, D. Bernoulli, Orsted, Ampere, Faraday, Maxwell
SENIOR YEAR
Supreme Court opinions
GOETHE: Faust
DARWIN: Origin of Species
HEGEL: Phenomenology of Mind, "Logic" (from the Encyclopedia)
LOBACHEVSKY: Theory of Parallels
TOCQUEVILLE: Democracy in America
LINCOLN: Selected Speeches
FREDERICK DOUGLASS: Selected Speeches
KIERKEGAARD: Philosophical Fragments, Fear and Trembling
WAGNER: Tristan and Isolde
MARX: Capital, Political and Economic Manuscripts of 1844, The German Ideology
DOSTOEVSKI: Brothers Karamazov
TOLSTOY: War and Peace
MELVILLE: Benito Cereno
O'CONNOR: Selected Stories
WILLIAM JAMES; Psychology, Briefer Course
NIETZSCHE: Beyond Good and Evil
FREUD: Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON: Selected Writings
DUBOIS: The Souls of Black Folk
HUSSERL: Crisis of the European Sciences
HEIDEGGER: Basic Writings
EINSTEIN: Selected papers
CONRAD: Heart of Darkness
FAULKNER: Go Down Moses
FLAUBERT: Un Coeur Simple
WOOLF: Mrs. Dalloway
Poems by: Yeats, T.S. Eliot, Wallace Stevens, Valery, Rimbaud
Essays by: Faraday, J.J. Thomson, Millikan, Minkowski, Rutherford, Davisson, Schrodinger, Bohr, Maxwell, de Broigle, Heisenberg, Mendel, Boveri, Sutton, Morgan, Beadle & Tatum, Sussman, Watson & Crick, Jacob & Monod, Hardy
That's a lotta books.
If anyone has Yahoo IM, tell me and I'll give ya my screename - we can totally do a conference or something.
The entire college only has three classes. Lab, Seminar, and Not-Lab.
It's kinda unusual :D
By the way, what's the prize of the Tournament victory? Are we gonna give the winner a championship belt? :D If so, can I create it?
Also, I'm sorry to say that I need to cancel the match with Kyyt in the other thread. Sorry it never got to a start, but I really wouldn't be able to do it unless you were willing to wait 4-7 days for a reply at this rate.
Eh with the way stuff is shaping up over here I may eventually find myself in the same situation. Still any takers for that open spot?
Oh and ah this is Orshallen, the man who forgets to change his screen name.
Oh and Gideon, no complaining! I think I covered all that list up to Augustine, with the exception of Nicomachus, Lavoisier and Harvey, and most of the essays, during my freshman year. For one course. Plus there was some other stuff not on there.
College is just an excuse for booksellers to make a living.
By the way, if anyone cares, I just got a 34 on my ACT's (college entrance exams for those outside of the U.S., perfect is a 36).
Memnath...St. John's College in Annapolis. Think Liberal Arts to the extreme.
Also, anyone seen Cog yet, or is he still sick?
Just thought I'd make my presence known.
(my guess is philosophy or English. If philosophy, have you ever read Sophie's World)
Kader/Orshallen, what's your major?
EDIT: oh, and thanks for the Anger link, Sorcen. Note to self: DON'T make Gareth angry.
So, I take it you plan to major in...?
(my guess is philosophy or English. If philosophy, have you ever read Sophie's World)
Kader/Orshallen, what's your major?
I'm a classics major at Reed College, out in Portland Oregon.
@Gideon: cool! I remember looking at St John's way back during senior year of high school. Seemed like a sweet place.
EDIT: So sorry about that, I got EpicEvokerElf and LostMage mixed up.
Speaking of Edvard, GARETH, POST YOUR REPLY. NOW. IF YOU HAVE TIME TO POST HERE, YOU CAN POST A REPLY ON THE IC THREAD.
That actually felt kinda good.
"Look mommy, it's a Christmas Earth Ginormous Thingie!"
Gareth, I need a bit of WoW-->D&D conversion help for the book of mine: how would you convert the discombobulator ray? (tunrs them to a leper gnome, reducing damage, spell damage and move speed). I handled it as a weakening effect that functions in the same way as negative levels, except for it not being negative energy or lethal in any way, what do you think? Oh, and small size too.
frikin' cool!!!
...yeah, I should probably see a therapist:P
. Read up on it and tell me what you think ^ _ ^Just so it doesn't get buried in the deluge: Since ank had to pull out, I'm looking for someone to fight Orshallen in Arena 2 on the other boards. Any takers?
That is a Primal, a being who like a god, feeds on its feeling, but its not weakened by the loss of its 'followers' and feeds on all things but is limited to those from its world - I.e. A primal of Krynn cannot affect a being from Greyhawk, without in effect not being a Primal anymore.
In practical terms here, they're indestructible, immortal beings who one-on-one could likely take on and humiliate a god. They also rarely show, because of the limits on what they can face, and the fact they don't well together, which in their history is their weakness - God can and do.
Also they have cousins called Aesthetics who are slightly younger and weaker, due to being more... civilised so came in being as a secondary - Compassion, Honour, Courage, Love(I think this one's an Aesthetic).
Both are the children of Chaos, who along with Evil, Good and Order make up the four... lets say Uberprimals. As in they're like Primals, but stronger and with much less on the limits. Also they or the agents of one/all may or may not have created the lower/upper planes, to give an idea of their power.
If you need an more detailed info, either Gareth'll follow this up, or I'll be back tomorrow to fill in any blanks - I'm in a hurry.
Like Khael said, a Primal is an incarnation of a BASE emotion - not necessarily a negative one. So Happiness has a Primal, for example. On their own, a Primal is typically enough to obliterate a world. The mitigating factor is A. other Primals and B. Gods.
The Ascetics are younger and tend to lead more towards "positive" ideas - though Prejudice is definitely young enough to be an Ascetic. They're weaker because they haven't had time to truly develop.
There are four Greater Primals - Good, Evil, Law, and Chaos, who are responsible not for worlds, but for MULTIVERSES. However, even they have a definite Jurisdiction - Chaos, for example, is utterly powerless in the Far Realms, because they belong to another Chaos.
As to Love and her opposite, Hatred, they're somewhere outside of this power structure - no one, not even other Primals, quite know anything about them. All the Greater Four know is that they DID NOT create them, and it's enough to weird them out - even Chaos steps lightly near Love and her twin.
That help?
Anyway, Dragor, I end up with creepy posts 'cause I try, just think about who I play. :D One thing you don't tell me though...why do you talk like a dwarf?:P
Gareth...Gideon's got friends, but no real romantic interests at the moment.
Anyways, you must've read my post by now, vot do you think?:D
And yes, yes I did. I'm going to respond now...if I can think of something.
What Heresy Is This? You'll Kill Us All! Us Aaaalll!!!!!!
Gideon will be helping me with this. Pray. Pray for mercy.
Pray. Pray for mercy.
From Puss! In Boots!
*Sorry...I had to :D*
Looks to me like I'm only praying for Nimbrixion here.
Edit - To Sorcen's Baator, I issue this challenge; watch all videos in the following playlist at least once, and then listen to the music (ONLY the music on this list) for an hour straight. Afterward, create a character. Those who accept and create a character shall recieve a
.The List of DOOM
Oh by the way Gideon, check out my newest character on the secret site, the blood dragon. I'm rather proud of his name because its my favorite language.
EDIT: Actually I'll go ahead and post him here. He may not get any use but I like his name and hes a blood dragon.
Ansudalgilimsaa Urisudngiz-al
Ansudalgilimsaa Urisudngiz-al - Blood Dragon, Blood Magus/Battlemage.
Dal- to fly
Uri- blood
An- sky
Su, nge, me- dark
Su-d -flood
gil, gil-im -kill/murder
ngiz-al -watch
Kur- bite
Sa, sa-a -heart (suck)
Heart sucking muderer that flies in dark skies- Ansudalgilimsaa
Urisudngiz-al -watcher of the flood of blood.
Dal- to fly
Uri- blood
An- sky
Su, nge, me- dark
Su-d -flood
gil, gil-im -kill/murder
ngiz-al -watch
Kur- bite
Sa, sa-a -heart (suck)
Heart sucking muderer that flies in dark skies- Ansudalgilimsaa
Urisudngiz-al -watcher of the flood of blood.
A shimmering, multi-colored portal appears in Sorcen's Baator, and through it spills a great wave of crystal clear water. Riding on the crest of the flood is a vessel that dazzles the eye and the mind. Low and wide, it's vast pontoons rounded and jutting out at odd angles, it seems more yacht than ship, more zeppelin than boat. And yet it skims gracefully over the water, it's bright pink, blue, and green color scheme clashing with it's shining golden bulkheads and trimming. It's three masts boast impossibly thin sails, reflecting the sunlight and shimmering with a full spectrum of color, and several protrusions at the back glow with a bright, sky-blue light.
Crystal portholes glint in the hellish light of Baator as the vessel skims forward, ocean spray shooting from the bows to speckle the deck with tiny, watery prisms. And then the ship leaps from it's watery restraints in a fountain of crystal clear water, large webbed membranes unfolding from within the massive pontoons.
As the ship lifts out of the water, spreading its wings and soaring from the ocean surface, a figure is just visible standing before the wheel. Tall and thin, his coat and long hair trail in the wind as he deftly spins the great wheel, causing the vessel to dance upon the updrafts. As the ship wheels around, wings beating, the man smiles winningly, sunlight striking off his perfect teeth.
Slowly, majestically, he guides the vessel to a stop before the Judge's Stand and half-turns from the wheel to acknowledge the Hellish Lords. His shockingly white hair blows rakishly in the wind, and his lively blue eyes sparkle with untold enthusiasm. From the ruffles of his wide-sleeved shirt to the golden trim of his crimson captains coat to the polished buckles of his black leather boots, he exemplifies the image of the noble pirate captain...in fact, were it not for the rose in his teeth or the single, elbow-high red-silk glove on his left hand, he could be mistaken for a corsair in an instant.
Stepping delicately down from his vessel, the man saunters up to the registry book and reaches into his coat. Pulling out an enormous peacock feather pen, he dips it daintily into the ink and begins to write in a large, loopy script. As he finishes, he carefully wipes the pen clean, stows it away again, and, taking the rose out of his teeth, bows low, presenting it to the Queen of Hell. With that, he spins about on his polished heels and almost skips back to his ship.
Grasping the wheel, he reaches down next to him and picks up an enormous red hat, complete with a peacock feather of unimaginable size. Waving the headdress at the judges, the man pulls up on the wheel and the ship peels away from the arena, rising up and out of sight.
Sorcen picks up the ledger curiously, peering at the newest entry in an attempt to decipher it. It makes little sense, for all it says is "Alphonso the Red-Handed, Captain of the Rainbow Butterfly."
But that couldn't actually be someone's name...
...could it?
Also for my character in the tavern, he's filled with love rather than hatred... but he hates one person: Artak.
His love is friendship and love to life and the living rather than romantic love.
I really looking forward to play with you guys.
And before we get started, I'd like to apologize for my spelling and grammar, see english isn't my native language.
I were introdiced to this by Dragor_Shadowfury. I know him IRL (and no I don't know Xarallon).
My character:
Warchif
Warchif shadowsong, arachnoid shadow derro, rogue/fighter/ranger/ghostfaced killer/assassin/shadowblade/shadow caster/child of night, shadowfang (custom-made weapon for use with 6 hands, vampiric, wounding, keen, poisoned 1d10 con/1d10 con), ring of invisibility, boots of speed, shadow walker
He was born in a small tribe of derro, who lived peacefully (for derros) in the underdark. One day, when he was still only a baby, his tribe was raided by shadow humans. They took him with them home, and sold him as a slave. A family bought him from the raiders, and chose to raise him as their own. He lived his youth without much hassle. He wandered the plane of shadow, and got accustomed to its dangers. He used his talents for stealth to gain a reputation to be among the best scouts and warriors the plane had to offer. On one of his many travels he met a band of assassins. He joined them, and helped them with carrying out their missions, and in return they taught him the arts of the assassin. He left them again, and turned a freelance killer for some time. Then he tried to assassinate a powerful mage, but the mage discovered him before he could strike a lethal blow. Instead of killing him the mage used magic to enslave him. He was forced to serve the mage for long, but he did it the best he could. The mage was impressed with his eagerness to serve the mage, which was far more than the spell would cause. It was all a part of Warchif’s plan though. He would show as much eagerness to serve that the mage wouldn’t care to keep sustaining the enslaving magic. His plan succeeded, but he wanted more than freedom, he wanted revenge. So he stayed with the mage in order to gain the needed power to defeat the mage. The mage chose to train him, as he seemed to be an eager servant and apprentice. When Warchif’s training in the arts of shadow magic was done, he estimated that he was powerful enough. He attacked his master in his sleep, and managed to kill him. He then sought out in his home plane again, but things had grown rather dull there. He was so powerful nothing could challenge him. Then he heard of the battle royal at Sorcen’s baator from a priestess that he med while travelling the planes.
He was born in a small tribe of derro, who lived peacefully (for derros) in the underdark. One day, when he was still only a baby, his tribe was raided by shadow humans. They took him with them home, and sold him as a slave. A family bought him from the raiders, and chose to raise him as their own. He lived his youth without much hassle. He wandered the plane of shadow, and got accustomed to its dangers. He used his talents for stealth to gain a reputation to be among the best scouts and warriors the plane had to offer. On one of his many travels he met a band of assassins. He joined them, and helped them with carrying out their missions, and in return they taught him the arts of the assassin. He left them again, and turned a freelance killer for some time. Then he tried to assassinate a powerful mage, but the mage discovered him before he could strike a lethal blow. Instead of killing him the mage used magic to enslave him. He was forced to serve the mage for long, but he did it the best he could. The mage was impressed with his eagerness to serve the mage, which was far more than the spell would cause. It was all a part of Warchif’s plan though. He would show as much eagerness to serve that the mage wouldn’t care to keep sustaining the enslaving magic. His plan succeeded, but he wanted more than freedom, he wanted revenge. So he stayed with the mage in order to gain the needed power to defeat the mage. The mage chose to train him, as he seemed to be an eager servant and apprentice. When Warchif’s training in the arts of shadow magic was done, he estimated that he was powerful enough. He attacked his master in his sleep, and managed to kill him. He then sought out in his home plane again, but things had grown rather dull there. He was so powerful nothing could challenge him. Then he heard of the battle royal at Sorcen’s baator from a priestess that he med while travelling the planes.
Bahamut, did you catch the "no god or mortal" line? Endeca can't contain it - I severely doubt Order could contain it, for that matter. She's draining power directly from the Elemental planes.
Plus, trying to touch her or affect her right now (as in, hitting her, siphoining magic, or casting Charm Person, just for examples) would cause magical backlash of the type normally seen when you throw greater artifacts into volcanoes.
So, if you can explain how, thousands of years old or no, Edvard is capable of containing PURE, REALITY-SHATTERING CHAOS, I'll let it be. But if you can't, an edit would be appreciated.
This is what I get for stopping my post halfway through the spell...
. Glad to see dragor is recruitin' so many. Speaking of dragor, I have e post up on the loex battle. for joining up with us. I like that character, 6 arms are just fun to play. I have to admit I'm curious about the shape and look of the Shadowfang weapon. My mind shows me an image of a long staff like weapon with multiple large blades hanging off at odd angles and in every direction and smaller blades filling in the empty spaces.So which one, Tyrion or Bob? Dragon monk of shapeshifting demonic rabbit?
Hit me up with the monk, unless Khael wants in.
And yes, Arena 3.
As to love/hate: The svent-monster is currently null - A creatures whose lifespan thus far involves sitting up in an arena and going to a bar isn't going to be very polar in that respect yet.
Gabrial... If you're a huge monster who eats worlds, and he thinks follows him about, he'll be full of hatred for you.
And I'm taking up your 'challenge'...
And since Bahamut's taking the challenge, he's your opponent Orshallen.
a mantis-bear mix that can dodge just bout anything, multi personalities, has a shotgun that he wields w/ his lower set of hands, can create and control water but it turns ugly colors, name hints at bizarre, shifts between very bright colors randomly for his main personality but his lesser ones are color-coded, steals things and has an insane notion that he is searching for treasure but has to get to it before his other personalities do, plays a kazoo with one of his personalities and plays a ukulele w/ another one but with his feet, wears a sombrero.
Also I suddenly feel like i should attempt your doom, Gareth.
And the character... Isn't. yet. Or rather, its another facet to an existing but not yet revealed one. I may miss out on a cookie, but...
a mantis-bear mix that can dodge just bout anything, multi personalities, has a shotgun that he wields w/ his lower set of hands, can create and control water but it turns ugly colors, name hints at bizarre, shifts between very bright colors randomly for his main personality but his lesser ones are color-coded, steals things and has an insane notion that he is searching for treasure but has to get to it before his other personalities do, plays a kazoo with one of his personalities and plays a ukulele w/ another one but with his feet, wears a sombrero.
Whoa, what have you been watching to think that one up, Fear and Loathing?:P
Whoa, what have you been watching to think that one up, Fear and Loathing?:P
This.
Fuzzy and Twitchy-Hug? Sounds like names for Carebears to me. :P
Ziabrez
Ziabrez- Mantis-folk/bear-folk hybrid, class depends on his personality but he retains rogue class levels no matter which personality. Suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder, resulting in 4 separate personalities. Upper set of arms appear as mantis arms with fur protruding from the joints and ending in great bear claws. His lower pair of arms are nearly human-like in appearance and he is able to manipulate weapons and complex mechanisms. He wields a shotgun in the lower hands for his main personality. In his secondary personality his shotgun shifts itself into a wooden kazoo painted blue. In his tertiary personality his shifting weapon takes the form of a ukulele that this personality plays with its feet. His quandary personality triggers the weapon to turn into a shortsword for his use. His face appears more mantis-like but again has fur in the joints. He sports large compound eyes with a bear's nose under that and the mantis mandibles under that. Inside the mandibles, he has the characteristic canines and carnivorous teeth of a bear. His body is more robust than any mantis-folk but skinnier than most bear-folk. His body is both well-muscled and well-armoured. During his main persona he is a easily confused and kind. His secondary persona is utterly insane and chaotic, the tertiary persona is sly and musically inclined, and the quadrary persona is evilly barbaric and merciless. His main persona shifts colors incessantly. The secondary persona's color is red, tertiary is green, quadrary is blue. His speed is amazing in any of his personas and he is able to dodge nearly any attack thrown at him. In each of his personalities he continuously rambles of how his other personas are trying to steal a treasure from him that he hasnt found yet. In his quest to find his treasure, he constantly steals anything he can get his hands on. Upon his head sits a brightly decorated sombrero hat, of which he is very protective.
EDIT in response to Khael: Ah ok, never heard of them. Fuzzy sounds pretty cool though.
....
I'm scared now... Sorcenzilla...
For those who haven't seen it
The photo slideshow was quite nice the first time, but doesn't have the staying power I believe.
And it appears that my plan to sow chaos and insanity is working. DANCE, PUPPETS, DANCE!
:evillaugh
:bounce:
--EDIT: You know...this would make so much more sense if there weren't a page break here...
I actually hate the song for Ultimate Showdown so that just makes me mad to lsiten to it. Sorcenzilla though...hmmm...
As to the 'so high-power' no god-or mortal can match it' reemmber that god-modding thing... We only have your word on that, and the assumption Chaos is the stronger force.
And who? How about something desperate - What could Caben have to do with it after all?
AND STUCK IN MY HEAD! DAMN YOU, GARETH!
:D
To clarify that, it is now legally possible to RAW steal a spell as its being cast, more specifically summonings, but we get a bit more creative licence. If we didn't I'd be worried about you guys and your characters...
See ya...
Later Gareth. Oh and remember the arena and Baator itself would react to having chaos run rampant against its lawful nature.
But the pirate song was the best of those - WoW's 'can't touch this' is way better that that one.
1. I suspect it is a mind-controlling viral video launched by aliens from outer space (Or at least a subliminal commercial)
2. If I try to do anything that requires more speed than these boards do, my Internet connection won't let me.
1. I suspect it is a mind-controlling viral video launched by aliens from outer space (Or at least a subliminal commercial).
No! It's not true! NOT TRUE! Don't believe him!
Also, be sure to buy plenty of Xyginaian Nose Polish, manufactured for your convenience on the Planet Oogool.
But its not mind-controlling. You might wish it was afterwards, but it isn't. Unless they want me to stop the girl.... stop her now (No, I'm not going to stop inserting that subtext in, 'til this topic drops off. Next week I reckon, given only four of us have 'officially' viewed.)
And Gideon... that is a way better reaction to 1. than mine. But I'd have added "I'm Evil, and I heartily endorse this person/product/ and/or service.*Thumbs up*"
I'm CN with the Half-Bastard template :D
My alignment happens to be true neutral with tendencies for evil and chaos but sometimes law and good.
In any case, today is my birthday!
......on the lunar calendar, that is:D . (yes, my family celebrates it anyway)
That said hysgy ltddr bfhyydgy Cyg...
...
Clearly I underestimated why it's for the weak...
Oh, and happy lunar birthday, cog.
edit: yeah, I started this challenge earlier today, but then stopped right after the FF guy in the black robe started singing "I feel good", because I thought my digital ineptitude had landed me on the wrong playlist. I stand corrected. (but, can't take the challenge at the moment, I'd get funny looks from the sane people surrounding me)
And Khael got it right. SANITY...is for the WEAK!
*Endeca dances past while being chased by psuedonatural puppies and juggling a Caben action figure and a stuffed toy of Valoran*
What?
The Sitar song is actually responsible for Tyler's existence. Yes, I admitted it.
Here it is
The songs break down as follows:
My December - describes Kaylee's relationship with Tyler
Show Me Love - Kaylee's theme song
Pardon Me - Tyler's theme
Whispers in the Dark - Tyler and Inaya
Carpal Tunnel of Love - just seemed to fit, you know?
"One death is a tragedy. A million deaths are a statistic."
Edvard was alive during the time of Daelkyr, when aberrations were rampant on the world and the 'lesser' races were cowering in dark caves trying to survive. The Daelkyr and the Dhakanni hobgoblins beat each other up, until the Gatekeepers sealed the Dealkyr and their creations in Khyber and sent Xoriat hurtling off on a random orbit.
But to answer your question, Edvard is not human. He looks human, he acts human. But he is the only surviving Daelkyr that was not entrapped in Khyber or banished back to Xoriat. Xoriat is the plane of madness, of chaos. The plane of Kythri may be a roiling soup of energy and magic, but Xoriat is the true plane of chaos. Chaos is a trifling thing to Edvard. He has basked in it, lived in it, for eternity. He is a master of insanity, madness, death, undeath, and chaos. THAT is why he can harness Endeca's energy without breaking a sweat. He is on par with the Primals for pure strength.
I should also mention something. You may be asking, "How can Edvard speak of control when he's super-chaotic?" The way his classes have stacked together, he has gained a sense of order to the chaos within him. He's still fairly chaotic, but he has law to balance it out.
No worries. I SEVERELY doubt that Edvard could come CLOSE to matching an ASCETIC, let alone a Primal, but hey, I'm not about to ruin everyone's fun by testing that.
I have a reply up in the Taverne for those of you there.
Any thoughts on that playlist/quote?
DOES anyone read the Nexus besides Gideon and me? Because ya'll are more than welcome to.
I'll be the first to admit I don't really like humanity. But still...there's something about death that, while I'm not the most emotional or even the most caring person around, even I respect. There should be some feeling attached, even if it's simply a mindless sort of sorrow (I make some exceptions to this, but consider it to generally hold true).
The fact that a single death provokes such responses, but a massacre or natural disaster does not is horrible to me. Remember the tsunami a few years back? How many people died in that? A bunch. And yet...somehow 9/11 provokes much more response. I can sort of see why...other humans did do that, but still. More people suffered and died because of nature, and no one here seems to care. And New Orleans should NOT get more coverage and sympathy than the tsunami victims.
What REALLY gets me is that the really unimportant things are larger news than what matters. Anna Nicole Smith's child gets more front page time than world peace conferences, which could actually, god forbid, ACCOMPLISH SOMETHING!
But to get back on topic, whenever people die in large numbers, the human mind blocks it out. I think it's because humanity simply doesn't want to acknowledge what it should, so it replaces it with a number. Say...5,000. 5,000 people I don't know died, is the common response. 5,000 people I didn't know existed. That's why 9/11 was so effective...we saw the effects, we saw the relatives of the dead, and they were features prominently in the media. We COULDN'T block it out. But that's what the human mind does.
This is, of course, a preliminary idea session on my part, based on the last 10 minutes, and is subject to change :D
And on all your user profiles, it says you're looking at this thread, like you're waiting for me to explode or something.
Heh. I was expecting an explosion, something about how 'chaos is Endeca's domain, how dare you trespass on it' sort of thing.
As for the death subject. As cold and evil as this sounds, whenever I hear of someone's death my very first thought is "good one less human and one step closer to ...". I never know exactly what its closer to but I have suspicions. And yes I do that even when its a close friend or relative oddly enough. I do of course feel an amount of sorrow when it is someone close to me but my mind tells me that it is for the best. And no I am in no way religious. Back on topic though, Gideon is right, we view mass death as statistics due to the block it out because we dont know them personally factors.
*goes off to munch on some cake*
"Kill one man and you are a murderer.
Kill ten and you are a monster.
Kill a thousand and you are a conquerer!"
Its the fact that generally, the more people are involved are the more... lets say emotional cushioning is used up in the head.
Then theres war - When the first man dies, everyone knows, when the millionth dies, nobody cares. By then it what they're fighting for that more important. So he is a statistic, and they just hopes the end justifies the means.
Which of course is relative on what you think the end is.
Then there is the media. The fewer the people, the more effort they can put into digging up stuff solely on those people, the greater the number the more digging, and they only have so much space/time so they only use numbers and a few notables.
Doesn't this make you glad to feel human...
And aye, using the ultimate guerilla fighters is fun... (My petname for Zerg pre-mutalisk evolution.)
Also, I'm more of a firebat and hydralisk fan, myself
....but yeah, that has got to be the most depressing quote I've heard in a while.
In all seriousness, it works, since that marine attack at range will destroy the zerglings, but when they a building to attack - they don't respond as a group unless the zerglings get in front of the lot of them.
Comically though, you can usually beat a computer player like that if you just get long range and camp the resources. They run down, and then shut down until you go wipe the buildings. I can't remember how many tmies I've seen a cpu terran player go though three armies or so of dead marines/firebats, only to run out of minerals before they can start ordering up the air attack options and siege tanks.
In that though, thoguh hydralisks are good, I usually find them too slow and expensive for what they end up doing - base defense. By the time a good groups gotten to combat range, I've got mutalisks. Mutalisks and later the far more fun guardians, siege tanks of the sky.
But don't expect the above to be as viable in PvP if you go online.
Cog, did you notice you snatched up post numder 3333?
Also - "The difference between a terrorist and a freedom fighter is that the freedom fighter won their war."
After reading the Book of Exalted Deeds and finding out that even Exalted Good doesn't have to be nice or polite, his idea was for a reformed villan who became exalted but still acted a bit villan-y. This montage was the result -
Reformed villan: "I punch the peasant in the face for 10,000....nonlethal."
EXALTED CHARACTER!
Reformed villan: "Eat this, b*tch!" (said while holding up a greater artifact to an archfiend, who, indeed, needs to eat it in order to destroy it)
EXALTED CHARACTER!
Party Paladin: "I'm going to read your mind." (Player: What is your character thinking about?)
Reformed Villan's Player: Your paladin naked.
EXALTED CHARACTER!
Ok heres the results on Dia Duit vs Elise: Dia Duit has won the match but Ank has won the roleplaying part of it. So the theory is correct, a little girl can win here with the proper application of roleplaying.
I have been gone so long, I just jumped in to catch the most recent page of gibberish, and this is what I find. I have mearly one word on the subject:
WOOHOO!!!
There, glad thats out of the way :D Incidentally, does that put Elise at a free ride home, or stuck in the bottomless pit of Baator for all of eternity
*grabs huge backpack full of stuff, trombone, and hops into car to speed away*
The avalache thing is from the BOVD. But I do think... yer'know punching a peasant so hard he flies out of his boots is a little evil...
And enjoy yourself Bahamut...
And I wanna see what happens in IC1 - Its still your move Gareth. Or has the idea of something potentially hijacking Endeca's spell frightened you off?
. Anyways, got a birthday party here(waited for the weekend), 6 friends coming over to stay for the night:D.
As for the statistic: Yeah. I think that when one person dies, as stated above (I think), there is a greater sense of loss. You knew him or her. Whether famous or family, you knew that one person. When people die in a mass, it is indeed a tragedy. But it isn't viewed that way: it is an empty number. One thousand faceless, nameless men and women that you will never meet, but probably would never have met anyway.
And you mean to tell me an entire village all rolled 'get sucked into nether world'? (Which if memory serves was basically what happened last time I saw that spell effect).
And this is bugging me... If your opponent is a being who hails from a Chaos plane, is giving him his homefield really wise? I may have that last bit wrong though about Xoriat, I know nothing of Ebberon beyond Warforged.
Bringing you obvious statements since...uh...well, a long time I'm sure.
And Endeca benefits from the enhanced chaos too. No, it probably isn't the best idea, but I'm playing as Endeca, not me, and that's what she'd do given the situation.
And how much power IS being siphoned? How far is it going to go now?
As to power, I'm going for 'enough to stop the spell from affecting outside the arena combat zone'. As to what the thing in question would want, I think we can all safety guess, all of it, and your little dog too.
I only added the continual drain text, because I'm well aware a short-burst drain does little to stop a flood, no matter how much the burst does remove.
And yes, its Russian. Babelfished Russia (This plus the fact I translated it to english, to french, to greek etc. a couple of times, means it should be near incomprehensible. Were it not for the shortness.) But that only happened because well...
How does something from elsewhere know common or infernal? And if it does, who says its your common?
And since I was a little sketchy on the location of the thing that dropped, assume as you will. I'm not exactly worried about it being exploded or similar, but I will resist any tries to toss it into the far realms... as you do.
And reply up, folks.
Assuming I get another 9 posts, there will be 9 additional effects as Chaos Dimension continues, until reality takes back the area Endeca broke.
Well, I'm guessing theres not going to be an effect with such... collateral to be coming this fight, from your end, right?
And new avi!
And I see, its the latest Braids isn't it? Personally I felt the old Braids was so much better in the art.
:D
Anyway, sorry for my lack or presence on the boards this weekend...this is a REALLY busy weekend, and I have no idea how much or how little I'll be on.
Apologies to all present :D
sorry for my absence lately school is done and Ive started a job, yay, so yeah my posts will be few and far between for the summer.
*has nerdgasm and passes out*
Have you SEEN the stuff for this? AND THE PREVIEW DEMO? OH. MY. GOD! THE PROTOSS HAVE BLACK HOLES! BLACK HOLES!
I don't care what you say, what god you believe in, who your parents are and how big your family is, you must by this game, and we shall form a cult around it, and it shall be good.
*has another nerdgasm, passes out for real*
The cracks and fissures in reality reach even towards the judge's stand, stopping abrubtly before the space near Sorcen and his bride can be enveloped in the shifting unvoid of the Chaos Dimension. But the judges don't hear the fight any longer - instead, angry, arguing voices force themselves to be carried on the air, clashing with each other and raging at anything around them.
"Damn you Saylin, and damn the Order too! I'm done with your prophecies and your plans, and I'm done being your attack dog!"
"Jayla, please, listen, the Order needs you. You have an incredible -"
"Gift? You always tell me I have a "gift", Saylin, and damn you for it too! I'm the Order's murderer, wrapped up like a savior so it won't make me feel bad. I can feel their pain, Saylin, and I won't do it anymore! Damn your prophecy, damn your Order and damn you to hell!"
Echoing footsteps, angry and swift, drift through the air as though from far, far away, boots on steel. Desperate footfalls follow them, chasing them and pleading.
"Jayla, please, don't do this! You don't know what that thing is or where it leads, and -"
"Anything is better than here. Go to hell."
The void flashes, color after color staining the air and fading away like slowly draining water. The air in front of the judge's stand tenses, as though anticipating impact, and a figure steps out from the not-void, literally exuding anger and desperation into the minds of those around her. Unidentified leather forms her clothing underneath a gray cloak of some kind of advanced, stiffened fiber. As the light show ends, she throws her hood back, hand on the handle of a coiled whip of steel and wire and electronics.
She is a wonder of technology and a marvel of slender beauty. Silky violet hair is carefully pulled back into a ponytail, with two locks gently framing her face in crescent curves. Brilliant violet eyes stare at Sorcen and Aya, seeing and penetrating. Slender, gentle curves under the leather draw attention without overexaggerating, and at her belt strange things of steel and glass ride on a belt that should not be possible.
Carefully, the whip is drawn an uncoiled to its fourteen meter length, resting against the ground, as the psychic looks at Sorcen and Aya grimly.
"Where am I," she begins authoritatively, "And speak quickly."
Jayla Kelvis, Gray Warrior
Jayla Kelvis hails from the Star Wars universe, and has been brought to Sorcen's by Endeca's Chaos Dimension.
Jayla is - or rather, was - a member of the Gray Order, a society of Force-users dedicated to upholding the Balance of the Force above and beyond the Jedi. She was born with a singular gift - Jayla can feel the feelings of other, hear their thoughts in her head through the Force. She was expected to become a Seer - one of the leaders and prophets of the Order.
The Order was not expecting that Jayla simply could not connect to the past or future. She was bound so strongly to the present that the Force could not allow her to reach into other times. But a Seer prophesized that she would be the salvation of the Order, and so they trained her as a Warrior - one of the bodyguards of the Seers, the Order's eyes, ears, hands, and knife in the dark.
She absolutely hated it. She could feel her victim's fear, their pain, their agony. Her master, the Seer Saylin, tried to be understanding, but Jayla pushed her away in anger, blaming Saylin and the Order for her woes. And yet, she could not make herself leave - to do so would disgrace the noble sacrifice of all Warriors who came before her.
It came to a head on Tatooine.
Saylin and Jayla were sent to retrieve a rogue Jedi and hide him from the Empire. They contacted the Jedi and went to his dwelling.
The Empire got there shortly after.
What followed would be forever etched in history as the single-greatest slaughter ever commited by a single being under their own power. In order to cover their escape, Jayla butchered over two thousand stormtroopers, thugs, bounty hunters, jedi-slayers, and imperial officers, and carved a path through Mos Eisley lined with the bodies of the dead and the debris of the buildings her lightwhip cleaved through.
She felt each and every death as it happened.
En route back to the Order base, Jayla confronted Saylin, filled with guilt and anger. When the portal opened up in their ship from the Chaos Dimension, she took it rather than continue being the Order's butcher.
Possesions: Lightwhip (14 meters long), Bantha Leather Vest, Gray Cloak (fire resistant), Grapple Spike Launcher (100 meters liquid cable), datapad, Happy Surprise Holdout Blaster.
Jayla is - or rather, was - a member of the Gray Order, a society of Force-users dedicated to upholding the Balance of the Force above and beyond the Jedi. She was born with a singular gift - Jayla can feel the feelings of other, hear their thoughts in her head through the Force. She was expected to become a Seer - one of the leaders and prophets of the Order.
The Order was not expecting that Jayla simply could not connect to the past or future. She was bound so strongly to the present that the Force could not allow her to reach into other times. But a Seer prophesized that she would be the salvation of the Order, and so they trained her as a Warrior - one of the bodyguards of the Seers, the Order's eyes, ears, hands, and knife in the dark.
She absolutely hated it. She could feel her victim's fear, their pain, their agony. Her master, the Seer Saylin, tried to be understanding, but Jayla pushed her away in anger, blaming Saylin and the Order for her woes. And yet, she could not make herself leave - to do so would disgrace the noble sacrifice of all Warriors who came before her.
It came to a head on Tatooine.
Saylin and Jayla were sent to retrieve a rogue Jedi and hide him from the Empire. They contacted the Jedi and went to his dwelling.
The Empire got there shortly after.
What followed would be forever etched in history as the single-greatest slaughter ever commited by a single being under their own power. In order to cover their escape, Jayla butchered over two thousand stormtroopers, thugs, bounty hunters, jedi-slayers, and imperial officers, and carved a path through Mos Eisley lined with the bodies of the dead and the debris of the buildings her lightwhip cleaved through.
She felt each and every death as it happened.
En route back to the Order base, Jayla confronted Saylin, filled with guilt and anger. When the portal opened up in their ship from the Chaos Dimension, she took it rather than continue being the Order's butcher.
Possesions: Lightwhip (14 meters long), Bantha Leather Vest, Gray Cloak (fire resistant), Grapple Spike Launcher (100 meters liquid cable), datapad, Happy Surprise Holdout Blaster.
Wait. They are coming out with a Starcraft two!? And the Protoss have Black Holes!? HOLY
I have six simple questions, asked really, really fast
whowhatwhenwherewhyhow!!!!!?????
With an emphasis on the when please.
Have fun, now read the new char :P
Now:
MUST...SEE...TRAILER!
And ssince no-doubt you will likely assk either of the questions 'What?' or 'Why do I sstill live?', thiss iss the Arena. The Arena of Hell, where thosse whose worth or pleasure is battle come to pit their bladess, power and willss against one another for the pleasssure of the denizenss and lordss who dwell here.
Now, have you come here to fight or to be desstroyed? The line iss very thin, but the two ssidess very different, and sso iss the paperwork involved"
"What the hell was THAT?"
We may end up coming up with a few issues - namely, D&D doesn't have anything to deal with the Force. So her mindreading would, in crunchy terms, have no counter. We gotta find some fluff for this shizz, 'cause I'm certain people don't want their heads being pried into CONSTANTLY.
OOC: Except I'd expect in crunch, we'd call the force psionics. Mind blank, shielded mind abilities, and the like sound like they'd block it.(Using we, in that I'm not a star-wars player, so I speak entirely from the D&D camp)
Then of course at least half the guys here, you don't really want to mind-read, for the viewer's own safety (at a short listing off the top of my head Caben, Endeca, Tyler, The nine, Edvard, Sevifor, any of the fiends, Tyrion, Valoran, not to mention any of the judges, will likely either be somewhat insanity inspiring if not fatal. Before you throw in the fact this is hell.).
And its a God-cast hold effect if you hadn't guessed.
And where the frigg is the black hole stuff? It's not the gate, I know, and I can't find anything else that comes close.
Now we can buy it with our social security checks...:D
Here's hoping they don't pull a "Starcraft: Ghost" on us, cause this looks FREAKIN' AWESOME.
And apparently we have a lot of players here...Sorcen's Baator Clan! :P
And yes, psionics works.
Finally, JaYla))
Jayla is held firm, and the roiling emotions she was broadcasting turn to sheer backsliding fear that radiates from the psychic in waves.
"Y-y-y-y-yes."
And we're geeks, Starcraft is like... strategy god or something. Look at Korea.
And...I just realized, what happens when Gideon's namesake character starts BUILDING STAR WARS TECH AND ADDING MAGIC?
*nerdgasm*
And ssince no-doubt you will likely assk the question 'Why do I sstill live?', thiss iss the Arena. The Arena of Hell, where thosse whose worth or pleasure is battle come to pit their bladess, power and willss against one another, ssome for their own pleassure, ssome to hone their sskill, and otherss ssolely for the pleasssure of the denizenss and lordss who dwell here. You may be the latter.
Now, have you come to fight, or to suffer the pleasure of the massterss? If the former, you may find it in your favour to apologise for breaking my masster'ss toy. The latter... Pressumedly your own imagination can work out..."
OOC: So? We have techomancy.
And I don't have the 2 hours needed to watch all the live demo. As it is, I'm seeing the latest Tiberium C&C is on rerun (Or for anyelse, the latest in the Tiberium wars arc of C&C has been said to be pretty much an out-of-the-mould C&C game, brought only for Kane's newest plan.
From the 12 minutes of demo I did see, the same is true of SC2, but we don't get Kane.)
Aye, for a nerd, I'm a cynical cranky bugger...
Jayla's emotions turn from fear to panic, and the young woman struggles to move, muscles straining against the spell. Eventually, she gives the effort up as futile, sweat beading down her face.
"I-I'll fight. I'm sorry. It...disturbed me. If I may be so bold as to ask, what manner of aliens inhabit this planet?"
At Jayla's words, the invisilbe grip breks releasing her, as the herald steps closer rising a large ledger in its hands,"Then ssimply ssign your name here and take your walk of the arena ssite. And we live not on a planet. This iss Hell, the endlessss land of the evil, and you are the alien pressence.
Ass to the dwellerss, billionss of the devilkindred resside here, for thiss iss their home ass they make unceassing war on demonkind, while other beingss, god, mortal and wyrm alsso resside on the firsst and ssecond layerss. And then there is here, ninth and deepesst where none but devils lie ssave in this place, where all thingss can be found, god along mortal, good along evil, chaos along order, living along dead. You may even find ssomeone to explain thingss to you at the tavern, where warriorss tend to go when not engaged in battle. Undersstood?"
Septimus would probably be protected. If she tried to gaze into his mind, she'd only see Septimus shouting a wish to a genie as tall as a mountain, followed by the genie answering in a booming voice and departing.
I think it's pretty obvious what Septimus wished for.
"I'll have to ask someone else about this place, because your terminology isn't quite getting through. Now, what the hell is this and how do I sign it without a fingerprint scanner or a keyboard?"
You take thiss item, called a pen, and write your name with it upon the ledger, using the ssigilss that make up the basis of what we term the 'written word', which of a form of item catagorised as 'book'. Intelligent beingss write in them, and later read though them."
"Upon the page preferably."
Jayla holds up and then activates her datapad, symbols in Basic scrolling up the screen as her fingers manipulate the small keyboard.
"That 'book' thing looks clunky and fragile. Why don't you computerize it? Here, lemme try something."
She inputs a few commands and the datapad prints a tiny sheet of paper with a name - Jayla Kelvis - which she hands to the herald.
"There we go."
But thiss copy will ssuffice. At pressent the arena groundss open to normal competitorss conssisstss primarily of the taverne, a practice ssite, and the arena itsself, which we look out upon from here, the throne ssite of the three judgess. Again, the taverne sshould provide you with the best place to aquaint yourself with the locale." At this the herald steps back, as though half expectant for her to leave, or to ask more of it.
STARCRAFT 2!!!
...
And apparently we have a lot of players here...Sorcen's Baator Clan! :P
My life for Baator
I'll join the moment I get Starcraft 2.
Anyway, in the meanwhile is was victim of a surprise (trust me, its rare):
I'm gonna be a big brother around christmas.
Backing away slowly, Jayla coils the whip around her waist and leaves, walking to the Taverne.
Anyway, in the meanwhile is was victim of a surprise (trust me, its rare):
Well, minotaurs has only int of 7, they are not easily surpriced...:D (tried to resist, but fail my ref save (Dexterous Will))
I'm gonna be a big brother around christmas.
You ARE a big brother, remember...
I quess you meant your family is expanding by adding another baby...
Besides you (those ref saves are tough today)
Well, minotaurs has only int of 7, they are not easily surpriced...:D (tried to resist, but fail my ref save (Dexterous Will))
You ARE a big brother, remember...
I quess you meant your family is expanding by adding another baby...
Besides you (those ref saves are tough today)
You failed your ref saves... with a dex of (skipped due to the fact that the systam would crash due to numerical overload)...
And yes i forgot to ad "(again)" to my earlier statement... but its rather surprising i tell you that.
You failed your ref saves... with a dex of (skipped due to the fact that the systam would crash due to numerical overload)...
:D
:D And yes i forgot to ad "(again)" to my earlier statement... but its rather surprising i tell you that.
While you are surpriced I'll tell you the god things of a babysibling having birthday around christmas:
ONE
And congratulation...
To Septimus: I believe they are formally known as "Clans" :D
Hence I've got mine on the Big list: Starcraft (unadd-on packed) warcraft 3 (Again minus add-on), and UT/UT 2003. So I wait til games I've got get boring, or games I want get cheap... Means if anyone else is still on-line it must be good.
*Nuclear Launch detected*
Gideon: "Oh shiznit."
Universal News Network: "The nuclear attack at the battle of Jason Orbital Station crashed the orbital station into a city, killing millions. In unrelated news, Walmart has purchased huge streatches of land in the vicinity of the city of Saint Helena. Families have made an outraged cry, demanding to bury their dead....."
1) Starcraft (both versions)
2) Warcraft III (both versions, currently stuck on Frozen Throne)
3) Diablo II (original)
I'd love to play starcraft with you guys sometime, as im actually one of the best at it (or I was sometime 9 months ago......i'd need to hone my skills back up to snuff). As for warcraft III...I do really well with some custom games, but can't beat a human to save my life in real combat. Diablo II, Highest char. is a lvl 49 sorc.
Continuing our live coverage of the nuclear strike, it would seems that the military foolishy tried to deploy several dropships, science vessels, and the best of out battecruisers in an attempt to intercept said missle, thus leaving us totally defenseless. I know the news is suppose to be impartial, but this reporter says 'WHAT THE **** WERE YOU THINKING!?
To the list of games, heres mine:
1. Umm does a learning Magic disc that came with the starter pack for 7th edition that I got curious about count towards this.
2.
3.
I'm not much on games in any sense so I dont have or play any really. I'm a packrat so I have some games that I swiped from my brothers before they threw them away but those are for playstation and a few for PS2 but I never play any of them and I dont play the Magic disc either (If I get that bored then I just break out my cards and battle myself. I usually win.).
It'd be fun to play Starcraft with you guys - I have Brood War though. Still, BW is pretty cheap nowadays.
*Nuclear Launch detected*
Gideon: "Oh shiznit."
Brood War? Awesome! :D
As for nuclear launch...I play Zerg mostly. If you can get that ghost safely through the overlord patrol, you're welcome to it. Course, I haven't played in about...oh...15 months, so I'm liable to suck like a black hole.
"This is the UNN with another update on the Jacobs Station tragedy. According to early preliminary reports, an unknown force or forces was responsible for the attack on the Jacobs station. Suspicion runs that the same group was responsible for yesterday's decimation in the nuclear attack on Braxus. Ten thousand were killed in the initial blast..."
Well, against Zerg I typically advance behind a screen of marines and siege tanks - while you're distracted with them, the nukes go off and the fun really starts.
Zerglings! Unburrow! Gaurdians advance! Release the Lurkers!
And the Nexus reply will be up soon.
Ally: Gideon. Enter: Arbitors. Zerglings: Unburrow. Advance. :D
If we don't find a way to end, we will be doing this for pages to come. Then again, you guys made me read through 10 pages to catch perhaps I should spur this convesation a little more and...
It's hit and miss, depending on the size of the army and the micro-ing skill of each player, but Guardians, Scourge, and Lurkers could punch through such a line.
Guardians hit the Goliaths from afar, drawing them outside the siege tank range, where the lurkers wait. Scourge take out the science vessels, and then the lurks move up. It's hit or miss, but Zerg can afford a war of attrition.
Plus, I'll just Plague the area and then attack :D
As I said though...it could go either way.
*scratches head a few times, and finally gets an idea*
Well, you can take your pick Gareth: Stasis field or Lockdown. If all else fails, enter the principal of assured mutual destruction.
NUCLEA-NUCLEA-NUCLEAR LAUNCH DETECTED
"In a shocking revelation, Walmart has openly admitted to the recent barrage of nuclear attacks that have crippled entire planets and brought the Terran Empire to its knees. Arcturus Mengsk had this to say.
"We're boned. We totally surrender."
Freedom and hope are at all-time lows, but here are a few tips to help you survivie in the vicious new society to come..."
Yes, when I play online, I am Walmart. Fear me.
I was playing online with a friend against some random people, and I was Terran. Due to a high-resource map, I had...oh...about 10 Nuclear Silos fully loaded...and then the one remaining enemy attacked.
I had about 5 marines and 12 ghosts at that point, since we had just attacked. I was screwed. So I sent 10 ghosts into his base and targetted 10 nuclear strikes.
I was wiped off the map...but before I left, I got a single, short message. It said, quite simply: "Oh sh*t."
Apparently, according to my friend, we won :D
It's finnally happened. Hehehe...walmart is in control. I knew it would come. McDonalds has fed us junk for years injected with destructive toxins. That's why Walmart has so many McDonalds in their stores... so that when the time comes, it may steal our souls with ease...hehehehe...
Oh! Best Starcraft story ever!
I was playing online with a friend against some random people, and I was Terran. Due to a high-resource map, I had...oh...about 10 Nuclear Silos fully loaded...and then the one remaining enemy attacked.
I had about 5 marines and 12 ghosts at that point, since we had just attacked. I was screwed. So I sent 10 ghosts into his base and targetted 10 nuclear strikes.
I was wiped off the map...but before I left, I got a single, short message. It said, quite simply: "Oh sh*t."
Apparently, according to my friend, we won :D
Reminds me of a story my friend told me. He was playing a zerg force as I remember it, and he had just ammassed a huge army (as the zerg are prone to do) and was marching it to the only other player's base. His thoughts were something along the lines of "this ought to be easy" because there were absolutely NO defenses. So he walk right in AND......the siege tanks unburrow.
AND......the siege tanks unburrow.
Gah?
What?
Explain.
Hacker.
Which reminds me of yet another hacker story. Same friend was playing a game of starcraft, and getting his bum kicked from one side of the field to the other. So he sends a short message to his friends saying something along the line of "well, im about to die a humiliating death." His friend told him "hold on a sec." A little while later he gets a message saying "ok, go the upper-right hand corner of the screen, and press F-5. He does, and twelve nukes appear out of nowhere. Great game that was. Hacking may be illegal, immoral, terrible, etc., but it sure makes some funny stories.
And yes, I did a little happy dance when I heard about SC2:D.
Anyway, I'm joining the rest of you on battle net, for what will most likely be your lamest player (still crawling through terran campaign, I officially loathe "survive for x minutes" ), so feel free to show me the door if need be.
Funny, really. It was announced 3 days after I came back to SC, almost like I reminded them it existed:P.
Well, they did say "hell, it's about time". Atleast they admit it.
and we had a know it all spoiled kid in the patrol:headexplo and he was such a , well shouldnt be troubling you all so probably this month >_>. Do any of yo play diablo...? if not I can still message you cause ol bnet :DS========================D
holy bolt spam-->knockback-->damage--->eventual victory
yeah, cheesy, but the alternative is a fast vampiric knockback weapon, and that isn't pretty.
The trip was awesome! The North Thurston Marching Band marched in the Lilac Parade in Spokane, and we got the crowd cheering and screaming and really worked up! They really loved the song "Rumpshaker" (stupid, I know), where most of the song is spent running around party-boying other band members and running randomly through the streets dancing and singing. It was awesome! My voice is hoarse from singing so loudly.
We also went to Silverwood Theme Park in Idaho, which was great too. My friends got awesome pictures of themselves on the roller coaster "Tremors"; those pictures are priceless. We stayed up til 3 AM playing football last night, our bodies running entirely on the Monsters we had drunk earlier. Ah, marching band....
So anyway, I had a kickass good time.
.And by the way gid, you finally have a reply up in IC2, sorry bout the wait.
warcraft 3 (and expansion)
C&C generals (and expansion)
UT 2004
F.E.A.R.
CS 1,6
LOTR battle for middle earth (ain't got the expansion)
NWN 2
Photobucket.com is what I use Larz. You'll have to make an account for yourself on there and then its pretty easy and self-explanatory of how to upload pics.
Thanks, Sorcen. I'll get to it tomorrow.
Between this and the Nexus reply I'm working on...I'm pretty sure I write to much sometimes :D
Khael - I have your reply up in the Taverne
All I have is this warcraft 3 one: I was alliance, opponent undead, some way in, he attacked with ice wyrms, level 10 dreadlord, the works, slowly destroying every defense, my primary base et all, sending messages about how it was obvious I had lost, should give up that crap. Then he reached the last outpost. Which I had spent every Gp on rearming with peasants and towers.
I don't know what his face looked like, but I would have paid to see it as his entire force, plus lvl10 hero was obliterated by militia and towers, before he conceded...
And on other game, yes, I have Diablo 2 (plus LoD) and Diablo (again unadded). And I expect over a few weeks, I'll pick up frozen throne, brood war, UT 2004, and halo:combat evolved (maybe - the UT's have given me years of fragging, so I'm unsure there. Any pros/cons ye all know of?)
And Khael...UT? Amazing game. And...entering Story mode...
Back when my friend still had that game, I was over at his house for a sleep-over party style thing after an evening of gaming. And, as many of you know, I have insomnia.
So at about...oh...1ish, I decided to go on UT online and fool around a bit. And I found a game that was apparently a gigantic CTF on that one level with two towers on either side of an asteroid.
So I was really bored, and I picked up a sniper and stood on the sniper ammo respawn spot. And sniped.
After about...oh...4 hours of this, I got so good at it that if the enemy even showed their heads, I'd hit them with a Headshot from across the map.
Cost: 7 hours of game play, 15 deaths, tons of sniper ammo.
40 minutes of them not being able to get more than half-way across the map?
Priceless :D
But my favourite map there is definately morpheous, the three tower block map, where I can just spend the game leaping from tower to tower, launching off missile by the 'load. Or for game type: assault (My personal favourite in a game is one where you literally just sit back and scythe down legions of opponents, and assault provides. I've even tried to make SC maps to give that effect - set so 7 zerg computers vs terran player, and the zerg don't get flyers, giving pure groundbourne bloodfest.).
(For the Nexus, I mean)
As usual, you throw me the opposite of what I expect. I expected either an angry Kaylee or a suicidal one, since the one person who's been standing beside her just basically ripped her apart.
Shows what I know about her personality, doesn't it :D
Anyway...before I respond, check you PM's, will you?
AS to what I think though... Care to detail it out some more? I'm wary of the line 'drains the world'.
And as to Coin's finding Kaylee...that's your perogotive. He's walking up the riverbank as we speak (well, type...but you understand, right? :D)
But this does sound similar to an idea I had for a flamboyant sorcerer who used mainly the Prismatic set of spells, so perhaps that's what you could use as inspiration. Some of those effects are NASTY.
As for how it works... Positive energy overload. Or IotSFV prismatic attack.
The only problem is, any more inventive attack (The cell attack, or the positive energy) is likely to be near useless - It'd be either instant death or nearly fatal to a normal character, and the problem is with colour draining is that in effect theres no real way to use it. In time you run out of 'fuel'.
However one trick might be someone who can use colour to replicate prismatic effects, like throwing red cloth about to create a wall of flame.
I don't think color and physical body processes should be put together...it's a stretch, at best.
Also, on another note...to ask Gareth's earlier question again...
Does anyone actually READ the adventure threads/battle threads/Nexus that they're not in? I'm just wondering how much of this stuff is glossed over...
And actually, yes, I do read pretty much everything here except for the 2-3 MMORPG things. So all the arena-off shoots in other words.
But we do seem to hint at the most pressing posts don't we? Or certain people do anyway.
Oh wait...we did that already...it was great :P
Also, the anti-color concept has been done several times. If you have a really good spin on it, though, I say go for it.
.And on other game, yes, I have Diablo 2 (plus LoD) and Diablo (again unadded). And I expect over a few weeks, I'll pick up frozen throne, brood war, UT 2004, and halo:combat evolved (maybe - the UT's have given me years of fragging, so I'm unsure there. Any pros/cons ye all know of?)
If you play online computer games, you MUST get Halo CE. In my view, it's an essential game to have for anyone who owns a computer. Pros: IT'S HALO! Weapons and maps not included in the Xbox game (go flamethrower!), usually 400+ servers to choose from at any one time. Cons: The people that still play will pwn you. Expect lots of "N00B!!" when you first start out... And the sniper rifle is way overpowered. Heh.
Now, on the flip side, I'm never played Starcraft. You all sound like giddy schoolgirls when you speak of it... It's quite funny.
Another fun game to get is Age of Empires 3. Cannons away! *boom boom blood spatters everywhere*
It's strange, but that's how my cousin used to describe how he felt when he got a really awesome new game.
That should explain somewhat why we're so "giddy-schoolgirlish."
And Nexus reply up. I have very little time tonight...
The little time, not so nice.
Still, your response is up.
Is this normal? Am I imagining things? Or is this a poor excuse for a post :P
. And by giddy, do you mean gideon fans?:PFor the record, I first played starcraft when it was released...I was 6 at the time, IIRC. WC2 at age 4, and diablo was my 5th birthday present.
Yeah, I'm a mess...
and C&T, I started playing computer almost before i could walk...
I think the DnD curse is upon me.
It's not a curse, it is a blessing
It's not a curse, it is a blessing
i think he mean that he's cursed so that every game he's in break down...
But you're right D&D itself is no curse... its an unholy blessing.
And as Gideon says, It's one of the most anticipated games ever. Not to mention as a Blizzard game, it comes with auto geek-cred (Seriously, think about it, not many companies known for so many famous games spanning so many genres).
Now if we can just break in Blizzard to make sure they don't try and force us onto Vista... (No, nothing against Vista actually, its just if its a Vista game, it physically can't run on another system - Vista is getting too many new drivers, and those games will therefore want graphics other system can't provide...)
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Plus, there's just something about the Halo sniper rifle that makes me smile...
Now if we can just break in Blizzard to make sure they don't try and force us onto Vista... (No, nothing against Vista actually, its just if its a Vista game, it physically can't run on another system - Vista is getting too many new drivers, and those games will therefore want graphics other system can't provide...)
StarCraft II will be fully compatible with Windows Vista, as well as XP. We'll have more details on system requirements closer to release.
Hopefully that means no.
Oh, wait, CoC. Curses.
But you are now officially in the ranks of traitors to all gamingdom and to nerdiness in general with your blasphemous, Mac-using ways.
Giddy schoolgirls? From the guy who declares 'It's HALO'? as a pro... (I just wondered at the slight irony)
Heh. As you probably would have guessed, I am obsessed with Halo. Have you seen the demo for Halo 3? OH. MY. GOD.
Plus, there's just something about the Halo sniper rifle that makes me smile...
Like when people go "OH SH*T!!" as your bullets zip by them, or when you head shot someone and they go "D*mn..." or "WTF??"? Or both. :D
Heh. As you probably would have guessed, I am obsessed with Halo. Have you seen the demo for Halo 3? OH. MY. GOD.
Damn right. Looks F-ing AWESOME. Except the Spartan Laser and the missile pod...I'm not the biggest fans of those.
But wielding TURRETS? The Brute SMG things? Oh man...:D
I never use a shotgun because the sniper rifle is just as good in close :D
No - something about trying to use it in a knife-fight on Blood Gulch (I play PC Halo) and missing the guy, only to hear, "What the hell, who sniped me?" from across the map, since I just accidentally headshotted his teammate.
Funny...this exact thing happened to me (I was the sniper, not the victim, so no, you didn't shoot me :D). What are the chances?
INFIDEL! I WILL BURN YOUR MAC AND -
Oh, wait, CoC. Curses.
But you are now officially in the ranks of traitors to all gamingdom and to nerdiness in general with your blasphemous, Mac-using ways.
MACs have their uses too, but for gaming go PC.
Thanks
Also...any time for our little battle? :D
.And yes, Wresh is this close to getting really, really angry. As in, frothing-at-the-mouth-I'll-rip-out-your-spleen kind of angry.
I'll have to wait until after school to post...but tell me something...have you been playing as many mindgames with me as I have with you?
By the by, does any of the stuff he says make any sense?
have you posted a reply in our battle C&T?
BTW, I finished the engineering book for my dad's birthday, wooooooooooooooo!!(complete with cover art:D) I can post it on the equipment&combat boards for D&D if you like, and chuck a link over here.
Finally, my favorite LG quote: WSYK (translation: What Say You, Knave?)
And on SC2 news, anyone else hear how nuke-strikes are getting a full on targeting icon - no more red pinpoints for them.
To answer Cog's question - this is my fav so far. I actually look a bit like it...
MACs have their uses too
Yeah, like a baseball bat
What? Sending children back in time destroyed someone's sanity? I've had (technically) Septimus's apprentice from a year hence on these boards for at least two weeks!
And I have only one joke to add on the Mac/PC debate: There are thousands of viruses for PCs, few for Macs. Given both have internet, what does this say about what hackers (and technically therefore, the System) think of Macs, eh?
To answer Cog's question - this is my fav so far. I actually look a bit like it...
Cool, without the goggles, I take it?
Just a wild guess though (and probably off by a mile), black hair?
Gid and khael: do you too look like your avatars too?:P
And, if I remember Gareth's future self post...her hair is blond, unless she plans on dyeing it in the future.
(I'll reply to that in about 11 hours from now, or more, got a lot to post when I come back from plantin some ricefields.)
Edit: not what I expected at all. What future self post though?
As to the post...I'm not going back through 117 pages to find it, but someone...Lostmage, perhaps?...asked us to describe ourselves in the future. And Gareth whipped up a little story. In it, she had blond hair, unless I recall incorrectly (which is entirely possible. Even I make mistakes.)
Not often, of course :P
And yeah, I thoguht the future 'vision' said blonde. So i'm going with the freaky eyes (Sorry Gareth, but you did claim some visual similarity).
But I don't look like my avatar... I wouldn't mind, but I don't. The closest kinship I could possibly say I have with it is this: It's a red dragon, a breed known for being tightfisted, generally mean-spirited vicious pieces of work. Compared to other dragons I mean.
And what am I known for being... :p
What am I known for being as... :p
Worse?:D
...you do not want that guy angry at you.
Really? I was under the impression that that's exactly what Dorian wanted. Ever try to focus on something demanding and be insanely angry at someone at the same time?
It's not possible. Annoyed, yes. Angry, yes. But raging, frothing at the mouth kind of stuff? The stuff Wresh is apparently going to start doing?
Try it sometime. For example...I can solve the Rubik's cube in about 45 seconds. I'm no expert, but I'm pretty damn good. 45 seconds...give or take...maybe 2-5 seconds. But when I'm talking to someone? Maybe a minute, sometimes more. That's a sizable difference. You just can't focus that intently.
And anger is more distracting than talking to someone.
hmm, I smell copyright issues.:P
Anger though, means hes most likely going to do something stupid.
In the hands of a monster like Caben Duur, anger is most fearsome, in an illusionist anger is his disadvantage -he will no longer plan carefully. But of course this depends on your own views on angry...
See, if it counts as a building in pylon mode, than you have a very fast moving building. Now, that's nice already, but think about this: you only lose when you lose all your buildings, this lil thing will most likely let you hang on for a whole lot longer, especially with the "survive x minutes" missions.
And although an angry person can think up nasty stuff, he'll likely lack the focus for those things to be much good- they'll have big weaknesses or set their master up with a hole in his defense.
And naw, I doubt the prism will count, after all they're still vehicles/units half the time. Its not as if overlords count as building and they gave/give supply limit.
I kinda want to see Dorian fight Kyle - sure Dorian can read Kyle's mind, but can his body keep up?
Damn right. Looks F-ing AWESOME. Except the Spartan Laser and the missile pod...I'm not the biggest fans of those.
WHAT?? The Spartan Laser looked like the best thing since the flamethrower on Halo PC... All your enemies see is a big pinkish-red ball of light, and then *BOOOOOOOM* Player one wins! Sorta like the flamthrower, except all your enemies see then are sheets of flame being sprayed at them, accompanied by "BURN, B*TCH!!"
But wielding TURRETS? The Brute SMG things? Oh man...:D
Yeah... Have you seen the kind of devastation those turrets can dish out? And the Brute thingies... THEY HAVE BAYONETS!! That's the best part of the Brute stuff... BAYONETS!! :D
WHAT?? The Spartan Laser looked like the best thing since the flamethrower on Halo PC... All your enemies see is a big pinkish-red ball of light, and then *BOOOOOOOM* Player one wins! Sorta like the flamthrower, except all your enemies see then are sheets of flame being sprayed at them, accompanied by "BURN, B*TCH!!"
Matter of personal preference...I just don't like that sort of impersonal thing. I want to either be far, far away, assassian style, or in their face and personal. and I don't like the charge up time.
Yeah... Have you seen the kind of devastation those turrets can dish out? And the Brute thingies... THEY HAVE BAYONETS!! That's the best part of the Brute stuff... BAYONETS!! :D
Yes. Agreed on all parts :D
Kyle isn't weak-willed, he's just a fighter through and through. And if I remember right, his Vow of Poverty gives him certain resistances to mental effects - and even if that doesn't, Slippery Mind does. I still think it would be interesting. Dorian just a hairsbreadth away from vicious slashing, dancing away at every opportunity because Kyle Killigan ALMOST moves as fast as human thought.
For a while, yes. Until Dorian realizes that he can't compete physically and simply takes the fight somewhere he CAN compete...namely, his opponent's mind.
Matter of personal preference...I just don't like that sort of impersonal thing. I want to either be far, far away, assassian style, or in their face and personal. and I don't like the charge up time.
Really? I find it's almost as satisfying as sniping to have your enemy watch you shoot the rocket/laser of doom at them and know that they can't do crap about it. Same thing with the sword. I'll be playing with my friends, and when they hear the whoosh of me drawing the sword, they throw down their controllers and say, "Damn, he's got the sword again!" :D
Yes. Agreed on all parts :D
Although have you seen the screenshots of the new brutes? They look almost like giant, angry monkeys encased in insectlike armor. They look stupid.
BTW gid, I just posted some of the nastiness that Wresh can accomplish.
BTW, I ahve imp rank on the "new" forums, woot!
And congrats for the rank.
The point is though, in his realm, it's not just illusions anymore, it's real, and someone that angry can think up some fairly nasty stuff.
Isn't Wresh a dream/nightmare creature? Cause you were wrong in your most recent post...it ain't a dreamscape. It's Dorian's MIND. That's HIS realm. Wresh controls Dreams, true...but Dorian isn't dreaming.
You might want to re-think that move...fighting a physcomancer within his own mind is...well...stupid. Although if Wresh is as angry as you say he is, he probably wouldn't realize that.
:lightbulb I know, I'll make it even more vicious, that'll work!
Also, no, he isn't a nightmare creature, he is solely responsible for the stuff. And no, Wresh didn't realize how stupid he is being. Still, it would be nice if Dorian didn't get out of this unharmed.
For some reason, it won't let me post more in that thread, expect that to be fixed before too long.
EDIT: I expect you can't join the turnament tread (would be kinda like cheating i guess...), but Is there any chance that it will respawn when complete?
If so, write me among the "gladiators"
BTW dragor, what do you think of the widgets?
Haul together
Hoist the colors high
Heave ho
Thieves and beggars
Never shall we die
Either way is perfectly fine by me.
As for RP quality...I don't know. I think it's close on this one...I'm still getting used to Dorian.
And Gareth's response...he just saw Pirates of the Caribbean III...he's in a piratey mood. :D
Alas, Japan, backwards place that it is, won't even have it for a few more days.
It's not that I want to lose, so much as that I see no other way out of it. Lack of choice, if you will. (no, not a problem with your post)
His lips begin to move, something inaudible from where you stand. But as you watch, someone near him picks it up, and another, and another, until the entire line, streatching past the arena, has a song on their lips.
"Yo ho
Haul together
Hoist the colors high.
Heave ho
Thieves and beggars
Never shall we die."
Their jailors look at each other suspiciously, and then with fear, as the song gains intensity and volume.
"Yo ho!
Haul together
Hoist the colors high!
Heave ho!
Thieves and beggars
Never shall we die!"
The devils edge away nervously as the song gains strength, until the shouts of the prisoners can be heard echoing off of the farthest reaches of the Arena. The chains clank in unison - the line is not moving, but accomanying the chant.
And from the middle of the line, a single cry -
"Take what you can!"
And the entire line responds -
"GIVE NOTHING BACK!"
With a surge of strength and song, the rebellion is underway.
((Yes, I have a plan for this :D ))
And gid, ye have a reply up, I hope it's good enough.
Anyway enough of that ramble, I'm quite interested where you are going with that prisoner rebellion bit Gareth.
Also, Cog? This line is by far one of my favorites I've seen on these boards:
At that moment, a terrible, furious roar is unleashed, and what little was left of the shattered mindscape starts to fade, perhaps forever, or perhaps, like all else the seer has shown, it is but an illusion.
The ending of that quote just makes me so happy :D
I haven't had time to read all of it, but what I have seen is AWSOME
And I myself will be waiting for P3 to hit the TV. As it is I'm already a wee-bit PO'd at number two. I freaking loved the Flying Dutchman
As it is I'm already a wee-bit PO'd at number two.
Tell me about it...the first was awesome incarnate...the second was just bad. SO many things that I disliked...
Hopefully this one is better :D
The child can be seen in glimpses and flashes of movement. Someone or something has cut his chains, and he wields them with a grace and skill that belies his age.
It only takes a few moments to subdue what little jailors there are. The child stands on top of the last one, foot against his neck, before taking the devil out with a ferocious blow.
A voice from the crowd yells, "Captain, what are your orders?"
The child raises his voice, speaking with authority, though he cannot be more than ten years old.
"Arm yourselves!" the boy yells, "And we'll find out exactly what these things are made of! No one makes slaves of my crew!"
The child picks up a longsword and gives it an experimental twirl, and what appears to be his crew pick up weapons.
"Yo ho
Haul together
Hoist the colors high!
Heave ho
Thieves and beggars!
Never shall we die!"
Armed and ready, they form a defensive postion around the entrance to the Taverne, barring the door with piled bodies and discarded armor.
These WERE going to be a shipment of slaves. However, they were never officially sold to Sorcen, and the merchant who was selling them has been beaten to death. What is done with/to them is now up to you guys - I control the child and his crew. They have barricaded the Taverne door from the outside and are using the front of the building as a defensive position, using chains, crossbows, and longswords. Anyone in the Taverne can clearly hear them chanting.
And by makes no sense, I refer to these facts:
They are in hell.
They are on the ninth layer, realm of The Archdevil, the current archdevil of archdevils.
They weren't being guarded by devils powerful enough to kill every one of them by physical means alone. WTF? I mean after all, hell is built to be unassailable since they know every demon in the abyss wouldn't mind breaking in and taking not a few devil heads.
Ah, well...
The legion of police capture the surviving slavers and dislocate their arms skillfully instead of using handcuffs. The chief looks to the crew and the children once more, "You have won your freedom, go about your business but do not bar the taverne entrance any longer or I will be forced to arrest you as well." With this he turns on his hell and walks after his other officers.
OOC: I never specified which layer we were on actually. ;)
Sorcen...I actually think you should let this play out (the little barricade). The Tavern's got more than enough muscle if they need it, and it could prove quite interesting.
Or the 'being bloody stupid law' for being free, living (apparently) and in Hell.
The arena operates under different laws than the rest of Baator and even then Sorcen has diversified the plane since he took over. The devils still are racist, I suppose you would call it, against any non-devils in Hell and even against the half-breeds and Degons. But for the most part, mortals can run around no problem in the arena's area and a few other places.
By the way, a quick guess: charles=coin?
Oh, and my favorite quote from that bit (what gave me the idea)
It seems that the Dreamer, the Sleeper, the Many, Wresh Haltirak, the bringer of nightmares, has finally entered a long, dreamless sleep.
And Khael...I agree. Fear is something difficult to pass off in writing, especially when that character has a personality and quirks. You get to know them...and once you do, it's no longer frightening.
Then for me theres the plotholes (I can never get over what doesn't add up - My wonderings over how those 'slaves' weren't killed by just one of their owners, is prove enough I think), most characters have plotholes, but add in the power creep and I at least tend to ignore a character's traits over 'WTF?' value, the greater their power, the greater my tendency to find them well... lets say, they surely should be dead.
As in the gods themselves (plus overgods) killed them several years previous and desecreted the body so badly it can't return to life. Makes as much sense.
At that point, the most fearsome of backstories actually make me nearly laugh.
On that note, i'm well aware how character should and do evolve here. You don't do yourselves too many favours by overloading your backstories preventing this. For an example, I'm looking at you Gareth. The 'Saint of killers' didn't get thrown out of hell by his would-be-girlfriend after all.
No, that last line isn't suppose to make sense unless you search for 'Saint of Killers' and take a careful look though Gareth's characters to see what needs retconning.
And lastly... I preach a lot for someone whose got groundworks for three of the biggest cliches to hit the arena laid, and a fourth in production, don't I? *Runs for cover*
Oh, and as for my definition of scary: One day, while grinding flour, I thought of a bodak/allip hybrid character, and ran with it from there. Anyways, you want this guy in, or a happy character? (the latter will be a decent fighter...by normal standards, and still only decent. He can take a serious beating, but don't expect the guy ot be powerful in the least).
edit: glad I could help, gideon
As for your characters, which do you want to use?
Personally the 'scary' sounds interesting, but as you know I'm the guy who will always ask 'whats so scary about it, when a billion-enraged-souls powered monster doesn't actually read scary.' or even 'what was your DM smokin?'.
The latter Has run up in my head on several occassion (even if most have nothing to do with this board at all), if you wondered.
As to my Cliches, 3 and counting:
The eternal champion, a man who has several hundred at least, of himself in prior existance, and could likely reel off stuf about them all, for you if you asked while he's sober.
Also coupled with: The twin-sided warrior type, where one half is 'normal', the other is a killing machine
Cliched by: The one, Michael Moorcock's books, notably the Eldric of Melnibone set, Venom, the hulk, to name but a few well-known examples.
The hunted man: As the title says, usually involving the hunter being a monster, either in deed, or state.
Cliched by: Any number of things, including the Preacher set, a ridiculous number of horror and fantasy stories, inclding titles by D. Koontz, M.R. James, and J.R.R.Tolkien.
The thing pulled into existancial knowledge: As it says.
Coupled with: The evolving horror.
Cliched by: The Venom symbiote, any number of sci-fiction/horror (Jason X for one), The zerg, The tyranids.
See? And thats without going into real details about the character/things involved. The above also doesn't count my previous things of course, who are if anything more cliched. In some cases cliches of previous things I made even.
Second, there *is* a perfectly legitimate reason for the devils getting their asses handed to them by a (roughly) level 5 crew - those aren't Baator devils. If they were, they wouldn't be SELLING slaves to Sorcen. No, those are Dreavarrian devils. What's the signifigance of that? ALL outsiders on Dreavarr are CHUMPS, and these guys weren't that great even compared to them. The strongest guy among them was finished off by the child - he's, incidentally, the "player character" among those prisoners and therefore more powerful.
Honestly, they were armed with crossbows and longswords. What made you think they were ANYTHING approaching competant?
A loud cuffing is heard as about five other crew members smack him in the back of the head. Calmly, the child speaks, holding his newfound longsword in one hand and a light crossbow in the other from the front of the formation.
"What he meant to say is that we would prefer to speak with your master. I'm sure we can reach an arrangement. After all, we're now the proud owners of some goods for sale."
LORD GARETH AND KHAEL...
CALM EMOTIONS!
If you want to go yelling/criticizing etc, do so in PM's please. Khael, you may not like an idea/backstory/etc, but say so in private...don't start up something where all of us have to read it.
And Gareth? If you rise to the bait, send it in a PM. It accomplishes the same thing, and keeps the thread cleaner and much more friendly.
You two okay with this?
EDIT: Also Gareth...some people in the taven started talking to these rebels/slaves/etc...just in case you might have missed it.
And this is supposed to sound exactly as childish as it is - Khael started it.
Also it made a good example to why a well built backstory isn't always a good thing as it can be a limiter.
And actually, where is Dreavarr? I've never heard of it previously, sounds an interesting place. As to the weapons, doesn't Kyle use two mundane daggers?
As to what makes them sound competant: They're slavers, clearly they make their living either by capturing slaves, or playing go between.
Clearly to expect a real deal with an Archfiend, where they get to survive, they are of (extremely good) repute, or suicidal, in which case they likely died some years back. The former therefore rather implies they could hold a small army in enslavement if needed, let alone a ships crew.
It also rather emplies they'd hire the best/the most mercs, so as to impress their potential patron all the more.
Sorry if anything I said sonuded childish, but this is what I happen to be thinking.
These devils were sent as representatives of the Dreavarrian devils with slaves as a token of their goodwill to Sorcen. They came to BEG his help in their war - in current Dreavarr history, evil is getting its ass kicked. That changes in about a hundred years after Verexthia blows a gasket and levels a nation (and before anyone gets concerned, she's a goddess, not a character) but at the moment, they want any help they can sink their claws into.
Kyle uses two mundane daggers, yes, but those are weapons that speak of training and dedication when you declare them your primary method of fighting. Longswords and crossbows? Those are what you arm a town militia or a desperate defense with. These guys weren't that great.
As to them being badass - they aren't slavers, they're guards. The actual slavers are busy slave-ing. The only "slaver" there was, as I state this once again, slain by the child. Why didn't they send more badass people? Because they're busy holding off mortals ramming their gates and trying to exterminate all devilkind.
For more information on Dreavarr, strike up a conversation with Laven or the new char - they both hail from there. It's got some quirks :D
OOC: Sorry if hes kind of dark and rude but thats his personality. :D
And if you say you use daggers as your major weapon, I'd actually guess you were a cutpurse, thrug, general sneak, a sadist, or a master of the one-hit-KO (Be it by pressure points or the knowledge of how to put a blade though someones throat in under a second.).
As for terrible warrior armament, I'd have assumed shortsword or cleaver, since either need as much skill, if you can get in close in en mass/only need one hit.
Longswords and crossbows, are to me the weapons of someone who knows what they're doing, doubly so if they have armour.
((Yeah - they can't afford to use up what wood they have. They need that for spears and shields because them, demons, and just about every fiend and evil outsider are getting the crap kicked out of them by some knightly orders and thier celestial back-up.
And longswords and crossbows are footsoldier weaponry, given to halfway expendable troops - in medieval ages, that's what you gave the poor bastards on the front lines. Crossbows because they require no skill to use and longswords because they're thin enough to slip between a pair of ribs and stout enough to hack through armor. They ARE chump weapons - they're just well-made chump weapons. This doesn't mean you can't be badass with them, it just means that if you see them being used en masse, you're probably fighting chumps.))
He is cut off by a booming but gentle voice, "Now now Blazixtan, mayhaps they do have something worth my time." Sorcen, or rather another avatar of him, appears in all his shining silvery splendor. He walks towards the crew gathered in front of the tavern. "Now Captain, what is it that you can offer me and praytell what would you like in return."
If you came from my neck of the woods your guys were trained to use long-bows before you hit double digits in age.
The child replaces the stolen longsword in its sheath and slings the crossbow over his back, looking at Sorcen with the gaze of a buisinessman, not a cornered victim.
"First, the obvious. I'm quite willing to sell these spoils of war that we've taken from our former captors. That also solves the little barricade problem you seem to have. They're magical, I think, but I'm no mage. Additionally, I have another service I believe I can offer to you. While being dragged here, I overheard something about a great, icy river called Styx that flows through realms. My crew and I are weary of our old seas, so my proposal to you is exactly thus - we become a privateer under your command and ply this river. We keep eighty percent of all the spoils and send you all prisoners we take."
The child smiles broadly.
"Of course, we'd need our ship and possessions back to do that, but I'm certain that small effort is well worth having the best pirates this side of the Wailing Sea under your personal command, aye?"
((Those of you detecting alignments pick up Lawful Nuetral from the kid.))
Sorcen motions for one of the bone devils to come to him, he whispers in its ear and waves it away. "I have sent him to gather some Degons to aid you on commandeering your vessel should you choose to accept."
OOC: Good ideas here Gareth. I'm afraid I will be gone after this until tonight, so it may be a few hours before I can continue this.
The boy smiles, a broad grin that seems genuinely happy.
"Alright, 75/25 it is. A bargain well struck. Now, as to this devil-chainmail, I'm sure you have a merchant we can haggle with. Men, tear down that barricade."
The crewman grab the suits of chain, hauling them away and slinging them in pieces over their shoulders.
"The ship in question is being held on the first layer of this plane by the remainder of our former captors. The name she bears is the Unbroken Oath."
The words ring out, echoing uncannily as their owner steps into view, long coat fluttering as he advances on the taverne, "Please do not interfere, this is between I and one other only,
Craig Gethren, The time has come, The reckoning is long due, Either step out of the building or suffer the consquences!
" he calls as he raises one hand, to release an imtense sudden green glow, "Intriguing, this place is rich in energies, not upheld in previous realms the paths have taken, my direct power appears far enhanced here."
As he speaks he seems to look about, or whatever one may do behind dark glasses that obsure the eyes, "Come, will one tell me what this place is, and of its nature? This would appear to be some abnormal world indeed."
BTW, I watched PotC last night (my time), brilliant stuff. My personal favorite scene: "how's mom?"/ "She looks great!", that just cracked me up.
"Lord Sorcen, I'm thirteen, not a newborn babe. I'll be reading this before I sign anything."
Gently, the boy takes the contract and reads it carefully, focused eyes paying special attention to fine print and clauses.
IC: Sorcen laughs as well, "Ah good to see you are no fool. It should read basically that you will sail for me and patrol the Styx and give me 25% of the treasure you aquire and that we will renew and renogiate our contract one year hence and the part about me helping you get your ship back. Oh and of course thers the part about you are under my protection and any threats against you are threats towards me, etc. No loopholes or catches."
One of the men reaches into his mouth and removes something from the inside of his cheek - a very small, finely-made shank - which the boy takes. Pricking his finger, he signs the contract in his blood.
"Makes it nice and unbreakable by my code of morals. Ha, morals from a pirate, that one's good."
Zachariah hands James back his shank and the man puts it back inside his mouth. With a sharp whistle, the captain calls his crew to attention and they move out, singing.
"The King and his men
Stole the Queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones.
The sea be ours
And by the powers
Where we will, we'll roam."
I'm going to make a seperate thread for this. If anyone wants to participate (meaning be a member of the crew, command other ships, do random stuff), feel free. However, it'll be at a "mortal" power level, not a Sorcen's Baator one. Keep that in mind.
Zachariah Graves is not actually Lawful Nuetral, and is in reality Chaotic Nuetral. A small coin in his right pocket makes him read as the opposite alignment.
The Unbroken Oath is a Dreavarrian ship and at Dreavarrian tech levels - so it's not gonna be "normal" by Hell standards. It's how they make up for lack of magic.
OOC: I imagine we'll have the merchant part be implied to be played out, unless you'd like to actually play it out?
Sounds cool, I was actually going to suggest using the war thread but a new thread is fine. I might end up with a pirate character for the crew if I get some inspiration from the movie today/tonight (I'm not sure when we're going to see it, I just go with the flow). Will we be implying the reacquisition of the ship as well. If not then I'll run my degons and maybe have one join the crew or something as an emissary for Sorcen.
I saw Pirates 3 last night, running...I suppose the word would be "high" on two nights of no sleep and the after-ball party at my highschool. You know the feeling, right? And the movie was AWESOME. AWESOMELY AWESOME. So awesome that there were POOLS OF RAW AWESOMENESS UNDERNEATH THE SCREEN. So awesome that I COULD NOT MOVE FROM MY SEAT DUE TO THE SHEER FORCE OF AWESOME RADIATING OUT OF THE SCREEN. So awesome that it ACTUALLY MADE WILL TURNER AND ELIZABETH SWAN INTO LIKEABLE CHARACTERS. SO AWESOME THAT I HAVE TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS!
...*douses head in bucket of water*...
Anyway...it was, dare I say it? AWESOME!
In short, if you're making such a thread...Gideon Gideonson will DEFINITELY be taking part. SO MANY CHARACTER IDEAS...
First Mate
Second Mate
Boatswain (Honorable Pirate ship - no whips, plenty of cursing and name-calling instead)
Chief Gunner
Engineer
And Khael, this one is for you -
Laven steps out of the Taverne, bow already nocked and raised. A bright pink shaft goes hurtling through the air at Arnie.
"None of that," she says calmly in her hypnotic voice, "hatred only corrupts."
((Keep in mind that the pink arrows only do nonlethal and inspire powerful love - in this case, powerful friendship - with whomever Laven is focusing on at the time.))
If no-one wants first mate, consider that one grabbed as well. :D
But the short-hand answer there is his entire purpose is a form of love...))
The arrow flies straight and true spassing into 'Arnie's' body, without a trace, as he smiles back at Laven, "No-one argues this less than me, for what I do is only right. And none below creation, be they mortal, fallen adversary, nor misguided of the celestial host may oppose this. And yea, ye, who may striketh me down art not of the creation."
At the last words, which ring with an edge of cold fury, 'Arnie' strikes out with one hand, as the ground moves in time, surging at Laven to engulf her, while Arnie continues to advance on her and the taverne
"You have struck a lady, sirrah. I cannot allow such an insult to go unchallenged. Draw your weapon, sirrah, for if you wish to pass you must pass me first!"
I can search forums...I've always wanted to do that, for like, ever!
Yeah.
The debonair captain slides down the woodwork, landing sprawled in a heap on the ground. His blade, however, remains upright in the air, the ruby embedded in the handle flashing with light.
And from behind Arnie comes the beating of immense wings, as Alphonso's ship rises upward on the wind. There is a rush of air, the sound of moving projectiles, and a hail of missiles engulfs Arnie in a shower of flames and shrapnel.
The Rainbow Butterfly has come to the defense of its captain.
OOC
I still wish I knew where that name came from...
OOC
I used the term 'direction of the...' since I don't know if the ship can take out the wall if it was aimed/ can dodge/ is shielded, or what have you. And I don't think breaking other peoples toys, like that, is that good a thing to try outside of arena fights, when you get down to it...
As the smoke and ash fade are blown away, the vessel lands, and its captain slowly and painfully pulls himself aboard.
OOC
Well, that's it for me for now...relatives are over, and my only character in the tavern has just left...:D
Although Sorcen...I'm suprised the Lord of Hell allows this :D
Although Sorcen...I'm suprised the Lord of Hell allows this :D
And for anyone else still paying attention the next section of 'Arnie' is going to be in the taverne.
Enjoy your relatives, Gideon ;)
Anyway heres my character idea: A mad (insane) ghost that is bound to Zach's ship (if Gareth approves of course). He talks to himself alot and often times makes no sense when he speaks to other people. Hes more or less a pacifist and runs from fights. He has one of those rock-crabs as a pet/familiar/whatever ya bloody well'd like ta call it. I'll link to the rock-crab stats, as done out by The Vorpal Tribble I believe, in a few minutes.
Meh, I'll do backstory and names in a bit.
EDIT: I havent read what Gideon is talking about yet and I probably wont for awhile but from the looks of it when I skimmed through, its about the same as what went on in Krede's Cafe all the time. Oh and the crab's name is Clix. Edward "Salty Ed" Talty.
By the by, I still don't have a verdict on which character to bring in, should I just do both?
(What Gidoen is probably referring to is the collateral though - The taverne just got its entire front wall ripped off)
IC:
As the events in the mage tower transpire, something within the area stirs again, sensing the build-up of power, as it whispers to itself, "Усилие? Усилие в мне, усилие, приносит 4 вещи уменьшьет его,!" as it moves, rising to find the source...
COg: Yeh that was a good line, I have another line in mind that I liked but I cant quite recall it, what an odd place my mind is. What character ideas are you tossing around?
Also, just what is the technology level? Are pistols acceptable? If so, please assume he has one.
A dark, sinister man steps onto the dock. His hair is black and spread out in waves. His face is not unhandsome, with good proportions and dark blue eyes. He wears a wide-brimmed hat with a skull-and-crossbones on its front and a single bright red feather tucked into it. His jacket is a contrast of black and red, with a snow-white shirt sticking out of it. His pants are matching and rather tight. His shoes are perfectly shined and made of good leather. Diamonds grace his cufflings, and moderately big earrings are sticking out of his ears. Across his waist he wears a wide belt which carries his possessions. Namely, it bears a dagger, a cutlass in a decorative sheath, several bags, a flint, a pipe, and other miscellaneous items. Those who are watchful notice that the cutlass is strung across his right side.
. One comes now, the other before too long.BIC: The sounds of fighting and cheering, the sound of mugs clanking together in the taverne, chants and lectures echoing out from the magic school, these are the sounds that fill the arena at Sorcen's Baator every day.
And then, there is silence.
It should never have been there, yet there it stands, as if defying the world to deny its place.
Three figures walk toward the registration desk. Of them, one is a tall humanoid. Its grey skin is drawn tightly over bones, and is covered in vicious, still-oozing burns. The lower half of its body tapers abruptly into a black, roiling cone of smoke, much like the smoke that composes an allip. Its sunken, pupilless white eyes stare at the devil behind the desk, betraying the creature's madness to the world.
The two beside it are rotted and burned, their remaining scraps of skin hardly even covering their bones. Each shuffles along behind what seems to be their leader, their eyes showing them to be mindless.
The leader looks at the devil and speaks with a strange contrast of a voice that could only be the drawling, eerie voice of one of the living dead, and a perfectly innocent smile.
"Excuse me sir, where am I?"
Will I be of sservice?"
...
What do the papers ssay? It probably will give better advice on that than assking random beingss."
BIC: A tall, sun-tanned man shuffles in through the arena gates, holding a map and looking slightly confused. He is wearing the muddy shirt and blue overalls of a farmhand, with an oversized straw hat constantly falling over his face. He looks up from the map, beams and walks over to another register, seeming not to notice that a devil is behind the desk. Looking down at hisa map, nodding to himself, and smiling again, he looks up and starts to talk to the devil behind the register.
" 'ello, m' name's rob, an' I'd like t' register for the tournament at Thorsen's arena. Y'see, yer honor, I heard y' have this prize for whoever wins the tournament, an' I though' to myself, I though' to myself 'now, 'm nae too ba' wi' a club, an' tha' money'd be enough to buy me and me ma a new horse', see? 'cept... I've never being much of a hand at writing, yer honor, an' I canna make head nor tail o' these papers. "
OOC: yes. There was a naming error, and he is spectacularly lost:D.
It iss unlikely you were dragged to thiss ssite in itss current form ssince it hasn't exissted for more than a sshort period in time, but then rumour ssayss once you've visited one registation desk, you've visited them all.
The point iss however, thiss dessk, is registration for the overlord of hell's grand battle royale tournament. Ssign here, each of you and you may proceed beyond thiss point into the competitors ssite. Refuse and you follow that path to leave or view. Or might choosse to continue standing here. If you don't ssign you are not under the jurisdiction of thiss department."
"*Ahem* Wrong ssite. Thiss iss Hell. And not in the metaphorical ssensse of 'thiss is mosst unpleasant'.
Thiss iss however, the arena of Ssorcen Anenooata, current overlord of Hell, site of hiss grand tournament.
There is alsso, no Thorssen lissted here, that you would likely want to meet however."
It quickly fills the forms, its own blood mingling with ash on its fingers to form a strange ink, its name is simply marked as Jim. Its task completed, the figure stalks away, taking the two others with it in the direction of the arena.
Rob: Rob laughs hard at the devil's words, still smiling. "Hell? yer a funny one, sir. Sure, it might look a wee bit mean aroond 'ere, but tha' don't mean it's hell! Well now, I nee' tha' new horse, 'm signing up 'ere, whereve' i' migh' be. Migh' I skip the writin', yer honor?"
Rob looks at his map briefly,mumbling to himself "Nae thorsen, now tha' is odd.."
Oh, and when you've done that, mind the pit f-never mind, you'll probably find out."
A short while later, the sounds of someone falling down a pit is heard.
Jury's out on Jim, I've no worries about his in-game fitting in, but as to waht he'll do, he's just another character to me thus far. Though the idea of a triple-linked character is an interesting one (I asssume itss triple-linked, right or wrong?).
IC:
Hearing them sound, the hellish beaurocrat, pulls out an ancient dusty old pipe from under its desk, and speaks into it: "Clean-up in the pit pleasse, we require the fool living still, sso you'd besst do it before the houndss think they've gotten new boness to play with."
At the risk of sounding rather more stupid than my usual, what do you mean by triple-linked?
By the way, to any of you who know what I'm talking about: Rob comes from a place that's not too different from Lancre or, for that matter, where I live.
Oh, and Dragor, you have a reply up. Also, I'm looking for anyone to fight either of the two newbies.
IC: Some time later, Rob clambers out of the pit with some help, muttering something about not having any badly behaved dogs back at home, and continues on his path, miracolously unscathed and still smiling.
As to what they'd be treated like if used such i don't know, given the standard non-essential NPC/summon survival rate.
I'm still looking for people in the other officer's slots and to play opponents for the Oath. To the fans of demons and yugoloths, this WILL go to Hades and the Abyss (and I plan a nice little assault on the City of the Dead later).
Suffice to say I was looking for an excuse to play demon battlehulk.
You'd need seriously high-tech power to equal realatively basic magic... Wall of force for example - perfect defense, especially if your weapons are built with high-fire arcs to take advantage of that, while conventional straight-line tech weapons, like boarding cannons or rifles, are near useless.
By the way:
THE OATH IS NOT A SORCEN'S BAATOR THREAD. YOU WILL RESTRICT YOURSELVES TO "MORTAL" POWER LEVELS.
For the benefit of all.
And if I trusted you on that, I'd assume you were trying 'mind trick'. There is no even fight, only who can exploit even resources and their opponent better.
But I would actually assume magic is even more powerful on the seas, where the variables low-grade magic can bring to bear are far more powerful than otherwise.
And low-grade magic means more on the seas, but high-grade magic drops off signifigantly.
Incidentally, bigger is not always best on the high seas. Faster is better - though bigger usually means more cannons.
And yeah, that serpent thing would get you castrated.
A Pirate's Life for Me
And celestial leviathan. AKA how to say 'ship-destroying summoned thing' in RAW.
But I do get your point "'play within what is legit by rules'" to quote myself.
And though bigger isn't really better its a mental thing - Demnos are destruction incarnate, therefore size is best - if you have size you have more weapons, if you have weapons you can take greater rank, if you have rank you have more direct patronage from the top, and if you have patronage, you have everything.
Including the resources to get hold of a enough casters and slaves that by magical wind and slavepower, you make up that speed loss.
Demons are just a little less direct in some ways, and more in others.
And for the record, Organisation XIII still trumps that song movie, I believe.
The priate thing sounds pretty cool Gareth. I have had a pirate idea for a pirate since I first joined (I decided to play Tyrion instead). Expect the Oath to have a sneaky rival...
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for anyone who can guess what this means. It's not hard.also, C&T your reply is up.
I think welcomes are in order for Technomagi, Welcome Technomagi, here be your
for joining. On a similar note, SpellStitcher may be coming back to the arena soon. He had joined awhile back but schoolwork kept him away until now.
.EDIT: damn you to an eternity in hell Sorcen (
), you were the first to post the idea of a bottle of neverending rum...EDIT (again): My character will be a good navigator, and advise on saylorship... he has seen many waters... nough said.
Everyone taking part in the pirate (oath) thread though, has to abide by the 'play like your guy(s) are mortal, and are RAW-limited to boot in what you do', so no warpswords that let you fly and create typhoons, on either side.
Which I guess means if you're one of the crew, you're playing low-magic.
Adoril warstout
Adoril Warstout, dwarf, ranger/swashbuckler/drunken master redux, bottle of endless rum (like decanter of endless water but with rum instead), +1 scimitar, squid animal companion.
Adoril is rather low for a dwarf. He wears a white shirt spotted with old rum, and a leather jacket. His baggy jeans are held up by a black leather belt. From said belt, a scimitar and a long knife ((short sword)) hang, alongside a desert eagle. His beard and hair is long and messy, and his face and arms feature several scars.
Adoril has travelled the worlds a lot. His parents died from a disease when he was very young, and a female pirate captain adopted him. Since then he has lived aboard a ship, sailing the worlds. His adoptive mother captained a ship with the ability to travel the planes as well as the waters, so he is familiar with both Styx and Oceanus ass well as mortal waters. He has seen many a world, both those with a high degree of magic and of technology. One day his adoptive mother died, and he inherited the ship, but it would not be in his possession for more than 20 years before a mighty mage sank it. Adoril ended up on the Unbroken Oath. To drown his sorrow from the sinking of his ship and the death of his old crew, for which he felt responsible, he started drinking heavily. His speciality when it comes to combat is his scimitar and his knife, but he possesses a desert eagle as well. He uses it rarely though, as he doesn’t possess that much ammunition, and he isn’t the best shooter either.
Adoril Warstout, dwarf, ranger/swashbuckler/drunken master redux, bottle of endless rum (like decanter of endless water but with rum instead), +1 scimitar, squid animal companion.
Adoril is rather low for a dwarf. He wears a white shirt spotted with old rum, and a leather jacket. His baggy jeans are held up by a black leather belt. From said belt, a scimitar and a long knife ((short sword)) hang, alongside a desert eagle. His beard and hair is long and messy, and his face and arms feature several scars.
Adoril has travelled the worlds a lot. His parents died from a disease when he was very young, and a female pirate captain adopted him. Since then he has lived aboard a ship, sailing the worlds. His adoptive mother captained a ship with the ability to travel the planes as well as the waters, so he is familiar with both Styx and Oceanus ass well as mortal waters. He has seen many a world, both those with a high degree of magic and of technology. One day his adoptive mother died, and he inherited the ship, but it would not be in his possession for more than 20 years before a mighty mage sank it. Adoril ended up on the Unbroken Oath. To drown his sorrow from the sinking of his ship and the death of his old crew, for which he felt responsible, he started drinking heavily. His speciality when it comes to combat is his scimitar and his knife, but he possesses a desert eagle as well. He uses it rarely though, as he doesn’t possess that much ammunition, and he isn’t the best shooter either.
My Internet is down at home, so I won't be able to post after 5:00
There was a hint above.
The good news: I'm no.5 poster in this thread by 4 posts!
By the way, how do you get to see those statistics again? I never quite figured it out.
And Gareth, check your PMs.
EDIT: Oh, and anyone got another guess as to what is that silvery thing? You'll get a cookie if you get it right...
Tarak, Crusader of Law, Slayer of Chaos, Keeper of Balance
Tarak is Lawful Neutral Phrenic Pseudonatural Paragon Thri-Kreen of Legend who posesses immense power and magical talent. He spent most of his younger years learning to hunt and survive in the vast desert he lived in. That is, until he stumbled upon an Extraplanar portal during a hunt. Curiosty overwhelmed him, and he stepped inside. Beyond the portal was the Far Realms themselves. He wandered around in awe, not realising that the overwhelming chaotic energies were slowly transforming him. Tarak wandered around for a little while longer until he emerged from yet another portal. The chaotic energies had taken their toll:Tarak now seemed to have an aura of malice surronding him, and the chitinous plates that surronded his body were harder than any known metal. Not only that, but he showed many unusual abilities, such as massive strength, and magical abilities, such as warping to one spot to another(If you haven`t realised, he is a Pseudonatural now). The last straw was when several long, barbed tentacles sprouted from his back. He was then exilied from the tribe. He then spent many long years gaining favour from the Ruby Sorceress, Wee Jas, training as a cleric in her name and eventually being rewarded for serving her(Paragon and Monster of Legend). Then, one faithful day, he came across a large cave. He entered and saw upon a pedestal two greatswords, made out of solidified force. In a vision, many gods came to him, asking whether he wished to serve them as the Keeper of Balance and to maintain balance everywhere. Tarak accepted, taking the two blades from the pedestal. Ever since, he has been maintaing balance across the planes. He has recently come to Baator to gradually balance out the Blood War, but was captured and taken to Sorcens` arena.....
Items:
Blades of Balance(10+ Axiomatic Power Anarchic Power Unholy Power Holy Power Enfeebling Acidic Burst Blurstrike Vorpal Brilliant Energy(Can change between energy and standard as a free action) Greater Wounding Greater Dispelling Dread(Same Type As Enemy) Greatswords
Blade of Ultimate Law(Axiomatic Power Vorpal Blurstrike Acidic Blast Brilliant Energy(Can change between energy and standard as a free action) Greater Wounding Greater Dispelling Dread(Same Type As Enemy)Keeper`s Fang(Except it deals lawful instead of evil damage and the soul of the enemy is imprisoned in Nirvana)Speed Stalactite(Save DC 47)Knockback Almighty Distruption(DC 57) Distance Everdancing Triple Throw Greatsword)
Deck Of Illusions
Amulet Of The Planes
Figure Of Wonderous Power(Obsidian Steed)
HeadBand of Intellect
Ring Of Evasion
Ring Of Mind Sheilding
Belt Of Giant`s Strength+6
Bracers Of Armour+13
C&T, you'll have a reply soon.
Giovanni vs Xarallon (Gideon, Gareth, Khael) and Wresh vs Dorian (Khael, Aya, and myself) need judging.
Bahamut, you've stumped me as to what the silvery thing is.
Welcome back SpellStitcher.
Lord Nim, maybe you and SpellStitcher can fight now that we have 2 places open for matches. Oh and Nim, your sig is awesome.
. BTW, I appear to be the second biggest poster on the new site:D .Oh, and gid, you may want to check my latest reply on te Loex/Decay battle, pretty creepy stuff (atleast, if the last post that spooked you is anything to go by).
Also, I'd be happy to fight one of your charaters, if you have the stomac to fight me at two places at once :D
Before sombody asks why I don't just fight Nim, its because he wanted to fight someone else first... ((AKA, he's afraid I'll beat the crap outta him, cause I'm his DM))
we need to fight. If you want to???? and The oder Lord you was taking about is she/he dat bad???Kiki, half-devil pixie, warlock/rogue/barbarian/hellwrath/monk/wrathfist/hellfire warlock, ring of nondetection, wand of superior invisibility, eye of Mephistopheles (further improves hellfire blast, allows use of wrath of Mephistopheles, permanent truesight), 2 farstrike nunchakus.
Kiki was born in Baator. Her father was a pit fiend, and her mother was one of her father’s slaves. She was taken into service in the baatorian system when she had grown to full age. At a time, the chaotic nature of her pixie blood gained power over her devilish affiliation with the forces of law, and she walked the path of a barbarian. She managed to get back on track with her devilish heritage though, and to prevent her pixie blood to do such a thing again, she went into intense mental training for a period. Since she learned to utilize her wrath in controlled ways, and she was even thought to wield the power of hellfire. By now she has risen to great power and status, despite her mixed blood. She decided to join the battle royal to gain even more popularity, and thus influence, as well as hopefully acquiring a large quantity of hellsilver ass well.
ass well.
We need an edit :P
Also, apologies to everyone, but I'm really busy for the next...oh...week or two, and may not be on often. As a result, all the stuff like the pirates etc. will most likely be post-poned. I guess they're just in another port at the moment, to be picked up later :D
Edit: Sorry, I was supposed to PM this.
When you notice just about every one given a description over a picture uses the word 'beautiful'... you do wonder what they mean.)
(I blame artistic learning for the above anyway. I'm probably the only guy on the panet who ended up with a near-physically bulletproof discourse on everyone being selfish, out of being asked 'what is beauty, and how does mastery of the self and skills help to produce it?'
I'm not kidding on that last bit either, the tutor spent the best part of an hour on-the-spot trying to figure loopholes faster than me. But it probably says a lot every one already knew about me.)
And for the record, sorry Sorcen, but I'm nominating my own loophole to the above words of mine...
Anyway its all good Khael, its not like I'm rigging the votes, just suggesting that the votes be rigged in Aya's favor. Oh and thanks for the vote EpicEvokerElf.
As to the beauty thing, yes it is hard to define, for example I am not attracted to blonde females but my brother prefers blondes over brunettes. The voting system they have set up is plenty fair and will result in a reasonably fair winner. And I dont believe the contest will be solely judged just on beauty, it seems that other factors are considered other then beauty, although for the exact details you will have to ask the OP of the thread.
In all fairness though, gid was using a character for the first time, and one not fit for arena combat at that. Still, it's nice to win for the first time in...what, 8 months?
Oh, and nim, I was just kidding, no need to worry. And my offer to sic one of my characters at you still stands.
All as it was meant to be.
Of course, this was until an immense aura of malice, law and justice, all combined into one, descended upon the arena, causing from to squeal and yell in pain, others to shift discomfortably as it strengthened as it drew nearer. There was no doubt that the source of the aura was coming into the Arena itself. The Tavern inhabitants turned to look at the Arena entrance, and silence descended upon the Tavern. Screams could still be heard from the fight pit, and Taverngoers still shifted in discomfort.
What came through there was something no-one expected. Instead of Demogoron, or maybe Asmodeous, stepped in a Thri-Kreen. This Thri-Kreen's scales were as black as midnight, and beneath them glew a small amount of light. But the oddest feature of the Thri-Kreen was the 4, visciously barbed tentacles that protruded from it's back. It approached the registration desk, and ask in a voice twisted with malice:
"Where in Baator am I, who runs this Arena, what is it's purpose and why am I here? If you do not answer all of these questions, you will die before you can even call for help. Now, answer." The Thri-Kreen's large, red eyes were focused solely on the demon in front of him.
... (tears disappear, and a hateful and malicious gleam appear in eyes) you hurt the feelings of my other self, now prepere to die (casts technologically emitted vengeful gaze of gleemax).Edit: also C&T you didn't got everything in my last arena post, Loex kept his distance to the "mouth". I'll post as if he evaded then!
Anyway, dodging the attack is not entirely unexpected, I guess I should edit?
As for Dorian, from my side of the field it wasn't so much he's not equipped for arena combat, as he's not in his personality shown, going to be effective. But of course we didn't really get to see what he would do against a less mentally/emotionally powered opponent. (well, writing that so it didn't end up sounding like a battle formula was wee bit of a...)
And spellstitcher, the desk is manned by a devil(Or an undead herald alternatively), not a demon (In writing it doesn't mean much, but try referring to a devil as a demon to its face... assuming you still have your face left after the first sylable.)
IC:
"Where in Baator am I, who runs this Arena, what is it's purpose and why am I here? If you do not answer all of these questions, you will die before you can even call for help. Now, answer." The Thri-Kreen's large, red eyes were focused solely on the demon in front of him.
Rasing its eyes from its desk, the fiend, indicates a sign next to its ledger, which reads:
Attention.
You Are in Hell, on the ninth layer, Baator. This is the Arena of Sorcen Anenooata, current Archlord of the ninth, site of his battle royale tournament.
Please don't have a nice day.
"'Cuse," the devil after a few seconds consideration grabs a quill and the sign, writing something on it, before replacing the now adjusted sign, which now bears (in a slightly less official hand): This desk is under constant surveilance. Some is actually official and will defend the desk.
Beware of pitfiends, pits, hounds, etc.
"Entrance requires signing your name here, or marking the page in your own blood. No one elses, I should stress.
Any questions?"
Bot were are the battle going to be???? and I think that Nim is going to fight you. (pages 95 if you want to see who he is)
EDIT: Aye Khael is right. You cant leave to other planes during your matches, but you can overlay this plane with others, nudge nudge wink wink.
"I come searching for a man. This is him." He says showing a picture that corresponds with my earlier pirate character post. "Has anyone seen him?"
And by aptly named, that means the demon philosopy 'bigger is always best' I brought up previously.)
note: This will most likely be my last post today, as I will be busy goofing off for my 15th birthday.
Dreavarr is a world of conflict and intolerance. People are divided because of nation, race, religion - anything and everything that could possibly create a schism, does. Dwarves butcher elves in the streets, humans fire gnomes out of their cannons, and anyone unfortunate enough to be born a half-breed slinks into the shadows to evade the wrath of all. Tolerance and peace are not virtues. They are dangerous weaknesses to be avoided. Compassion from anyone outside of "your own" is treason - belief in another's view system the highest blasphemy.
Magic and technology are two sides of another schism. Technology is winning - magery is dying out, slowly but surely. Almost everyone chooses one or the other - and those who do not are slaughtered by both.
That is why the Unbroken Oath was sank - Zachariah did and continues to employ magic and technology in conjunction to each other with deadly effect.
Dreavarrians are not necessarily bitter or wary - they are NOT Drow (well, except for the ones who ARE Drow). Rather, they are opinionated, set in their ways, and know where their loyalties lie. Nothing is more important than your loyalties - not morals, not helping others or any sort of cause is more important than your friends and family. Good and evil people alike hate and revile traitors and even the blackest villan can be expected to behave with a certain sort of honor and loyalty.
The crew of Zach's ship is more tolerant than most people - not as tolerant as, say, witch-burning peasants, but still tolerant - and Zach is certainly capable of swallowing his pride and dealing with people he doesn't like. For three years, they controlled a large body of water known as the Wailing Sea absolutely - none dared challenge them until the ship was sank by a very angry archmage. Zach is an honorable captain who genuinely cares about his crew and watches out for them.
Here's a
Oh, and here's two pennies
from my wallet, which is bursting with change.IC:
"You don't think an arena for a battle royale was perhaps made to fight in? Clearly not.
And its master's sick, twisted mind, not the species thank you (Between you and me, given how watered down he is, thats pretty twisted.). Personally... nah, you don't wanna hear that.
As for why, how should I know? You came here didn't you? If the sending was not of your own choice, it's not my problem either.
And interestingly enough by technically I really should have put 'Arch-fiend' on that sign, since if you kill a pit fiend you automatically get one of your next opponents upgraded to the personal guard of a layer-lord plus master, while in the layer of the ninth.
That way is the competitors area, from where you can view the current fights, or visit the bar. Mind the pit."
Oh and C&T:
Congrats with the birthday
(Wizards need to make a proper cake)You mind if i bring a few friends along to the party (:invasion
:DFinally it reaches its destination. As it steps into the light, its features become apparent...it is a monstrousity. Blood and shattered bone cover its mangled body, and the darkness that seemingly burns in its eyes is one that the universe has learned to fear.
Caben Duur steps forward to the audience, pausing before one esteemed member. Reaching a clawed hand behind its back, the abomination leans in close. As its mangled mouth splits open to whisper some dark, terrible edict, its hand comes forward with lightning speed, and the creature smiles its terrible grin, paper party hat now firmly planted on its bleeding scalp.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MORTAL!
Happy Birthday, Cog!
Happy birthday from me and my motley crew!
I'm going camping for awhile, so I'll see you all later. Much later. Toodles.
Have fun camping Gareth, I love camping. Anyway on that note, Aya and I will be unable to access a computer until sunday night. We'll be leaving at 6am tomorrow morning and be gone until sometime sunday.
Later, a dull thud sound was heard. Then, several yelps and howls emanated from the pit. Later, the Thri-Kreen was spotted, splattered with infernal blood. "Hah...that was too easy." he mumbled to himself.
No more guesses as to what that silvery thing is? Then I'll tell you all.
The ball of silver suddenly flares with blinding light. A silvery firestorm blasts forth, stopping a dozen feet above the audience's heads. The light and flame disappear, and everyone can see a figure.
It did not work, fool.
Silence floats down to the arena floor next to the judges.
Where is Lord Gareth?
Silence is baaaack! And he more badass this time around, too. Now not only can he morph his own form, but that of the environment around him....
Gid, you Should know that the horribly wrong cabenscene cracked me up, good job:D .
Oh, and there was no party, we wentto my favorite indian restaraunt instead, and watched open season (alright film, nothing amazing). I also got to use my birthday as an excuse to rope my little sister (normally glued to fashion magazines) into a game of starcraft, she now has a new hobby to be glued to:D .
Anyways, in a few hours I'm gonna go visit some friends and stay over for the night, so I'll be back tommorow
.LG, I hope you enjoy your trip, I'm not a big fan of camping (stuffy tents, lack of sleep, ick..) but I'm gonna assume your arrangement is a lil more sensible.
"Sorcen...Anenooata? Well, if you're not averse to a bit of music at the Baator, the Blue Sapphire Band is here! I sign this book, yes?" He strides confidently to the book, nods Aya and Sorcen, and produces a blue and gold pen. In glittering navy ink, his name drys on the ledger: James Mentalli.
James Metnalli and the Blue Sapphire Band
Coming soon!
Khael and Gareth? What do you think?
Also, i won't be posting for the next approximatly 36 hours.
Anyway enough rambling. As I said before, Aya and I will be gone til sunday night. I'll be on for a little bit longer so if you have any questions, ask away.
If he's waiting for a judging, then not-so (And personally, I reckon we can get a judging out of 10 posts. I know I did at any rate).
If I remember right, when Gideon made the other arena, he asked for anyone who wanted to judge. You must have volunteered yourself. Go back 50 pages or so, if should be there somwhere. :D
Second Mate
Engineer
Blacksmith/Weaponsmith (repairs and creates melee weapons as well as maintaining the metal parts of the ship)
Gunsmith
Navigator
Priestess (Every ship on Dreavarr, to avoid her wrath, keeps a Priestess of Verexthia. If interested in this position, ask me for more details. Suffice to say that ships WITHOUT one get their asses kicked by a planet-sized crystal dragon.)
If you want to participate but don't want an officer position, level 5-6 is appropriate.
Low-Magic means that anything more powerful than a +3 weapon is nigh on godlike. To be packing that kind of power is almost unheard-of for Dreavarrians, which will be a nice little shock when they start fighting magical beings. One-shot items such as Feather Tokens, scrolls, and potions are in precious little supply (the few healing potions on the ship are hoarded and carefully conserved). As I said before, the strongest magic the crew owns is Zach's endless ammo - though the guns on the ship have some expensively garnered enchantments on them.
Those of you wanting to make enemy ships, volunteer up here so you can get together, make plans, yada yada. If you want to make recurring villans, go ahead - all the better to have a foe to work against. Keep in mind that not even Sorcen could keep the Nine Hells COMPLETELY in line - there may be some devil ships to deal with.
I'm also going to ask if someone is willing to make a port town on the Styx, maybe something like a "mini-Sigil" - a planar port with an enforced political peace, like Tortuga from Pirates. It'd serve as a base of operations, a place to pick up/drop off characters, get repairs or new items and information, and generally town-like things.
Those of you playing officers are free to determine equipment within my guidlines. Those of you playing crewmen, step up in this thread. There's some things I should PM to you so you know your character has the items and the training to use them.
Thankee all
Gareth
Sorry I was late. Lack of Internet was the reason to it (at least the last half week), but it was to begin with examination papers of multiple subjects that stole my time.
11 days, well times fly when you have ... erh ... not fun...
Well... On one hand if Xarallon actaully isn't posting it mean Giovanni wins by default.
Do not want and I have made my reply.
Dragor, two things:
Did you know loex in draconic means dead.
Did you get a gleemax.
(cannot find the button with a question mark, the keyboard settings has changed:weep
But during the lack of Internet I made a new character, a protoss...
The character has come to this world trough the 9th dimension. Getting trough this dimension happened with the protoss motherships black hole and an arbiter.
So far "only" two pages long. Can I have him...
Captain - Zachariah Graves (Lord_Gareth)
First Mate - (Gideon Gideonson)
Boatswain - Catianna Burns (Gideon_Gideonson)
Ship Ghost - (Sorcen_Anenooata)
Ordinary Crewmen - Taylor Graves (Epicevokerelf)
Wait, huh, I was supposed to judge something? Can you people WARN me next time? I had no freakin' idea that someone was waiting on me to judge, what the hell?
I did...via PM...about, oh, a few months ago. Forgot to remind you again. My bad. :D
Wish...Gideon...was...on....
Your wish is my command (just this once :D)
Will someone, Gareth or otherwise, please fill me in on this whole "pirates" issue? I'd be willing to take the all-important priestess role if it allows the druid class, otherwise I'd have to see about domains and such.
You're now going on a voyage me'hearties. Or something.
Gareth is looking for people to take up roles of the crew for that ship, and for others to give villains (I will of course be trying to blow holes in the ships. Or at least rip the masts down. Chain-shot FTW.)
As for a point beyond playing battleships? I think less of a point than we get normally, but as I see it that one isn't my problem. Unless I have to provide a BBEG of course.
Edit: Destructive villains, check. Port, check. 'Evil' (What, you don't call pirates a form of evil? Alright so they're chaotic until they hit their first real killin'-fer-plunder scene..) 'organisation', check.
And now, may I present... the Blade of Vengeance!
the Blade of Vengeance
The waves of the great River Styx heave up and down. A ship sails across the deadly waters, devils heaving at chains to raise the sails. A mile or so away from the ship, the sea suddenly swells. The water rises up in a mound, before breaking over a large, metal vessel. It is long and swordlike, with a very large, serrated blade at one end. A pair of holes can be seen in the front of the ship, but what perpose they serve is not apparent. At the opposite end, large fins and a rumbling engine exhaust tube can be seen. A hatch opens on the top, and swiftly a figure pops out of it. He stands halfway out of the hatch, a looking glass held against one eye. He looks human, but something about him doesn't seem right. His hair is a dark brown, and his eyes are an icy blue. His face seems jolly enough, but his eyes are cold. He has a thick goatee. He has a triangular hat on his head, and a long scarlet coat with gold thread designed to look like crashing waves brushes his ankles. A pair of pistols are thrust through a large silk belt, and a rapier hangs from the belt as well. He wears dark blue leather gloves with lightning motifs threaded into them. His boots are made from some sort of leathery material and have metal soles and toes. Satisfied at what he sees, the figure collapses the looking glass and drops back down. With a hum of machinery and magic, the vessel sinks back below the waves.
On the devil ship, one of the crew spots the water being parted by something. With a flash of insight, he realizes what it is. But before he can shout, Blade of Vengeance smashes into the ship. With a tremendous explosion, Blade of Vengeance smashes clean through the ship and burst forth the other side. Flames explode out from the ship, which quickly sinks below the surface of the water. Bubbles stream up from the site where it sank. Blade of Vengeance glides to a stop in the water, engine humming softly. It then sinks slowly into the river.
On the devil ship, one of the crew spots the water being parted by something. With a flash of insight, he realizes what it is. But before he can shout, Blade of Vengeance smashes into the ship. With a tremendous explosion, Blade of Vengeance smashes clean through the ship and burst forth the other side. Flames explode out from the ship, which quickly sinks below the surface of the water. Bubbles stream up from the site where it sank. Blade of Vengeance glides to a stop in the water, engine humming softly. It then sinks slowly into the river.
That's better than anything I could have expected. :D
race: Halfling
class: Bard
unique abilities:
Magical Music: he is trained in music magic using music to cast his spell using his Flute or Ukelele
Stealthy can avoid etection.
has quick reflexes and is able to dodge attacks
items:
Magical Flute: a flute given to him by his mentor, it posseses magical properties
Magical Ukelele: also magical, also given by his mentor
Shortsword: plain shortsword
Personality: light, humoress, easygoing and friendly, kind and peaceful, loves Good, dislikes order, he is a good guy, but defies authority figures and doesn't really care for governments
Appearance: wearing plain traveling clothes, carrying a pack on his back,
with orange hair and green eyes, often seen playing the Flute or the Ukelele,
he has normal colored skin, and is about 4 feet tall, he carries a short sword on his belt to defend himself.
History: He comes from the village of Elajomi, where Halflings practice great arts such as painting, drawing, novel writing and music- a culture of the arts.
After he was finished with his apprenticeship as a Bard he decided to spread Elajomi culture across the world and traveled town to twon earning a lot of money from the songs and music he played in taverns and Inns.
You've come to the right place for roleplaying indeed.
Sorcen Anenooata is the patron lord of the arena.
Gideon_Gideonson and Lord Gareth post the most, so they will most likeyl get to your questions first.
If you want to fight someone, simply say so here. One of the many people here will take you on, then Sorcen will assign you to one of the arenas. There was not enough room on the WotC site for the arena, so Gideon made another website, found here:
http://sorcensarena.proboards100.com/index.cgi
Lord Gareth is currently starting up a pirate thread. If you wish to talk to him about it, PM him first before you do anything for his permission.
If you read the other characters backgrounds and see that they are all of overgod+ power, don't be surprised. Most characters here could destroy the Material Plane if they so chose. Jaunt over to Tyler's Laptop (found here: http://boards1.wizards.com/showthread.php?t=785950) for rolplaying advice. I beleive Gideon also posted something akin to Lord Gareth.
Anyway, happy role playing!
EDIT: Crap, I spelled "Lord" "Lard" again! Apologies, Lord Gareth.
FUNNY SAYINGS IN D&D.
Curious, I opened it up, and a flood of memories came back to me. Inside it were pages of what I had recorded at the D&D table when me and the guys were bashing baddie brains out (say that ten times fast). I thought I might post some of the sayings here, for your enjoyment.
FUNNY STUFF
I'm a monk, I'm like, whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-waka-SMACK! (I think that was me)
Really Mr. Beer, there's no Officer in my blood.
[singing loudly with plastic cups of Mountain Dew in hand]It's the laaaaaaiiir of the dancing beeeeaaaaar!!!
I eat ochre jellies for breakfast. That's why I have no tongue.
I don't open doors, I BURN THEM!!
Really Mr. Beer, there's no Officer in my blood.
[singing loudly with plastic cups of Mountain Dew in hand]It's the laaaaaaiiir of the dancing beeeeaaaaar!!!
I eat ochre jellies for breakfast. That's why I have no tongue.
I don't open doors, I BURN THEM!!
Bahamut, you should sig those funny sayings to make sure as many people read them as possible... in the meanwhile I'll go looking for some of my own.
And Lord Gareth, I'll take navigator. If you want me to resend the PM with my character, I'll gladly do.
Yes Xarallon, I'm aware that Loex means dead in draconic, I chose it because of it. The reason is that in some sense he is dead.
And no, I didn't get a gleemax, but i got other things from gleemax... by mail.
Finally, I have yet another character brewing in my mind. He'll be a mutant kyton, who was originally having two personalities, but at a point they wanted to part ways, so most of the Kytons chains were taken away from him and made into a chain golem which holds one of his personalities. The chain golem will be played by Lord Nim. We wondered if it would be ok if we made then natives to sorcens baator.
Spell: i hobe that you come and fight nim.
varning: I'm back, but will be busy today and may or may not have time to reply to the battle. I will be busy for most of tommorow too.
Sorry 'bout all of this mess, various people and activities seem to have eaten my life, but I'll be back before too long.
Least I hope you do. Means you can't pull off that 'you can't do action X, because of effect Y I just made up after you did your action' thing I've seen on the Gleemax board.
Essentially however here we work under a both more and less draconian rule known as Freedom of Destiny, or FoD.
To quote Lord Bahamut:
"If you read the other characters backgrounds and see that they are all of overgod+ power, don't be surprised. Most characters here could destroy the Material Plane if they so chose..."
Such character might be illegal under godmodding rule, since they can do anything, near literally ingame.
However since we work under FoD, its a perfectly viable form of character, hence my 'better or worse' quip. Also here peope 'fight' and a band of three judges vote on who wins, based on, Roleplaying, with two minor sidebars for FoD and mechanics.
However the FoD means you cannot in any way actually decide how or if you will affect your opponent/fellow players. You can make it so they can't get out without a seriously bad-RPing move (I.e. A non-caster sword fighter character slicing apart his opponents blast radius to avoid damage. Irrespective of the fact its a Sphere of ultimate annihilation and was declared to be on casting.), but you cannot actually decide you hit. This also applies to blasts, etc.
This can however be circumvented for good RP (I.E. A monk character flurry of blows-ing on a slower, tougher opponent will and probably should hit - it makes sense both mechanically, and in realism) or if your opponent agrees.
In other words the FoD for this is more guideline than rule.
What is not a guideline is this part: You do not control another players character without their agreement- If you are that fast and strong, you could hurl them into the air with your blows etc. You do not however make them block, lose limbs of your choice, etc. Their player does and so to do that needs their agreement first. This also means no mind-control tricks. Mind-fooling yes, but not control.
And instant-death is way out, so no killing blows, death spells, distintigration or the like. And no animation as undead of another players character, unless you fix it so a dead character can still return despite the undead body.
And yes, we do have a thing on this in the lap-top, but it seems to be ignored so many times. Occasionally on the not so minor points too, which is why I tend to do this for every new person to sign up here.
Gideon_Gideonson and Lord Gareth post the most, so they will most likeyl get to your questions first.
Surely you jest!
*looks at post breakdown*
Or...maybe not. That's possible to. :D
If you want to fight someone, simply say so here. One of the many people here will take you on, then Sorcen will assign you to one of the arenas. There was not enough room on the WotC site for the arena, so Gideon made another website, found here:
I beleive Gideon also posted something akin to Lord Gareth.
Yes. In fact, not only was it akin to him, it actually was him. You can now download Lord Gareth from the internet!
...Sorry. I got to much sleep last night, and I'm a bit crazy at the moment. Move along...nothing to see here...
Nerethos Soulrender
Nerethos Soulrender, mutant kyton, exotic weapon master/duskblade/channeler, Chains of agony (his remaining chains are added with powerful magics. Among other things they can extend in length, and they are indestructible), circlet of mind ward, complete control of the ends of his chains.
Nerethos was brought into being as a devil. No one knows from where he came, he just appeared in Baator one day. He was unique, but he was figured to be kyton-kin, as they were the devils that he resembled the most. He lived long as hired muscle, but only for external affairs. He refused to fight against other baatezu. He suffered from a personality split. His personalities were close friends, but one day they agreed to part ways, for a time at least. It was done by using the majority of Nerethos’ chains to make a chain golem to house the other personality. Nerethos then left Baator for a time, leaving the business to his “brother”. Nerethos wandered the world for a century, learning the arts of the duskblade, and the art of blade channeling. He kept some connection to his brother, and one day, his brother told him of a great tournament of battle that was to be hold in the ninth layer of their home plane. He decided to join alongside his brother, partially looking forwards to the time when they would test their skills against each other.
Nerethos stands around the height of a human. He looks like a pale hairless human, but his inhuman gaze reveals him to be a fiend. He wears only a pair of dirty, worn pants. His has an end each embedded in his lower arms. The other end features lots of barbs and small blades as well as short chain lengths also covered in barbs and blades, and with a larger blade in each end.
Nerethos was brought into being as a devil. No one knows from where he came, he just appeared in Baator one day. He was unique, but he was figured to be kyton-kin, as they were the devils that he resembled the most. He lived long as hired muscle, but only for external affairs. He refused to fight against other baatezu. He suffered from a personality split. His personalities were close friends, but one day they agreed to part ways, for a time at least. It was done by using the majority of Nerethos’ chains to make a chain golem to house the other personality. Nerethos then left Baator for a time, leaving the business to his “brother”. Nerethos wandered the world for a century, learning the arts of the duskblade, and the art of blade channeling. He kept some connection to his brother, and one day, his brother told him of a great tournament of battle that was to be hold in the ninth layer of their home plane. He decided to join alongside his brother, partially looking forwards to the time when they would test their skills against each other.
Nerethos stands around the height of a human. He looks like a pale hairless human, but his inhuman gaze reveals him to be a fiend. He wears only a pair of dirty, worn pants. His has an end each embedded in his lower arms. The other end features lots of barbs and small blades as well as short chain lengths also covered in barbs and blades, and with a larger blade in each end.
Toto Soulrender, kytonian chain golem, fighter/exotic weapon master/dog of war/painbringer, may conjure and control chains far beyond the normal capability of chain golems and kytons.
Toto Soulrender was brought into being as a devil. No one knows from where he came, he just appeared in Baator one day. He was unique, but he was figured to be kyton-kin, as they were the devils that he resembled the most. He lived long as hired muscle, but only for external affairs. He refused to fight against other baatezu. He suffered from a personality split. His personalities were close friends and see each other as the brother, but one day they agreed to part ways, for a time at least. It was done by using the majority of Nerethos’ chains to make a chain golem to house him. Toto remained in Baator and kept the business running. He kept some contact with his brother during their separation. One day he learned of the battle royal, of which he of course told his brother when they met next time. Together they decided to join the battle royal.
You see what the posters post helps me determine my next course of action in a way, sorta like a turn-based game because eachother player has to wait for the other.
yea I would like to fight now, (but don't be fooled by my Bard character)
Tommorow though, you will have your reply, unless something drastic happens.
...I shouldn't have said that, should I?
?? me and dragor vs???I finally saw Pirates
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ok, well I do know about godmoding-example:if was about cast a spell, and a guy sent me flying before I could finish it, I would have to redo the spell not finish casting it.
You see what the posters post helps me determine my next course of action in a way, sorta like a turn-based game because eachother player has to wait for the other.
Thats not godmodding in some circles. Her for example every spell is instant, unless people are looking to have an impressive wind-up.
But you've got it on the head with the rest.
And E3? That has to be one of the best pirates declarations to come out with, given everything.
A warforged with some soul-tricks
an elf blade wielder and trickster
a necromanzer in the badass end
a girl with a bow.
Back to business, Welcome to the arena Trizap,
.I like the kyton/chain golem character duo there. Yeh they're fine being natives. A team match sounds good if you guys are fine with it.
Do me a favor - if someone called Nejihyuuga comes here, kill them. Butcher them in ways we lack the words to describe. For everyone's sake.
Do me a favor - if someone called Nejihyuuga comes here, kill them. Butcher them in ways we lack the words to describe. For everyone's sake.
But...but...that means I have to invent whole new words to butcher him with.
AWESOME :Schemes:
I remember last year, when I went with a friend down to southern California to visit his grandparents. I just happened to tag along.
So the second day we're down there, we (me, the friend(Kyle), and the grandpa (Tom)) decide to go fishing in the Sierra Nevada. We drive up 7,000 feet to Loon Lake, and putter out on "The Hook" into a sheltered cove. Long story short, we caught ONE fish over several hours (with much victorious shouting: "YOU GOT OWNED, FISH!"). Me and Kyle took a break and stretched on an island in the middle of the lake, running around and climbing to the top of the island. That was when the wind started up.
An hour or so later, we got back down to the shore and climbed back into The Hook. We held a quick council, and everyone agreed to go over to the other end of the lake and try to fish over there. So we drive out around the island and start to go across the large, open part of the lake. The wind had really kicked up by then, and that's when we all realized we were really stupid. The wind was kicking up the lake into 5-6 foot waves, which smashed against The Hook and drenched us all. Kyle lost his favorite hat, and I almost fell out of the boat once. Tom told us to be ready to swim for shore if we capsized, the waves were that bad. Luckily we didn't, and made an emergency landing on the far shore. OPPOSITE the jetty we were aiming for. We had about a mile of lake between us and the jetty.
We waited about an hour on the beach to see if the wind died down. It didn't. So gramps decided to try and drive across the lake. From there he would hook up The Hook to the truck, then drive around the lake and pick me and Kyle up. Well, as soon as he pulls the boat back into the lake (we had pulled it onto the shore), the waves start breaking over the side of The Hook and began to fill it. So hurriedly me and Kyle cut off the tops of a Gatorade and Lemonade bottle and feverishly bailed while Tom fiddled with the engine. The eingine started, and Tom climbed into the boat and started off. But the wind blew him into an outcrop of rocks, and the boat almost stood straight up for a second before splashing down right side up. Tom drove out for about ten seconds before turning back to the beach. When we asked Tom what was wrong, he said, "The boats filling up too fast! I wouldn't make it halfway out to the lake!" So Tom runs a quick repair check over the boat and finds that the engine had been knocked out of alignment and was wieghing the boat down. So for the next half hour me and Kyle bailed again while Tom fixed The Hook. Eventually we got it and Tom was able to get out into the lake with no problem.
Kyle and I ended up waiting for several hours on the far shore before Tom came up and picked us up. We had been soaked, so Kyle and I took off our shirts and set them on rocks to dry. What we didn't think of, was sunburn. Kyle was hardly scorched, since he has a very dark tan, but I was NOT tan at all, and was as red as a lobster by the time Tom picked us up. To top it all off, as we were driving back around the lake to go home, we encountered a frickin' BEAR running on the road! Thankfully it simply looked at us and walked off the road. Over the rest of the trip, the skin of my entire upper body cracked, oozed pus, and fell off. I tried taking Tylenol PM so that I could sleep at night, but I built up an immunity to it in 3 days. It hurt to move. But it was fun, one of the best trips I've ever had. While we were waiting for Tom on the shore, Kyle and I composed a song, which we entitled "The Ballad of Loon Lake". It details out entire experience, but in an outrageously exaggerated sense (as in, "The waves, they were twenty feet tall!"). Very fun.
C&T, you have a reply.
Gareth, I'm brewing an opposing ship for your pirates... suffices to say it will have something to do with mindflayers.
I. HATE. Him.
I've already received a warning for flaming him, and his idiocy has derailed a pefectly good thread of mine and gotten me close to another warning. If I were to elaborate any further, I'd probably get warned again, so I won't. But my hatred for him runs beyond anything nature ever intended humans to feel.
THAT'S why.
In addition I feel like I have to say this again: learning to control your anger can be very beneficial to you... instead of flaming him report him (in case he breaks the CoC or general dignity rules).
Whew, that bad. Well, I'd say you were overreacting, but this isn't my first time on the internet. Care to show me which thread of yours this is?
I think the thread in question was deleted, actually. Not sure though...
Few people know this man by his true name. Every time he's asked to give a name, he gives a different one. He is always searching for something, but never seems to be able to find it. Likewise, there are always people searching for him. They usually have more luck in their searching than he does. His past is clouded and he does not often talk about it.
For the statistics, he would be equivalent to low-level swashbuckler (approximately), but given the fact that this is diceless roleplaying and he's not a spellcaster, I will probably be playing him realistically rather than by the rules.
If anyone sees any problems, don't hesitate to tell me.
Posting pirate character concept...now:
Few people know this man by his true name. Every time he's asked to give a name, he gives a different one. He is always searching for something, but never seems to be able to find it. Likewise, there are always people searching for him. They usually have more luck in their searching than he does. His past is clouded and he does not often talk about it.
For the statistics, he would be equivalent to low-level swashbuckler (approximately), but given the fact that this is diceless roleplaying and he's not a spellcaster, I will probably be playing him realistically rather than by the rules.
If anyone sees any problems, don't hesitate to tell me.
I like the concept, but I miss the thing he can do. It says nothing of abilities. Is he a skilled fighter, or can he do something special? Just something! Otherwise he might as well be a NPC commoner (to me at least).
The special thing is what defines a character, and the fluff (like background, personality etc) perfects the characters, gives the character life etc.
It's not that I don't like it, as a matter of fact I have planned a NPC bard like that, but he can play guitar at least (I blame this for that idea)
Btw my battle vs Giovanni (Lord Bahamut) needs judging.
And Gareth, have you approved my pirate character?
(She takes the gunsmith role)
Xarallon, you're approved, but if I see you pulling Luck on every last thing, you will be tied, shot, and thrown overboard with a bucket of chum for the Hellsharks.
And check the Tranzoorder Revitalist Movment.
)And I've been looking at the Gleemax stuff and I have to ask... Tha hell? It is really just the recreation of an old godmodding thread I knew months back (Suffice to say, no, they didn't really know how to godmod, it was literally RP with Anime games/FF thrown in. Didn't really have the heart to tell 'em.)
Xarallon, you're approved, but if I see you pulling Luck on every last thing, you will be tied, shot, and thrown overboard with a bucket of chum for the Hellsharks.
I'll (try to) manage...
The most luck will come as blessing in disguise.
I wrote this on my way home from school:
One time while heading home to her gun shop after winning almost 1000 gp, she was assaulted by the very men she had won money. They had their guns ready snt shot at her, but she dodged all three bullets, sort of. She tryed to pull out her own gun, but it got strucked and caused her to fall (hurting hip, but she found a bag with near 6 gp). The fall caused La'Zarrah's gun to fire a bullet, which hit a gun powder barrol, which of cause exploded, killing the three men. La'Zarrah survived with no damage but a minor scratch upon her hip from the fall.
This was one of the times where she was really lucky.
It won't be like all the time.
can I have two regular guns, one big nasty gun and a rifle?
Like this, and this (I just googled pirate gun, but i can't find a big nasty gun)
And I have no problems with those guns, but the tech is up to repeating rifles and revolvers. She'd have to be one badass marksman or she'd be ridiculed every time she stopped to reload those things. It'd be like bringing a musket to a gang war or something :P
Eh, he's already snagged it.
And I have no problems with those guns, but the tech is up to repeating rifles and revolvers. She'd have to be one badass marksman or she'd be ridiculed every time she stopped to reload those things. It'd be like bringing a musket to a gang war or something :P
I didn't know we where at that tech level. Then I wanna update her level. Still two ordinary, one nasty gun, and a rifle.
What tech level have we reached?
They have CHAINGUNS ON DECK. They're at repeating rifles and, sometimes, early machine rifles. They have full-blown revolver pistols. And that's just the "mainstream" stuff. Zach is packing experimental hand-held chainguns. Feel free to experiment, just run it past me first.
Oh yay, and here I am with good ol' fashioned claws and a tail. I feel so uberly-powerful
And check the Tranzoorder Revitalist Movment.
You know, I actually did before you even said that....weird, I know.
I'd ask what the deal with gleemax and tranzoorder is, but the question would likely get me nailed to a piece of wood by various people.
Cog, we're waiting on you in Enworld.
This is officially the Lawful Evil theme song.
I'd ask what the deal with gleemax and tranzoorder is...
Uh oh...
So, this leaves me with two options. The first, if it's acceptable for gideon and sorcen, would be to host the game on the new forums, under general or RP central. If this is unacceptable, though, I completely understand. Other than you guys, I have one place that may be okay (one of the moderators knows me, and I have been there briefly in the past), but that's strictly diceless, so I doubt it would be acceptable.
Basically, if gideon and sorcen have a problem with moving the game (preferably the second copy too) to the new forums, I have one other place to try, which will probably not be okay. If they say no, than I will have to cancel any games that don't fit into either forum, sorry.
here's a
, hope you have a great dayGareth, anger control is only my advice, but since you hadn't replied to it the other time where I mentioned it...
Well, and now the Soulrender brothers enter the place.
Two creatures approach the registration desk. One looks human at first glance, but his unnaturally unnerving gaze and his chains that seems to be a part of his arms betray his supernatural nature. The other creature is a chain golem. To the enteties with more than a century in Baator on their back these are a know sight, the Soulrender brothers. Once one creature, an abnormal Kyton-kin, they were later split up into completely unique creatures. For the last century the chainless kyton has been out of Baator, for which purpose is unknown by the most. "I suppose this is the place to sign up for the battle royal." says the kyton.
Oh, and the decision is in gideon's hands too, since he owns the new site.
Here's your
I have no ranks in perform (sing), so I will leave the singing to others.:D
I just want two ordinary guns to duel-wield, A rifle to snipe with (can it have a scope?), and a last gun, which is should be nasty.
And there where no protest against a protoss character?
I like the concept, but I miss the thing he can do. It says nothing of abilities. Is he a skilled fighter, or can he do something special? Just something! Otherwise he might as well be a NPC commoner (to me at least).
The special thing is what defines a character, and the fluff (like background, personality etc) perfects the characters, gives the character life etc.
It's not that I don't like it, as a matter of fact I have planned a NPC bard like that, but he can play guitar at least (I blame this for that idea)
Skilled fighter? Certainly. But the thing that makes him special is his past. It will surface to create some shocking revelations (Though without much effect on gameplay...I think.)
The movement of your game sounds fine to me, I'd let you do it just to help and it helps that there are characters from the arena in it. So now just wait on Gideon's okay on it, although I'm fairly sure he'd be fine with it.
This was regarding to my question, right (can't tell)?
I'll assume that, because the universe is centered around me (for example all things stops when I sleep or aren't looking:D)
I just assumed the protoss appeared with a "PLUB" (no plane wracking) upon the material plane. He adapts to the new world before he seek battle. Easily winning, he seeks harder battles and comes to Sorcens Baator.
At the registration desk: I long for combat! (not yet, but that how he will enter)
And just now I was reading starcraft unit qoutes and saw there was some for an archon consisting of tassadar and zeratul, when did that happen?
But if so...Tassadar+Zeratul=Copious amounts of ass-kicking. COPIOUS amounts.
No idea...possibly a new unit for Starcraft 2? Unlikely, since Tassadar is dead (running a carrier into the Overmind will do that).
But if so...Tassadar+Zeratul=Copious amounts of ass-kicking. COPIOUS amounts.
Yeah...
I found it here, but neither the wiki to Tassadar or Zeratul mentions it or the word archon.
I just found this.
(Its on the editor, but just as the archon special unit. Pobably cause you need two H.Templar, and Zeratul the next best thing to a second unique.)
Sorry for the delay, I got distracted. Anyway I had no idea what a protoss was so I looked it up and from what I can tell its just some sort of fish thing so go rigth ahead with it.
Protoss is one of the races from StarCraft, but thanks.
Naw, A Tassadar/Zeratul archon has existed as long as SC
(Its on the editor, but just as the archon special unit. Pobably cause you need two H.Templar, and Zeratul the next best thing to a second unique.)
Tassadar is a High Templar and Zeratul is a Dark Templar.
Two High Templars can merge into an Archon, and two Dark Templars can merge into a Dark Archon, but when did High Templar and Dark Templar become able to merge, and into what? "You Win"-Archon?
Well, a Da Archon or an Rk Archon, depending on which order they're in :smallbiggrin:
qoutes
Cleric (OOC): Even the holy guy is banging all the time.
Druid: I'll go find a cat
Monk: He hasn't seen his girlfriend for too long.
Druid to barbarian: I'll illusion you into a naked woman, then you go to the beach and strip.
Cleric: You should thank this guy who picked up your lungs and put them back in place.
Druid: I use my hand of the mage to grasp her boobs
Monk (OOC): The icon wildshape of our driud should be a rabbit.
Cleric (OOC): Even the holy guy is banging all the time.
Druid: I'll go find a cat
Monk: He hasn't seen his girlfriend for too long.
Druid to barbarian: I'll illusion you into a naked woman, then you go to the beach and strip.
Cleric: You should thank this guy who picked up your lungs and put them back in place.
Druid: I use my hand of the mage to grasp her boobs
Monk (OOC): The icon wildshape of our driud should be a rabbit.
And did anyone say you could form the Tassadar/Zeratul archon? You can't. Its just a unique character entry in the map editor. You can put him/them in a game, but not form it/them.
IC:
At the Kyton's words the registrar looks up, eyes narrowed, No,this is where you sign up for getting a tube signed up your nether regions.
Do you people even read the sign?
Sign your name(s) here, or substitute a mark in the applicants own blood. Rust does not count. "
EDIT:
No,this is where you sign up for getting a tube signed up your nether regions.
Do you people even read the sign?
Absolutely brilliant Khael. lol
*sorry*
...final exams. Parents turned off my internet so I could "study." It may happen tonight as well, but I'll get it up if possible.
Sorry for the long delay there :D
. Since Gareth brought up plothook though (good find LG, I completely failed to notice it) I may not have to bug you guys at all. Still, if the average CoC is anything to go by, than the party is a wee bit too evil to be allowed.Eat it, average CoC!
Read that page...
I think I'm in love
Ah well.
I know there was talk about making a port of some kind, but did anyone actually come up with one? If they did, was it included in LG's pirate thread or will it be in an entirely different thread?
I need to know because I don't want to introduce the Blade of Vengeance by attacking the Unbroken Oath.
Gideon, send me your character concept for the cook of the Blade of Vengeance. Also, anyone else who wants to be on the crew should PM me. Otherwise I shall make up my own crewmembers.
Additionally, I'm going to ask to see all submissions for this Blade of Vengance and ask that it follows the level rules for the Oath - 13th level captain, 9th level Officers, 5-6 Crew.
BIC: Ignoring the registrators insult, Nerethos cut a wound on his hand with his chain and draw two chainlinks on the signing contract.
He turns his head towards his brother.
"you have your difficulties writing, and blood is not among the things you possess either. Does it matter is we call that our signature mark, my blood was also yours once afterall"
i wonder if there is some1 how wonna fight agenst me? (i am not so good at english so if i say some´thing wrong please dont be mad at me :P)For the captain, does the +4 ECL of the half-dragon template add onto the 13 levels? So could I have a 9th class level captain (including teh ECL) or a 13th class level captain (ignoring the ECL). Currently, I haven't even statted Melindarra yet.
Ummm, the Half-Dragon Template is a +3 level adjustment. Just thought i'd let you know
What if - WHAT IF - someone here hosted a PbP D&D game and opened it up to the others? Not a first come, first served kind of thing, but something just for the Baatorians unless we couldn't get enough people. C'mon! SOMEONE STEP UP!
Giddy....excited...need...air....just got Frostburn....so..many..ideas!
Gid, get on Yahoo so I can bounce some of these off of you.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!
Anyway give a few more details and I may be interested to run it for you, if you'd like. Unless of course you mean proper stats and all D&D, then I'm afraid I'll have to opt out.
Oh and Gareth, for the moment, I'm with you on the energy bit. Weeee!
1)DM (Or who, to be precise)
2)How many of us care?
3) Hook
4)Sources
And for the record if no-ones actually taking the title yet, no I'm not willing to be in the running for a DM if we did do this. My game-plans go for what looks way-cool and screw the PCs. Playing a Co-DM or something now... Storylines, especially ones involving long-brewing plots are something of a favourite of mine, like the one everyone seems to be helping me, here, with without apparently knowing.
It's only when you have to factor in survival, and player stupidity that I get problems (Example, I could have TPK two ECL 5 PCs, with a CR 1 encounter. With a PC-run ambush. That isn't a joke, but never assume your PCs can't tell arrows don't work on zombies. Even with they embed 6 though the skull and its doesn't slow down. In all seriousness, I probably could have killed them, if I actually tried an even fight.).
AHAHAHAHAHA! Glorious thought! Ideas are screaming through my mind at unholy speeds - I feel so ALIVE!
Wresh vs Dorian
Gideon_Gideonson 04-30-07 11:46 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
As the last combatants clear the field, the great arena doors open and a solitary figure shambles into the stadium. He is nothing special to look at: a tired looking youth with the weight of the world upon his shoulders, and the air of one who is resigned to his fate.
He walks slowly to the center of the arena and sits down in the lotus position, his head bowed and his eyes closed, waiting.
cog_n_taz 05-01-07 04:39 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
OOC
Bets, anyone? Dibs on the guy's liver when he goes down? Anything?
Wresh Haltirak strides forth into the arena, each of the faces that adorn his robes screaming silently in horror, some of the spectators can almost swear that they heard the screaming moan, almost a howl, of his victims. He walks in with his head bowed, yet he is still head and shoulders taller than his opponent.
Staring at the man sitting before him, he speaks in a soft, eerie voice"So, you have come at last. Tell me, mortal, I have no quarrel with you, of that you can be sure. Why, then, do you seek the ire of the Dreamer?"
Gideon_Gideonson 05-01-07 09:28 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian Rike raises his head, but does not turn to face his adversary.
”Greetings, Dreamer. It is good to see you in the physical realms at last.”
His voice is calm and quiet, possessing an almost ethereal quality.
”My visions have been shattered of late. I had all but assumed that your existence was nothing more than a dream; that you were naught but a phantasm created by my addled psyche. Admittedly, given the abstract relationship between perception and reality, this is still a possibility, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt. I will address you as if you are a corporeal being and not some specter brought forth from the depths of my consciousness.”
“That being said, understand this: I seek not to provoke your wrath. I seek not the victory, nor the fame. Truly, I seek little from this confrontation…it is merely a way to distract myself from my thoughts, which, truth to tell, are not often uplifting. One needs some connection to the world, regardless of what that connection is. Can you fault me for that?”
cog_n_taz 05-02-07 02:44 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"So, you know of me? Impressive. In a way, mortal, I am naught but a dream, and the world mine own. I cannot blame your wishes, but..." The Sleeper's voice turns even softer, and slightly mocking."If you think that you will find solace from nightmares in combat with me, Dorian Rike, than you are mistaken."
Black, roiling clouds appear from thin air, encircling Wresh Haltirak , mercifully obscuring him from the vision of all onlookers. Screams and multicoloured lightning rush through the clouds, which slowly expand to fill the entire ring.
"Dearly mistaken."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-02-07 06:39 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian rises, unfolding from his seated position, and slowly turns to meet his foe.
”I know you, Wresh Haltirak. I know what you are. For those of us with the sight, however clouded, find that little escapes our vision."
"And I do seek solace, but solace means different things to each of us, Wresh Haltirak. For some it would mean the end of the dreams...”
He stares deep into the roiling blackness, locking eyes with Wresh as though his sight could penetrate the darkness.
”But for me it simply means a change in their nature. To long have the same ghosts haunted my mind...and I doubt you can do worse than they, although you are welcome to try.”
Dorian spreads his arms slightly, standing open and defenseless before the dream creature.
”I am prepared, and ready to face your power. Can you say the same?”
cog_n_taz 05-05-07 09:54 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
A mocking laugh rings out through the arena ring at Dorian's words, reverberating off the walls, colliding with itself. Eventually, The Bringer of Nightmares addresses Dorian, his voice deep and rumbling.
"You are ready? Many say so, mortal, but none truly are. They think that they fear nothing, that I am nothing but a troublesome whelp to them, to be bent to their will. But none are truly ready..."
The clouds begin to part, and a figure shambles out, but it is not Wresh Haltirak. It is Dorian Rike, bruised, burned and mangled. No man can survive what has been done to this body, and perhaps, he has not.
"They think they brave all, that I am nothing, but even the strongest mind will bend, and a hard will can only bend so far, mortal, before it begins to crack..."
The corpse of Dorian looks up at the sky, making a harsh, guttural, unearthly shriek. Lifting both fists into the air, it begins to flail hysterically at its target.
"And break."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-05-07 10:54 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
As the corpse shambles closer, Dorian raises a hand, palm outward. The animated husk stops dead, freezing in its tracks, and dissolves in a whisp of ashen flakes and violet smoke.
"I am a seer, Wresh Haltirak. I have forseen my end, and this is not it. This is a mere phantasm conjured by you in an attempt to fracture my resolve, and it does not work.”
Dorian takes a step forward, gazing steadily at his foe.
"And I do not imagine that I fear nothing. I am not that delusional. I fear everything, for fear prepares us for the worst, but I do not let my fear weaken my resolve. In this manner I am ready to face the worst with a calm demeanor, and coolness in the face of a crisis is a valuable thing to possess.”
Wresh feels his mental wards peeling slowly back as Dorian stares through him, and a strange feeling descends over the Dreamer, as if someone were scouring his mind.
"The real question here is what do YOU fear...and if you are prepared to face it and triumph. What do you think?”
OOC
Dorian is searching for anything Wresh fears, and thoughts/emotions that can be used against him, since that's mainly how Dorian fights...for now
cog_n_taz 05-06-07 07:06 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"You say that you have seen your end, yet always you will live with one great fear: in the end, you are but a mortal, Dorian Rike, and your visions, your precious visions, could have been misleading you... for your entire life. Your greatest fear is to have no doubt all your life, yet in your last moments, discover that you are wrong."
The Dreamer's mind offers no resistance as his opponent searches through it, but the answer he seeks is spoken to him een before he can discover it: "I fear nothing, mortal. I am fear, and surely no fool will fear themselves?" His answer taken, Dorian notices something, at the edge of the Sleeper's vast mind. A wall, strong as steel before him, bars his way out. He is trapped, his body frozen, as Wresh Haltirak slowly walks toward him, smiling.
Slowly, he reaches out with a thin, clawed hand, and punches through the frail man's chest, ripping out his still-beating heart, crushing it.
Dorian Rike, the seer, falls to the ground, lifeless.
Gideon_Gideonson 05-06-07 09:50 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"I have told you...I fear everything, and, as a result, I trust almost nothing. I know I may be wrong, and I know that I am afraid. But I do not show it. So, Wresh Haltirak...are you affecting my composure? Are you frightening me into giving something away?”
"I leave the decision up to you."
The corpse slowly rolls over, it's chest a mangled and bloody crater. But it's eyes still carry a spark of life, and Dorian Rike stares back at Wresh Haltirak, his eyes mournful and forgiving. And slowly the spark begins to fade and die.
"Tragic."
Dorian steps next to Wresh, hands in his pockets as he looks down on the ruined body.
"But you feel nothing, do you? Do you kill for amusement? Do you attempt to flay the sanity of others for mere pleasure? Why? What makes you do this?"
Dorian reaches out and gently touches Wresh Haltirak's arm, sending sorrow, self-loathing, and guilt flooding into the Dreamer.
"What sort of monster are you, Wresh Haltirak? Look upon yourself and see!"
OOC
Let the mindgames begin :D
cog_n_taz 05-07-07 12:08 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"Does a beast kill for pleasure, mortal? All life must destroy to survive, whether their prey be animals, trees , or minds. My prey is fear, I feed on it, grow from it, wither and die without it. It is on the destruction of the minds of others that I survive, without those who have fear, I am nothing. I must continue to destroy, that I may live, it is what I was made to be, can you fault me for that? "
"There are those, sometimes, who see me as the monster that you do, who attempt to stop me, destroy me, 'save' their brethren. Those few, those precious few, Dorian Rike, are destroyed forever, erased from the memory of the universe... Tell me, if one were to put a knife to your throat, would you not act against them? It is the same for me, I am simply defending myself, as best I can. "
" Truth be told, I am needed by all of you, whatever form I may take. Cowardice, fear, caution, call me what you will, but if no mortal feared anything, if you knew nothing of caution, if you were free of my influence, than you would have slain yourselves long, long ago."
" But you, you have done nothing to anger me, you have merely been placed in battle against me, and I am simply doing what I can, fighting with the few weapons I know. Surely, none but the most prejudiced fools could call me a monster for what I have done? "
The Sleeper stands before his opponent, clearly and intentionally defenseless.
"Accept me for what I am, Dorian rike, and you are indeed a wise man. Slay me now, and the memory shall haunt you forever.
The choice is yours."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-07-07 07:17 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian laughs mournfully.
"No, Dreamer. There is no choice. Whether you are what you say or not, there is one difference between us: I do not kill. Not even to save my own life."
"But we are both enigmas. Meaning within meaning, layer upon layer...does what we say truly reflect what we think? I do not believe it does."
Dorian advances slowly.
"You, however. How would you think? A parasite, instilling fear into a victim and then draining their spirit, tearing their mind away...preying on the weak of the universe...this you give reasons for: you are a predator of minds."
"But you are different. You are not some rapid dog. You are sentient, and you appear to have feelings, however distant. And that makes what you do that much worse."
"Does a wolf know if it's victim is deserving? Of course not. But you have the ability to determine this. And yet you affect the weak-willed most of all. Those who pose no true threat to you, to their fellow beings, or to the universe as a whole."
"You are what you exemplify, Wresh Haltirak. A coward, full of fear at those capable of driving you off. It is for this reason that you focus on the meek."
"Wresh Haltirak, you say you are the embodiment of fear. Well, here am I, naught but a mortal, and yet I stand before you, exposed to you, hiding nothing but my thoughts. You shroud yourself in cloth, showing nothing, obscuring everything to the ourside world. You are afraid."
"I am not one of the defenseless, Wresh Haltirak. I am one who poses a threat...and I am far stronger than any foe you have met so far. Can you bring yourself to face me?"
Reaching out quickly, Dorian grasps the fabric of Wresh's cowl and throws it back, exposing the creature's face.
"Games, Wresh Haltirak. Who are we really? We do not know...but let us meet face to face, and maybe we will both learn something."
cog_n_taz 05-07-07 07:13 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"Not even to save your own life? Than you are not who I thought you to be, Dorian rike. You are naught but a fool. You say a wolf knows not if its victim is deserving, but if it knew, mortal, would it care? If I seeked only those who wronged me, those who were deserving, I would soon starve, there is nothing more to it. Wolves, however, care for the weakness of their prey. They will hunt for the sick, the weak, the injured and the dying. It is the same with me, why should I put myself in danger, when there is no need?"
"I am, as you say, the embodiment of fear. I am what I am, Dorian Rike, and so I feel fear, cowardice, all the names that you brand me with. Is it not common sense to feel fear toward those who can slay you, destroy you forever? You say I am a coward, tell me to show myself, but if you were to see me, you would not live a moment. "
" I have one question for you, mortal: I have done nothing to wrong you, your visions are your own, not anything that I have brought to you. Why, then, do you seek my end so? "
As Dorian's hand shoots out at his cowl, Wresh Haltirak nods in grim acceptance.
"I have no quarrel with you, Dorian, none at all, even now. But if you wish to see my true nature, than there is little I can do to save you. Remember this though, whatever may happen: this is your choice, not mine. You have none to fault for what will happen now. None, but yourself."
The hood is thrown back, dissolving into green mist that surrounds the Many. Beyond it is one, hauntingly familiar face: That of Dorian Rike himself. It smiles ruefully, and suddenly begins to change. First, a black blot appears in the corner of each eye, slowly creeping across until both eyes are covered in inky blackness. Then, slowly, it cries, cries blood. The blood, in turn, drips down into its mouth, and with the first drop, the teeth begin to sharpen.
Quickly, the mouth turns to a ringed sucker-shape, until it resembles nothing more than a lamprey's blood-soaked maw.
Finally, both of Wresh Haltirak's arms begin to bulge, until they burst, serrated blades of bloody bone erupting from them, twitching eerily, all pointing toward Dorian Rike.
"My face shows the worst fear of those who look upon it, and this is what all mortals fear: themselves. Truly, I am not the fountain of fear that you think me to be, I barely need to work at all, when so many can imagine a death that will never be, dread a day never to come. In the end, none of you have anyone to blame but themselves."
The dreamer shakes its mangled head, sighing.
"But now it is too late for words. You have chosen to destroy me, and I sense that little will sway you. You say that I do not care if my victim is deserving, but I gave you a chance, but now... now it is too late."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-07-07 07:27 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian looks at the mangled visage, his head cocked to one side. He looks almost inquisitive. But as to whether the sight disturbs him, none can tell.
"Interesting. I have never seen the like before...but you are mistaken with me. There are things I fear far more than myself..."
He pauses, shaking for a monent, and then recovers himself, and then begins again, speaking almost sharply.
"Tell me something, Dreamer. How do you think? You see, although I would not kill another to save my own life, I am not the fool you make me out to be. I will be honest with you: you respond in interesting ways, and I am hard pressed to find an opening. I seek not to destroy you, although I seek to emerge unscathed, as do you, I assume. I merely sought a weak point, sought to incite some emotion, as rage and overconfidence are as open doors to me. But you, for all my provocation, show neither..."
OOC
This is truly unique...the first battle fought without either combatant actually striking the other physically, and hardly using magic at all...all mindgames, until someone finds a weak spot. I love this! :D
cog_n_taz 05-08-07 01:18 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
" I can no more explain my thoughts than you your own, mortal. None truly know their own thoughts,though they may think so, And this is the case with you, too. You think there are things you fear more than yourself, yet in the end, those fears are born from your mind, created from nothing but yourself, dredged from the depths of your thoughts, never seen by you.
I feel little emotion, Dorian Rike, those of my kind are created to be what they are, no more, and so have no emotion but that which they embody, and seldom even that. "
The Dreamer sighs and bows its terrible head.
"In the end, dorian, my kind are less than beasts. We have not their emotions, or your freedom, we are nothing but pawns, pawns with the minds to recognize ourselves for what we are."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-08-07 01:27 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"So you truly are only a creature of fear...and instilling something else into you would...I wonder..."
Dorian touches a finger gently to his temple, brings it before his lips, and laughs quietly, blowing outward across his hand toward Wresh Haltirak.
"Joy, Wresh. Joy. Hard for me to conjure up these days, but it is worth the loss to see what happens to you."
cog_n_taz 05-08-07 01:43 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
NO.
The Dreamer's hand whips around, knocking Dorian to the ground.
"That was for you, you fool! For you, and for the world. If I allowed you to do that, I would have become the monster you had thought me to be before, I would have joy, to be sure. I would take joy and solace in destroying the sanity of others. No longer would I destroy only to sustain myself, but merely for sport, for my own amusement, do you see now why I have stopped you? "
Gideon_Gideonson 05-08-07 01:55 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"Yes."
Dorian looks up from the ground.
"But that's not going to stop me."
Dorian Rike stands up, slightly dazed from the blow, and walks forward, pressing his hands against Wresh Haltirak's temples. And he begins to shake, tears streaming from his eyes, as his small reserves of happiness and joy flow from his mind, through his fingertips, and into the Dreamer. All the Dreamer's defenses are overcome in a single instant, as sheer joy rushes through him for the first time.
cog_n_taz 05-08-07 06:31 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
The sleeper's expression is first one of shock, then grim acceptance. He holds his thin arms out to the arena, and each and every one of the spectators is flooded with joy, drifting through pleasant daydreams. The terrible visage of the Dreamer, however, holds no such happiness. His figure, already gaunt, starts to fade, dissolving into smoke at the fringes.
"So it has come to this, than, Dorian. Very well, I shall tell you the enormity of what you have done. My kind, mortal, have no choice at all. We cannot become that which we are not, it slays us almost immediately, leaving us in the darkest depths of oblivion, erasing us from the memory of the very universe. You have forced me to... to change, to become something that I am not, was never meant to be. My time is limited, soon I shall vanish, and you shall not even remember me, for the whole world will become free of my influence and existence. All mortals will suffer from my death, mortal, and they shall have you to blame for it."
As the Many fades even further from view, his cloak dissolving into green smoke, Dorian finds his visions, his terrible fears and visions that have haunted him all this time, vanishing.
"The only punishment that I can inflict upon you for your acts is this: for an eternity, you shall remember what you have done to me, to the world, on this day. This memory, Dorian Rike, shall haunt you forever."
The dreamer stares at the man before him, not in rage, but with a look of sad regret.
"This is my last day, Dorian, the end of all fears. Bask in the glory of your foolish act!"
And he is gone.
Gideon_Gideonson 05-08-07 04:37 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian Rike stands motionless throughout Wresh's speech, his eyes closed and his hands hanging limply at his side. As Wresh's form vanishes from sight, Dorian's head snaps up, his eyes opening suddenly.
"There!"
And slowly, majestically, Dorian Rike falls forward, collapsing on the arena floor, one word slipping from his lips.
"Fooled..."
cog_n_taz 05-08-07 07:20 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
A primordial, guttural howl, the first great fear in the world, shakes Dorian off his feet as he tries to cast his spell. Green smoke rolls over the entire arena ring, and eventually seeps into the earth, together with a deep rumbling, as thunder below the ground. Slowly, the earth begins to shake, and large clumps of earth, stones and worms tear themselves from it with unearthly screams, slowly, but surely forming into the one shape humans have feared longer than any other.
"My kind cannot change their nature, mortal,but I am above them."
The great stone wolf before Dorian seems curiously alive. The worms that compose it give it an eerie fur, and jagged rocks make a maw. In the stead of eyes, a pair of small, green gems glint. Howling once more toward the Baatorian air, the wolf bounds forward, slavering jaws open, clawing and biting at Dorian.
But this time, the pain is real.
Gideon_Gideonson 05-08-07 08:27 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian's body lies there, unmoving, as the beast attacks, and his blood begins to flow steadily. But then Wresh feels some force driving him away from his victim, wrenching muscles from his control, pulling his rending claws from Dorian's defenseless body...
Hello again, Wresh Haltirak.
Dorian Rike's thoughts ring out in Wresh's mind, and the Dreamer realizes something is very, very wrong.
cog_n_taz 05-11-07 02:44 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"So... you think that you are my master, you have entered my mind... very well, few wish to do what you have, but I shall allow you. When your life is erased from this world, remember that you have brought this unto yourself."
The arena begins to waver, become insubstantial, as a bank of mist fills their view. All seems as normal, but a gut feeling tells Dorian that something has changed. The arena is still there, yet it is insubstantial, unreal, while the Dreamer seems firmer than anything else in this strange place.
"This is my domain, mortal. This is my mind, my plane, where the worst fears of the world become a reality. Where you, Dorian Rike, are naught but a dream... this is not your place, mortal, but you have chosen to come to this place, and I shall not deny you. Come, I am ready."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-11-07 07:29 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian steps forward, pushing the mist aside as his all-to-substantial form moves toward Wresh Haltirak.
"I, but a dream? Dreamer, you almost make me laugh...in the material world I am but a shadow of myself, locked in my physical form. But here, even in your mind..."
Dorian suddenly unfolds, standing up twice as tall as before, and the mists retreat from his body as he continues his advance. Whisps of shadowy substance curl off him, and his eyes are dark spheres, with something just visible inside...the spiraling arms of galaxies...yet something more as well.
"...I am strong."
cog_n_taz 05-15-07 03:47 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"This world, Dorian Rike, is naught but mine own dream, and I, in turn, the sum of this world's nightmares. All things in this world are a waking dream to me, beyond my control, yet so close. One mind cannot create another without itself becoming part of it... and thus I and the world are locked together, trapped in the dreams of the other. But you... you intrigue me. You do not seem to be of this world, and you have endured visions worse than any mortal could, you speak of being trapped in a physical body, yet one of your power need not be bound to such things. Tell me, Dorian Rike.. "
Any semblance of the arena vanishes, replaced by one, endless mist-filled corridor. Each panel of the floor, each part of the ceiling, every section of the wall, all unite as a thousand great mirrors, mimicking his every move. Yet each one is slightly different, mimicking him, and yet not. From each image radiates a malign intelligence.
And then, as one, they turn on him.
A thousand stares are upon him, a thousand stares from his very own eyes. Each one looks on, seemingly piercing his soul with their glare, looking through, even beyond him.
"Tell me this, Dorian Rike, what are you?"
Gideon_Gideonson 05-15-07 08:57 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian stares back impassively, and somehow, impossibly, the mirror images turn and hide from his gaze, desperate to avoid his sight.
"What I am is no mystery, Dreamer. I am mortal. I am human. But I am also a Nueromancer, or Psychomancer, if you prefer. And this is my realm as much as it is yours. You are a creature of dreams and nightmares...but I am a creature of thought and consciousness. And the mind is my domain.
cog_n_taz 05-21-07 01:04 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"So, you consider yourself my equal...my superior, perhaps, in my own domain? You think yourself to be sovereign over myself and my domain? "
The images turn from his gaze, yet even as they turn their back on Dorian, their forms swell and burst into a thousand eyes, covering them entirely. In each eye is a small blue flame, glinting with a great and familiar power, something stolen from him, leaving a hole too great for any other thing to fill.
In each eye burns a fragment of his stolen soul.
"Than you are naught but a fool, Dorian Rike, a fool unworthy of my mercy."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-21-07 03:41 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
The Dreamer's eyes begin to smolder and burn as the flame intensifies, spilling out of his eye-sockets and filling the surrounding air. A figure cloaked in blue fire steps from the burning cloud and raises a flaming hand, turning it over and over, watching it's own movement.
"Listen to yourself, Dreamer."
Wresh hears his own words thrown against him, although it is the burning figure's mouth that moves.
So, you consider yourself my equal...my superior, perhaps, in my own domain? You think yourself to be sovereign over myself and my domain?
The flames begin to die down, leaving Dorian standing, naked, before Wresh, his clothes stripped away by his transformation.
"I do not assume things, Dreamer. I said this is my realm as well as yours; that I am a creature of thought, and that the mind is my domain. Never did I assume to be greater than you...that remains to be seen."
"You cannot steal my soul from me, for I do not believe in such things. To do so would require a belief that there is something I cannot walk to through the mind, and I have yet to find it. Belief is strong...it shapes who we are, and how we think. There is nothing you can steal from me, Wresh Haltirak, unless you can steal my thoughts, for I have no soul. Or, I suppose, I AM my soul. Either way, whatever you believe, you cannot separate my thoughts from my being."
Dorian looks around the desolate mindscape, shaking his head.
"And you call me a fool based on the words you place before me. And you delude yourself into thinking as such. Still, your thoughts are hidden behind a mist of your own creation, so it is fitting that your opinion be clouded by your perception. Come, Wresh Haltirak..."
The mists spin and swirl, darkening and then fading away, until the two combatants stand in blackness as far as the eye can see.
"...and let me show you a mind unclouded!"
With a sound like the birth of creation, a soft white light creeps out of the blackness, banishing the last of the clinging mists. Before the pair floats an immense galaxy, spiral arms spinning and turning majestically in the empty blackness. Each star is a point of brilliant light, shining strong against the dark surrounding them. And to Wresh Haltirak, the scene is startlingly familiar...he last saw it reflected in Dorian's eyes.
cog_n_taz 05-23-07 06:38 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"A mind unclouded, you say, but even that is but an illusion, mortal. None can ever claim clarity of mind, indeed, they would be fools to do so, for none can judge themselves. And if my mind is as clouded as you say, than it is nothing you can fault me for. I was born from the thoughts of the creatures of the world, their mind is mine, and theirs, in turn my mind. So, Dorian Rike, any fog you see in mine own thoughts are not of my own creation, but made by those who created all else that I am. You cannot judge either of us, for all you see is clouded by your perception, and I, in turn, cannot judge you, for my perception is far from perfect, as is yours."
The Dreamer reaches out to grasp his opponent by the throat, his long, thin clawed hands tightening around his neck.
"When I first met you, Dorian rike, I thought you to be a wise man indeed. Yet by what you have said to me, you have taught me one, and only one thing. Perception can mislead, for you are far from what I thought to be. I will tolerate no more words without wisdom from you, fool. Leave now, and you shall leave with your life. Insult me once more, and you shall know my wrath."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-23-07 06:31 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"Then show me your wrath, Dreamer! If it is as strong as your inability to see the truth, it must be terrible indeed!"
cog_n_taz 05-24-07 05:18 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"There is a time for all things, mortal, and now is the time to end this charade. Now is the time for you to die, and when you do, none shall mourn for you, for in the minds of those who knew you, you will have never been."
Thick, black, oily smoke fills the mindscape, and writhing tentacles and claws lash out from it, accompanied by a maddening gibbering. Flames creep around him, charring his skin, yet they burn with no heat, but a clammy, wet cold. Soon, insects swarm around him, devouring him, surrounding him with chittering sounds that mingle with the gibbering of the smoke, painful to his ears. Through all this, needles pierce the seer, inflicting terrible, almost unbearable pain upon him.
And then, as suddenly as it started, it is over.
The smoke, the claws, the maggots, the flame, the needles, all vanish in an instant, and Dorian Rike feels himself being lifted up into the air.
Soon, he finds himself staring into the face of the Sleeper, yet he seems to be but the size of an insect, or perhaps it is his opponent, staring at him with eyes that blaze with hatred and fury, who has grown. A green, bone-thin hand tightens around him, cutting into him with great claws.
Suddenly, a great rumbling sound fills the air, filling Dorian's mind with a terrible pain. The mindscape seems to buckle under the force of the Many's attacks... and something appears in the corner of the mindscape.
A crack.
Gideon_Gideonson 05-24-07 06:59 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian's eyes spin wildly in their sockets, searching in vain for some relief from the pain, but finding none. Against all his efforts, his mouth opens in a silent scream which somehow echoes across the entire dark world. And then his body falls, disintegrating into nothing but tiny sparks, which all to soon fade and die. As the last few vanish from sight, the mindscape fractures, great rents blasting the walls apart, until naught but the galaxy remains, floating in an endless void of stars...
It is in that moment, when Wresh Haltirak is torn between his dying rage and his growing triumph, that something goes horrible, horribly wrong. From the center of the swirling nexus of stars comes a dark light, expanding and swelling, engulfing everything in it's path. Try though he might, the Dreamer cannot twist away, nor can he break through the barrier of the mindscape...and the light crashes over him like a tidalwave.
For an instant, all is still in the darkness, save for the slow progression of the swirling spiral arms of the galaxy. And then, for Wresh Haltirak, time begins again.
Memories rush before him in a flood...every single event of his life is thrown before him in a single instant that lasts an eternity. His mind is forced open, scoured through in that fleeting second, recorded somewhere within the cloud of stars...and then he is back. But something is missing.
Try though he might, Wresh Haltirak can no longer remember who he is.
Spoiler:
This to much for you? I can tone it down a bit...but it's what Dorian would do to an opponent, and could do, even in that short a time-frame. Can you work with this, or should I re-think his move?
By the way...also note that Dorian's in a bad spot at the moment...his consciousness is floating around some...place. If you can guess what that place is, feel free to use it...but Wresh probably wouldn't have seen it before, as I doubt he travels in the collective consciousness of being much. He seems more "up close and personal" than that.
cog_n_taz 05-25-07 08:34 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
No
Slowly but surely, the Sleeper's form begins to dissolve, and Wresh Haltirak falls to his knees, gasping in pain. Shrouded in the green mist that most of his form has already become, he kneels on the ground, knowing nothing, not even his name. Nothing but pain.
And then, suddenly, in his last moments, a perfect clarity returns to his eyes.
"Very well, mortal, I am beaten. For my kind, our memories shape what we are, and if we lose our identity, even for a moment, we are destroyed. I shall return before my influence on this world is wiped out, but until then, I shall be forced to lie in the darkest pits of the abyss, condemned for my percieved evil.
This time, Dorian Rike, you have won. But I shall not be banished to the hells for long, and wehn I return, there shall be but one thing I shall seek before all others."
The last of his form crumbles as his long banishment begins, whatever soul he may have had sucked into the abyss. At that moment, a terrible, furious roar is unleashed, and what little was left of the shattered mindscape starts to fade, perhaps forever, or perhaps, like all else the seer has shown, it is but an illusion. It seems that the Dreamer, the Sleeper, the Many, Wresh Haltirak, the bringer of nightmares, has finally entered a long, dreamless sleep.
"Vengeance."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-25-07 03:48 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
In Sorcen's Baator, the two motionless bodies lie side-by-side on the arena floor. As the audience watches, Wresh Haltirak slowly fades from sight. It has been exactly twenty-five seconds for the devils thronging the stands.
As Wresh vanishes from the arena, the outcome of the fight becomes clear...but Dorian Rike does not rise to acknowledge the crowd. Sensing something wrong, the arena medics rush onto the field...only to find the seer unresponsive and unthinking, his eyes solid white and soulless, though his body is still alive.
There is no sign that Dorian Rike was ever a sentient being...save for a single dying whisper heard in the minds of the most sensitive devils...
Where are you, Charles?
OOC
Yes...this gave me the perfect chance for some, as Gareth puts it, plot Voodoo in the Nexus :D
Gideon_Gideonson 04-30-07 11:46 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
As the last combatants clear the field, the great arena doors open and a solitary figure shambles into the stadium. He is nothing special to look at: a tired looking youth with the weight of the world upon his shoulders, and the air of one who is resigned to his fate.
He walks slowly to the center of the arena and sits down in the lotus position, his head bowed and his eyes closed, waiting.
cog_n_taz 05-01-07 04:39 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
OOC
Bets, anyone? Dibs on the guy's liver when he goes down? Anything?
Wresh Haltirak strides forth into the arena, each of the faces that adorn his robes screaming silently in horror, some of the spectators can almost swear that they heard the screaming moan, almost a howl, of his victims. He walks in with his head bowed, yet he is still head and shoulders taller than his opponent.
Staring at the man sitting before him, he speaks in a soft, eerie voice"So, you have come at last. Tell me, mortal, I have no quarrel with you, of that you can be sure. Why, then, do you seek the ire of the Dreamer?"
Gideon_Gideonson 05-01-07 09:28 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian Rike raises his head, but does not turn to face his adversary.
”Greetings, Dreamer. It is good to see you in the physical realms at last.”
His voice is calm and quiet, possessing an almost ethereal quality.
”My visions have been shattered of late. I had all but assumed that your existence was nothing more than a dream; that you were naught but a phantasm created by my addled psyche. Admittedly, given the abstract relationship between perception and reality, this is still a possibility, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt. I will address you as if you are a corporeal being and not some specter brought forth from the depths of my consciousness.”
“That being said, understand this: I seek not to provoke your wrath. I seek not the victory, nor the fame. Truly, I seek little from this confrontation…it is merely a way to distract myself from my thoughts, which, truth to tell, are not often uplifting. One needs some connection to the world, regardless of what that connection is. Can you fault me for that?”
cog_n_taz 05-02-07 02:44 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"So, you know of me? Impressive. In a way, mortal, I am naught but a dream, and the world mine own. I cannot blame your wishes, but..." The Sleeper's voice turns even softer, and slightly mocking."If you think that you will find solace from nightmares in combat with me, Dorian Rike, than you are mistaken."
Black, roiling clouds appear from thin air, encircling Wresh Haltirak , mercifully obscuring him from the vision of all onlookers. Screams and multicoloured lightning rush through the clouds, which slowly expand to fill the entire ring.
"Dearly mistaken."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-02-07 06:39 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian rises, unfolding from his seated position, and slowly turns to meet his foe.
”I know you, Wresh Haltirak. I know what you are. For those of us with the sight, however clouded, find that little escapes our vision."
"And I do seek solace, but solace means different things to each of us, Wresh Haltirak. For some it would mean the end of the dreams...”
He stares deep into the roiling blackness, locking eyes with Wresh as though his sight could penetrate the darkness.
”But for me it simply means a change in their nature. To long have the same ghosts haunted my mind...and I doubt you can do worse than they, although you are welcome to try.”
Dorian spreads his arms slightly, standing open and defenseless before the dream creature.
”I am prepared, and ready to face your power. Can you say the same?”
cog_n_taz 05-05-07 09:54 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
A mocking laugh rings out through the arena ring at Dorian's words, reverberating off the walls, colliding with itself. Eventually, The Bringer of Nightmares addresses Dorian, his voice deep and rumbling.
"You are ready? Many say so, mortal, but none truly are. They think that they fear nothing, that I am nothing but a troublesome whelp to them, to be bent to their will. But none are truly ready..."
The clouds begin to part, and a figure shambles out, but it is not Wresh Haltirak. It is Dorian Rike, bruised, burned and mangled. No man can survive what has been done to this body, and perhaps, he has not.
"They think they brave all, that I am nothing, but even the strongest mind will bend, and a hard will can only bend so far, mortal, before it begins to crack..."
The corpse of Dorian looks up at the sky, making a harsh, guttural, unearthly shriek. Lifting both fists into the air, it begins to flail hysterically at its target.
"And break."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-05-07 10:54 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
As the corpse shambles closer, Dorian raises a hand, palm outward. The animated husk stops dead, freezing in its tracks, and dissolves in a whisp of ashen flakes and violet smoke.
"I am a seer, Wresh Haltirak. I have forseen my end, and this is not it. This is a mere phantasm conjured by you in an attempt to fracture my resolve, and it does not work.”
Dorian takes a step forward, gazing steadily at his foe.
"And I do not imagine that I fear nothing. I am not that delusional. I fear everything, for fear prepares us for the worst, but I do not let my fear weaken my resolve. In this manner I am ready to face the worst with a calm demeanor, and coolness in the face of a crisis is a valuable thing to possess.”
Wresh feels his mental wards peeling slowly back as Dorian stares through him, and a strange feeling descends over the Dreamer, as if someone were scouring his mind.
"The real question here is what do YOU fear...and if you are prepared to face it and triumph. What do you think?”
OOC
Dorian is searching for anything Wresh fears, and thoughts/emotions that can be used against him, since that's mainly how Dorian fights...for now
cog_n_taz 05-06-07 07:06 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"You say that you have seen your end, yet always you will live with one great fear: in the end, you are but a mortal, Dorian Rike, and your visions, your precious visions, could have been misleading you... for your entire life. Your greatest fear is to have no doubt all your life, yet in your last moments, discover that you are wrong."
The Dreamer's mind offers no resistance as his opponent searches through it, but the answer he seeks is spoken to him een before he can discover it: "I fear nothing, mortal. I am fear, and surely no fool will fear themselves?" His answer taken, Dorian notices something, at the edge of the Sleeper's vast mind. A wall, strong as steel before him, bars his way out. He is trapped, his body frozen, as Wresh Haltirak slowly walks toward him, smiling.
Slowly, he reaches out with a thin, clawed hand, and punches through the frail man's chest, ripping out his still-beating heart, crushing it.
Dorian Rike, the seer, falls to the ground, lifeless.
Gideon_Gideonson 05-06-07 09:50 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"I have told you...I fear everything, and, as a result, I trust almost nothing. I know I may be wrong, and I know that I am afraid. But I do not show it. So, Wresh Haltirak...are you affecting my composure? Are you frightening me into giving something away?”
"I leave the decision up to you."
The corpse slowly rolls over, it's chest a mangled and bloody crater. But it's eyes still carry a spark of life, and Dorian Rike stares back at Wresh Haltirak, his eyes mournful and forgiving. And slowly the spark begins to fade and die.
"Tragic."
Dorian steps next to Wresh, hands in his pockets as he looks down on the ruined body.
"But you feel nothing, do you? Do you kill for amusement? Do you attempt to flay the sanity of others for mere pleasure? Why? What makes you do this?"
Dorian reaches out and gently touches Wresh Haltirak's arm, sending sorrow, self-loathing, and guilt flooding into the Dreamer.
"What sort of monster are you, Wresh Haltirak? Look upon yourself and see!"
OOC
Let the mindgames begin :D
cog_n_taz 05-07-07 12:08 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"Does a beast kill for pleasure, mortal? All life must destroy to survive, whether their prey be animals, trees , or minds. My prey is fear, I feed on it, grow from it, wither and die without it. It is on the destruction of the minds of others that I survive, without those who have fear, I am nothing. I must continue to destroy, that I may live, it is what I was made to be, can you fault me for that? "
"There are those, sometimes, who see me as the monster that you do, who attempt to stop me, destroy me, 'save' their brethren. Those few, those precious few, Dorian Rike, are destroyed forever, erased from the memory of the universe... Tell me, if one were to put a knife to your throat, would you not act against them? It is the same for me, I am simply defending myself, as best I can. "
" Truth be told, I am needed by all of you, whatever form I may take. Cowardice, fear, caution, call me what you will, but if no mortal feared anything, if you knew nothing of caution, if you were free of my influence, than you would have slain yourselves long, long ago."
" But you, you have done nothing to anger me, you have merely been placed in battle against me, and I am simply doing what I can, fighting with the few weapons I know. Surely, none but the most prejudiced fools could call me a monster for what I have done? "
The Sleeper stands before his opponent, clearly and intentionally defenseless.
"Accept me for what I am, Dorian rike, and you are indeed a wise man. Slay me now, and the memory shall haunt you forever.
The choice is yours."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-07-07 07:17 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian laughs mournfully.
"No, Dreamer. There is no choice. Whether you are what you say or not, there is one difference between us: I do not kill. Not even to save my own life."
"But we are both enigmas. Meaning within meaning, layer upon layer...does what we say truly reflect what we think? I do not believe it does."
Dorian advances slowly.
"You, however. How would you think? A parasite, instilling fear into a victim and then draining their spirit, tearing their mind away...preying on the weak of the universe...this you give reasons for: you are a predator of minds."
"But you are different. You are not some rapid dog. You are sentient, and you appear to have feelings, however distant. And that makes what you do that much worse."
"Does a wolf know if it's victim is deserving? Of course not. But you have the ability to determine this. And yet you affect the weak-willed most of all. Those who pose no true threat to you, to their fellow beings, or to the universe as a whole."
"You are what you exemplify, Wresh Haltirak. A coward, full of fear at those capable of driving you off. It is for this reason that you focus on the meek."
"Wresh Haltirak, you say you are the embodiment of fear. Well, here am I, naught but a mortal, and yet I stand before you, exposed to you, hiding nothing but my thoughts. You shroud yourself in cloth, showing nothing, obscuring everything to the ourside world. You are afraid."
"I am not one of the defenseless, Wresh Haltirak. I am one who poses a threat...and I am far stronger than any foe you have met so far. Can you bring yourself to face me?"
Reaching out quickly, Dorian grasps the fabric of Wresh's cowl and throws it back, exposing the creature's face.
"Games, Wresh Haltirak. Who are we really? We do not know...but let us meet face to face, and maybe we will both learn something."
cog_n_taz 05-07-07 07:13 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"Not even to save your own life? Than you are not who I thought you to be, Dorian rike. You are naught but a fool. You say a wolf knows not if its victim is deserving, but if it knew, mortal, would it care? If I seeked only those who wronged me, those who were deserving, I would soon starve, there is nothing more to it. Wolves, however, care for the weakness of their prey. They will hunt for the sick, the weak, the injured and the dying. It is the same with me, why should I put myself in danger, when there is no need?"
"I am, as you say, the embodiment of fear. I am what I am, Dorian Rike, and so I feel fear, cowardice, all the names that you brand me with. Is it not common sense to feel fear toward those who can slay you, destroy you forever? You say I am a coward, tell me to show myself, but if you were to see me, you would not live a moment. "
" I have one question for you, mortal: I have done nothing to wrong you, your visions are your own, not anything that I have brought to you. Why, then, do you seek my end so? "
As Dorian's hand shoots out at his cowl, Wresh Haltirak nods in grim acceptance.
"I have no quarrel with you, Dorian, none at all, even now. But if you wish to see my true nature, than there is little I can do to save you. Remember this though, whatever may happen: this is your choice, not mine. You have none to fault for what will happen now. None, but yourself."
The hood is thrown back, dissolving into green mist that surrounds the Many. Beyond it is one, hauntingly familiar face: That of Dorian Rike himself. It smiles ruefully, and suddenly begins to change. First, a black blot appears in the corner of each eye, slowly creeping across until both eyes are covered in inky blackness. Then, slowly, it cries, cries blood. The blood, in turn, drips down into its mouth, and with the first drop, the teeth begin to sharpen.
Quickly, the mouth turns to a ringed sucker-shape, until it resembles nothing more than a lamprey's blood-soaked maw.
Finally, both of Wresh Haltirak's arms begin to bulge, until they burst, serrated blades of bloody bone erupting from them, twitching eerily, all pointing toward Dorian Rike.
"My face shows the worst fear of those who look upon it, and this is what all mortals fear: themselves. Truly, I am not the fountain of fear that you think me to be, I barely need to work at all, when so many can imagine a death that will never be, dread a day never to come. In the end, none of you have anyone to blame but themselves."
The dreamer shakes its mangled head, sighing.
"But now it is too late for words. You have chosen to destroy me, and I sense that little will sway you. You say that I do not care if my victim is deserving, but I gave you a chance, but now... now it is too late."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-07-07 07:27 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian looks at the mangled visage, his head cocked to one side. He looks almost inquisitive. But as to whether the sight disturbs him, none can tell.
"Interesting. I have never seen the like before...but you are mistaken with me. There are things I fear far more than myself..."
He pauses, shaking for a monent, and then recovers himself, and then begins again, speaking almost sharply.
"Tell me something, Dreamer. How do you think? You see, although I would not kill another to save my own life, I am not the fool you make me out to be. I will be honest with you: you respond in interesting ways, and I am hard pressed to find an opening. I seek not to destroy you, although I seek to emerge unscathed, as do you, I assume. I merely sought a weak point, sought to incite some emotion, as rage and overconfidence are as open doors to me. But you, for all my provocation, show neither..."
OOC
This is truly unique...the first battle fought without either combatant actually striking the other physically, and hardly using magic at all...all mindgames, until someone finds a weak spot. I love this! :D
cog_n_taz 05-08-07 01:18 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
" I can no more explain my thoughts than you your own, mortal. None truly know their own thoughts,though they may think so, And this is the case with you, too. You think there are things you fear more than yourself, yet in the end, those fears are born from your mind, created from nothing but yourself, dredged from the depths of your thoughts, never seen by you.
I feel little emotion, Dorian Rike, those of my kind are created to be what they are, no more, and so have no emotion but that which they embody, and seldom even that. "
The Dreamer sighs and bows its terrible head.
"In the end, dorian, my kind are less than beasts. We have not their emotions, or your freedom, we are nothing but pawns, pawns with the minds to recognize ourselves for what we are."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-08-07 01:27 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"So you truly are only a creature of fear...and instilling something else into you would...I wonder..."
Dorian touches a finger gently to his temple, brings it before his lips, and laughs quietly, blowing outward across his hand toward Wresh Haltirak.
"Joy, Wresh. Joy. Hard for me to conjure up these days, but it is worth the loss to see what happens to you."
cog_n_taz 05-08-07 01:43 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
NO.
The Dreamer's hand whips around, knocking Dorian to the ground.
"That was for you, you fool! For you, and for the world. If I allowed you to do that, I would have become the monster you had thought me to be before, I would have joy, to be sure. I would take joy and solace in destroying the sanity of others. No longer would I destroy only to sustain myself, but merely for sport, for my own amusement, do you see now why I have stopped you? "
Gideon_Gideonson 05-08-07 01:55 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"Yes."
Dorian looks up from the ground.
"But that's not going to stop me."
Dorian Rike stands up, slightly dazed from the blow, and walks forward, pressing his hands against Wresh Haltirak's temples. And he begins to shake, tears streaming from his eyes, as his small reserves of happiness and joy flow from his mind, through his fingertips, and into the Dreamer. All the Dreamer's defenses are overcome in a single instant, as sheer joy rushes through him for the first time.
cog_n_taz 05-08-07 06:31 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
The sleeper's expression is first one of shock, then grim acceptance. He holds his thin arms out to the arena, and each and every one of the spectators is flooded with joy, drifting through pleasant daydreams. The terrible visage of the Dreamer, however, holds no such happiness. His figure, already gaunt, starts to fade, dissolving into smoke at the fringes.
"So it has come to this, than, Dorian. Very well, I shall tell you the enormity of what you have done. My kind, mortal, have no choice at all. We cannot become that which we are not, it slays us almost immediately, leaving us in the darkest depths of oblivion, erasing us from the memory of the very universe. You have forced me to... to change, to become something that I am not, was never meant to be. My time is limited, soon I shall vanish, and you shall not even remember me, for the whole world will become free of my influence and existence. All mortals will suffer from my death, mortal, and they shall have you to blame for it."
As the Many fades even further from view, his cloak dissolving into green smoke, Dorian finds his visions, his terrible fears and visions that have haunted him all this time, vanishing.
"The only punishment that I can inflict upon you for your acts is this: for an eternity, you shall remember what you have done to me, to the world, on this day. This memory, Dorian Rike, shall haunt you forever."
The dreamer stares at the man before him, not in rage, but with a look of sad regret.
"This is my last day, Dorian, the end of all fears. Bask in the glory of your foolish act!"
And he is gone.
Gideon_Gideonson 05-08-07 04:37 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian Rike stands motionless throughout Wresh's speech, his eyes closed and his hands hanging limply at his side. As Wresh's form vanishes from sight, Dorian's head snaps up, his eyes opening suddenly.
"There!"
And slowly, majestically, Dorian Rike falls forward, collapsing on the arena floor, one word slipping from his lips.
"Fooled..."
cog_n_taz 05-08-07 07:20 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
A primordial, guttural howl, the first great fear in the world, shakes Dorian off his feet as he tries to cast his spell. Green smoke rolls over the entire arena ring, and eventually seeps into the earth, together with a deep rumbling, as thunder below the ground. Slowly, the earth begins to shake, and large clumps of earth, stones and worms tear themselves from it with unearthly screams, slowly, but surely forming into the one shape humans have feared longer than any other.
"My kind cannot change their nature, mortal,but I am above them."
The great stone wolf before Dorian seems curiously alive. The worms that compose it give it an eerie fur, and jagged rocks make a maw. In the stead of eyes, a pair of small, green gems glint. Howling once more toward the Baatorian air, the wolf bounds forward, slavering jaws open, clawing and biting at Dorian.
But this time, the pain is real.
Gideon_Gideonson 05-08-07 08:27 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian's body lies there, unmoving, as the beast attacks, and his blood begins to flow steadily. But then Wresh feels some force driving him away from his victim, wrenching muscles from his control, pulling his rending claws from Dorian's defenseless body...
Hello again, Wresh Haltirak.
Dorian Rike's thoughts ring out in Wresh's mind, and the Dreamer realizes something is very, very wrong.
cog_n_taz 05-11-07 02:44 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"So... you think that you are my master, you have entered my mind... very well, few wish to do what you have, but I shall allow you. When your life is erased from this world, remember that you have brought this unto yourself."
The arena begins to waver, become insubstantial, as a bank of mist fills their view. All seems as normal, but a gut feeling tells Dorian that something has changed. The arena is still there, yet it is insubstantial, unreal, while the Dreamer seems firmer than anything else in this strange place.
"This is my domain, mortal. This is my mind, my plane, where the worst fears of the world become a reality. Where you, Dorian Rike, are naught but a dream... this is not your place, mortal, but you have chosen to come to this place, and I shall not deny you. Come, I am ready."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-11-07 07:29 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian steps forward, pushing the mist aside as his all-to-substantial form moves toward Wresh Haltirak.
"I, but a dream? Dreamer, you almost make me laugh...in the material world I am but a shadow of myself, locked in my physical form. But here, even in your mind..."
Dorian suddenly unfolds, standing up twice as tall as before, and the mists retreat from his body as he continues his advance. Whisps of shadowy substance curl off him, and his eyes are dark spheres, with something just visible inside...the spiraling arms of galaxies...yet something more as well.
"...I am strong."
cog_n_taz 05-15-07 03:47 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"This world, Dorian Rike, is naught but mine own dream, and I, in turn, the sum of this world's nightmares. All things in this world are a waking dream to me, beyond my control, yet so close. One mind cannot create another without itself becoming part of it... and thus I and the world are locked together, trapped in the dreams of the other. But you... you intrigue me. You do not seem to be of this world, and you have endured visions worse than any mortal could, you speak of being trapped in a physical body, yet one of your power need not be bound to such things. Tell me, Dorian Rike.. "
Any semblance of the arena vanishes, replaced by one, endless mist-filled corridor. Each panel of the floor, each part of the ceiling, every section of the wall, all unite as a thousand great mirrors, mimicking his every move. Yet each one is slightly different, mimicking him, and yet not. From each image radiates a malign intelligence.
And then, as one, they turn on him.
A thousand stares are upon him, a thousand stares from his very own eyes. Each one looks on, seemingly piercing his soul with their glare, looking through, even beyond him.
"Tell me this, Dorian Rike, what are you?"
Gideon_Gideonson 05-15-07 08:57 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian stares back impassively, and somehow, impossibly, the mirror images turn and hide from his gaze, desperate to avoid his sight.
"What I am is no mystery, Dreamer. I am mortal. I am human. But I am also a Nueromancer, or Psychomancer, if you prefer. And this is my realm as much as it is yours. You are a creature of dreams and nightmares...but I am a creature of thought and consciousness. And the mind is my domain.
cog_n_taz 05-21-07 01:04 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"So, you consider yourself my equal...my superior, perhaps, in my own domain? You think yourself to be sovereign over myself and my domain? "
The images turn from his gaze, yet even as they turn their back on Dorian, their forms swell and burst into a thousand eyes, covering them entirely. In each eye is a small blue flame, glinting with a great and familiar power, something stolen from him, leaving a hole too great for any other thing to fill.
In each eye burns a fragment of his stolen soul.
"Than you are naught but a fool, Dorian Rike, a fool unworthy of my mercy."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-21-07 03:41 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
The Dreamer's eyes begin to smolder and burn as the flame intensifies, spilling out of his eye-sockets and filling the surrounding air. A figure cloaked in blue fire steps from the burning cloud and raises a flaming hand, turning it over and over, watching it's own movement.
"Listen to yourself, Dreamer."
Wresh hears his own words thrown against him, although it is the burning figure's mouth that moves.
So, you consider yourself my equal...my superior, perhaps, in my own domain? You think yourself to be sovereign over myself and my domain?
The flames begin to die down, leaving Dorian standing, naked, before Wresh, his clothes stripped away by his transformation.
"I do not assume things, Dreamer. I said this is my realm as well as yours; that I am a creature of thought, and that the mind is my domain. Never did I assume to be greater than you...that remains to be seen."
"You cannot steal my soul from me, for I do not believe in such things. To do so would require a belief that there is something I cannot walk to through the mind, and I have yet to find it. Belief is strong...it shapes who we are, and how we think. There is nothing you can steal from me, Wresh Haltirak, unless you can steal my thoughts, for I have no soul. Or, I suppose, I AM my soul. Either way, whatever you believe, you cannot separate my thoughts from my being."
Dorian looks around the desolate mindscape, shaking his head.
"And you call me a fool based on the words you place before me. And you delude yourself into thinking as such. Still, your thoughts are hidden behind a mist of your own creation, so it is fitting that your opinion be clouded by your perception. Come, Wresh Haltirak..."
The mists spin and swirl, darkening and then fading away, until the two combatants stand in blackness as far as the eye can see.
"...and let me show you a mind unclouded!"
With a sound like the birth of creation, a soft white light creeps out of the blackness, banishing the last of the clinging mists. Before the pair floats an immense galaxy, spiral arms spinning and turning majestically in the empty blackness. Each star is a point of brilliant light, shining strong against the dark surrounding them. And to Wresh Haltirak, the scene is startlingly familiar...he last saw it reflected in Dorian's eyes.
cog_n_taz 05-23-07 06:38 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"A mind unclouded, you say, but even that is but an illusion, mortal. None can ever claim clarity of mind, indeed, they would be fools to do so, for none can judge themselves. And if my mind is as clouded as you say, than it is nothing you can fault me for. I was born from the thoughts of the creatures of the world, their mind is mine, and theirs, in turn my mind. So, Dorian Rike, any fog you see in mine own thoughts are not of my own creation, but made by those who created all else that I am. You cannot judge either of us, for all you see is clouded by your perception, and I, in turn, cannot judge you, for my perception is far from perfect, as is yours."
The Dreamer reaches out to grasp his opponent by the throat, his long, thin clawed hands tightening around his neck.
"When I first met you, Dorian rike, I thought you to be a wise man indeed. Yet by what you have said to me, you have taught me one, and only one thing. Perception can mislead, for you are far from what I thought to be. I will tolerate no more words without wisdom from you, fool. Leave now, and you shall leave with your life. Insult me once more, and you shall know my wrath."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-23-07 06:31 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"Then show me your wrath, Dreamer! If it is as strong as your inability to see the truth, it must be terrible indeed!"
cog_n_taz 05-24-07 05:18 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
"There is a time for all things, mortal, and now is the time to end this charade. Now is the time for you to die, and when you do, none shall mourn for you, for in the minds of those who knew you, you will have never been."
Thick, black, oily smoke fills the mindscape, and writhing tentacles and claws lash out from it, accompanied by a maddening gibbering. Flames creep around him, charring his skin, yet they burn with no heat, but a clammy, wet cold. Soon, insects swarm around him, devouring him, surrounding him with chittering sounds that mingle with the gibbering of the smoke, painful to his ears. Through all this, needles pierce the seer, inflicting terrible, almost unbearable pain upon him.
And then, as suddenly as it started, it is over.
The smoke, the claws, the maggots, the flame, the needles, all vanish in an instant, and Dorian Rike feels himself being lifted up into the air.
Soon, he finds himself staring into the face of the Sleeper, yet he seems to be but the size of an insect, or perhaps it is his opponent, staring at him with eyes that blaze with hatred and fury, who has grown. A green, bone-thin hand tightens around him, cutting into him with great claws.
Suddenly, a great rumbling sound fills the air, filling Dorian's mind with a terrible pain. The mindscape seems to buckle under the force of the Many's attacks... and something appears in the corner of the mindscape.
A crack.
Gideon_Gideonson 05-24-07 06:59 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
Dorian's eyes spin wildly in their sockets, searching in vain for some relief from the pain, but finding none. Against all his efforts, his mouth opens in a silent scream which somehow echoes across the entire dark world. And then his body falls, disintegrating into nothing but tiny sparks, which all to soon fade and die. As the last few vanish from sight, the mindscape fractures, great rents blasting the walls apart, until naught but the galaxy remains, floating in an endless void of stars...
It is in that moment, when Wresh Haltirak is torn between his dying rage and his growing triumph, that something goes horrible, horribly wrong. From the center of the swirling nexus of stars comes a dark light, expanding and swelling, engulfing everything in it's path. Try though he might, the Dreamer cannot twist away, nor can he break through the barrier of the mindscape...and the light crashes over him like a tidalwave.
For an instant, all is still in the darkness, save for the slow progression of the swirling spiral arms of the galaxy. And then, for Wresh Haltirak, time begins again.
Memories rush before him in a flood...every single event of his life is thrown before him in a single instant that lasts an eternity. His mind is forced open, scoured through in that fleeting second, recorded somewhere within the cloud of stars...and then he is back. But something is missing.
Try though he might, Wresh Haltirak can no longer remember who he is.
Spoiler:
This to much for you? I can tone it down a bit...but it's what Dorian would do to an opponent, and could do, even in that short a time-frame. Can you work with this, or should I re-think his move?
By the way...also note that Dorian's in a bad spot at the moment...his consciousness is floating around some...place. If you can guess what that place is, feel free to use it...but Wresh probably wouldn't have seen it before, as I doubt he travels in the collective consciousness of being much. He seems more "up close and personal" than that.
cog_n_taz 05-25-07 08:34 AM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
No
Slowly but surely, the Sleeper's form begins to dissolve, and Wresh Haltirak falls to his knees, gasping in pain. Shrouded in the green mist that most of his form has already become, he kneels on the ground, knowing nothing, not even his name. Nothing but pain.
And then, suddenly, in his last moments, a perfect clarity returns to his eyes.
"Very well, mortal, I am beaten. For my kind, our memories shape what we are, and if we lose our identity, even for a moment, we are destroyed. I shall return before my influence on this world is wiped out, but until then, I shall be forced to lie in the darkest pits of the abyss, condemned for my percieved evil.
This time, Dorian Rike, you have won. But I shall not be banished to the hells for long, and wehn I return, there shall be but one thing I shall seek before all others."
The last of his form crumbles as his long banishment begins, whatever soul he may have had sucked into the abyss. At that moment, a terrible, furious roar is unleashed, and what little was left of the shattered mindscape starts to fade, perhaps forever, or perhaps, like all else the seer has shown, it is but an illusion. It seems that the Dreamer, the Sleeper, the Many, Wresh Haltirak, the bringer of nightmares, has finally entered a long, dreamless sleep.
"Vengeance."
Gideon_Gideonson 05-25-07 03:48 PM
Re: Secondary Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread Number Two)
In Sorcen's Baator, the two motionless bodies lie side-by-side on the arena floor. As the audience watches, Wresh Haltirak slowly fades from sight. It has been exactly twenty-five seconds for the devils thronging the stands.
As Wresh vanishes from the arena, the outcome of the fight becomes clear...but Dorian Rike does not rise to acknowledge the crowd. Sensing something wrong, the arena medics rush onto the field...only to find the seer unresponsive and unthinking, his eyes solid white and soulless, though his body is still alive.
There is no sign that Dorian Rike was ever a sentient being...save for a single dying whisper heard in the minds of the most sensitive devils...
Where are you, Charles?
OOC
Yes...this gave me the perfect chance for some, as Gareth puts it, plot Voodoo in the Nexus :D
Please don't take this seriously, oh gods, PLEASE don't take me seriously!
As for play-by-post games, I absolutely love 'em. I wish I were a good enough to DM to run a game, but in all honesty I'm not. I can make some pretty cool campain worlds...until it comes to actually, you know, putting them together. I'll start...and then wind off sailing through the clouds of Rping imagination and never get it done. I'm a much better player for that exact same reason.
Speaking of which Khael, if you like to TPK your PC's, then I'm your man. Really, not only am I used to such situations, but I have easily a 50% survival rate, depending soley on the ability of my fellow party members. For exaple, Our group of 6 was forced to take on a the collosal red so our dm could test it out. That's a challenge rating of, what, 26? We were level 15. Well, not only did I manage to kill it, it only managed to deal 31 damage to me in the entire time. I cannot tell you how ****** my DM was getting, it was hilarious. I almost killed my other DM's BBEG as well, exept he decided to cheat, and have the magical sword SOMEHOW cast a 19d6 lightning bolt on my level 5 rogue
really convienient time for a ruling on the first tournament ever held in Sorcen's Arena. What say, one more post for Ghaelro and then lets get a ruling shall we? I can't think of a better time...(or consequently, how the fight could possibly continue afterwords without one).
The level 1 one-hit KO fighter villain though was my fault entirely(The guy literally killed two characters each in a hit. After they, and everyone else got to attack him specifically.)
The one I've never figured though is how? (sorry to you all, I'm about to go off on a tangent, and you may find it a little insulting to your DMs) How the **** do you confound your DMs? WHAT Part Of Zero 0 Didn't They Read To Counter These Actions?!?
It's one thing to play to lose the game knowing you'll all be enjoying the ride. But to play to lose, point?!
Everytime I read someone, anywhere say 'my PC beat X' I really honestly wonder, what did your DM not do, Play it like a real killer, Play it like the powerful hyper-smart monster it is, remember it can plan, plot and metagame-in-the-game(also called scry, or I can fly invisible with nondetection)...
To recall one example of this... Jaden, and her background (not story), and the crit shortsword throw... The.... My personal response would be: "He dodges the throw." It not as if he's in the middle of a combat where in 6 seconds he has to dodge the same weapon, someone elses sword, several spells and maybe an arrow... But no.
No, I'm shutting up on that now, before I run on an even worse tangent (Sorry bout picking on Jaden, but she's the only named example of a simple problem, like that, that came to mind.)
Elise vs Dia Duit
Memnanth 04-04-07 08:58 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
After being given the signal to begin by the referee, Dia Duit walks into the arena. A thick fog soon covers the floor for nearly 20 feet. Despite the obscured visibility, Sorcen clearly see's a wisp of fog momentarily take the form of a human, which quickly executes a nice (as in to the exact standards of propriety) bow. The fog then subsides as the man O' the mist waits for his oponent to enter.
ank 04-05-07 09:14 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise seems to have slipped away from both the demon lord and vampire lords during the momentary interuption; little girls are good at that you know. A smallish girl walks clumsily into the arena with a teddy bear held up to her ear.
"Yes teddy? Here?"
She looks up
"But I don't see nobody."
She sees that Sorcen is finally settling down after that interuption, along with Aya, and waves vigorously to both of them and flashes a smile of slightly crooked baby teeth.
"What teddy?"
She holds the bear to her ear again
"The man is behind the fog? Oh! He wantsta play hid'n go seek! He's pretty good isn't he teddy, I woulda never found him."
She walks forward into the center of the arena, a little ways away from the cloud. She holds the bear in from of her face, and takes hold of both of it's arms. She covers the bear's eyes with its arms, and uses a combination of the bear's head and her own arms to cover her own eyes. Then she opens her arms wide.
"PEEKABOO! I SEE YOU!!!"
Khael 04-05-07 09:25 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"*Sigh* If I may?
Ladiess, Gentlemen, Fiendss and anyone elsse not counted under the previouss, We pressent to you for your entertainment, Dia Duit versus Elisse.
COMMENCE!"
Memnanth 04-05-07 04:06 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
OOC: Is your vision detecting the magickal aura sorrounding my character or does it merely bypass fog so thick it limits visibility to 5 feet? For now I'll merely assume it bypasses the fog, if that changes let me know so I can change the situation.:OOC
As Elise peers through the fog she does indeed see her opponent. Several of him. Even while she extends her senses, and her teddy bear's, she perceives another one of him. And another. The more she looks, the more of Dia she sees. The mystical nature of the fog keeps it swirling in the otherwise still air of the room. A smooth tenor voice echoes from behind Elise, "Indeed, it does look like you can see me...Too bad you can't do anything about the revelation!"
ank 04-05-07 10:16 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
ooc
(Sorry, had company today) I was just going for a general 'i know where you are,' but since you've so kindly allowed me to view past the smoke, I'll take advantage of it. Still, you may want to be prepared for a True Seeing a little later. If you want to interupt her go ahead want to, or hide yourself deeper (recomended). But hey, since when has that little game actually worked
"HEY!"
she puts her hands on her hips in a defiant sort of way and looks into the fog defiantly, with her head at an angle.
"I only have ta beat one of ya. Nobody said nothin' about..."
She pulls out a finger and tries to count how many there are, but seemingly gets lost and gives up.
"Well, however many of you there are."
She wags her little finger, closes her eyes, and moves it back and forth in a "no" fasion
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. That's cheating. You naughtly boy. Ugly, ugly little boy. Teddy?"
She holds the bear up to her ear again.
"Oh, what? There's only one. No way teddy"
she brings the bear to her front so as to look into its eyes
"There are so many of them, look at 'em all!"
She turns the bear around so he can "look" before bringing it back to her ear.
"Only one of the ugly little boys is real? Really? Wow, he's better at hide and seek than you are. Lesse here."
She brings out her finger and points to each Dia in turn
"Eeny, meene, minee, moe! Catch a tiga' by his toe. If he hallas let'm..."
Memnanth 04-05-07 11:04 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As she pokes at the final Dia, the closest one to her, her hand encounters a smooth surface. Even as it does the small sussurations of soft deer skin moccosins searches out the ears of the small child. Just as the sibillant sounds seem to stay still for a second, a loud shatter din sounds accross the silent spectators.
Khael 04-06-07 10:19 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
At the wave of a gauntleted hand, the ground beneath the two(/three?) rumble as the ground starts to crack and split apart as spears of rock plunge up, the space within the gorges filling with steaming molten rock, as little forms of fire start to dance from spear to spear, from rock mass to mass...
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If anyone needs a clarification on that: The arena you're fighting on is now a set of large landmass/floorings intersected with lava streams, rock spars sticking up in those streams at random intervals.
And cute little fire sprites. Never forget the cute little fire sprites (In defense of the statement remember I said the sprites were cute, not the fact they're surrounded with flame. Never forget that fact either).
ank 04-07-07 07:44 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Finding herself elevated slightly by the rocky fissure, Elise can see more clearly up here. Unfortunately, it doesn't help her move any faster when a fire sprite rams full-speed into her.
"OWWEEEE!"
She performs a startling jump over to the next rocky mound and uses Teddy to beat out the flames smoldering on her dress.
"Look what you did. You ruined my bestest dress."
It is, indeed, ruined. The heat of the flames burned a small hole in the dress and turned the surrounding fabric black as coal.
"My mommy made this dress for me..."
Teddy comes unexpectedly up to her ear again.
"No way teddy, that fairy ruined my dress, mommy won't be happy when we get home. I'm not too happy either."
She squeels as another fire sprite comes flying after her and jumps for the next pillar. She is flying through the air, but it looks like she isn't going to make it this time. She hits the rocky craig dead on, and has the wind completely knocked out of her. Still, the struggling little girl loops her arm around a rocky extension and pulls herself up.
Another sprite begins to torment her.
"Ok Teddy, I'll do it."
She fishes around in her charred blue and gets out her last cake and holds it out to the fire sprite.
"You want a cake? My mommy makes good food, I'm sure you'd like one. All I need you to do for me is to find the meenie I'm fighting. He looks just like that guy..."
She turns around
"Wait a minute, where did he go? Well, he's somewhere in here..."
Memnanth 04-07-07 07:58 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
OOC: Just when I really didn't feel like having the terrain change... anger:OOC
Just as the fire sprite is close to eating the cupcake, Elise feels a pair of eyes upon her. Flitting from shadow to shadow, a blur of darkness moves faster than is humanly possible. A sprite flies into Dia's path. Just when a collision seems imminent the fires around the sprite block Dia from sight. Mere nanoseconds later the sprite slams into the earthen wall the man of smoke and mirrors had been moving along. Nearly immediately, Elise feel hot breath upon her neck...
ank 04-07-07 08:02 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise screems and, holding teddy under the crook of her right arm, thrusts her left elbow backwards, hoping to hit something. She whirls around and sees...
Memnanth 04-07-07 08:41 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
A fire sprite. As her elbow connects with its wreath of flames Elise releases a terrible scream of pain, and flies around to see her attacker. Before the sprite can finish off Elise, its expression takes on a fearful attitude. It whirls around and dashes off in a rapid fire series of minor explosions as it ricochets off of various rock outcroppings, heedless of obstructions in its haste to escape whatever it saw behind Elise. A voice emanates from behind Elise, "Your fight is with me, not these pitiful, twisted creatures. Now, prepare yourself!"
ank 04-07-07 11:18 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"I've been ready, you're late to the party )(&%@#%#"P(&%*^#%@)*&^%(*(#
Elise uses a string of words that no eight-year old should ever even hear, let alone use. She falls to the ground and flails her arms and legs around, tantrum style, in all directions. She doesn't even seem to care what scared the fire sprite, she's just as downright mad as a spoiled child could be.
Memnanth 04-08-07 12:21 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As her fists and feat strike the ground in rhythmic succession, Elise hears a shattering noise near her head. The mirror which had materielized behind her had broken. Shards of glass rained down upon the poor child.
ank 04-08-07 10:12 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise thrashes even more in pain as the shards of glass scrape against her skin.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She stops thrashing and pushes herself upright with her left hand. She notices that, among othe things, her right hand is bleeding. She sticks her, fingers with thin trails of blood running down them, into her mouth and sucks on them. Eventually, she stands up and looks around...
Memnanth 04-08-07 10:49 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Elise looks around, she notices that the fog is begining to dissipate. As she gazes down from her high promontory upon the shattered landscape, she notices a blindingly reflective dome in one of the corners. Even as she peers through the remnants of the sylvan (old english version of the word, not standard DnD expectation) fog, she notices movement around it, as several fire sprites smash into, and are reflected by the, whatever it is.
ank 04-09-07 01:06 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Teddy look! What is that thing?"
She listens for a minute
"You think that's Mr. bully? It doesn't look like anybody though."
She listens a moment longer.
"You always know bestest Teddy."
She begins to leap from pillar to pillar as she makes her way over towards the metal mirror...thing.
Memnanth 04-09-07 03:54 PM
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As Elise runs toward the group of mirrors, they seem to approach twice as fast as they should. Quickly Elise that the mirrors are in fact, mirroring her rate of approach. When Elise comes close enough to clearly see the object, it resembles a palace composed of silvered glass. Soon, the doors slide aside to reveal an interior filled with billowing smoke.
ank 04-10-07 06:08 PM
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"Oh good grief, who is this clown anyway? It looks like some sorta house made of mirrors Teddy."
She takes a moment to look at her relection in the the surface of the castle.
"And look what this is doing to me! I'm going to need a vacation after I pound this guys face in. Come on Teddy, I owe that guy a good ol' knuckle sandwhich."
She runs into the mist blindly and nearly slips on the smooth floor.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!"
Memnanth 04-10-07 06:13 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The fog in front of elise swirls as she runs through it. As she looks ahead, Elise can see several passages as the fog in front of her thins, and slides around her, forming several distinct thick patches. Dia's voice echoes from the darkness, "Come to me, little darling, so that I might show you true fear. If you feel like I'm mean now, you have never fought true evil. It's better if you wait until you understand a little more."
ank 04-10-07 10:26 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"I can have no fear, though I walk in the valley of darkness, as long as best friend is with me. Nothin' breaks true friendship, mommy says so and I believe it. The priesty guy back home says ta never be afraid neither, cause the gods be watchin' me."
She strides toward the sound of his voice, heedless of the warning.
"I'm not afraid of you, no sir I'm not."
Though she maintains a good front, you get the feeling that the shifting images in the swirling mass of billowy fog are setting her to unease.
Memnanth 04-11-07 08:14 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Little Darling, has your mother ever seen a Balor? Has the priest back home ever even heard of the dread cthulhu? Fear not however, nothing real can harm you here, only your fears enter this place." As Dia's voice echoes from the walls, wisps of fog dissipate to reveal mirrors lining a long passageway. Images of horrendous creatures appear on the mirrors, appearing to reach out to grasp the poor child."Every person carries within them the seeds of their own defeat. You have foolishly shown me yours." With this final sentence, "Teddy" appears in several pictures. In some of them he is torn by the vicious teeth and claws of demons. In others "Teddy" appears not as his normal self, but a terrible monster, descending upon Elise with vengence and anger clear in his eyes.
ank 04-12-07 09:20 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
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You should like that picture Sorcen had to here and label it "for strong stomachs only." Sorry it's taking me longer to respond, I like to think on reponses at least a little, but RL has been catching up to me quite quickly. I'll try to keep posting at least once, more likely twice if I can help it, a night.
Elise looks bravely into the mirrors, one after the other. She holds strong for a few moments, doing nothing but staring deeply into the mirrors of Teddy being torn apart...and her about to be torn by him. The next part progressed along quickly, her resolve breaking down. Her upper lip quivers dangerously, her eyes tear up, making it hard to see, and her throat burns and clenched up with unspoken sobs.
Her head bobs forward as a gasp of air, a sob, a pitiful sound, can be heard from her as a salty tear begins its slow trail down her smooth cheek. This is soon followed by a desperate intake of air, whoosing over her mouth in a despairing break, before it all comes out in one solemn, soft (as moans go) and whiney note as more tears create a flowing stream.
"You're...you're lie..lieing. *Hic* Teddy is good and... and safe *hic*"
Her words come out in stuttered sentances between hiccups of air as more horrid images flash by in the mirrors. The stress is too much and she falls to her knees clutching tightly to her teddy bear, whos stuffing is being force straight to his head. Elise wants desperately to look away, but cannot seem to break eye contact with the mirrors of flashing images.
They invoke a primal sadness with each death that teddy endures. He was supposed to be the one constant in her life to the exclusion of all others; he was supposed to never die.
The snarling, dangerous teddys frighten her to death. Teddy isn't bad, he was her bestest friend, but he looks so ready to rip her limb from limb like some sort of rag doll. It is these images, not the others, that she seems to focus on the most. The snarling, raging, destructive teddy that hated her with the ultimate passion. When she could bear no more, she looked down, and saw the estranged, bloated head of her beloved bear.
Horrified, and with wide eyes, she threw Teddy a little ways across the floor. The images continue to wrack her brain with frightening thoughts, and she is forces to look away from teddy at a random spot in the ground. He lands bottom first, his head turned away from the young girl.
Elise is so terribly afraid, and sad, and confused, and little bit angry. It makes her want her teddy real bad, but each time she tries to hug Teddy closer to her, she grasps only the insubstantial air, and remembers anew that Teddy is a monster.
Elise is no longer looking at the discarded bear, who lies alone and abandoned on the cold reflective surface.
Lval only, or curious people
Lval is the first, and only, person in the arena to notice this next spectacle. Being so close to death, and with his certain affinity, he feels more than sees a stirring below. Looking at the teddy bear, he feels an aura of something that is dead, yet somehow alive; incorpial, but with no soul. The thing practically reeks of dark magics, but from within there is another feeling: an urge to keep Elise from suffering any longer.
The malignant aura spreads itself outward in all directions for the bear. It ignores everything around it, and when its presence finally reaches the mirrors...
The mirrors shatter soundlessly, and shards fall to the ground with a small tinkling sound. The images fade into clouds of multicolored vapor, which coagulate near the top of the palace, being reflected magnificantly by the mirror surface on the way up. This strange sight propts Elise from her despair to look at the sceen to find the images gone, shattered. Her eye is caught by Teddy, who during the ordeal managed to flop over and lie on its back, so that its eyes look right at Elise.
She wants to go over, pick up the Teddy, and give him a big hug, but the damage is already done. Unsure of anything anymore, Elise is sorting through her feelings, and colapses into the fetal position on the floor, sobbing in fear...
Memnanth 04-13-07 04:07 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
OOC: You make me feel like a terrible person. Seriously. Oh well, most people already thought I was.:OOC
As the mirrors shatter a man walks out of the mist. "I'm sorry you had to see that my poor dear. Unfortunately, relying upon your teddy like that would have eventually proved to hurt more than it helped. All children have toys, and this is proper. However, a battle is not the proper place for any toy, no matter how soundly built." As the man speaks, he picks up the teddy bear and hands it to the tear streaked child.
ank 04-13-07 04:21 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
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Well, you were asking for it :D Thats what happens when you agree to fight a little firl I guess? Anyways, you going to make a move here? I can give you another 20 seconds or so of emotional grief before Elise starts the, as Gideon put it, "stuffing beatdown."
She eyes both man and teddy suspiciously for a second, and then latches onto the bear for dear life, and the man has to pry his hand free from the vice formed by her two tiny arms.
"Teddy goes everywhere with me, I can't leave him behind, what if he gets lost and I never find him again?"
Elise isn't even bothing with the fact that this man is likely the opponent she is supposed to be beating on right now, and simply is taking a moment to make things better with her Teddy. Even the sight of her schorched dress and the feeling of her aching young bones cannot lift her from apathy. The tears soon start to dry, however, and are replaced with the bloodshot puffy-eyed look she had when she first came to the arena and looked up at the devil lord Sorcen.
Wiping her nose on a single finger, and then wiping that finger on her dress, she remembers where she is. This isn't somewhere she can just sit and have a good cry, its a battlefield...or a twisted hall of mirrors...Whatever it was, it was a bad place, and no good for hurted feelings.
"We're still bestest friends ain't we Teddy...?"
She says softly and politely. The fact that she doesn't burst out in sobs again, and the small smile on her face, can only testify to the answer she must have gotten.
Memnanth 04-13-07 07:15 PM
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As Elise hugs her bear tightly, she notices a slight protrusion. Upon inspection, Elise finds a piece of glass, probably picked up when the glass shattered from the force of her screams. Dia's voice echoes from the shadows "I told you he would be a liability." Then Teddy explodes in a shower of razorblade like glass shards. The bear is shredded from inside out as blades spiral outward from the tip of the original glass shard.
OOC: and you thought I was being nice didn't you?:OOC
ank 04-16-07 09:09 PM
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Dodge. Always wanted someone to post a reply in here that consisted of just that one word Anyways, sorry its been taking so long to reply. RL is dragging my back in and as much of my brainpower as can be manifested on a single subject is being used for catching up on some things I've got to do. Long story short: sorry it took so long.
The shards of glass rip teddy asunder and scatter individual pieces of fluff to the far corners of the arena. Strangely, all of the glass somehow manages to miss Elise. It just sort of...deflects away from her in a way that would appear to be natural. A long ways away from the two combatents, a small needle pulses oh so faintly before extinguishing, and teddy is no more.
Elise stares a moment at the empty air she holds in her hand. In such a time of grief, there can be no words, and certainly not in that small lapse of time, but looking back on that moment she would discover that her conflicting emotions went something like this:
"He took teddy away. First he decapitated teddy in his mirrors, then he tried to have teddy kill me.
Her eyes, surprisingly, still have enough water for a single, small tear at this point.
"Then he gave teddy back to me, made me feel ok again. Then he killed teddy. He killed teddy! HE KILLED TEDDY!!!!
With a cry that is more snarl than screem, so lunges at her opponent, arms raised and fingers extended, looking to rend flesh. He mouth opens wide to reveal small, pointy teeth ready to sink into flesh and never let go. And her face is contorted into an expression of pure hatred...
Memnanth 04-16-07 09:59 PM
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Caught by surprise, Dia is quickly swarmed under by the surprisinly strong child. He quickly attempts to roll towards a nearby mirror.
ank 04-16-07 10:32 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Dia struggles to get free, Elise moves with him, always trying to somehow pin him to the ground. Her medium-long nails rake into his flesh, actually drawing trails of blood. Her teeth sink deeply into his back and she tears backwards, straining the skin there, which finally comes loose just as he breaks away. She spits the small section out as she chases after the scrambling Dia Duit, whos head start is obviously going to allow him to just make it to the mirror before Elise does.
Memnanth 04-18-07 04:33 PM
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Moments before Elise gets within grabbing range, she feels a pull on her feet. A shard of glass of glass was forming a coil over her left foot! Even as she wonders at the magic involved in liquifying a piece of glass and re-crystalizing it so quickly, Dia reached a darkly shadowed corner, and dissappeared.
ank 04-19-07 06:43 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The mirror tendril wraps itself around Elises leg like a snake and she lets out a shriek of surprise as she trips and falls to the ground. She keeps trying to move toward the fading footsteps of Dia Duit with the determination of a forest stalker, but the mirror holds tight as she extends a hand towards him and struggles to get up.
Realizing Dia has left, she sinks into a state of weakness after the initial rage and sinks into a depressed state. After a brief moment of doing nothing but staring off, perhaps in disbelief, perhaps in dissapointment, perhaps in both, she remembers the thing that tripped her and turned to glare angrily at the band of mirror that reflects portions of her face, as if it were slashed cleanly apart. Lifting her fist, she pounds down on the mirror a couple of times before it snaps and releases her from its oppressive grip. A few more bashes and more shattered mirror fragments lie discarded upon the floor.
"Teddy, Teddy...? I can't hear you Teddy! Where are you!?"
Meanwhile, across the arena of scattered mirrors, and single needle and thread begin to move with predetermined grace. A small piece of fabric begins to take shape obscurely...
Memnanth 04-19-07 07:53 PM
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Wounded and surprised, Dia retreats to a corner to hide and plan. Within moments, a new idea forms itself in his head, and he cloaks himself in shadows.
ank 04-20-07 09:12 PM
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Elise gets up and looks all around, trying to find the "big meanie" that did this to her. She starts by searching the corner where Dia dissapeared.
Meanwhile, and needle diligently threads itself into and out of rows of fabric. Two bear feet are becoming visable, although there is no stuffing inside of them and as such they are near impossible to distinguish from the floor.
Lord_Gareth 04-22-07 08:38 AM
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As Elise begins to search for Dia, the mirrors he has conjured shatter, not into shards, but into tiny reflective fragments that spiral into the sky as more mirrors conjure themselves into being, laying themselves in place of the ground, constructing mad, symmetrical buildings that claw their way into the hellscape's sky, showing no intention of stopping their ascent. And, should they look up, the two combatants see the shards of Dia's mirrors enlongate, expand, growing impossibly large for such small objects before falling to the ground around the two combatants in a large circle, and then stacking themselves over and over, until they are contained in an ever-heigtenening tower of mirrors. No windows, no doors, only stairs leading up, up, up, endlessly, into the burning sky.
Memnanth 04-23-07 03:57 PM
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OOC: I'm still waiting on whether the needle and thread is in shadow or not.:OOC
As Dia's carefully constructed mirrors shatter and rebuild themselves, he is momentarily stunned. However, as the mirrors elongate and build on top of themselves, his subtle smirk stretches into a full smile. Soon Elise sees a blur darting from mirror to mirror, and reappearing out of another mirror at a random location.
ank 04-24-07 08:45 PM
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Elise seems to be confused by the mirrors, and seems to have temporarily forgotten that her opponent is lurking as she reaches into the the mirrors.
The needle continues to weave through fabric, and soon, a patchwork-patterned body begins to appear, and the stuffing that was scattered throughout the arena begins to fill the ratty thing up, making it stand out as it's fuller form becomes relfected by several of the lower mirrors. Fortunately, Elise isn't looking, because this headless, slowly inflating bear looks like a monstrosity
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Sorry, tried to make it apparent that a good pair of eyes could have found it, but that it wasn't obvious. I gues hiding in the shadows doesn't mean you have to have eyes to pierce them. Anyways, that should help you out if you were in any doubt.
Memnanth 04-29-07 10:29 PM
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As Elise reaches into the mirror, she sees the darting blur that is Dia screaming towards her at a speed nearly impossible for humans to obtain. Even as she glances to more fully view her opponent, he disappears into a puddle of shadow.
ank 05-02-07 05:10 PM
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Elise continues to stammer around the mirrors, testing the infernal contraptions. In a bout of sudden anger, she tries to kick one to pieces, but finds that all she gets for the effort is a stubbed toe. Bouncing up and down on foot, while holding onto the other, she feels a chill run down the spine of her back. She turns fearfully to see what was there, but finds nothing.
"Teddy? Sorcen? ..."
She draws in closer to herself
"Creepy guy??"
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Stuffing that was scattered across the floor of the arena begins to roll on over to where the bear the lying on the ground. Of its own accord, the filing begins to fly back into the limp bear's body and give volume to the arms , legs, and eventually, body. As it finishes stuffing itself, the needle and thread re-attach the bear's head from te several scattered pieces.
Last to come are the eyes: little black buttons that roll onto their proper places are are fixed promptly in place. They are both attached firmly against the face, but as a last touch the needle pokes into the thread and tears almost all of it away, causing the eye to hang rather limp, as if it had seen the wear of years. Similair changes are made to the body, as dirt just seems to attract to it, the material takes on an aged look, and overall the bear begins to look like the creepy relic it was not long ago. The last improvement is to add a stitched mouth line. The needle clicks in and out of fabric muzzle, and seconds later the bear sports a cruel, cunning, creepy smile that sends chills down the spine. This doesn't last long though, for as the needle makes a final movement the entire row of thread tightens and settles, giving the old mouth back as good as old. The needle stabs into the bear's chest and buries itseld there, near the chest, and even upon close inspection you would not have been able to tell any difference between the bear before and after...
Memnanth 05-02-07 11:14 PM
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Elise hears a voice shouting, as if from a great distance away. "Everything will be fine Elise," the corridor echoes, "just walk toward us a little."
ank 05-03-07 11:55 PM
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"Hello?"
Hearing no answer, and hoping for the best, Elise begins to plod on down the corridor to the voices.
"Who's there? Mommy? Is that you Mommy??"
She begins to move faster and eventually breaks into an all-out run.
"Help, I'm lost an' I don't know where I am. I wanna go home to my mommie!!"
Memnanth 05-04-07 07:12 PM
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As Elise wanders the hall, the voice grows louder and draws her on. As she trudges through this new smoke filled maze of mirrors, the gentle voice emanates continuously from the left, calling her forward. Suddenly, the corridor ends in a blank wall, behind which the voice seems tantalizingly near.
ank 05-04-07 08:06 PM
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"Hello? Who's there? I can't see you"
Elise cranes her neck to try and peer around the wall, and then stands on tiptoes and tries to see on top.
"Where'd you go? Help me, I'm lost!"
She puts her head on the door and pounds his fist into the wall in frustration. She steps backwards a couple of feet, and then runs full on and slams into the wall with all of her pent up frustration.
Memnanth 05-04-07 09:05 PM
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As Elise prepares to slam into the mirror, she feels a slurking sensation. When she opens her eyes, she at first believes she has gone crazy. As far as the eye can see, she see's little windows stitched into a black field. Even as she struggles to register the changes in her sorroundings, Dia's voice resonates from the darkness, "Welcome to my little corner of the plane of mirrors. Take a look, and see what is happening outside."
ank 05-06-07 07:58 PM
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I'll let you detail those mirrors then before I make my last ditch effort then shall I?
Elise is very cautious as she approaches him. The last time dealt with this man, he made teddy explode in glass shrapnel.
"Teddy"
The word barely manages to moister he eyes at this point. Elise is all out of tears, her eyes hurt, her body hurts, she just plain hurts.
"I just wanna go home..."
Like a captive, tired and defeated, she walks up to a mirror, and looks at it with a heartless, souless gaze of hopelessness.
Memnanth 05-07-07 07:49 AM
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As Elise looks out the window/mirror, she gazes upon a vista she has seen before. She has never seen it from this angle before however. With a start she recognizes her father, shaving in the early morning sunlight. Dia says from behind her "I can show you how to get there, but you can't get there yourself. All it takes is two words..."
ank 05-10-07 10:18 PM
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Elise stares into the mirror, unable to stop her longing to be home again. She cannot cry, can barely pout, but can't just stand there. She feels a fire building in the back of her throat and in her chest that she somehow seeks to quench. She swallows hard, but it does nothing to help, and only exhausts her that much more.
As she continues to look into the mirror, however, the image for her dims somewhat. The golden sunlight steaming through the trees becomes darker, as if the woods were thicker than they really are. The entire sceen looks like a dim screem. Into this portrait, another scene unveils itself.
A single teddy bear lies forsaken on the cold, dark floor in a solitary room. The details of this room are scarse, and this little teddy could, in fact, be anywhere.
Elise recognises it in a second. In such a state of emotional turmoil, she can hardly think, but somehow the rough equivalent of this enters her brain:
"That's Teddy. Teddy's not here with me. Teddy's dead. This picture isn't real, maybe daddy isn't real either. This is all one big trick. *sniff* he's tryin' to make me quit with his fancy-pants mirrors..."
Still, when she snaps out of her solemn reflection, she finds that her hand has inadvertenly drifted to the mirror. It lies flat on the smooth surface of the mirror, right on the spot where Teddy is. Her eyes moisten, ever so slightly. The water of her eyes is not enough to form even a single tear, but it runs down the glistening trail left by its forbearers.
The mirror begins to ripple unexpectely, as though it were made of quicksilver, and Elises hand glides earily though. To her own facination, she watches her hand enter the mirror, move closer...closer...and finally, grasp something soft and comforting. Pulling her hand out, she looks down at a familiar pair of eyes, and she is still.
You can almost...almost hear it as her brain snaps.
"I...Mommie...Teddy...Daddy...kill? No...dead...I...
She turns to face Memnath, fixing him with a cold state of bewilderment. In her eyes, he can see the effects of lunacy haunting her face. Giggles nervously, the dementia apparent in her high-pitched girlish tone.
"Hehe..hehehahahehehaha! Myyyyy Teeeeeeeddddyyyyyyyyyyy dddoooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssnnn'ttt llllllllliiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeee yyyooooouuuuuuuuu. Hehehehehe."
She begins to rock back and forth on the balls of her feet, apparently lost in her own little world, a single phrase reverberating in her head:
"All It takes is two words..."
Memnanth 05-12-07 10:59 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Little Girls should not play with powerful and sentient magical artifacts." Dia says, backing away from the aweful calamity awaiting the child. "His little stunt with the mirror may have just cost you your life." Dia's hand latches onto the window sill, and he impossible launches himself into the mirror. However, rather than appearing on the other side of the mirror, he has totally disappeared. "Ripping holes in a carefully crafted dimension, held together by sheer mental strength isn't a good idea. Especially to insert yourself, Mr. Teddy Bear. The question now is whether you can use your powers to pull the child with you."
Memnanth 04-04-07 08:58 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
After being given the signal to begin by the referee, Dia Duit walks into the arena. A thick fog soon covers the floor for nearly 20 feet. Despite the obscured visibility, Sorcen clearly see's a wisp of fog momentarily take the form of a human, which quickly executes a nice (as in to the exact standards of propriety) bow. The fog then subsides as the man O' the mist waits for his oponent to enter.
ank 04-05-07 09:14 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise seems to have slipped away from both the demon lord and vampire lords during the momentary interuption; little girls are good at that you know. A smallish girl walks clumsily into the arena with a teddy bear held up to her ear.
"Yes teddy? Here?"
She looks up
"But I don't see nobody."
She sees that Sorcen is finally settling down after that interuption, along with Aya, and waves vigorously to both of them and flashes a smile of slightly crooked baby teeth.
"What teddy?"
She holds the bear to her ear again
"The man is behind the fog? Oh! He wantsta play hid'n go seek! He's pretty good isn't he teddy, I woulda never found him."
She walks forward into the center of the arena, a little ways away from the cloud. She holds the bear in from of her face, and takes hold of both of it's arms. She covers the bear's eyes with its arms, and uses a combination of the bear's head and her own arms to cover her own eyes. Then she opens her arms wide.
"PEEKABOO! I SEE YOU!!!"
Khael 04-05-07 09:25 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"*Sigh* If I may?
Ladiess, Gentlemen, Fiendss and anyone elsse not counted under the previouss, We pressent to you for your entertainment, Dia Duit versus Elisse.
COMMENCE!"
Memnanth 04-05-07 04:06 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
OOC: Is your vision detecting the magickal aura sorrounding my character or does it merely bypass fog so thick it limits visibility to 5 feet? For now I'll merely assume it bypasses the fog, if that changes let me know so I can change the situation.:OOC
As Elise peers through the fog she does indeed see her opponent. Several of him. Even while she extends her senses, and her teddy bear's, she perceives another one of him. And another. The more she looks, the more of Dia she sees. The mystical nature of the fog keeps it swirling in the otherwise still air of the room. A smooth tenor voice echoes from behind Elise, "Indeed, it does look like you can see me...Too bad you can't do anything about the revelation!"
ank 04-05-07 10:16 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
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(Sorry, had company today) I was just going for a general 'i know where you are,' but since you've so kindly allowed me to view past the smoke, I'll take advantage of it. Still, you may want to be prepared for a True Seeing a little later. If you want to interupt her go ahead want to, or hide yourself deeper (recomended). But hey, since when has that little game actually worked
"HEY!"
she puts her hands on her hips in a defiant sort of way and looks into the fog defiantly, with her head at an angle.
"I only have ta beat one of ya. Nobody said nothin' about..."
She pulls out a finger and tries to count how many there are, but seemingly gets lost and gives up.
"Well, however many of you there are."
She wags her little finger, closes her eyes, and moves it back and forth in a "no" fasion
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. That's cheating. You naughtly boy. Ugly, ugly little boy. Teddy?"
She holds the bear up to her ear again.
"Oh, what? There's only one. No way teddy"
she brings the bear to her front so as to look into its eyes
"There are so many of them, look at 'em all!"
She turns the bear around so he can "look" before bringing it back to her ear.
"Only one of the ugly little boys is real? Really? Wow, he's better at hide and seek than you are. Lesse here."
She brings out her finger and points to each Dia in turn
"Eeny, meene, minee, moe! Catch a tiga' by his toe. If he hallas let'm..."
Memnanth 04-05-07 11:04 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As she pokes at the final Dia, the closest one to her, her hand encounters a smooth surface. Even as it does the small sussurations of soft deer skin moccosins searches out the ears of the small child. Just as the sibillant sounds seem to stay still for a second, a loud shatter din sounds accross the silent spectators.
Khael 04-06-07 10:19 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
At the wave of a gauntleted hand, the ground beneath the two(/three?) rumble as the ground starts to crack and split apart as spears of rock plunge up, the space within the gorges filling with steaming molten rock, as little forms of fire start to dance from spear to spear, from rock mass to mass...
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If anyone needs a clarification on that: The arena you're fighting on is now a set of large landmass/floorings intersected with lava streams, rock spars sticking up in those streams at random intervals.
And cute little fire sprites. Never forget the cute little fire sprites (In defense of the statement remember I said the sprites were cute, not the fact they're surrounded with flame. Never forget that fact either).
ank 04-07-07 07:44 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Finding herself elevated slightly by the rocky fissure, Elise can see more clearly up here. Unfortunately, it doesn't help her move any faster when a fire sprite rams full-speed into her.
"OWWEEEE!"
She performs a startling jump over to the next rocky mound and uses Teddy to beat out the flames smoldering on her dress.
"Look what you did. You ruined my bestest dress."
It is, indeed, ruined. The heat of the flames burned a small hole in the dress and turned the surrounding fabric black as coal.
"My mommy made this dress for me..."
Teddy comes unexpectedly up to her ear again.
"No way teddy, that fairy ruined my dress, mommy won't be happy when we get home. I'm not too happy either."
She squeels as another fire sprite comes flying after her and jumps for the next pillar. She is flying through the air, but it looks like she isn't going to make it this time. She hits the rocky craig dead on, and has the wind completely knocked out of her. Still, the struggling little girl loops her arm around a rocky extension and pulls herself up.
Another sprite begins to torment her.
"Ok Teddy, I'll do it."
She fishes around in her charred blue and gets out her last cake and holds it out to the fire sprite.
"You want a cake? My mommy makes good food, I'm sure you'd like one. All I need you to do for me is to find the meenie I'm fighting. He looks just like that guy..."
She turns around
"Wait a minute, where did he go? Well, he's somewhere in here..."
Memnanth 04-07-07 07:58 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
OOC: Just when I really didn't feel like having the terrain change... anger:OOC
Just as the fire sprite is close to eating the cupcake, Elise feels a pair of eyes upon her. Flitting from shadow to shadow, a blur of darkness moves faster than is humanly possible. A sprite flies into Dia's path. Just when a collision seems imminent the fires around the sprite block Dia from sight. Mere nanoseconds later the sprite slams into the earthen wall the man of smoke and mirrors had been moving along. Nearly immediately, Elise feel hot breath upon her neck...
ank 04-07-07 08:02 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise screems and, holding teddy under the crook of her right arm, thrusts her left elbow backwards, hoping to hit something. She whirls around and sees...
Memnanth 04-07-07 08:41 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
A fire sprite. As her elbow connects with its wreath of flames Elise releases a terrible scream of pain, and flies around to see her attacker. Before the sprite can finish off Elise, its expression takes on a fearful attitude. It whirls around and dashes off in a rapid fire series of minor explosions as it ricochets off of various rock outcroppings, heedless of obstructions in its haste to escape whatever it saw behind Elise. A voice emanates from behind Elise, "Your fight is with me, not these pitiful, twisted creatures. Now, prepare yourself!"
ank 04-07-07 11:18 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"I've been ready, you're late to the party )(&%@#%#"P(&%*^#%@)*&^%(*(#
Elise uses a string of words that no eight-year old should ever even hear, let alone use. She falls to the ground and flails her arms and legs around, tantrum style, in all directions. She doesn't even seem to care what scared the fire sprite, she's just as downright mad as a spoiled child could be.
Memnanth 04-08-07 12:21 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As her fists and feat strike the ground in rhythmic succession, Elise hears a shattering noise near her head. The mirror which had materielized behind her had broken. Shards of glass rained down upon the poor child.
ank 04-08-07 10:12 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise thrashes even more in pain as the shards of glass scrape against her skin.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She stops thrashing and pushes herself upright with her left hand. She notices that, among othe things, her right hand is bleeding. She sticks her, fingers with thin trails of blood running down them, into her mouth and sucks on them. Eventually, she stands up and looks around...
Memnanth 04-08-07 10:49 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Elise looks around, she notices that the fog is begining to dissipate. As she gazes down from her high promontory upon the shattered landscape, she notices a blindingly reflective dome in one of the corners. Even as she peers through the remnants of the sylvan (old english version of the word, not standard DnD expectation) fog, she notices movement around it, as several fire sprites smash into, and are reflected by the, whatever it is.
ank 04-09-07 01:06 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Teddy look! What is that thing?"
She listens for a minute
"You think that's Mr. bully? It doesn't look like anybody though."
She listens a moment longer.
"You always know bestest Teddy."
She begins to leap from pillar to pillar as she makes her way over towards the metal mirror...thing.
Memnanth 04-09-07 03:54 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Elise runs toward the group of mirrors, they seem to approach twice as fast as they should. Quickly Elise that the mirrors are in fact, mirroring her rate of approach. When Elise comes close enough to clearly see the object, it resembles a palace composed of silvered glass. Soon, the doors slide aside to reveal an interior filled with billowing smoke.
ank 04-10-07 06:08 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Oh good grief, who is this clown anyway? It looks like some sorta house made of mirrors Teddy."
She takes a moment to look at her relection in the the surface of the castle.
"And look what this is doing to me! I'm going to need a vacation after I pound this guys face in. Come on Teddy, I owe that guy a good ol' knuckle sandwhich."
She runs into the mist blindly and nearly slips on the smooth floor.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!"
Memnanth 04-10-07 06:13 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The fog in front of elise swirls as she runs through it. As she looks ahead, Elise can see several passages as the fog in front of her thins, and slides around her, forming several distinct thick patches. Dia's voice echoes from the darkness, "Come to me, little darling, so that I might show you true fear. If you feel like I'm mean now, you have never fought true evil. It's better if you wait until you understand a little more."
ank 04-10-07 10:26 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"I can have no fear, though I walk in the valley of darkness, as long as best friend is with me. Nothin' breaks true friendship, mommy says so and I believe it. The priesty guy back home says ta never be afraid neither, cause the gods be watchin' me."
She strides toward the sound of his voice, heedless of the warning.
"I'm not afraid of you, no sir I'm not."
Though she maintains a good front, you get the feeling that the shifting images in the swirling mass of billowy fog are setting her to unease.
Memnanth 04-11-07 08:14 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Little Darling, has your mother ever seen a Balor? Has the priest back home ever even heard of the dread cthulhu? Fear not however, nothing real can harm you here, only your fears enter this place." As Dia's voice echoes from the walls, wisps of fog dissipate to reveal mirrors lining a long passageway. Images of horrendous creatures appear on the mirrors, appearing to reach out to grasp the poor child."Every person carries within them the seeds of their own defeat. You have foolishly shown me yours." With this final sentence, "Teddy" appears in several pictures. In some of them he is torn by the vicious teeth and claws of demons. In others "Teddy" appears not as his normal self, but a terrible monster, descending upon Elise with vengence and anger clear in his eyes.
ank 04-12-07 09:20 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
ooc
You should like that picture Sorcen had to here and label it "for strong stomachs only." Sorry it's taking me longer to respond, I like to think on reponses at least a little, but RL has been catching up to me quite quickly. I'll try to keep posting at least once, more likely twice if I can help it, a night.
Elise looks bravely into the mirrors, one after the other. She holds strong for a few moments, doing nothing but staring deeply into the mirrors of Teddy being torn apart...and her about to be torn by him. The next part progressed along quickly, her resolve breaking down. Her upper lip quivers dangerously, her eyes tear up, making it hard to see, and her throat burns and clenched up with unspoken sobs.
Her head bobs forward as a gasp of air, a sob, a pitiful sound, can be heard from her as a salty tear begins its slow trail down her smooth cheek. This is soon followed by a desperate intake of air, whoosing over her mouth in a despairing break, before it all comes out in one solemn, soft (as moans go) and whiney note as more tears create a flowing stream.
"You're...you're lie..lieing. *Hic* Teddy is good and... and safe *hic*"
Her words come out in stuttered sentances between hiccups of air as more horrid images flash by in the mirrors. The stress is too much and she falls to her knees clutching tightly to her teddy bear, whos stuffing is being force straight to his head. Elise wants desperately to look away, but cannot seem to break eye contact with the mirrors of flashing images.
They invoke a primal sadness with each death that teddy endures. He was supposed to be the one constant in her life to the exclusion of all others; he was supposed to never die.
The snarling, dangerous teddys frighten her to death. Teddy isn't bad, he was her bestest friend, but he looks so ready to rip her limb from limb like some sort of rag doll. It is these images, not the others, that she seems to focus on the most. The snarling, raging, destructive teddy that hated her with the ultimate passion. When she could bear no more, she looked down, and saw the estranged, bloated head of her beloved bear.
Horrified, and with wide eyes, she threw Teddy a little ways across the floor. The images continue to wrack her brain with frightening thoughts, and she is forces to look away from teddy at a random spot in the ground. He lands bottom first, his head turned away from the young girl.
Elise is so terribly afraid, and sad, and confused, and little bit angry. It makes her want her teddy real bad, but each time she tries to hug Teddy closer to her, she grasps only the insubstantial air, and remembers anew that Teddy is a monster.
Elise is no longer looking at the discarded bear, who lies alone and abandoned on the cold reflective surface.
Lval only, or curious people
Lval is the first, and only, person in the arena to notice this next spectacle. Being so close to death, and with his certain affinity, he feels more than sees a stirring below. Looking at the teddy bear, he feels an aura of something that is dead, yet somehow alive; incorpial, but with no soul. The thing practically reeks of dark magics, but from within there is another feeling: an urge to keep Elise from suffering any longer.
The malignant aura spreads itself outward in all directions for the bear. It ignores everything around it, and when its presence finally reaches the mirrors...
The mirrors shatter soundlessly, and shards fall to the ground with a small tinkling sound. The images fade into clouds of multicolored vapor, which coagulate near the top of the palace, being reflected magnificantly by the mirror surface on the way up. This strange sight propts Elise from her despair to look at the sceen to find the images gone, shattered. Her eye is caught by Teddy, who during the ordeal managed to flop over and lie on its back, so that its eyes look right at Elise.
She wants to go over, pick up the Teddy, and give him a big hug, but the damage is already done. Unsure of anything anymore, Elise is sorting through her feelings, and colapses into the fetal position on the floor, sobbing in fear...
Memnanth 04-13-07 04:07 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
OOC: You make me feel like a terrible person. Seriously. Oh well, most people already thought I was.:OOC
As the mirrors shatter a man walks out of the mist. "I'm sorry you had to see that my poor dear. Unfortunately, relying upon your teddy like that would have eventually proved to hurt more than it helped. All children have toys, and this is proper. However, a battle is not the proper place for any toy, no matter how soundly built." As the man speaks, he picks up the teddy bear and hands it to the tear streaked child.
ank 04-13-07 04:21 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
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Well, you were asking for it :D Thats what happens when you agree to fight a little firl I guess? Anyways, you going to make a move here? I can give you another 20 seconds or so of emotional grief before Elise starts the, as Gideon put it, "stuffing beatdown."
She eyes both man and teddy suspiciously for a second, and then latches onto the bear for dear life, and the man has to pry his hand free from the vice formed by her two tiny arms.
"Teddy goes everywhere with me, I can't leave him behind, what if he gets lost and I never find him again?"
Elise isn't even bothing with the fact that this man is likely the opponent she is supposed to be beating on right now, and simply is taking a moment to make things better with her Teddy. Even the sight of her schorched dress and the feeling of her aching young bones cannot lift her from apathy. The tears soon start to dry, however, and are replaced with the bloodshot puffy-eyed look she had when she first came to the arena and looked up at the devil lord Sorcen.
Wiping her nose on a single finger, and then wiping that finger on her dress, she remembers where she is. This isn't somewhere she can just sit and have a good cry, its a battlefield...or a twisted hall of mirrors...Whatever it was, it was a bad place, and no good for hurted feelings.
"We're still bestest friends ain't we Teddy...?"
She says softly and politely. The fact that she doesn't burst out in sobs again, and the small smile on her face, can only testify to the answer she must have gotten.
Memnanth 04-13-07 07:15 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Elise hugs her bear tightly, she notices a slight protrusion. Upon inspection, Elise finds a piece of glass, probably picked up when the glass shattered from the force of her screams. Dia's voice echoes from the shadows "I told you he would be a liability." Then Teddy explodes in a shower of razorblade like glass shards. The bear is shredded from inside out as blades spiral outward from the tip of the original glass shard.
OOC: and you thought I was being nice didn't you?:OOC
ank 04-16-07 09:09 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
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Dodge. Always wanted someone to post a reply in here that consisted of just that one word
Anyways, sorry its been taking so long to reply. RL is dragging my back in and as much of my brainpower as can be manifested on a single subject is being used for catching up on some things I've got to do. Long story short: sorry it took so long. The shards of glass rip teddy asunder and scatter individual pieces of fluff to the far corners of the arena. Strangely, all of the glass somehow manages to miss Elise. It just sort of...deflects away from her in a way that would appear to be natural. A long ways away from the two combatents, a small needle pulses oh so faintly before extinguishing, and teddy is no more.
Elise stares a moment at the empty air she holds in her hand. In such a time of grief, there can be no words, and certainly not in that small lapse of time, but looking back on that moment she would discover that her conflicting emotions went something like this:
"He took teddy away. First he decapitated teddy in his mirrors, then he tried to have teddy kill me.
Her eyes, surprisingly, still have enough water for a single, small tear at this point.
"Then he gave teddy back to me, made me feel ok again. Then he killed teddy. He killed teddy! HE KILLED TEDDY!!!!
With a cry that is more snarl than screem, so lunges at her opponent, arms raised and fingers extended, looking to rend flesh. He mouth opens wide to reveal small, pointy teeth ready to sink into flesh and never let go. And her face is contorted into an expression of pure hatred...
Memnanth 04-16-07 09:59 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Caught by surprise, Dia is quickly swarmed under by the surprisinly strong child. He quickly attempts to roll towards a nearby mirror.
ank 04-16-07 10:32 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Dia struggles to get free, Elise moves with him, always trying to somehow pin him to the ground. Her medium-long nails rake into his flesh, actually drawing trails of blood. Her teeth sink deeply into his back and she tears backwards, straining the skin there, which finally comes loose just as he breaks away. She spits the small section out as she chases after the scrambling Dia Duit, whos head start is obviously going to allow him to just make it to the mirror before Elise does.
Memnanth 04-18-07 04:33 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Moments before Elise gets within grabbing range, she feels a pull on her feet. A shard of glass of glass was forming a coil over her left foot! Even as she wonders at the magic involved in liquifying a piece of glass and re-crystalizing it so quickly, Dia reached a darkly shadowed corner, and dissappeared.
ank 04-19-07 06:43 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
The mirror tendril wraps itself around Elises leg like a snake and she lets out a shriek of surprise as she trips and falls to the ground. She keeps trying to move toward the fading footsteps of Dia Duit with the determination of a forest stalker, but the mirror holds tight as she extends a hand towards him and struggles to get up.
Realizing Dia has left, she sinks into a state of weakness after the initial rage and sinks into a depressed state. After a brief moment of doing nothing but staring off, perhaps in disbelief, perhaps in dissapointment, perhaps in both, she remembers the thing that tripped her and turned to glare angrily at the band of mirror that reflects portions of her face, as if it were slashed cleanly apart. Lifting her fist, she pounds down on the mirror a couple of times before it snaps and releases her from its oppressive grip. A few more bashes and more shattered mirror fragments lie discarded upon the floor.
"Teddy, Teddy...? I can't hear you Teddy! Where are you!?"
Meanwhile, across the arena of scattered mirrors, and single needle and thread begin to move with predetermined grace. A small piece of fabric begins to take shape obscurely...
Memnanth 04-19-07 07:53 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Wounded and surprised, Dia retreats to a corner to hide and plan. Within moments, a new idea forms itself in his head, and he cloaks himself in shadows.
ank 04-20-07 09:12 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise gets up and looks all around, trying to find the "big meanie" that did this to her. She starts by searching the corner where Dia dissapeared.
Meanwhile, and needle diligently threads itself into and out of rows of fabric. Two bear feet are becoming visable, although there is no stuffing inside of them and as such they are near impossible to distinguish from the floor.
Lord_Gareth 04-22-07 08:38 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Elise begins to search for Dia, the mirrors he has conjured shatter, not into shards, but into tiny reflective fragments that spiral into the sky as more mirrors conjure themselves into being, laying themselves in place of the ground, constructing mad, symmetrical buildings that claw their way into the hellscape's sky, showing no intention of stopping their ascent. And, should they look up, the two combatants see the shards of Dia's mirrors enlongate, expand, growing impossibly large for such small objects before falling to the ground around the two combatants in a large circle, and then stacking themselves over and over, until they are contained in an ever-heigtenening tower of mirrors. No windows, no doors, only stairs leading up, up, up, endlessly, into the burning sky.
Memnanth 04-23-07 03:57 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
OOC: I'm still waiting on whether the needle and thread is in shadow or not.:OOC
As Dia's carefully constructed mirrors shatter and rebuild themselves, he is momentarily stunned. However, as the mirrors elongate and build on top of themselves, his subtle smirk stretches into a full smile. Soon Elise sees a blur darting from mirror to mirror, and reappearing out of another mirror at a random location.
ank 04-24-07 08:45 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise seems to be confused by the mirrors, and seems to have temporarily forgotten that her opponent is lurking as she reaches into the the mirrors.
The needle continues to weave through fabric, and soon, a patchwork-patterned body begins to appear, and the stuffing that was scattered throughout the arena begins to fill the ratty thing up, making it stand out as it's fuller form becomes relfected by several of the lower mirrors. Fortunately, Elise isn't looking, because this headless, slowly inflating bear looks like a monstrosity
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Sorry, tried to make it apparent that a good pair of eyes could have found it, but that it wasn't obvious. I gues hiding in the shadows doesn't mean you have to have eyes to pierce them. Anyways, that should help you out if you were in any doubt.
Memnanth 04-29-07 10:29 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Elise reaches into the mirror, she sees the darting blur that is Dia screaming towards her at a speed nearly impossible for humans to obtain. Even as she glances to more fully view her opponent, he disappears into a puddle of shadow.
ank 05-02-07 05:10 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise continues to stammer around the mirrors, testing the infernal contraptions. In a bout of sudden anger, she tries to kick one to pieces, but finds that all she gets for the effort is a stubbed toe. Bouncing up and down on foot, while holding onto the other, she feels a chill run down the spine of her back. She turns fearfully to see what was there, but finds nothing.
"Teddy? Sorcen? ..."
She draws in closer to herself
"Creepy guy??"
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Stuffing that was scattered across the floor of the arena begins to roll on over to where the bear the lying on the ground. Of its own accord, the filing begins to fly back into the limp bear's body and give volume to the arms , legs, and eventually, body. As it finishes stuffing itself, the needle and thread re-attach the bear's head from te several scattered pieces.
Last to come are the eyes: little black buttons that roll onto their proper places are are fixed promptly in place. They are both attached firmly against the face, but as a last touch the needle pokes into the thread and tears almost all of it away, causing the eye to hang rather limp, as if it had seen the wear of years. Similair changes are made to the body, as dirt just seems to attract to it, the material takes on an aged look, and overall the bear begins to look like the creepy relic it was not long ago. The last improvement is to add a stitched mouth line. The needle clicks in and out of fabric muzzle, and seconds later the bear sports a cruel, cunning, creepy smile that sends chills down the spine. This doesn't last long though, for as the needle makes a final movement the entire row of thread tightens and settles, giving the old mouth back as good as old. The needle stabs into the bear's chest and buries itseld there, near the chest, and even upon close inspection you would not have been able to tell any difference between the bear before and after...
Memnanth 05-02-07 11:14 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise hears a voice shouting, as if from a great distance away. "Everything will be fine Elise," the corridor echoes, "just walk toward us a little."
ank 05-03-07 11:55 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Hello?"
Hearing no answer, and hoping for the best, Elise begins to plod on down the corridor to the voices.
"Who's there? Mommy? Is that you Mommy??"
She begins to move faster and eventually breaks into an all-out run.
"Help, I'm lost an' I don't know where I am. I wanna go home to my mommie!!"
Memnanth 05-04-07 07:12 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Elise wanders the hall, the voice grows louder and draws her on. As she trudges through this new smoke filled maze of mirrors, the gentle voice emanates continuously from the left, calling her forward. Suddenly, the corridor ends in a blank wall, behind which the voice seems tantalizingly near.
ank 05-04-07 08:06 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Hello? Who's there? I can't see you"
Elise cranes her neck to try and peer around the wall, and then stands on tiptoes and tries to see on top.
"Where'd you go? Help me, I'm lost!"
She puts her head on the door and pounds his fist into the wall in frustration. She steps backwards a couple of feet, and then runs full on and slams into the wall with all of her pent up frustration.
Memnanth 05-04-07 09:05 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Elise prepares to slam into the mirror, she feels a slurking sensation. When she opens her eyes, she at first believes she has gone crazy. As far as the eye can see, she see's little windows stitched into a black field. Even as she struggles to register the changes in her sorroundings, Dia's voice resonates from the darkness, "Welcome to my little corner of the plane of mirrors. Take a look, and see what is happening outside."
ank 05-06-07 07:58 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
ooc
I'll let you detail those mirrors then before I make my last ditch effort then shall I?
Elise is very cautious as she approaches him. The last time dealt with this man, he made teddy explode in glass shrapnel.
"Teddy"
The word barely manages to moister he eyes at this point. Elise is all out of tears, her eyes hurt, her body hurts, she just plain hurts.
"I just wanna go home..."
Like a captive, tired and defeated, she walks up to a mirror, and looks at it with a heartless, souless gaze of hopelessness.
Memnanth 05-07-07 07:49 AM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
As Elise looks out the window/mirror, she gazes upon a vista she has seen before. She has never seen it from this angle before however. With a start she recognizes her father, shaving in the early morning sunlight. Dia says from behind her "I can show you how to get there, but you can't get there yourself. All it takes is two words..."
ank 05-10-07 10:18 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
Elise stares into the mirror, unable to stop her longing to be home again. She cannot cry, can barely pout, but can't just stand there. She feels a fire building in the back of her throat and in her chest that she somehow seeks to quench. She swallows hard, but it does nothing to help, and only exhausts her that much more.
As she continues to look into the mirror, however, the image for her dims somewhat. The golden sunlight steaming through the trees becomes darker, as if the woods were thicker than they really are. The entire sceen looks like a dim screem. Into this portrait, another scene unveils itself.
A single teddy bear lies forsaken on the cold, dark floor in a solitary room. The details of this room are scarse, and this little teddy could, in fact, be anywhere.
Elise recognises it in a second. In such a state of emotional turmoil, she can hardly think, but somehow the rough equivalent of this enters her brain:
"That's Teddy. Teddy's not here with me. Teddy's dead. This picture isn't real, maybe daddy isn't real either. This is all one big trick. *sniff* he's tryin' to make me quit with his fancy-pants mirrors..."
Still, when she snaps out of her solemn reflection, she finds that her hand has inadvertenly drifted to the mirror. It lies flat on the smooth surface of the mirror, right on the spot where Teddy is. Her eyes moisten, ever so slightly. The water of her eyes is not enough to form even a single tear, but it runs down the glistening trail left by its forbearers.
The mirror begins to ripple unexpectely, as though it were made of quicksilver, and Elises hand glides earily though. To her own facination, she watches her hand enter the mirror, move closer...closer...and finally, grasp something soft and comforting. Pulling her hand out, she looks down at a familiar pair of eyes, and she is still.
You can almost...almost hear it as her brain snaps.
"I...Mommie...Teddy...Daddy...kill? No...dead...I...
She turns to face Memnath, fixing him with a cold state of bewilderment. In her eyes, he can see the effects of lunacy haunting her face. Giggles nervously, the dementia apparent in her high-pitched girlish tone.
"Hehe..hehehahahehehaha! Myyyyy Teeeeeeeddddyyyyyyyyyyy dddoooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssnnn'ttt llllllllliiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeee yyyooooouuuuuuuuu. Hehehehehe."
She begins to rock back and forth on the balls of her feet, apparently lost in her own little world, a single phrase reverberating in her head:
"All It takes is two words..."
Memnanth 05-12-07 10:59 PM
Re: Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator (In Character Thread)
"Little Girls should not play with powerful and sentient magical artifacts." Dia says, backing away from the aweful calamity awaiting the child. "His little stunt with the mirror may have just cost you your life." Dia's hand latches onto the window sill, and he impossible launches himself into the mirror. However, rather than appearing on the other side of the mirror, he has totally disappeared. "Ripping holes in a carefully crafted dimension, held together by sheer mental strength isn't a good idea. Especially to insert yourself, Mr. Teddy Bear. The question now is whether you can use your powers to pull the child with you."
In all reality, we probably should have lost that battle, if for nothing else but a full attack action. (he did that a couple times...thank goodness for an intelligent familiar and a wand of cure critical wounds! Don't forget aspect of the platinum dragon; good for 110 temporary hitpoints as a swift action). But it's still good fun...exepting the times that the DM actually wants you to die, and isn't setting up the proposterous encounter listed above without a 3 week warning and a smile of all of our faces :D
And that was ignoring the possibility of magic (If it was a wizard replace 'dodges' with you missed, the sword passing thoguh the illusion... or even a sudden windwall)
The point is, I never get how DMs let that pass, when they could easily, easily counter it. Its one thing to play a band of red-shirts, by the dice, but a BBEG? The guy you'd figure should at least get to die in the second round of swinging, not before the fight, by a melee grunt...
And like I said, DMs are ultimately suppose to let their pawns/players win, or at least come out alive, and a special event (like your dragon one) is one thing, but I just will likely never get it if someone goes down easy for no real reason.
As to DMing, if no-one minds potential mass TPKs I could give it a shot, but somehow I reckong my posting times are way too off-peak for it to be anything but drawn out in every way.
Then, of course, there's always the trouble of dodging 5 magic missile spells a turn (that's me
) after having lowering its spell resistance by 15 (me again. Took me three rounds, but when it got down there )Edit: To Gareth: My response, "Translucent green wings unfurl from behind the dragon, blocking your sight of the creature just as your arrow closes. It bounces harmlessly off this shield of force, which dissapears soon after."
Welcome to the wonderful second level, immediate action, wings of cover. You like? :D
But the point is, as far as I'm concerned when it comes to BBEGs, there playing to the RAW, and playing to not look like your chosen avatar in-game is a pansy.
Must resist urge to shout 'shield'...
This was a BBEG for a FIRST LEVEL PARTY. He was, like, a 5th level Necromancer. His big bad spell was Vampiric Touch. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM THIS GUY?
And what do I expect? Not to die in the first round, to the first attack, from a level 1. Thats it. Anything else, he's a wizard, it should either be a TPK or we see why wizards have their reputations for 'weak mage wrists' and the like. But at least he has some... challenge then. Not a lucky roll removing anything but humour from the climax.
And before anyone says, I've nothing against humour in-game... but to a BBEG... If it happens it should be far far worse. Such as the BBEG rises again, to find the party told Everyone, and their little doggies, this story.
Anyways, yer in luck (sort of). If you consider me good enough for the job, than I'm in for the game. how does an all-kobold half-strategy (setting up defenses and the like) game sound to you all? I can go into more detail, if you like.
I mean, come on! You live gods know how far apart, and likely will never even come NEAR each other. Let the other guy play the way he wants to. Khael, go ahead. Have the BBEG avoid the attack using rule 0. Your players have more fun because of it? Good. Keep doing it.
Gareth...you guys like playing hard and fast by the rules? GO FOR IT! HAVE A BLAST!
But is it really that big a deal what one person prefers? Not really. Gareth...in our conversation earlier today, did I yell at you for not liking my "PC's start out with NPC classes idea?"
No. And I happen to LOVE that idea. But you didn't...different opinions. So you don't like it and I do. Big deal. It's the same thing here. So both of you take a deep breath and repeat the following:
"Khael/Gareth (whichever is appropriate), I respect your right to play the game in your own fashion, and I will not continue this pointless arguement which will in no way change either of our opinions, but will annoy the entire Sorcen's Baator community."
There. See how easy that is?
Geez...
And it does mean something. Given we started talking about a Baatorian-group D&D game and all... Someone among us would have to DM.
As to the DMing...I might be able to be roped into it. I wouldn't say I'm exactly skilled as a DM, but I could probably manage it fairly well.
On the plus side, neither Gareth nor Khael would have much of a chance of arguing me into changing my mind. You guys would have to accept MY play style...:D
And now Gid has to ruin all our fun by being "mature" and stuff.
Now, Cog, no offense, but you aren't packing the world's best track record here. Enworld's been delayed by EVERYONE, including and especially you, for a very long time.
And Khael - maybe playing hard and fast by the rules can be merciless, but it's merciless BOTH WAYS. I've had players whine that I'm too mean when that orc just ubercritted with Power Attack, a scythe, and their 4th level Druid self, because the rules are merciless to everyone. If my BBEG gets a mountain dropped on him in the middle of his monologue (don't ask how that happened), then so be it. If they happen to get jumped by the next BBEG (the Archmage lich from Libris Mortis) in the middle of downtime while they're doing spell research in the middle of a city with no weapons or armor, guess what, they just got punk'd by a lich. It is my dearly held opinion that Rule 0 should NEVER be invoked to save ANYONE.
Which lead one player to actually cry after he experienced character death for the first time in 5 years because I was the first DM with the cajones to tell him that I wasn't going to save him.
Have I caused a TKP? Yes. Does it happen often? No. Because I play my monsters smart, my players become smart. If yours can't do that, I suggest you beat them with the PHB until they learn. Mine did - and fast.
I highly reccomend Ravenlofting them. If that doesn't scare it into them, NOTHING will.
Anyway, I'll go ask the plothook mods for permission to move the game there, see y'all in a while.
So, what I'm trying to say is: "Wha? We were fighting?" :P
Edit: are we talking kobald enemies, or kobald PC's here? I'm good with whatever you guys throw together, but be warned; there hasen't been a new game on that thread for about a month now, and you will have to beat off interlopers with a very large stick.
And if anyone accuses me of throwing away my characters like tissues if I keep dying, I know cyberkinesis, and I will leave it at that.
...Sorry. I had to. :D
Sounds good to me.
Anyway, I've sent the PM, gid is DMing, it's twelve o'clock and all's well. I may start that game anyway, but only once I have finished moving the current one. Until then, nothing. After that though, I will have the game on plothook, and anyone who wants in is welcome to hop onboard.
Anyway, I've sent the PM, gid is DMing, it's twelve o'clock and all's well.
Actually, it's 6:42 by my clock :D
And yeah, I'd have no problems with you joining :D
So, Gid, if you're DMing, can you answer a few quick questions before we start so I can start brainstorming?
1. What level?
2. Stats/H.P./Houserules?
3. Races?
4. Setting?
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Yeah, I'd like to know too. Glad you like the kobold idea, ank. I just got a kobold book that's way better than what I've heard of RotD though(never bought it): check this out
I'm open to any low levels (I haven't done this in a while...I don't want to have all those high level spells/abilities to worry about yet), any game style, and any overarching theme.
Which is something to think about. Do you guys want Horror? Mystery? Indiana Jones style adventure/quests? Naval Battles? Full-fledged War? Court Intrigue?
I'm open to all ideas.
As to house rules...I'm not sure. Again, depends on the sort of game. Armor as DR, class defense bonus, and my own personal wound point variant are all possibilities, as are spell points/recharge magic (maybe). I usually allow homebrew if it passes my rather strict guidelines, and (as Gareth can attest to) have pretty much every book available to me (or can get it within a few hours).
So...start shooting out ideas. I'll see what people have in common, and work from there.
And for the love of god, don't do armor as DR. Please. That's bad enough in Star Wars *shudders*
I can do horror and Indiana Jones (though I always end up playing clunky characters in Jones-type adventures for some reason. I usually shell out pretty quick for something to deal with chasms.).
Personally, with Frostburn now in my possession (thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou) I'd love to do something in the frozen North. Heck, I'd do Spine of the World if I could get my claws on the Player's Guide to Faerun - I already have the SRD to give me the Arctic races.
Edit: oh ya, and as you may know, im a bit of a dragon buff. Throw anything draconic into the camapain and you'll have my mosty-undivided attention for quite some time
'kay, done.
Super Template Man - a Half-Elf with every template that you can ever apply to a humanoid all at once, and one level in Commoner. There's a lot of "half-" on his sheet.
The +5 Human - a human with a +5 enhancement bonus due to a confusion about magical tattoos by one of our past DMs. All numerical stats and rolls gain a +5 bonus. He is an 18th level Wizard.
Exalted Character - a reformed criminal, he is the most evil exalted character ever. He is credited with lines such as, "You call yourselves evil? You haven't even raped her yet!" and the "What are you thinking of?" "Jaden naked" incident (when Jaden found out, he PUNCHED HIMSELF IN THE FACE, knocked himself out saying, "You LOSE madam!" to prevent her from taking her revenge)
Jaden - Because she's THE melee brute.
Umm... nevermind exalted, where was your DM?
And my DM was in his chair, laughing so hard that his face turned blue.
And Jaden won't kill him - though she did beat him to -9021756453 nonlethal.
BTW ank, what do you mean by "expansion sources"?
Funny thing? He converted her to good. Thank you, BoED
why not skip to the wedding dinner so we can wrap that up?
I just saw that, and it sounds so much like something my mother might say, it's scary. (sorry if I upset you, just thought it was a bit funny, since I was thinking you two would get along rather well.)
Well duh. I have a Chaotic Good Bard (actually, 18 Death Bard) who keeps his succubus WIFE in a Bag of Holding to unleash upon his enemies - and he casts a Mordenkeinen's Mansion every night from a rod for some demonic lovin'.
Funny thing? He converted her to good. Thank you, BoED
...wha? ...nevermind, I think that's enough brain damage for one day:P .
Also, to whoever brought up Xvarts...NO. NEVER. EVER. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.
Nothing about that is balanced...let alone a -2 LA.
I'll have to rule out psionics and incarnum though...not because I don't have them, but simply because it's a lot of work on my part to include them, and I'm not an expert on either system.
ToB, ToM, Complete, Frostburn, Stormwrack, Sandstorm, Races, etc...pretty much any non-psionic non-incarnum is fine by me.
If so, no, I don't. I don't normally use those, as I always have to balance check the classes, and that's not something I enjoy doing. If you send me the stuff though, I can take a look and give you a ruling.
On that note, I may one day do a D&D game (statless of course) on the RPG Central part of the new site, one day. So theres something to think about.
I also have a random urge to create a desert based chracater that rides an Ibex, maybe dire Ibex.
The Qunitessential Kobold.
If you allow kobolds (not askin for a negative LA or anything), and give me the numbers (starting level etc.), I will decide what exactly I want (narrow it down from "which part of this book do you like most?" "Yes."), and send it to ya. As far as I can tell though, it's unusually well-balanced stuff, and I can alert you to any possible overpowered tricks and the like.
On another note, I'd be nice to see you try to run a campain Sorcen, instead of just watching and judging the random slaughter that occurs here. By the way, I know you competed in the first ever battle here (i read that far) but were you ever involved in any further battles?
Edit: Oh, and Coz, if you need any suggestions for a kobald enhancement, let me know. There are certain benefits to having races of the dragon, one of which involves nearly every kobald being able to cast one sorcerer lvl 1 spell 1/day as a spell-like ability.
Edit 2: I'd say, for a low-level campain, I would prefer at least a level three campain, level four preferably. Level five is really good too (thats when spellcasters start turning really useful) but I'm not going to push my luck that far (yet).
I'm pretty easy-going in a lot of ways.
With Gideon's new judging system on the new site though, I now have the opportunity to throw my hat in the ring for a match if I feel froggy or if someone challenges me.
When I first saw that, heck, when my DM first saw that, we had to wonder if it was a misprint. sharing too many stories, must not strain others' eyes
In the end, he allowed me to use it and see how it went. Soon thereafter, my allies, as they are wont to do, turned on me and tried to kill me for my share of the loot (real nice aren't they?). Anyway, I'm going down, but I manage to pull off a power word: pain spell on him. 4d4 duration...
The DM was kind enough to move the game along quickly, with the introduction of a monster, but fortunately for that player the DM accepts begging for forgiveness, and allowed me to use it as a dissmissable spell
The DM was kind enough to move the game along quickly, with the introduction of a monster, but fortunately for that player the DM accepts begging for forgiveness, and allowed me to use it as a dissmissable spell
...or if someone challenges me.
Ooo! Ooo! Pick me! :D
Edit: Sorcen: Oh ya, who in their right mind is going to challenge the lord of hell to a duel
Me, apparently (see above post)
Gareth, if you want, I can set it northwards, so that you can play something from Frostburn :D
Anyone specific you'd like to...
Wait. Hold everything.
Coin is free again.
Edit: *Reads above*
*pause*
Edit: Sorcen: Oh ya, who in their right mind is going to challenge the lord of hell to a duel
Skraal. That kinda stuff is practically his hobby.
So... I'm coz now, am I? Ah, the abbreviations never end...
Anyways, thanks Ank, but I'm more than happy enough with my current stuff.
So... I'm coz now, am I? Ah, the abbreviations never end...
Anyways, thanks Ank, but I'm more than happy enough with my current stuff.
Oops? Well thought I'd offer anyways. *checks time* I should probably get off soon anyways...
Edit: Somebody help me. None of my campains are running, I've played only 2 table top games in three months, and as a consequence I'm posting as much as (or more than) Gideon! The horror!
Anyways, cog and taz are two characters I played in the same game, an eberron campaign run by my dad. Currently 4th level warforged artificer and rogue3/fighter2 changeling (soon to turn warshaper followed by master inquisitive).
Actually, they were my first D&D characters, and as such are rather more boring than most of my characters RP-wise.
Oh Gid, whoever you pick should be fine. The desert guy will be on a mortal level but I think I can handle a challenge.
Anyway, would it be OK if I used my Arcane Soul class (should be in my sig) for it?
Also, I'd like a fight with Sorcen as well.
Tomb-raider/IJ style base
Any non-psi/incarnum sources (Is that official or homemade open source? (As in a link can be provided for homebrew))
And who challenges Sorcen? As a player anyone he asks I'd imagine, As the character... we'll see (Though Gladiator comes to mind...)
And if we ever consider doing another game, remember I never said I wouldn't DM, just that time might be a problem, so I'd prefer having a Co-DM for that, and certain RP reasons. For another time of course since Gid's stepped in.
Hey Gid - remember WAAAY back, when you clicked a link in my siggy that lead to the Dra'Konites and you declared them balanced? I have yet to *test* that theory. Ignoring the badly-written flavor block that shames me greatly, you think I could test 'em out? See if they're actually balanced?
Now imagine a new species.
It's gonna take me DAYS to get this character idea out of my head...maybe I can still play her with some changes. Hey Gid, if I could find a way to remove the psionics from Soulknife, do you think I can still use the statistics? It greatly, GREATLY describes the character I have in mind.
Also I'm going to start a story in the Once Upon a Time board section...
Yes, Homebrew will be allowed, if I get to look over it. So Gareth? Resend me that link, (the Dra'Konites) will you?
Dragor, I'm about to take a gander at your class. I'll give you the ruling sometime soon.
Suffice to say in terms of bizarre characters I've planned previously, but never used, SOLDIERs, self-healing Warforged warriors, and my favourite, the warforged warlock, are all nice ones. Did I mention how much fun I think a warforged warlock is, even if it is a little weird mechanically? (It's mostly because I envisage a variety of body-contained gizmos instead of 'magic')
And Cog? Remember to remind me when it's my time to come into the campaign thread :D
Eh? Campaign thread? If you mean the one I moved, y'know what to do.
I do? Really?
I was under the impression that I didn't. Please tell me more of what I know :P
Also, do you have a link to where it is now?
But please... no finger painted 'Lara was ere' signs... even though that would be way cool doubled with a T-rex chase.
I'm currently thinking (unless anyone really complains), something crossed between D20 modern and standard D&D with regards to technology. I could use either system, whichever player's preferred. But there may (if people are okay with it) be vehicles, firearms, etc.
Any problems with that? Do you guys want d20 modern or D&D as the base?
A shamshir rests on his white sash around his waist and he sits atop a custom made saddle. As he climbs down from his mount, his robe's sleeves fall away from his arms to reveal arcane symbols tattooed all along his arms. He pets his ibex's side as he makes his way to the registration desk. As he nears the desk, he moves the white cloth from his face to show his face. He sports a jet black moustache and goatee and his facial features are smooth yet hardened by his desert life. He is suave with his movements and it is hard to resist his charm when he flashes his smile.
He picks up the pen at the registry desk and winks before speaking in a smooth and suave accent, "I will be competing in this fine arrena." His name is now signed on the register, باطلة باطلة بصورة (Batil Ghasbi). He flashes his smile and along with it, flashes some diamonds and a few soulgems he had stashed in his left hand. One of the soulgems makes its way toward the desk attendent, "Who would I talk to about the terrain during my match."
I'm gonna PM you my idea for that character. She was never a Soulknife per se, really, so I've got a few ideas.
That said...several problems.
Why does Arcane Form give you a miss chance? SR makes more sense. Also, it's usable quite often...maybe a bit to much.
You eventually get 7 uncanny magic spells. Seems a bit much for me, especially with no real restrictions/limits other than spell level...there's some great combos possible that seem a little to good.
Enhanced Magic is FAR to good. With 6 uses per day and a standard 4/encounter/day system, you'll be in arcane form every fight. And allowing up to 8 levels of free metamagic to EVERY SPELL CAST? No. Just no.
Arcane skill doesn't really make sense with the rest of the class. Why is it there?
One with the Mage: Magic is incoporeal? Alright...but personally I'd see it more as granting the Outsider type and elemental immunities...maybe a couple other abilities.
That said, Magefire could stand to be a little stronger...or it's not really going to be used that often.
It's an interesting concept, but it needs a bit of work before I'd allow it.
Although an interesting idea with this is to make it into a melee beast (without changing anything). I'd be tempted to go into Arcane Form, cast buff spells with Persistant Spell and Enhanced Magic 6 for no penalty, then cast Troll Shape or something and just go nuts.
For example:
Expeditious Retreat (x2 movement to negate future penalties)
Improved Invisibility
Kiss of the Vampire
Greater Blink
Contingency (Tenser's Transformation when I cast Troll Shape)
Stone Body
Troll Shape
Go on...hurt me. I dare you.
In other words D&D base, unless everyone else says different.
And I have no problem with bringing in that tech level myself.
IC:
As the gem 'disappears', the devil, a grin stretched across its face, responds,
"Very well sir, Arrangements for specific arena surfaces can be made with any of the undead constructs scattered about in the black heraldry, via the Lord judges directly, or here. You just declare the field to 'us', and it can be done."
And as to boards, I think it'll depend. The first idea was on the 'real' boards here, but that may vary. CoC can be a ***** and all that, which might affect things.
IC:
As the gem 'disappears', the devil, a grin stretched across its face, responds,
"Very well sir, Arrangements for specific arena surfaces can be made with any of the undead constructs scattered about in the black heraldry, via the Lord judges directly, or here. You just declare the field to 'us', and it can be done."
"Ah quite good then, I'll have desert cliffs, steep and sheer and dangerous if at all possible. Thank you." He slides two of his diamonds over and winks, then calmly makes his way to the tavern, whistling for his ibex mount to follow him.
I have almost statted the characters, I wanna play.
The one is a gish, the other is a rogue with minor sorcerous ability.
The gish: Draconic Orc/Wild Elf Battle Sorcerer with Dragonblood substitution levels, Abjurant Champion
The Rogue: Dark Kobold Rogue Sorceror (Arcane trickster, Unseen seer, Uncanny trickster)
I can drop the templates, but I like them and there are only +1 both.
I've decided to reverse my previous statement about technomancy and run a campaign idea I've had for a while.
Magic will be fairly low-key in terms of some of the more powerful spells (some teleport style spells, massive area control spells, and some of the stronger domination/save-or effects will be excluded...the spellcaster, if there is one, should talk to me personally about spell choice), but it's found in the world in abundance.
There is a high rate of semi-magical technology, from modes of transport to communication, although the world is dotted with areas where magic is either unstable or simply dead. (Yes, a mage will still be useful if you want one on board).
Firearms are available...at a premium, for the technology is fairly recent. Run all character concept by me first, and I'll either work them in and approve them, or ask you to return to the drawing board.
House Rules at this point in time: I've got an hp variant system I might end up using...not sure yet. Spell points (and spell point fatigue) are going in, and Class defense bonuses as well. Firearms will require Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Pistols, Longarms, etc...more to come later).
The characters will start in a fairly major city, most likely members of the Explorer's Guild...a group of people called upon by those seeking assistance in all sorts of dangerous undertakings. A call was given to each of you recently, asking you to convene at a location to be announced later.
More on the world later.
Classes: If you can get it to work with the story I'll post sometime in the next few days, I'll probably allow it (if it fits my vision of the world...or you can make it fit said vision)
Race-wise I'm going LA +0, most common are Humans, Dwarves, and Gnomes. Elves are VERY uncommon, as are half-elves for similiar reasons. Taking a bit from Eberron, Orcs are civilized, but their civilization is a bit removed from the rest of the civilized world, so Half-Orcs are also quite uncommon. Halflings are gone...sorry to those who like them.
Other races you would like to play...PM me about them, and I'll tell you how they fit in.
What's to stop us simply holding the game here? If things get really out of hand CoC wise (which I highly doubt...it's not going to be me running a horror game, so...), WizO Shadow seems to be a pretty easy-going person, and I'm sure she'd be happy to simply let us edit instead of getting out the ban-hammer.
I'm PMing you again - incidentally, Jessica is an Arctic Elf - the same species as Endeca.
One of my more rule-intensive DMs (I'd never take a character from his campaign to Sorcen's, if you catch my drift) started using this alternate point buy system recently that we've had great success with. All stats start at 10, and you have 23 points to spend. Everything is a one-for-one basis (which means you can have 2 18s and a 17 if all other stats are at 10). The system comes highly reccomended by me.
Also, if you want to do some homebrew work on a class, just tell me. We'll get something to work.
Gid - get on Yahoo. PMs are too slow now that I've experienced IMs :P
I'll be on later...right now I really should get something done. :D
Oh...by the way...try not to abuse all those extra actions, won't you? :P
Must...resist...the urge...to take..Vow of Poverty...with a class...that self-generates....weapons...
NO. That feat DOES NOT EXIST. *stands in denial*
Yes, you don't have to micro every move but you still have to roll and post, use your feats, skills, spells etc. according to rules.
Yes, it's a lot of RPing. But dice are rolled, damage is dealt, skills are used. :D
But you may have a point.
I'll check out Plothook as a possibility.
Dragor...I might allow it, depending on what system people like, and how high-magic I decide the campaign is.
That said...several problems.
Why does Arcane Form give you a miss chance? SR makes more sense. Also, it's usable quite often...maybe a bit to much.
You eventually get 7 uncanny magic spells. Seems a bit much for me, especially with no real restrictions/limits other than spell level...there's some great combos possible that seem a little to good.
Enhanced Magic is FAR to good. With 6 uses per day and a standard 4/encounter/day system, you'll be in arcane form every fight. And allowing up to 8 levels of free metamagic to EVERY SPELL CAST? No. Just no.
Arcane skill doesn't really make sense with the rest of the class. Why is it there?
One with the Mage: Magic is incoporeal? Alright...but personally I'd see it more as granting the Outsider type and elemental immunities...maybe a couple other abilities.
That said, Magefire could stand to be a little stronger...or it's not really going to be used that often.
It's an interesting concept, but it needs a bit of work before I'd allow it.
Although an interesting idea with this is to make it into a melee beast (without changing anything). I'd be tempted to go into Arcane Form, cast buff spells with Persistant Spell and Enhanced Magic 6 for no penalty, then cast Troll Shape or something and just go nuts.
For example:
Expeditious Retreat (x2 movement to negate future penalties)
Improved Invisibility
Kiss of the Vampire
Greater Blink
Contingency (Tenser's Transformation when I cast Troll Shape)
Stone Body
Troll Shape
Go on...hurt me. I dare you.
Well, the arcane form miss chance part is to make it capable to pop up and play with its spells in unusual places, without going splat in five seconds.
The amount of times that it could go to magic spirit form was made directly from the barbarian rage advancement, but you may be right.
For the 8th levels of metamagic, I figured it had to be pretty neat at Level 20to keep up with what you can build using other stuff... And it isn't made for multiclassing.
About the one with the magic ability, I think thats just a difference in onlook.
The point in magefire was to give it a little usefulness if it ran out of spells, which due to the limited amount of spells per day is more likely to happen than with a wizard.
I don't think its very clear, but uncanny magic and enhanced magic doesn't combine.
Finally isn't contingency (and a few other of the spells in the combo) a 7th level spell? In that case no access, only up to 6th level spells for casting... and I think the limit was lover on the uncanny magic.
Also, every spell on that list is 6th or lower, and you had no text denoting a limit on uncanny magic.
In addition, that build didn't even USE uncanny magic. It abused Enhanced Magic...with that guy, I don't even NEED any spells on in Arcane mode...although I suppose I could stack additional buffs and use it in combat for a miss chance.
This still a Northern campaign?
Kick 'em While They're Down [General]
Prerequisites: Combat Reflexes, Dexterity 13
Benefit: Whenever an enemy stands from prone in a space you threaten, you gain an attack of opportunity against that enemy.
Votes:
Gareth's system
Standard 30 point buy
I roll 25d6, drop the 7 lowest, and you combine and arrange as desired
I roll several stat sets (say...5) and you pick and choose between them
Roll 4d6 (online, with link), drop lowest 1
Or...and this is me hesitantly putting this out there...PM me the stats you think your character SHOULD have.
There's to much potential for abuse otherwise.
Alternatively, I can also stomach the rolls with Invisiblecastle, though I can and will throw away the straight 3's I got once.
And Dragor...I'd happily discuss this with you on the class thread itself if you want. I didn't mean to be so...abrupt to dismiss it. I'm always ready to talk something out. Should I post on that thread?
As to the Enhanced magic in Arcane Spirit form, I understand that. Watch the play-by-play.
Round 1: Arcane Spirit Form
Round 2: Persistant Expeditious Retreat (x2 movement to negate future penalties)
Round 3: Persistant Improved Invisibility
Round 4: Persistant Kiss of the Vampire
Round 5: Persistant Greater Blink
Round 6: Contingency (Persistant Tenser's Transformation when I cast Troll Shape)
Round 7: Contingency (Persistant Stone Body when I cast Troll Shape)
Round 8: Troll Shape
Arcane Form goes away until I use it again...but the Persistant spells remain the full 24 hours. In combat, I use Arcane Form again, simply to get the miss chance, and I'm golden.
Speaking of - can you toss those books my way? I wanna be able to host a campaign there, yet I woefully lack any books more recent than 2nd Edition. It's rather depressing.
Gonna start making Jessica now - you SURE about Kick 'Em While They're Down? :P
'Course, I could always go Elusive Target instead...
As to Kick 'em While They're Down...I'm going to say no. Sorry, but I can just see to much abuse from that one.
Elusive Target though...that's fine by me.
Faerun feats will be on case-by-case...I don't know them well, and don't want to commit to anything I'm going to regret.
Spellfire Wielder, though, is out. :P
:evillaugh
On that note...I do reserve the right to grant/remove abilities in game in an attempt to preserve party balance :D
Although, when at all possible, I'll just work around them.
Haven't decided gods yet...I'll tell you guys later.
Str 12 (4 points, -2 Racial)
Dex 21 (8 points, +2 Racial, 4th level stat increase)
Con 14 (4 points)
Int 13 (3 points)
Wis 10 (0 points)
Cha 14 (4 points)
That work for you?
It will only be a wasted feat, because standing from prone DOES provoke AoO. The abuse you are taking about is not possible, because the tripped creature is already down, hence no tripping.
But with improved trip you get to attack twice, after you trip and once they stand up.
I like magic and spellcasters, but those dead-magic areas scares me off from having a spellcaster.
Gareth...looks fine to me. If enough people agree that's fine, we'll go ahead and use that system.
And Septimus...you can, but I need more posting than your usual habit. I don't want the game to stall because people aren't posting.
Myself I suspect it's a natural way of telling everyone 'don't play full-on casters, just for the big spells - they won't be useful forever here and when that happens you'll be too pegged in magic over the physical.
You can play a full caster, and I'll provide ample opportunity to play said caster. Just it won't always be the answer to the situation.
And Septimus...you can, but I need more posting than your usual habit. I don't want the game to stall because people aren't posting.
Never mind then.
Can I play a Human Battle Sorcerer going for Abjurant Champion?
The spells will be mostly (if not all) be buff (to me) spells.
Can i combine Battle Sorcerer with Stalwart Sorcerer substitution levels from complete mage?
I haven't figured the known spells yet, though.
Sorry bout that.
I'll probaly survive (I hope my character will too:D)
Gid, I'm making the sheet right now. With the changes to the abilities and names, I'm finding myself having to explain them. But at least it'll be nice and detailed.
I took a small liberty - the original Soulknife could manifest his weapon even in a dead psionics zone by making a Will save. I've allowed the Quicksilver Dancer to do the same in Dead Magic zones - PROVIDED that they don't let go of the weapon, even to throw it. Sound good to you?
Also, you said that you're gonna use Class Defense. I'm gonna need the numbers on that (I already know how it works, I just need to know how much I've got).
I'm getting the Class Defense rules now...and I've responded to your feats thread :D
Soulknife will use column C, Battle Sorc uses column B.
Ashon Kalar has been created.
You willing to take that job?
Oh, and if my character gets picked as the party mascot, do I get a charisma buff?:P
I saw the response on the feat thread, thank you very much. I'm writing in her Skirmish description right now...that's gonna be weird later.
Now, I don't know for SURE, but I'm CERTAIN there are feats for them Soulknives and their Mindblades. If you have the time/inclination, mind making a few Quicksilver feats (possibly a venemous one, Mercury is a toxic substance)? I'm starting to run out of ideas for her progression :D
Also - do you care about flaws/traits and us taking them? Or the Spelltouched feats, if the occasion rises for them?
And I just got Complete Scoundrel. Gonna have to read that now :evillaugh
EDIT: Wait, No! Dragonfire Adept! Not drow. Please?
Traits...maybe.
Spelltouched is fine.
And yes...complete scoundrel is excellent.
Another caster is fine...but remember, I'm not taking first-come-first-served. I'll assemble a party of 4-6 out of whatever requests I get. No one is assured entry at this point (and this means NO ONE :D)
Currently though, it doesn't look like it will be a problem.
No Drow though. Gareth is an elf because I needed an Artic connection, and Artic Elf works. In fact, I can actually work the Elf culture around that. :D
Site will probably be Plothook.
EDIT: To your edit...sorry, no Dragonfire Adept. This may just be me, but I consider that and Dragon Shaman things that should have been PrC's, and I just don't like 'em. Also, no dragons (that you know of) in this world...so very little dragonfire.
Wait, NOT first-come-first-served? Why?
meanwhile, your instructions: head over to plothook, register as endeca or some variant thereof, and let me know when you do. Simple, eh?
Gareth, you're the only one who hasn't. Please do, and we can start shortly after.
But if we have fewer than 5-6 interested, it won't be a problem, will it? :D
*Stern look of mild annoyance*
Sorry, no Dragonfire Adept. This may just be me, but I consider that and Dragon Shaman things that should have been PrC's, and I just don't like 'em. Also, no dragons (that you know of) in this world...so very little dragonfire.
So no. I couldn't live with myself if I allowed it. I just don't like 'em at all. Sorry.
Curses as to the flaws thing - not only would they explain a couple things, I needed those two feats rather badly. Or possibly one feat.
No, this does not mean the end of the Oath.
I would like to take this opportunity that Perform (Dance) may be used in combat as part of a move action without provoking attacks of opportunity - for flavor reasons while Jessica is fighting.
Almost done with the sheet - you SURE about the flaws? They ARE still pretty nasty, even when they give you feats.
:D
Alright...what flaw, and what feat?
forget they exist, did ya? :P
Ofcourse, why wouldn't I?
As a matter of fact, I stayed up all bloody night getting permission from mods, alerting all members of both games by PM with detailed instructions and information, trying to salvage what I could of future campaign plans from a corrupted word file, only to be told I forgot they exist?
Yeah, more than a little annoying when you look at it from my bloodshot, sleep-deprived eyes.
Anyway, the game will start once everyone registers, at which point one of the mods will give us a sub-forum, and not a moment before. Just go to plothook when you can, and register.
As to the feats, I just wanted some breathing room. I utterly CANNOT narrow choices down - that's why I play Humans so much, so I get those choices.
I'm doing her Skills right now. I'm not doing her H.P. until you tell us if you're using a variant and how you want us to roll them (D.M.s in my town are lazy - we just max).
However...what and where is Cavestalker?
Also...she sounds like she'd get along (style-wise, anyway) with Inaya. :D
I'm still thinking on Hp, so yeah...don't bother with that yet.
After that, I will likely go off and black out for a few hours.
Oh, and I vote for the 25d6 method. One question though, do I get to lower stats below the rolls I get, or is that a problem? (say, get a str of 12 and lower it to 7. I don't expect any bonuses for this, ofcourse, just flavour)
As a habit, I only write down the skills she has ranks in, but I know her modifiers if asked. In her case, her Spot and Listen are both rolled at -2.
Oh - money. And don't say "standard gold" because I don't own a DMG and the SRD doesn't have that table. I need a number, my friend.
Jessica Morgan, Quicksilver Dancer
"How quaint. You brought weapons."
Jessica Morgan
Female Arctic Elf
4th Level Quicksilver Dancer
3'11", 79 lbs
Blue eyes, White hair
Chaotic Nuetral
Str 10 +0
Dex 21 +5
Con 14 +2
Int 13 +1
Wis 12 +1
Cha 14 +2
"How quaint. You brought weapons."
Jessica Morgan
Female Arctic Elf
4th Level Quicksilver Dancer
3'11", 79 lbs
Blue eyes, White hair
Chaotic Nuetral
Str 10 +0
Dex 21 +5
Con 14 +2
Int 13 +1
Wis 12 +1
Cha 14 +2
Combat Block
23 Resistance Points
23 Life Points
Base Attack Bonus +4
Fortitude +3 (1 base +2 Constitution)
Reflex +9 (4 base +5 Dexterity)
Will +2 (1 base, +1 Wisdom)
Armor Class 20 (+5 Dexterity +5 Class Defense), Touch 15, Flat-Footed 10
Attacks - Quicksilver Blade +11 Melee or Ranged 1d6+1 slashing 19-20x2 critical 30ft range increment [Magic/Silver]
Special Attacks - Skirmish +1d6, Quicksilver Toss
23 Life Points
Base Attack Bonus +4
Fortitude +3 (1 base +2 Constitution)
Reflex +9 (4 base +5 Dexterity)
Will +2 (1 base, +1 Wisdom)
Armor Class 20 (+5 Dexterity +5 Class Defense), Touch 15, Flat-Footed 10
Attacks - Quicksilver Blade +11 Melee or Ranged 1d6+1 slashing 19-20x2 critical 30ft range increment [Magic/Silver]
Special Attacks - Skirmish +1d6, Quicksilver Toss
First of all, that quote is awesome.
Second, anyone holding a quicksilver sword would get insta-mercury poisoning, let alone someone stabbed with it. Oh, and liquid swords aren't exactly sharp:P .
This is, ofcourse, assuming you mean mercury and not some magical metal.
And not necessarily "better" Soulknife. It's a "different" Soulknife. We gutted Soulknife and built this out of it. I'm going to be doing her possessions now.
It's also how YOU don't die being stabbed by it
No, I don't die because I'm a big buff guy in a blue suit, and bullets bounce off me. Bring me a kryptonite dancer, and then we'll talk.
...sorry, I had to.
And yes...it is stronger. But the original soulknife was...how do I put this kindly...not worth the paper it was printed on.
We removed ALL the Psionics from the class - it's now flavored magically. They no longer have Autohypnosis and Knowledge (Psionics) as skills. They got Fighter B.A.B. (from Rogue) and their Good Will Save became Poor. We edited their Mind Blade into the Quicksilver Blade, made Throw Mind Blade into Quicksilver Toss, replaced Psychic Strike with Skirmish, and have replaced Speed of Thought and Knife to the Soul with a few other things. They have a different list of forms for Shape Mind Blade (called Quicksilver Adaptation), and a different list of enhancements they can put on their Quicksilver Blades. They do NOT get Wild Talent at first level.
That explain it?
Better than the fighter.
Yes. So is curdled cheese.
As to Cavestalker...I don't have Drow of the Underdark, and it's one of the few I can't get my hands on easily. Care to PM me the class?
Her possessions have been edited in. Now to determine an appearence - I'll get on registering Endeca in Plothook.
You who know this place well may remember me from the very beginning:
Jim is playing the character Jasper. Bob is playing the character Smiley. They're fighting each other.
Jim: Jasper casts summon Pharrasqunix and it starts rampaging and going after Smiley.
Now it is time for the Precursor to come to the forefront once more. Jasper and the Pharrasquinx have lain dormant far too long.
Who dares to meet them, and face the wrath of JIM?
Gid, does everything check out/ruling on the boots?
E3: I was going to be a kobold sorcerer with a 3rd party blood magic system, but gid shot it down 'cause it wouldn't fit in that world. In light of that, I'm playing a fast n light type engineer/fighter thingy.
Wait, NOT first-come-first-served? Why?
meanwhile, your instructions: head over to plothook, register as endeca or some variant thereof, and let me know when you do. Simple, eh?
Gareth, you're the only one who hasn't. Please do, and we can start shortly after.
But if we have fewer than 5-6 interested, it won't be a problem, will it? :D
*Stern look of mild annoyance*
Sorry, no Dragonfire Adept. This may just be me, but I consider that and Dragon Shaman things that should have been PrC's, and I just don't like 'em. Also, no dragons (that you know of) in this world...so very little dragonfire.
So no. I couldn't live with myself if I allowed it. I just don't like 'em at all. Sorry.
Curses as to the flaws thing - not only would they explain a couple things, I needed those two feats rather badly. Or possibly one feat.
No, this does not mean the end of the Oath.
I would like to take this opportunity that Perform (Dance) may be used in combat as part of a move action without provoking attacks of opportunity - for flavor reasons while Jessica is fighting.
Almost done with the sheet - you SURE about the flaws? They ARE still pretty nasty, even when they give you feats.
:D
Alright...what flaw, and what feat?
forget they exist, did ya? :P
Ofcourse, why wouldn't I?
As a matter of fact, I stayed up all bloody night getting permission from mods, alerting all members of both games by PM with detailed instructions and information, trying to salvage what I could of future campaign plans from a corrupted word file, only to be told I forgot they exist?
Yeah, more than a little annoying when you look at it from my bloodshot, sleep-deprived eyes.
Anyway, the game will start once everyone registers, at which point one of the mods will give us a sub-forum, and not a moment before. Just go to plothook when you can, and register.
As to the feats, I just wanted some breathing room. I utterly CANNOT narrow choices down - that's why I play Humans so much, so I get those choices.
I'm doing her Skills right now. I'm not doing her H.P. until you tell us if you're using a variant and how you want us to roll them (D.M.s in my town are lazy - we just max).
However...what and where is Cavestalker?
Also...she sounds like she'd get along (style-wise, anyway) with Inaya. :D
I'm still thinking on Hp, so yeah...don't bother with that yet.
After that, I will likely go off and black out for a few hours.
Oh, and I vote for the 25d6 method. One question though, do I get to lower stats below the rolls I get, or is that a problem? (say, get a str of 12 and lower it to 7. I don't expect any bonuses for this, ofcourse, just flavour)
As a habit, I only write down the skills she has ranks in, but I know her modifiers if asked. In her case, her Spot and Listen are both rolled at -2.
Oh - money. And don't say "standard gold" because I don't own a DMG and the SRD doesn't have that table. I need a number, my friend.
Jessica Morgan, Quicksilver Dancer
"How quaint. You brought weapons."
Jessica Morgan
Female Arctic Elf
4th Level Quicksilver Dancer
3'11", 79 lbs
Blue eyes, White hair
Chaotic Nuetral
Str 10 +0
Dex 21 +5
Con 14 +2
Int 13 +1
Wis 12 +1
Cha 14 +2
"How quaint. You brought weapons."
Jessica Morgan
Female Arctic Elf
4th Level Quicksilver Dancer
3'11", 79 lbs
Blue eyes, White hair
Chaotic Nuetral
Str 10 +0
Dex 21 +5
Con 14 +2
Int 13 +1
Wis 12 +1
Cha 14 +2
Combat Block
23 Resistance Points
23 Life Points
Base Attack Bonus +4
Fortitude +3 (1 base +2 Constitution)
Reflex +9 (4 base +5 Dexterity)
Will +2 (1 base, +1 Wisdom)
Armor Class 20 (+5 Dexterity +5 Class Defense), Touch 15, Flat-Footed 10
Attacks - Quicksilver Blade +11 Melee or Ranged 1d6+1 slashing 19-20x2 critical 30ft range increment [Magic/Silver]
Special Attacks - Skirmish +1d6, Quicksilver Toss
23 Life Points
Base Attack Bonus +4
Fortitude +3 (1 base +2 Constitution)
Reflex +9 (4 base +5 Dexterity)
Will +2 (1 base, +1 Wisdom)
Armor Class 20 (+5 Dexterity +5 Class Defense), Touch 15, Flat-Footed 10
Attacks - Quicksilver Blade +11 Melee or Ranged 1d6+1 slashing 19-20x2 critical 30ft range increment [Magic/Silver]
Special Attacks - Skirmish +1d6, Quicksilver Toss
First of all, that quote is awesome.
Second, anyone holding a quicksilver sword would get insta-mercury poisoning, let alone someone stabbed with it. Oh, and liquid swords aren't exactly sharp:P .
This is, ofcourse, assuming you mean mercury and not some magical metal.
And not necessarily "better" Soulknife. It's a "different" Soulknife. We gutted Soulknife and built this out of it. I'm going to be doing her possessions now.
It's also how YOU don't die being stabbed by it
No, I don't die because I'm a big buff guy in a blue suit, and bullets bounce off me. Bring me a kryptonite dancer, and then we'll talk.
...sorry, I had to.
And yes...it is stronger. But the original soulknife was...how do I put this kindly...not worth the paper it was printed on.
We removed ALL the Psionics from the class - it's now flavored magically. They no longer have Autohypnosis and Knowledge (Psionics) as skills. They got Fighter B.A.B. (from Rogue) and their Good Will Save became Poor. We edited their Mind Blade into the Quicksilver Blade, made Throw Mind Blade into Quicksilver Toss, replaced Psychic Strike with Skirmish, and have replaced Speed of Thought and Knife to the Soul with a few other things. They have a different list of forms for Shape Mind Blade (called Quicksilver Adaptation), and a different list of enhancements they can put on their Quicksilver Blades. They do NOT get Wild Talent at first level.
That explain it?
Better than the fighter.
Yes. So is curdled cheese.
As to Cavestalker...I don't have Drow of the Underdark, and it's one of the few I can't get my hands on easily. Care to PM me the class?
Her possessions have been edited in. Now to determine an appearence - I'll get on registering Endeca in Plothook.
You who know this place well may remember me from the very beginning:
Jim is playing the character Jasper. Bob is playing the character Smiley. They're fighting each other.
Jim: Jasper casts summon Pharrasqunix and it starts rampaging and going after Smiley.
Now it is time for the Precursor to come to the forefront once more. Jasper and the Pharrasquinx have lain dormant far too long.
Who dares to meet them, and face the wrath of JIM?
Gid, does everything check out/ruling on the boots?
E3: I was going to be a kobold sorcerer with a 3rd party blood magic system, but gid shot it down 'cause it wouldn't fit in that world. In light of that, I'm playing a fast n light type engineer/fighter thingy.
It's that simple.
for joining, you also get a .But you can use shield.
.Welcome to the arena Jim, that is a brilliant entrance and play on my words. I look forward to seeing the Pharrasqunix in battle, as well as Jasper actually. That made me laugh so along with your complimentary
JIM is glad to be so excellently recieved. The cookie was delicious beyond compare.
But now I must depart, to complete the summoning that will bring Jasper back to this plane from that upon which he sleeps.
Besides, meatheads are all that (theoretically) stand between me and death in several campaigns, and they do an admirable job. Well, except in the case of 18-Death-Bard, but only ONE of his deaths was in combat, and the rest of the party was too far away.
Incidentally, 18-Death-Bard did this one thing that Complete Scoundrel just reminded me of - imagine the Ultimate Obivious Trap. An entire hallway, fifty feet long, FILLED with stuff. You see spears shoot out, darts blast out of holes, sections of the wall crush together, bladed pendulums in ALL DIRECTIONS and spinning saw/scythe blades. We had to get across this hallway and pull the lever on the other side. NO ONE wanted to do it, and after arguing for several minutes I OOCly got sick of it and volunteered. And just to spite them, I told my DM, "I walk blithely through like I'm strolling in a marketplace."
It was a -20 on my Reflex save.
I rolled a nat 20.
So, this bard walks BLITHELY through this trap, not bothering to dodge ANYTHING, and never even gets touched. The DM is like "You get a +20 bonus on stupid sh*t like this from now on."
Then he gets hit by the death attack from the archer assasin on the other side of a murder hole.
Thanks for the cooperation.
Anyways, I'll look at the what, extra 20 odd pages later... I have several textbooks to re-read
Have any of you realized that in the last 1-2 days, you have added 9 FRICKIN' PAGES to this thread? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO READ THROUGH ALL OF THAT?!?!? :headexplo THAT'S ABOUT 261 POSTS!!!
Calming down.
So, anyone want to update me on info? I'd love to join this campaign thing Gid/LG/Khael came up with, but it might be too late.
I'd be willing to play a spellcaster. Any idea how high of a level we'll be going to? And I would most likely play a sorcerer. EAT MY 6 FIREBALLS A DAY!!
That's funny, thanks guys. It's always funny to see what creative and crazy 
things ya'll come up with to say back. Oh and I like these smilies so I gotta use em:
and also the one that looks like Sorcen when he sleeps *grins*Well, he was gettting some ideas for bombs and poison and stuff today. But if he was up making all that i would be yelling to go to sleep else he wouldn't be alive to carry out his evil plans and schemes.
Its true that I twitch in my sleep, quite alot sometimes. I dont snore actually, my sister and both my brothers do though. I do figth in my sleep though, I've pulled a sword on a cop before i woke up and I've thrown my cousin threw a wall while still asleep when he tried to wake me up. Luckily I dont attack Aya, shes always had a calming effect on me. Hmm I'm rambling arent I.
I have yet to attack anyone in my sleep, though I have pulled a knife once or twice while camping. Last time my cousin tried cutting through my tent wall to play the jar full of warm water prank.
EDIT: Cackling evilly, that sounds awesome but strange. I've pulled knives and throw them all while still in an unconscious state, of course usually I wake up a moment or two later fully awake and standing upright ready for battle.
Last time my cousin tried cutting through my tent wall to play the jar full of warm water prank.
hey, that's mild. My little sister does much the same, but tosses lit fireworks in instead. No, seriously.
Imagine, if you will, a man. Not tall, nor short, yet his presence sticks out like the sore thumb of a blind carpenter. His hair is black, his eyes a deep, vibrant green, his face sharp and angular, his stance one of grace and dexterity. He wears a red tailcoat, slashed with deep crimson, and trimmed with golden thread, and his personality dominates the field as he walks gracefully up to stand before the judges.
Now feast your eyes upon the spectacle: The figure pauses, sweeps off his crimson top hat, and bows graciously before the Lords and Ladies of Hell, throwing one leg before him in the style of the gentlemen of old. His boots are of black leather, worn, yet cared for, their buckles gleaming in the lurid flames of Hell.
Smoothly he withdraws a quill pen from within his waistcoat, dips it carefully in the ink, and looks at the great tome before him. Licking a finger, he begins to turn the pages back, further and further, until he reaches the very first page.
And there he writes over the fading ink, renewing the contract binding him to fight in Sorcen's Battle Royale. Soon his name stands out once more from the faded parchment: Jasper Flinn.
Gareth and his Crew (Gareth, Brisinaria, Endeca, and Jaden fighting as a team)
Jaden Blackblade
Laven
Jayla
And I would like ONE of them to start butchering people sometime soon.
Also, those of you who missed it earlier, the new site now has the D&D campaign, but you USE THIS THREAD for your character sheet so that you can take advantage of the Sblocks.
I await Gideon there.
I'll take a look and see what's open.
EDIT: Okay...Arena II on the new forums, unless you don't want to leave MotP for some reason.
Kharon Leshtar, master engineer
Look, I swear it'll work this time!-Kharon Leshtar
Well, alright, maybe not.-Kharon Leshtar, 5 minutes later, in the ruins of his former lab
Kharon Leshtar
male kobold
4th Level fighter
insert generic kobold weight/height here.
green eyes, no hair
Chaotic Neutral
Str 14 +2
Dex 20 +5
Con 12 +1
Int 12 +1
Wis 8 -1
Cha 10 +0
Look, I swear it'll work this time!-Kharon Leshtar
Well, alright, maybe not.-Kharon Leshtar, 5 minutes later, in the ruins of his former lab
Kharon Leshtar
male kobold
4th Level fighter
insert generic kobold weight/height here.
green eyes, no hair
Chaotic Neutral
Str 14 +2
Dex 20 +5
Con 12 +1
Int 12 +1
Wis 8 -1
Cha 10 +0
Combat Block
Base Attack Bonus +4
Fortitude +5 (4 base +1 Constitution)
Reflex +6 (1 base +5 Dexterity)
Will +0 (1 base, -1 Wisdom)
Armor Class 26 (+5 Dexterity +7 Class Defense, +1 natural, +1 size, +2 shield), Touch 16, Flat-Footed 19
Attacks - Lash blade +11 (10 foot reach), 1d4 slashing 20/x3
razor wings +11/+3 1d6/1d6 slashing 20/x2
sling w/buzzing sling bullets +11 1d6 slashing 20/x2, range increment 60 ft.
flaming vest 1d4 fire x3
snap dragon +11 1d6 slashing 20/x3 (reach 10 ft.)
Various dragon breathers (black, red, white and green)
Special Attacks - power attack
Fortitude +5 (4 base +1 Constitution)
Reflex +6 (1 base +5 Dexterity)
Will +0 (1 base, -1 Wisdom)
Armor Class 26 (+5 Dexterity +7 Class Defense, +1 natural, +1 size, +2 shield), Touch 16, Flat-Footed 19
Attacks - Lash blade +11 (10 foot reach), 1d4 slashing 20/x3
razor wings +11/+3 1d6/1d6 slashing 20/x2
sling w/buzzing sling bullets +11 1d6 slashing 20/x2, range increment 60 ft.
flaming vest 1d4 fire x3
snap dragon +11 1d6 slashing 20/x3 (reach 10 ft.)
Various dragon breathers (black, red, white and green)
Special Attacks - power attack
But you DO know that Weapon Finesse applies to all light weapons now, right? Or it did the last time I checked...
Aww, Cog used my sheet as an example! I'm so flattered.
But you DO know that Weapon Finesse applies to all light weapons now, right? Or it did the last time I checked...
1: I had no idea what sheet to use, and yours seemed pretty reasonable.
2: um...really? Awesome!
say, how'd you like the quote?
As to the quote - it makes me nervous, mostly because it's something Endeca said once. Right before turning the cleric to cheese.
Coin vs Batil will be happening soon I think. Batil is Neutral Good by the way.
Then we have Dragor and Nim are looking for a team match, Alkalaine(sp?) Is looking for a match as well.
And we have two matches about to end, Endeca vs Edvard and Alkuth vs Loex.
Alkalaine(sp?)
Alikaine... Alkal(a)ine, lol...
actually, I'm trying to convince Alikaine and warchif shadowsong into taking up that team battle, but its not going very well (they're afraid to get their buts kicked by me :D).
Also, Character sheet is (partly) up.
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“Its legal you say? Then it’s probably not worth it”
-Vorel Virlym
Vorel Virlym
Female human rogue/swashbuckler lvl 2/2
chaotic neutral
Str 10 -- (+0)
Dex 16 -- (+3)
Con 14 -- (+2)
Int 16 -- (+3)
Wis 10 -- (+0)
Cha 18 -- (+4)
Hit Points 30
AC 16, Touch 13, Flat 13
Init +3
BAB +3, Grap +3
Speed 30 (base 30, load 29/33, light)
Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +0
+7 Melee, rapier, 1d6, 18-20/x2
+5/+4 Melee, rapier/short sword, 1d6/1d6, 18-20/x2, 19-20/x2
+5 Melee, sleeve blade, 1d4, 19-20/x2
+5/+3 Melee, rapier/sleeve blade, 1d6/1d4 18-20/x2, 19-20/x2
+6 Ranged, shortbow, 1d6, 20/x3, 60'r
Medium, 6'1" tall, 150 wt, 21 yrs old
Red hair, brown eyes, tan skin
Speaks common, dwarven, gnome, and draconic
+12 Balance(7acp)
+11 Bluff (7)
+5 climb (5acp)
+13 diplomacy (7)
+10 Escape artist (7acp)
+8 forgery (5)
+9 jump (7acp)
+8 knowledge (local) (5)
+12 sleight of hand (7acp)
+12 tumble (7acp)
+10 use rope (7)
Feats
-weapon finesse (B)
-quick draw
-two weapon fighting
-jack of all trades
Human Traits
-bonus skill points
-bonus feat
Rogue Abilities
-evasion
-trapfinding
-sneak attack +1d6
Swashbuckler Abilities
-Grace +1
Skill tricks:
-hidden blade
-twisted charge
background: Vorel
personality: Vorel is a bit reckless. She follows her whims, without regard of the risks. She’s prone to sudden ideas that often lead into trouble. She’s adept at getting out of the trouble on top as well though. She has no regards of local authority, but instead does what she wants. She has no moral trouble with abusing others to get what she wants. She is more loyal to her friends though. She’s ready to put in some aid without considering the costs it would have to herself.
looks: Vorel
+1 leather (worn, 15wt) 1160gp
travelers outfit with 2 hidden lead linen pockets (worn, 6wt) 23gp
MWK Rapier (belt left, 2wt) 320gp
Short sword (belt right, 2wt) 10gp
MWK Sleeve blade (sleeve, 1wt) 304gp
Heward’s handy haversack (center back, 5wt) 2000gp
Waterskin- water (haversack, 4wt) 1gp
5 Torches (haversack, 5wt) 5cp
Flint & Steel (haversack, -wt) 1gp
Trail Rations- 2 days (haversack, 2wt) 1gp
Bedroll (haversack, 5wt) 1sp
Winter blanket (haversack, 3wt) 5sp
Grappling hook (haversack, 4wt) 1gp
Small steel mirror (haversack, 1/2wt) 10gp
Silk rope 100ft. (haversack, 10wt) 20gp
Whetstone (haversack, 1wt) 2cp
Climber’s kit (haversack, 5wt) 80gp
Shortbow (haversack, 2wt) 30gp
Quiver 20 arrows (haversack, 3wt) 1gp
Hand of the mage (haversack, -wt) 900gp
Dust of tracelessness (haversack, -wt) 250gp
Coins- 287gp, 3sp, 3cp (pouch, ??wt)
Load 29/33
-Vorel Virlym
Vorel Virlym
Female human rogue/swashbuckler lvl 2/2
chaotic neutral
Str 10 -- (+0)
Dex 16 -- (+3)
Con 14 -- (+2)
Int 16 -- (+3)
Wis 10 -- (+0)
Cha 18 -- (+4)
Hit Points 30
AC 16, Touch 13, Flat 13
Init +3
BAB +3, Grap +3
Speed 30 (base 30, load 29/33, light)
Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +0
+7 Melee, rapier, 1d6, 18-20/x2
+5/+4 Melee, rapier/short sword, 1d6/1d6, 18-20/x2, 19-20/x2
+5 Melee, sleeve blade, 1d4, 19-20/x2
+5/+3 Melee, rapier/sleeve blade, 1d6/1d4 18-20/x2, 19-20/x2
+6 Ranged, shortbow, 1d6, 20/x3, 60'r
Medium, 6'1" tall, 150 wt, 21 yrs old
Red hair, brown eyes, tan skin
Speaks common, dwarven, gnome, and draconic
+12 Balance(7acp)
+11 Bluff (7)
+5 climb (5acp)
+13 diplomacy (7)
+10 Escape artist (7acp)
+8 forgery (5)
+9 jump (7acp)
+8 knowledge (local) (5)
+12 sleight of hand (7acp)
+12 tumble (7acp)
+10 use rope (7)
Feats
-weapon finesse (B)
-quick draw
-two weapon fighting
-jack of all trades
Human Traits
-bonus skill points
-bonus feat
Rogue Abilities
-evasion
-trapfinding
-sneak attack +1d6
Swashbuckler Abilities
-Grace +1
Skill tricks:
-hidden blade
-twisted charge
background: Vorel
personality: Vorel is a bit reckless. She follows her whims, without regard of the risks. She’s prone to sudden ideas that often lead into trouble. She’s adept at getting out of the trouble on top as well though. She has no regards of local authority, but instead does what she wants. She has no moral trouble with abusing others to get what she wants. She is more loyal to her friends though. She’s ready to put in some aid without considering the costs it would have to herself.
looks: Vorel
+1 leather (worn, 15wt) 1160gp
travelers outfit with 2 hidden lead linen pockets (worn, 6wt) 23gp
MWK Rapier (belt left, 2wt) 320gp
Short sword (belt right, 2wt) 10gp
MWK Sleeve blade (sleeve, 1wt) 304gp
Heward’s handy haversack (center back, 5wt) 2000gp
Waterskin- water (haversack, 4wt) 1gp
5 Torches (haversack, 5wt) 5cp
Flint & Steel (haversack, -wt) 1gp
Trail Rations- 2 days (haversack, 2wt) 1gp
Bedroll (haversack, 5wt) 1sp
Winter blanket (haversack, 3wt) 5sp
Grappling hook (haversack, 4wt) 1gp
Small steel mirror (haversack, 1/2wt) 10gp
Silk rope 100ft. (haversack, 10wt) 20gp
Whetstone (haversack, 1wt) 2cp
Climber’s kit (haversack, 5wt) 80gp
Shortbow (haversack, 2wt) 30gp
Quiver 20 arrows (haversack, 3wt) 1gp
Hand of the mage (haversack, -wt) 900gp
Dust of tracelessness (haversack, -wt) 250gp
Coins- 287gp, 3sp, 3cp (pouch, ??wt)
Load 29/33
EDIT:
My story at Once Upon a Time: A Vengeful Shadow
Read THIS:
A huge, though ethereal, clockface appears in the Arena, near Sorcen's judging platform. The minute hand moves backwards, slowly at first, then faster and faster, dragging the hour hand along with it. Finally, after what must be millions of years of time, the hands stop at 12, and the clock forms into a shimmering gate. Tyler is ejected from it, onto his feet. He looks about warily, pistol raised. Finally, he notices Sorcen, whipping his pistol to face the devil lord.
"Where am I, demon, and speak quickly. I've already been to Hell once, and.."
He trails off, looking around again. This wasn't the Hell he remembered. He glares at his watch.
"Damn you, accursed thing! How far back did you send me this time, you useless scrap of junk!"
He turns back to Sorcen, lowering his pistol.
"Where am I, what cosmos, and for the love of Christ, tell me there's alchohol here."
Yes, I was going back through the pages. But it's interesting, isn't it :P
Zarthias
"Well, something is going to kill me, it might this adventure. So I go first..."
-Zarthias Riel'Storm, about to head down a corridor, obviously filled with lethal traps.
Zarthias Riel'Storm
male human, age 31
1st level Barbarian, 3rd Level Battle Sorcerer
Chaotic Neutral
-Zarthias Riel'Storm, about to head down a corridor, obviously filled with lethal traps.
Zarthias Riel'Storm
male human, age 31
1st level Barbarian, 3rd Level Battle Sorcerer
Chaotic Neutral
Remember, armor don't stack with Class Defense
I know, check the sheet if you want to know where all that AC came from.
You can prove NOTHING!
Whether or not I'll be coming back to the MotP is up to much speculation by me. But it's a possibity.
This is how Axl stands now.
Axl Dersess, Arms Dealer Extraordinaire
"If I light it on fire, it'll either cease being a problem immediately or become a much, much bigger problem. I like those odds..."--Axl Dersess, on the subject of most things
"If I light it on fire, it'll either cease being a problem immediately or become a much, much bigger problem. I like those odds..."--Axl Dersess, on the subject of most things
That's WoW D20.
You should post explanations with the abilities, however, for everyone's benefit - see my Class Features block.
Damn.
Point is, you were working off two totally different things, so can't really be compared.
Oh, and you know why I finished the backstory and gareth didn't?
reason A: Gareth has a life.
reason B: because it's going to be ten times better than mine. At the very least, that is.
Be honest you knew it would happen, Gareth's probably The best of us for RPing out of combat here.
Um...I'm flattered, really, but it's not anything that special that I do. All it is, all that I do, is imagine something and try to convey that to the rest of you.
But if you think I'm, like, good and stuff, maybe I could give you guys some advice if you're willing to take it. I'm not sure how much good it'll do, but maybe it can help. After all, what's the point of having a community if we don't help each other out?
With a chainsaw.
Then I'll redo the appearance section...and still suck at it, but atleast then I will only suck by comparison.:P
An elf though, what you sum up is a generally something everyone gets, given the human-ish appearance.
Which was my point, in terms of comparison you were on separate forms of animal. Or to put it bluntly, If you're human whats the difference between a beautiful octopus and an ugly one?
And after reading what probably sounds like a shot at you picking an 'easy' racial description route, yes, I do actually think you're the best one of us at RPing out of combat, Gareth.
And while I personally don't think anyone can help me on mine own (I suspect I know what the problems I have are there - I spoken of some of them on the other board), I'm sure it can help some of us here.
And you don't need a lack of life to finish a backstory. Even when joking. (Writing it up, maybe, but I know I've knocked up a few saga-esque backstories within a half-hour/hour odd each). Cliched as bloody hell, but still... aren't we all...
reason A: Gareth has a life.
He play MtG, he has 20. :D
Cliched as bloody hell, but still... aren't we all...
referring to me there, or your own stories?
Oh, and for the record, I don't see Kharon as pretty or ugly, and the same applies to Skraal. I wouldn't go as far as my infamous little sister though...(she saw the MM kobold picture and instantly wanted a plushie of it, no kidding).
Gareth, ever heard of the saying "pearls before swine"? I'm afraid any advice you give would be wasted on me, but I'd love tohave some, all the same.
He play MtG, he has 20. :D
Than I take my comment back. I play DM, MtG, and more importantly, yugioh. That means I have anywhere between 2000 and 8000.
Finally, I get to win at something:P .
It is pretty much impossible not to though.
And you see? You don't see either as pretty or ugly, so what do you see them as?
Amazingly my ability to harp on until everyone wants to cyberkinetically commit messy murder might actually help here...
And theres always one isn't there...
Not true... My life total averages 10000. True story. (Only that low because of the rare times that deck gets used)
And should someone chip in with some power level 9 million comments, do we all swear to hunt them down like dogs?
As for what I see Kharon as, basically a walking joke, with some gears.:P
Skraal, on the other hand, is my favorite character, and shall have the honor of being summed up in one word (in my mind, atleast): spiffy.
Oh, and Khael, you're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that to annoy me. The only reason gareth managed to yesterday is because I was tired and in a bad mood.
And if you have to measure your life off what you start with... wheres the fun? Its what you had just before the end started that counts. Self destruct button is proof.
Be honest you knew it would happen, Gareth's probably The best of us for RPing out of combat here.
Yep. I'm inclined to agree.
In terms of magic... I've got two favourites: A bizarre one that locks down swarms, drops as many indestructibles as possible then obliterates. Or deals massive direct damage.
The other is what I call 'immortal cure' based off its combo.
My point exactly, Khael, I wasn't measuring what I start with, except in response to xarallon. I'm curious though, what deck do you use?
I'm not a serious player, so my decks mostly consist of what I have. That said I have downloaded Magic Workstation so that is about to change when I have found the deck I like.
Lava golem though is basically a 3000/2500 or something, 2 tribute with a special twist: You sacrifice the opponents monsters and they get it, but it deals 1000 damage to them each turn.
And most of your deck is banned? You mean there's a old way to win that isn't?... Sonuds like my brothers deck: 3 last will, 1 cannon soldier. Draw any two of the above, with a monster already in play, and win.
hey, welcome back gid! You better have some firearm stats for all that absence, or else... (just kidding)
No, sorry. Graduation party. Same tomorrow...maybe I'll have something today, but don't count on it.
When I roleplay, I imagine a situation happening. By necessity, that means I imagine the character in detail. They don't need to be beautiful - just DISTINCT. Once I've imagined the scene, it's my job to describe it. The thing that helps me to describe a scene is knowing that it is my responsibility to help YOU imagine it like I have.
Description is another key. Your character does something - so what? No one's going to care unless you DESCRIBE it. Does their voice tremble with nervousness? Are there dark circles under their eyes from lack of sleep? Do they have That Smell? The idea is to SHOW readers things, not TELL them - make it INTERACTIVE. Too many authors think that they should TELL the readers everything, and that's a huge detriment to their work. Not only is the reader more interested when you SHOW them, it gives them that thrill of discovery, a sense of accomplishment. It lets them put their own unique imprint on the scene, making the story, in a sense, their own.
Okay, let's take the Kobold as an example - so he's not pretty by human standards, and is likely ugly as sin. You won't be doing flowing paragarphs about how pretty he is. That's perfectly fine. But make him distinctive - make him stand out. Do his scales have a pattern? Does he have scars from his experiments? What do his machines LOOK LIKE? Where does he keep his tools? SHOW us your character.
Look at Jessica - her post shows you some things about her that I could have TOLD you, but didn't. See how I mentioned that her clothing sort of melds with her semi-hypnotic beatury effect? That means she KNOWS she looks good, and furthermore, knows how to exploit it. Or, if you don't look deeper into it, the way I've described it shows her beauty not as one or two good features (as sometimes happens), but rather many that come together to make a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts. And I've also mentioned, through the ears, that her elven heritage is actually a jarring effect on this - it disrupts her "flow". In the way I described her moving, I utterly defined her as a graceful, agile person, and with how I described her clothing (bright color, fit to travel) I've dangled the possbility that she's a traveling entertainer. SHOW us something, and hint at a few others.
I hope that helps..and that I'm not spewing sh*t.
1: 0 tribute, 1500/1000, heals you for 500 every time a monster is summoned (even a special summon).
2: 3200/2800, I believe. You have to sacrifice three other weak 0 tribute monsters to special summon it from your hand, and you can sacrifice it to special summon the three you whacked from your graveyard. You may repeat the 3-for-1 --> 1-for-3 process as many times as you like so long as it's your turn.
The result? The only combo I know of to give infinite hp, and neither of these cards are even restricted.
Thank. You.
Gonna go edit now, would you mind critiquing it later?
No, sorry. Graduation party. Same tomorrow...maybe I'll have something today, but don't count on it.
Cool, had fun?
Something I find helps is to actually become the character. Find out how they think, and how they react to things. What are their instincts?
Then, when posting, don't just do what you WANT the character to do. Do what the CHARACTER would do.
Once you know some of this, it can help you understand how the character looks. Someone like Coin, for example, tries to project an air that he does not actually really possess. He's not as calm and smooth as he'd like to think, but he dresses that way.
It also, understandably, realy helps to give a character a distinct personality and set of responses, even if the character becomes a bit predictable. But that's fine, because real people are often predictable.
EDIT: And yes Cog...I did :D
We're getting off-topic again on this aren't we...
And I agree with Gideon on that: One of the things thats you put in best, Gareth, I feel is the emotion - even without outright saying it (Outside of oocs) you can get the emotion the characters have, and even when two have the same or similar emotion they suffer it in very different ways, being each individual.
I was thinking my character joined the guild along with his father (now deceased) at early age (was only a kid), and went along with his father upon adventures.
If I may...
.Khael: yes, that's the one.As for the problems you described,
does the card name "ultimate offering" mean anything to you? Anything at all?:D Also, gid, I appreciate the advice, but I can't really immerse myself that much, so it'll have to wait until I can. One case where I can (as far as I can tell, anyway) show emotion rather more is Skraal, though it helps that I share some of his as yet undisclosed views, though less extremely. And yes, I really can be as cheeky as skraal if I want to be.
Gareth: Appearance is done, and I'm finally happy with it, but I'd appreciate a critique all the same.
Also, Gideon, I need any and all information you can give me on the elves of your world, their culture, and the White Wastes.
Banned, or just not standard (type 2)?
Both. Thunder bolt, monster reborn, change of heart, that creepy fusion monster with lotsa eyes, the works.
Thers just too many blast 'your one monster dies' for it to be a good combo. Hell, loads of them are in precons.
In general I'd see it as a 'good once out of 20 games' trick.
And as to the appearance, I liked it, it made him sound unique, though I don't know how much good the last bit on his habits will be, and felt it detracted from the whole. But then we're not scoring on these things...
And the 'creepy eye guy' : thousand eye restrict, or 'I steal your monster and its stats, and you can't change positions', right?
Oh, and it's not meant to be useful, Khael, it's more of a pun-pun-esque "yay, I broke the game" type thing.
And the 'creepy eye guy' : thousand eye restrict, or 'I steal your monster and its stats, and you can't change positions', right?
Correct. It may be banned, but I still love it.
It doesn't sound that cohesive with the rest, and really sounds like a 'how-to' guidelines when playing him.
And break the game? Thats been done so many times in Yugioh its not a prize, its a fact. The normal ones though are OneHitKOs i.e. A machine and limiter removal. Then they made so many 2000atk minimum machines...
...what the hell, go ahead, rain on my parade. :P
as for those habits, if you aren't the only one that thinks it's a bad idea, I'll remove it, and add something to that effect when he actually talks.
Not a good card, but if you can sideboard it and know how much better your opponents trick is...
.And no problem...
you: What are you doing tonight, cog?
me: The same thing I do every night, Khael... try to create a deck that will take over the world!
you: Yeah, well you messed up here, here, here and here.
me: (disembowels himself under some convenient tree)
Much better. You've made him distinct - and possibly added hooks later if someone tries to frame him for, say, technological murder...
sssssshhhh, what if gideon gets some funny ideas?
Thanks though, for the help, critique, and compliment. That advice from you helped more than you can imagine.
And as gareth says its much more distinct now. A little clunky in places, but does map out an idea of a artifice concentrated character - unkempt, never without tools, and a nice streak of individuality in the marking his possessions.
Never without tools, but I forgot to give him any tools or ranks in alchemy, gotta fix that pretty soon.
By the way, where is it clunky? I've been painfully aware of that for years now, it's my biggest problem, so I'd like to fix it.
Kharon's slightly glowing, bright green eyes are always covered with goggles sporting two opaque dark lenses, even when he sleeps. In the few moments that he doesOn the rare time he does remove his goggles, the kobold's eyes are ringed both by marks from over-tight goggles and long nights of tinkering.Remove, its unneeded. his scales were once a uniform brick red, but have since been marred by singes and acid splotches from experiments both failed and successful. To all who know him, he is instantly recognizable by the clanking of machinery and a strong whiff of chemicals.
The kobold generally Generally isn't needed, unless stated anytime is 'generally'. Maybe even change for something like 'is clad in'.dresses in faded blue leather trousers and a vest covered in tubes, covered over by an oil-stained apron when working. Aside from a variety of weapons held in his backpack, he carries a revolver on a black leather utility belt at all times. Occasionally, brightly coloured sparks and minor gouts of steam, smoke and flame shoot out of his backpack as the vials containing alchemical substances break, but he seems not to notice. he will never leave homeSo he's being constantly tossed out, does he call anything a home? without his toolkit if he can help it, and what he cannot 'Is not in his belt is in his backpack.'carry around on his utility belt, he will carry in his backpack.
Any machinery he creates will usually'Tends to' be quite inelegant, as he values functionality above appearance. Still, they will, as a rule, carry his logo: two crossed spanners under a badly drawn picture of his own face.
The bold is stuff I think needs work, and in red are either reasons why, or outright examples if what I think should be put in.
Start of his appearances- read on over several pages to get the ful read on him...
http://dndorks.com/comics/10%2f20%2f2004.aspx
True form...
http://dndorks.com/comics/1%2f7%2f2005.aspx
http://dndorks.com/comics/1%2f21%2f2005.aspx
Least, thats the excuse. Hopefully it'll turn out true.
Love the Yu-Gi-Oh conversation. It clearly demonstrates this board's ability to go off on tangents.
Also, when do the auditions for the pirate thread restart?
I'm gonna go laugh my ass off now.
Perform (comedy, Act, other), Sleight og Hand?
I'm just gonna have a few ranks in it.
Were can I find info about the guns and stuff like that?
I ask because I'm about to complete Zarthias's items.
Do directing an animal from a bag of tricks require handle animal?
if memory serves (we know some things about that that isn't going to be shared with the others right...) is doesn't.
I usually use sleight of hand for juggeling...
I just watched pirates 3, and I almost drowned in the pools of destilled awsome that flowed from the screen...
For the pirate part, i claim these names:
The cerebral slaver
The shadow of dawn
Also, I'll go looking for possible crewmembers for the cerebral slaver (although some time will pass before it goes into play), It's captained by an illithid, and the officers are to share some illithid blood as well, most of the crew are mindslaves, but players will be allowed to play free illithid lord fanatics.
It does not mention wether you need to make a check.
Hey Gid - will you use the WoW D20 rules on technology (with limits, of course, but the same basic system) if Dragor can give them to you or if you can get the book on your own? It'd be a lot easier than trying to make your own.
Well, I got the book, so I'll take a look. I was, however, thinking of simply snagging and altering the d20 modern rules.
Also, this should be on the other site, so as not to irritate our resident devil lord :D
"It can follow any of the commands described in the Handle Animal skill." That's was it says.
It does not mention wether you need to make a check.
I have always interprented it in this way: it can follow the commands from said skill, but you auto succeed on the check...
The technology and especially guns, where can we find info regarding that?
EDIT: And i would comment, but it's a little to bizzare for my tastes. Sorry :D
Start of his appearances- read on over several pages to get the ful read on him...
http://dndorks.com/comics/10%2f20%2f2004.aspx
True form...
http://dndorks.com/comics/1%2f7%2f2005.aspx
http://dndorks.com/comics/1%2f21%2f2005.aspx
Okay, whoever came up with that needs urgent professional help, seriously.
Okay, whoever came up with that needs urgent professional help, seriously.
Eh, seen worse jokes: WC3 Dreadlord finding out his ghouls haven't been taught to eat, followed by said dreadlord teaching his ghouls. With examples.
My karma on the new site was 1 yesterday, who took it down and why?
Actually, it could be :D
I think he does have almost full access to the site...but I don't remember. And I doubt he'd bother.
Orrr.... someone got miffed and smote you (See at the bottom of the profile? Theres an exalt and a smite button. Exalt=karma, smite removes one. And as far as I know anyone can do it)
I got to that conclusion immediately, just wondering who and what I might have done to avoid it.
Still, that's a pretty tame vengeance.
edit: whoever it was put it back. Odd, that.
It's pointless but... eh.
No, really.
This calls for explosions... sic 'em Kharon!:P
Come on gid, play fair:P
Hmmm....*scans character list*
Caben Duur? Coin? Ukinanni? Gideon? Any of you care to explain this concept to me?
I've been working on this...what, three days? It'll take me a while to catch up, let alone be ready to play, especially with all the homebrew stuff.
But I'm working on it. :D
BTW, C&T, on plothook, i accidentally named my account like one of my other characters otherwere... so Lutanja... that's me.
EDIT: It might be of interest for some, that I have begun writing Dragor Shadowfury's story more detailed in Once Upon a Time... more specifically here
Play "fair..."
Hmmm....*scans character list*
Caben Duur? Coin? Ukinanni? Gideon? Any of you care to explain this concept to me?
Try Mzumu.
Heftig Sterndrache
"The stars are right"
Heftig Sterndrache
Male Dwarf
4th Level Wizard
83 years old, 4'1", 142 lbs
Pale eyes, black hair
AL LN/LG/NG/N I can't decide
Str 10 +0
Dex 16 +3
Con 16 +3
Int 20 +5 (lvl4)
Wis 12 +1
Cha 10 +0
"The stars are right"
Heftig Sterndrache
Male Dwarf
4th Level Wizard
83 years old, 4'1", 142 lbs
Pale eyes, black hair
AL LN/LG/NG/N I can't decide
Str 10 +0
Dex 16 +3
Con 16 +3
Int 20 +5 (lvl4)
Wis 12 +1
Cha 10 +0
Combat Block
Base Attack Bonus +2
Fortitude +5 (1 base +3 Constitution +1 resistance)
Reflex +5 (1 base +3 Dexterity +1 resistance)
Will +6 (4 base, +1 Wisdom +1 resistance)
+2 saves vs spells, +2 vs poison
Armor Class 18 (10 Base +3 Dexterity +4 armor (mage armor) (or +3 class defense) +1 deflection), Touch 1, Flat-Footed 1
Attacks - Masterwork quarterstaff +3 (1d6/x2)
Fortitude +5 (1 base +3 Constitution +1 resistance)
Reflex +5 (1 base +3 Dexterity +1 resistance)
Will +6 (4 base, +1 Wisdom +1 resistance)
+2 saves vs spells, +2 vs poison
Armor Class 18 (10 Base +3 Dexterity +4 armor (mage armor) (or +3 class defense) +1 deflection), Touch 1, Flat-Footed 1
Attacks - Masterwork quarterstaff +3 (1d6/x2)
...WOW.
"Animal I have Become" seems more appropriate for Tyrion, tho. I mean, he IS insane.
And the sitar song... GAH!!
You both need at the end:
[/sblock]
I'm not gid, but what book?
fantastic beasts and how to use them, my mysteriously popular book, can be found in my sig. You know, the one no one looks at....
Dragor and Bahamut, your sig are not completed.
You both need at the end:
[/sblock]
I am aware of thet, I just haven't done it yet.
And C&T, I look at your sig.
Just finished english finals... got an 11 (equals A).
Can somebody (Gid or Gareth or C&T or anyone else) help me with this?
Can't help, no ideas yet, but it seems like the chardev boards have helped more than I could ever hope to already.
10 -> 10 -> B
9/8 -> 7 -> C
7 -> 4 -> D
6 -> 02 -> E
5 -> 00 -> F
03 -> -3 -> -F
We in Denmark are getting a new grade scale.
The first line is our old scale. The next one is the new scale. And the last one is your scale.
The "translations" between the scales is approximately. They are different ways to give the grades.
I'm not completely sure this is the way.
7 is a good grade. An average.
If so, which ones?
All but the book so far... and the waddle doo doesn't work...
I have only one thing to add to what has been said:
X:invasion:Did you know you can add yourself to your own buddy list?
And if you drown a flie, you can resurrect it by using salt (NaCl)?
For real, I have done it multible times...
That why I only an ordinary game boy.Anyway sorry for my absence as of late. I havent seen much I've had to reply to anyway though. I've been busy and riding horses and such, have some interesting stories from yesterday too.
Anyway Aya and I will be gone for most of today as well but we'll let you know the ruling on the tourny match when we get back, hint hint Khael. Gaelro had said that was the last post he could come up with on it and Bahamut said he wanted it to be judged as well so I'm thinking we'll get to judging it when we get back tonight. A truly epic match though, beautifully done.
And Jessica's background is finished. And you know what? Arctic elf names are like modern human names now, so eat it!
Gaelro had said that was the last post he could come up with on it and Bahamut said he wanted it to be judged as well so I'm thinking we'll get to judging it when we get back tonight. A truly epic match though, beautifully done.
Awesome, I look forward to it, and thank you. Also, i'm going be busy during the "summer" and as such I may not be able to read this thread in completion. If the last 4 pages were any message that was meant for me, let me know, as PM is really the only reliable way to reach me (at least for now).
Will try now.
Here is an example, mine.
Normaly they are not viewable by others, but I have haxx.
If so, I'll look over it and decide :D
Alright. I have reached my decision...how would you prefer it delivered? I could simply tell you, and have you work it out amongst yourselves, or bring in the Mirrorlord once more.
Your choice.
We need something to work on. What's his childhood/early adulthood like, etc.
Do you know how TEMPTING THAT IS?
The Sevifor vs Lafali match has been judged by the other two judges but I will hold my decision for the sake of a better more fair tiebreaking decision and of course for the sake of teasing you all.
I'm currently rereading the Loex vs Alkuth match, I've been spacing out while reading it though so it may be morning before I can get that judged too.
. As for spacing out though, try a drink of cold water, the cold will jolt you back, and hydration will help long-term.Okay revlis, I looked at your character's equipment, and just from the names, I came to this conclusion: I give up. I'll just take some minor comfort in managing what I did without a book designed expressly for the purpose. hopefully in the next game I'm in, no one will spring a "your character, but better" trick on me.
Ugh...now I feel bad.
I didn't want to just upstage your character...there's still plenty more that your lil' kobold can do that Axl can't. And most of the stuff he has is either from some of the Eberron Books, Complete Adventurer, Song and Silence, and 2 things from BoVD. I'm sorry you feel that way; I promise it wasn't intentional, really. Gideon just mentioned "steampunk" and an engineer/tinker came to my mind immediately...and I had no idea that the creating thing was such a HUGE part of character. It just happened that way. And besides, I don't think I could beat your character or Gareth's in a fight...
The Sevifor vs Lafali match has been judged by the other two judges but I will hold my decision for the sake of a better more fair tiebreaking decision and of course for the sake of teasing you all.
You have me on pins and needles. I saw the words "sevifor and lafali" and then proceeded to try not to peek at the result. I actually managed to succeed.
Well, I'll wait as long as it takes. Maybe I can take some time and actually submit a charecter for Gideon's campain that we are throwing together. Hmmm, just maybe? :D
Hey Revlis, where's your character? I need to see the gear that just out-tricked cog_n_taz.
Here
NOTE: I'm not even kidding. That took an hour and a half to put together. With no magic items.
Damn you Gideon, NOW I WANT TO LOOK!
Do you know how TEMPTING THAT IS?
Yes. However, you wouldn't learn anything from looking. It's not complete yet. :D
Okay revlis, I looked at your character's equipment, and just from the names, I came to this conclusion: I give up. I'll just take some minor comfort in managing what I did without a book designed expressly for the purpose. hopefully in the next game I'm in, no one will spring a "your character, but better" trick on me.
Not better, just different. Less combat, more items. You'd take him to the cleaners in a straight fight, he's got more acid and things.
Basically, he just starts out with more bizzare items...not that you can't make more IC. I'll be much more open to ideas when I'm not worried about building the world.
Also, on that note...Revlis: I'm not searching for all this now. I'm to busy with other stuff. Please explain it, 'cause this was never cleared with me.
4 Vials of Lockslip Grease (200 GP, -- lbs.)
2 Focusing Candles (200 GP, 2 lbs.)
Triple Weapon Capsule Retainer (450 GP, -- lbs., attached to underblade)
4 Quickflame Weapon Capsules (100 GP, -- lbs.)
4 Quickspark Weapon Capsules (100 GP, -- lbs.)
2 Tempo Bloodspikes (300 GP, -- lbs.)
2 Thickener Bloodspikes (200 GP, -- lbs.)
4 Glowbug Bloodspikes (200 GP, -- lbs.)
2 Festering Bombs (100 GP, 2 lbs.)
6 Vials of Sannish (90 GP, -- lbs.)
4 Flasks of Acidic Fire (120 GP, 4 lbs.)
Thanks!
Focusing Candles-Burns for one hour. Anyone within 20 ft. of the candle gets a +1 bonus to Appraise, Decipher Script, Forgery, and Search checks. (Complete Adventurer)
Weapon Capsules-Attach to any melee weapon. On contact, release a certain effect. One use per capsule. (I have the triple version, which holds three capsules. I can choose to activate any number of them on a hit) (Complete Adventurer)
........Quickflame-Deals an extra 1d6 fire damage. Does not stack with other fire damage the weapon deals.
........Quickspark-Same as quickflame, but deals electricity damage.
Bloodspikes-Needlelike objects that contain a fluid that is injected into your system (dealing 1 point of piercing damage that overcomes all damage reduction). Stays in the system for one hour before losing effect. (Magic of Eberron)
........Thickener-Reduces all weapon damage dealt to injector by 1 point. Does not reduce to less than one.
........Tempo-Once in the hour that it is in the system, the injector may take one additional move action during his turn. If not used within the hour, it is wasted.
........Glowbug-Causes skin to glow. If any skin is showing, provides bright light out to 10 ft, and shadowy illumination out to 20 ft.
Festering Bombs-Grenadelike objects that do not cause damage. However, upon striking a hard surface, they spew their contents in a 20 ft. radius. All those in that radius must save or contract filth fever. (This overrides the normal rule that filth fever is spread through injury) (BoVD)
Sannish- A drug (BoVD)
DC to resist: 9 (Ingested)
Addiction Category: Moderate
Initial Effect: One point of wisdom damage
Secondary Effect: User is numb to pain for 1d4 hours, including pain effects such as symbol of pain.
Side Effect: -2 to Initiative
Overdose: Taking another dose while under the influnce of another dose forces the user into a stupor, only allowing for partial actions for 2d4 hours.
Acidic Fire-Grenadelike weapon. Deals 1d4 acid and 1d4 fire. Splash within 5 ft. 1 acid and 1 fire. On the next round, the target of the direct hit takes an additional 1d4 fire damage; this extra damage can be avoided the same way as alchemist's fire. (ECS)
That clear everything up?
That okay?
Speaking of Siventarr...
ANK!! IT IS TIME FOR A REMATCH!!! NOOOOOWWWWW!!!!
Could you resend it, by any chance?
Anyway, I'm off to bed... Another useless day of school tomorrow...
Oh, and before I forget to mention it, revlis: even if gid won't allow it (until I develop cyberhypnosis, that is), I have the steam-driven-adamantine-umber-hulk-with-eye-rays under copyright, and the same goes for Mk2:P .
Oh, and beat the guy in a straight up fight? Come on, the guy's a kobold fighter, and all his weapons, barring dragon breathers, are seriously sub-par.
By the way, real shame you don't have dragons there, 'cause though I'm no big dragon buff most of the time, I heard that right after I thought of the tiamat dragon breather. I'm pretty sure I don't need to explain what it does:D.
The winner is
Show
Lafali
*skips around in girlish glee for her favorite character*
Ouch, that hurt. Oh well, I suppose I can take pride in the fact that I'm the runner-up for the first battle tournament in hell. Yay! :P
Ank is smitten from his/her high horse with combined might of Ghaelro's roleplaying and Sorcen's tiebreaker. He/she lands flat on his face in the dirt of Sorcen's arena and doesn't move for many a second. When his/her limbs start to work again, he/she places one arm on either side and pushes upwards in an awkward push-up motion before curling his/her feet back under. Standing, Ank walks slowly over to his opponent, Ghaelro. He/she grips the pommel of his/her sword tightly, and pulls it out to hold it directly in between his/her two eyes.
With a quick motion and a fourish, the sword is flipped about and driven home into the flesh of the earth, where Ank joins it on bended knee.
"Thou hath won, my first loss, congrats to thee..."
Ank is smitten from his high horse...
Why you went to so much trouble to conceal it with all that he/she stuff when you said this in the first sentence...:D
In other news, Sorcen and I need an unbiased judge to replace me in the Arena IV battle he and I are about to have. I'm obviously not qualified to judge my own fights...:D
I thought you guys might get a kick out of that. I also have a quickie question - I've been writing and re-writing and re-writing and writing some more of Shades of Gray - would anyone mind terribly if I posted a teaser of it?
The great doors creaked and groaned, and the girl got up quickly, turning around. Small hands pulled up her hood and a small denim mask until the only things showing from her body were two piercing blue eyes. Six children - six of her schoolmates - walked in the front door, holding lengths of pipe. She backed into the altar, the wood teetering a little before she realized the could not move any farther.
Nowhere to run.
"Looks like we caught her in the act. We told you not to come here, Kavon. You're a fey-lover for sure."
They were advancing on her, closing the space with easy, measured steps. The girl ran behind the altar, only to find nowhere to run left - only the church organ to press against, only cold brass. They casually took the steps up to the dais, cutting her off, preventing her escape.
They didn't say a word. They only smiled, and the one in the middle, the biggest, raised his pipe. She tried to duck, but it connected with her head, sending pain streaking through her skull and blotting out the world in white light. She cried out and fell over, only to be kicked in the stomach. The others moved in to continue the beating -
And stopped, shuddering at the icy, unnatural slither across their skin. The shadows of the room flocked to the girl, leaving the cathedral unnaturally without shadow or light, surrounding her. One child raised his pipe and swung again.
A tendril of shadow lashed out and caught him by the throat before the swing could be completed, metal bouncing off of shadow. His neck broke with a grisly snap, and darkness flooded out, enveloping them, drawing them in. One staggered away as the screaming began, as the blood seeped out of the shadow and stained the white tile crimson. He turned and ran, as fast as he could go, as fast as anyone had a right to.
Not fast enough.
Tendrils of shadow wrapped around an arm, then a leg, then both arms and both legs. He screamed and struggled, pulled against the chilling force that sapped the heat from his bones, but it was nothing compared to his cry of agony when his limbs where ripped from his body.
Shadow consumed him, and then the darkness grew blades. His screaming ended in a sickening, wet gurgle.
The girl sat up, back against the organ as she drew her knees to her chest. She was soaked in blood, stained in it, as her brilliant blue eyes gazed at the carnage. Pieces of them were strewn about the cathedral, thrown violently, contemptuously by the darkness. The blood was spreading across the floor, a crimson tide flowing slowly out of the doors to the church.
She sat there until they took her away.
Why you went to so much trouble to conceal it with all that he/she stuff when you said this in the first sentence...:D
In other news, Sorcen and I need an unbiased judge to replace me in the Arena IV battle he and I are about to have. I'm obviously not qualified to judge my own fights...:D
You lair, there is nothing to see here
Cog, you read the first chapter of Draft 1.0 - which is DEAD. That teaser? From Draft 4.2. The material you read no longer exists.
hm, you sure? I read the one with the "shrink with a sense of humour", Ears, etc.
Also Gareth: I'll take a look at that in a minute, but from my brief read-through, it looks pretty interesting...although there's a LOT of blood.
Seems like "Syra meets Caben Duur" :D
There was a quiet sense of power in the church, one that resonated with every soft echo from the tiled floor. The candles stood unlit as the small shadow passed over them, though they were fresh, newly bought.
Nice, although "fresh, newly bought" isn't really necessary. There's probably a better way to say it, as such a common word as "bought" kind of threw off the mood for me. Just my opinion.
The small phantom in black denim barely made any sound as she walked to the altar and knelt with soft rustling of her clothing.
"Knelt with soft rustling of her clothing" is a misplaced modifier. She isn't actually kneeling with it, it's a sound. You need a way to point out that it's a seperate event: she kneels, AND there is the sound.
The small phantom in black denim barely made any sound as she walked to the altar and knelt before it, her clothing rustling softly in the echoing silence of the room.
Or something like that, anyway.
Even in the shadows of the unlit cathedral, the wood of the pews and altar shined with polish, the candelabras gleamed.
Here you either want "AND the candelabras gleamed," or you want a semi-colon. Small grammatical error though...nothing major.
Soft, unintelligable whispers floated through the air as she paid her reverence.
The great doors creaked and groaned, and the girl got up quickly, turning around. Small hands pulled up her hood and a small denim mask until the only things showing from her body were two piercing blue eyes. Six children - six of her schoolmates - walked in the front door, holding lengths of pipe. She backed into the altar, the wood teetering a little before she realized the could not move any farther.
Okay. Good, but a few problems. The way you wrote it leaves some question as to whether or not those hands are her's, or someone else's. Also, after introducing the children, don't use She. Use a name, or a description. But again, minor stuff. My only major question is how often do you see an altar flimsy enough to actually teeter when someone walks backwards into it? (course, I don't go into many churches, so I could be completely wrong)
Nowhere to run.
"Looks like we caught her in the act. We told you not to come here, Kavon. You're a fey-lover for sure."
They were advancing on her, closing the space with easy, measured steps. The girl ran behind the altar, only to find nowhere to run left - only the church organ to press against, only cold brass. They casually took the steps up to the dais, cutting her off, preventing her escape.
A bit of odd wording: "nowhere to run left." Should probably be "nowhere left to run." Also, "only the church organ to press against; only cold brass." Semicolon time :D
Finally, THEY should be replaced again. You do something I'm really guilty of...messing up pronoun reference. You need some way of restating who THEY is. From now on every time you do this, I'm making it blue.
They didn't say a word. They only smiled, and the one in the middle, the biggest, raised his pipe. She tried to duck, but it connected with her head, sending pain streaking through her skull and blotting out the world in white light. She cried out and fell over, only to be kicked in the stomach. The others moved in to continue the beating -
And stopped, shuddering at the icy, unnatural slither Slither as a noun? Not really...try another word thereacross their skin. The shadows of the room flocked to the girl, leaving the cathedral unnaturally without shadow or light, surrounding her Again, misplaced modifier. Move surrounding her to right after "flocked to the girl." Make it "surrounding her and leaving...". One child raised his pipe and swung again. (Why would he do this? Seems like a really stupid thing to do...is he stupid? Angry? Disturbed and trying to stop the event? I need some reasoning here...it seems odd for him to do that)
A tendril of shadow lashed out and caught him by the throat before the swing could be completed, metal bouncing off of shadow. "metal bouncing...shadow" isn't necessary here. We already know the swing couldn't be completed, and it's just filler at this point. You can cut it without much effect, other than to smooth the narrative.His neck broke with a grisly snap, and darkness flooded out, enveloping them, drawing them in. One staggered away as the screaming began, as the blood seeped out of the shadow and stained the white tile crimson. Okay. The effect is nice, but the sentence is fragmented for some reason. There's something off about it I can't quite place, but I'll let you know if I figure it out. He turned and ran, as fast as he could go, as fast as anyone had a right to. "as fast as anyone had a right to? WIERD phrase...really bizzare. Works, but oddly. I'd think about changing that
Not fast enough.
Tendrils of shadow wrapped around an arm, then a leg, then both arms and both legs. Too much detail here: it takes away from the effect. Maybe "wrapped around an arm, then a leg, and then the shadows engulfed him completely." More drama and less fact will add to the scene.He screamed and struggled, pulled against the chilling force that sapped the heat from his bones, but it was nothing compared to his cry of agony when his limbs where ripped from his body.
Shadow consumed him, and then the darkness grew blades. His screaming ended in a sickening, wet gurgle. I loved this, by the way :D
The girl sat up, maybe put "her" here. Not required though back against the organ as she drew her knees to her chest. She was soaked in blood, stained in it, as her brilliant blue eyes gazed at the carnage again, something odd about this sentence. She's soaked in it. But not only as her eyes gaze at the carnage. You've combined two seperate events into one, and it doesn't really make sense now. Try fiddling around with this sentence a bit, and see if you can make it any clearer. Pieces of them were strewn about the cathedral, thrown violently, contemptuously by the darkness. The blood was spreading across the floor, a crimson tide flowing slowly out of the doors to the church.
She sat there until they took her away.
Anyway, that's my two cents, for what it's worth.
Overall, nice job! Especially with the descriptions. :D
It's just my take on things based on what I would have done. I never said you HAD to change ANYTHING. Just suggestions based on my opinion. Do with them what you will :D
Pronouns - after reading it over, all the problem areas you mentioned with pronouns are easily solved with a dose of common sense. When she pulls up her hood, the other children are ACROSS THE ROOM, to give one example. I've also established certain patterns that make it clear - there is only ONE "she" in the scene, for example, so you can't confuse her with anyone else. I'm deliberately avoiding names, so I'd like to think I knew what I was doing with my pronouns.
The Incomplete Swing - the bit at the end is to tell the readers WHY the swing was never completed - and for future reference in the story. It demonstrates that she can make her shadows solid. I'm SHOWING the reader something :D
The Altar - will be explained later in the story.
Semi-Colons - While it seems like you're correct to me, Matt hasn't slapped me for those yet, and he hates Comma Splices second only to ellipses, so I somehow think that I might have done right in those examples you gave.
The Second Swing - why did the child swing after the darkness? Fear, anger, hate, desperation, and just plain freaky where all running through his mind, and the source was the girl right in front of him. The natural human reaction at that point is to destroy the threat - so he swung. It's not like he knew what was about to happen.
Drawn and Quartered - I wanted to have the distinct image of only his limbs being caught, which is why I wrote it in that particular way. If the shadow engulfs him, I lose that effect.
Slither - verbs can be used as nouns, and there's a grammatical term for it, I just can't really remember it. When you do, there are implied things - in this case, it's implied that the slithering sensation is the actual noun.
Blood-soaked Gaze - This is where English differs from Spanish. See, in Spanish, they have Past Perfect and Past Imperfect - Perfect happens ONCE and is over, and Imperfect repeats over a period of time ("I walked out the door" vs. "I always walked out the door"). That sentence is an example of a weakness in English - we have to guess. She's getting soaked in blood ONCE, but she's looking over a period of time. That's really the best way I have to set up that sentence for the effect I'm going for.
As Anyone has a Right to - it's an idiom that I'm a fan of, and implies that he's running as fast as he'll go in a blind panic.
Gid: I added to the background on p. 141. Can you or Gareth look it over?
Other than that, no real issues. And I can work around that little problem.
I have a feeling this will be a humorous match.
AWSOMEAWSOMEAWSOMEAWSOMEAWSOMEAWSOMEAWSOME!!!!!
((and the reason for giving more AWSOME's is because its more AWSOME than AWSOME))
Thanks, but it's not that good...
thats a matter of opinions. I for my part LOVE it... keep it up pretty. :D
But Gareth? Keep those two in the tavern, will you? Gideon's bored at the moment :D
And you're too late, they're already gone. But Axl'll be back in a few hours. Probably. After breakfast. I hear he makes good cereal and milk.
Plus, he needs to fight dragor. But he'll need to rest up for that beforehand.
And in accordance with Sorcen's flavor of being good allies with a man named Yawgmoth that I used in my campaigns, I just adapted Yawgmoth from MTG to my campaigns with Sorcen, I may want to have some treaties and such with LordYawgmoth one day.
Sorcen, I can do Khael's judging on the loex vs alkuth match for him. here goes... "yarr, flaws! You all lose! Oh, and you all went wrong here, here, here and here, nyah." (just kidding:D )
Hmmm... You left off my slagging Gareth for something or other and the ensuing argument ended by Gid, but otherwise...
And I'm not judging the Domon/Caben Vs Skraal match luckily for you, sorta... Since Skraal lost on post 17...
And I kept up on the Gleemax thing for a while too, Sorcen but decided it wasn't worth my time. When will the fools learn there is much dark magic they do not comprehend?!
Or translated for everyone else... "I seriously reckon I could wipe the pants off everyone there, solely because they made up limits that don't exist. Outside of the counterspell/MarySue-godmodder ones."
Also because the faction thing seems really really pants. Where is the outright Devastation faction?!
And please respond to that thread sometime, since I really need to know how astrology's gonna work.
EDIT: I can say this again, but I don't think Gareth will ever hear (That's your cue to flame me to pieces, Gareth:D): The Oath is dead/dying!
...
It's in a coma :P
And I'm not judging the Domon/Caben Vs Skraal match luckily for you, sorta... Since Skraal lost on post 17...
That was an auto-kill which I chose not to complain about, he died once after too, by my own choice (half of it was). I was looking for an OOC ruling though. (As in, who RPed better. I wouldn't normally have any doubts, but I just beat gid recently.)
Well, I'll be willing to fight you as well Jim, also I remind people that Nim and I are looking for a team battle aginst our kyton/chain golem duo.
Hey Gideon...you wanna take this? Axl and Gideon vs. these two? Probably be a lot of fun....
And I think I forgot it if you mentioned it before.
Likewise, tell me if your character(s) is(are) evil enough to NOT have love.
But you do have a point.
And the Oath is NOT dead. I'm waiting on a couple people, and we STILL need a few positions filled. Additionally, I'm waiting for Khael's confirmation on his 'cannon fodder' ships (his specific ships have been approved) and for people to PM me more detailed information on THEIR enemy ships - not to mention the possibility that something like, say, Bahamut's ship could be fighting Khael's ships and things like that.
There is no avatar of hate as of yet.
Love for money is Greed, and therefore not under the purview of Laven.
If the Avatar of Hate and Laven were to be in the same room together, they'd both scream and likely run out of the room - Laven's skin crawling with dark red veins and Hate's with bright pink ones. They are anathema to each other.
Consider the postition taken. How could I pass that up? :D
To answer some questions -
There is no avatar of hate as of yet.
Love for money is Greed, and therefore not under the purview of Laven.
If the Avatar of Hate and Laven were to be in the same room together, they'd both scream and likely run out of the room - Laven's skin crawling with dark red veins and Hate's with bright pink ones. They are anathema to each other.
I almost get in the mood to make him... actually Dragor comes rather close, because of love... strange guy Dragor...
Anyway, excuse me for being off for some time, I was at a dancing lesson...
EDIT: Nevermind I got a random urge and claimed it. If you like we can have it split between us or something Gideon. Maybe they were twins or something?
Well, I'm not actually THAT angry, but I was in the middle of a long post involving the Avatar of Hate who had snatched Gideon's emotions during his second of confusion at the new feelings.
I repeat:
DAMN YOU!!!
Makes it easier to get over the fact that you beat me by literally two minutes. I was ALMOST done.
Oh well. Such is life.
Maybe I can channel him through something else.
Lust
Greed
Courage
Valor
Compassion
Good
Evil
Fear
Order
Curiosity
Loyalty
Selfishness
And that's just off the top of my head!
That was an auto-kill which I chose not to complain about, he died once after too, by my own choice (half of it was). I was looking for an OOC ruling though. (As in, who RPed better. I wouldn't normally have any doubts, but I just beat gid recently.)
Actually I was referring to the fact you moved the fight from the Arena to Zak's armpit (I will never tire of calling the void that... Never), a move that techically breaks the rules on people not planeshifting, etc.
And if the you can't planeshift moving to the void is definately out... (Or alternatively auto-kill breaks the FoD only, and half the time thats survivable padadoxal as it is, I'm/the heralds are, here to yell at people for breaking arena rules...)
And Gid? This is the arena, remember how many people come from different worlds? So far we know Primals can't go to another world.
Noone said their power couldn't. Or that it wouldn't transfere (So champion of Primal from World Y, comes to world U, Either he still receives power from Y, or gets power from Primal of U.)
Point is, you can only have native Primals,and they can only have one champ, no-one said the champ must be on the world where his Primal is.
Pushes things, but passable
Now, since I can't figure out somewhere else to put it, Revlis and I will be using this for our little...thingie.
Axl finally catches a glimpse of Endeca sitting on top of a tall spire, though there is no evidence of how she got there. The elf's knees are drawn up to her chest and her chin rests on them as she stares off into the hellscape sky. It's hard to tell, but she looks like she's talking to someone - though, with no one else up there, exactly who she is talking to is unclear.
"Sorry...is this seat taken?"
"Endeca, what is your problem? I don't see it! If you're trying to scare me, it's working. Stop, now, please?"
With that, the elf leaps off of the spire, flipping over once before entering a planar gate, which hangs in the air where she left it.
The Avatar of Evil is taken, to prevent another occurance of the "it being stolen" thing. :D
"Well...nothing ventured..."
And keeps falling. There is no ground, and he passes Endeca as she is sitting on nothing but air. The mage doesn't even seem to notice him, but he can clearly hear her mutter, "Why does he have to love me? That shouldn't happen, that's never happened..."
"Hi"
And begins to plumit farther.
"Bye"
And can you get a champion of evil? Seriously... I mean technically by its nature Evil is only going to power up his own choice, which likely means at least one coup against Sorcen, from the force empowering his own army.
Call me picky but it does sound like we're getting out of hand now.
Lust
Greed
Courage
Valor
Compassion
Good
Evil
Fear
Order
Curiosity
Loyalty
Selfishness
are all of these free? except evil i mean.
I think I've just caused a flood of character creation...
Oh, and Justice.
Although that one's probably already taken by Edvard.
And Primals... go for instant kills. If you're unlucky you might actually know you just got to die. Luckily however most PCs here are immune to the Primals you can meet, since those Primals are the natives, and anyone from another world is off-limits to their power.
By the way - you may be wondering why Laven can't help flooding people with emotion, while Endeca can hug and kiss freely. It depends on the strength of the Primal they champion. Love, Hate, Good, Evil, Law, and Chaos just can't restrain themselves - they're too infused with it. Joy, however, is too weak to do that - Endeca has to conciously TRY.
Get it?
New update on my status, I may be able to jump on every once in awhile but pretty much just assume I wont be on til tongiht.
As shown when Woe couldn't fight a Krynn-worlder, without that happening, so he backed off.
But I see your point. Though it does raise the factor of hurling about enough stuff to kill someone stone dead is going to have godly repercussions an instant fatality doesn't. Namely if you drop a building, clerics of the gods will find out, and the gods will now know someones free...
And also... a thought comes to mind, We know Gideon is writing up this campaign, but like all DMs needs time, and some here have short attention spans when active... I've was thinking why don't some of us organise either a mini-campaign, or a series of short adventures? I know I've got some that could be used, but is anyone up for that, least 'til Gid's really ready.
No offense meant, of course.
How very Fight club...
It just sounded more smartass to pull the 'shoot yourself' thing.
As to that... two ideas come to mind...
Either, we find out firsthand how DMing styles vary rather than enter another verbal slog that goes no-where...
Or we Co-Dm something.
Or of course there is just sit here sulking 'til Gideon's ready with his world...
A dark, sinister man steps onto the dock. His hair is black and spread out in waves. His face is not unhandsome, with good proportions and dark blue eyes. He wears a wide-brimmed hat with a skull-and-crossbones on its front and a single bright red feather tucked into it. His jacket is a contrast of black and red, with a snow-white shirt sticking out of it. His pants are matching and rather tight. His shoes are perfectly shined and made of good leather. Diamonds grace his cufflings, and moderately big earrings are sticking out of his ears. Across his waist he wears a wide belt which carries his possessions. Namely, it bears a dagger, a cutlass in a decorative sheath, several bags, a flint, a pipe, and other miscellaneous items. Those who are watchful notice that the cutlass is strung across his right side.
Few people know this man by his true name. Every time he's asked to give a name, he gives a different one. He is always searching for something, but never seems to be able to find it. Likewise, there are always people searching for him. They usually have more luck in their searching than he does. His past is clouded and he does not often talk about it.
For the statistics, he would be equivalent to low-level swashbuckler (approximately), but given the fact that this is diceless roleplaying and he's not a spellcaster, I will probably be playing him realistically rather than by the rules.
He has weapons hidden everywhere on his body. There are guns, blades, a few bombs, and even a few more exotic weapons like a net. His weapons are a bit more archaic and primitive than those of the rest of the crew, but he still uses them well.
And we need a judge...who wants to do it?
The team match can go ahead to the new site, Arena 2. Khael and I can take over as judges forRevlis and Gideon if you like, and if its fine with Khael.
A-Okay with me. Will custom terrain be needed, or can you all settle that yourselves?
Can I suggest everyone else run for hard cover? And pray no one invented vindicare goggles...
(for those unaware of WH40K lingo, vindicare goggles reduce cover effects.)
"Nothing's absolute," she says quietly, "Not even when it's a part of you. I have hate. Anger has some joy, and I've seen joy be angry...nothing can survive without a bit of its opposite. So, who does Hate love?"
You mean that? I thought it was a rhetorical question hinting at what she was wondering to herself, sorry.
I'll answer it and if its incorrect then I'll edit.
.....
I need to go hurt something.
How to I do a single post? Like, one where only you can post and no one else. Wasn't there some sort of Wizard's forums FAQ page about that?
I used to think it was something that you made as well but then I experimented one day and figured it out and was thrilled for it. So to 'make a single post', just find an old post of yours that no one will look at and then edit it for whatever you need.
The shining man walks slowly through the gate. Before he removes it you wonder how he manages to breath in the tight, horned white helm. His short hair is almost completely white and his face is beautiful, although you do see the consequences of having such a small helmet. And then you notice his eyes, bright yellow piercing through you.
His battered armor is gray with many scratches and blood stains. The lower part of the armor, where the legs are, is rather new, perhaps it was so damaged that he had to replace it. As you look even lower, you think that soon he will need to replace his boots, too. You see many symbols, holy probably, on his armor, some of them almost faded, some of them glowing brightly.
His greataxe rests on his back, and again, decades of use turned the edge of the axe to something... full of spikes and notches.
He was once very famous, a bodyguard of kings. He took part in many wars, holy wars. He was powerful indeed, and the bishops noticed him, he was a threat, and for that he was accused as a heretic. And so they banished him from their world. He traveled many
years in the different worlds, somehow surviving. He vowed vengeance against his own people.
I consider him as an experienced knight~paladin type, but not as the good guy with the shield and sword of light or one who fights for justice or something. And so he don't have divine powers, the great tactician fights brutally with his axe and likes to slam his helm into his enemie's face.
To the lousy English, we will probaly survive, but you can run your text through windows word (or orther program with spell checker).
To your knight, he seems to be below our usual power level.
.As to the power level of your knight, dont worry we've proven a little girl can win a match as long as the person playing it can roleplay it well enough. The english shouldnt be much of a problem as Xarallon said.
To be honest, I don't think EITHER Laven or Donovan are capable of handling this emotionally. It'll be interesting.
Because I'm just wondering, what happens when Evil finds out his legions on at least two sides just collapsed into love? Which would be all of a few seconds given the point of the blood war...
And honestly? Love can be just as powerful an evil force. In fact, having each devil/demon working as a team rather than an individual would actually STRENGTHEN their power.
So I think he'd be pleased.
Get what I mean?
And if it makes you feel better, Donovan just increased both divorce and marriage rates :P
And so, in exchange for powering up the efficiency of the demons, Evil no longer has to find a mortal to teach Hadoken to...
But, yes, the real question is, What will Love do to Laven. I just figured, fiends haven't changed, they love for the only reasons they would ever, since love just changed to fit them. Its everyone bar Evil whose got problems, while Evil sits back and snickers...
Not to mention, she just did the same for evil mortals. And undead. And evil anything. For a week, love is in the air...of the crypt that necromancer is hanging out in.
As to what Evil is going to do to Laven - well, well, Love just became Evil for a week. I'm pretty sure there's about to be a string of hopeless love, broken hearts, and suffering left behind her.
Its everyone bar Evil whose got problems, while Evil sits back and snickers...
Yep. And he's thrilled.
And that doesn't answer what, after a week, Love is going to do to Laven. Though it may be a plot point you're planning?
And when did undead become actual evil...
I don't get what you're asking, Khael...
Anyway, what will Love who just, for a week, was forced into a fundamental change where it brought about suffering, pain etc. because of that one mortal's choice, do to Laven for not just choosing that, but carrying out the change.
Namely, how bad will Love kick Laven's ass for doing this to it, since Laven didn't apparently just mix two forces, she changed her patron into something evil for a week.
LeMondis and Hate are profitting from this though. With Love in the hands of Evil and vice versa, then Hate can run a bit more rampant than usual. And of course the love in hands unfamiliar with such a feeling will cause more hate.
I don't think anyone here is really qualified to understand Love. She's...just....in the end, I don't think Love would do anything, really. Love is the source of all empathy, the source of all understanding for your fellow person. She'd identify too much with Laven's choice to do anything about it. I mean, if Laven comes to her, guilt-tripping or begging forgiveness or whatever, Love would console her, but she's not going to BLAME Laven.
Do you get what I mean?
What I said was the change would be bad for Devilkind, since demons just stopped infighting to let all their hit the devils and upper planes, while the devils, who were already better trained to work together, will be less practically affected.
And it mean Aya is more likely to knife Sorcen under the ground he's too weak and she's saving him from that duty, if my understanding is right...
And do I understand? Hell no Gareth, but I'll take your word on it.
Remember who you're talking to...
That's just a SHADOW of Love's empathy. She feels for people too much to blame them for doing ANYTHING - even for hating.
You can explain it all you like but I really don't think we'll get anyhere, since one of my first thoughts there was 'how big a masochist?!'
But I do see one thing out of this that I can use... permit me a snicker...
And on that note, because I'm a stickler, sulking until Gid's readyit is then? (I doubt you know what I'm talking about now though)
And you remember you wanted someone to fight one (or four) of your guys who've been hanging about the arena for some time? Anytime we get an arena I'll take you up on that, if you don't mind.
And Gid? Still waiting on that Reflections result, some of us have hellsilvers riding on this.
It's a more important question than it may sound, put it like that...
That's why they AREN'T SUPPOSED TO KILL EACH OTHER.
And that never stopped Good and Evil. Mostly Good really, but I'm biased.
And which all means... anytime the chance comes up, I've got some people for Gareth's crew to try their hands at.
When they're all one body, they can't be all, they're just one. The only question is how that comes out.
The Force is generated by life, and in turn, it fuels life. As long as Chaos exists in that life, Chaos exists in the Force - and the same thing holds true for all of the other Aspects. As long as some form of life can feel or experience it, it is part of the Force.
Which makes one wonder what the Far Realms ones are like...
And I get you, its a Primal made up of Primals, but rather than have the name Chaos, as this worlds closest counterpart to it does(If a shape shifting blob, with evershifting roles, save for providing the Chaos for life, isn't closest in thought and deed...), it has the moniker 'the force'.
Incidentally, Jayla was stabbed with one of Cupid's Arrows, so she's been afflicted with pure love, not tainted love. Which is exactly what she DIDN'T need right now for her emotional state - hence why Laven inflicted it.
And lets face it, thats near everyone...
And you asked waht do I know of the force... Only what episodes 1,4,5,6 and Jedi knights 1&2 can give. And the odd comic, yay for the immortal emperor for he will crush them all yet...
By nature Evil should either be about to strip his power, or at the very least kill and recreate him, if he gets the next word in, so any ideas?
As to who they'd go to...I don't know. Pick someone interesting (or I could, if you want.)
But it's your choice :D
But I don't think we have anyone else worthy of champion of Evil yet, least not one the Primals would want, since the best candiates are either fiends (and therefore no-goes since it would mess up the BW somewhat), repentant, or closer to Chaos.
And I don't think there is a Primal of Selfishness?, Greed, luxury, and so on (And Hunger too, or so he claims. While the other Primals go 'Shut up Hunger') are possible, but I don't think selfishness is so much a force, as a description.
And Gid, waiting on you in the Nexus and in Reflections.
But I'll get to them, no worries.
I suddenly get a desire to shut up the other primals by making a champion of hunger...
I was assuming Donovan entered for power, so the worse thing for him is to strip it from him, and probably force him to serve the next. And the next...
If he entered simply because he's... well evil, thats different. And more fun.
A warning about Hunger though, dragor. He has an INCREDIBLE ego, and would have everyone believe hes most powerful, or at least ranks with the other 4-6 (Simply put He's managed to swing the belief you can hunger for anything, and uses that argument to point out everyone, even the UberPrimals, feel his power.)
I'm not certain how much champions pick up, but its possible he'd imbue at least a little shard of that ego in his champion.
Also, I suddenly really tempted to take all the champions and throwing them into the arena at once, to see what alliances are made, and who emerges standing at the end of the day.
Now... to make a suitable curse...
Actually...that's exactly the sort of things Evil would love.
Guys, I have a backstory! :D
x2But as a rule, its a good one, though I'd assume the Ubers look to it as guideline (If it comes to it, will Good hold off slaughtering some champion, when they're 'clearly the servant of Ee-vvvvill?)
None of the Primals is willing to get that involved, as the rest keep them all in line. If one goes against the grain, the rest will push them back, so none dares to try.
Question is, will Evil stick to that? He knows none save the others Ubers can match him, and can likely use Love's own habits on her in the aftermath, assuming she didn't bring popcorn to watch herself...
But as a rule, its a good one, though I'd assume the Ubers look to it as guideline (If it comes to it, will Good hold off slaughtering some champion, when they're 'clearly the servant of Ee-vvvvill?)
Or it could be an indefiable natural law of sorcens world...
Its not as if he'll go after Good's champion, when he has anywhere behind one and two flunkies to do the job for him.
What did she pull at anyway? I read it as either his face, or his ears...
It's really irritating to be part of storyline and then miss it as everyone else moves on. Can you two deal with the inconvienence?
And sure, I can hold off for awhile.
.So, what'd I miss?
What kind of school do YOU go to? The rest of us got out AGES ago, man.
When'd you get out?
I. Win.
:P
He's an EARTHLING. He's from D20 MODERN, MAN! This is his first time in any dimension besides his own or the Nexus?
WHAT THE HELL?
Two weeks ago to the day, at 2:35 P.M. (five minutes early, biznatch).
I. Win.
:P
I'm homeschooled, so I never even had to leave.
I. Radiate. Win.:P
Two weeks ago to the day, at 2:35 P.M. (five minutes early, biznatch).
I. Win.
:P
lucky
edit: that razz includes you, too, C&T
I have more posts than you.
Nyah.
And I own the Taverne by virtue of posting, so doubly nyah. Ha ha, ahahahahahahhaha!
edit: C&T, I was thinking pistols at ten paces, but...
Ah, sometimes, I love being a genius:P .
(why didn't I think of that? He must be a genius! :P )
That would be both of you.
And I own the Taverne by virtue of posting, so doubly nyah. Ha ha, ahahahahahahhaha!
If that's how we're playing, get your pointless spam off of MY thread! :P
(Sorry Sorcen...I had to :D)
Elizabeth Crane, Emily Crane, Philip Crane, and Abigail Crane.
That's all you need to know for now.
Excellent job to you both :D
Ah...it seems the betting window has been pruned, as was the training room. Pity.
Should I re-post the window and divvy up the winnings?
I just finished a rather good book, and liked what was there, so I thought I'd base a character off of it. I'll post him (when I finish him!) here if that's alright, correct?
And yes, this is the place to postnew characters. Could I see that book of yours, by the way?
of course.LostMage, my first post of this thread has the link to the Betting Window, so no need to repost it.
cog n taz, the book is Jonathan Strange and Mr Norell by Susanna Clarke.
Thanks for the
, Sorcen....er...:DWelcome aboard!
EDIT: I've been poking 'round this thread before posting, and some people have short descriptions, some have long ones, and some look like they developed their characters as they played. Is there a good length for a character description?
Not sure how to respond to that one...but, thanks to you, too.
EDIT: I've been poking 'round this thread before posting, and some people have short descriptions, some have long ones, and some look like they developed their characters as they played. Is there a good length for a character description?
Alright...here's the rundown.
First off, I'm harmless. Usually. :D
Secondly, whatever length you want is good. A brief description is fine, a life story is fine. Either one, or somewhere in between.
Hello Northwind, I'm Gareth, and I'll be your Wrath Incarnate today. If you have any questions, any at all, bring them to me along with a sacrifice of live virgins :evillaugh
Wrath Incarnate is well put. Don't anger Lord Gareth, NorthWind. Otherwise I have to step in and calm him down...which isn't as easy as it sounds.
Northwind, that would be gideon, tied with lord_gareth as the world's best RPer. (whispers) he eats people, but we aren't supposed to know, m'kay?:P
World's? Come on Cog...that's crazy talk and you know it.
Gareth and I aim for Universe's :P
But as for the eating people...hmmm...I have to plead the fifth :D
Lord Gareth: yes, I have a few questions,
Anyways, ignore me and get used to doing so, you're talking to gareth and gideon now, quite possibly the best people you'll find anywhere.
Gareth and my guide to all things RP...that we didn't forget to include or revise (and my part needs a revision)
Any further questions (or if there's something that didn't explain) can be addressed to anyone here. But I don't require the sacrifice of live virgins...you can just ask me :D
Otherwise I have to step in and calm him down...which isn't as easy as it sounds.
Now, for the million dollar question...step in who?:P
My suggestion to you is to read Tyler's Laptop, the sticky near the top of the page. I'm told it's helpful (I refuse to confirm or deny it, being its creator). As to how we come up with original characters - I honestly can't tell you that. Unless you're the exact same kind of crazy that I am (and I highly doubt that), my methods won't help you.
And Cog...get a grip on the fact that you're not scum around here...your suggestions ARE worth as much as anyones. DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN!
Anyway, your inferiority complex is better than mine. :P
Should I go ahead and explain my method anyway, and see if it helps you?
sit down in a really boring situation, like watching a movie, sitting in the car, or hand-grinding flour. Toss some themes together (such as fire, big sword, truenaming, ice, glass etc.) and stick em together in whatever way you see fit. You now have a moveset and basic looks for your character. Now grab a spiffy sounding name, get a backstory, and roll with it.
For instance, law, gravity, time and void= The Order.
Ice+glass+rapier+sad music= Merithale
Fire+bone+confused evil+big sword= Karun'thek.
I could go on, but you probably want to keep your eyesight:P .
And Cog? My first viewing of you class has been completed, and there's a partial review of my opinion up.
Should I go ahead and explain my method anyway, and see if it helps you?
If you don't mind, yeah. The powers an' stuff, that I'm fine with. It's like an old-fashioned fairy tale magician (cog n taz know what I mean, he's read the book...and thanks for your suggestions, the whole 'stick random thoughts together' thing. I'll remember that one)
You see, I don't get to play D&D in real life much at all, so character development is a bit tough for me, seeing as I've got no one to really practice it with.
I mean, come on, souped up mithral golem available on demand at level 15?
Real life roleplaying is a lot different from Play by Post, trust me. If you can write, you're good here. Trust me. If you need an example of a fight, the Reflections thread just finished, or you could look at any of the Battle Royale (IC) threads. When you're character is made, feel free to drop them into the imminent warzone that is the Taverne.
Alright, I'll do just that, thank you.
Option 1: The hardest to explain. Sometimes (often, in fact) a complete character simply pops into my head, personality and everything in place. Can't really explain why or how, so I'll move on.
Option 2: Get a concept. Then, mess about with names (for some reason I do the name second with this method). Now you have a shell, and all it needs is life. What I do is determine how the character thinks. Not their personality, but how they think. That way, if someone throws something at me, I'll know how to respond. When posting, I simply put myself in that character's mindset to write. It's hard, but worthwhile.
Option 3: Again, a concept and name. However, here I simply toss them into a situation and see how they develop from there. Donovan Crane is an example of this. He was simply a name attached to a description, filling in the role of the avatar of Evil. Now, however, he's becoming a character. Slowly, but it's happening.
Not as good as my friends graduation speech though...that would have been pure, distilled awesomeness.
edit: all this is beyond me, ofcourse. Mild stage fear n all.
I'm just imagining that, speaking in front of a bunch of kids about to go out into the real world - I could end my speech with that line.
The image in my head is AWESOME.
No, the sniper comes in when I step up and say, "You might remember me from the opening speech, I'm Ira Smith and I'm also here to talk about my career. Being a serial killer isn't easy, let me tell ya -"
*BLAM*
"I've thought long and hard about it, and decided that the single best quality a graduation speech can have...is brevity."
EDIT: Okay...that last speech just won, Gareth :D
Eh, no weirder than standing before a group of 7,000 parents and saying:
"I've thought long and hard about it, and decided that the single best quality a graduation speech can have...is brevity."
EDIT: Okay...that last speech just won, Gareth :D
So that's what your friend said? AWESOME!
So that's what your friend said? AWESOME!
Unfortunately, no. It's what she was going to say. Unofortunately, the school instead decided upon some stuck-up kids idiotic sucking up speech.
Some people have no sense of humor.
Tell your friend that she gets the Ira Smith Reality Check award, for the funniest b*tch-slap I've ever seen to the American school system.
"This is a public radio broadcast across all stations. You won't be able to hear anything but me, but it's only five friggin' minutes, so pay attention. My name is Ira Smith, and I am responsible for the recent deaths of over three billion people. What's left of the world's military is breaking through my island fortress.
I regret nothing!"
*gunfire, dying scream*
Ender Chant
Ender Chant is the eldest son of a family of magnificent sorcerers and wizards. It was no surprise that he took to magic immediatly, and by age fifteen, had already managed to conjure a fairy, restore life to a favorite cat, and even persuade the wind to dance with him. Soon, his talents grew beyond the ken of his family mentors, and so he wished them all a fond farewell, to set off across the worlds to learn more, to gain more magic and power. His parents, brothers, sisters were all proud beyond compare - save for his youngest cousin, struggling along with the most basic magics.
He traveled the width and breadth of many worlds, his magic growing more elegant and subtle with each day. During his travels, he met another magician, of talent equal to his own. It didn't take long for him to fall in love with the sorceress he met.
A year passed, and he proposed to his friend. However, before she could respond, she vanished, snatched away by some unearthly magic. Ender bent all of his power towards finding her, but to no avail.
Now, he searches the multiverse on foot, looking for the rival mage who managed to take his fiancee. Needless to say, his quest has brought him into the depths of hell: into Sorcen's Baator.
Appearence: Ender is a young man, with features not precisly human - there's something fey like about him. His ash blond hair is neatly tied back, showing his handsome features and peircing gold eyes. He walks with the air of someone who harbors no doubts about himself.
He wears an elegant, dark blue frock coat over a spotless gray shirt. The only ornaments on the coat are the silver, star-shaped buttons on the cuff.
He traveled the width and breadth of many worlds, his magic growing more elegant and subtle with each day. During his travels, he met another magician, of talent equal to his own. It didn't take long for him to fall in love with the sorceress he met.
A year passed, and he proposed to his friend. However, before she could respond, she vanished, snatched away by some unearthly magic. Ender bent all of his power towards finding her, but to no avail.
Now, he searches the multiverse on foot, looking for the rival mage who managed to take his fiancee. Needless to say, his quest has brought him into the depths of hell: into Sorcen's Baator.
Appearence: Ender is a young man, with features not precisly human - there's something fey like about him. His ash blond hair is neatly tied back, showing his handsome features and peircing gold eyes. He walks with the air of someone who harbors no doubts about himself.
He wears an elegant, dark blue frock coat over a spotless gray shirt. The only ornaments on the coat are the silver, star-shaped buttons on the cuff.
And, in fact, it gives me the opportunity to snatch a character from that story, if you have no objection.
Uh...do I need an entrance?
EDIT: oh, and thanks for the compliment. I used option 2, by the way.
DAMN! Ninja-ed
We'll see.
Having accomplished this, he walks towards the gate, and as he exits, the woods fade from view, and again, it's hard to tell if they had ever been there at all.
(ooc: how's that?)
Anyway, now I'm going to bed. see you all in 6 hours, or possibly 8.5+, depending on whether my alarm works or not.
Thanks again for your help, all.
Nice char, (Forgot Name). I have ALSO read Jonothan Strange and Mr Norrel. It is one of the best books I have ever opened, though that's a pretty long list. Cool concept. Have you any special connections to one of the faery fords?
Where goes the line between hunger and greed?
Alright, there is going to be a fight on the new site the moment an arena is free - Endeca vs. Dragor. DO NOT READ IT if you are sensitive about certain "mature" topics, as Endeca will be fighting in her birthday suit.
In that case, I will make a new forum for it to take place in, so people can choose not to see it if they wish.
Hunger is just that - physical hunger. Greed is..greed.
but as you can hunger for anything, or at least so hunger says...
I figured Hunger is when you needed something, something incocnsitent, while greed was material cravings so to speak... kinda like that, but I can't explain it better.
BTW, I'm still waiting on the Loex-Alkuth fight judgement.
Nice char, (Forgot Name). I have ALSO read Jonothan Strange and Mr Norrel. It is one of the best books I have ever opened, though that's a pretty long list. Cool concept. Have you any special connections to one of the faery fords?
Thanks!
as for faeries, he might whip up some to help him out, but other than that, no special connections. I sort of got the inspiration from the book, but he dosen't actually come from that setting.
I LOVE Faeries! They make me feel all warm inside, and you don't even WANT to know about D&D Faeries, those people are the baddest-assed things since ANYTHING, EVER. Less than two feet high and they will KEEEEEL YOU!
FAAERIES!
HAHAHAHA!
*completely loses emotional control*
But, those are only the sort of faeries that Ender would summon.
And I demand that all of you read White Plume Mountain and Descent into the Depths of the Earth.
FAAAAAERIE!
edit: I think I have White Plume Mountain & Decent into the Depths of the Earth.
I LOVE Escalla. She's THE SH*T!
*breaks into excited, hysterical laughter*
OOC
For the record, I'm not normally like this, but you just woke up my maniacal love of Faeries. My character will be up soon.
"My Lord Sorcen, Lady Vampris," she says politely, "I am Princess Selva Brightflower, representative of the Seelie Court. I am certain you are aware of the power the Court holds, and we are aware of your own considerable abilities. Therefore, I have volunteered myself to serve as a duelist in this arena of yours."
With a very small pen, she leaves a miniature signature on the registry, bows deeply to Sorcen and Aya, and turns, her wings spreading to fly. With faint buzzing, she flits into the Taverne.
Selva Brightflower, Half-Fey Duelist
Selva is the daughter of Escalla Brightflower and the Justicar, and the world's first half-fey. Unlike her mother, Selva displayed a keen interest in politics, and quickly became involved with the Seelie Court. She coupled this love of intrigue with a keen interest in martial prowess, taught to her by her father.
Selva isn't always this size - in actuality, she can shift herself and her possessions to any size from six inches tall to a full six feet, due to an odd combination of her mixed heritage and the natural Faerie ability to shift shape. She fights with a mixuture of magic and swordcraft - but woe to anyone who thinks she fights fairly.
Possessions: Two +4 Dancing Daggers, one +4 Shock Rapier, and her outfit, which is enchanted to change shapes - a good thing, because if she were to wear it as is and become taller, she'd be arrested for indecency.
Selva isn't always this size - in actuality, she can shift herself and her possessions to any size from six inches tall to a full six feet, due to an odd combination of her mixed heritage and the natural Faerie ability to shift shape. She fights with a mixuture of magic and swordcraft - but woe to anyone who thinks she fights fairly.
Possessions: Two +4 Dancing Daggers, one +4 Shock Rapier, and her outfit, which is enchanted to change shapes - a good thing, because if she were to wear it as is and become taller, she'd be arrested for indecency.
Let me get my flyswatter. :D
And I'm waiting on your answer about those mature boards - should we just make threads for individual matches, or are you gonna subdivide it a bit into little sections?
Hunger is what you need, Greed what you want. However when you're Hunger incarnate, there is no limit to a need, so theres little difference between the two, beyond the fact Greed is if anything better-looking.
It helps if like me you sometimes breaks Primals down into Groups, based on their aspects, for example:
Wrath, Anger, Fury, Hatred.
I tend to think of them as having a 'leader' in this case Wrath, one who draws on all those emotions at once, but rules none, them being merely components to its aspect.
The reason for this method is, some Primals draw on the same thing(s) but as we can tell, aren't the same, Love and Lust for example, Love being well... love, and Lust being its more Primal form if anything, sharing on any number of things with Love, but still not Love.
However... Since no-one ever actually told the Primals what they do, Hunger is given to believe he affects everything in every way. He doesn't, but since he does do the former, no-ones been able to convince him of that.
Greed however... does affect everything, but only in a much more limited span of victims, so where Hunger affects everyone, Greed is likely affecting everything of the few, so he'll affect hunger, libido, selfishness, wealth-wanting, beyond the basics.
So like everyone else, bar the Ubers, they still balance out.
Also to quote myself "Anything a character says of himself is bull, what another character says of him is largely more accurate." This is never more true than with Hunger.
And greeting Northwind, I'm (as you've likely guessed) Khael, Judge etc. and the one who no-one is really joking about the eating-you-thing. Go figure.
I'm also a cynical **** if there ever was one, prone to mouthing off at... well anyone/thing, if they give me reason, most don't, and never yet a serious one.
Right... thats me intro finished... I will point out one thing I do for everyone now:
We have a rule here called FoD. I'm not sure how much onlnie RPing experience you have, but I assume you know what godmodding is known as?
FoD is both more and less restrictive: It allows you to do anything, threaten the multiverse, release the horsemen of the Apocalypse. Release Apocalypse even.
But it also means you cannot decide an outcome where another character is concerned. You do not decide whether you hit, how you wound, or how close to death, they must.
It's sometimes more a guideline than rule, especially in the more pure-RP area like the Taverne, but the part that is in no way a guideline is this:
You cannot, instant-kill, nor control another PC. You can set up a move that theres no way they can avoid without virtually losing a fight due to sheer bad-RPing, but no actual killing move,s unless they go along with it (Well, you can try, but half the guys here won't go along with it, even if you try 'burn the corpse' they'll find a way to come back in the fight. Literally.)
but i was thinking that i`m not as good as you are but i am thinking of two new charters but i need some help to one of them.
It`s going to all elments but do`t know Whist classe it is going to have
will you help me???None of my characters (bar about...two?) has a class you could easily attach to them. It's just not important in a diceless RP.
But if you need classes, entering elemental savant four times is possible, or a Wu jen (They use spells normally classed into 5 different elemental groups, earth, air, fire, water, metal.)
all hail the guy´s and girl`s from Sorcen`s BaatorAnd theres never been any proof that Endeca didn't die, but pulled that off: Her opponent did have his body dusted by the same attack, before he did it.
CALM DOWN!
To everyone else...adios for now.
And to Cog: I'm sorry you're irritated, but I have to make everyone happy. They want something like that, you don't want it, so a compromise is making somewhere where you don't have to see it. I'm sorry if that's not good enough, but it's the best I can do.
It's like...it's like having a place to run an Evil campaign. It's a place where we can cut loose and get as nasty and cruel as we want. You know what I mean?
And no, Evil's not gonig to attack Laven at this point, send Donovan, to maybe though..
And gareth, I have some advice for you up on the new site.
And the only reason the Faerie might be going there is her outfit. She inherited her mother's fashion sense - read the books and you'll know what I mean. Let me put it to you this way - when her mother said that she qualified for a white wedding dress, her friends couldnt' stop laughing for hours.
Oh, and I don't think it'll ever come to me slapping you, it's just a wee bit disturbing in the mean time.
Anyway, I agree with your principle that believing in something is okay, but I still think it depends on what you believe in. Anyway, all my ramblings about this is probably annoying all of you, so you keep it to yourself and whatever new boards, and I'll shut up too, deal?
Anyway, now that that's sorted out, we can get back to the kinda insanity I can cope with.
And yet, that's actually one of Endeca's items in her bag...the Freaky Tiki.....yes. She invented the Freaky Tiki.
Oh, and have you looked at my shaman yet, gareth? Something tells me you'll like the water spirit there.
The Tiki is...hard for me to explain, because it's so SIMPLE. It's nothing dirty, I swear...you ever played Crash Badicoot? You know the mask? That's an example of a Tiki Mask.
I think the purpose is bascially like any religious icon - ware off bad stuff.
Any minute now someone who isn't too lazy to go check will pipe up and smash that apart though
Or, rather, "Because she's 'Deca, b*tch!"
Um...I like kittens?
Sorry, I'm just still in shock over that.
Um..how did THAT happen?
It went like this.
cat: mrrrrroooooooooow (translation: open the door, idiot, the flap is too small!)
me: Alright bob (cat's name), hang o...Oh My God.
Oh, and check out the new site for dr.frankenstein-y goodness:D
Heres the list: (1st name is what I call them, 2nd is what mama calls them)
Fetus/Tigger- blonde one eyed cat neutered cat, got his eye shot out by my cousin firin an unloaded bb gun inside (same way my brother got that bb stuck in his head except it was me firing an unloaded uncocked empty of co2 bb gun), i taught fetus how to talk to me, i say fetus and he meows, fetus is incidentally my brother's nickname
Alien dragon cat/Cleda- yellow and white, unneutered male, hes the best one as far as I'm concerned, he always greets me and his fur is a good texture,
Black and white critter/Tuffy (I think)- duh shes black and white, pretty well behaved, she stays out of my way most the time, I pet her every now and then, currently pregnant so I'm nicer to her.
Black cat/(I have no idea)- Black, shes really annoyin but sociable at least, her and fetus are the only ones that wander off outside.
Grey cat (sometimes multiple cusswords thrown in there)/Dory (I think)- Grey with black stripes, this bloody beast is annoying, she was always scratching people and running away and hiding and attacking people, finally i chased her around the house and caught her and tried to get her used to people but that just made her scared of me and ok with everybody else so we dont really get along, she runs from me and peeks out to give me hateful looks so half the time i run after her. Anyway shes the stuck up weird kind that i dont like.
cat, noun: a soft, indestructable automaton, provided by nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle.
If I may quote Ambrose Bierce's "The Devil's Dictionary",
cat, noun: a soft, indestructable automaton, provided by nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle.
nice!
Another favorite of mine (no offense to those who play the clarinet, but)
clarinet noun: an instrument of torture opperated by someone with cotton in their ears. There is only one thing worse than a clarinet: two clarinets.
LINK!
Cog: Bob is cooler, he speaks english. Fetus just says meow, sometimes he sounds like he says fetus but I probably imagine that.
he just walked up to me and said: seat. for bob. nooooooooooow.
kill verb: to make a vacancy without nominating a successor.
kleptomaniac noun: a very rich thief.
longevity noun: uncommon extension of the fear of death
Logic noun: the art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding. The basic of logic is the syllogism, consisting of a major and a minor promise, and a conclusion - thus:
Major Premise Sixty men can do a piece of work sixty times as quickly as one man.
Minor Premise One man can dig a post-hole in sixty seconds; therefore - conclusion: sixty men can dig a post hole in one second.
This may be called the syllogism arithmetical, in which, by combining logic and mathematics, we obtain a double certainty and are twice blessed.
Yep. Ambrose Bierce, the primal of cynacism. No, really. I think he would be. And no, it's not an online resource, to the best of my knowledge. It's a little book written in 1800s sitting on the couch next to me.
Link. Now.
Poor Cog, overthrow the kitties!
By the way I've posted in the Personal Info thread. Normally I wouldnt but you guys are trustworthy enough and theres not enough there to trace me down and if someone does then thats fine because I've sort of been itching to figth lately.
I'm flattered.
But yes Gareth, I was hoping for a little more destruction, devastation, and death on your part after Edvard cast Death's Calling. I mean, Edvard's corporeal form was not only shattered, it was basically turned to DUST. And Edvard's bones were about as strong as steel. What destroyed Edvard was the arcane magic itself, not simply the necromantic energies he was summoning. Maybe I should have made that more clear.
And I apologize for my absence, a relative died and I've been at memorial services and the funeral was today, so I would have posted earlier.
Yeah, the Devil's Dicionary is full of good stuff.
Another favorite of mine (no offense to those who play the clarinet, but)
clarinet noun: an instrument of torture opperated by someone with cotton in their ears. There is only one thing worse than a clarinet: two clarinets.
Actually, I would disagree. The only thing worse than a clarinet is an oboe. MAKE IT STOP!! DEAR GOD, MAKE IT STOP!!!!
That's why low brass kick ass. Hey, that rhymed!
That's why low brass kick ass. Hey, that rhymed!
Damn right! (said the Tuba player :D)
*brandishes 30lbs of brass at any woodwind players*
I must be stopped at all costs...
He went to Mexico in 1913 or something, to escape a war, and he dissapeared.
Edit: whoops, sorry NorthWind, welcome aboard!
There's no real IC way to get into the Back Room (Mature Bar), so - would you mind ust having Cycine hand out keys to people if they're interested in heading back there for the "special" entertainments (I can guess there'd be some kind of torture back there, this IS hell)?
Gideon needs two more judges for the Mature battle thread, and -
No one is currently playing the Back Room's bartender.
And put me down as a judge. And I think Gideon intentionally made the bartender so that he wouldnt be played much, and I think Gideon would play him anyway.
BTW, I'll be off for a lil' time now, probably coming back later tonight, maybe not.
Sevifor trudges slowly from the arena after his battle with Lafali. He passes under an archway, heading towards the bar, and suddenly finds himself alone. A deep voice echoes from the shadows.
"So it comes to this."
Siventarr steps out from a pool of darkness. The vampire fiend is different; he wears a twisted helm, a black and gold ring glitters on one finger, and a small barbed sword is thrust through his belt.
"I told you I would get my revenge, Sevifor. And now is the time."
Drawing Merikel, Siventarr slams past what feeble defenses Sevifor throws up and plunges the blade into his foe. Sevifor's blood splatters against the walls and floor as Siventarr brutally slices him in half. Siventarr smiles as his foe screams.
"My defeat has been avenged. I have regained my honor."
"Sleep well, Sevifor. Ha ha... HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Siventarr dissappears, leaving behind only blood and the body of Sevifor.
The fact it isn't definately covered by any similar Primals in short means its a definate slot, but I'd guess in the way of things its a weak Primal. Weird one Vengence... in that, numbers says it should be weak, but actions don't...
Dragor was just PERFECT. His whole life has been spent, working on exerting vengeance on the dark elven people... But you were the first to the call so you get it... just though Vengeance was part of Hate untill now...
And Aesthetics are positive emotions. Some of the Primals who would otherwise be Aesthetics are Primals though, by the Basic nature of their force, Love is an example of this, being an UberPrimal when otherwsie it might be an aesthetic instead.
He's Master Fung, remember? It's a wooden puzzle box :P
Clever... I suddenly get this image of some smartass human in the outlands opening it and unleashing all the Primals Chaos didn't like.
You know what's really funny? That would be a seriously chaotic act.
*dun dun DUN*
How's it going with you guys?
No worries, I'll probably be fine. Nothing wrong that I didn't cause myself, anyway.
That's actually getting slightly annoying to hear friend... YOU ARE NOT THE CAUSE FOR EVERYTHING BAD THAT HEPPEN TO YOU. PERIOD!
No offense, but the details only concern me and one other person, and I rather not mention it to anyone else.
If anyone does, my reply to your reply will have to wait until tomorrow (or rather, later on today). It's 2 AM over here, and my eyes are starting to burn. I've been on my computer 14 hours. :D So I'm going to bed. Maybe not to sleep, but getting off my computer.
Bahamut: Lets fight!
Ah ok, yeh Arena 2, me and Khael will take over as judges for it in place of Gideon and Revlis.Post 4413
EDIT: wait a second. That appears to be occupied by a battle between Cog and katheri-something
Boo.
I'm not going to lose it....yet. Some bloody little PUNK has taken my character's name, but I'm not gonna lose it. Not YET.
...and I'm just messin' with ya, that IS me - my first and only MuP. My PM box was getting too full.
"All right now we keep this cool."
"could you guys just shut up?"
"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE..."
"I said shut up!"
"OK boss"
grumble
Sorry for that, my... other me's get quite annoying sometimes...
Also available in swarm. PEACHThe Observatory is cool by the way Epic. I'll have someone stop by eventually.
I'm honored. :D
Also, how would one go about entering the Primal thing?
The procedure is bascially find an emotion not yet covered: A Basic one for a Primal, most complex one for Aesthetic.
For a champion, just find one not picked yet, then find a way for his personality to reflect his Primal patron. Congrats.
Also, check out tha siggy!
I am Jim the Precursor. I thought it would be an interesting little tribute to Sorcen’s Baator, but I soon grew bored of his battle, and the character. And this has been happening a lot lately.
Today, I realized the reason. Sorcen’s Baator no longer offers enough for me: the battles and RP all feel stale, as if I’ve fought or lived them before. Not because of anything I’ve done, or anything you’ve done, but simply because it’s just not the same anymore. I’ve done my best work already, I fear, and cannot force my way further. My posting quality is slipping, my characters don’t seem real enough…I’m stuck in a rut, and I need to get out.
I’ve been sticking around due to the new forums starting up, and the feeling that I still had work to do. But they are running under their own power now, and even the psychological troubles have died down and appear under control. There’s nothing left for me to do here.
I’m from one of the first waves of competitors, and I’ve seen this community grow and expand to what it is today. I like to think I had something to do with that, although I’m not sure I really did that much. Still, throughout the entire time it was fun, exciting, new, interesting, and, in some ways, enlightening. I met some great people, and maybe, just maybe, actually helped some people. I like to think I did, but again, I’m not sure. That’s up to them.
However, the time has at last come for me to depart. For good? Maybe. I don’t know yet. All I know is that I’m beginning to become disillusioned with myself about this place. I still love it, and value all of you as friends, but I don’t think I can make myself stay any longer. I feel like I’m spinning my wheels and not going anywhere, and I want to go forward. I made this decision this morning, and today I felt more free and upbeat than I have in a long time. I don’t know why, but there you have it. Leaving doesn’t make me happy. Far from it. It was, however, an easy choice to make.
I feel like I’m at a crossroads, and I have to pick one of two paths. And one leads back in a circle, while one leads onward. For far too long I’ve been taking the road I’ve already traveled, afraid to walk into the woods alone. But curiosity has gotten the better of me, and it’s time for me to take the road I’ve never walked before.
I may be gone for weeks, maybe months, maybe years, or maybe forever. Only time will tell. But this is the choice I want to make, and the choice I feel I have to make.
I have a Last Will and Testament.
To Sorcen I leave my moderator privileges on the new site, although he might already have them. He will share these with Gareth and Cog, who I both feel are responsible enough, although only Sorcen will have the privilege of banning members, if he so chooses. I also leave Sorcen the knowledge that he has created something amazing, and that I never expected to be here this long, or to have had this great a time. Sorcen, you are truly incredible.
Gareth: As you once said to me, “We walk in the garden of your role-playing excellence.” You once voted me best RPer on the boards…I must hand that title back to you. You win, my friend. Wear it proudly.
I also leave you the right to surpass my post count on the Battle Royale thread (which I think you want to do). Gareth, you’re possibly my best friend of those I met here, and I don’t say that lightly. Remember to always think about what I would say before you do anything rash. If you need someone to talk to, I’ll be there. Farewell, and good luck!
To Cog: Cog, I don’t know you as well as I know Gareth, but I want to leave you with one last bit of advice: Whatever you may say or think, your input and opinions are worth as much, if not MORE, than those of anyone else. You say you’re 15…I believe you. But from talking to you I’d never have guessed that. If more people were like you, the world would be a much, much better place in my opinion.
Oh…and one last thing. Keep Gareth in line for me, will you? I think you can do it as well if not better than I can. And Gareth? Remind Cog he’s far from worthless for me.
To everyone I leave my Yahoo IM username, in case anyone needs me for anything. Gideon_Gideonson is easy to remember…I think you all know who I am.
I also leave you with the knowledge that you managed to make a difficult part of my life quite enjoyable, and that I will look back on this community fondly. I feel I owe you all something special, and I regret that I don’t think I will ever repay that debt.
I’m sad to leave, but excited at the prospects I have before me. You may see me around occasionally, and I may be back. But don’t hold your breath, and don’t try to bar the way. This is my choice, it’s what I want to do and what I’m going to do, and I’m not letting anyone stop me. Keep in touch if you want, but if you try to force me to return I will blow you aside like so many dead leaves.
Have a great time, and good luck with anything you decide to do in life. If you need me, just drop me a PM or IM me…I’ll be around from time to time. And, with that, I bid you all a fond farewell.
-Gideon
Gideon turns slowly away, the pale light of Baator dancing over him. It was a wonderful place, really. But the time had come to move on.
He takes off his coat, throwing it over one shoulder, and begins the long walk to the surface. It wasn’t necessary, but why hurry?
It’s a big world out there. The time had come to see it for himself.
Oh, cruel world, the boards will neveer be the same!
Does this mean the new game is off?
You are one of the finest persons I have ever been priviledged to meet, I want you to know that.
Go with the best of wishes from me friend, and know that if things turn bad, I'll be ready to help, no matter what. I will honor the bonds friendship we made to forge. Now good going into your forest, and let this light your path.
*hands over an everburning torch*
Our friendship will outlast its flame.
For the gaming part E3, I may pull forth a game sometime, but that will first be when the campaign world is ready, so untill then...
About the new game...I have to see what happens. If I decide to go through with it, I'll keep in touch. Honestly, I don't know.
Who the hell am I kidding?
*hugs Gideon tight and cries into his shoulder*
I'll miss you man.
And any try to chain Gideon to something that he felt was not right, would incur my wrath as well... And that would make the combined fury of Caben and Gareth seem like a childs tantrum...
I don't know about Caben...
I'll miss you too.
I don't know about Caben...
The results of irritating my mean personality will result in something that cannot be mentioned here due to CoC...
I’ve done my best work already, I fear, and cannot force my way further. My posting quality is slipping, my characters don’t seem real enough…I’m stuck in a rut, and I need to get out.
You have no idea how famiiar this is. It's what happened to my D&D. I found Sorcen's Baator, and it was like an escape route from (or rather, to) hell. Now, with you gone, I fear the same will happen to Baator. The entire plane is deteriorating, and entropy will only creep in faster in your absence.
Farewell.
Good luck wherever you go!
As to the rest of you...
Would you all quit being so negative?!
Gideon's leaving, and while we are all sad, it was going to happen eventually. We all know in the back of our minds that nothing lasts forever (except dragor's everburning torch).
He said he's feeling better already. He said he wants to try something new. So be happy! Yeah, it won't be the same without him here, but would you rather him be happy and forever gone or unhappy and making ****** posts (not sure that will ever happen, actually)?
Sheesh, it's not that bad. Get a hold of yourselves.
On another note, dragor, who will Siventarr be fighting and in which arena/site?
And yes, I know I'm on my MuP.
Good luck in whatever awaits you, Gideon :D
I thank you also for your parting gifts to me and to the others. Perhaps our paths will cross again. I wish you well on your endeavours my good friend. If you ever need any help then you know where to find it. This actually explains your actions and posting changes for the past few weeks, I wondered why I got along with Jim so much.
Well pretty much, goodbye and good luck my friend, if our paths should cross again then I will be delighted and if it is not the case then I can be sure that your path took you somewhere good and worth your while. Anyway thanks for everything and good luck. See ya around Gid.
~Sorcen
~~~~~~~
Sorcen stands from his throne, "I wish you well on your journeys Gideon. You have my allegiance if you need it." He bows deeply until Gideon is out of sight then smiles and returns to his seat.
The only thing I regret was I never got to roleplay with you much, Gideon.
I hope all fares well for you, Gideon. You never know, we might end up fencing one another someday.
(or maybe we already have...oooh)
But, anyways, good luck in college and career!
Oh, and Sorcen: I agree, the Baator will march on! If Gideon decides to return, we'll need to have something good for him to return to!
speaking of which, I feel like bringing back the Training room. Anyone up for a quick match with James? (I think I introduced him a while back, but without any background; I liked the concept for him, so I wanted to give him a good history to go with it!)
Dragor... Who am I fighting, and where...
See that guy up there, with the sniper rifle? Yeah, that guy. Oh, and you lose:D .
Congratulations gareth, pretty nice post there too. Oh, and despite any major attitude problems Skraal may have, he'll patch up the sword and armour later.
Anyway, it's too long since I played that guy, thanks for the opportunity. And yes, I can be that cheeky IRL, or far more, if I want to:D .
I think I'll fight you with Jack, but I do not know where we are to fight.
MUP is multi-user poster, I believe.
If you've read his story a bit, you'll have some ideas about what kind of thing might happen there. Informations trades, dragons/outsiders hunting and other related 'adventures' that I would run.
The temple will be on the new site, for those who haven't heard of it.
Although I'm only looking for interested persons for now.
If you are, just post here or PM me and I'll bring something up soon.
Okay, dramatic mini-speech over. Please don't take me seriously.
As for the Primal championship, I was considering championing Sloth. Does that count as an emotion?
*Shouts to the horizon, while waving*
Goodbye and good luck Gid.
Cog, don't worry about it. We set it aside so that anyone who didn't want to read it didn't have to - and you're also forgetting that "Mature" can include Caben-style violence...or worse than Caben. It exists. Plus, it gave me somewhere to have Endeca's next fight - as long as she's in the buff, I have to have her fight at least ONCE, aye? It was too good to pass up.
It's like...it's like having a place to run an Evil campaign. It's a place where we can cut loose and get as nasty and cruel as we want. You know what I mean?
I'm glad you are saying this for I have something worse then Caben.
The reason why I haven't even begun writing it is because I have my own moral strucles whether to post it or not. Even I find it disguting and sick, but is has begun haunting my sleep.
"Finally leaving, huh? I'll come too. They may have destroyed my body, but my spirit's always with you, buddy."
Gideon, the spirit of Revlis Nogard travels with you. You'll need the company.
But, we'll talk later. Gonna miss reading your posts on here.
I'm glad you are saying this for I have something worse then Caben.
hmm... I smell a paradox!:P
And she was unharmed by the lava because the emotion of Wrath is typically associate with fire - when covered by her aura, Jaden is immune to fire damage. You can, however, still drown her in lava, which is why she started spinning to create an air bubble.
Oh yeah, before character creation, that's right.:P
Oh, and it's a good thing he has the guy's blessing on him, considering what he just said to Primal Wrath. Then again, the addition he made toward Jaden isn't too far from one of many death wishes, either.
hmm... I smell a paradox!:P
Nah. It is on the descriptive level this will be worse.
It began since someone (can't remember who) said your battle against Dragor (Alkuth vs Loex)was creepy and I thought to myself: "I can do creepier then that."
...hang on, do you know who merithale is? ..Nevermind, before your time:P .
Oh, and meanwhile, Skraal is trying pretty hard, but not in the usual sense. he's trying to beat her, but without inflicting any harm whatsoever. his moves and attacks are either non-lethal, or he has a safety net/big heal ready at all times.
Say, do you reckon Skraal counts as exalted? Just curious, mind you.
heh, glad that was an inspiration, I put quite a bit of work in there. Also, I could bring merithale back in for an entirely different style of scary if you like.
...hang on, do you know who merithale is? ..Nevermind, before your time:P .
Jah.
Might be, but search engines exists.
If you're wondering anyone, Hunger was PO'd becasue he ate all the 'dead' Primal's corporeal forms before they were revived, giving him quite possibly the worst case of indigestion ever seen on any multiverse this Chaos oversees, and forcing him to throw up all the said Primals.
Apathy is basically Apathetic - You could well point out he tried to bring about the end of creation so he'd never have to do anything. The fact he didn't actually do anything to carry out that plan, the artifact did all the attacking, imprisoning etc., kinda shows this.
And In all jokingness... Does this mean I can have Chaos use my own quips now, Gareth?
It's not done, but will soon become the site of the new Back Room, the other having been closed due to violation of even the loosened CoC.
Edit: well, no that I think about it, I really don't need to ask this question: if someone went for aesthetics, I would imagine it'd be cool, they'd just be sort of redundant, what with all the Primal Champions running around.
I just answered my own question... :embarrass
I just have a question or two, as usual.
a.) if Asthetics (sp?) are weaker than Primals, would the Asthetic elect a champion, or would they just appear?
b.) how do Asthetics and Primals view one another?
c.) cynicism, curiosity, pity, sarcasm, kindness, sorrow, (in addition to your examples) would be about right for an Asthetic, yes? Edit: that is to say, how 'refined' are the emotions that qualify for Asthetic?
Sarcasm is not an emotion. However, cyniscism, pity, and curiosity all count. Kindness and Sorrow are borderline, but I suppose they would be older, more powerful Ascetics, closer to Primals.
Courage, valor and compassion are all taken by foxhengeyokai, by the way.
Now, though, I have to do a kender champion of curiosity...:evillaugh
BTW, likely Skraal's biggest deathwish-line so far, barring cursing primal wrath; "Jaden vlarion," the kobold muses to himself "world's most convincing nutcase. has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Well, alright, no, but I'm in no hurry to die here."
Lunoc was created by devils to be a slave. He is one of 600 “damwulfs” that were created. Since he was young he was taught to hate other creatures. He escaped servitude during his adolescence and made his way to the material plane. Once there he was adopted by a benevolent creature who taught him discipline through martial arts in an attempt to turn lunoc to good. In the end lunoc betrayed his master and now searches for combat, or power.
for joining up.Now would like to fight Lunoc?
happy birthday orshallen!
Courage, valor and compassion are all taken by foxhengeyokai, by the way.
Now, though, I have to do a kender champion of curiosity...:evillaugh
a.) it's Orshallen's birthday? I haven't seen him around lately, but happy birthday none the less!
b.) Ah, shucks. Courage, valor, compassion and curiosity taken...pity, that. Maybe compassion, awe, pride or hope, they sound interesting (to me, at least)
c.) Hey, Lunoc, welcome to the Baator! I've sent James Mentalli to the Training room for ya to practice with.
Here's the link to the alternate arena site, where we have threads for general chatting, extra arena battlegrounds, and other miscellanious stuff.
http://sorcensarena.proboards100.com/index.cgi
Happy birthday Orshallen!
Well happy birthday Orshallen (if it weren't yesterday).
I'm finally finished with my finals. Hurrah.
But I didn't fail any subjects.
They were fine considering how much I did to get them - around nothing. At least not a lot.
Exactly like mine...
9 in danish
11 in english
13 in physics/chemestry
All of it is spoken, as we haven't gotten back the results of the written tests yet.
Sorcen: do we need to wait for an opening in the thread IC1, or do we just begin?
Oh, northwind, you can just start, no worries. Also, would you care to sic ender at one of my characters afterwards?
Oh, northwind, you can just start, no worries. Also, would you care to sic ender at one of my characters afterwards?
Yes, of course...thanks for requesting, it must be a good sign when people ask to battle your character
Cog: nifty entrance...I don't know what to have Venti do now :P
Northwind: Yes, it's a good sign. I like the idea of ender, and you seem to know what you're doing, which is a rare gift among people new to the arena. Lunoc is about average, and we've had one person who came in with a dragonball clone and proceeded to blow up planets.
wait, did you say 'blow up planets?'
Cog, the entire point isn't JUST for Mature stuff, I also intended it as another arena. I'm sorry you hate it, but could you tell me why? That way I can try to make it more acceptable to you, since you're one of the best here.
Ah! you beat me, cog n taz.
Thanks again cog n taz, I appreciate that.
wait, did you say 'blow up planets?'
Alas, yes. Also, he could clone himself, obliterate most opponents in a one-hit kill (auto-hit, ofcourse), was supposedly entirely immortal and thus unbeatable, and would have went to the planet's core (baator's, that is) and blown it up to win a battle, had sorcen not intervened.
...someone fetch me a bucket:P .
Also, if you want tame, rob is extremely tame. Seriously, he's a decent hand with a club, he was looking for thorsen's arena so that he could possibly win and get money for a new horse, but ended up in sorcen's by accident. If anyone's tame, rob is.:D
Also, I just fail to see the point of it for anything but the "mature" section, since the rest of the community has all that covered already. Probably just me and my customary stupidity, but trying to convince me is not worth your time, trust me.
I don't know about THAT, LostMage. Venti was pretty badass in the practice thread.
Ah, cool. I take that back, then.
Kinda scary that rob has any resemblance to a real person though... oh well.
Oh, almost forgot, said character also spammed power word: kill a coupla million times, the power word was apparently "uber goober", whatever that is. Now, the worst bit is that two people in one of my D&D groups play similarly ridicolous dragonball clones...
Speaking of which, Sorcen, is IC 2 open?
Nominally, no. Nim and spellsticher are fighting there, but neither have posted in 4 days...
And Arena 3 on the new site is the open arena, that or Arena 4.
LostMage: No need to wait, go ahead in IC1.
LostMage: No need to wait, go ahead in IC1.
Sorry, is there another fight going on?
Skraal managed to warm up lord gareth for a bit, and he (lord gareth) and bris left. Jaden, who was fast asleep after the battle, woke up and noticed that Skraal fixed her armour. Lunoc, meanwhile, is annoying everyone, especially Skraal and Jaden. So, Skraal is telling him to basically shut up or get carved up in the arena.
In the taverne, then Skraal worked on recreated the armour, and made up a temporary cure for Gareth's cold aura. The temporary being an unknown period, but apparently enough for his wife to at least attempt... marital hanky-panty.
Lunoc previously entered, and was trying to throw his 'divine' weight about, declaring his intentions to supplant Gareth's place with his wife, until sleeping Jaden's rose and she and Skraal seem to be squaring off against Lunoc now.
Ninja'd....
And Primal champions... How much do you know of what a Primal is?
Since I don't know I'll give a groundscheme: Primals are basic essences given form. They tend to be base, uncivilised, and untamed, akin to gods in power, but much less capable of working together (Their only real weakness) Examples include, Wrath, Woe, Hunger, Rage, Anger, Lust, Luxury, Greed, Apathy, Vengence, and... I think we did once meet Angst...
Then they're are the Aesthetics, counsins to Primals. These are slightly younger, and relatively therefore slightly weaker (note the relative, were it not for the balance of power, anyone one of them could probably go level Sorcen's hell. And peg it before his godly allies came to help.) They are also positive feelings, more refined, civilised, and well, sentient, in that Primals are what they are, Aesthetics are more what people are. These include: Compassion, Courage and Honour.
A less verbal difference gareth once gave was this: An Aesthetic, cares. It would save people, help them, to them one person can be a difference.
A Primal doesn't care. It was here before you, it'll be here after you. Frankly, the only reason it hasn't just eaten you and about fifty others is that isn't on its portfolio. Unless its Hunger. Then you, mortal are well and truly in the gut.
And so, because we have these god-likes, who are nign-on unstoppable, invulnerable, indestructible beings, they're no fun. So Gareth and Gideon (I think it was) came up with champions, A mortal who channels a tiny part of a patron champion. Each Primal or Aesthetic gets one champion, and a mortal can only hold the powr of one Primal, and said mortal, has to be an exemplar of the Primal, except for Evil who just wants to screw everyone else over.
At the moment I thnk we have champion of: Love, Hatred, Wrath, Joy, Chaos, Apathy?, and Vengence, to name a few.
Loex won it. I'm not sure if I posted the judgement or not sorry.
I might have missed but I didn't see a judgment on my battle against Bahamut.
Any particular post that won him the battle?
Thanks on the info on Primals.
I'll reply to the battle, but I can't post tomorrow night through sunday, and then I'll be gone for 2 weeks. Try not to add more than 20 pages while I'm gone :D.
and I´m almost don wit one of the two new charters
What made me win?
*Loex emerge from nowhere to bite C&T in the neck and stab him 4 times in the lungs*
Sorry, he escaped my control for a sec :P
EpicEvokerElf: I think I'll need to keep Jonathan and Norell handy when I have Ender start actually working magic, now that someone is rereading it :P
(don't get me wrong, I think that's really cool that you're reading the book again for this fight!)
And it was funny, too. I didn't expect some of the lines to be so funny.
Yup, just replied. I'm only worried that Ender's magic won't be suited to Baator fights - throwing lightning and fire isn't really the sort of magic you'd find in Strange and Norell.
Translated, again, sort of : See my angels, Wolf.
So, you were spot on, EpicEvokerElf. I'm surprised an Italian translator worked so well.
edit: Okay, I see, Lunoc. I'll make a note of that.
NorthWind, my translator got NONE of that latest spell. Not even my Latin translator, which only got "countenance" and "and" could help. What was that spell?
This one is a bit of a stretch, it runs somewhere along the lines of "To lose image and form". It probably hasn't got any actual meaning, however, without proper agreement and conjugation.
Edit: if you've got a link to a Latin translator, would you mind tipping me off? It's fun to use my dictionary and all, but all the same.
The first one was made from the future tense of to make, followed by the word distance. The second was simply the word for glass.
Last night, my friends and I were making characters for the tabletop version of Mage: The Ascension, and we were looking over Natures and Demeanors - who you ARE vs. who you show the world - when we found one called Autocrat. Autocrats are basically control freaks, wanting to be in absolute power over their enviromnent and those around them. At this point, I say, "Dude, imagine one of these guys, who is also a megalomaniac, just got promoted to a management position at McDonalds."
My friend Adam's response was, "He'd grab the intercom, and for ten minutes, just do this - :evillaugh"
We're all laughing our asses off because Adam's :evillaugh is deep and creepy, and we're imagining it over the intercom, when Adam goes, "And an hour or two later, in the middle of the lunch rush, he'd get back on the intercom and say, "Excuse me everyone, but could you please SUBMIT TO MY WILL?"
I'm still laughing whenever I think of it.
Okay guys, okay, I have to tell you this story.
Last night, my friends and I were making characters for the tabletop version of Mage: The Ascension, and we were looking over Natures and Demeanors - who you ARE vs. who you show the world - when we found one called Autocrat. Autocrats are basically control freaks, wanting to be in absolute power over their enviromnent and those around them. At this point, I say, "Dude, imagine one of these guys, who is also a megalomaniac, just got promoted to a management position at McDonalds."
My friend Adam's response was, "He'd grab the intercom, and for ten minutes, just do this - :evillaugh"
We're all laughing our asses off because Adam's :evillaugh is deep and creepy, and we're imagining it over the intercom, when Adam goes, "And an hour or two later, in the middle of the lunch rush, he'd get back on the intercom and say, "Excuse me everyone, but could you please SUBMIT TO MY WILL?"
I'm still laughing whenever I think of it.
20X
^:invasion:Has anyone here read the Wheel of Time?
YES!! Those books are AWESOME!!
On another note, Sorcen, can we start another Tournament? I mean, there's two tournament threads on the other site just WAITING to be used.
One of these days, we're going to find out that they swapped out the meat mincers with Caben duur... less maintenance, and he'll do it for kicks:P .
Oh, and northwind, check your latest reading material
And sure a new tournament is fine with me on the new site. Who wants to participate in it?
Sorry for my absence lately, went to the lake today and we'll be going horse riding tomorrow. My excuse for not being around thursday and friday is just that I was busy with other things and in a little bit of a rut.
Killi Graxxth, the Carver
"Scream for me, nice and loud."
Killi Graxxth, A.K.A. The Carver
Male Kobold
1 Paladin of Slaughter/5 Fel-Sworn
9'8", 397 lbs
Red eyes, no hair
Str - 15 (A.C.C.) - 29 (P.C.C.)
Dex - 12 (A.C.C.)
Con - 18 (A.C.C.) - 26 (P.C.C.)
Int - 13 (A.C.C.)
Wis - 14 (A.C.C.) - 10 (P.C.C.)
Cha - 12 (A.C.C.)
"Scream for me, nice and loud."
Killi Graxxth, A.K.A. The Carver
Male Kobold
1 Paladin of Slaughter/5 Fel-Sworn
9'8", 397 lbs
Red eyes, no hair
Str - 15 (A.C.C.) - 29 (P.C.C.)
Dex - 12 (A.C.C.)
Con - 18 (A.C.C.) - 26 (P.C.C.)
Int - 13 (A.C.C.)
Wis - 14 (A.C.C.) - 10 (P.C.C.)
Cha - 12 (A.C.C.)
Combat Block
Base Attack Bonus +6/+1
Initiative +1 (1 base)
Fortitude +11 (3 Base, +8 Con)
Reflex +5 (4 Base, +1 Dex)
Will -2 (1 Base, -3 Flaw)
H.P. - 74
Armor Class - 23 (10 base +8 armor +1 Dexterity +5 Natural Armor -1 Size)
Attacks - Tail Slap, +14/+9 melee 1d10+9 piercing 20x2 critical
Claws, +12 melee 2d6+9 slashing 20x2 critical
Special Attacks - Power Attack, Improved Overrun
Initiative +1 (1 base)
Fortitude +11 (3 Base, +8 Con)
Reflex +5 (4 Base, +1 Dex)
Will -2 (1 Base, -3 Flaw)
H.P. - 74
Armor Class - 23 (10 base +8 armor +1 Dexterity +5 Natural Armor -1 Size)
Attacks - Tail Slap, +14/+9 melee 1d10+9 piercing 20x2 critical
Claws, +12 melee 2d6+9 slashing 20x2 critical
Special Attacks - Power Attack, Improved Overrun
), let's have Tyrion be in it!By the way, northwind, great post back in IC1! Can't help but think that the sabre would just go :splortch: though...oh well. Oh, and I believe lunoc was using chinese for his last post, but don't quote me on it, the syllables just sound similar. I'd wager some variant on light and darkness was in that sentence somewhere.
'course, with my capabilities, it'll probably turn out to be dutch or something:P .
As for the saber - well, when dealing with a magician, you never know. I sort of thought the spell Lunoc used was in Chinese, too, actually.
EpicEvokerElf: the spell is probably translated to something like "Reveal the wolf, flag (you) with lights" The you I put in there because I was having trouble choosing the right third person pronoun, and the verbs are conjugated to whichever imperative present I thought sounded best :embarrass
Lord Gareth, you don't happen to know any Latin, do you?
Oderint dum metuant - Let them Hate so long as they Fear.
The tenses and conjugations...they make my head spin. Two different conjugations for active and passive voice, Intensive, Relative, and Interrogative pronouns, etc. I'm beginning to believe it's more confusing than English must be.
EDIT: Ninja'd. No language is more confusing than our own.
If anyone would like me to edit that post so the original Latin turned expletive remains anonymous, please ask.
The Xarallon vs Bahamut match was judged by Gideon, Gareth, and Khael. I dont think they ever judged it and Gareth has stated she doesnt want to be in a position of power if it can be helped and Gideon is retired as it were. So I suppose if Khael had his judgement then that will suffice for a proper judgement. If thats fine with all the parties involved here?
Sure.
Ooh! Ooh! I'll be in the Tournament! Since the battle between Tyrion and Xarallon has been judged (though I'm not sure what the ruling is
Wasn't it Giocvanni Xarallon fighted?
Nice music you linked to on the other site btw.
Well, that match has been dragging on for a long time anyway. Can we have it judged? Not very many posts, but Orshallen just sorta dissappeared. He says he's having internet problems, which sucks.
Skorp Ankhoi
"Mad? If I am mad, this world, is sick. My friend here is mad, have you seen him at work? Does that make me mad?
*Clack, clackety clack*
I think it makes me insane...
Skorp Ankhoi
Male half-red dragon, Kobold
Bard 5
Red eyes, no hair
Str - 14
Dex - 14
Con - 16
Int - 18
Wis - 12
Cha - 20
"Mad? If I am mad, this world, is sick. My friend here is mad, have you seen him at work? Does that make me mad?
*Clack, clackety clack*
I think it makes me insane...
Skorp Ankhoi
Male half-red dragon, Kobold
Bard 5
Red eyes, no hair
Str - 14
Dex - 14
Con - 16
Int - 18
Wis - 12
Cha - 20
Combat Block
Base Attack Bonus +6/+1(Base BAB +3)
Initiative +2 (2 base)
Fortitude +4 (1 Base, +3 Con)
Reflex +6 (4 Base, +2 Dex)
Will +5 ( 4 Base, +1 Wis)
H.P. -
Armor Class - 18 (10 base +2 Dexterity +5 Natural Armor +1 Size)
Attacks Bite +2 1d4+1 20x2 critical
Claws, +6 1d3+2 20x2 critical
Special Attacks – Fire breath 1/day
Base Attack Bonus +6/+1(Base BAB +3)
Initiative +2 (2 base)
Fortitude +4 (1 Base, +3 Con)
Reflex +6 (4 Base, +2 Dex)
Will +5 ( 4 Base, +1 Wis)
H.P. -
Armor Class - 18 (10 base +2 Dexterity +5 Natural Armor +1 Size)
Attacks Bite +2 1d4+1 20x2 critical
Claws, +6 1d3+2 20x2 critical
Special Attacks – Fire breath 1/day
You avail again _______ to disperse, to hold its spirit, with music and ___ arcane.
The Latin one got this:
Rivali noose disponsere , tender il to stitch breath con musicae and artis sacred secret
What was it?
Well, like I say, you can't count on my Latin...um, at all. But your Latin translator made me smile (no offense). The spell is something along the lines of (now, mind you, I'm subject to substituting Italian for Latin I don't know how to use quite right) this: the first phrase I got word-for-word from my dictionary, it was already translated, and it means 'to set snares for a rival' The second part is to the effect of 'to hold his soul, with music and arts arcane'
Strung together, it would be "To set snares for a rival, to hold his soul with music and magic"; that is to say, Ender was attempting to enchant the damwolf...which seems to have been useless. Botheration.
I got snares/noose from Latin, and most of the second half from Italian, but I mossed most of it. Not surprised.
Oh, and lunoc seems to be screwing FoD over completely. He's godmodding. Don't be afraid to go a little über-kill on him, see what he does. You've hit him what, once?
I don't believe I have hit him, but Ender's taking a bit of a beating. I am indeed resisting the urge to pull out what I planned for the next match and whip out a hunting party of faeries to tan me some wolf. Must...resist...
Edit: would it be a Gary Stu moment if Ender healed himself? Magicians seem to be able to pull that sort of thing off in JS&MN
And, even if I did go and have Ender use some vile Raven King spells, what do you think would happen at the other end?
Fixed, sorry again for this. Pity you can't remove an entire post.
So gareth made a level 5 and Khael made an ECL what, 6? 7? 8?
First of all, E3, you're posting in everywhere but the campaign thread, please, there's a thread for the purpose. Second, they're both ECL 6. Gareth's is level 6, and Khael's is level 5 with an LA 1 template (half-dragon taken down from +3 to +1)
In short, no one's cheating...yet:P
So far we have Tyrion, Skraal, and Ziel in the tournament. We need at least eight.
Have a fun trip wherever Epic, see ya in 2 weeks.
And finally for Ender's question:
IC: Sorcen's voice looms ominously in the mind of Ender chant, You are granted access to my library, actually it is open to the public. Some of my personal spells are not there yet, lots of red tape to go through to get a spell documented and legalified, its what hell is all about you know. I have sent with this messege directions of how to reach the library, via walking or portal or teleporting, whatever means of travel you prefer.
Along with the messege of Sorcen's answer comes the innate knowledge of how to get to the library, it shows itself as a mind's door labelled Sorcen's Library.
EDIT OOC: Also I posted pics of Ramitix, my vaati, in the character roster.
So we have Coin, Ender, and Selva jumping into the tournament with Tyrion, Skraal, and Ziel. Two more and we can begin.
Jessica Morgan= Gareth's MUP? Or did I miss a new person joining.
for your sig and as long as Gareth said it was fine to use her characters then go right ahead. If you like you can repost those characters in the roster so you can edit them and post more whenever you like.I hope I do well in this whole tourney thing - Gareth got her silken ass kicked.
WOOT!
Also, I see through your claim of playing coin. Some character is going to explode in a shower of intestines halfway through and become Caben, I know it:D .
Anyways, it looks like quite a bit has been happening. For one, I hear that there's a tournament going on. Second, what happened to Gareth??
Normally, i'd spend and hour and figure these things out myself, but I just don't think I can handle 20-30 pages of catchup.
And who's Gareth? This is Jessica...
It's on the other board, but to cut it short, there is no Gareth (or Endeca) anymore
(If anyone this is new to feels they have to vent two things: 1)Use the other board. Thats part of what its there for.
2) Complaining here won't help anyone, for reasons dicussed on the other board.)
Also I got bored and photoshopped up pics for most of my characters on my roster.
Hey Sorcen, d'you think there should be awards or something for the Tournament winners? Like, maybe a plot of land on one of the layers of hell? Or maybe a feast with Sorcen and Aya? Could have interesting roleplay opportunities.
Suzzanah Graves, Keeper of Souls
"The pact is sealed."
Suzzanah Marie Graves
Female Human Ghost
5th level Bard, 1 Dirgesinger
5'4", 112 lbs (while ethereal)
White hair, Green eyes
True Nuetral
Str 12 +1
Dex 12 +1
Con N/A +/- 0
Int 15 +2
Wis 14 +2
Cha 22 +6 (26 +8 with Cloak of Charisma)
"The pact is sealed."
Suzzanah Marie Graves
Female Human Ghost
5th level Bard, 1 Dirgesinger
5'4", 112 lbs (while ethereal)
White hair, Green eyes
True Nuetral
Str 12 +1
Dex 12 +1
Con N/A +/- 0
Int 15 +2
Wis 14 +2
Cha 22 +6 (26 +8 with Cloak of Charisma)
Combat Block
43 H.P.
B.A.B. +3
Fortitude +1
Reflex +5
Will +8
Armor Class (When Manifested) 21 (24 with Cloak of Charisma) (10 base + 1 Dexterity +4 Armor + 2 Shield +6 Deflection -1flaw)
Attacks - Longsword +4 melee 1d8+1 slashing 19-20x2 critical
Special Attacks - Frightful Moan (D.C. 18 Will Save (20 with Cloak of Charisma)), Corrupting Gaze (D.C. 18 Fortitude Save (20 with Cloak of Charisma)), Telekenisis, Bardic Music, Dirgesong, Song of Sorrow (D.C. 19 Will Save), Haunting Melody (DC 19 Will save (21 with Cloak of Charisma)
B.A.B. +3
Fortitude +1
Reflex +5
Will +8
Armor Class (When Manifested) 21 (24 with Cloak of Charisma) (10 base + 1 Dexterity +4 Armor + 2 Shield +6 Deflection -1flaw)
Attacks - Longsword +4 melee 1d8+1 slashing 19-20x2 critical
Special Attacks - Frightful Moan (D.C. 18 Will Save (20 with Cloak of Charisma)), Corrupting Gaze (D.C. 18 Fortitude Save (20 with Cloak of Charisma)), Telekenisis, Bardic Music, Dirgesong, Song of Sorrow (D.C. 19 Will Save), Haunting Melody (DC 19 Will save (21 with Cloak of Charisma)
Doran Thanorril
They called me a monster, hunted me, feared me, persecuted me. If it is a monster they wish for, than I shall give them a monster!
Doran Thanorril
Male human
Beguiler 5
Extremely pale white skin, and piercing red eyes. his face has yet to be seen…
Str - 11
Dex - 14
Con - 14
Int - 15
Wis – 14
Cha - 18 (17+ level 4 bonus)
They called me a monster, hunted me, feared me, persecuted me. If it is a monster they wish for, than I shall give them a monster!
Doran Thanorril
Male human
Beguiler 5
Extremely pale white skin, and piercing red eyes. his face has yet to be seen…
Str - 11
Dex - 14
Con - 14
Int - 15
Wis – 14
Cha - 18 (17+ level 4 bonus)
Combat Block
Base Attack Bonus +2(Base BAB +2)
Initiative +2 (2 base)
Fortitude +3 (1 Base, +2 Con)
Reflex +3 (1 Base, +2 Dex)
Will +6 ( 4 Base, +2 Wis)
H.P.- 19 (9 base, +2 con. Yes, my hp rolls were horrible).
Armor Class - (10 base +2 Dexterity )
Attacks Rapier, 1d6, 18-20/x2
Base Attack Bonus +2(Base BAB +2)
Initiative +2 (2 base)
Fortitude +3 (1 Base, +2 Con)
Reflex +3 (1 Base, +2 Dex)
Will +6 ( 4 Base, +2 Wis)
H.P.- 19 (9 base, +2 con. Yes, my hp rolls were horrible).
Armor Class - (10 base +2 Dexterity )
Attacks Rapier, 1d6, 18-20/x2
i`ll hav a charter ready to get in ro sorcen...
Come on, people! Join the Tournament!
Hey Sorcen, d'you think there should be awards or something for the Tournament winners? Like, maybe a plot of land on one of the layers of hell? Or maybe a feast with Sorcen and Aya? Could have interesting roleplay opportunities.
Gaelro was working on some sort of award for the winner of the last tournament, I dont remember what it was though. The plot of land doesnt sound like a bad idea, maybe have that on the proboards site. The feast might work out too.
I'd like to put my characters in the tournament.
Pick one and I'll add their name to the list.
whats the tournament sorcen?
A more formal set of matches between eight of our arenagoers. Fighting in the brackets until it comes down to a final match to decide the winner.
I suppose I'll enter Kyyt into this tournament, if that's ok, as he is the only charecter of mine that has yet to see battle, and still has an unmapped personality to his name.
Ta-da!
When I draw, rifts open up to hell and the legions of the damned pour forth to end all life, I don't draw. My buddy Aradin_Magmaforge drew it.
And it's Tyler.
Also, whoever drew it, it's still spiffy, go tyler!
Now, if that description I provided was so good, I'd love to see a drawing of Skraal:D . Failing that, one of lord gareth the cold.
Your wish is my command, done by the same guy. He isn't good with runes, so just imagine those on the sword.
Now, I need a volunteer to draw Skraal, 'cause I suck at anything involving art...
I'm working on it, but correct porportions come before fancy coloring/non-cartoony stuff. :D
Oh, and gid, I never said it was a bad thing.
Doran Thanorril
They called me a monster, hunted me, feared me, persecuted me. If it is a monster they wish for, than I shall give them a monster!
Doran Thanorril
Male human
Bard 5
Extremely pale white skin, and piercing blue eyes. his face has yet to be seen…
Str - 11
Dex - 14
Con - 13
Int - 15
Wis – 13
Cha - 20 (17+ level 4 bonus + cloak of charisma)
They called me a monster, hunted me, feared me, persecuted me. If it is a monster they wish for, than I shall give them a monster!
Doran Thanorril
Male human
Bard 5
Extremely pale white skin, and piercing blue eyes. his face has yet to be seen…
Str - 11
Dex - 14
Con - 13
Int - 15
Wis – 13
Cha - 20 (17+ level 4 bonus + cloak of charisma)
Combat Block
Base Attack Bonus +3(Base BAB +3)
Initiative +2 (2 dex)
Fortitude +2 (1 Base, +1 Con)
Reflex +6 (4 Base, +2 Dex)
Will +5 ( 4 Base, +1 Wis)
H.P.- 29 (24 base, +1 con.).
Armor Class – 17 (10 base +2 Dexterity+ 5 armor )
Attacks Rapier+5, 1d6, 18-20/x2
Base Attack Bonus +3(Base BAB +3)
Initiative +2 (2 dex)
Fortitude +2 (1 Base, +1 Con)
Reflex +6 (4 Base, +2 Dex)
Will +5 ( 4 Base, +1 Wis)
H.P.- 29 (24 base, +1 con.).
Armor Class – 17 (10 base +2 Dexterity+ 5 armor )
Attacks Rapier+5, 1d6, 18-20/x2
And, I would try to draw Skraal, but, I'm a.) no good at drawing things that aren't human b.)all my drawings don't just look cartoon-y, they are cartoons (not very intimidating) and c.) I wouldn't know how to turn pen-and-paper drawings into files that can be posted, anyways.
As for Skraal...yeah. He'd look very weird if I tried to draw him, since I'd have to do some craziness with figuring out how to draw his snout, what with the foreshortening and all :P
Oh, and don't sweat it about the picture, pretty much anyone can draw better than me, almost by definition. When I try to draw, papers bite at my hand to stop me. Seriously.
edit: as for Skraal, I'd have to think about that one. I usually don't like music with vocal parts, either, but I'd need to look at more Skraal stuff.
But, hey, if you send me a description of Skraal, I'll see what I can think of ;)
Suddenly, an annoyed look flits across his face, and a weapon is in his hand, though you'd swear he was carrying none a moment ago. It is a bastard sword,(fitting his character, in some cases :D ) and an old one at that. The handle is leather and wood, fingerprints practically burned into it. The blade seems to shimmer slightly, but otherwise appears to be an ordinary notched sword, not magical in the least.
Glaring at you, he speaks in a rather annoyed tone. "And who do you think you're staring at, sunshine?"
Same description I gave gareth, back on the old chatter thread.
Also, just thought you should know, we've officially lost The Oath. The thread's gone.
Oh and Jessica, I had a dream about that cowboy song from one of those videos you had us listen to awhile back. That cowboy song just started playing in my head randomly last night while I was dreaming about fighting off a bunch of weird things with a roll of nails for a nailgun. Thank you for ruining a good fight with that song. :P
...forget I asked, I know the answer already.:P
See, I talk to them and am summarily elected their lord and master, whereupon I proceed to lead my army of wierd aliens throughout the galaxy, conquering and pillaging where I see fit.
:D
Hmm...could have had one hilarious battle with those two...About The Oath, I am still interested in playing that campain through if anyone would be interested in stepping up and DMing in Lord_Gareth's stead.
So, how many people do we have in the tourney now?
Actually, I can never remember any of my dreams...it's sort of disappointing.
Ender Chant's in the tournament, by the way.
Also, is there anything wrong with characters who are anachronisms? I have a nebulous idea floating around in my head for another character, but he's from the present.
And btw, I had once a dream where I was like this guy from the medieval era who's mom was a witch and dad was a warlock. He was like 7'10'' tall giant and got exiled from his village to the woods. There, he fell off a cliff and died, but some wierd plant began to inhabit his body and resurrected him back from the dead. The plant and the man live in symbiosis and watch over the woods of the world. Then, centuries later (about in the 1950s) he fights against these aliens and watches as the planet Earth is destroyed. He hijacks the ship he is in and heads off on a quest to bring his planet back.
Samay Fletcher
"One can never have too many friends."
Samay Fletcher
Neutral good male human Sorcerer 5
Strength: 9 (mod. -1)
Constitution: 8 (mod. -1)
Dexterity: 14 (mod. +2)
Intelligence: 15 (mod. +2)
Wisdom: 11 (mod. +0)
Charisma: 18 (mod. +4)
"One can never have too many friends."
Samay Fletcher
Neutral good male human Sorcerer 5
Strength: 9 (mod. -1)
Constitution: 8 (mod. -1)
Dexterity: 14 (mod. +2)
Intelligence: 15 (mod. +2)
Wisdom: 11 (mod. +0)
Charisma: 18 (mod. +4)
Combat Block
Hit Points: 11 (16 base, -1 constitution)
Base Attack Bonus: +2
melee: +1
ranged: +4
Armor Class: 14 (+2 dexterity, +1 Ring of Protection and +1 Bracers of Armor) Touch 14; Flat-footed 12
Initiative: +2
Saving Throws (with +1 Cloak of Resistance)
Fortitude: +1
Reflex: +4
Will: +5
Attacks: Spear +2 (1d8-1) and Light Crossbow +5 (1d8)
Base Attack Bonus: +2
melee: +1
ranged: +4
Armor Class: 14 (+2 dexterity, +1 Ring of Protection and +1 Bracers of Armor) Touch 14; Flat-footed 12
Initiative: +2
Saving Throws (with +1 Cloak of Resistance)
Fortitude: +1
Reflex: +4
Will: +5
Attacks: Spear +2 (1d8-1) and Light Crossbow +5 (1d8)
I may not know Cyberkinesis, but I can still cast color spray:D .
And now for the presents:
have a great day Nim!
presents:
cog n taz
and my day is going to be great (I hobe)
Happy Birtday!
You notice a small tag attached to the side, and it reads:
"Dear Mr. Nim, I heard from some scary demons that it's your birthday! I tried to make you something special like my mommie used to do, but it just ain't the same. I hope you don't mind I used your kitchen (i'm afraid to come out of my hidey-hole here). Um...sorry about the mess I left.
-Elise
P.S. Teddy helped!"
Unwrapping it, you find inside a small, messy looking cake that has adhered itself to all sides of the wrapping paper; it leaves you with a vague sense of what your kitchen is going to look like.
damm it`s have been a good day.. most liky becurse i was alone soo my dad and mom thinden frek out
Samael
"I wander to remember, not to forget. When another three, four score years have passed, will you yet stand, or will you joined those I walk to remember?"
Male Elan
Psion Telepath 5
6’ 3” 154 lbs
Str - 11
Dex - 12
Con - 16
Int - 20 (17+ level 4 bonus + Headband of Intellect+2)
Wis – 14
Cha - 10
"I wander to remember, not to forget. When another three, four score years have passed, will you yet stand, or will you joined those I walk to remember?"
Male Elan
Psion Telepath 5
6’ 3” 154 lbs
Str - 11
Dex - 12
Con - 16
Int - 20 (17+ level 4 bonus + Headband of Intellect+2)
Wis – 14
Cha - 10
Combat Block
Base Attack Bonus +2(Base BAB +2)
Initiative +2 (2 dex)
Fortitude +5 (1 Base, +3 Con, +1 magic)
Reflex +3 (1 Base, +1 Dex, +1 magic)
Will +7 ( 4 Base, +2 Wis, +1 magic)
H.P.- 31 (16 base, +3 con.).
Armor Class – 13 (10 base +1 Dexterity+ 2 shield )
Attacks
Quarterstaff +3, 1d6, Bludgeoning X2
Shortspear +2, 1d6, X2 piercing 20ft range
Dagger +2, 1d4, 19-20 X2 piercing or slashing
Light crossbow+3 1d8, 19-20 X2 Piercing 80ft range
Base Attack Bonus +2(Base BAB +2)
Initiative +2 (2 dex)
Fortitude +5 (1 Base, +3 Con, +1 magic)
Reflex +3 (1 Base, +1 Dex, +1 magic)
Will +7 ( 4 Base, +2 Wis, +1 magic)
H.P.- 31 (16 base, +3 con.).
Armor Class – 13 (10 base +1 Dexterity+ 2 shield )
Attacks
Quarterstaff +3, 1d6, Bludgeoning X2
Shortspear +2, 1d6, X2 piercing 20ft range
Dagger +2, 1d4, 19-20 X2 piercing or slashing
Light crossbow+3 1d8, 19-20 X2 Piercing 80ft range
What I'm replying to.
BIC: Kyr feels the twinge of a headache and feels his head starting to split. He freezes time but cannot move because Thor is still frozen in place inside of his head.
At least the headache is stopped momentarily so that Kyr has a second to thing. He tries teleporting but that only manages to drag the frozen dragon with him. He does a few more spells that will remian secret for the time being.
Finally he admits defeat and unfreezes time, Kyr's head explodes outward in a gorey mess spraying brains and bone shards and other various bodily fluids all over the arena.
The lifeless and headless red dragon falls to the ground with a crash and lands in the reforming crater and is buried beneath the arena floor.
The pit fiend referee declares that Turlus and Thor have won the battle.
NW, looks good. I especially like the backstory, how pictures that he drew simply come off the page. I like it.
Oh, and is the tourney on yet?
Sahras Darerris
ECL 5
Female Grey Elf Ranger Wizard 3/2
CN Medium Humanoid (Elf)
Init +4; Senses listen +12, spot +12, low-light vision
Languages Common, Elf, Draconic, Goblin, Gnome, Sylvan, Orc
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AC 20, touch 14, flat-footed 16
(+4 dex, +2 armor+4 shield)
hp 29 (5 HD)
Immune Magic Sleep Effects
Fort +6, Ref +8, Will +7 (+9 against enchantment)
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Speed 30 ft. (6 squares)
Attack bow +10 ranged, 1d8 pierching, 20/x3, range 100 ft,
Attack staff +4 melee, 1d6-1 Bludgeoning, 20/x2
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
Atk options Rapid Shot, Point Blank Shot, Elf Favored Enemy (Goblinoid)
Special Actions Spells
Base Atk +4, Grp +3
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Abilities Str 11, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 20, Wis 14, Cha 8
SA Spells
SQ Wild Empathy +4,
Feats Rapid Shot, Endurance, Practiced Spellcaster, Point Blank Shot, Weapon Focus (Longbow), Track.
Skills Concentration +5, Decipher Script +8, Disable Divice +13, Handle Animal +3, Hide +12, Knowledge (Geography) +10, Knowledge (Nature) +10, Listen +12, Move Silently +14, Profession (Cook) +3, Profession (Fisher) +3, Profession (Guide) +3, Profession (Hunter) +4, Search +17, Spellcraft +9, Spot +12, Survival +10, and Use Rope +9.
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Elf Favored Enemy: Humanoid (Goblinoid). She gains +2 bonus on Hide, Listen, Move Silently, Spot, and Survival checks when using these skills against creatures of this type. Likewise, he gets a +2 bonus on weapon damage rolls against such creatures.
Combat Style: Gain Rapid Shot as a bonus feat even though she does not meet the prerequisites.
Wild Empathy: +4
Trapfinding: Like a rogue.
Familiar – not summoned.
Spells, as 2nd level wizard, Caster level 6, DC 15+spell level.
0th: 4
1st: 5
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Hook "They call me “Saubwa Lowan”" (It's Draconic if anyone wanna know.)
Possessions:
Light Load Medium Load Heavy Load
38 lb. or less 39–76 lb. 77–115 lb.
Major stuff:
1000 gp 1 lb Vest of Resistance +1
2000 gp 5 lb Heward’s Handy Haversack
750 gp 4 lb Masterwork Elvencraft Folding Longbow
900 gp - Gray Bag of Tricks
2345 gp 5 lb +1 Muffing Camouflage (Forest) Leafweave Padded Armor
6995 gp 15 lb total
Female Grey Elf Ranger Wizard 3/2
CN Medium Humanoid (Elf)
Init +4; Senses listen +12, spot +12, low-light vision
Languages Common, Elf, Draconic, Goblin, Gnome, Sylvan, Orc
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AC 20, touch 14, flat-footed 16
(+4 dex, +2 armor+4 shield)
hp 29 (5 HD)
Immune Magic Sleep Effects
Fort +6, Ref +8, Will +7 (+9 against enchantment)
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Speed 30 ft. (6 squares)
Attack bow +10 ranged, 1d8 pierching, 20/x3, range 100 ft,
Attack staff +4 melee, 1d6-1 Bludgeoning, 20/x2
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
Atk options Rapid Shot, Point Blank Shot, Elf Favored Enemy (Goblinoid)
Special Actions Spells
Base Atk +4, Grp +3
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Abilities Str 11, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 20, Wis 14, Cha 8
SA Spells
SQ Wild Empathy +4,
Feats Rapid Shot, Endurance, Practiced Spellcaster, Point Blank Shot, Weapon Focus (Longbow), Track.
Skills Concentration +5, Decipher Script +8, Disable Divice +13, Handle Animal +3, Hide +12, Knowledge (Geography) +10, Knowledge (Nature) +10, Listen +12, Move Silently +14, Profession (Cook) +3, Profession (Fisher) +3, Profession (Guide) +3, Profession (Hunter) +4, Search +17, Spellcraft +9, Spot +12, Survival +10, and Use Rope +9.
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Elf Favored Enemy: Humanoid (Goblinoid). She gains +2 bonus on Hide, Listen, Move Silently, Spot, and Survival checks when using these skills against creatures of this type. Likewise, he gets a +2 bonus on weapon damage rolls against such creatures.
Combat Style: Gain Rapid Shot as a bonus feat even though she does not meet the prerequisites.
Wild Empathy: +4
Trapfinding: Like a rogue.
Familiar – not summoned.
Spells, as 2nd level wizard, Caster level 6, DC 15+spell level.
0th: 4
1st: 5
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Hook "They call me “Saubwa Lowan”" (It's Draconic if anyone wanna know.)
Possessions:
Light Load Medium Load Heavy Load
38 lb. or less 39–76 lb. 77–115 lb.
Major stuff:
1000 gp 1 lb Vest of Resistance +1
2000 gp 5 lb Heward’s Handy Haversack
750 gp 4 lb Masterwork Elvencraft Folding Longbow
900 gp - Gray Bag of Tricks
2345 gp 5 lb +1 Muffing Camouflage (Forest) Leafweave Padded Armor
6995 gp 15 lb total
As I understand it, Jessica and Gideon and Dragor are all absent for a bit. I'll make a post soon for one of the tourny threads on the proboards site, that post will have the brackets and such for who fights who. And I suppose if your opponent is there then you can begin.
And if you want, I can save Coin as a sort of "final boss," unless someone else wants that spot. It does, however, give that person an unfair chance at the first prize.
I thought to put Coin in for just the one match so you wouldnt have to participate in but one match but if you are fine with having him in the rest of the matches then we can stick Dragor's guy in that place of "Final Boss" to give him time to return without delaying the tourny.
Coin, however...Coin is different. I'm not sure why...
But I can still play Coin. :D
Selva vs Ender-----------\winner
-------------------------winner/winner
Saran vs Coin----/
-----------------------------------_______ vs Ziel
Mian Gou vs Kyyt-----\
-------------------------winner/ winner
Skraal vs Tyrion--------/winner
Can I get a link so I don't have to go thread-diving?
So Coin vs. Terrible Demon Thing.
Fun :D
Sarah Milhaven, Daughter of Death
"Who's to say, what's right and what's wrong? Maybe this whole world is just a dream."
"Who's to say, what's right and what's wrong? Maybe this whole world is just a dream."
And my good friend Grazzt informs me that he will be coming by for some roleplaying all the way from the Abyss, probably not anything more than the tavern though.
Background and appearance to come.
Sjir Frahraek, Dragonfire Adept
Sjir Frahraek
Male Kobold
Dragonfire Adept 7
Pale violet scales
Red eyes
Str - 10
Dex - 16
Con - 19
Int - 10
Wis - 11
Cha - 18
Male Kobold
Dragonfire Adept 7
Pale violet scales
Red eyes
Str - 10
Dex - 16
Con - 19
Int - 10
Wis - 11
Cha - 18
Combat Block
Base Attack Bonus/grapple +3/-1
Initiative +3
Fortitude +12 (5 Base, +4 Con +3 resist)
Reflex +8 (2 Base, +3 Dex +3 resist)
Will +8 ( 5 Base, +0 Wis +3 resist)
HP – 7d8+27
Armor Class - (10 base +3 Dexterity +3 Natural Armor +1 Size +1 deflection)
Attacks - Mwk Longspear +4 1d6 10ft reach
Special Attacks – Breath Weapon 4d6 fire damage Reflex DC 19 for half
Effects: cold, slow (entangling)
Base Attack Bonus/grapple +3/-1
Initiative +3
Fortitude +12 (5 Base, +4 Con +3 resist)
Reflex +8 (2 Base, +3 Dex +3 resist)
Will +8 ( 5 Base, +0 Wis +3 resist)
HP – 7d8+27
Armor Class - (10 base +3 Dexterity +3 Natural Armor +1 Size +1 deflection)
Attacks - Mwk Longspear +4 1d6 10ft reach
Special Attacks – Breath Weapon 4d6 fire damage Reflex DC 19 for half
Effects: cold, slow (entangling)
The being immediately recognizes Sorcen, he turns his gaze to the archdevil and bows slightly, an awkward and lazy gesture. "Grandchild, good to see you again. How goes your life Sorcen. Me I'm just fine." He swaggers confidently over to Sorcen's throne and fiddles with a ring on his finger. His gaze goes to Aya for a moment before turning back to Sorcen, "So this is the famous arena. Wheres the liqour and wenches, surely you've inherited my ability to throw a fine party."
OOC: Grazzt is in the house. I took a bit of a vacation from the Abyss. And in addition to participating in the Tavern roleplaying, I may also be interested if a good quest presents itself.
OOC: Welcome Grazzt, have a
for joining, even if you arent competing. Lunoc: Read the Tournament Updates thread for your answer.
EDIT: Nevermind he found it.
What happened to everyone?
I'm in the process of making another character to keep up an in character presence here, but things seem to have slowed down...Lunoc and Shiv Aiba and Technomagi are having a match, I believe, so no one's in the tavernne or training room.
That would be crazy! Or spellcaster tag-team battles! When one guy gets beat up enough, he has to get all the way back to his team mate and send them in. Woe to the team member who has to take on two spellcasters.
You have read my mind, Lord Bahamut - the Tag-Team Spell Duel of Baator!
...I'll have to post my next character soon, maybe we can get this going. Ender's in limbo over on Tournament IV.
Anyways, y'know, it could be a School of Magic sponsored event!
Septimus could organize and call together the participants for arcane-only mage duels!
The current set were built to stop Gid, not nuklear fallout...).
No that isn't a typo.
a.) should we set up a thread for this?
b.) are we gonna come up with rules, or would yourself and the other judges prefer to set them?
c.) we'll run this by Sorcen, right? Or do we just go ahead, provided everyone would like to play?
wizard 10 transmutatioist//wildmage10/archmage5
apperance:A human seven feet tall walks into the coliseum.He has red hair and pale skin.with him is a strange spellbook and a cloak black as midnight with stars on it.
history:He has amniesa about his past.Recenly he has been traveling the lesser known parts of the planes and has come upon a strange version of baator.
special abilities:mastery of shape
mastery of elements
arcane fire
spell turning
ranged touch
wild magic
His familar is a owl.
for joining. I'm still here, just waiting to get things picked back up around here. As for the mage match, you guys seem to be handling it and yeh I advise to either do a new thread here or in the RP central area of the new site, whichever u prefer. The School of Magic sponsering it sounds cool too and I like the tag matches idea, I had been thinking of how to do that awhile back.
I'm not really part of the match, I just happen to be in the Tavern, and the arena is close enough that Vice's Shadow Presense takes effect, so he's observing everything (and not very happily, as you can tell)
Oh, by the way, nice new avatar.
I'll be entering with a cameo character, I'll make him for this event.
OOC: Khael, go ahead and PM your judgement when you get the chance.
Thanks for the compliment on the avatar, I wasnt sure if it suited me or not but I like minotaurs and he looks diabolic.
I'd have Paraclesius bet on Nick to add to the roleplaying but then I could be percieved as being biased towards Nick winning. I do believe I could pull off being unbiased and betting but it would set a precedent for others to do it as well so I believe I shall refrain from it.
ooc: Do I get a dragon for my signature too? :D Also I'm wondering what is going on with the tournament match with Coin.
for joining.Michael Alerim
It was early morning in Salem village, and, standing on the gallows, Michael's breath made tiny puffs of white mist in the brisk air. An elderly man, wearing a black cape and coat, paced in front of him, waiting for the sun to rise.
"Micheal Alerim," he began, as the first rays of dawn touched the scene, "You have been tried and found guilty of witchcraft. By our laws, you shall be hanged. Have you anything to say for yourself?" Michael opened his mouth, but apparently reconsidered what he was going to say. "No, sir." The Puritans gathered around the wooden structure muttered to themselves - Michael Alerim, in league with the Devil? Surely not - "Very well, then. On this day, June 10th, in the year of our Lord 1692, you shall be hanged for the practice of magic." With a nod from the man, the executioner shoved Michael off the platform of the gallows...and in a flash of white light, he is gone, leaving behind a tiny puff of white feathers.
"Micheal Alerim," he began, as the first rays of dawn touched the scene, "You have been tried and found guilty of witchcraft. By our laws, you shall be hanged. Have you anything to say for yourself?" Michael opened his mouth, but apparently reconsidered what he was going to say. "No, sir." The Puritans gathered around the wooden structure muttered to themselves - Michael Alerim, in league with the Devil? Surely not - "Very well, then. On this day, June 10th, in the year of our Lord 1692, you shall be hanged for the practice of magic." With a nod from the man, the executioner shoved Michael off the platform of the gallows...and in a flash of white light, he is gone, leaving behind a tiny puff of white feathers.
Michal Alerim.
Darius Xan
wizard 10 transmutatioist//wildmage10/archmage5
apperance:A human seven feet tall walks into the coliseum.He has red hair and pale skin.with him is a strange spellbook and a cloak black as midnight with stars on it.
history:He has amniesa about his past.Recenly he has been traveling the lesser known parts of the planes and has come upon a strange version of baator.
special abilities:mastery of shape
mastery of elements
arcane fire
spell turning
ranged touch
wild magic
His familar is a owl.
Item:Headband of intellect+6,Gloves of dexterity+6,+5 brillant energy quarterstaff,Amulet of natural armor+2,Robe of midnight minor artifact:Gives the wearor the normal ac bonus of mage robes with a +10 deflection bonus,Cast meteor shower at will.
skills:knowledge arcana+28,spellcraft+28,tumble+5,Hide+4
Feats:weapon focus(quarterstaff),improved familar,Spell focus(transmutation),Spell penatration,Weapon fitness,quiken spell,Greater spell penatration,spell mastery(transmutation),Greater Spell focus(transmutation),silent spell,still spell,empower spell,hitgen spell,martial proficincy(longbow),Epic spellcasting,Burrowing spell.
Attributes:Streanth(8),constitution(10),dexterity14+6(20),intelligence24+6(30),wisdom(16),Charisma(10).
(The current set were built to stop Gid, not nuklear fallout...)
Heh. :D
And Technomagi...I'm sorry...it's a bit of a tough time, what with work, college prep, and me going on vacation in a week (23-28, as a heads up). I'm trying my best.
My latest response is up, by the way. Sorry for the delay.
Can't say I'm especially thrilled to be going. Camping bores me after about a day or two.
I suppose I could double up with Giovanni, but I'd only do that as a last resort.
Some pretty cool stuff in store, guys.
And of course, how tag-team would work is beyond me. I asked Khael for some tips, he suggested that if you move to tag in your teamate, you have to use a post to do it, leaving your character open to getting smacked.
So (sorry, again) what's this about the tournament? I take take it I've been paired up somewhere already?
Edit: and now that my inbox has stopped glitching, I see that Lunoc has just sent me two PMs on the subject.
Ill enter Darius Xan.What is the reward for winning.
...Glory Eternal?
I don't know. L. Bahamut and Septimus - be there an award for the victor? If the School were to say, for example, allow total access to their library, that would be a good In Character award for a mage. Just a thought.
Talon the Searcher
Talon the Searcher, Tiefling, Duskblade/Mindspy, The Blade of Harakon (a very powerful longsword augmenting Talons ability to channel arcane magic through it, and capable of cutting through almost anything), the armor of Dusk (a chain shirt granting him a strong resistance to all sorts of magic and other supernatural effects), A precognitive ability to see things a short while before they happen (between 5 and 20 seconds) and the ability tosense peoples thoughts so skilled as if he is using Detect thoughts (At will, as a free action), Talon is a master swordfighter, and has acrobatic skills that borderline the supernatural.
Background Story: Born as the result of a wandering half-fiends **** of the local midwife, Talon grew up hated by the entire village, and had it not been for the intervention of his older halfbrother Manion, Talon would have been slain as a small babe. As he grew up, his only friend was Manion, who taught him how to fight, how to use magic, and most importantly, how to meld these arts. In fighting Manion taught him that the fighter who thinks loses, while the fighter who simply reacts, and listens to his instinct often claims victory, and Talon took these words to heart.
One day Manion was found murdered in the forest, and before Talon even realized that his brother was dead, the village people blamed him, and tried to burn him at the stakes. For more than three hours did he burn, his fiendish nature protecting him from most of the flames, before the chains he had been bound with, became so hot that the poor iron melted. He ran in to the forest, naked and covered in burnmarks, and there he found his brothers body, that the villagers, intent on killing Talon, had completely forgotten. For more than an hour did he cry over the body of the only person who had ever shown him anything but hate and disgust. Then he picked up his brothers clothe, armour, and sword, and walked out into the world, seeking a new life, seeking any life.
After a month of hiking through the wilderness, living of the land, he encountered a group of dragonslayers, seeking glory. Impressed by his skill in battle, they let Talon join them, whereafter he took them name Talon, forever abandoning his forgotten childhood name.
For more than four years did Talon travel with the Dragonslayers, ending the life of three dragons, one red, and two copper, before they finally met their end at the claws of a gold. The mighty dragon looked past their disguise and searched their minds with it’s mighty magic. Only Talon did it find worthy of life, as it realized that unlike his companions, Talon was not evil, he simply sought somewhere to fit in, and it spared him. In recompense for his part in the death of two good dragons, the gold judged him to be it’s servant for ten years. During the time Talon spent with the dragon, it taught him of moral and honor, leaving a deep imprint on his still forming soul. However it never told him its name, always ordering him to call it Gold.
For the rest of his life, Talon would always remember these years as the best of his life, but to all good things comes an end, and this end was particularly brutal. A band of dragonslayers assaulted Gold while he was sleeping, somehow penetrating his magical wards, and although the great dragon awoke, it was ill-prepared for a fight, and was slain before it could retaliate against the intruders. As Talon saw this something inside him awoke, driving him to a new height of fury he had never imagined. With nothing his brothers sword in hand he charged the dozens of skilled warriors. Somehow predicting their moves before they even thought of making them, and somehow knowing their plans in the very second they thought of them, he brutally murdered them all, save one. When Talon finally drove his fury off, he found that a single of the Dragonslayers still drew breath. The last survivor knelled before Talon and begged for his life,
(more to come)
Background Story: Born as the result of a wandering half-fiends **** of the local midwife, Talon grew up hated by the entire village, and had it not been for the intervention of his older halfbrother Manion, Talon would have been slain as a small babe. As he grew up, his only friend was Manion, who taught him how to fight, how to use magic, and most importantly, how to meld these arts. In fighting Manion taught him that the fighter who thinks loses, while the fighter who simply reacts, and listens to his instinct often claims victory, and Talon took these words to heart.
One day Manion was found murdered in the forest, and before Talon even realized that his brother was dead, the village people blamed him, and tried to burn him at the stakes. For more than three hours did he burn, his fiendish nature protecting him from most of the flames, before the chains he had been bound with, became so hot that the poor iron melted. He ran in to the forest, naked and covered in burnmarks, and there he found his brothers body, that the villagers, intent on killing Talon, had completely forgotten. For more than an hour did he cry over the body of the only person who had ever shown him anything but hate and disgust. Then he picked up his brothers clothe, armour, and sword, and walked out into the world, seeking a new life, seeking any life.
After a month of hiking through the wilderness, living of the land, he encountered a group of dragonslayers, seeking glory. Impressed by his skill in battle, they let Talon join them, whereafter he took them name Talon, forever abandoning his forgotten childhood name.
For more than four years did Talon travel with the Dragonslayers, ending the life of three dragons, one red, and two copper, before they finally met their end at the claws of a gold. The mighty dragon looked past their disguise and searched their minds with it’s mighty magic. Only Talon did it find worthy of life, as it realized that unlike his companions, Talon was not evil, he simply sought somewhere to fit in, and it spared him. In recompense for his part in the death of two good dragons, the gold judged him to be it’s servant for ten years. During the time Talon spent with the dragon, it taught him of moral and honor, leaving a deep imprint on his still forming soul. However it never told him its name, always ordering him to call it Gold.
For the rest of his life, Talon would always remember these years as the best of his life, but to all good things comes an end, and this end was particularly brutal. A band of dragonslayers assaulted Gold while he was sleeping, somehow penetrating his magical wards, and although the great dragon awoke, it was ill-prepared for a fight, and was slain before it could retaliate against the intruders. As Talon saw this something inside him awoke, driving him to a new height of fury he had never imagined. With nothing his brothers sword in hand he charged the dozens of skilled warriors. Somehow predicting their moves before they even thought of making them, and somehow knowing their plans in the very second they thought of them, he brutally murdered them all, save one. When Talon finally drove his fury off, he found that a single of the Dragonslayers still drew breath. The last survivor knelled before Talon and begged for his life,
(more to come)
. Thanks for the recruit Dragor.Oh and welcome to pbs as well, heres your
. Glad you joined, I was afraid Aya scared you off. Aya and Khael are the more argumentive and meaner judges. I'm the nice one :P.Anyway if you need the rules for the arena take a look on the first page of this thread.
Let's take talk of the mage competition over to the other thread. I mean, I made an enitrely new thread for that purpose, so let's use it. :D
I'm gonna celebrate my return with the introduction of a new characters and the opening for characters for my PbP D&D campaign, both will happen a little later this evening (my time).
On the flyer in bold letters
Stop by Techhunter's Technical Emporium for all your combat needs.
Stop by our facilities in Elysium today!
(OOC: If it's ok. I would like to have the Emporium sponser good aligned competitors
Item:Headband of intellect+6,Gloves of dexterity+6,+5 brillant energy quarterstaff,Amulet of natural armor+2,Robe of midnight minor artifact:Gives the wearor the normal ac bonus of mage robes with a +10 deflection bonus,Cast meteor shower at will,inteegent.
skills:knowledge arcana+28,spellcraft+28,tumble+5,Hide+4
Feats:weapon focus(quarterstaff),improved familar,Spell focus(transmutation),Spell penatration,scribe scroll,Weapon fitness,quiken spell,Greater spell penatration,spell mastery(transmutation),Greater Spell focus(transmutation),silent spell,still spell,empower spell,hitgen spell,firearm profencicy,Epic spellcasting,Burrowing spell.
Attributes:Streanth(8),constitution(10),dexterity14+6(20),intelligence24+6(30),wisdom(16),Charisma(10).
I forgot one feat.
I forgot one feat.
those things are not really important... Our characters pull of moves and react to others moves, lots of non-D&D stuff is in as well as lots of stuff that could not be made rules for...
EDIT:
BIC:
A silvery orb appear in the middle of the arena between two fights. The crowd look upon it with interest as it unfold into cirkular gate. It opens, and from the front it reveals a wiev of a battlefield littered with corpses that died in truely horrid ways. Suddenly a woman appear in the wiev of the gate, flying towards the arena as if some force was blowing her away. Its a pale woman with long black hair and black dress. Her eyes are in an unnatural shade of green that is both unnerving and bewitchingly attractive. Her dress is made of silk, with slits up the legs. As she pass from the lands beyond the portal and into the arena, the gate closes, this time a symbol of an anvil is visible upon it. Suddenly black and golden chains appear and wrap around the gate before it fades from wiev. The woman levitate above the ground, and quickly get "on her feet". She speaks with a furious tone "Damn her, where has she sent me?" at the sound of her wrathful voice, the crowd covers in fear, even the most powerful fiends. She then turn around and flies out of the arena through the wall.
((The primal champion of fear has arrived.))
ooc:Found it, thank you. No worries, i am like a fugus i'll grow on ya.ooc:I now have PBS fungus growing on me. :P
Sorry for my abrupt absence yesterday, we left a little earlier than I expected to go weedeat that pasture, we killed a brand new weedeater in a matter of hours and then returned it for a new one, fun stuff. Today we'll go weedeat again and do a few other things so Aya and I wont be around much today.
I just realized that I made a HUGE mistake. I was supposed to enter Kyyt in the tournament, but it so happens that I slipped and put Doran in the tournament for the past 5 posts!
Ok, ok...I can fix this...somehow.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYA!
Anyone reading the sign sees the following.
[SIZE="5"][color=Magenta] Warriors of Goodness, need a edge in the arena?
Then come to Techhunter's Technical Emporium!!!
We have wide selection of armor and weaponry and we do custom jobs!
SO COME ON DOWN TO THE EMPORIUM!!!!!
Located in Elysium
To get to the Emporium,just touch the sign and knock
COME TODAY!!!![/color][/SIZE]
Underneath the words is a beautiful woman holding a large sword in one hand a gun in the other.
The sign strongly radiates Neutral Good
(On a side note ; a few years later the sign plane shifts and moves toward Elysium)
And, if you've got an all-spellcasting character, Bahamut, Septimus, myself, dragor and kalestarveteran are getting ready for a team spell duel here...wanna join? We need one more competitor to make even teams.
:D
WoT stands for "Wheel of Time" possibly one of the most awesome book series ever made. Read it. Read it now.
She will be a channeler, a character who wields the One Power (saidar, the female half, not saidin) to weave flows of the Five Powers into various weaves, or spells. So yes, a mage, but not a traditional one by any means. I'd love a spell duel though. Count me in.
(the rules are on the new site in RP central)
(Oh boy, after one or two weeks of planning, we're almost underway!)
(and before anyone ask, no I don't know when I return other than when my mother and her boyfriend feels like it)
Goes without saying we'll wait for you in regards to the Mage Duel, a'course.
I didn't know we could request people to be with... I thought it was random... NOBODY CARE ABOUT LIL' OL' ME!!
Anyway, that's Latin, right NorthWind? Makes me want to take Spanish again...
And yeah, the title is Latin/Italian (the 'delle' part (of) is Italian...wrong agreement, though. It ought to be 'dei' but that didn't sound as nice)
Name:
David
World of Origin: Ea (non-DnD)
Race: Half-human, half-shai (Shai are elemental beings); a race sometimes called "Dragon Kin" because of tendency towards destruction, which in his world, the handful of dragons known to exist were legendary for.
Physical structure: Entirely human in form, approximately 6'2", 165 pounds, tall, lanky, wiry build, a plethora of faint scars, especially across upper body, arms, neck, and head. Dark, scruffy hair, eyes that shift from blue, to grey, to very occassionally green, depending on surrounding, and a scraggly red beard.
Equipment:
Tel'dai Knight's blade; D'n'D equivalent would be something like a legacy adamantine bastard sword. Ocassionally also thrown weapons and custom-armor.
Fighting Style: formless, specializes in sword and un-armed combat, very competent with essentially any other weapon he can pick up. Highly skilled in non-magical stealth and exerting the precise amount of force needed to accomplish an intended task, no more, no less.
Magical abilities: Magic is element-based in his world of origin, he can manipulate lightning, and life, though misuse of life-magic wreaks a terrible toll on ones own body.
So; what advice for a new-comer?
And I'd be happy for someone to throw a character at me for a duel; but if you're going to use any form of melee combat, remember he's exceptional at countering melee attacks.
Ahem, anyway, which of my characters would you like? Right now, I could bring in Skraal (my trademark character, CG kobold soulknife/psion ish thing, and a lot more besides), or Merithale, who can be described as...well, he can't, actually, but the closest approximation would be an evil ice/glass based possessed bard.:D
for joining. You character looks good and fits nicely. Skraal vs David can go in IC1 thread.
On another note, sorry I've been quiet/absent lately. Been busy and the arena has been slow and when I think of something to get things livened up then I become busy again.
Another thought, the arena is almost a year old now, I believes it's birthday is august 28th.
Also, welcome aboard, LordsFire. So far I only play spellcasters with little physical ability, so I look forward to a match with David ;)
He looks pretty good, by the way. I've only been here for a few weeks, so I'm not sure if I'm in a position to give advice, but it'd be cool to know something of his background - who was he in Ea?
You can give advice, NorthWind. It's quality that counts, not quantity, but you've fought more than I have too. You sound like cog now, but without the justification.
Fixed. Also, the plothook match...bit of a mess, there. Ira is only around for 20 min or so at a time, on and off for the last few days, and isn't on at all most days. I think she went on vacation to Arizona, and only has so much time to spend, but I'll contact her when she's back.
And yeah, background would be nice, but if you prefer to keep that to yourself until the appropriate time, that's good too
.Also, cog...Give up - you and I both know that no one here is going to let you go around claiming inferiority. 'Specially 'cause there's no cause for it, despite what you may say to the contrary.
'Sides, it's not that you can't convince me because you're not convincing...it's cause from what you post here, and the little asides about your life, I get the impression that you're a much better person than you like to let on.
Northwind, this goes to everyone here, you included: For some bizarre reason, you all seem to see me as some sort of pseudo-saint. Nothing could be further from the truth. If you were anywhere near me, you'd know how much trouble I cause around me just...well, by being me, really. I don't know how I manage it, but it happens, all the same. After that, the least I can do is try to fix the mess I made, in whatever way I can.
'Sides, someone out there has to care about...well, pretty much everyone, I suppose. It might as well be me, no? Sure, there's times when I wish that I could actually do it well, think a little less about myself, but like so many things, it could be worse. Life's not perfect, but then again, what is?
Phew. Now stop hating yourself.
Me, I see you as a nice guy who, for some reason, blames himself for most things. Without cause. Besides, even if it is your fault (which, again, I doubt is always the case) you make an effort to fix it. Which, again, most people won't...they'd rather blame someone else, or leave the mess as is. So for that, good for you. Not 'cause I think your a wonderful person. Or a saint. Just because you're a nice guy who tries. And that's what matters.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got another random chore to attend to (watering the plants)
Now stop hating yourself.
You know, it's pretty amazing, the ideas that people come up with without even getting any help. I never, at any point, mentioned or even hinted at anything of the sort. No, I know that I try hard enough that, most of the time, I can stay harmless, if nothing more. And I can't even keep that up all the time. It's almost good enough for me, but I can't stand hearing what you all think about me. Okay, so I used too strong a word, but you said yourself that you actually see me as a good person, and... well, you guys are some of my best friends, and hearing all this... I feel like I'm lying to all of you, lying about who I am, and I can't take it.
I'm not trying to be perfect, I'm far too loaded with cynicism to even consider that, but atleast I can try to help, and...well, you can see how far that got me. I try to help my friends, fail, and manage to turn it into one huge lie. You say trying is what matters, and believe me, I tried, and I managed to ruin everything.
And since when is talking to your friends such an amazing thing? I enjoy talking to my friends, and that's probably one of the few normal things about me. No, I'm not saying that not being normal is a bad thing, but I'm not doing anything extraordinary here.
You know, I've been told by a few of you that hurting people without even meaning to is perfectly normal, but I just can't see it. And even if it was, does that make it perfectly fine? Does that mean I shouldn't care about it? Far from it. The least I can do after all that is try to smooth things over, try to mend things a little. It's not much, but it's all there is to do, and you know what? Sometimes, I can't even do that.
And...caring about anyone at all is a rare and admirable thing? Give me a break. Better yet, go look in the mirror.
You know, it's pretty amazing, the ideas that people come up with without even getting any help. I never, at any point, mentioned or even hinted at anything of the sort.
But you do. That's why you keep acting so self-depracating, isn't it? You're accepting someone else's judgement on yourself without really hearing it first. (That or you're fishing for compliments, which I refuse to believe.)
No, I know that I try hard enough that, most of the time, I can stay harmless, if nothing more. And I can't even keep that up all the time.
OK. Stop right there. What the #$@& are you talking about? I can say with reasonable certainty that you've never harmed anyone here. (Or if you have, no more than any of us do in arguments and such.) Explain to us why you're such a bad person, then. All you've said so far is that you "ruined everything" and are "far too cynical." What the hell? Prove it.
It's almost good enough for me, but I can't stand hearing what you all think about me. Okay, so I used too strong a word, but you said yourself that you actually see me as a good person, and... well, you guys are some of my best friends, and hearing all this... I feel like I'm lying to all of you, lying about who I am, and I can't take it.
I'm not trying to be perfect, I'm far too loaded with cynicism to even consider that, but atleast I can try to help, and...well, you can see how far that got me. I try to help my friends, fail, and manage to turn it into one huge lie. You say trying is what matters, and believe me, I tried, and I managed to ruin everything.
[u]NOW you ARE lying.[/u] Stop. Go back. Why the heck should we believe this?
And since when is talking to your friends such an amazing thing? I enjoy talking to my friends, and that's probably one of the few normal things about me. No, I'm not saying that not being normal is a bad thing, but I'm not doing anything extraordinary here.
You are saying here that you are only normal because you talk to your friends? So WHAT?! I'D go die in a blender if anyone ever accused ME of being normal!
You know, I've been told by a few of you that hurting people without even meaning to is perfectly normal, but I just can't see it. And even if it was, does that make it perfectly fine? Does that mean I shouldn't care about it? Far from it. The least I can do after all that is try to smooth things over, try to mend things a little. It's not much, but it's all there is to do, and you know what? Sometimes, I can't even do that.
It is. Everyone does it. Look around! We all do sometimes. That doesn't mean it's a good thing, or even okay. It's still hurting someone, and you should still apologize, but then GET ON WITH YOUR LIFE!
And...caring about anyone at all is a rare and admirable thing? Give me a break. Better yet, go look in the mirror.
I'd say you should go find one yourself.
However, that's besides the point. Posts like mine and Epic's apparently bother you, and so, there's no point in trying to force these views on you if you're so averse to hearing them. 'Sides, this is looking like it could get bad, so...shall we continue with our regularly scheduled madness? Not because I think you're a lost cause, or anything of the sort, but because I have to respect your own views.
But you do. That's why you keep acting so self-depracating, isn't it? You're accepting someone else's judgement on yourself without really hearing it first. (That or you're fishing for compliments, which I refuse to believe.)
(sigh) When are you going to start listening? The one time that you should... no, I'm telling you the truth, because I'm hoping that you'll listen, and that you'll finally know who I am.
OK. Stop right there. What the #$@& are you talking about? I can say with reasonable certainty that you've never harmed anyone here. (Or if you have, no more than any of us do in arguments and such.) Explain to us why you're such a bad person, then. All you've said so far is that you "ruined everything" and are "far too cynical." What the hell? Prove it.
Not bad, no, just not nearly as good as you make me out to be. I don't know how I manage it, it just...happens. honestly, I don't try, but it's not as if that makes it any better. Also, I just mentioned that I was too cynical to think that anything or anyone is perfect, but that in itself is not a bad thing, and I never said so.
And...never hurt anyone here? Okay, maybe not you, but I can think of one person here that I've managed to do it to repeatedly, and badly, even though you may not have noticed. I rather not give out any names here, but please, trust me on this one.
Ofcourse, that's not even counting the people that actually have to deal with me face to face on a daily basis, that's a whole lot worse, as you can probably imagine.
[u]NOW you ARE lying.[/u] Stop. Go back. Why the heck should we believe this?
Because I've never intentionally lied to you. I'm just not the person you think I am, and it hurts me that none of you are willing to accept that. Sure, it might not be my intention to lie to all of you, but I feel like I've done it, all the same. I've tried to fix that one way for a while now, by trying to be the person you all see me to be, and I just can't manage it. If atleast I could convince all of you to see me for who I am, things might be a bit better, but...well, I think we can both see how well I'm doing here.
You are saying here that you are only normal because you talk to your friends? So WHAT?! I'D go die in a blender if anyone ever accused ME of being normal!
Um...what? No, I just mentioned that I talk to all of you because I enjoy chatting with my friends, and that that's one of the few normal things about me. I never said that being normal is a good or bad thing, I was just saying that "always being up for a chat" is really nothing extraordinary, and doesn't make me a "great person" in any sense of the word.
It is. Everyone does it. Look around! We all do sometimes. That doesn't mean it's a good thing, or even okay. It's still hurting someone, and you should still apologize, but then GET ON WITH YOUR LIFE!
Alright, but some things...they just can't be helped, okay? Trust me, there are things I've done that can't be taken back, the mess I've made is far ebyond any sort of repair. I know what I'm talking about, this sort of thing happened to me on a few occasions.
I'd say you should go find one yourself.
Right, because there's no reason to trust someone to know themselves?
Well, for the record, cog, I said caring for people other than oneself.
However, that's besides the point. Posts like mine and Epic's apparently bother you, and so, there's no point in trying to force these views on you if you're so averse to hearing them. 'Sides, this is looking like it could get bad, so...shall we continue with our regularly scheduled madness? Not because I think you're a lost cause, or anything of the sort, but because I have to respect your own views.
Finally, someone who actually takes a moment to listen... No, you're not bothering me at all, you know how hard it is to get me angry. No, it just..it makes me sad that all this is happening around me, and I can't stop it, that's all.
And for the record, that's what I was talking about too.
Edit: speaking of which, does anyone know how to throw PbP parties? Michael is the type to do so in the tavern, y'see, so...
Trust me, there are things I've done that can't be taken back, the mess I've made is far beyond any sort of repair.
I do trust you. I wish you trusted us enough to tell us what those things are.
Because I've never intentionally lied to you. I'm just not the person you think I am, and it hurts me that none of you are willing to accept that. Sure, it might not be my intention to lie to all of you, but I feel like I've done it, all the same. I've tried to fix that one way for a while now, by trying to be the person you all see me to be, and I just can't manage it. If atleast I could convince all of you to see me for who I am, things might be a bit better, but...well, I think we can both see how well I'm doing here.
You also can try to accept that we think more highly of you than you do. Your image of yourself doesn't do you justice. I know you're not trying to lie, and I don't think you are. You don't have to try to be someone else, just be yourself. I think your self is better than you see it. But I can respect your point of view either way. I'll stop now.
Northwind: No idea, sorry. I could, however, bring in another character for a fight, interested?
"So...hell, eh? I sure have flown a long way..just as well, I was starting to get bored. Time for the voice carrier..."
The kobold reaches into his backpack with one hand, and fishes out a small metal box, covered in neat round holes. Flicking a black switch on the side, he looks downward at the assembled crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for Baator's latest competitor, Kharo...oh, damn."
And the glider catches fire.
The flames start at the back, swiftly creeping across the whole frame. Tongues of fire lash out at the Kobold's backpack, reaching inside it. At precisely that moment, dozens of vials and bottles of alchemical substances explode simultaneously, sending shards of glass out in all directions, mingled with flame, electricity, burning acid, and fragments of what was once the glider. Through all this, the newcomer hurtles toward the ground, fumbling with the side of his greasy jacket. he sighs with relief and pulls a cord from the side of the jacket, causing a large parachute to billow out from the garment, and allowing him to float down safely to the ground.
"Well, that could have gone better..."
he removes his pitch black goggles, showing green eyes that sparkle with curiosity and interest at everything around him. his red scales are singed or burned away entirely in places, especially on his hands, though they are now covered by a pair of brown leather gloves. he wears a loose-fitting suit; workman's clothes.
Over all this is a jacket, covered in mechanical grease, and a belt from which numerous bottles hang. Among the bottles are a pair of revolvers, each with a symbol on the left side: a hammer and wrench, crossed over a gear.
he removes a scrap of cloth from one of the innumerable pockets in his jacket, and flaps it in the air a few times, letting it billow out into the form of what is undoubtedly a bag of holding, before putting the resulting backpack on. he is smiling again; a confident, warm and genuine smile, one which could almost be called charming, were it not cursed with the misfortune of being on the face of a kobold.
Walking up to the registry desk, he takes a pen from yet another pocket, and fills in the forms in a hurried, messy scrawl.
Kharon Leshtar
Entry time: 13:21
And..whew, that ended up being longer than expected:D . So, does anyone remember him? Also, northwind, are you up for a match with him (since you were complaining about not getting any matches recently)? If not, is anyone else up for a match?
.I'll probably go and post an explanation on the other site, but I'll need to say that I'll be away from plothook, too.
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make skittles that taste...., you know like hair
Thank you. That is brilliant.As the form stands up you can see him clearly.the first the you notice is he is human and young by the look of him, no more than 18 at the most,he hair is dark and metallic silver,his eyes gray blue, standing at about 6',and roughly 180 (pounds), his skin color fair and lightly tanned though covered in scars some look as thoughs from a battles and some look purposely inflicted to make designs(the truth it is a little of both though the character did not do this himself) he is wearing a leather tank died blue.he wears a pendent around neck that appears to be a coat-of-arms a pair of swords crossed over a shield, but the detail are hard to make out. his belt is a plain black strap with interesting buckle made of silver and inlaid with blue gems.his pants are leather as well and died gray,he wears grieves that go from knee to toe and have silvery mirror finish.
he wears nothing on his arms save two silver cuffs at his wrists.on his index fingers of each hand he wears a ring,on his right, a ring shaped like a spider, and on his left what appear to be glass, encasing a continuous charge of lightning. From out of his back two serrated shards of metal emerge from between his shoulder blades. After standing the young man stretches his back and arms, when he does this the metal shards in his back unfold on unseen hinges and expanses on impossible plains, until you find a pair of incredible metallic wings,and just as fast as they unfolded they return to their resting position. he walks over to the desk and signs in "[SIZE="4"]My name is Enoch, and I will fight in the arena in the name of mechanus.[/SIZE]
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I know I know terminator entrance but it works
"Oh alright than, I accept, as a natural criminal, habitual liar, fraudster, and totally untrustworthy perverted genius" (all of which he's been called)
"Capital. Welcome to government service."
sounds like our last election minus the genus partThe upshot of all this is that the Mage Duel will be short Michael for a long time (as August began, I seem to have grown a life) so if anyone would like to take Michael's place so that y'all don't have to wait for 10+ days for me, speak up now, lest the thread be caught in limbo.
pbs, he does have more buzz disks, but I'm trying to keep some variation here, so he will continue to use crazy gadgets, but they will be different crazy gadgets.:P
Problematically, I'll have to wait a while to post him.
Shen, mutant balor, fighter, sword of the demon (flaming blade that can reshape into a whip).
It first glance Shen looks human, but taking a closer look, he clearly isn't. He's high and muscular, with pale skin and hair raching the middle of his back, with a color that falls in between steel and silver. A pair of horns grow from his brow, sweeping upwards and backwards. From his back rise a pair of black bat-like wings.
Shen was found by his foster parents in a field when he was almost newborn, laying next to a red chest. At first his parents thought he was a normal child, but then they saw his then tiny horns, and his wings unfurled from the back. They decided to take him in anyway, goodhearted as they were. When they took him up, his body erupted with flame, but they too him back home even though the flames almost killed them. The took raised him like he had been their own child with one exception, they did not touch him. When he got older, he played with the other children in town. At first they were afraid of him, but they quickly saw that he ment no harm and accepted him. Their parents though did watch him with suspicion, but they chose to let him be for the moment. As he grew even further, he began to work an uncanny but almost magnetic attraction to the young girls in town, but he did not let them touch him, and he was afraid to burn them. Now their parents had had enough though, for they feared the worst from Shen. They tried to drive him out, and when his parents went to his defence, they were slaugthered. This filled poor Shen up with anger and a lust for vengeance. He hurried back to the family farm and opened the red chest. Within lay a blade. He picked it up and returned to take his revenge. He killed everyone in town in his blind rage, using both sword and spell as if he had always known it. Followingly he was overcome with guilt for the terrible thing he had done, especially to the young and the children who had done nothing to him. He left the plane and traveled the planes for a thousand years learning everything he could. Then he returned to his home world and fought evil wherever it appeared, to redeem himself for the terrible thing he did when he murdered the village. Eventually he ended up fighting a demon lord that had vetured to the material plane. He won the fight, but in the process a whole solar system was obliterated. He also learned that his heritage and past has something to do with baator as well as with the Abyss, for the demon lord and Shen were family. To learn more about himself, and to unlock even more of his power, he traveled to Hell, more specifically Sorcen's arena.
Also, pbs, how long have you been around here? You're pretty good. Also, lordsfire, if pbs isn't new, than you're one of the best newbies around here that I've seen (the others being northwind and, back when he joined, epic.)
i think though we should not hold up the thread and should go a head and call for a ruling from the Judges, regardless who wins we should have a rematch when you return.
PBS: We decided since you guys wanted a rematch anyway and its a little too early to tell, although a judgement is not impossible, then we will end it with a draw for now and then you may have a rematch whenever you like.
sounds good to me thx
cog let me know when you return.
Hey Annoeta, ever heard of the cardinal of asmodeus prc from dicefreaks.Im thinking of making a cardinal of annoetta my next charcter.What do you think that it would be like?
Same question.Anyone else can contribute if they want.
sorcen. were can I and dragor fight??Nim: IC2 just opened up so you can fight there if you like.
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In time to see two people in my RPing group and in my battles leave. Oh well. Have fun wherever you go, and remember...
Who would cross the bridge of death must answer me these questions three...
Sorry I haven't been on lately... I have seemed to sprout a short-lived life (which died today), and so I am back!
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In time to see two people in my RPing group and in my battles leave. Oh well. Have fun wherever you go, and remember...
Who would cross the bridge of death must answer me these questions three...
hey hey, I said I'm not leaving the tournament battle, and I said nothing of leaving RhoD, which I don't intend to do, okay?
horrid dire lamprey. Yes, it's nasty. 5 of them is even nastier.
Second? Believe it or not, the Tarrasque. I know, it looks silly, maybe even a bit cute, but I happen to use this description...
Towering before you is a massive creature of mangled flesh and bone. No skin covers this monstrosity, and muscle and tendons are exposed to the world. Cruel spikes of bone jut from the abomination's flesh, creating large, bleeding wounds.
A carapace of jagged obsidian covers its back, its edges and spikes as harsh and unforgiving as mountains. The thing's hands are claws of bloodied, crushed and mangled bone, pieces jutting out from the whole at horrifying angles.
The entirety of its body is covered in oozing sores and wounds, ichor and blood creating a trail behind and around it as it moves. Its tail is a single piece of bloody muscle, whipping back and forth silently.
As you watch, wings rip out of its flesh and into the air, dripping blood and nameless black liquids. They are wings of bone, flapping membranes only barely stretching between the bones, yet they seem to allow the monster to fly.
Plates of solidifying shadows lock together over the entirety of the thing's body, never quite there, yet in some terrible, unnamable way, more real than anything around them, for this is the darkness from before the dawn of the world, of humanity, and they seem to suck the light in from around them.
Yet the face...the face is the worst of all, a mask of twisted bone, no flesh at all, only bone and spikes of obsidian. Empty, blasted, grey eyes frame a terrible mouth, a circular, lamprey-like maw, from which a constant, insectile chittering emanates, accompanied by a slow, thick trickle of what you find yourself almost wishing is blood.
Suddenly, the chittering stops...for the beast has scented new prey. Slowly, soundlessly, it turns to face you, hunger evident in its eyes. As the chittering begins once more, a feeling of utter despair sinks into you, as a single thought fills your mind: There is no hope, no escape, no dawn for you...for you are the beast's prey.
Good? Okay? Bad? Awful? Oh My God, It's Terrible, Get It Out Of My Face Or Burn?
EDIT: In the dark hour before midnight, somethings happen in the edge of the arena city. From the darkness, a big black spider with glowing red eyes emerge. A few seconds pass before it is seen that it drags a large wagon of a kind. It is so broad it fill out the whole street, which is one of the bigger, and around two stories high. The wagon is black as a moonless night, with carvings all over which are even darker. The carvings doesn't seem to be signs of any kind, they seem to be only decorative. No door or window is visible on the wagon, and no one seems to be steering it. A few seconds after the first one enter the city another one appear, then another one and another one. Finally, a caravan of 16 wagons has entered the town. The wagons make no sound at all, and nor does the draft spiders. All of the wagons are identical except the middle one, which has differing carvings. They slowly proceed towards the centre of town.
Good luck Cog, I'm sure you can do it though with the mental prowess you've shown us.
heh, if I didn't know you better, I'd assume this was just a vicious piece of sarcasm. You know, the kind that I'd use:P . Anyway, the essay is already written, and now I have a headache from hell. Really, little strings of energy that aren't actually made of anything, and yet they exist and wobble, and are best thought of as, I quote, "small one-dimensional rips in the smooth fabric of space"...
And I happened to run into the Theory Of Everything along the way...honestly, don't these guys realize when they're shooting for too much?
Wait, you're back in school already?
You mean General Unified Theory?
I guess, I'm just taking the name I saw. The other name was M-theory, I believe.
And for the last time, I'm homeschooled. This basically means that weekends, summer holidays etc. are things that happen to Other People. hell, from what my parents told me, they don't even teach string theory at school.
I love that stuff on the String Theory, M Theory, Theory of everything, etc. And no I dont think they think they set their goals too high. By the way does anybody know where to find the notes on what other theoretical dimensions they have thought up, I have ideas of my own that I'd like to try to add to the other 3 dimensions and the theoretical 4th of time. I've looked for the scientific notes on it but I havent had any luck finding it.
EDIT: Yep you're correct, M theory = theory of everything. And they dont teach it in schools around here either, I researched it all on my own in my spare time along with my apocalypse research.
Nope not being sarcastic, just giving a compliment.
Yeah, I figured that was the case, since it's you talking.
I love that stuff on the String Theory, M Theory, Theory of everything, etc. And no I dont think they think they set their goals too high. By the way does anybody know where to find the notes on what other theoretical dimensions they have thought up, I have ideas of my own that I'd like to try to add to the other 3 dimensions and the theoretical 4th of time. I've looked for the scientific notes on it but I havent had any luck finding it.
No idea, sorry. As far as I'm concerned, all this is way over my head, and the sooner I get away from it, the better.
EDIT: Yep you're correct, M theory = theory of everything. And they dont teach it in schools around here either, I researched it all on my own in my spare time along with my apocalypse research.
...Apocalypse research? Do I want an explanation, or should I go plug my ears and cower under my desk?
Long story short on the apocalypse stuff, me and some friends had some dreams that all synced up and were apparently about the end of the world so that sparked my interest and I did about 3 years of research into it. Leading me to learn different languages and to learn about physics and quantum physics and the different theories and of course into all the religions I could find and ancient extinct civilizations of humans and their apocalypse theories and the new age ones and anything else I could find. I still do research when new ideas spring up but I think I have it figured out pretty well.
Why: global warming.
When: To quote myself, "look out the window".
Anyways, I'm off to bed now, it's 1AM here...
Epic: But but, I like this one better, its a big fiery minotaur. I figured it matches my true devil form a bit more too.
What type of Fae are you?
buuuutttt why
Shiny!
Hopefully not, maybe it will bring more people over here.
I see Gareth moved her arena thread over here... a little, competition, Sorcen? :D
Hopefully not, maybe it will bring more people over here.
Actually, she abandoned the arena a looooooong time ago, and left the arena in charge of someone or the other because he asked, can't recall who.
And I agree, it does belong over here. I mean, this is where it really took off.
heh, if I didn't know you better, I'd assume this was just a vicious piece of sarcasm.
I nearly (notice: NEARLY) felt like slapping your forehead there dude. You are smart listen to me YOU ARE SMART!
I do have a theory about some of the reason that you downgrade your own mental capabilities: Since you are homeschooled you cant estimate your mental capabilities against any classmates, only against us and your family. I don't know anything about your parents mental capabilities so I can't speak of what you get from that estimation (all right I know they managed to f*ck up once, but that doesn't say everything). If you estimate your little sister as less capable than you It'd just seem normal because of your increased experience (a level 5 rogue do better than a level 2 rogue :P ). Then there is the baatorians to compare with, and from my estimation, the average of mental capabilities here are WAY higher than the average of people at large. Let me give you a few samples of what kinda people at my age exist near where I live: Serveral of my old classmates can't string together 4 words without making at least two grammatical or spelling errors in their NATIVE LANGUAGE and certaily not in english. Second, I know a LOT of asain people, and among them you are by far the BEST at english (written at least, I don't know anything about your spoken english). Also, string theory is not though at my age in the school system in denmark at least (and we have one thing to live on for the future: knowledge), heck I would be lucky to convince my teacher to toss it at os before 3 or 4 years. Finelly, you say you suck at maths right? You also say that you can do some optimization right? With the maths skill you need to optimize and a little logic, you can easily do the maths work of my grade and the grade above. Hell, with the speed you have given in creating characters for PbP games, I bet you can do my math homework for a week in less than 30 minutes!!!!!
I nearly (notice: NEARLY) felt like slapping your forehead there dude.
Right, as if I would mind.
You are smart listen to me YOU ARE SMART!
That's a matter of opinion (sure, IQ tests, but that's worthless garbage). Sure, it's your opinion against mine, but I probably know myself better than someone who has never met me, no offense. And for reference, you do know me quite well, but where I'm concerned, I'd like to think I know who I'm dealing with.
I do have a theory about some of the reason that you downgrade your own mental capabilities: Since you are homeschooled you cant estimate your mental capabilities
against any classmates, only against us and your family.
honestly? The schooling system makes a bunch of big mistakes, especially in Japan, and the results are sad, that doesn't make me smart. At all.
I don't know anything about your parents mental capabilities so I can't speak of what you get from that estimation (all right I know they managed to f*ck up once, but that doesn't say everything).
That was not anything to do with intelligence, not at all. And for the record, they're some of the smarter people I know (not intellectual, you can be intellectual and an idiot at once).
If you estimate your little sister as less capable than you It'd just seem normal because of your increased experience (a level 5 rogue do better than a level 2 rogue :P ).
I don't, where did you get that impression from?
Then there is the baatorians to compare with, and from my estimation, the average of mental capabilities here are WAY higher than the average of people at large.
Alright, I'm going to avoid making any "bar one" type comments here, and yes, you're right, from what I've seen. That includes you, by the way.
Let me give you a few samples of what kinda people at my age exist near where I live: Serveral of my old classmates can't string together 4 words without making at least two grammatical or spelling errors in their NATIVE LANGUAGE and certaily not in english.
As I said, that's a problem of the schooling system, and quite common, although that doesn't make it right. Any traces of peanuts, egg, milk, intelligence or any other allergen you happen to see in me is the result of my parents and their method of education, the latter is true for your classmates too.
Second, I know a LOT of asain people, and among them you are by far the BEST at english (written at least, I don't know anything about your spoken english).
Unsurprising, since I am not, in fact, asian, and have said this before. Yes, I live in Japan, but I'm English/Israeli.
Also, string theory is not though at my age in the school system in denmark at least (and we have one thing to live on for the future: knowledge), heck I would be lucky to convince my teacher to toss it at os before 3 or 4 years.
Probably because it's too bizarre, high-end and unnecessary to be taught in schools. honestly, I didn't understand it much, if at all, I just wanted it to go away.
Finelly, you say you suck at maths right?
I'm curious, where did I say this? If memory serves, I said that I can do an ok job with maths, but it gives me an extreme headache.
You also say that you can do some optimization right? With the maths skill you need to optimize and a little logic, you can easily do the maths work of my grade and the grade above.
The stuff I do involves no math beyond addition/subtraction, if at all. The rest is equal parts theory, built-in lawyerism (Jewish, remember?) and fuzzy logic (intensely fuzzy, at times. Just check the TO boards).
Hell, with the speed you have given in creating characters for PbP games, I bet you can do my math homework for a week in less than 30 minutes!!!!!
I'm really not that fast. All the same, though, I'm willing to give your homework a shot some time.
Actually, he left it (I think) in the charge of JessicaMorgan, his new username.
No, she didn't. I re-checked, and the current owner is NerdNumber1.
Dragor, cog's already said he doesn't want us bugging him about that; he'd rather believe he's worthless. I already made the mistake of trying to convince him of his un-sh*ttiness once. Just stop, he doesn't appreciate it.
No, not worthless, just nowhere near as good as you think I am. To tell the truth, hardly anyone is. Anyway, I really don't mind or care either way, by now, but I'd say you're wasting your time here.
have fun and enjoy being ancient, I'll see you again tommorow:D .
I'll leave the Uber(or lack of the same)ness of Cog discussion behind for now, but know this: If you start saying that you are bad at something where my knowledge of you says something different, then I'll start yelling again. Why? because I refuse to give up on making him see just hopw much he is worth, I refuse to give up on him there. Why that? I have my own reasons, no more to hear!!
And thank you for the birthday happyening Cog!!!
BIC: The wagons continue towards the centre of the city in utter silence. As they reach their destination, a large open space near the arena, a figure in a black robe is waiting on them, sitting on the back of an enormous spider. The spiders place the wagons in a circle. Then they release themselves from the wagon, which is a process way out of the mental capability of a normal spider. Then they move onto the top of one of the wagons and open a trap door in the roof. They then crawl into it, despite the fact that the wagon is too little to contain all of them. Then doors open in all of the wagons except the one that the spiders crawled into and the one with the richer carvings. From one of the doors, a single terrifying human scream of agony is heard before a robed individual with eight arms emerge and close the door. From all of the other wagons, robed figures also emerge. Suddely creatures begin massing in from the streets around as well. All the while, the figure that was waiting on the spider has not moved at all. When the area between the wagons is filled with creatures of all kinds, the waiting figure moves. He dismount and walk to the wagon with the riches carvings. Here he make a slight move with one of his arms. This cause the whole side of the wagon, turned inwards toward the masses, open. It contain a large altar and a lot of unlit braziers. The darkness in there does not reveal more for now, not even to the devils whoose eyes normally pierce even magical darkness.
Then I will say that exactly when concerning yourself, it is often seen that people estimate wrong, and with that said:
I'll leave the Uber(or lack of the same)ness of Cog discussion behind for now
Thanks.
but know this: If you start saying that you are bad at something where my knowledge of you says something different, then I'll start yelling again.
The trouble is, our knowledge of me seems to say something different where pretty much anything is concerned.
Why? because I refuse to give up on making him see just how much he is worth, I refuse to give up on him there. Why that? I have my own reasons, no more to hear!!
It's a pity that I can't convince you, but I suppose it's far from surprising, knowing you, you don't exactly give up in a hurry.
And thank you for the birthday happyening Cog!!!
hmm...birthday happyening? (checks mental dictionary) Sorry, File Not Found.:P
Suddenly a small dragon...cat...bat...thingy and a small psudeodragon drops out of the sky into the arena."ARGH! why does teleport always mess up!"
hmm...birthday happyening? (checks mental dictionary) Sorry, File Not Found.:P
come on dude, let me invent some f*ucked up grammar word constellations once in a while...
for joining. Pseudodragons are always fun to play. And a welcome to you as well LivingShadow, heres your
. I wasnt sure if you had joined or not though."If I may be given permission to make a request Lord Sorcen, and if you have an arena open I would like to fight a match against Raziel." She says respectfully. Then she stands waiting with her head bowed awaiting a reply.
IC: The illusion avatar of Sorcen sits at the throne, watching the matches with steady eyes. He looks down and smiles at Esmalda, "Of course, we have an area open for a match in the far left. Esmalda versus Raziel is it, you may begin when ready."
And I confess I'm felling jet-lagged...can the next Kind Poster who sees this give me a quick update on everything? I've not got the mental stamina to go through both this thread and the Mage duel.
Thanks in advance!
Anyway, glad to see you back!
I think the chatter thread is gonna have to wait 'till tomorrow, though, 'cause my brain still thinks it should be sleeping at the moment...which it should.
G'night all!
What type of Fae are you?
...aw, darn it. I missed the string theory discussion. I'd recommend watching PBS's (which you might not be able to...doubt it's available in Japan) The Elegant Universe, based on the book of the same name. A more-or-less clear explanation of the theories.
*note: wasn't it "tiny, one-dimensional loops of energy that vibrate in higher dimensions"? Then again, there's a few theories based on strings, each with a different take on it (M-Theory being one of 'em)
tiny, one-dimensional loops of energy that go way over my head
fixt.
And thanks, but pbs is, sadly, not available in Japan. By the by, northwind, would you mind looking at the various campaign stuff I've been throwing around over on the chatter thread?
The braziers are made from silver, and they are featureless. The altar is jet black with carvings similiar to those on the outside of the wagon, but these have clearly verminoid shapes of legs, claws, stingers abnd manbibles. On the centre of the altar is a circle with only one large carving picturing a mantis claw. The floor of the wagon is made in red stone and the walls and ceiling is made from onyx with silver inlay's in a spider web pattern.
"Welcome fellow believers, devoted to the great lord of vermin. Since I left you I have fought once and as The Unnamed One has foretold, I won. In that battle I faced death as my enemy, and by the power of The Unnamed One I won. I shall not be the only one to best death, for The Unnamed One shall bless his most devout followers with this power.
I have also found out that Dramuk, Ziel and Dragor has found their way here, so we much watch out, for they might once again try to destroy us. But if we remain on our guard, and remain strong in faith then they will no touch us, for The Unnamed One will defend us.
Finally, our master The Unnamed One has revealed to me what we must do. First, we strengthen our trade connections and wealth by setting up trading in the home of our greatest customers. While we do that, we will strive to find the key to another prophercy that has been passed to me by the Painlord. It is cryptic, and it is so to test ous and see to that we are worthy of completing this task and strengthen him enough to make the other gods see his might."
He says this completely calm, but his words go true, for again and again the crow yell out with devotion and praise to The Unnamed One.
Then he snap his fingers, and one of the robed and hooded persons near the wagon with the altar react. It's a little larger than a human, and it has 8 arms. It opens a door in another wagon and enter. A short while later it emerges, dragging a human with it. The human wear only a ragged pair of dirty, bloody pants, and his body is filled with scars and small painful wounds. The human looks panicked, and struggle in the grib of the priest, but no good it does him. The priest drag him onto the altar and tie him to it with something that look like spider web.
Incidentally, what happened to his alliance with Big Al?
Okay, fine, I mean Alkuth. What's up with that?
Loex is not allied with Alkuth, The Unnamed One is, he just tell Loex to say what he says as a kind of... let's say advertisement for The Unnamed One...
1) he's one of my favorites... actually on top 3 between about 25 characters that I use a lot (not all are here, but I use Loex in one way or another in almost all forums where it is possible).
2) We are dealing with gigantic vermin that behave unnatural...
you don't really understand dude...
Not exactly surprising...I often don't.
Incidentally, here's Kharon's entry. Now, bring on your character, and let's head off to whatever arena is open:D .
On another note, I have two character ideas bouncing around in my head, one is actually heavily based on my homebrew deity from over in my own little campaign setting: The Reaper. God of death, but not, in fact, evil. Just LN, and makes sure with absolute precision and certainty that things die when they are meant to. Nat'rally, he hates undead atleast as much as Pelor does.
my fae is accurate... And why should you be surprised to see Loex?
1) he's one of my favorites... actually on top 3 between about 25 characters that I use a lot (not all are here, but I use Loex in one way or another in almost all forums where it is possible).
2) We are dealing with gigantic vermin that behave unnatural...
Yeah, forgive my mild sarcasm. Don't get me wrong, it's good to see Loex back in the game again, I just saw it coming, is all. And yes, I know it was obvious.
Who's your favorite, by the way? Munchlord? Dragor? Some random character I haven't thought about? Kirby?
I take that back, it's probably the most accurate one, given the options, although sometimes the answer I would have picked wasn't among the options.
As you and the audience watch over the arena, you hear an obviously loud, booming, almost godlike voice speak words of such length and complication, they seem to just mesmerize you on a barely noticeable level in the distance. As the words end, you notice a steady stream of water flowing in through all the crevices and openings to the arena, flowing around the competitors and forming several small pockets of dry land surrounded by 20 ft. tall walls of water thus not disturbing any current fights, an impressive sight to say the least. Suddenly a great black long serpentine shape shape at least 120 ft. long moves through one of the arena openings and into the arena itself, swimming towards the bottom of the pool so it is impossible to make out it's true form. Then it stops upon reaching the center of the arena and you see a great dragon with tiny wings and various gems embedded into its hide of at least Gargantuan size. It's a Styx Dragon......the booming voice you previously heard starts again as the dragon introduces itself as L'aximniac. I have come to join your arena, i am a Truenamer and Dragon Ascendant. He then speaks another truename and as he does so, you notice out of the corner of your eye his name etch itself into the sign in sheet...thing
. Oh and, don't worry about your arena, it will return to normal in a matter of hours. Now, is there an opponent willing to face me?L'aximniac, Ancient Styx Dragon, Truenamer, Dragon Ascendant, Gemstone of Heavy Fortification and Amulet of Supremacy. Being near-god stature, L'aximniac has DR 30/epic and an awesome aura (fear and resolve) and Hit Point increase (and still more features that take too long to list).
for joining Lord_of_the_Abyss.I look forward to seeing the styx dragon in play, I havent gotten a chance to run one myself yet so I'm curious how well it will work out.
Dont worry, it shouldnt be a problem if you dont want to join the new site. Depending on how much WotC changes this site though I may have to move the arena to a new site or the new site. As I said its no problem if you dont want to join that site but I'm fairly certain its safe and virus-free.
The other site won't give you a virus. At least, it hasn't given anyone else a virus, nor me. But welcome, Sorcen should be around later today to give you your dragon.
You'd be suprised, my computer's not one of those tricked out thingamajiggys, it's just a computer with no high speed or anything (only Norton Antivirus for protection, i know it's supposed to be good and yadda yadda yadda), it was recently broken because my friend had me go on a site that had given me a virus before and this time it was almost too fricked up for his dad who fixes computers for a living to fix.....i don't like taking chances
...P.S. Cool, a dragon, i'll call him L'aximniac Jr. :D. Also, it looks like they already did change the site some unless this is how all the "New Reply" and "Edit" buttons look like around here, Sorcen...
by the way ill fight you. i want to try xalax out
Arena 1, who go first?
Munchlord and Dragor is tied for favorite (as if that wasn't kinda obvious...)
then comes Loex and Ziel take a close 4th.
a.) I'm not too sure 'bout the fae test, since it's very difficult to judge my own character since I'm obviously biased :P
But I'd say yeah, it's pretty accurate...optimistic, calm, yeah...sums it up. Down to earth, maybe... if that corresponds to modesty, then it hits the nail on the head.
As for the darker traits, that clicks too, believe it or not. I'm just never annoyed at people, so you'd never really know.
b.) Cog, I'd love to look over your campaign stuff, I'll be right over after I've finished taking care of my threads (...well, just this and the Mage duel, though :D )
c.) Welcome, LotA...true naming, neat! As for the new site, again, it's fine. Everything that happens there can also be done here.
After ten minutes he stops and stand completely motionless.
Then the priests in the crowd start chanting in infernal.
"All hail thee our nameless master
All hail The Unnamed One
The master of the darkness
that no eye pierce
the lord of the agony
the drive gods insane
the emperor of vermin
all hail thee"
First time only the priests chant. Second time some of the crowd chant as well and third time the whole crowd chant loud and clear. After chanting the hail five times they stop. Then Loex chant in Dark Speech again for ten more minutes, and so it continue untill Loex has spoken 5 times and the ceremony had lasted for an hour. Then Loex once again raise the dagger high into the air, but this time he stab the victim in the chest near the heart. He quickly raise the dagger and stab near the heart once again. On the third stab Loex shudder and a wave of divine energy expand from the altar and outwards through the crowd. Loex pull the dagger out from the victim and put it back into the folds of his robe. Then he snap his fingers and the spider he had been riding move through the crowd. It reach the altar and consume the corpse of the sacrafice in one mouthful before returning to the wagon that houses the spiders.
When a little peace has fallen over the crowd, Loex speak again.
"Go followers of the Nameless and spread the word. The Black Caravan is in Baator and those who wish to trade, be it in souls, magic, goods or services should seek us out. We will be here, waiting to trade!"
Con Wuih
Arena 1, who go first?
Munchlord and Dragor is tied for favorite (as if that wasn't kinda obvious...)
then comes Loex and Ziel take a close 4th.
I'll go first, but not too soon. Y'see, in about...oh, I don't know, 13~15 hours from now, I'm going on a brief trip. I'll be back on the 26th (absurdly late at night) or the 27th (morning to noon), my time. Sorry.
Also, I don't intend to play a kobold...not sure what I will play, but I reckon you're all getting sick of kobolds by now.
However, mechanics-wise, I'll have to reserve judgment, seeing as I'm not very good at analyzing such things (sorry!)
All the same, I like the flavor and the execution. It looks balanced to me, but that's not much to go by (I haven't really got enough play experience to go by)
I think I may post another character so that I can get back into the loop here in terms of tavern and arena fighting... hmm...
I strongly suspect you can help me at least a bit with the witch, whether in flavor or mechanics. Anything you have to say is valuable.
I don't know; what's Gleemax anyway?
I strongly suspect you can help me at least a bit with the witch, whether in flavor or mechanics. Anything you have to say is valuable.
Y'know, I've been trying to work that out for myself for at least a week. I've been poking 'round the 4e forums recently, and lotsa people are talking about it, as if they already know what it is. But I haven't been able to find out what it is. Nothing states specifically what it is, it's all vague descriptions or references to something I've yet to hear about.
As for the second: yeah, sure. I'll give it another look as soon as I can.
The above is only my understanding and may in fact be a bunch of nonsense. Thank you for your time and patience.
Also, Epic, I got a more in-depth look at your class up, hope it helps!
I get the same bad vibe from this Gleemax stuff so dont worry I have everything about the arena saved as a backup file on here and am ready to start posting it on a new site when I need to evacuate these boards. 4ed/Gleemax has already changed the main DnD site, the sidebar on the DnD forums, slowed the loading times of the whole bloody site, and changed the domain name from wizards.com to gleemax.com, along with a million other minor inconveniences for tons of people. Luckily none of it really affects me too badly because I dont play with the rules of DnD, I just wanted to express to WotC that these are horrible business decisions and express my opinion that changes such as these are bad and that if it is changed too much then I will leave their boards.
This is only my opinion though and none of you should feel obligated to adopt it and I urge you to look at this with an open mind and get as many facts as you can before judging for yourself.
Ah, well, no offense, but I hope you're horribly wrong, Sorcen.
We have a safe-house to evacuate to, thankfully, but the classes, the homebrew threads, gone. It'll all be gone.
But I mean to say, the community will be gone. Or at least, it's ease of access will be.
Any events pertaining to the absent character (Alexander) will continue as scheduled, with, perhaps, a short delay.
~The tiny, metaphoric little people in NorthWind's head
EDIT: so, who wants a go with Alexander? Any arenas open, Sorcen?
Arenas:
IC1- Cog (Skraal) vs LordsFire (David)
IC2- Nim (Shen) vs Dragor (Artak)
Arena 1-
Arena 2- Bahamut (Siventarr) vs Dragor (Jack)
Arena 3- Technomagi (Esmalda) vs ? waiting on someone ?
Arena 4-
So Arenas 1 and 4 on the proboards site are open for matches.
By the way, Alexander is cool. I wonder what hidden powers he has though.
Arena one sound good?
I suppose you could say, quite literally, that he's magic.
EDIT: thanks for the compliment, Sorcen, I missed it. As for his hidden powers, you'll have to tune into his fights.
The light in the arena dims, as if the dull hellish sun was swathed in a black gauze scarf. A single strand of spidersilk, black as midnight, drips down from the sky onto the ledger. It writhes and twists as if alive, distorting into a name, inscibed in a spidery hand.
Alex Phae'shri Q'Aliryl
But when I made this character, I planned on trying to preserve the secrets about him for as long as I could. They're nothing special, really, but it'll give me the opportunity to play a more immediately dynamic character as his true nature comes into focus.
Lunoc: Sorry I missed that one. Theres arena 4 on the proboards site but your opponent has opted not to join that site so how about the training room. I'll have a referee cast some scrying in there to make the match more public.
It's (base attack bonus)+strength+misc.=melee bonus, and (base attack bonus)+dexterity+misc.=ranged bonus.
Saves are harder. Check the SRD.
And NW, check the Witch thread, I'm still having trouble with traditions. Post on Arena 4 whenever you want. You go first.
Whoops, I've already posted to one. If that's alright, I'll leave it there, but if not, I'll move it in the morning...I'm getting very sleepy...(I'll see what I can do for the witch before turning in real quick)
Also, couldn't you use hit dice as level for determining the save/attack base? Anyways, g'night all.
IC1- Cog (Skraal) vs LordsFire (David)
I bailed from that fight some time ago, actually, it's been open for a while. I chnaged my mind, I'll be a bit busy today, so could you start, dragor?[/i]
And Sorcen, that (?) character of mine in IC2 is Artak.
Anyone who would like to open a stall in connection with it is welcome, provided that they do so on the streets next to the square where the caravan has set up shops... there is not any space left on the square anyway.
What do you think of the opening post of it?
As for the stall I have in mind...well, I was thinking this: if anyone has a character with nothing to do, why not have him/her run through a jail break? A stall of PC slavers...with the consent of the poster, characters could be stolen away, and then force thier way to freedom. It'd be sort of like an arena match, really, but instead would be a specific scenario.
Of course, I may have to set my sights a little lower. Even though I wouldn't expect to hold on to anyone, I can't imagine it'd be to popular.
I didn't really expect to sell anyone interested, I sort of knew that they'd never stand for it, and thus escape.
But it'd be a one-shot deal, come to think of it. Can't keep your goods under control, you're outta here.
(heh heh...found it)I went the whole nine yards for this one...how he thinks was the biggest thing here, I followed Gideon's advice from a few dozen pages back. I really liked the premise for Alexander, I didn't wanna blow it with a half-baked persona.
As for background, well...it's nebulous.
Try not to post much just yet but feel free to make your profiles and transfer over you character rosters if you like. And you may also start to transfer over anything you want saved from these boards over to the Files Backup Area.
Oh and for your profiles, if you want to know where to get the GIFs that I have for my avatars on the new sites and more then dont hesitate to ask.
Yep Epic thats how it works pretty much and from what I understand the Gleemax terms of use are going to be worded even worse for the posters. My newest arena site's File Backup Area will serve as a place to post your ideas freely without forfeiting the rights to them. I mayeven have to expand it so that more ideas can be posted there.
Hey, you know that if you post ANYTHING on these forums you surrender all rights to it to WotC?
I can see it now...
Sorcen's Arena in Hell
an adventure suitable for six characters between level 25 and 30
Are you tough enough to survive Wizards of the Coast's newest adventure? This highly complex game features countless NPCs to test your strength against, from the blood thirsty Caben Durr, to the subtle magician Ender Chant (sorry, had to get him in there!)
Over sixty different possible adventures, more than thirty original NPCs and a completely new take on gladiatorial combat...we of R&D have made complex backstories and subtle interactions between the supporting cast of fighters, and the fiend lord Sorcen Anenooata.
Offers about sixty hours of play.
Actually I WotC has taken one of my ideas, Valander's cloak of Tiamat illusion, they made it into a spell in the Complete Scoudrel book called Manifestation of the Diety. But I dont really mind, I put my ideas out there for the community to use and if WotC wishes to use my ideas for their books then that is completely reasonable. It would be nice to have credit for the ideas though, perhaps just a tiny print at the bottom of the spell saying an idea by Sorcen Anenooata or some such.
Huh...well, I suppose it'd be neat to play the arena from a d20 perspective. And flattering to have everyone's characters made into stats and such...but still. It's the principle of the thing.
I think it would be interesting to see Sorcen's Arena the RPG and it would definitely be flattering to a point but I also understand what you mean by the principle of it. They dont bother to ask permission and observe common courtesy in such a matter and they dont give you credit even.
Lady Tiazarii, Visiting Dignitary
Tiazaraii is a stately, slender elfin woman with glowing cyan eyes and a slightly curved figure. She is clad in a pale lavender dress that would be indecent on a prostitute but manages to look appropriate on her, despite showing far too much of her pale cleavage for decency's sake. She radiates a palpable aura of power and vigor, but her pointed teeth and nails show her true nature. Indeed, Tiazaraii is a twisted parody of a tulani eladrin, cursed with a thirst for blood and violence not entirely sated by her celestial nature. Yet despite this, she manages to maintain a love of life's pleasures, be they carnal or spiritual.
The ultimate redeemed villain, and the ultimate corrupted holy being, Lady Tiazaraii.
She smiles, showing rows of gleaming fangs. The entire crowd roars, though whether cheering or cursing you cannot tell. Sweeping her hand upward, she releases a bolt of scintillating cyan power to explode over the center of the arena.
The ultimate redeemed villain, and the ultimate corrupted holy being, Lady Tiazaraii.
She smiles, showing rows of gleaming fangs. The entire crowd roars, though whether cheering or cursing you cannot tell. Sweeping her hand upward, she releases a bolt of scintillating cyan power to explode over the center of the arena.
'Course, I wanted to roleplay him properly, I didn't want the concept to go to waste, so to speak. So when working out how he thinks, I decided his thing was that he goes with the flow. But I didn't wanna have an easy going, talkative type, that was too much like Ender (although Ender tends to make his own flow).
However, I'm sorta feeling constrained by this...he's not at all the talkative type, or at least, thus far he isn't, so most of what he's done so far is observe. Of what little he's done, he hasn't explained, so I'm worried that the posts concerning him are terse and slow.
...I'm just rambling, everyone. Just thinking aloud more than anything.
But anyways...I'm going to take a day or so to work out some more details about this character. Unlike Ender, where I had a pretty good idea of where I wanted to go, I made Alexander partly based on inspiration, partly because Ender's currently in limbo (no, not the plane).
I'm gonna re-post his entrance shortly, and probably edit out his first one with a polite note explaining it's disappearance, if that's okay with all parties concerned.
for joining up. is to put it into your sig and name it. You can kinda advertise the Battle Royale that way. Oh, and are you game for a fight once you put up a char?i'll have to think about my character concept for a while though.
Oh, I've noticed that the School has kinda died out. Septimus, could you try to deal with all the new entrants? Oh, and Dex asked you a question, Sorcen. (About 2 months ago...)
Remember though I'm not very good at stats and such.
The most important thing you'll probably wanna know about in terms of forum tricks is the Spoiler block, you make 'em like this: [noparse]
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I'm not sure how much more I can contribute, now that you're going past the idea phase to actually pinning down levels and such. I've just not got enough real game experience to make accurate judgments about that sorta thing.
AAAARGH!
Several minutes pass, until three five pointed stars come into view, forming a triangle around a youth, naught but sixteen years old. The silver stars slowly lower him to the floor of the arena, until they finally fade, their charge gently deposited on the floor of the arena. In the starlight, his features are unusually sharp - although he looks human, something in his face seems otherwise - those in the audience with magical sight can sense a disguise. He wears a simple, unbuttoned white linen shirt over a closer fitting navy one, and around his waist is a deep green sash, it's ends trailing down to his knees. He walks up to the ledger, combatants wordlessly parting to admit him, where he signs his name with the tip of his index finger: Alexander.
Alexander
It was on a cold, bleak night in our tower that we found out. We had burned all of the allotted coal, and all of us were freezing. The gas lamps provided light, but little heat. So cold...in a vivid flash, a pattern came to me, curved and knotted lines of light. A path, with something waiting at the end. I called to it, and Fire answered. The other wizards were shocked, and scared for my own sake. That night was my last in the Wizard's Tower.
In each generation of the royal family of Stratus, there is a Summoner. It is this son or daughter who is to ascend the throne, without question.
Alexander is a Summoner - but not a child of the king. As a court magician, it wasn't long until his talent was discovered, not only by the other mages, but by the king. And having no children with this power, Alexander was deemed to have stolen the family magic, and was to be executed as twilight fell over Stratus the night the king uncovered his strength.
Immediately imprisoned, Alexander tried every spell he learned to break free, without success. His executioner had just opened the door, when the boy managed to reverse a Summon into a Sending, and sent himself away from his jail, with no clue as to where he would land.
By the time he has come to the Baator, he has been tracked by a cabal of mages across the multiverse, having befriended countless creatures that he can now call for aid. Hopefully, Hell is far enough from his home that he won't be tracked down.
In each generation of the royal family of Stratus, there is a Summoner. It is this son or daughter who is to ascend the throne, without question.
Alexander is a Summoner - but not a child of the king. As a court magician, it wasn't long until his talent was discovered, not only by the other mages, but by the king. And having no children with this power, Alexander was deemed to have stolen the family magic, and was to be executed as twilight fell over Stratus the night the king uncovered his strength.
Immediately imprisoned, Alexander tried every spell he learned to break free, without success. His executioner had just opened the door, when the boy managed to reverse a Summon into a Sending, and sent himself away from his jail, with no clue as to where he would land.
By the time he has come to the Baator, he has been tracked by a cabal of mages across the multiverse, having befriended countless creatures that he can now call for aid. Hopefully, Hell is far enough from his home that he won't be tracked down.
And I think I'll simply edit the first posts, since his mindset has probably changed towards what it was originally. I'll need to fix his dialog, is all.
I'd recommend the essay that's linked in there, it gave me a lotta good ideas.
Also, check out my shaman class, I wrote two more spirits, two more shaman-only feats (admittedly probably on the weak side, but flavorful) and gave them shield proficiency:D .
Also, on a less mechanical note, any thoughts on Alexander?
Iasheur Artinkson, Divine lord of the arctic warrior bear tribe
Iasheur could be found within the front lines of battle, his snow white fur streaked and splattered with scarlet blood, towering over men as he tears foe after foe apart with spell and claw alike. After the fall of his tribe Iasheur fell out of grace with the beings that granted him his ancient magic, he then wandered the lands as a sellsword for years untill meeting a demon who promised Iasheur the return of his ungodly powers if he could perform a certain "errand" for the blood-crazed demon, an errand that to this day Iasheur seeks to fullfill...
Iasheur is of an ancient race of bear folk. He has the appearance of a polar bear but the posture (and opposable thumbs) of a human.
He stands many feet taller than any man and is even larger than most of his species. His fur is forever stained with blood that maches the color of his glaring, demonic eyes.
Iasheur could be found within the front lines of battle, his snow white fur streaked and splattered with scarlet blood, towering over men as he tears foe after foe apart with spell and claw alike. After the fall of his tribe Iasheur fell out of grace with the beings that granted him his ancient magic, he then wandered the lands as a sellsword for years untill meeting a demon who promised Iasheur the return of his ungodly powers if he could perform a certain "errand" for the blood-crazed demon, an errand that to this day Iasheur seeks to fullfill...
Iasheur is of an ancient race of bear folk. He has the appearance of a polar bear but the posture (and opposable thumbs) of a human.
He stands many feet taller than any man and is even larger than most of his species. His fur is forever stained with blood that maches the color of his glaring, demonic eyes.
EDIT: Oh, and you might want to sblock that. Remember, [noparse]
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I know its been absolutely ages but I'm back, finally, or at least I hope to be back we'll see how it goes...
But assuming I am able to be back, then the Illithid Triumverate are back in the creature creation buisness!!!! Be Afraid!!!! Be very afraid!!!! No need to cower in the corner just yet, as I've got to finish making some first :P
Anyway back to the lab...
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It comes out like this:
Your Text Here.
Welcome back PartyTricks, hope to see you in a match soon.
Aya and I will be leaving in a few minutes and will be gone until tomorrow night.
Iasheur Artinkson.
"This will suffice, I assume?" He growls, almost inaudably.
Felbjorn Kvell
Felbrin Kvell was born a child of the Hringhamm tribe in the frigid North reaches of Jorgunvarld. At the age of 11, he developed signs of the berserkergang: uncontrollable rages followed by periods of withdrawl, an insular, quiet nature, and a temper that came to a slow, simmering boil before exploding in furious flame. Upon his thirteenth winter-birth, he was inducted into Odin's Warriors, the berserkers, and given his bear-name, Felbjorn.
Felbjorn was unlike the other berserkers. Though he trained with them, learning to throw an axe or wield one, to bring on the berserkergang at his command, he was yet different. For he also studied with the tribe's vitki, the man who communed with the gods, learning the secrets of the runes and the galdr, their energy.
Felbjorn was unlike the other berserkers. Though he trained with them, learning to throw an axe or wield one, to bring on the berserkergang at his command, he was yet different. For he also studied with the tribe's vitki, the man who communed with the gods, learning the secrets of the runes and the galdr, their energy.
and yes i know i didn't post a character. Im shadewing (the race is in my sig in "stuff ive found good" elven starstepper FTW.)and my psudeodragon is flamewing. Im a mystery to all and I like it!
but really.....
shadewing
One of the elven starsteppers, shadewing is a half gold dragon and has a knack for taking magic and shooting it right back. When most of his clan was killed by a crazed wizard that was the only ability that saved him. He trained his summoning abilitys and now can summon many things from creatures to scrolls and his psudeodragon. He even got so many divine abilitys that the magic blended together. He casts an odd combination of arcane and divine. Dont annoy him or find yourself on the end of a fireball, hes CN. There are some abilities he has that noone knows, and a lot of shrunken and dancing stuff. Yes ALOT.
One of the elven starsteppers, shadewing is a half gold dragon and has a knack for taking magic and shooting it right back. When most of his clan was killed by a crazed wizard that was the only ability that saved him. He trained his summoning abilitys and now can summon many things from creatures to scrolls and his psudeodragon. He even got so many divine abilitys that the magic blended together. He casts an odd combination of arcane and divine. Dont annoy him or find yourself on the end of a fireball, hes CN. There are some abilities he has that noone knows, and a lot of shrunken and dancing stuff. Yes ALOT.
The roar echoes its way through the planar fabric, resonating back to focus into one point of condensed sound, nearly tangible. It crescendoes, pounding on the eardrums of the devils in the stands... And it dies out, leaving only a pinpoint of darkness floating above the ground. It twists, writhes, contorts, to form a design that splits, as though cut. But it was indeed cut, by a thick, gritty iron axe that flips around to hook onto the runes with its roughly bent balance spike. Something tugs on the axe haft, bound in rough hide, and a man pulls himself through hand over callused hand.
He drops lightly to the ground with grace belying his size. For he is large, standing nearly seven feet tall with bulging muscles and huge hands. His hair and skin are pale and smooth, marred only by a a set of strange scars, puckered and red. They are shaped like strange sigils, resembling the Dwarven runic script. Forty-eight of the sigils adorn his body, evenly spaced over his exposed skin. He is clothed only in a loincloth and the skin on a bear, draped and cut so as to fit like a cloak or robe. The skin is belted on with a strip of green felt with a brass buckle. Tucked into the simple belt is a small, oddly bulging pouch and a knapsack.
He slips the battleaxe into a loop of rawhide on his belt and strides over to the ledger. He eyes it for a moment, clearly comprehending the script, before opening the pouch at his belt. He withdraws a few small, rectangular stones; runestones; and lays thirteen of them on the ledger face-down. They sit there for a moment, utterly mundane, before he scoops them back into the pouch. Thirteen runes remain, seemingly cut into the ledger:
Spoiler warning: ending details below.
Father Logan
Michael Logan was a young man in love. This was the essence of his life, until the war. His love was strong, but his patriotism won out, so off he went to fight. The war was long, too long. He spent two years overseas, and over time, he stopped writing. His girlfriend was beside herself with grief, given over to standing to wait for the mail every day. When the letters stopped, she turned to a young man for consolation. He fell in love with her, though not she with him, and they were married.
When Michael returned, she did not tell him. Caught in a storm after a day of reunion, the two spent the night in an old man's garden. When he found the two of them, he revealed his bombshell: the woman's matrimony. He left rather abruptly, and they did not meet again for five years.
During this time, that old man had gotten into a spot of trouble with the law. The woman's husband was the only one thta could help, so the man blackmailed her: she would persuade her husband to help, or he would reveal her affair with Michael.
By now, Michael had become a priest, and a successful one at that. She turned to him for help. They met at night, from nine to eleven. When he returned to the rectory, he saw someone sneaking in late, at about quarter to midnight. It was a poor immigrant, Otto, who worked there as a cleaner. He was nervous, scared, and a bit sad. He told Michael he had a confession to make.
He was a murderer. And he had killed the man who had been blackmailing Michael's girlfriend.
Naturally, when this came out, Michael was the prime suspect. But against all odds, he was found Not Guilty by the jury. The people had their own opinion. As the mob outside threatened to overwhelm him, he prayed to his God-- and God answered. He was thrown across time and space and into Hell. Baator, specifically.
Michael Logan was a young man in love. This was the essence of his life, until the war. His love was strong, but his patriotism won out, so off he went to fight. The war was long, too long. He spent two years overseas, and over time, he stopped writing. His girlfriend was beside herself with grief, given over to standing to wait for the mail every day. When the letters stopped, she turned to a young man for consolation. He fell in love with her, though not she with him, and they were married.
When Michael returned, she did not tell him. Caught in a storm after a day of reunion, the two spent the night in an old man's garden. When he found the two of them, he revealed his bombshell: the woman's matrimony. He left rather abruptly, and they did not meet again for five years.
During this time, that old man had gotten into a spot of trouble with the law. The woman's husband was the only one thta could help, so the man blackmailed her: she would persuade her husband to help, or he would reveal her affair with Michael.
By now, Michael had become a priest, and a successful one at that. She turned to him for help. They met at night, from nine to eleven. When he returned to the rectory, he saw someone sneaking in late, at about quarter to midnight. It was a poor immigrant, Otto, who worked there as a cleaner. He was nervous, scared, and a bit sad. He told Michael he had a confession to make.
He was a murderer. And he had killed the man who had been blackmailing Michael's girlfriend.
Naturally, when this came out, Michael was the prime suspect. But against all odds, he was found Not Guilty by the jury. The people had their own opinion. As the mob outside threatened to overwhelm him, he prayed to his God-- and God answered. He was thrown across time and space and into Hell. Baator, specifically.
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[color=White]A man is there, standing by the arena. He does not appear, but is simply, inexplicably there. He is fairly tall, somewhat slender, and has short brown hair and brown eyes. His garb is a black cassock, with no adornments. He carries nothing, and looks somewhat bewildered. He glances around, his gaze alighting on the ledger. He walks over and asks, "
wait, I have a question. If we lose in a match are we out or do we get to come back?
You come back. Usually, the match is decided by a ruling from the judges, so fights aren't to the death or anything like that. The same character can fight again as many times as you like, really.
(And I like the bear-shirt thing, what with the word berserker coming from bear shirt and so forth)
Hey, did you know that the so-called barbarians were cleaner and more hygenic than the people they raided?
They also never had horns on their helmets. (There was a Viking exhibit in Dublin that my family went to see, they had all sorts of fun facts. Skalds, runes, berserkers, etc.)
In Europe, people threw garbage (and other stuff) out their windows. Onto people. It's a miracle European civilization survived the Dark Ages.
Narsiciss:
A beautiful woman stands with her head bowed before me, her scant, silk clothing, leaves much of her soft, ebony flesh revealed to the eye. The blood red tattoos adorning her body draw me to her with some unearthly magic. Her scarlet hair ripples and flows down her back like the most divine of waterfalls. She raises her lovely head to face me, and I know her visage must have been carved by something more perfect than angels. The woman reaches a hand out and strokes me with a gossamer touch. Then she speaks, her voice the most enchanting song ever sung:
“Hello, mortal and why do I find you here on this wonderful day?" I prepare to speak but no words leave my mouth. The woman giggles, then brushes my lips with hers. There is a tingle then a stabbing horrific pain in my throat an explosion of blood tears through my stomach. I cough, another burst of blood shoots from my mouth followed by another burst of blood. I am now on my hands and knees and the woman is standing over me, laughing. I roll over onto my back and with the last of my life I see her drop something, a…a tube of lipstick, poison lipstick.
Narsiciss is the daughter of an angel but her father's a demon, she landed somewhere in between the two extremes, though she wields the powers of both light and dark she prefers to answer to the evil side. After slaughtering her parents, Narsiciss left and went abroad. She would seduce some lord to marry her with her charisma, and then murder him in his sleep, taking control of his realm and soldiers, and repeat the process. Until she gained control of hundreds of worlds. Once she had taken control of enough planets, she learned new technologies to defend her empire, with the combinations of her beauty, he powers, and this advanced technology she is a very powerful emperess
The weapons she uses in battle are her charm, demonic/angelic magic, and dual revolvers.
A beautiful woman stands with her head bowed before me, her scant, silk clothing, leaves much of her soft, ebony flesh revealed to the eye. The blood red tattoos adorning her body draw me to her with some unearthly magic. Her scarlet hair ripples and flows down her back like the most divine of waterfalls. She raises her lovely head to face me, and I know her visage must have been carved by something more perfect than angels. The woman reaches a hand out and strokes me with a gossamer touch. Then she speaks, her voice the most enchanting song ever sung:
“Hello, mortal and why do I find you here on this wonderful day?" I prepare to speak but no words leave my mouth. The woman giggles, then brushes my lips with hers. There is a tingle then a stabbing horrific pain in my throat an explosion of blood tears through my stomach. I cough, another burst of blood shoots from my mouth followed by another burst of blood. I am now on my hands and knees and the woman is standing over me, laughing. I roll over onto my back and with the last of my life I see her drop something, a…a tube of lipstick, poison lipstick.
Narsiciss is the daughter of an angel but her father's a demon, she landed somewhere in between the two extremes, though she wields the powers of both light and dark she prefers to answer to the evil side. After slaughtering her parents, Narsiciss left and went abroad. She would seduce some lord to marry her with her charisma, and then murder him in his sleep, taking control of his realm and soldiers, and repeat the process. Until she gained control of hundreds of worlds. Once she had taken control of enough planets, she learned new technologies to defend her empire, with the combinations of her beauty, he powers, and this advanced technology she is a very powerful emperess
The weapons she uses in battle are her charm, demonic/angelic magic, and dual revolvers.
I kind of like the succubus, but the poison lipstick is a bit overboard.
:gag: :barf: darn. No go.. Are any open? I might as well go to IC 1 via sorcen's earlier ruling.Oh, Xanaphina, I was meaning to ask, is your bear character based on the bears from The Golden Compass?
Yeah, I was kind of inspired by that but it isn't quite the same.
whats up my loyal followers.
Good point though - where is everyone? Starting school must really take a lot out of you (I dunno, 'cause I don't start 'till Monday :D)
But, meanwhile, I think I've found him a theme song: Take Five
Whatcha think? For some reason, I thought it worked well for his M.O. It just seemed to click.
(Kidding, of course)
Speakin' of which, I'm thinking that I'll withdraw Ender outta the tournament - anyone want a go with him?
The sky darkens as a thick cloud of wet, grey fog rolls across the hellish landscape. The fog carries with it a hint of rain, the smell of sulphur, and an acrid taste that burns the mouth. Thunder rumbles, and the sky opens up to unleash a burning bolt of orange-tinged lightning. The lightning strikes the ground at the foot of the pedestal. The ground cracks, echoing the peal of deafening thunder that follows the strike. A great fissure opens, and below it... nothing.
Out of the gap rises a figure, holding a blur of flame. As he rises above the ground, the fissure grinds shut. He lowers to the ground and approaches the stand. He stands about six feet tall, a striking figure garbed in dark clothing and holding a sword. The weapon is a straight blade, engraved with odd glyphs and engulfed in a heatless cloud of orange flame. The fire vanishes as though sucked through the runes. He sheathes the sword and runs a hand down the white leather bandoleer across his chest. Seven tubular leather pouches hang from the bandoleer with ebony handles poking out the tops. The smallest is about the size of a pill bottle, while the largest is nearly as large as a jar.
He steps up to the ledger and opens his mouth, the inside blazing with orange fire. As he speaks, he drags his finger across the ledger, leaving the words burned into the book as though with a brand.
Dhavid
Dhavid was born and raised in the town of Qyrre along the River Ratterlin, though he always feared the water's icy depths. He had from birth a strange feeling as though he could feel the life of everyone near him. Life was warm, sometimes hot, like the flame of a taper or the last embers of a fire. Life was comforting, like the caress of a mother's hand, like a warm bed.
Then he knew death. The feeling was cold, like a candle snuffed, an ember doused. Touches of warmth were scarce, then. He spent days by the graveside, mourning her passing. Only then did he feel. A doorway, like a grey shadow across the earth. He felt, and ceased to weep. He felt, and passed through.
Death was cold, numbingly so. The pain was duller there. The waters calmed him, the current tugging at his knees. He stayed there for days in a fugue, wanting the sorrrow to pass him by. Slowly, silently, the chill of Death froze over his wounds and his heart and he felt no more. He woke crusted in ice and tired, as though he had spent many hours, days, weeks awake. And then he slept.
Dreams came to him, terrible dreams, dreams of power and of death, dreams of life and dreams of pain, and always he woke to the tolling of a bell, high and pure. A bell called Astarel.
Then he knew death. The feeling was cold, like a candle snuffed, an ember doused. Touches of warmth were scarce, then. He spent days by the graveside, mourning her passing. Only then did he feel. A doorway, like a grey shadow across the earth. He felt, and ceased to weep. He felt, and passed through.
Death was cold, numbingly so. The pain was duller there. The waters calmed him, the current tugging at his knees. He stayed there for days in a fugue, wanting the sorrrow to pass him by. Slowly, silently, the chill of Death froze over his wounds and his heart and he felt no more. He woke crusted in ice and tired, as though he had spent many hours, days, weeks awake. And then he slept.
Dreams came to him, terrible dreams, dreams of power and of death, dreams of life and dreams of pain, and always he woke to the tolling of a bell, high and pure. A bell called Astarel.
Edit: well, actually, I'm in a match with you now...so I'll have Ender fight you, unless someone else wants a match (spread the fun a little, y'know) before, like, tomorrow.
Sorcen, what's open here?
He's pretty cool, by the way...very mysterious.
Assimilation
Alfred Drake
Exocet Light
Morpheus
Dark Ages
Celtic Hand
To get any of these, go to CoolText.
I always preferred colored speech myself. But I think there's a character who speaks in Impact, is it?...no, that's not right. Meh.
Anyways...
EDIT: Maybe an IC III over here? Whaddaya think, Sorcen?
But...do we need an IC III? Things here have been...well, dead. I hope cog, Gareth, and everyone else come back soon. We could probably make use of an IC thread here, and no one would notice - the fight'd be over by the time the original users got back...
G'night for now.
Also, like I said before, I'm currently in a fight with E3, so Xanaphina, if you would like (and, if Epic's okay with it, of course) I'll set Ender on you. This way, more people can get a chance to fight.
Unless Epic would like a shot at Ender, which I get the feeling s/he does.
If that's the case, I'll see if I can make another character to fight with, a walk on like Michael.
I dont have time to check really but if Arena 3 on the new site is open go ahead to it or if you want to go ahead and make an IC3 over here, I just didnt want to flood the forum with too many of threads but its happened anyway. I dont really have time or anything to make the IC3 so feel free to go ahead and make it yourselves.
Xanaphina, if Gordonml hasnt been posting enough for you then you can always have a new character jump into a three-way match with Ender and Dhavid, if they're fine with it.
And I'll go ahead and make an IC III here- I like sblocks and fonts too much to switch for this battle.
And yeah, I think Arena matches tend to be one on one. I'll make a character to fight you, Xanaphina - maybe in the Training Room, or on whichever arena you're fighting Gordonml (the character could jump in to fight for a little while, if/when Gordonml comes back, he'll leave you to the rest of the match, sound good?
Okay, then. IC III sounds good.
And yeah, I think Arena matches tend to be one on one. I'll make a character to fight you, Xanaphina - maybe in the Training Room, or on whichever arena you're fighting Gordonml (the character could jump in to fight for a little while, if/when Gordonml comes back, he'll leave you to the rest of the match, sound good?
yeah that sounds good we're fighting in IC 1.
In real life I'm a pretty dependable guy, so I thought I'd have some fun and be a little more spontaneous. Like the wind.
'sides, when I first wrote up my signature, I took some time to think of something clever - then thought of changing it to keep it interesting. Why should it be static? I can make it whatever I want.
Xan- I could fight you if you wish, Dragor is unoccupied right now as 'Deca has been scrapped.
Xanaphina: I'm open to that suggestion, although I believe that E3 would like a one-on-one for Ender v. Dhavid (how is that pronounced, by the way? I've been mentally reading it "dah-VEED" for some reason) and personally, I'd like a one on one, too, what with the madness of the Mage Duel.
But anyways, Xanaphina, looks like you've got an opponent, so we're all set, no?
No, begin. That's it. Begin. In IC 3. The fight-thing. Yeah. Huh?
I can stay on for another few minutes :D
Official challenge to Epic Evoker Elf:
Consider this the gantlet being cast down at your feet. I wish a battle with you, one on one no holds bared. Should you except I will be using Raziel and would hope you would use an appropriate caricature. Also I would like to raise the stakes a little, let me explain, you win I alter my sig. with a “battlescar” example “this scar is where I was defeated by E3” . And vice versa. Finally I would like to add that this battle would also have a few rules such as 20 post limit each, no ooc: babble lest it be ignored and cost a post, auto-hits enabled, of course no insta-kill, so this guarantees a judgment call after 40 post, no limit on posts other wise.
Forgive me in advance for I am going to try something new I hope I am not overstepping my bounds.
Official challenge to Epic Evoker Elf:
Consider this the gantlet being cast down at your feet. I wish a battle with you, one on one no holds bared. Should you except I will be using Raziel and would hope you would use an appropriate caricature. Also I would like to raise the stakes a little, let me explain, you win I alter my sig. with a “battlescar” example “this scar is where I was defeated by E3” . And vice versa. Finally I would like to add that this battle would also have a few rules such as 20 post limit each, no ooc: babble lest it be ignored and cost a post, auto-hits enabled, of course no insta-kill, so this guarantees a judgment call after 40 post, no limit on posts other wise.
This is seriously overstepping the bounds of the arena, for reasons I will henceforth outline. I will thus do as Keladry of Mindelan did in Tamora Pierce's Squire and walk away from your gauntlet unanswered-for.
First, the battlescar is appropriate to impose on yourself but I would not add one were I to lose. I'm evil that way. Second, 20 posts is not enough to do much. Third, no OOC is ridiculous, as it is the only way of communicating important things like 'WTF' and 'please explain' to your opponent. Auto-hits enabled is just stupid and un-Baatorian, because it makes the battle rather boring. And besides, you'd regret it.
Have I explained myself in a satisfactory manner? I am also in the midst of two other battles, a fact you may have overlooked. So another day, perhaps...
Your other battles I was entirely aware of, what I was not aware of what that one more would be such a burden to you, many apologies. As for no OOC: it reinforced the 20-post rule to make the battle sort and sweet. And keep combatants from being a “nanny” in the post board, Pming works just fine.
No reason to be smug if you don’t want to I am cool with it.
yo Xan, you hve any idea about what arena's are open?
No Idea. but gordonml just started posting again so I can fight him now, if you find a open arena i would gladly fight you with one of my other characters though.
Auto-hits are a myth, by the way. Roleplaying here is cooperative, so if you decide it wouldn't work, (which most posters would) it wouldn't work.
NorthWind you have accepted my challenge and shown much bravery. Name the place of the battle, May I recommend the black zodiac thread after I redecorate (failed idea on my part so it sits useless) or anywhere else you'd like.
Seven figures stride out into the center of the arena, and each in turn opens the great ledger and scribes a name.
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First is a short Asian-American girl, her petite feminine frame contrasting sharply with the chains and leather she has clothed herself in. From the combat boots and the cargo pants to the mid-riff leather jacket and the brilliant violet hair, she gives off the impression of someone who you don't want to get angry. The semi-auto on each thigh and the combat knife in the boot sheath help to cement this impression in the mind.
The name she signs is Jacquelyn Eva Pierce-Roswell.
A tall black man then steps up to the book. He wears little but a pair of baggy, battered cargo pants and open-toed sandals, which causes his powerful frame to be obvious and imposing. Muscles flex as he moves, and the two wavy blue bands encircling his left bicep seem to ripple like open water. To say he is built like an ox would be accurate, say Reginald Scott is built like an ox would be accurate...if oxen stood 6'7'' and could bench-press 400lbs. His face is angular and strong, his hair is pulled back into cornrows, and his expression is calm, collected, and stern, as if carved from living rock.
Setting aside a long staff topped at each end with a upward-facing crescent, he grips the pen in his massive hand and imprints his name on the roster. Reginald Taylor Scott.
His enormous frame steps aside, revealing a much smaller figure behind him. The family resemblance is immediate; this girl can be nothing but his sister. She is a little below average height, but muscular and tough in a attractive way. Her black hair hangs in tight braids about her face as if in dreadlocks and her ears each sport several small rings. She wears a ragged top with cut-off sleeves, which barely comes down to her midriff, and torn and baggy black cargo pants adorned with chains. Her shoes, however, are bright and new, giving the impression that this appearance isn't careless, but instead planned down to the last tear.
A few seconds later, the name Tamora Chanla Scott glistens in wet ink.
As Tamora steps down from the ledger, another girl leaps lightly up, laughing merrily. She seems completely out of place amongst her companions. Tall, slender, and obviously feminine, she is the very image of the anime-lover's dream girl. To top off the appearance, she wears a bright pink top and matching miniskirt, along with white tennis shoes. When you figure in her long, blond ponytails and small, delicate features, she seems to radiate an essence of cheerleader.
The only thing that seems out of place is the seven-foot long sword (Or is it a cleaver? It's hard to tell...) carried casually over one shoulder, as if it weighed nothing at all. The fact that it has a flower in the center of does little to make the paradox any better.
The name Nicole Emily Seeming is soon inscribed in the great tome.
Nicole skips lightly down from the platform, and her place is taken by a surprisingly short man with mid-length black hair. His face is angular and his brown eyes dance about in time with his motions, which are sudden and unpredictable. Yet he moves with remarkable grace for one so jumpy—so much so that the jerkiness is almost completely hidden.
His outfit is unremarkable; something that wouldn’t be out of place in a shopping center. A dark green long-sleeved shirt, covered by an orange-red T-shirt with an eagle across the chest. A pair of jeans completes the attire; he wears no shoes or socks, but instead walks barefoot.
His name is Travis Samuel D’Mario.
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A man of average height and weight mounts the platform next. His face is calm and intelligent, his hair black and unruly, as if he had been out in a strong breeze. He is unassuming, wearing nothing but an old purple T-shirt, a pair of tattered black cargo pants, and battered black sneakers, yet he seems to have a presence that extends beyond his physical body. His eyes, however, are extraordinary. Deep and dark, they appear to take in more than just the physical realm, and his expression is of one who understands all he sees.
He has been here before. He turns the page back, and the pen once more traces out the name, renewing the age-old contract. Dorian Edward Rike.
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And now the last man takes his place at the ledger. He too has come before, and at a wave of his hands the pages spin to the correct place.
The man pauses, sunlight glinting off his perfect teeth in a dazzling smile. His sharp, handsome profile stand silhouetted against the burning sun, and the rays dance and play about his windswept blond hair. He takes a pen from within his pristine white suit and writes once more over the name inscribed within.
Then he departs, leaving a name. Charles Henry Anstron.
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And so it was that one Gideon Gideonson had to much time in the evenings, and required a testing grounds for something that Baator has never yet seen. A team. And not just a favorable pairing of characters. A group trained to work together, each supporting and augmenting the powers of the others.
Jaquelyn "Jacki" Eva Pierce-Roswell, a specialist in manipulating the forces of the world around her. Matter, space, molecular forces, and the fundamental laws of physics are but guidelines to her power.
Reginald "Reg" Taylor Scott, one of the Scott twins. The elements of Earth and Water come to life at his command to protect his allies and demolish his foes...if his powerful physique isn't sufficient.
Tamora "Tam" Chanla Scott, Reg's twin sister. Air and Fire are her domain, and she wields them both with great skill. Fight or Flight with her is to be taken literally, and fighting fire with fire will do you no good.
Nicole "Nikki" Emily Seeming, a cheerleader, field hockey player, and melee goddess. Gifted with extraordinary endurance, strength, and speed, she makes short work of her foes with "Daisy," an unaptly named seven foot cleaver.
Travis "Trav" Samuel D'Mario, an unassuming man who nonetheless demonstrates an incredible skill. His form is fluid, capable of altering itself in a myriad of ways, and leaving his opponents confused and disoriented.
Dorian Edward Rike, a seer and telepath with the power to alter the flow of time. Past, present, and future are as one to him, and the mind is an open book. Mastermind and fearsome opponent both, his power is not to be underestimated.
And Charles "Coin" Henry Anstron, a failed Sigil Prep mage who nevertheless commands power beyond mortal comprehension. The fact that it is completely uncontrolled just adds to the fun.
Together, they are the Magnificent Seven. Like the heroes of the 1960 movie from which they take their name, they stand for far more than a mere seven should be able to, and they enter Baator to take on all comers.
Bring what you will, bring who you will. Number and power is meaningless...the Seven will not back down.
Gid: hi there
Cool, a team - I'd like to take that one on, if may. Should it be a team vs. another team, or can I just have one character have a go? (For those of you wondering who, I'm thinkin' Ender's fairy)
Pbs: No characters free, but there are fairy servants, new characters, etc. (For reference, I was making that post in a "I would do this, but..." frame of mind, but meh. I'll give it a shot, could be fun.)
Oh, right. Welcome back! Ender's had a few matches that I'm sorta proud of. So, y'know, things have been good.
I didnt miss much but it seems some events have happened in my absence. First and foremost. welcome back Gideon, I've been thinking of teams as well, namely my Conclave of Liches character concepts, and it will help immensely around here to have an old school member to illustrate things for these new players.
To address a few other things. Yes 3-way matches are completely feasible in the arena, we have several shining examples of such matches. Team matches are also possible and examples of such matches have been excellent and truly epic sights to behold.
PBS's ideas work just fine, as long as the opponent will agree to all terms. Neither player could be beholden to the sig stipulations though due to its ease of changing and the basis of the stipulation in honor. Epic, its just fine for you to choose not to participate in this match but choose your words more carefully next time and be courteous to others. And to cite an example and disprove Epic's claim that 20 posts is not enough to decisively end a match; most of our very first matches were concluded in the span of only 10-20 total posts. Epic was right about one thing though, auto-hits are proven to be less efficient and alot less fair, although I understand where you are coming from PBS.
And as it says in multiple places, refrain from doing OOC only posts in the IC threads. Thats one of Aya's pet peeves, as many of you have found out.
Anyway no offense meant towards any of you, I merely had to address some of these issues since I am back from my hiatus, as it were.
What I meant by OOC was little sblocks accompanying IC posts, as permitted in the introduction. Sorry for sounding a bit... smug. I'm kinda mad at this guy on Classes/PrCs right now and I'm having trouble with the courtesy aspect. Again, sorry.
And, in response to all the greetings, Hello! Nice to see everyone again. :D
Gid, how about northwind makes a guy with mutipule-mans powers plus like a radom power per clone. it could work as a team and get x = hits
IM NOT WORTHY! IM NOT WORTHY!
PBS: well, sure thing, I'll take you on too. Location...hmm. It'd be interesting for a duel to break out in a random place (it'd be like the characters really just met and decided to have a duel) like the library or something. That's a little out there, though. So yeah, I think maybe the Council'd be good. Sure, it's a base for necromancers on the Negative Energy Plane. Meh...what could possibly go wrong?
E3, what's wrong on the PrC board?
Elements to memorize.
A friend of mine at lunch today said "Do you think it's weird that I've memorized the periodic table of the elements?"
(Now, for the record, most of my friends aren't like this guy)
I was like "No, not really." (That's 'cause I didn't believe him, though) So I pulled out my trusty student planner, with it's Periodic table. I started drilling him, with random numbers. He got Every. Single. One. From Yttrium to Hafnium, he got them all. It was AMAZING. In an uncanny way.
Sorry. Just thought I'd share that with you all.
And it's technically on the Classes board. I got p¡ssed at some guy who made a Treasure Hunter class and kinda flamed him a bit. It's still cooling down, but he refuses to make any of the changes that I recommended (and flamed him for).
Hello Gideon, ive heard a lot about you, and apparently you are a very good roleplayer, it is a pleasure to meet you.
:OMG! Gideon...Gideonson... i...i...
IM NOT WORTHY! IM NOT WORTHY!
*blush*
Thank you both very much, although I think that lunoc might be going a bit overboard...
Anyway, Northwind, if you want to assemble a little team yourself I'm ready whenever. Posting will be slow, as my comp is in the shop (stupid motherboard failure...), but I'll do the best I can.
To anyone else who wishes to fight, I CAN carry on multiple battles at a time if people want me to. :D
That's all from me at the moment though...back to studying Euclidian Geometry :D
Yes, I think I'll try for a team of...mmm...three. Making seven fully realized characters is currently beyond the ken of my free time, I think. So, if you don't mind waiting a day or so, I'll have a team ready to go.
Actually, I think I might already have a character for the job, come to think of it...
(Euclidean geometry is all planar relationships, yeah? I'm stuck with radicals, imaginary numbers, and powers of i *sigh*)
EDIT: PBS, how 'bout a duel with an alchemist? I've got an idea for a FMA-inspired alchemist bouncing 'round in my head, sound good to you?
giddion vs. Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer, The great black one, The creator of the corrupted, The never-ending avenger
and
gidion vs. Hestaby
made me want to join the arena! i didn't have an account before i read those! you were like the first competitor!
.Now, I'd like to have a 1v1 match with you using a swordsage... yeah, I just got ToB
. My busy streak is almost over, so I'll have him up today/tommorow, you're welcome to take a look at the background of the D&D character version too, when it's up.With sudden, feral speed, the creature tosses the chains back, letting them melt away into the shadows once more, and smashes one of its unnatural claws down on the form, scratching out a single name into the table itself.
Kathris Terall
Yeah, I had some time on my hands, and I love the character idea
. The original is a thri-kreen Shadow hand/Tiger Claw (mostly) swordsage, CE and, if you catch him in a good mood, only moderately psychotic. his weapons consist of 4 spiked chains, as you may have guessed.The boss version is much the same, but gestalted with rogue, and acts as the best assassin around. Why? Well, he's calm and calculated at all times, butchering his targets methodically and with extreme presicion, not to mention being, y'know, insanely powerful (9th level gestalt). The best bit as an assassin? Well, if you're letting him kill something, that's enough. You don't even need to pay him.. that is, assuming you survive talking to him in the first place.
So, that's Kathris Terall, AKA The Ripper.
(That being said, don't wait on me, Gideon. In all seriousness, I'm aiming for all of my characters to be as good as Ender without being repetitive)
Cog, welcome back from your busy streak...your character creeps me out, by the way, good job!
In all seriousness, I'll just wait... I look forewards to making the warper and Max join the fray... the latter is not really a soulforgean, but he's been there for a long time... same goes for Munchlord, whom I planned on pulling to the soulforgean team as well.
Team rooster:
Loex - lord of vermin, pain and disease
Munchlord - rune mage, specialist in defences and planar wreckage
Artak - necromancer
Dramuk - shaper of the four classic elements a few more and the strands of reality in general.
Dragor Shadowfury - melee warrior, assassin and trickster
Max - a geek with an unusually real virtual world
Con Wuih - let's just say you'd prefer the worst nightmare you can think up.
The Warper - no one know what it is... In fact it isn't the same thing for much time in a row.
Ziel - when fully equipped with melds he is scary in melee, but don't think you are safe just because you are at a distance... and don't enrage him.
Far from eloquent, but it is accurate. Chillingly so.
:Skymeriac(don't ask)
Skymeriac is a gnoll-half vampire, that hunts down creatures of the night(werewolves, zombies, vampires etc.) His main weapons are a pump-action shotgun and two one-handed submachine guns, he can also manipulate,but not summon light(yes, even though he's a vampire) and no one knows anything about his past. He wears a leather jackes and studded leather gloves and died his hair pitch-black with streaks of green
I know you will all just be like
but oh frickin well(Euclidean geometry is all planar relationships, yeah? I'm stuck with radicals, imaginary numbers, and powers of i *sigh*)
In theory, yes. However, my college works on a much more in-depth basis, trying to figure out the reasoning BEHIND it rather than the geometry itself. We had, for example, a three hour class debating the nature of a straight line and points.
I long for the days of simple radicals and imaginary numbers.
[i]A shadow....
So, that's Kathris Terall, AKA The Ripper.
NICE! Now...to find someone to fight against something like that...
Give me a day or so, and that little insect will have his hands full.
Anyone seen Tom Lehrer's songs 'The Elements' and 'New Math?' Priceless.
Agreed. Both are amazing.
Yeah, he's the best.
giddion are you kidding? the
giddion vs. Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer, The great black one, The creator of the corrupted, The never-ending avenger
and
gidion vs. Hestaby
made me want to join the arena! i didn't have an account before i read those! you were like the first competitor!
:embarrass
...You guys are awesome. Thank you both very much.
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Anyway, Dragor, Northwind is up first for the team match-ups, unless he wants to do a 1v1v1 as well (I'm fine either way). However, since he said not to wait on him, I'll let him tell me if he thinks he can get something working fairly soon (as in a week or so). If not, I'll gladly battle your little force.
And now, to go create a character willing and able to take on a super-naturally fast Shadowhand Thri-Kreen.
giddion are you kidding? the
giddion vs. Koronexesfetero'Rashzyxo'T'kad'Fer, The great black one, The creator of the corrupted, The never-ending avenger
and
gidion vs. Hestaby
made me want to join the arena! i didn't have an account before i read those! you were like the first competitor!
Wait....gideon already battled him??? Darn you gideon!......i wanted to kill him...
if you read his background, you'll see that he's not an assassin. he can be, and is very skilled at it, not to mention being...ah, enthusiastic enough that you don't need to pay him, but that's not what he normally does.
Oh, and he has just as much emphasis on Tiger Claw, y'know. The rest is diamond mind. (in fact, he's a 1st level character now... multi-weapon fighting with 4 shortswords, using a cold damage version of burning blade, but I digress. A lot.)
edit - how come someone fighting Kathris is cause for evil laughter on your end, gid? Is there something I should be aware of? Cruel And Unusual amounts of plutonium, perhaps?
And then there's my physics homework - "In the Reynold's Number equation, which is (D*V*L)/M=Reynold's number and the units for the variables are (...). What are the units of L?" (The only variable we didn't get, of course) We've been studying physics for seven days. The Reynolds number is for fluid dynamics. Fluid dynamics!?
Ranting aside, cool beans, Gideon, I'll do my utmost to make a team. Personally, I'd like a 1v1, 'cause I'm not too keen on another multi-poster fight yet, what with the Mage Duel going on in all of it's splendid chaos.
E3 I'll take a look at your Old Kingdom classes someday...right now, I'm on fifteen minute break, so I've not got the time at the moment.
Wait....gideon already battled him??? Darn you gideon!......i wanted to kill him...
your not alone id bet everyone wanted to have a crack at him. i mean, i came up with xalax's armor after reading his character
Ranting aside, cool beans, Gideon, I'll do my utmost to make a team. Personally, I'd like a 1v1, 'cause I'm not too keen on another multi-poster fight yet, what with the Mage Duel going on in all of it's splendid chaos.
If you'd prefer, I can go 1v1 with you and take on dragor's team instead. Your preference...I adapt easily :D
Wait....gideon already battled him??? Darn you gideon!......i wanted to kill him...
Well, two things. A: someone can be fought multiple times, and B: both of those opponents are no longer in the arena, so they aren't around to be fought anyway. Killing is also rare...unless you've met Caben Duur, or have decided to let your character die a gristly death.
Finally, Cog...the evil laughter is because I now get to make characters. Pick your poison.
1: Jamaal Caliman, Blade Acrobat
2: Niven Grell, Hoard Golem
3: Kelsey Rayne, the Human Spark
4: Kemrir Ah, the North Wind
5: Tor Marel, Lord of Chains
6: Acmumid Kaleesh, Master of the Burning Sands
7: Jennifer Walking, Vivamancer
8: Eugene Maxwell Tenneson, the Magnificent Mountebank of Manchester
:evillaugh
*Coughs*
Erm, I dunno where that came from. I certainly don't have an evil, megalomaniacal alternate personality. And neither do I.
Anyway, I'm back, and champing at the bit to fight - the Harbringer is ready, and more than willing to fight. I'll post his entrance soon - or perhaps just have him appear mid-fight and start kicking some ass.
C'mon, who wants some?
Welcome back, Ga-- Jessica.
And hi to the queen of wrath as well, both from me and from my little wrathmonster personality that bow in respect and salute its queen (well it can't literally do so as it is purely mental, but if it could it would have done).
Anyways, I'm rather busy now, but in...say, 2 days, I should be ready to fire up the kathris vs. Eugene, 'cause he seems like a laugh. Not that his opponent will be, ofcourse. Afterwards, I'm ready to let Merithale put the upstart bard in his place.
Gideon, I do have a character that can pull off a team battle - in fact, that might be the best way to make use of his summoning, so if all else fails, I've got a character that can manage team fights.
Edit: Welcome back, Jessica!
Gideon, Jessica (there! I said it!), would you mind critiquing (read: butchering) a few things I'm working on? These are: the Witch and a project dedicated to Garth Nix's Old Kingdom trilogy, Charter Magic, and a whole lot more besides. I know both of you have a good eye (not collectively) for balance.
I'll take a look when I get some time (i.e. when my comp is fixed and I don't have to use the computer lab).
Gideon, I do have a character that can pull off a team battle - in fact, that might be the best way to make use of his summoning, so if all else fails, I've got a character that can manage team fights.
Awesome! A summoner would be fine, if you think he can manage it himself. As for the wait, take your time...I'm in no real hurry.
Anyways, I'm rather busy now, but in...say, 2 days, I should be ready to fire up the kathris vs. Eugene, 'cause he seems like a laugh. Not that his opponent will be, ofcourse. Afterwards, I'm ready to let Merithale put the upstart bard in his place.
Right. As soon as you're ready, Eugene Maxwell Tenneson will enter the arena.
Somehow I thought you'd pick him...:D
And now the question...
Jessica Morgan, at some point in the hopefully not-to-distant future, will you join me to bring down upon some unsuspecting victim the combined might of our forces?
Or, in simple English, it's been a while since we've fought together, hasn't it? :D
Oh, and Gideon - I think you said you wanted to snatch a character from Ender's background? At your convenience, I'd like to take you up on that, since I'd like to advance his story. (By the by, posters - if I ever do start advancing Ender Chant's story here, anyone's welcome to jump aboard, really.)
Robert Jordan died on Sunday of amyloidosis. I mourn his passing as one of the greatest fantasy writers of all time.
*jumps up and down with unrestrained glee*
Robert Jordan died on Sunday of amyloidosis. I mourn his passing as one of the greatest fantasy writers of all time.
Er...that was a strange post, no? Or were those two phrases unrelated?
What did he write?
('night, by the way - I've gotta study for a math quiz.)
Robert Jordan died on Sunday of amyloidosis. I mourn his passing as one of the greatest fantasy writers of all time.
sad indeed...
Cool. Well, the idea of him summoning other characters is really the way I wanted to play him in the first place...but didn't quite work out. So I think he'd be perfect for a team match, after calling up some friends.
Awesome. When and where?
Oh, and Gideon - I think you said you wanted to snatch a character from Ender's background? At your convenience, I'd like to take you up on that, since I'd like to advance his story. (By the by, posters - if I ever do start advancing Ender Chant's story here, anyone's welcome to jump aboard, really.)
Yes, I did. I will, however, need the backstory again, and it'll have to wait until I have my own comp back again, so I can leave myself notes. Shouldn't be to long though...hopefully.
Robert Jordan died on Sunday of amyloidosis. I mourn his passing as one of the greatest fantasy writers of all time.
Personally, I started to hate the books later on except for a few characters, but I still join in mourning him. Never nice to hear about something like that, especially since he never got to finish his final book.
As for Ender, sure, I'll PM you the details shortly - I'm sorta busy during the week, so it's no big deal if it'll take a while. And again, anyone's welcome to get in on his story if/when it gets rolling...I've not got a definite direction for it, so if anyone else wants to make a character, or bring in their own, by all means.
Awesomeness. My character is in a battle with E3 at the moment, so when that finishes, we can have that match in whichever arena is open.
As for Ender, sure, I'll PM you the details shortly - I'm sorta busy during the week, so it's no big deal if it'll take a while. And again, anyone's welcome to get in on his story if/when it gets rolling...I've not got a definite direction for it, so if anyone else wants to make a character, or bring in their own, by all means.
I'm not sure what I could do, but that seems like a project I would like taking part in.
But I've no specific story in mind, and I though it'd be neat if periphery characters get involved as the events begin to snowball...or whatever.
[color=DarkSlateGray]"My soul! My soul!"[/color] he bellows at the gate. But it slams closed and disappears just as he begins pounding on the doors. He whirls around, glaring around the arena, madness in his eyes.
PBS, here's your opponent.
I'd do whatever you need but can I have a little more info on Ender and the other characters?
Sure, you can check him out on the character roaster (first post on the second page) for some more info. I'll PM you more, if you like.
check him out on the character roaster
Heeheehee.
Heeheehee.
No comment...
No...I don't think so. See, if there's an innuendo in here somewhere (I suspect that there is) I missed it. I just don't get things like that, in all honesty.
It's roster.
Well, that is embarrassing...roast Ender (mmm?)...whoops. :embarrass
(Not that it's not really true...I was just sort of wondering)
Yeah, he does have a number of them, though he usually lets them lets them alone while he's traveling.
'Course, if he has a task for them, he expects it to be carried out right away - I suppose it's a personal weakness of his.
(Dhavid likes 'em big, don't he?)
Good night, Xan!
(Actually, I'll need to go to bed shortly, too)
I mean...just LOOK at some of the characters we've got here. They're NOT normal by ANY stretch of the imagination.
Any stranger and I'll just summon the Far Realms on you :D
Any stranger and I'll just summon the Far Realms on you :D
Just pointing out that it isn't long time since some of baator was summoned to said realms.
Anyway, you don't find egotistical, insande liches who play football and recite Shakespeare in the Taverne. No, I mean for REALLY oddball characters. Like Bob. A demonic, vorpal-toothed polymorphed rabbit who can speak and cast spells belongs in Edvard's castle. Not necessarily evil/good characters, but just weird ones. I've come to view Caben Duur as almost normal now.
Sorry about being gone, I can't post on Thursdays or Fridays.
Also, I have one thing to say about Robert Jordan's Death - good, he can rot in hell. I hate those books.
And I'm sorry you didn't like them, the first four are really quite good. But after that... meh. Today I don't think 600 pages is worth it.
More like 900, E3.
And I'll take a look at your classes, but I make you no promises. In the meantime, I'd love some critique on -
The Arcadian Rebel - Let Justice be Done, though the Heavens May Fall
The Pelorian Crusader - No Rest for the Wicked
The Monster Blood Project - Making the world of Monster Blood Tattoo, with our own spin
The Accursed One - Power isn't the burden, it's how you use it.
The Lightningblade Monestary - Really, really fast.
The other thing is too big, too complicated, and too annoying for me to read. The bells sound badass, but are still confusing. Like the psionics system, I'll pass until someone gives me the For Dumbasses Explanation.
Jordan, Leo Tolstoy, Steinback, John Milton, and countless other authors belong to my list of People To Go Back In Time and Kill At Birth. And that's the end of that.
No...Milton has to stay, otherwise we get no His Dark Materials, which I happen to love. We need Paradise Lost or Pullman can't write the series.
But I'm thinking Jane Austen may just deserve a spot on that list- I'm undecided on Pride and Prejudice
...
Sorry, I just wanted to say that. Also, this conversation is getting nowhere. Some of us like authors, some don't, and there's no reason to get all angry about it. Would anyone have some major resentment if I asked for a change of topic?
"Ladies and Gentlemen, have you never wished that you could lose weight and eat brains?"
"Braaaaaaaaaiiins."
"Yes, that's right! Many people aren't aware that the brain is mostly fatty tissue! Yes sir, and it's not getting you any slimmer just slurping it out of those poor people's heads. So, why not try "I Can't Believe It's Not Brain!" the next time you try and slay a mortal?"
(This is one of the many amusing things that pop up in conversations with a friend of mine in English Lit.)
Oh, and about Pride & Prejudice: I do hate it. I figure it like this - I'll probably reread it when I'm an old man and love it. It wasn't so boring that I completely lost the thread of what I was reading...but it wasn't good either. The first forty chapters were full of dead flies and bits of fluff. When Lydia Bennet ran off, then it got better - but by then, it was too late to save itself. Shame. (Think of it like Strange & Norell, sans the magic. All you're left with is social interaction of the English aristocracy of the eighteenth century. Not the sort of boredom that hemorrhages, but not very exciting.)
Ah, well. Ralph Waldo Emerson (if I'm not mistaken) remarked that "suicide would be more respectable" than reading Miss Austen's work.
"Braaaaaaiiinssssss!"
"When do we want it?"
"Braaaaaaiiinssssss!"
"What do we want?"
"Braaaaaaiiinssssss!"
"When do we want it?"
"Braaaaaaiiinssssss!"
"How much do we pay for "I Can't - Eeeaaargh!"
"Braaaaiiiinsss."
*splortch*
"O I am slain!"
*Feign Death*
"Braaaaiiiinnnssssss...."
Then killing stuff unarmed. That's always fun.
have my campaign world overrun by a zombie virus. (like marvel zombies)
that could lead to dnd zombies vs. infected zombies.
what do you guys think?
i had a idea for a one shot adventure,
have my campaign world overrun by a zombie virus. (like marvel zombies)
that could lead to dnd zombies vs. infected zombies.
what do you guys think?
Me, personally, I wouldn't like it much (I was never a zombie fan myself :P ) but if your players would want to play that sorta thing, go for it.
But, you might wanna consider why DnD zombies would bother to fight the virus versions? Would the PCs be necromancers using zombies to fight zombies? You'd end up with DM run combat encounters, since both zombies would be NPCs. Would the players play zombies? It's not like zombies could lose brains...
"What do we want?"
"Braaaaaaiiinssssss!"
"When do we want it?"
"Braaaaaaiiinssssss!"
"How will we get it?"
"Braaaaaaiiinssssss!"
for example the pcs are out to destroy the most powerful infecter guy, lets call him "nemesis"
but theres someone else out to get him, a lich who thinks nemesis is movin in on his turf, lets call him "xykon".
now, xykon sends his undead army to fight nemesis, uh, nemesises, army. the pcs could make their way to nemesis in the confusion and fight him.
how do we want it?
braaaaaaaaiiinssssss!
"Braaaaaaaaiiinssssss!"
"Braaaaaaaaiiinssssss!"
Braaaaaaiiiinssss!
Braaaaaaiiiiinssssssss!
Also, gid, are you bringing that character out yet? Kathris desperately needs to shred someone:P .
Short and stout, he wears a deep burgundy tailcoat and pinstriped pants, topped with a shiny black top hat. His face is round and jovial, and his entire body seems to quiver slightly as his somewhat ponderous form moves jauntily forward, white-tipped walking stick shoved under one arm. From his great sleeves emerge two white-gloved hands, and he spins them this way and that, showing them to be empty, before hurling two pure white pigeons into the air. Within seconds, each bird erupts into a shower of colored sparks, which rain downward, twinkling gently.
The hat comes off, and the man makes a sweeping bow to the assembled audience before drawing his stick and scribing something in the air.
"Hello and well met, Baator! I am...
As he speaks, the words burst into sparkling golden letters which burn in the air itself, spelling out his name even as he speaks it.
"Maxwell the Magnificant, Mountebank of Manchester!
With that, he bows sharply, acknowledging the appluase, and, tucking his stick under his arm once more, turns to sign the ledger with his true name. Eugene Maxwell Tenneson, Mountebank of Manchester.
The voice, acidic and dark, echoes through the arena, into the Taverne, full of dark power and authority. The air blurs, as though everything in view is not quite substantial, not quite real. The feeling that creeps into the air and chokes the senses is not fear - not as vulgar as petty fear. It is as though hope, ambition, the energy and will to live is simply leaving the fabric of Hell.
Out of the blurry murk steps a man with ash-gray hair and pale skin. Violet eyes look at Maxwell, the emotion within them one of disregard - as if the other man means absolutely nothing. An ethereal mist streams off of his chainmail, his shield, his sword, his very being, and the ground in the wake of his steps burns, mist rather than smoke rising from the guttering flames. His mailed hand, barely visible through the concealing mist, gestures abrubtly, as though ordering Maxwell aside. Instead, the Ledger shifts, and he steps forward, giving the other man one last cold look before signing his name, short and simple - Jade.
Enjoy your arrogance while you can. The end has arrived.
Footfalls burning, he walks back into the murk.
"The nerve of some of these chaps!
"And so it begins... I must not linger in this place, but who am I to deny myself of the hunt?"
((Which thread for the battle? Oh, and Garamond font+italics=awesome))
Aww... man, it sure has been a long time since the last time I've posted. How long has it been, like three months? First of all, I have to apologize for my long absence, but it hasn't been a good year to me. Too much work, too much World of WarCraft and not enough time to play D&D. I really feel ashamed.
"Braaaaiiiinnnnssss!"
((Which thread for the battle?))
No idea. Your pick. I'm ready whenever.
"Braaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnns."
EDIT: "How many posts 'till a joke's old?"
"Braaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiinnnnnnns."
Both of which contain therein replies for such fights.
EDIT: Hi, Larz Fang... I can't say welcome back, 'cause I've not been here long enough, but all the same.
:D But before I continue at tourney side, I feel that I must first help out Septimus and get this stalled Xarius-storyline out of the way, so the adventures of Grugol the flesh golem continue very soon. After that I guess some battling and then bringing Dralix's Shop up-to-date.
Oh, btw, in other news, I finally reached 18 years in age during my Community absence.
Gid, any is fine with me, could you find an open one?
happy birthday Larz, and welcome back!
Gid, any is fine with me, could you find an open one?
Arean II has been freed recently. Bahamut and I have finished our battle.
Sorry for my absence as of late, I was meaning to get back into the arena but I somehow got distracted for a few days.
Anyway I'm back, anything I need to address?
Also, thanks for the tip Dragor. Gid, please make the first post, or would you rather I did?
Also, thanks for the tip Dragor.
you're welcome dude, I hadn't anything to do at the time anyway.
Besides that, is there any way to blow up this thing? 'Cause Edvard knows some pretty big 'splosion spells. Like his thundercloud one, but all focused into a tiny ray. Or balefire. Can it get destroyed by balefire? Or by anything?
That okay with you, Cog?
Also, Northwind...about that team thing...you going to be ready at some point soon?
And a welcome to you as well LivingShadow, heres your
Sorry about responding not responding to this. I didn't see it.
I will most likely be mostly in Gareth's for the time being although my chars may find there way here once and a while.
Oh, and thanks for the Dragon
But it hasn't moved for at least a week or so, and I'm already in a match with him here (speakin' of which, Epic, still waiting on Ender v. Dhavid)
...so, yeah.
Sorry guys, homework's been a pain here. It will continue to be so, but I'll try to get my replies in this weekend.
I understand - don't worry about it.
Oh, and the next post in line has been edited, by the by (since the forum doesn't have a flag for "recently edited").
I'll do what I can.
(But yes, that is the translation. Thanks!)
EDIT: Gideon, if you'd like to have your team match, don't wait on my account. Alexander (my summoning character) is in a match at the moment, so you might end up waiting for a while if you don't get another match.
Oh, and reply up on Abhorsen's PH.
(And don't think Ender won't make any other appearances just 'cause he's dead! I use the term very loosely in this case.)
Yeah, it was :D
(And don't think Ender won't make any other appearances just 'cause he's dead! I use the term very loosely in this case.)
Moreso than Dhavid does?
Uncle Ector Chant, Eccentric Magus
Ector Chant: yeah, sure...it all depends on where the story goes. I know how it starts, and what lead up to it...but everyone who decides to jump aboard gets to help determine how it ends. I have no idea what will happen - but I'm seeing it as being rather epic in scale. With lots of peripheral characters. And magic, too. Fairies, uncanny magic, and so forth. Maybe a visit to the Chant estate...who knows?
It'll begin when everyone interested in playing (right now, that's Gid, E3 and Xanaphina...and I think cog, but I can't remember) is ready. At which point...well, it'll start on my signal, and go from there. Sound good to all parties concerned?
(Oh, E3...I can't sit down to respond to the AHB, but I will say I saw your post, and the counterpoints you made look pretty solid)
Here's the deal: Ender Chant, youngest son of the great house of powerful magicians (the Chants, of course) was so adept at magic that he left the Chant estate to traverse the many Worlds around him to learn more magic. After many adventures, he met a sorceress with talent equal to his own. They travel together for a year, and fall in love. Ender proposes, but before she can reply, she vanishes, stolen by an uncanny magic. Ender then turns all of his considerable power towards finding her. Since his attempts at scrying don't work, he decides to search the Multiverse on foot (accompanied by his entourage, of course.) He had several matches here to get a feel for the magic of others, and also, to look for powerful beings who may have taken his partner (since powerful beings tend to come here a lot). Additionally, the libraries of Hell are said to hold many magical secrets (which is why Ender pestered Sorcen in his first match for permission to search for a spell rumored to be in the library...check it out on the Chronicles) Anyways, he learned some more magic, not the least of which being a bit of necromancy...which ended up killing him.
So...I would imagine that once this gets under way, I'll be the equivalent to DM. I know the main and lesser villains of the story, and a shrewd idea of what it's going to center on. Gideon asked a while back if he could snatch a character from Ender's background, who, I would imagine will play a part in the events to unfold. Everyone else is invited to make a walk-on appearance, whether as fairy servants of Ender, wild fairies, other Chants (i.e. Ector) or their own characters. I don't know how big a part or how long they'll be involved, to be sure.
Any more details that you'd like to know, PM me and I'll answer post-haste.
Again, any questions (or suggestions - I'm new at this) would be welcome via PM.
And now, I must take my leave of ye all...for it's nearly time to sleep, and The Golden Compass is calling me to read. G'night, all!
Oh, and Michael and Fiora have landed in the Taverne, by the way.
Anyways, once everyone has an idea of who they're playing, I'll make plans to get underway.
What I'm thinking is, for all parts that need filling out, I'll PM those involved to see if they'd like to play the part of (so and so) in addition to whomever they're already using. The PM would have vague details, and anyone who takes me up on it would get some more, so as to make and play that character, if they want. All other characters would probably be played by myself, should the need arise. What my goal at the end of all of this is, is that we can all take a look at a satisfying, colorful story when all is said and done.
Oh, and speaking of which, Gideon, I'm all ready for that team match of yourn... Alexander's match has recently (and abruptly) ended, so I'm all good to go.
1: For Cog: I'd prefer to battle on this site, as my college server has some issues with the other...I don't know why. So as soon as something opens (if none are open yet) we can begin.
2: For Northwind: Same as above, with the team battle. I'm ready whenever.
3: Also for Northwind: Any particular sort of character you'd like my to whip up for the Ender story? Since I lost most of my data, I lost the character concepts I had, so I'll have to start afresh, but if you can throw something you'd like to see my way, I'll turn it into something. It can be as vague as "a friend" or "a cousin," or as complex as an actual character map.
I've been listening to Queen's song Princes of the Universe (the theme for Highlander) and I got an idea for a quest based off of the song that I plan to throw out into the taverne soon if anyone is interested.
Hey anybody up for a quest.
I've been listening to Queen's song Princes of the Universe (the theme for Highlander) and I got an idea for a quest based off of the song that I plan to throw out into the taverne soon if anyone is interested.
sure.
Gideon, I know for sure that IC III is open, so whenever you're good to go, we can have our match there. Whether you wanna go first or second is up to you.
As for Ender's story, I'll PM you some possibilities. (That goes for anyone else, too)
As for Ender's story, I'll PM you some possibilities. (That goes for anyone else, too)
okay, thanks
Hey anybody up for a quest.
I've been listening to Queen's song Princes of the Universe (the theme for Highlander) and I got an idea for a quest based off of the song that I plan to throw out into the taverne soon if anyone is interested.
count me in!
By the way for the song in the tavern, I have used Queen's original song Princes of the Universe and changed some of the lyrics and some of the guitar parts to better suit my storyline. Hope you guys like it.
Anyway, no time for a proper look through - I'm getting a "Get to bed" look from Ma...so...I'd say that you oughta change the quote. With all due respect, it predisposes me to think of the class as "Fear me, for I make warlocks look like pansies...I'm more demonic than they are!" Now, I'm willing to bet that it's different, but I haven't the time, so that's all I've got 'till tommorow.
The Hellfire touch seems similar in style to an eldrictch blast (but don't hold me to it, I don't own Complete Arcane)
Sight of the Haunted is pretty nifty...just a flavor question. Again, if the player decides on, say, blazing blue eyes, would one need approval for colors other than purple or red?
Whispers of the Past - subtle and very fitting...I like it.
Hellborn Savegery is pretty slick. I think that it's balanced, though I'm not one for making balance calls. But, something bugs me 'bout the flavor here. The other abilites look solid, though. (But, again, I dunno)
The flavor is cool, but it seems too specific to be a base class. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but it's very plot-specific. Defining the alignment of the spirit, and determining when it makes it's efforts to change the host makes it ring either of a pre-existing character with similar abilities, or a PrC.
(Oh, and where'd that art come from, by the way? It's pretty cool.)
I need ideas for my Abhorsen Project, be they classes, Talents, spells, or feats. Desperately. Post them there if you've got one, link's in the sig.
Hellfire Touch -is- similar to Eldritch Blast, but is supernatural, not spell like, and deals full damage to objects - plus it deals elemental damage instead of pure magic.
Sight of the Haunted - The color choices exist for a reason, like most things I do.
The big thing about the class is that different Harrowed have different abilities, either through Harrowed feats or if your DM bothers
As to it being "too specific" - really? Don't you think monks of Hextor should study different techniques than ones of St. Cuthbert? Or that Paladins of Mystra would be granted different divine abilities than ones of Torm or Sune? How about Barbarians? Every base class is specific in some fashion unless it involves spellcasting, and even then, it's pretty similar a lot of the time. Read the Adaptation part again.
That was an initial response, going over it a second time, the flavor looks pretty nifty. I had missed the adaption section all together, sorry about that.
The PXE errors, g System errors, and hangings have not resolved themselves, despite the various stratagems and artifices of my father. Thus, today...the lap top shall be ghosted. I have completed the archiving of my DnD files, AP US notes, and school papers...however, those files will be the only refugees of my computer's original state after the ghosting process, restoring the hard drive to it's factory conditions.
For how long I will have lost contact with the Baator, I know not. So I let this be known now. Despite what happens, however, the battle (Alexander v. The Magnificent Seven) and potential plot thread (the Story of Ender Chant) will continue as soon as I am back.
And so, farewell...What a decrecendo.
And if you want draconic stuff, play a ******* sorcerer. Or a bard. Or a kobold. Or anything from the Dracinomicon. I draw the line when something gets its own damn book - there is no need for further draconic material.
NorthWind, your sig sounds like something a psychiatrist would say.
And if you want draconic stuff, play a ******* sorcerer. Or a bard. Or a kobold. Or anything from the Dracinomicon. I draw the line when something gets its own damn book - there is no need for further draconic material.
yeah, there's plenty o' dragons 'round I know. Its just that the originator of hellfire in my setting is riding a damn dragon and he's a draconic creature (from the draconomicon in fact) himself. As my mind began spinning around it I found the perfect origin in my setting, the harrowed are bestowed with the demon by said hellfire dude. He's kinda fond of dragons (having made a few draconic demons ect.) so it would make sense if some of the harrowed monsters within were of draconic nature... but then that will just be the presumption if its not anything else. Anyhow I will only use it if you permit it, so do you do that?
For the fixed feats, it made them at least twice as good.
However, if you'd be so kind as to tell me about your mother...
What if someone were to make a TV series based on Sorcens Baator. How would we do it. We probably had to cook down focus a little, as going with the stories of every character would be a bit too much. Then we talked about taking 1 character from each poster to focus on, but in that case which character. We also spoke of making a new dude that enter the arena, solely for the purpose of the series. Then we need to fit in some existing characters in roles (like mentor, nemesis, romance, friendly competitor ect.) and what characters would then be what roles.
A cool idea but the arena wouldnt be able to get all the different spinoffs and airtime that it would need. Now an internet (youtube) homevideo adaptation of some of these things, perfectly choreographed of course, would perhaps work, but thats alot of time and props to do it properly. Eventually I wouldnt mind taping one of the fights we hold in my front yard and posting it but thats an eventuality and we first need to get a new camera.
First off, it would be about both the posters and the characters. Lots of things happen off stage. It'd include RL elements, like .hack, where the premise of the movie/show/game would be that it is a curiously coherent game, which somehow brings people together and maintains it's own internal logic without enforced rules... (man, if I was writing a psychology thesis...)
Second, the posters themselves would never make appearances - their main characters would speak for their posters, so that the audience could sort of see the anonymity of the users.
Third, only ONLY characters from us - anyone added for the purpose of making a show would be too weird. You all know what I mean - when your original book or comic or movie is changed to another media...it never works.
So, you'd end up with a combination of bank-busting special effects for the epic battles, top notch actors and script writers to capture the delicate mesh of character plots, and of course, how people still communicate and make friends over a medium as impersonal as a message board.
That's just me, though. In all seriousness, this would never work quite right as a show. We're all familiar with the "lost in translation" feel of seeing a book become a movie or video game, a TV show into a movie, and so forth. Can't beat the written word for this sort of thing, and 'sides, any adaption of the Baator wouldn't work, and I'll tell you why: the audience can't interact with it, that's why. A book, or movie is static.
CHANNEL SORCEN
Yeah, I'm silly like that ^_^
But, you know, a Sorcen anime/manga might not be half bad, if done right and we worked very closely with those doing it. I mean, I've gotten my share of PMs from lurker fanboys/girls, and they never once step up to participate - they just watch the battles unfold. We've got some epic stuff here - we could share it with the world.
You all make some quite keen points, surely. The one show for each thread was another take on the focus issue that we didn't think of.
NW, your idea about taking us into the mess as is quite cool, but I don't think using our main characters as avatars is a good idea. That would probably make a quite weird situations when it is characters that would normally be enemies. Then we should make a gathering of avatars for us without being us or make a place in the series/anime/whatever that were declared OOC lounge.
lastly I'd like to point out that good conversions have been made.
In other news, I'd pick Skraal as my character if I was restricted to one - seriously, who else?
Oh, and Cog...Channel Sorcen is small potatoes compared to the Sorcen's Baator Satalite! (sp?)
Everyone knows that my representative character would be Ender...but yeah, 'twould cause confusion if IC and OOC were one in the same for the characters.
And actually Channel Sorcen works for my idea of the many different shows. Theres still the problem of funds though and especially for getting a whole new channel. Of course with a channel to ourselves we could fill it with all the backstories and even some of the OOC things and even some of the more mature stuff late at night.
Oh and sorry for the delays on the judgements. Khael hasnt responded to my PMs, not to blame him or anything of course. Its likely hes just busy.
No offense but here is my opinion: this is a crazy idea that will reduce sorcen's baator to just another anime, do we want that!?!!
Ditto.
Either way a tv show either wont happen or if it does its a long long ways off and its really just a fun topic to think about. Since everyone is talking though and this topic seems to hurt some people's feelings then someone propose a new topic and we'll discuss that.
I can't belive it's not brains!
Hey, that's my line...I'm being quoted...nifty :D
And now, NorthWind presents the winners of a Washington Post "Worst Analogy Competitions"
"The little boat drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't."
"John and May had never met. They were exactly like two hummingbirds who had never met, either."
"The two star-crossed lovers ran towards each other, after long years of cruel separation, just like two freight trains, one heading to Chicago at ninety miles an hour, the other headed for Boston at sixty miles an hour."
Plus, if they're movies, we can hire CGI people and spend millions of dollars on special effects. Ya gotta have the special effects, like for all the explosions. And tearings of reality. And Armageddons.
Pick three awesome battles
take three with Caben Duur, he's legendary... Then we can make the stories of other characters later. (personally I think all the stuff that's going on around Saran would make for something interesting.)
IS IRA SMITH, QUEEN OF WRATH, MISTRESS OF KNIVES, THE ONLY ONE CALM? *freaks out at impossibility of situation*
I -really- want to fight someone with the Harbringer...
If you really wanted to impress me, there'd be a sixty-seven question survey on WotC products (like, dislike or indifferent: 4ed) and triple security checks that would take place over an eleven day period involving a series of safety questions in Latin, Irish Gaelic, Arabic and Klingon. Then I would be ticked. And only then.
Nope. "Meh."
If you really wanted to impress me, there'd be a sixty-seven question survey on WotC products (like, dislike or indifferent: 4ed) and triple security checks that would take place over an eleven day period involving a series of safety questions in Latin, Irish Gaelic, Arabic and Klingon. Then I would be ticked. And only then.
Same, especially if they included Klingon.
IS IRA SMITH, QUEEN OF WRATH, MISTRESS OF KNIVES, THE ONLY ONE CALM?
I'd just like to point out that it isn't wrath that steals my calmness, its joy seeing as I can finally be Munchlord on the boards again.
I miss anything here? Other than the fact we seems to have aquired additional plyo... IC thread.
Oh yes and any kind of show based on the battles here? It's over nine thousand. This is not a good thing, I hope.
Its good to see I'm not the only one annoyed with the Gleemax stuff. Aya's account is possibly deleted now so she has to make a new one. I am also glad to see that Gleemax has made some people happy, Munchlord for example. I believe the reason I was angry, well one I was irritable at the moment, but mainly it was another random and inconvenient change set on by Gleemax that was completely unnecessary. Oh and thanks for reminding me epic, I still havent finished backing up my files on that other site.
EDIT: Epic has been declared the winner of the IC3 match between Epic and Northwind.
IC: Sorcen bows to Nim, "We hope to see you again soon Lord Nim. Goodbye for now."
NW, got any spell ideas for the Mage in AP?
And yes, Foundling has a sequel, only it's not out yet :P
One of my friends is ditching me on WoW to get Xbox Live for the 360 and Halo 3!
Plus he rubs it in my face most every day that he has a 360 and H3 and I don't... and probably won't until it comes down in price...Good for nothing underclassmen...
Ah, well. I don't believe in Xbox anyway, if it's any consolation to you. I don't have Halo3 either.
Or WoW, come to think of it.
I -really- want to fight someone with the Harbringer...
I'll take you up on that, ma'am. Where?
And thank'ee, E3, I'll check that out now.
Read the whole thread - the story goes on.
(famous last words)
Hey, Siventarr will take you up on that challenge.
he'll probably be a bard/harbringer (Ira's latest PrC, a sort of reverse-Seeker Of The Song, sings music of the apocalypse, uses fire, calls down meteors etc.) with insane charisma, and be a living, sentient Clone spell (an accident, uses entirely the same stats as a human).
Beyond that, I'm largely blank... any ideas?
Arena 3 on the proboards site appears to have been dead for a month so you can have your match there if you like.
(Sorry, I haven't had time 'till now to sit down and type up anything longer than a few phrases)
I will give it a look, a'course.
Anyway, bed is calling, and I feel the zombie in me straining for release. So I'd better go to sleep before I wake up next to some body with brains all over my mouth.
To have written that I must have be really tired. Anyway, g'night folks.
DUDE!! I should totally roleplay a zombie in the taverne!
Gideon_Gideonson 902
Lord_Gareth 775
Sorcen_Anenooata 661
cog_n_taz 530
Khael 361
EpicEvokerElf 327
Lord_Bahamut 275
LostMage 255
NorthWind 232
ank 226
dragor_shadowfury 204
Revlis_Nogard 90
Fullmetal_Alchemist 88
Larz_Fang 87
kaizer_soatze 80
SeptimusMagistos 77
lord_xarallon 69
kronos451 65
Memnanth 53
Xanaphina 45
Jessica_Morgan 35
Lord_Nim 29
And so on...
Gid leads, with Gareth's old account coming in second. Third is Sorcen, then Cog, Khael, me, and LB. Ira's new account, Jessica_Morgan, comes in 21st, while NorthWind ranks 9th.
Meh...candy is candy. I say pop it in your mouth.
it's from some Arabic country I think... It is covered in what looks like small marshmallow tentacles and sitting on a biscuit.
Cool...so how's it taste :D
I'm the only user online. At all. The "Who's online" feature shows NorthWind as the only user and guest. *sighs* Must be 'cause it's Friday evening or something. Everyone else is probably attending to their real life of wild adventure :P
As is Giovanni, and Edvard. But I've been itching for wantom destruction and death. So Siventarr would be fun to roleplay as.
And the Tournament seems to have groud to a halt for some reason on the other site... *cough* Cog *cough*
Jaden Blackblade, Shattered Knight
"I've seen hell, and I'm not going back!"
Jaden Blackblade (real surname forgotten)
Human Female
Paladin 1
Blonde Hair, Green Eyes
Worships the Winged Lord
Lawful Good
Str 18 +4
Dex 12 +1
Con 14 +2
Int 10 +0
Wis 8 -1
Cha 12 +1
Jaden Blackblade (real surname forgotten)
Human Female
Paladin 1
Blonde Hair, Green Eyes
Worships the Winged Lord
Lawful Good
Str 18 +4
Dex 12 +1
Con 14 +2
Int 10 +0
Wis 8 -1
Cha 12 +1
Combat Block
H.P. 12
A.C.
Initiative +1
B.A.B. +1/Grapple +5
Fortitude +6
Reflex +1
Will -1 (-3 vs. Fear, Reroll vs. Mind-Affecting, take worse roll)
Attacks - Greatsword +6 Melee 2d6+6 slashing 19-20x2 critical
Shortsword +5 melee 1d6 +4 slashing 19-20x2 critical
Attack Options - Improved Overrun, Power Attack, Smite Evil 1/Encounter
Special Qualities - Detect Evil, Cursed, Aura of Good
A.C.
Initiative +1
B.A.B. +1/Grapple +5
Fortitude +6
Reflex +1
Will -1 (-3 vs. Fear, Reroll vs. Mind-Affecting, take worse roll)
Attacks - Greatsword +6 Melee 2d6+6 slashing 19-20x2 critical
Shortsword +5 melee 1d6 +4 slashing 19-20x2 critical
Attack Options - Improved Overrun, Power Attack, Smite Evil 1/Encounter
Special Qualities - Detect Evil, Cursed, Aura of Good
Oh. My. (Deity's name here).
I had hoped to spring a new sort of phrase or something with that marshmellow Cthulhu line up there, of course the intention was after I had posted it.
So yes please do bug Khael to get moving on it. ;) :P
Xanaphina, doesnt Skymeriac have a green mohawk? Just curious because my brother has a green mohawk as well and he likes the gnolls and shotguns even, if your gnoll has camo shorts on then its a perfect fit.
not exactly a Mohawk, but he dyed streaks of green through black hair. it could be a Mohawk i guess...
And check out the custom avatar. Too bad its only temporary for Halloween. And yes thats a celestail in that pic called a Faashtha but they look enough like devils that I will use them so :P .
"Dear Mr. Sorcen sir,
Hello again from me, Elise! I've been keeping track of the days down here, and today is a festival in my old town that we call "All Hallows Eve." Everyone hands out lots of treats, and they dress up to try and scare away the bad demons. I thought you might like a piece of candy. It's not much, but it's all I have down here in...wherever i've come from. It's funny: if I had stayed at home with mommy like I was supposed to, I'd be very scared of the wierd and scary costumes the other kids wear. But after meeting with you, I know that you're really not so scary after all. I still do miss my mommy though. I wanna go back home. Your friends and servants still scare me a little bit, so I've been hiding from them. Someday, I hope to win one of your battles so I can finally be sent home. It's strange, I keep having this dream where I am in some kind of mirror-land. It's very, very scary, but teddy tells me that it's ok. It's all a dream he says. He wishes you a happy "halloween", but he still thinks you are...what is the word? I think he said detestible, but that's ok. Maybe teddy is finally wrong about something. Have a good night Sorcen!
Hello everyone! It's been forever since I've been over here, and I'm completely lost. Do not schedule me for any battles though, as my schedule is still rather hectic, and my last two attempts to get back into this thread ended in humiliating failure. I appologize to my opponent. Anyways, happy halloween guys!
OOC: Welcome back Ank, take all the time you need. I dont think the tournament is really doing anything right now so dont worry about that. Take your time and catch up, dont feel bad I've been sort of confused about whats going on too.
From what I can tell you theres a new IC thread and that thread that starts with a V is the mage duel but thats over with and judged now. I have a new quest started, the Princes of the Universe. Other then that I think everything is pretty much the same.
OOC: I'm finally back after fighting with the stupid Glemax things. I can't stand them. Had to change my name but I'm still holding all my same characters (where ever they are, I have forgotten).
I've recently come up with a huge plan for the arena so fairly soon everyone be ready to band together in one thread, or multiple threads, I dont know yet, to fight against an army and defend the arena. I cant really say much more then that or I'll give it away. Oh and Khael I think your old idea will come into play in sync with mine if you're still game for it.
How could I resist? :D
I'm all in for it!
It'd be interesting to have Dramuk and Artak fight alongside each other.
armageddon-on-a-stick?
You stole my expression!:P
But yeah, I'm in. Also, this is C&T, gleemax complications made me use my old username, which I couldn't access until now because of a different problem, hence my making the one you're all familiar with... Ironic, innit?
Alexander will help out - Ender's just as likely (at this point) to try and steal everyone's soul as actually help out, so...
Just checking my memory.
This seems to happen every year at around this time, so I'm not too surprised, but it still sucks. Usually I don't get all 3, but this year seems to be the exception... The last two years I had the flu and a sore throat, which sucked because my stomach acid burned my throat open and made it easier for the bacteria to infect me... Plus it left me really hungry, but you can't eat when you have the flu.
I used to get sick like that every year but I think you sort of grow out of it and being in the school's enviroment has alot to do with it. Hope you feel better though, and let me know if you want to participate in that battle and it shouldnt be a problem to put it on hold for a week or so.
Am I grossing anyone out yet? :P
Like, ever. The worst I've ever had is a head cold once or twice.
...eh, this isn't helping much, is it? Hope you feel better soon, L. Bahamut. Don't worry, it all builds character.
Just to let you all know I've got a combination of the flu, a cold, and a sore throat, so I'm out for awhile.
Just by the way, that sounds exactly like what I have. All we need to do now is figure out who caught it from who...
Sorry again for my sudden decision with no explanation. I'll be posting the battle sometime friday.
But your math sounds about right to me. So what day will it be 666 days old I wonder.
Yeah...so, I'm here and ready for whatever for four days, at least.
IC:
A large well muscled red skinned man walks into the arena. He is about nine feet tall and gigantic ram's horns adorn his head. He wears only a loancloth lined in gold and with a special golden symbol on the front and a golden ring on his finger. He strides confidently into the arena and walks until he reaches the center. He lifts his head and looks around the arena before turning to an intrigued Sorcen standing at his balcony overlooking the arena. The crowd boos at this interruption of their fights and throw their trash, although the trash merely lands harmlessly against the barrier and is swept up by constantly working lesser devils. The red man and Sorcen meet eyes and Sorcen holds a hand up for silence. The red man speaks, a deep yet harmonious tune.
"I am Faashtha, a bounty hunter of sorts, on behalf of the powers of the 'verse. I have been commisioned to shut down this arena, you are all under arrest please lay down your arms and line up in an orderly fashion so that I may commence my arrest procedure."
Sorcen smiles and holds back a laugh as he lowers his hand and allows the laughter of all his audience to flow into the arena and let the bount hunter hear his folly. Sorcen replies, "I am sorry but I must resist arrest and I'm quite sure that there are many more here that sympathize with my decision."
The faashtha smiles and spreads his arms and clenches his fist, in which a large greatsword appears in each hand with a flash of flame. "I knew you'd say that. Prepare for dea..."
Sorcen cuts him off with his voice echoing a command throughout the arena, "Someone destroy him."
At this command from the Lord of Baator, waves of devils appear and step forward, ready to take on this foe. One devil steps forth though and waves the others back. This devil is an unique one, he is of medium size with almost black skin and a two large horns rising from his forehead. He wears a police uniform and is decorated with many medals. He waves his hands for the other hordes of devils to stop their assault and form uniform lines to be ready for an organized attack. He then charges the faashtha with a grin on his face and draws a rapier and a dagger as he charges.
The faashtha steps aside and parries a dagger thrust with his left greatsword. He then turns too quickly for his bulky body and cleaves the devil captain in twain wth his right blade. The devil falls forward spewing blood from both halves of his mouth. Both halves of the devil twitch and bleed upon the arena floor. Sorcen smiles as the faashtha turns back to face the devils surrounding him. The devils wait for the signal of one of their other captains that step forward. An elderly devil steps forth and raises his longsword, he slowly lowers it to point at the bounty hunter and then flicks the tip of his blade slightly, signalling a sqaudron of devils to attack.
The following events are pure massacre as the small squadron of devils are utterly destroyed by this lone faashtha. More devils amass and ready themselves for another wave of attack but Sorcen's sudden utterance stops them as a word of the infernal language reverberates throughout the arena. The new devils stop in their tracks at their lord's command.
Sorcen waits a moment before speaking. "Very good Faashtha. Now who else would like to try their hand at defeating this bounty hunter trying to unjustly shut down my fine establishment here?"
Sorcen directs this next question to the bounty hunter, "Faashtha, who hired you so that I may know who has broken our treaty and forced my hand against the celestial planes? Whose head shall I pin all the following death upon?"
The Faashtha only grins and readies his swords to taste yet more blood.
OOC: To participate go to IC1 or IC2 and fight him.
Alexander, with a crack of displaced air, appears at Sorcen's left. He nods briefly to the Lord of Baator, and says "Sorcen, my magic is at your disposal, if I could ask for a favor? You see, I'm in a bit of political trouble at home," Alexander points out the trio of mages in the fur-trimmed robes, "And I'd appreciate some help once this is all over."
OOC
Y'know, despite my fondness for playing heroes, both of my characters here would probably be neutral at best. Interesting...
"It seems someone think he can take on the most powerful individuals of several worlds and prevail."
Loex says in a serious tone
"Such hopeful and ignorant youth."
Artak adds in a more carefree tone.
"In any case I don't really feel like getting imprisoned, they say there is an awful lot of holy energies in the celestial prisons and I don't think it will be healthy for my skin."
continues the undead creature.
"In any case, we will stand up and fight if our mage friend here cannot make it alone."
Says Artak and scratches the bleached bone of his naked skull.
"Should we join in combat now?"
"No, let's watch a little first and see how things unfold."
I cut some of it from IC III, though - recylcle. It's good for the planet.
(Oh, and Skraal rocks as per usual.)
Take two.So what do you guys think? Expected it, didnt see it coming, good idea, bad idea?
But hey, more fodder... (Zoharial's after the original's origin, by the way)
Aye, count me out for the time being. This seems like a series of 1v1s, though, so I may be here for later murdification.
I have received quite a bit of feedback that the arena would be better suited to a neutral plane instead of replacing baator. I am considering doing some sort of event that would change Sorcen's Baatorian Arena into a new plane of its own that would sort of just drift among all the multiverses. This place would more or less be the same as it is and would still be based off of baator with its nine levels and rulers and such. I would reinstate Asmodeus as the ruler of Baator with slightly less power since Sorcen's new plane would be a portion of Baator along with about 1/3 of the devils and other inhabitants. Asmodeus would get back all of his old rulers and such, except Tiamat though, shes just too big a part of my world for me to change her self-imposed-banishment to the Shadow Dimension.
Anyway opinions on this?
Its sort of a mirror event to Lucifer's fall to hell and taking 1/3 of the angels with him where this is Sorcen's rise to neutrality and taking 1/3 of the devils with him. I havent made a decision on his Theothanatos military campaign but thats not such an evil goal as it is just a neutral genocide of gods except those that serve Sorcen himself.
Theothanatos, on the other hand is a definitively evil plan, even within D&Ds boundaries - It calls for genocide of every god not supporting him, thereby being chaotic for what it intends, and evil in that it serves him and his selfishness alone.
However rather than a 'neutral-plane', it would be perhaps better if Sorcen were to create a puesdo-ravenloft for himself. Ravenloft, for everyone not knowing, being a realm that exists as an extension of the ethereal plane and stretches into every multiverses ethereal plane.
This would in effect, remove the highly unlikely neutral-plane (It's been said Sorcen doesn't act like an embodiment of evil. That doesn't mean hes not evil, more mortally evil.), allows Sorcen to escape the 'confines' of government - Every servent there is unquestioning as there is no other alternative - This is his creation and he is all-powerful, allows him to flex his magical might in terms, and still permits the 'every being of power from every world'.
And leaves fewer huge plotholes - rather than some bizarre decision, it could be a retreat (from Asmodeus no less even), a choice to escape governing, leaving the hells to sink into their old ways.
But the loss of 1/3 of all devils isn't going to worry any fiends longterm. Its not as if they don't get an influx of thousands constantly.
Khael: So your suggestion is to lower Sorcen's power in hell sort of and have the arena move to the new hell/ravenloft place and then have Asmodeus be the power behind Baator? I tried to run Sorcen as LE but a few things went wrong, 1 I created him before I learned much about alignments and already had him set as the ruler of hell, and 2 my personality comes out too much in him and it seems I'm CE with a neutral tendencies. I like your idea though.
I was actually leaving out some of my explanations of the reasons for Sorcen's new plane purposefully but it seems like a good time. My first idea was that the living entity of Baator saw that Sorcen was not lawful enough and did not have its interests in mind so it sort of ejected him, but Sorcen had been on the throne long enough to gain power over the devils and was able to take alot of them with him due in part to their loyalty to him. Baator then resurrected Asmodeus and reinstated him as its ruler.
My next idea was some sort of lie created by Sorcen that somehow lapsed and was shown to the arena-goers and finally dropped altogether. The lie was basically the whole story that Necros killed Asmodeus and was then dethroned by his son Sorcen soon after. I hadnt thought of a truth for that lie yet though.
I dont remember the third idea I had, it may come back to me later.
If he were to be banished off to neutrality or something then I think maybe Dragor could play a part...
He'd actually be happy to "unfiend" Sorcen... although he probably wouldn't admit it.
There are mutliple avatars of Sorcen though, the arena Sorcen, the adventuring Sorcen, the overgod overseer Sorcen of the universe contained in the emerald on the belt of the Sorcen that rules Baator in Nessus. They each have varying power levels and personalities. Arena Sorcen is a bit more neutral and chaotic, adventuring Sorcen is alot more CE, overgod Sorcen is benevolent and kind maybe TN or NG even, and Baator Sorcen is LE and more one with Baator and focused on ruling the plane and on his vast political conspiricies.
Perhaps explaining that would have helped the explanation of the arena in the first place.
First off, from what I've read of Sorcen's interactions with other characters, I'd probably give him an alignment of either true neutral or neutral good - what for being the ruler of hell and all, he's very much a gentleman. Perhaps even a nice guy - if I was ever lost in the lower planes, I'd want to speak with Sorcen first. Seems least likely to ask for one's soul in exchange for assistance.
Second, I thought the Baator already was a demiplane of Sorcen's, so making like Ravenloft makes a lot of sense, actually.
Long story short, one of the two beings, (created by law, so one is LG incarnate, the other LE) who created the lower/upper planes, dwells below Baator (Below the ninth), and Asmodeus, and all predecessors (if any) are simply the avatars, if not aspects of this thing.
From that its easy to explain: At some point the Serpent of LE creates a new avatar, be it 'Asmodeus' revived or the new avatar/lord of hell, which would cause Sorcen to leave with his loyal minions.
It doesn't even leave the question of 'how' since this is a being so old and machianvellian it's entire purpose for using hell is to collect souls, until it has enough power to reshape all of existance... Letting someone else have a ride on hell's steering wheel for a sec, won't hurt...
As to the ravenlfot idea, I hadn't actually intended it be a 'interconnecting hell' thing, since hells do differ from world to world. Rather more of an ethereal, or astral even, thing like ravenloft, but under Sorcen's control, and so being under the control of a devil, would be a nevertheless hellish realm.
Rambling
Aya helped me remember my 3rd idea there. Basically its that Sorcen notices that he does not exemplify the Lawful Evil alignment of Baator and will use his power over the plane to resurrect Asmodeus and put him back into power. With the conditions that his loyal followers are allowed to follow him to his new demiplane and that his arena demiplane stay where it is in Baator but be apart from hell as much as it is a part of it.
Or using the Serpents of Law theory, which has indeed nearly faded away, then I could just have Sorcen do the same and surrender the power but this would make him significantly more powerful because it implies he had the power to keep the Serpent of evil from evicting him and from resurrecting Asmodeus on his own. Actually I can go with this one and do a few things.
Sorcen has a few god essence's trapped somewhere in Baator and has stolen most of Tiamat's power and since he is indeed half god anyway, then he could theoretically have the power to suppress the Evil Serpent's power. He'd take his god essences with him with the arena and reabsorb the most powerful face of himself, the ruler of baator face, and thus put more power into each of his other faces.
I'm not sure whether to put a new hell demiplane into another plane or whether to keep it in hell. Theres also the Shadow Dimension but the new hell couldnt exactly fit there with the flavor of that place, or I could put it in the new universe but that would overpower Sorcen too much. The astral could work and would offer up a few options for some other things.
Or using the Serpents of Law theory, which has indeed nearly faded away, then I could just have Sorcen do the same and surrender the power but this would make him significantly more powerful because it implies he had the power to keep the Serpent of evil from evicting him and from resurrecting Asmodeus on his own. Actually I can go with this one and do a few things.
Sorcen has a few god essence's trapped somewhere in Baator and has stolen most of Tiamat's power and since he is indeed half god anyway, then he could theoretically have the power to suppress the Evil Serpent's power. He'd take his god essences with him with the arena and reabsorb the most powerful face of himself, the ruler of baator face, and thus put more power into each of his other faces.
I'm not sure whether to put a new hell demiplane into another plane or whether to keep it in hell. Theres also the Shadow Dimension but the new hell couldnt exactly fit there with the flavor of that place, or I could put it in the new universe but that would overpower Sorcen too much. The astral could work and would offer up a few options for some other things.
) so whats been happening? (and is tmajai still around? or pbs?)I'm not sure who Tmajai is (although this is likely just a memory lapse) and I havent seen PBS post in a while.
thanks i think ill join the fight
Thanks Bahamut, my day has been so busy that I missed saying it. Any one is free to announce any holidays of any religion just to get that out there.
Nice catch with the fork by the way.
EDIT: Anyway, off to bed for me, g'night Bahamut.
I'd prefer my pizza without turkey thank you very much
Yeah, my thanksgiving was packed... there were 43 people there, and so much food... I ended up retreating to the basement with my cousin's to play some bowling on their Wii.
Sounds like your day was similar to mine, Sorcen. Thanksgiving was a relief, but as soon as I got home, the problems were back. Oh well. Sleep sounds like a good idea, Sorcen...
So, I have cousins on both sides. However, on my mom's side, they're toddlers.
By the time I got to my dad's side, we had about three hours to play DnD. So, I had them all make new characters and improvised a wild and exciting (they were thrilled) body guard mission for them. They even role played! I'm proud of them.
((Baatorians excepted, of course.))
Being vegetarian, I don't much care for Thanksgiving meself. But meh, to each his [or her] own.
On a side note, did you know that human flesh is extremely healthy to eat?
I'm not even going to bring up how he knows this.
So the way it works is like this. When we eat stuff, like chicken, our bodies have to spend energy converting the molecules and such in the chicken into things our bodies can actually use. The closer what we're eating is to us, the less energy we have to spend converting it into fuel. So if you eat chicken, which is like 98.9 something percent similar to us (as in, DNA and molecule makeup, not physically), you'll get almost all the energy out of it. BUT if you eat human flesh, it's so similar to your biological makeup that you'll get about a millionth of a hair shy of 100%. So human flesh is perhaps not more healthy, but it's more economical for the body to consume. And therefore you get the most amount of energy possible and spending the least amount of energy acquiring it.
Class is over. :P
Doesn't this mean a druid (Or even a LG cleric?!) who prepares cure spells can spend a few days making enough human jerky from his own flesh to survive the next few weeks...
The regeneration spell though boggles the mind.
Now thats cannabalism in action.
And I can actually believe that LB (Though my explanatioon, having never watched discovery channel but being 'blessed' with that kind of intellect would be: Because another human contains the exact nutrient you need owning its its same general requirements, while any other animal has different requirements etc.)
Though I would hazard the guess that its quite likely getting more and more so human flesh is actually less 'healthy', given either the malnutrition in some areas, and fat in others in the world, from a global view.
Though I would hazard the guess that its quite likely getting more and more so human flesh is actually less 'healthy', given either the malnutrition in some areas, and fat in others in the world, from a global view.
Hence why you have to stalk and choose your food source very carefully. Kind of like Hannibal really, but likely more picky.
Vegetarian? That's WEAK!! Get some manfood, dude! Beef, chicken, ham, pork, whatever, just get some meat in yourself! Trust me, it'll make you feel manly. *flexes muscles*
Hey, bug off! 'S'not like I had a choice! Try eating meat when you're allergic sometime. See how you like it.
Speaking of meat I have a few ideas for some ham I wanna try and cook one day, I might get my chance christmas.
Hey, bug off! 'S'not like I had a choice! Try eating meat when you're allergic sometime. See how you like it.
How can you be allergic to meat? Isn't that completely opposite of human's ability to be omnivores? I think natural selection tried a failed strain of evolution on you, E3. :D
Well, I better get off. I have more interesting info to share, but I'll save it for tomorrow.
Therefore I reckon it makes total sense some people can't eat meat without a backlash (Whether its an actual allergy or the closest defination, I don't know, all I know I don't need to, I'm sure it happens.).
for joining up. Nice to see a new face, a famous new face this time, around the arena.
By the way, your namesake is pretty much the coolest character ever. I especially liked the part where he tore the gunner's eyes out.
so technically you've joined. Everythign you need to know is on the first post of this thread and in Tyler's Laptop. Dont worry we dont expect you to read all of that, just get enough where you have an idea whats its about and if you have any more questions then feel free to ask.
Right now we're having a big event in the 1st In Character(IC) thread, which you can feel free to join in on. Matches are still welcome to start up though for anyone interested.
PS: You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little late to posting. I've been way too busy these past few weeks.
Nice character by the way. Planeswalkers are fairly unused here. Sorcen's backstory is full of them and LeVeldrin is a sandman planeswalker and ruler of one layer of hell due to his loyalty to Sorcen. LeVeldrin is of course pre-Mending (really the mending never affected my universe and wont but planeswalkers from mending affected 'verses are completely allowed and not discriminated against). You're welcome to have whatever characters you want and as many as you like. I got rid of the limits awhile back, dont want to restict creative and all that.
@Community - I'm re-retiring Diedre.
@Yawgmoth: Welcome to hell, I'll be your squee-equivelant today (annoying, impossible to get rid of, entirely expendable).:D Nice character, by the way, but a minor caution: since this is diceless and all, people get carried away. Fast. A level 14 character is mighty in regular D&D, and probably the equivelant of a flashing neon "kick me" sign here at Sorcen's. Ofcourse, stats, levels and all that are entirely irrelevant here, so feel free to get carried away yourself where your character is concerned. hey, an eye for an eye, right?
Sorcen's is an entirely different beast from Gleemax. This is a serious roleplaying empire. We're expected and encouraged to simply -trust each other-. Your character has the equipment that fits the concept. You have as much money as you feel you need, becaue there's no preset -stuff-. There's a lot of godlike power thrown around, yeah, but we're -all- at that level.
Welcome to the big boys, dude. Sure you don't wanna edit that character? :P
There is no economy. There's no real currency except for the Hellsilvers made on bets, which currently do nothing. As to where you buy things, you can get drinks at the Taverne.
Sorcen's is an entirely different beast from Gleemax. This is a serious roleplaying empire. We're expected and encouraged to simply -trust each other-. Your character has the equipment that fits the concept. You have as much money as you feel you need, becaue there's no preset -stuff-. There's a lot of godlike power thrown around, yeah, but we're -all- at that level.
Welcome to the big boys, dude. Sure you don't wanna edit that character? :P
A far better summary/explanation than I made, but than again, I probably should have expected it. Anyway, yes, that's about it, let me know if you need any help around the place, seeing as it can be pretty confusing at first.
Like Jessica said, there is no economy in practice. Spells... well, you get those from Vestiges, no? Otherwise, I guess you could RP buying/researching them, or just have them. As for where to head to for a scrap, request a match with one of the many competitors here, and pick a thread, either here or on the new site.
The thought storms through the Arena, overwhelming minds in a crashing wave of psychic torment. Some of the Baatorians can't stand it, and blood bursts from their faces in torrents as their minds literally disintegrate inside their skulls. Others curl into pathetic fetal positions, moaning and gibbering. Even the most stalwart can do nothing more than weep and pray to whatever they hold dear under the awesome might of the force that seizes them. And on top of this, more thoughts enter the chorus, a torrent of words and images and emotions that slaughters even more of the crowd where they sit, turning their bodies into dessicated husks and painting the stands with their blood.
helpwontyouhelpicanfeelititshereicantstopicantstopiwannastopwontyouhelpicantstopyoulldieicantstopicantstopican'tstopICANTSTOP!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!
The last psychic scream kills more crowd members by the thousands, devastating the buildings, and a small portal opens in front of the judge stands. Through it, the limp body of a small girl tumbles out, with slender, pointed ears and scorched feathered wings. Her clothing is tattered and gray with age and mistreatment, and her body is covered with lacerations, bruises, and wounds of all stripes. At least her left arm is broken.
Help me...
Hmmm. I'll take a look and see if there are any more items I might need.
But the problem is, there aren't that many Binder-ish items that I haven't bought........other than the Soul Lens..............
See, you don't need to look in the book for gadgets you haven't bought yet, just make up whatever you want to. We aren't playing with rules here, and it's certainly not D&D - the bottom line is that the sky is the limit here, along with your imagination.
Orrr:
Make crap up as you want, be it on the spot, or well planned out, but abuse everyones trust with that, and...
Actually other than the odd abusive scream of anger(And declaring them loser if in a match) what do we do???
Carries on in his little ignorant world
Actually it should be noted it is incredibly difficult to hit the 'abuse of trust' thing so long as you follow the guidelines, since in-game stuff just makes everyone else raise their games. It's stuff that makes no rp sense (Destroying the 'planet' for example. That one did actually get used...) that crosses the line.
Also If you hadn't gathered from the above, I'm the residence grouchy cynic/naysayer, and thus anything I say should not be taken personally, no matter how much it sounds like thats what I'm aiming for. Seriously.
Also, welcome to the map (*Shakes his shaggy head and reaches out one gnarled claw to point at LordYawgmoth. "I remember you... You amused me when I payed attention to the gleemax, many moons ago..."*
Now, is anyone gonna see to the little girl who just slaughtered the crowd by the thousands, leaving them unfit for even Wish and True Ressurection to save?
and if no-one obeyed... They're in the sewers anyway, in a slightly different state. Heck, the only things really still living in the arena location ATM, are likely merchants in the equilivent of a nuke bunker.
Or mindless monsters who feed off energy for their mother/father figure...
Edit: Oh... Judge stands...
(We'd see it better in IC 1. The crowd are still already dead or fled though a while back.)
And cog, the selcective fury is 'cause 1) no-one knew where you were, and 2) You're one of the only two PCs in RHoD who knows about a certain pack of bow-goblins. No-one else saw them, and an entry of 'I ride along unprepared and get shot' lacks epicness.
*Watches the Mary Sue's army flee 20 inches off the table*
*Laughs*
How long til you reckon theres a warning for off-topicness over these?
And that vigor one wins. I don't care what it wins, but it does... I also have the urge to use it in a comic...
@Bahamut: Why the selective fury? Granted, I havof en't posted much, but I did when I was told to, and since then, I haven't posted any less than the rest of the crew. As far as I know, the same goes for Gareth too.
Let me get back to you in a couple days. Today has quite possibly been the worst day in my life.
If you want to RP buying something that has anything with evilness to do, feel free to drop in in the black caravan in the RP section on the other site.
*Maniacal laughter*
What the others have said is entirely true: make up whatever the hell you want. My advice: don't bother listing your items and capabilities; it only gives others weapons and hedges you into one role, as it were. Make stuff up on the fly. Most importantly, (two things really) be descriptive and DON'T forget FoD. It's a little rule we have around here; you may have heard of it. Freedom of Destiny. You must absolutely NEVER control what another character does without their consent, and probably not even then. It's their character, not yours. That means there's always a chance to dodge or block something, always a chance to respond to your soul-draining blast or whatever with something better. Always. There are, as far as I know, no exceptions.
Ahem. I shall get off my soapbox before it collapses, then.
(What's that you say? I was standing on the soap? Oops.)
-E3
Welcome to the arena Basilisk_89. Heres your
for joining. I've seen you around, you used to have the raichu avatar right?
Sure Memnanth, welcome back.
Welcome to the arena Basilisk_89. Heres your
I've seen you around, you used to have the raichu avatar right?
*sniff* Yeah, until they took it away. I still haven't forgiven Gleemax for that. The brain is more trouble than he's worth, but all the rebellions end in failure. Anyway, thanks for the dragon; I'll call her Jade (after the late Mara Jade Skywalker).
POST 6000!
Was that necessary?
EDIT: Much better; when I first read it you didn't have it in a celebratory manner.
Onoz.
It's OH NOES! And with a straw.
Welcome back again.
The shade, elongating a single claw, writes a sizzling signature onto the ledger - Aaron Wight
Aaron Wight
Aaron Wight. The name still inspires terror in innocent souls. The phantom necromancer who wandered the nights of the new moon, stealing souls. The black magician who eats the hearts of maidens. His past is shrouded in mystery, his present is bound to the fates of others, and oracles can see nothing but confusion in his future.
Aaron learned his arts from an aging sorcerer, an uncanny woman said to have lived to the age of nine hundred. Seeking to understand the power that sustained her, Aaron apprenticed himself to her - and, the legends say, lost his soul. After his time spend with the witch, he returned from obscurity to terrorize the land in pursuit of eternal life - since he witnessed his sisters and parents die of a wasting disease, Aaron feared death. Can he be blamed for seeking to escape its empty grasp?
At the age of ninety-three, he still seems to be a youth. A gentlman of perhaps twenty. Such was the work of the magician.
One black night, Aaron struck a temple filled with young clerics celebrating their entry into the service of the gods. Aaron's gaze met a young woman's.
Love changed his ways overnight. However, the cleric died of the same withering disease Aaron's family died of. But not before imparting on Aaron the truth behind death.
Aaron Wight. The name still inspires terror in innocent souls. The phantom necromancer who wandered the nights of the new moon, stealing souls. The black magician who eats the hearts of maidens. His past is shrouded in mystery, his present is bound to the fates of others, and oracles can see nothing but confusion in his future.
Aaron learned his arts from an aging sorcerer, an uncanny woman said to have lived to the age of nine hundred. Seeking to understand the power that sustained her, Aaron apprenticed himself to her - and, the legends say, lost his soul. After his time spend with the witch, he returned from obscurity to terrorize the land in pursuit of eternal life - since he witnessed his sisters and parents die of a wasting disease, Aaron feared death. Can he be blamed for seeking to escape its empty grasp?
At the age of ninety-three, he still seems to be a youth. A gentlman of perhaps twenty. Such was the work of the magician.
One black night, Aaron struck a temple filled with young clerics celebrating their entry into the service of the gods. Aaron's gaze met a young woman's.
Love changed his ways overnight. However, the cleric died of the same withering disease Aaron's family died of. But not before imparting on Aaron the truth behind death.
I was going to use a character I posted before I left if no one minds... Should I repost it?
That said, here's Jade Manydeaths and the Harbinger
The extra event going on is pretty much over and it doesnt stop matches from happening so dont worry. Once you find an opponent you can have your match in IC2.
Oh can we sblock any pics that are posted, it just makes the thread run smoother. Thanks.
Sysiphus Magnus
A cloaked and hooded figure slowly makes it's way down to the sign up sheet. As it raises it's hand to the sheet, a kind soul notes that it bears no pen. As they offer their own up to the figure, shrouded all in darkness. Before their benevolent gesture lands on the man, it removes its hand from the sheet. In the finest of inks, the sheet bears the name
Sysiphus Magus: Regnant Sciame
A sibilant voice, barely audible in the crowd, issues from the hood, "Thank you for the offer, kind sir, but I have no need, as you can see."
Speakin' of which, Aaron did attend to the mentally screaming girl a post or two ago, anything happen?
The old TX-Y51 stealth plane came hurtling through the sky at amazing speeds. Jasper Lorn screamed, trembling with fear. He'd always imagined he'd die fighting for knowledge against the Serpanno Dome, not in the head of a.... gakking skymount! Jasper jerked on the stick just in case it did anything, but the stick snapped off. So Jasper just kept screaming, terrified, until the plane collided with the celing of a very large, coliseum-like building. The plane crashed into the middle of the audience, claiming the lives of thousands. And then Jasper realized two things. Firstly, he was alive. Secondly, there were lots of things all around him. Jasper grabbed his weapon - a smooth, curved weapon, a blade-like thing with a blue hilt that had once belonged to his great grandfather Gareth Lorn that was apparently called a Catanno. Jasper kicks open the face of the skywing, Foreserp relics be varred. He jumped out of the skymount's head and held the catanna out like it would repel anyone that tried to get near him, and ran away from the Skymount, slashing out at the any of the things that got to close, until he finally reached the bottem of the arena. Jasper Lorn looked around, confused and alone in a time and place that was not his own.
My characters can be found in the rooster.
Whatever happened to Cog n taz and lord Gareth?
inspired in part by a song I heard and also by Dragor
Wait a minute, are you saying that I was part of inspiring you to makke that character??? thank you very much for honoring me like that
Was it Simon or Malcom or (gods forbid it) Artak?
and was the song in question by chance Dance of the Dead?
anybody open for a mach?
Hell Layers
Hell's Layers:
Avernus- First layer of Hell- Ruled by Llval
Dis- Second layer- Ruled by Dispater... still
Minauros- Third layer- Ruled by (An as of yet undisclosed person)
Phlegethos- Fourth layer- Ruled by Jinx and Trigger
Stygia- Fifth layer- Ruled by Izkaila, the red devil lady
Malbolge- Sixth layer- Ruled by LeVeldrin the Somniscient
Maladomini- Seventh layer- Ruled by Drakyll, the tgrstr
Caina/Cania- Eighth layer- Ruled by Mephistopheles
Nessus- Ninth layer- Ruled by Sorcen and Aya Anenooata
Changes-
Minauros is now ruled by a mysterious figure. All that is known of this being is that he is male and keeps himself locked in his tower, Sorcen and Aya are the only souls that know who exactly he is. He stays locked in a dark room and is told and tells his orders through a trusted blind servant that comes into his room and talks to him each day.
Phlegethos is now ruled by Jinx and her husband Trigger. During the reign of Necros this layer was still ruled by Belial after he took advantage of the distraction of the change of rulership of Hell and killed his daughter, Fierna. After Necros was deposed, Sorcen found out about a plot of Belial's to depose of Sorcen so Belial was killed and the layer was rulerless for a decade before Jinx was appointed as ruler along with her husband Trigger.
Stygia is now ruled by Izkaila. Levistus was freed from his prison and helped with Necros's ascension to power and with the destruction of Asmodeus. He was granted rulerships of Avernus along with keeping his rulership of Stygia as a reward for his assistance. Sorcen allowed Levistus to stay around for awhile after he took power but noticed that the swashbuckling devil was making advancements towards Aya. Sorcen immediately took Levistus's thrones and granted them to one of his great generals, Llval, and granted Izkaila, a former erinyes, her unique form and gave her Stygia. After taking the thrones from Levistus, Sorcen tortured the devil for a full year before imprisoning Levistus in a blue ring and keeping that ring in a secret area in his personal chambers. Levistus's senses are completely cut off and he has no way to contact anyone besides Sorcen.
Malbolge is now ruled by LeVeldrin. In my multiverse, Glasya never reached the point where she was granted her own layer. Necros's reign saw a priestess of Tiamat as the ruler of this layer. She was killed of by Sorcen himself and replaced with his good and loyal friend, LeVeldrin. The landscape has been changed to a large desert with frequent sandstorms that have been known to strip the flesh off of mortals that get caught in them.
Maladomini is now ruled by Drakyll, after Baalzebul being disposed of during the reign of Necros. Sorcen deposed of Necros's appointed ruler, Erom, a praying mantis looking demon and then appointed Drakyll as the new leader of this layer. He also changed the terrain into a grassy plain with tall weeds and fiendish beast of all kinds, there is also a forest of dark and twisted trees that are rumored to tear beings limb from limb, devils and non-devils alike.
As for the Dark Eight, Sorcen chose his eight generals from the greatest of his and Aya's commanders of all their armies, mortal and immortal alike. He chose each of them for certain qualities that would serve multiple purposes and ultimately help Baator in the long run.
Hell's Layers:
Avernus- First layer of Hell- Ruled by Llval
Dis- Second layer- Ruled by Dispater... still
Minauros- Third layer- Ruled by (An as of yet undisclosed person)
Phlegethos- Fourth layer- Ruled by Jinx and Trigger
Stygia- Fifth layer- Ruled by Izkaila, the red devil lady
Malbolge- Sixth layer- Ruled by LeVeldrin the Somniscient
Maladomini- Seventh layer- Ruled by Drakyll, the tgrstr
Caina/Cania- Eighth layer- Ruled by Mephistopheles
Nessus- Ninth layer- Ruled by Sorcen and Aya Anenooata
Changes-
Minauros is now ruled by a mysterious figure. All that is known of this being is that he is male and keeps himself locked in his tower, Sorcen and Aya are the only souls that know who exactly he is. He stays locked in a dark room and is told and tells his orders through a trusted blind servant that comes into his room and talks to him each day.
Phlegethos is now ruled by Jinx and her husband Trigger. During the reign of Necros this layer was still ruled by Belial after he took advantage of the distraction of the change of rulership of Hell and killed his daughter, Fierna. After Necros was deposed, Sorcen found out about a plot of Belial's to depose of Sorcen so Belial was killed and the layer was rulerless for a decade before Jinx was appointed as ruler along with her husband Trigger.
Stygia is now ruled by Izkaila. Levistus was freed from his prison and helped with Necros's ascension to power and with the destruction of Asmodeus. He was granted rulerships of Avernus along with keeping his rulership of Stygia as a reward for his assistance. Sorcen allowed Levistus to stay around for awhile after he took power but noticed that the swashbuckling devil was making advancements towards Aya. Sorcen immediately took Levistus's thrones and granted them to one of his great generals, Llval, and granted Izkaila, a former erinyes, her unique form and gave her Stygia. After taking the thrones from Levistus, Sorcen tortured the devil for a full year before imprisoning Levistus in a blue ring and keeping that ring in a secret area in his personal chambers. Levistus's senses are completely cut off and he has no way to contact anyone besides Sorcen.
Malbolge is now ruled by LeVeldrin. In my multiverse, Glasya never reached the point where she was granted her own layer. Necros's reign saw a priestess of Tiamat as the ruler of this layer. She was killed of by Sorcen himself and replaced with his good and loyal friend, LeVeldrin. The landscape has been changed to a large desert with frequent sandstorms that have been known to strip the flesh off of mortals that get caught in them.
Maladomini is now ruled by Drakyll, after Baalzebul being disposed of during the reign of Necros. Sorcen deposed of Necros's appointed ruler, Erom, a praying mantis looking demon and then appointed Drakyll as the new leader of this layer. He also changed the terrain into a grassy plain with tall weeds and fiendish beast of all kinds, there is also a forest of dark and twisted trees that are rumored to tear beings limb from limb, devils and non-devils alike.
As for the Dark Eight, Sorcen chose his eight generals from the greatest of his and Aya's commanders of all their armies, mortal and immortal alike. He chose each of them for certain qualities that would serve multiple purposes and ultimately help Baator in the long run.
oozes, undead, constructs, and abberations are immune thing
i wanted him to get around that
Creative thinking can get around the ooze/undead/construct/abberration immunity restriction.
Undead usually still have flesh and organs and things that would fall under your spells' jurisdiction. Some abberrations will have similar enough organs that you will be able to use your spells on them. The other abberrations, undead and the oozes and constructs can be taken down by sacrificing some of your comrades' bodies to use as insanely screaming and wildly charging explosives against them. Or anything else creative you can come up with. Theres no rules here so dont be restricted to the DnD limitations if you dont want to.
I'm off to bed though, I need sleep. I think I've gotten over my insomniac episodes finally. G'Night all.
PS: No problem Epic. Happy Holidays to you as well.
jason knells is prepared for battle (but who is he up against? hes sub epic)
i have other characters on the competitors roster, if you want a high power match
"What did I ever do to you?!" the first man exclaims.
"Nothing. But you will still have to pay." the second one answers.
"St...Stay away from me!" The first man responds. Then, seeing that this request isn't at all likely to be followed, he throws his finger out and frantically yells out the syllables of a spell. A flaming bead flies out of his hand and heads straight for the newcomer. As it hits, it explodes into a roaring fireball. But as it fades, it is clear that the latter is either unharmed, or just doesn't care.
"Now you do have something to pay for." he announces. This is enough to force the spellcaster into a desperate run again. But the armored man reaches behind his back to draw two curved swords. He jumps high into the air-almost impossibly high-and lands swinging. What follows takes only seconds, but they surely feel like years to the victim. After it's finished, there isn't enough of the man left to bury. There isn't even enough left to cremate. There might be enough to feed a tick in need of a very light snack. But probably not. Despite all that, when the armored man gets up, he's completely unsoiled. He then looks around and comes up to the registry.
"Ah. A license to kill. Don't mind if I do."
He pulls out a long decorative pen which slowly drips black ink and signs his name in one incredibly fast maneuver.
WRANOLD
Then he slowly walks away, taking care to tread on the figurine and smash it into fine dust under his heel.
The necromancer waits for a response for but a second before Wranold crashes into the stadium. Aaron turns around and raises his free hand, but a second too late - nothing can be done to stop the carnage. "I wouldn't have done that, brute," Aaron calls to the man, as he walks away "From now on, you will show proper respect for the dead around me." His tone rings with an icy rage and authority, and as he talks, the white shadow that accompanies him drifts over to the slick, bloody stain on the arena floor. It places its hands on the ground, and the blood vanishes, replaced with a small, silver marking.
@dragor: It was Malcom - the idea of a good aligned necromancer got me thinking. I don't know the name of the song, though, I just know that part of it goes "Ay oh ah oh ay oh ay, and we danced on into the night" So it might by Dance of the Dead, I'm not entirely sure. (Thanks for the compliment, by the way :D My ego was getting hungry)
My body will not wake for quite some time. There is a battle going on, one that could crush this place. We must stop it. Set me down - I can fight.
"You presume to tell me how to live? One day you will pay for that. My revenge will be terrible and your screams will echo down the bloody abyss of the eternity. But right now I have other things to do. I'll see you when you least expect it."
Wranold bounds out of the arena towards the battlefield.
As the figure approaches, a few cries of recognition burst from the audience, but the man casts a dour glance in their direction and they cease as quickly as they began.
Silence falls as the man walks slowly up the steps to the judge's stand. Each quiet footfall echoes like thunder throughout the grand arena, and the man's breathing reverberates harshly in the still air.
The figure glances down at the worn ledger, then, with trembling fingers, opens it. There, on the first page, is a fading name: Gideon Gideonson.
The man smiles briefly, his face lighting up for a fraction of a second as old memories come back to him, but his morose demeanor soon settles over him once more. This is not the Gideon who fought those battles...that Gideon is gone, buried beneath years of experience. This Gideon is much older, much less reckless, and much sadder. No more does battle-lust consume him, no more is his artifice a joy...now these earthly actions are mere distractions from his thoughts.
He flips through page after page of competitors, remembering each and every one. Korone, Hestaby, Tyrion, Steropes...all gone. Zartha...Gideon gently kisses the page at this name...Revlis Nogard...he closes his eyes in silent reflection...Kyle Killigan...
Gideon bows his head and slowly turns away from the roster. He does not want some of these memories, yet he would not trade them for the world. But his time on the field of battle is over, at least in his mind. He is no longer in his prime, his hair is whitening, his energy draining, and yet, for some strange reason, he was drawn to this place...
Maybe there is still some fight left in him.
OOC
Hello all!
First off, let me apologize for my random appearances and disappearances. I was kind of overwhelmed by college this first semester. So my humble apologies to anyone and everyone I have abandoned/inconvenienced.
Truth be told, I feel rather guilty about it, and I feel like I've let you all down by such spotty attendance. I can't guarantee that I'm actually back, as this is my Christmas break, but we'll see what happens. Also, I can't guarantee I'm still A: any good and B: still willing and able to do arena style battles, but maybe I'll get a chance to test it.
Anyway, with that said, I'm back...at least for a while. Good to see you all again!
-Gideon
First off, let me apologize for my random appearances and disappearances. I was kind of overwhelmed by college this first semester. So my humble apologies to anyone and everyone I have abandoned/inconvenienced.
Truth be told, I feel rather guilty about it, and I feel like I've let you all down by such spotty attendance. I can't guarantee that I'm actually back, as this is my Christmas break, but we'll see what happens. Also, I can't guarantee I'm still A: any good and B: still willing and able to do arena style battles, but maybe I'll get a chance to test it.
Anyway, with that said, I'm back...at least for a while. Good to see you all again!
-Gideon
Ciao, Gideon - college, huh? Wow. I'm working on the "what's your major" thing.
Anyways, welcome back! If you'd like a match, I've got two characters free.
That, and a sort of weird request: if you've got the time or the inclination, would you mind looking over the characters I've got? There's only three on the Character Roster, but some advice or comments on how they've turned out would be great, since if I remember correctly, it was yourself, Gareth and Cog that helped get me going with Ender.
Also, your post reminded me of something I've been wanting to try my hand at for a while, and that's a non-arena campaign here. Apparently, there were a bunch of them before Sorcen, but the only thing in the archives are the arena threads, so I have no idea how to make a freeform MotP campaign. If anyone has tips or is interested in joining something like that, let me know.
Speaking of which, now would be a fine time to check out the plothook site, which has a very rough draft of your first adventure, Under Northern Skies players. It's under construction, but there's nothing there yet that you can't see, so if you'd like to take a peek and give me a yes/no on that, feel free.
Welcome back, dude! You missed the wipe of my previous characters and the introduction of The Harbinger! And this new little girl ^_^
Ciao, Gideon - college, huh? Wow. I'm working on the "what's your major" thing.
Anyways, welcome back! If you'd like a match, I've got two characters free.
That, and a sort of weird request: if you've got the time or the inclination, would you mind looking over the characters I've got? There's only three on the Character Roster, but some advice or comments on how they've turned out would be great, since if I remember correctly, it was yourself, Gareth and Cog that helped get me going with Ender.
Sure thing! It may be a day or so...or tonight, if I can't sleep. I'll see what I can do. :D
Also, your post reminded me of something I've been wanting to try my hand at for a while, and that's a non-arena campaign here. Apparently, there were a bunch of them before Sorcen, but the only thing in the archives are the arena threads, so I have no idea how to make a freeform MotP campaign. If anyone has tips or is interested in joining something like that, let me know.
I know how they run if you want some tips/want to brainstorm...and I'd DEFINITELY be interested in joining. :D
Speaking of which, now would be a fine time to check out the plothook site, which has a very rough draft of your first adventure, Under Northern Skies players. It's under construction, but there's nothing there yet that you can't see, so if you'd like to take a peek and give me a yes/no on that, feel free.
I've completely forgotten this...care to send me a link?
*Glomp/tackle/huggle*
Welcome back, dude! You missed the wipe of my previous characters and the introduction of The Harbinger! And this new little girl ^_^
I'll definitely have to find those posts then...yours are, without, some of the most interesting to read. :D
First off: thanks in advance - I've been in and out myself, this has been the first time I've been able to hang out at all for a few weeks.
Second: brainstorming would be good, as would the "how they run" thing. I'd be honored to have you join up - I have an idea for something that'd never quite work in a d20 ruleset, but I'll post it later - English essay to finish ("Was Shakespeare Catholic? Are there hints towards it in Macbeth?" Blech.)
Third: Under Northern Skies is my first attempt at an online campaign - I'll link you to the plothook site here but the thread on Sorcen's other site has more information. If you're interested in joining, I'm fine with it if the others are - since there's no deadline yet.
Now back to our regularly scheduled broadcast:
Tonight: Cloudy, with a hint of doom.
Tomorrow: Spotty armagedon, with Freezing Intermixed
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So, choice is yours then - Alexander or Aaron?
Second: brainstorming would be good, as would the "how they run" thing. I'd be honored to have you join up - I have an idea for something that'd never quite work in a d20 ruleset, but I'll post it later - English essay to finish ("Was Shakespeare Catholic? Are there hints towards it in Macbeth?" Blech.)
Whenever you want to discuss it. Also, if people here are planning on joining, PMs are probably best, so you don't give to much away to to many people.
Third: Under Northern Skies is my first attempt at an online campaign - I'll link you to the plothook site here but the thread on Sorcen's other site has more information. If you're interested in joining, I'm fine with it if the others are - since there's no deadline yet.
Looks potentially interesting...I may want in on this, if that's okay by everyone. Also, what are the Character Creation rules? I really don't feel like slogging through 20 pages of chatter...
Heeey...if you're back....WE CAN BRING BACK TYLER AND INAYA!
Yes we can indeed! The only question, of course, being...how much time has passed for them?
ill be starting a adventure tread soon, all are welcome! (if you want to fight archdevils that is)
Here's my stats for the Northern Skies...I know it's posted here, but I was to lazy to log on to another site...
14, 16, 17, 15, 10, 16
It says there's an order, but there isn't. I just had to pick an order to be allowed to save them.
And NorthWind? I looked over your characters...both Alexander and ESPECIALLY Aaron are interesting, and I'd like to see more of them. I may, in fact, have to bring along Aaron Baird to meet Aaron Wright...a battle of the Aarons, if you will. And, interestingly enough, my Aaron also deals with souls and death, although in a slightly more...predatory manner, I suppose. I don't know...something about the name Aaron...
Also, Apocalypse Unleashed :D
Character Info:
Like Jessica, I will also be doing a blanket character wipe, with the exception of any I need to bring in to work with Tyler/Inaya. Gideon may also stay, and Caben Duur may make a cameo, but for arena battles I will not recycle old characters unless specifically requested.
That said...I need some new material.
That said...I need some new material.
And for anyone whose wondered about why I've not been responding to the battles for a few days, 1) I really didn't want it to wind up another Sorcen and I -hurling stuff-fest again. 'Cos the two of us should never be allowed to do that under the normal conditions here
...2) I'm knida wanting to hear about this virus thing myself in the misc thread. And I wasn't needed...
And 3) well, there is no third. But because I'm sure we all want this thing back up with speed, NON'A YA HAVE SEEN AN APOCALYSE YET!!! (Insert manic laughter here... Wait... I wrote in caps but couldn't be assed to do the laughter?!)
NW: I want to have a blast with Ender when he's done moshing Emo bards :P
Guess who missed you?:D
Anyways, glad to see you back, and I hope you can stay. I really should check in on this place more often... Looking forward to chatting with you again ^_^
And 3) well, there is no third. But because I'm sure we all want this thing back up with speed, NON'A YA HAVE SEEN AN APOCALYSE YET!!! (Insert manic laughter here... Wait... I wrote in caps but couldn't be assed to do the laughter?!)
Khael...that sort of evil seems very close to a personal friend of mine. VERY close indeed. And this friend doesn't take kindly to beings trying to step on his turf. He sometimes responds a bit...er...violently. Just thought I'd throw that out there...
GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!
Guess who missed you?:D
Anyways, glad to see you back, and I hope you can stay. I really should check in on this place more often... Looking forward to chatting with you again ^_^
Missed you as well, my friend :D
Khael...that sort of evil seems very close to a personal friend of mine. VERY close indeed. And this friend doesn't take kindly to beings trying to step on his turf. He sometimes responds a bit...er...violently. Just thought I'd throw that out there...
You're speaking to a guy who spent months setting up this combat, using only random coincidence from others as aid. I therefore suspect your friend is the one trying to step on MY turf. And that is very evil sneaky turf to try and step on... BWAHAHAHAHAHAhahaha[repeat ad infinatum]!
I'd go on a diatribe of differences, but theres little point. Suffice to say It'd treat Caben as a brother-in-arms, but is technically his lesser. And quite probably younger.
Oh, and its not really evil. More deranged, and egotistical.
Regardless...it was something imprisoned, no? Cause I've got a little counter that might suffice to liven things up in the face of such a foe. :Devil:
It called it a prison because it had no idea how to get out (or get in, for that matter) at the time.
EDIT: nevermind...it may work after all.
1) It drains power. Not AMF drain, but leachs it - fireballs are cooler, ice spears warmer, magic weapons are weaker, an effect which grows stronger with proximity to The big daddy... This can be circumvented (of course) but no-ones tried to figure it out yet.
Even the babies have this, abeit only in they themselves are harder to hurt with magic, and that which does will be passed to the father...
2) It was incorporeal, possessing bodies and enhancing them. Now... however who knows... well, me of course. but I wondered if anyone else knew.
3) It makes babies. By shattering itself into parts and then reforming into its prior state. Basically.
Those are all of between one to three foot high, but the more stuff gets thrown at them, or the more father gets stronger... Guess....
And no, it is not 'the stinkier they become'.
Oh and 4) It's nuttier than a nutcake, made with extra nutty nuts. The kind of nutty where you declare yourself ruler of a world on entrance, with no armies, allies or anything else about you, while standing in the midst of your opponents forces.
Oh, and you happen to be a shadowy monster who cannot actually take form or even fight back very well, while declaring this.
If you need proof of this particular fact, its in the misc thread.
Thanks for the clarification on that things powers Khael. That helps define what I can and cant do to it a bit more.
@ Northwind and Memnanth and anyone else looking for a match: As to the matches, it will be awhile before I get a chance to check the proboards site for which arenas are open so feel free to do that on your own and decide where to have your match.
And of course IC2 is open on this site.
5) The kiddies are semi-mindless at best, least at first, or seem to be as only the higher forms are capable of anything near speech or tactical planning.
They do however act as relays for the father, what they know it does too.
6) It doesn't have a truename. As for why, that stems from the fact it shouldn't exist, and its creator never gave it a name. The titles of 'The beast', 'The master' 'Oblivion', 'Sin' etc. were all things it was called, not its name.
7) It travels (and has currently been using thr body of) something as yet unseen, save for a pair of skinny arms, with a voice of a young girl (in a language unknown to this multiverse), which seems to be indestructible. Or as close to as you'll probably get, what with falling several miles out of the void, being used as a meteor twice, and having been pulled down a tower while having 'hell visited on it repeatedly during this process'.
Okay, I think that covered it this time...
Memnath: cool, IC II on Sorcen's it is?
Gideon:
1: Thanks for the comments on the characters - there is something about the name Aaron...it just sort of popped into my head for some reason, and nothing else seemed to work...I look forward to an Aaron v. Aaron match, by the way - especially if they're both necromancer-ish...it sounds as though Aaron Wight has a completely different view of death, which usually makes for some fun dialogue.
2: Your stats are fine, note, however, that you also have the option of using the 32 point buy from the DMG if you'd prefer. I'm assuming the other players would love to have you aboard (they include Jess, E3, Khael, Cog and Dragor), since there's no deadline for character sheets yet and we're all fans of your posts ;)
3: The character creation rules are as follows:
Floating re-roll OR 32-point buy is allowed for stat generation.
Classes and races are core only, unless approved (ironically, everyone save for Jessica is playing a non-core character, so if you have something in mind, run it by me and I'll probably be okay with it)
No evil alignments.
Additionally, there is a new race, the Umbrial (found in "Setting Information" somewhere towards the bottom) and a new spell, Chant's Summoning (also towards the bottom of said page) available for players.
Thanks for your interest (have to fit a :D in here someplace), I'll probably send a PM your way about my non-d20 PbP sometime this weekend.
Sorcen - The man who did it all! I wouldn't have had any skills if this place hadn't been created by the lord of hell.
Gareth - The battle between Tyrion and Valoran was the turning point in my skills, I think. I'm honored that it was with you.
Gid - So glad you came back! You served as a role model for me. Every post you made was top-notch, and I always strove for that as well. You, sir, are the best of us. The days of adding a page a day are back, I can tell. :D
With those words, I must bid you all a fond adieu. May your matches be filled with many hours of great roleplaying.
-- Lord_Bahamut
Character Exits.
Siventarr wings around the arena in his ethereal state, seeking his foe. With a jolt of surprise and holy energy, he is knocked from the ethereal plane and back into hell. There before him stands his mortal foe: Heironneus.
Siventarr brings Merikel up in an aggressive stance. "Come to die, have you? I have long awaited this moment, old man. I will drain you blood from your body, feast on you fle-" Heironneus cuts off Siventarr's rant with a downward swing of his own glowing, holy sword.
"No, demon. I have come to destroy you, and end your presence of evil. It is long past time that I did this." The two beings dance across the skies of Baator, holy and unholy energy sparking back and forth. Evenly matched, neither can get the upper hand. Siventarr snarls through his fanged mouth at his former god.
"You have grown much stronger. I will truly be invincible when I consume you!"
Heironneus merely smiles grimly, and speaks a word of holy energy. Drawing on his own deific essence, the god of good and valor draws back his longsword and slices down. Siventarr grins at the foolhardy move, and raises Merikel to block the attack while his pincer claws slice towards the chest of his enemy. Heironneus's sword clangs into Merikel... and shatters the evil blade into a thousand pieces. Siventarr freezes for a moment as his deific essence, no longer controlled by his sword, begins to run rampant within him. Heironneus steps backward through the sky to watch his former subject die. Siventarr arches his back and screams as claws of ghostly white energy claw their way out of his mouth and eyes. His body begins to crack, and the plate-mail armor covering him tarnishes into rust and crumbles. Siventarr's skin is grey-black, and spiderwebbed with cracks and fissures. With a final, curse laden scream at Heironneus, the Demon Lord Siventarr crumbles to ash and powder, blowing away into the wind.
Tyrion stands among the carnage, his fists glowing with their customary green flame. He looks around at the place that has been his home for so long, and begins scribing a portal back to his own universe. He sends a mental message out to Valoran, one of heavy goodbyes. With the rune complete, he steps among it's complicated patterns and begins to chant. Green-white energy seeps up from the ground around the monk, and part of the floor he is standing on breaks away. Tyrion slowly descends into the ground, passing through the many planar and multiverse boundries to get back to his home plane. He looks up just before he leaves to see this arena for the last time. And then, with a flash of green energy, he is gone.
Edvard stands before the dragon.
"Yes, I called," the archmage snaps. "I want you to go up there and beat the hell out of whatever it is that is making me not be able to use my magic. Double your normal price."
The chinese dragon taps a tiny clawed hand on it's massive chin in thought. "If I remember correctly," it rumbles, "you never payed me for the last thing I did for you." Edvard grins sheepishly. "Thus the offer of double your normal fee!" The dragon shakes his head sadly. "No, not this time Edvard. If you can't pay me now, I afraid I'll have to force it out of you." Edvard swallows nervously (no easy feat for a lich), and says, "You wouldn't do that, would you?" The dragon pulls back his lips to reveal long fangs in what could be a smile. "Oh indeed I would."
Edvard moves his hands faster than he's ever done. In less than two seconds, he pulls up a portal to his home castle with it's newly replaced obsidian floor. Unfortunately, in less than two seconds the dragon has launched itself through the air towards Edvard, jaws gaping wide. Edvard leaps through his portal, but before he can shut it the dragon comes roaring through. As the portal closes, Edvard's pleading voice and the sound of a roaring dragon can be heard clearly, along with Edvard's enraged screams of, "I JUST REPLACED THAT FLOOR!!" The portal snaps shut, and the lich and the dragon are gone.
Siventarr brings Merikel up in an aggressive stance. "Come to die, have you? I have long awaited this moment, old man. I will drain you blood from your body, feast on you fle-" Heironneus cuts off Siventarr's rant with a downward swing of his own glowing, holy sword.
"No, demon. I have come to destroy you, and end your presence of evil. It is long past time that I did this." The two beings dance across the skies of Baator, holy and unholy energy sparking back and forth. Evenly matched, neither can get the upper hand. Siventarr snarls through his fanged mouth at his former god.
"You have grown much stronger. I will truly be invincible when I consume you!"
Heironneus merely smiles grimly, and speaks a word of holy energy. Drawing on his own deific essence, the god of good and valor draws back his longsword and slices down. Siventarr grins at the foolhardy move, and raises Merikel to block the attack while his pincer claws slice towards the chest of his enemy. Heironneus's sword clangs into Merikel... and shatters the evil blade into a thousand pieces. Siventarr freezes for a moment as his deific essence, no longer controlled by his sword, begins to run rampant within him. Heironneus steps backward through the sky to watch his former subject die. Siventarr arches his back and screams as claws of ghostly white energy claw their way out of his mouth and eyes. His body begins to crack, and the plate-mail armor covering him tarnishes into rust and crumbles. Siventarr's skin is grey-black, and spiderwebbed with cracks and fissures. With a final, curse laden scream at Heironneus, the Demon Lord Siventarr crumbles to ash and powder, blowing away into the wind.
Tyrion stands among the carnage, his fists glowing with their customary green flame. He looks around at the place that has been his home for so long, and begins scribing a portal back to his own universe. He sends a mental message out to Valoran, one of heavy goodbyes. With the rune complete, he steps among it's complicated patterns and begins to chant. Green-white energy seeps up from the ground around the monk, and part of the floor he is standing on breaks away. Tyrion slowly descends into the ground, passing through the many planar and multiverse boundries to get back to his home plane. He looks up just before he leaves to see this arena for the last time. And then, with a flash of green energy, he is gone.
Edvard stands before the dragon.
"Yes, I called," the archmage snaps. "I want you to go up there and beat the hell out of whatever it is that is making me not be able to use my magic. Double your normal price."
The chinese dragon taps a tiny clawed hand on it's massive chin in thought. "If I remember correctly," it rumbles, "you never payed me for the last thing I did for you." Edvard grins sheepishly. "Thus the offer of double your normal fee!" The dragon shakes his head sadly. "No, not this time Edvard. If you can't pay me now, I afraid I'll have to force it out of you." Edvard swallows nervously (no easy feat for a lich), and says, "You wouldn't do that, would you?" The dragon pulls back his lips to reveal long fangs in what could be a smile. "Oh indeed I would."
Edvard moves his hands faster than he's ever done. In less than two seconds, he pulls up a portal to his home castle with it's newly replaced obsidian floor. Unfortunately, in less than two seconds the dragon has launched itself through the air towards Edvard, jaws gaping wide. Edvard leaps through his portal, but before he can shut it the dragon comes roaring through. As the portal closes, Edvard's pleading voice and the sound of a roaring dragon can be heard clearly, along with Edvard's enraged screams of, "I JUST REPLACED THAT FLOOR!!" The portal snaps shut, and the lich and the dragon are gone.
Gid - So glad you came back! You served as a role model for me. Every post you made was top-notch, and I always strove for that as well. You, sir, are the best of us. The days of adding a page a day are back, I can tell. :D
With those words, I must bid you all a fond adieu. May your matches be filled with many hours of great roleplaying.
-- Lord_Bahamut
:embarrass
Don't really know what to say here...I'm torn between feeling really good (although I still swear that the above isn't necessarily true) and rather depressed...What can I say? I'm glad that I've gotten to work with you, and that my work helped you in some way. It's been a great time, and we've been lucky to have you around. Stop by any time, keep in touch if you want, and I hope things improved greatly for you.
Good luck, Lord Bahamut. We'll miss you.
-Gideon Gideonson
In other news, Tyler's about to bust a jam, and I'm about to break out a new character based on this song
Wonder if the two of them would look on one another as enemies or equals...
See ya around friend.
~
Khael: Cool, although I have to admit, you did alot better on your character then mine. I think Smoke would probably see Gabrial more as a friendly rival than anything, maybe a partner even (in whatever long-term goal he has).
Jess and Gid: Aya really likes those song parts of the fights ya'll do with Tyler and Inaya.
I'm sure everyone agrees: you'll always have a place here, and if you ever wanna reach me, you can.
[email]enderchant@gmail.com[/email]
I'm thinking either Dramuk or one of those two not yet presented characters of mine... one is just an ordinary g33k that found his computer able to do weird stuff all of a sudden, while the other is... everything but not at once so to speak.
I just got done watching The Nightmare Before Christmas. Strange movie...made stranger by the Icelandic subtitles on the version a friend lent me. Takes a strange (albeit good) movie and makes it even stranger...
:D
What's a really weird movie, though, has to be A Space Oddessy 2001 (or is it 2000?) It's got very little dialogue, a few multi-color surreal scenes, and an unresolved ending that's sort of (but not quite) open to interpretation.
Of course, that Barbarella reference is just begging to be wikified. ;)
Of course, that Barbarella reference is just begging to be wikified. ;)
Be my guest. It's frightening though. My college showed it at one of our movie nights as a joke. It was only made tolerable by the slightly inebriated people behind me cracking jokes throughout the whole thing. :D
Definitely one of those "Ignorance is bliss" moments :P
THE SCRIPT FOR 2001 A SPACE ODDYSSEY
Although possibly I just extended the quoting...we'll see. :D
Most of it is music, monkeys (I'd forgotton that part, actually) and that hissing noise of air escaping ;)
Also, Sorcen, what's free for Ender v. [Dragor's Character]?
A very merry Christmas to all of you!
-Gideon
I just droppe in to see how things are going and say merry Christmas and new year.
Now that those words forced their festering way out... Has anyone seen the sequel to 2001 A Space Oddysey?
I have PMs that I can't see (it says new PMs, but they're not in the box), the threads don't get flagged as having new posts when there are, and there are people on this forum but the "Who's Online" box at the bottom says nobody. Arrgh.
Oh, and when I hit "last page" on this thread, it brings me to 203, as if the two posts here don't exist. For all I know, there could be three or four replies here already, and I just can't see them.
Anyone know if/where I should report this?
Coin's voice dies away, leaving the entire plane of Baator ringing.
...what?Sorry about that. Read the recent Tavern/Nexus posts between Jessica and myself if you want to understand it.
Suffice to say, when something is supposed to be broadcast across the entire plane, I try not to miss ANYTHING. :D
Please return to your regularly scheduled battles. :D
I dont usually read the Nexus, a bit too soap operay, but Aya keeps up with it and gave me a little rundown of it. I just thought it best that everybody have the general idea.
Reality? Forget it for a little while.
Posts to be made soon. This is gonna be wild
In other news, heres a thread to answer your questions about the forum problems. Zherog's post is the good one to read, I think its the 6th post.
OoC
Alright, slowly, my grand plan for Alexander unravels. His thing is summoning magic, but if possible, my goal for him was to eventually end up calling other (willing) player characters. An NPC of yours in Alexander's service, so long as you're okay with it Sorcen, could end up being called to his aid, and ideally, the post concerning that character could be made by the poster who controlls him/her/it (Sorcen, in this case). Sound good?
OOC: Most of my characters arent ones to just be summoned up like that, especially not Sorcen. Probably the best option here would be a way to ask for help but thats about it.
Starting from planet:
Solar System- collection of planets around a star or stars.
Galaxy- collection of solar systems.
Galaxy Clusters- collection of galaxies.
Universe- all the galaxies contained within the (depending on what theory you like insert proper term here). For instance if I use the multiverse bubbles theory then each bubble is a universe and there are multiple bubbles in the multiverse
Multiverse- collection of universes.
Megaverse/Dimension- all of the multiverses and universes within larger (insert appropriate term here)s, dimensions are generally hard to travel between by any means.
But that's cool - just an idea I had been tossing around :D
It's also worth noting that Alexander is an ambitious character - Ender has one goal in mind, Aaron's still pretty new. Alexander, though, is a little overconfident (it's worth noting that, although his magic is good, it wouldn't hold off a Megaverse, see below. Anyone else interested in helping out...)
IC
"Indeed. Well, then. Anyone in need of help, c'mere."
Alexander draws a wide, deep circle, swiftly making the loop by flying on the back of the gold dragon he conjured during the earlier invasion.
"The circle should send forces away as soon as they cross the bounds of the circle. Anyone inside oughta be fine."
Alexander draws a wide, deep circle, swiftly making the loop by flying on the back of the gold dragon he conjured during the earlier invasion.
"The circle should send forces away as soon as they cross the bounds of the circle. Anyone inside oughta be fine."
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Jess: The adventurer Sorcen is the one that would be able to prevent this, he has a long history of travellin and altering multiverses and their timelines and hes the only one to escape the Shadow Dimension, along with his two companions. Hes diverted and outright stopped a few planar apocalypses. And I have a few ideas of how this thing could be stopped fairly easily anyway. To maintain order I sort of have to have Sorcen at that kind of power level, sorry.
What, I'm a day late you say? It's the second of January?
Pssh. Like I care - it's been exactly one year since January 2nd, 2007, so there y'have it. Happy New Year!
@Sorcen: yeah, that's the plan - it'd be sort of like a cameo appearance, any minor character would do. Again, though, that's totally up to you - Alexander's willing to ask for help in more than one way.
@Under Northern Skies players: Rejoice! I have a solid campaign arc ready, and your adventure in the Mosswoods will pick up so soon as everyone has their character sheets in place!
...make a will save
I'll try to work AFAPWRGB (As Fast As Possible While Retaining Game Balance).
Move this multiverse. Doesn't matter how far, or whatever, but all the combined events so far, are going to have to be noticed (Or... Caben, Caben versus Skraal, a hole to what apparently is the biggest known linkup of worlds, then having at least two others holes ripped in the fabric of existance both with big inflows, one still open, the holes ripped by the mage duel, repaired or not. And now this. It adds up after a while.)
And no-one wants the noticer to come by, since it isn't fun, but has been pre-established.
Meanwhile any move would technically wipe out the bearings, and doom some other multiverse we don't have to care about instead.
Is this going to cause a problem?
Bavatxahk
Bavatxahk- Male, LE, Unique Baatezu, berserker/fighter/bodyguard/?. A giant even for the largest of devils, Bavatxahk stands about fifty feet tall. His head is humanoid with an slightly elongated muzzle, his eyes glow with the fires of hell with bright green pupils, his teeth are sharp and his canines protrude from his maw slightly, his ears taper to a sharp point just below the great horns that decorate his head, finally a second smaller pair of straight horns complete this devil's fearsome visage. His body is highly muscular and covered in metallic blue scales. His only attire is an ornate metal belt and his tattered brown lowhanging loin cloth and of course the magical guantlet on his right wrist that spews forth hellfire constantly.
His five fingered hands end in wicked claws of the same metallic blue as his scales. Various spikes protrude from his body but there seems to be a set design to them. A long and thick tail extends far behind him and ends in a wicked barb. The length of the tail is covered spines similar to that of a porcupine's quills. These spines span from the back of his neck all the way down his spine and end in a cluster on the thick of the barb on his tail. The beast stands on two large hoofed feet. Each of the four toes are razor sharp and dig deep gouges wherever the giant beast sets them down.
Bavatxahk, once a pit fiend in the service of Necros, was always large from his beginnings and through each of his phases as he ascended the ranks of baatezu. When Necros was killed by Sorcen, Bavat swore loyalty to Sorcen for his might in defeating the former Lord of Baator as well as driving Tiamat away. Sorcen accepted Bavat's fealty and after several small 'tests of faith' missions, raised the pit fiend to a greater rank and granted him a new unique form. Bavat now serves as Sorcen's personal bodyguard and left hand devil (left hand representing loyalty and defense). Sorcen frequently sends Bavatxahk on missions to keep the big devil in peak fighting condition.
Heres about the best pic I found for him and it did sort of shape my description of him: http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs21/i/2007/259/6/9/BarakKas_the_Rager_by_TARGETE.jpg
His five fingered hands end in wicked claws of the same metallic blue as his scales. Various spikes protrude from his body but there seems to be a set design to them. A long and thick tail extends far behind him and ends in a wicked barb. The length of the tail is covered spines similar to that of a porcupine's quills. These spines span from the back of his neck all the way down his spine and end in a cluster on the thick of the barb on his tail. The beast stands on two large hoofed feet. Each of the four toes are razor sharp and dig deep gouges wherever the giant beast sets them down.
Bavatxahk, once a pit fiend in the service of Necros, was always large from his beginnings and through each of his phases as he ascended the ranks of baatezu. When Necros was killed by Sorcen, Bavat swore loyalty to Sorcen for his might in defeating the former Lord of Baator as well as driving Tiamat away. Sorcen accepted Bavat's fealty and after several small 'tests of faith' missions, raised the pit fiend to a greater rank and granted him a new unique form. Bavat now serves as Sorcen's personal bodyguard and left hand devil (left hand representing loyalty and defense). Sorcen frequently sends Bavatxahk on missions to keep the big devil in peak fighting condition.
Heres about the best pic I found for him and it did sort of shape my description of him: http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs21/i/2007/259/6/9/BarakKas_the_Rager_by_TARGETE.jpg
If you want Khael, and whoever else wants to help, bring someone in that will help Sorcen cast the ritual spell to move the arena into wherever its decided to move to.
Though I suspect moving the arena just as the rest of this multiverse is unmade, would fit a 'If I can't have it no-one will!' mentality...
But it won't be for free, he's gotten a small service to ask of Sorcen, since he's been having a few problems with soulshackles lately.
"Simply tell me your name. After that, I would have you destroy the three magicians from my home plane, and then do as you will."
Alexander raises his hand, and a circle of light blazes around a group of huddled men, wearing dark purple wool coats and furred hoods. The three of them look to Alexander, a look of utter disbelief on their faces.
The giant devil seems to smile and allow his gauntlet to sate its hunger. The gauntlet's hellfire leaps forth from its resting place and pounces upon the three mages just as Bavat opens his hand to reveal the three men held inside it's massive grip. The hellfire seeks to land on the mages and incinerate them entirely, even their souls will be holocausted (the "total destruction by fire" meaning) and devoured by the flames of hell spewing forth from the gauntlet.
EDIT: Sorry for all the messing up and editing, the WotC site is going nuts.
They really need to get on the ball with fixing this.
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Evil dictator jar of brains (or lack thereof)
He is about to stay the hand of Bavatxahk, to call out and spare them. But in his hesitation, they are destoryed, body and soul.
Alexander looks numbly on, shock written in his face.
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Sorry Memnath! I'm sort of busy with schoolwork, so my time online is scarce. I'll reply post-haste.
"Thou task hath been completed." Bavatxahk says matter-of-factly to Alexander.
Again.
:D
Information is rather scarce at the moment, but depending on how it plays out, I just might have to consider getting in on this. Jessica's promise of reality going out the window opens some fiendish possibilites...
Yeh your deductions are correct. We've just been waiting on Jess to get back to lauch her cataclysm. I agree though, I thought the same things about reality going screwy and how that opens up some possibilities for some really cool and strange monsters.
I see so many quest threads and references to "go introduce yourself at the tavern," but I can't find the tavern and the quests are all long since begun and the arena... well, I'm not just here for fighting, and... you all see how I'm left a very confused little old dragon...Enjoy yourself in our community here, feel free to ask me any questions and we'll be happy to help.
Solar System- collection of planets around a star or stars.
Galaxy- collection of solar systems. Usually the solar systems themselves orbit around a central supermassive black hole in the center of each galaxy.
Galaxy Clusters- collection of galaxies.
Multiverse- collection of universes.
Megaverse/Dimension- all of the multiverses and universes within larger (insert appropriate term here)s, dimensions are generally hard to travel between by any means.
Universe- technically a giant membrane that contains all of the galaxies and other stuff within a universe.
Multiverse- the 11th dimension, where all of the membrane universes float around and interact with each other.
Dimension- each of the directions that we can move is a dimension; left, right, up, down, forward, backward; and of course time. Also there are some other microscopic spatial dimensions as well. Altogether we have 11 dimensions. Dimension has also been used interchangeably with the term multiverse and universe.
Megaverse- Perhaps there are multiple multiverses. These would appear similar to the description of multiverse above. Each multiverse would appear as a shape floating within a bigger container. Or perhaps this same idea could be expressed in a different way without repeating the membranes floating in a container theory.
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Hello Baator! Exams are over, and I am back!
@Sage Bahamut: Welcome! Getting involved's pretty easy. All you have to do is create a charcter and announce his or her (or its) prescence here, as I have done below, and you're good to go. You can post at the Taverne, sign up for battles, and so on.
@Sage Bahamut: Welcome! Getting involved's pretty easy. All you have to do is create a charcter and announce his or her (or its) prescence here, as I have done below, and you're good to go. You can post at the Taverne, sign up for battles, and so on.
BIC: Sorcen smiles at the young man. "The lack of a name is no problem sir. If possible can we mark you down as merely a line or an X? If your n-name policy is related to your spellcasting and any name applied to you would diminish your power then our roster will cope in different ways. Either way you may compete without signing anything."
"Thank you, sir. That kindness isn't often found around here much any more."
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Thanks, I hope so too :D
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Darn, Sorcen - that sounds cool. Maybe my next character could be the nomenmancer Sorcen was expecting?
OOC: Thanks, it was just off the top of my head sort of. Yeh feel free to use that, I have a character of my own based off of this idea already but its more of an apocalyptic monster then an actual character so you're welcome to try your hand at a character for it.
Oh by the way, the tavern is back open. Although it was only sort of closed before. So feel free to jump in there with your characters again. And we are officially not waiting for Jess and Gid's apocalypse anymore, well at least not halting our normal progress for the apocalypse. (No offense to Gid and Jess meant here, just have to get things moving around here again.)
And I think we need to clear up the stuff in the IC1 so we can use that for matches again soon.
One suggestion: try a basher. Seriously! They're fun! (ish) Anyway... Back to my pile of homework.
Blessed be!
(Oh, forgot to mention, I took the SAT this morning and was vaguely disappointed. It's so ******* easy! I could have done this in fourth grade! [No joke, the math is all beginning algebra and the rest is interpretation, vocab, and grammar. I was probably better at it in fourth grade than I am now.] The only hard part was sitting still for FIVE FRIKKIN' HOURS!)
What concept do you associate them with, if you don't mind my asking?
As for the SATs, I'll be taking those shortly. They say that the mathematics portion uses concepts from up to 8th grade algebra. Blech, people have been bugging me to study for them.
I've taken the PSATs, though, and I'll agree that the verbal is easy. (The PSATs and SATs are supposed to be about the same - one teacher said that the PSATs were actually a little harder, since the College Board's got scholarships riding on them.) Anyways, good luck with the scores.
Blessed be,
E3
) almost noone takes the SAT, we take the ACT. What I found in the ACT was that the highest math was the geometry we did in 9th grade...which I had all forgotten. The rest of it telling them how something could be written better, and what certain passages and charts mean. I got a perfect score on the Reading section, and a near perfect on the science, way back in 7th grade.Khael - With all due respect..shut the hell up. I'm sick of you shoving your face into other people's creations. I'm going to explain how the hell this works, and you will not inject any of your godmodder crap into it. Get me? Got me? Good.
Sorcen - you're close. Expect explanation soon.
Thus, "existence" organizes itself into various systems. The problem happens thusly -
Nonsentient/Mindless - a simple system capable of existing indefinitely on its own.
Sentient - A complex, individual system that has the unique property of seeking out other systems to bond with. These bonds increase individual system stability, but create a larger, less stable system.
Group - A collection of bonded sentient systems. Groups seek other groups to form communities.
Community - A large collection of individuals and/or groups. Communities provide stability for the individuals and groups within them, but are very fragile on their own. Communities "bond" together to form socieites, though at this point it is more like warfare as one community attempts to subsume another.
Society - A collection of communities that nominally works together. At this stage, the system cannot support itself whatsoever - it MUST have another system with which to vent the stress within it, or it will collapse to a less complex system. Thus are wars and conflicts born.
Planet - Not reffering to the unliving matter, a Planetary system is the collection of living things upon it.
Universe - Any collection of systems that requires magic or incredibly advanced technology to exit. See also Plane.
Multiverse - A collection of universes that one may travel to and from.
Megaverse - The Megaverse is the threads of the system. Where thoughts and magic warp the fabric of the system, the Megaverse fits itself in, like a massive stitch-job. The Megaverse is controlled from the most stable point int he system - teh Nexus. An important note is that the Megaverse contains the Rules of the system - what determines "reality" within that system. Thus, the Far REalms are part of our Megaverse because the beings within it can EXIST here. Something from outside the Megaverse doesn't conform to the rules, and is thus either forced out or destroyed - the System is too strong most of the time.
What is happening now is a Megaversal Collission - two Systems are running into each other in an attempt to make both more stable through conflict.
And before you say a damn thing, Khael, there's no void between Megaverses, because nothingness is a function of reality. There is no reality between Megaverses.
Edit: oh, and I'm itching to jump into some of the roleplaying going on here, but I don't want to get in the way - any place in particular that one of my characters (or a new one) could jump in and start doing...something?
And your characters can help in any place where they can reinforce an aspect of our reality - for example, if Ender played up the fey-ness of the Sidhe courts somehow, or if Alexander created a huge negative energy sinkhole leading right to the Negative Energy Plane.
CLARIFICATION, FOLKS!
The Nexus -WAS- permission only due to the wedding going on at the time. Now, attempts to take the place over will get ho-checked (When I say Kaylee is the absolute lord and master there, I -mean it-) but feel free to come or go as you please.
That said, if you're aiding the effort, I'd do that in this thread, where the crash is going to happen pretty soonish.
The English portion should be a cinch for anyone with a Baator-worthy vocabulary and a middle-school sense of grammar.
I just caught that. Nice. And I gotta say, posting here has probably been the best practice I've had for expressing myself in writing for a long time.
Anyway I was jsut explainin the scientific structure of the universe the second time, the first explanation was my personal structure for it for my games but actually I may change to the scientific version instead. Looks good though Jess, thats an interesting take on it. Oh and tone it down on the Khael-bashing if you would, he is hard to work with but his cynicism is useful and I do consider him a friend. A little friendly and nicely worded chatter is ok but dont start a war here, Thanks and I mean no offense to either party.
Northwind: Lunoc has a new quest coming up soon. And you can always stop by the tavern, thats where the majority of quests get started so feel free to ask about some sort of adventures to go on or start your own. And glad that my threads could be of assistance to people's writing skills.
Well, for the protecting this megaverse thing, we should expect to have Ziel, Munchlord, Artak, Dramuk and Loex showing up. I'll get the posts made sometime soon ;)
When people regain sight, 5 creatures have appeared.
In the center stands a person in purple robes. The hood is drawn back, revealing a skull where the head should be.
Next to the lich stands something that could very well be another lich, although it would obviously have to be from another race, for the skull that rests inside the black hood is of an unmistakable draconic origin.
To the other side is a creature that looks rather much like a living version of the lich in black. His skull is dragonic, while his stature seems mostly like that of a lycantrope in hybrid form, which could make one think he's a were dragon of some sort, except the fact that his scales are, unlike any known dragon species, orange.
Behind Munchlord, the lich in the center, stands a very high creature with glowing red eyes. It seems to be made of some dark metal, and from everywhere on it's body, spikes, razors and blades extend. Below it's arms are another set, and all of the limbs are fitted with too many joints.
In front of the lich in purple stands a Thri-Kreen with black carapace. Unusually enough considered his race, he wears black robes, but a hint of armor can be seen below it. Around his neck dangles a steel disk with a mark shaped like a mantis claw.
"According to my sources, a major crash is gonna happen here, so it is our duty to stand affront in the defense. Where are we needed and to do what?"
"You'll forgive me, I hope, for having to leave so soon. It sounds like Baator is going to the Hells, and I'd much rather cut town than be caught here."
Doran is suddenly gone from the arena, shifting out with not so much as a parting gesture.
Soon, flames begin to swirl around the circle, spiraling further and further up in a great column of flame, scorching the skies, gradually turning into blue-white psionic energy from the base. The tongues of energy near the bottom of the pillar snake out across the ground, hooking and embedding themselves into the arena floor. The top of the inferno spreads slowly across the sky, until it seems as though it is collapsing under its own weight. Then, when it seems that it would bend down to the arena itself and engulf it, the whole vanishes in a blinding flash of light.
After all, you have to give them a good show. Otherwise, what's the point?
Out of the glowing ground where the pillar's base once was steps forth a red-scaled kobold with green eyes, unarmed, carrying a few pouches around his belt, wearing leather trousers and a black, rune-studded chain shirt. he smiles as he takes in the familiar scene before his eyes.
"Finally, home at last. Sweet, sulforous home. I'd almost feel sorry for those poor devils if it wasn't for the show I was about to give them..."
Yes, everyone, I'm back :D My life was jumping about all over the place, and I was generally too busy/messed up to post here, but I'm back now. Not going to be in too many matches, but still, I'm here. As for what our little kobold is going to do... wait and see!:D
What if I made comissioned drawings of poster's characters? Mind you, my drawings are cartoons like this and or this, but wait, there's more!
Would their be any interest in a tournament (which would be held on a separate thread so as not to clutter up Sorcen's) in which the winning character (either a Baator character or one made for the event) would get a cartoon of their entrant? If there's enough interest (at least five or so posters) I'll post an IC pitch for this and make the thread.
Oh, and assuming there is enough interest, if anyone would be interested in co-judging, that'd be very much appreciated.
Blessed be,
E3
You are proposing a roleplaying tournament with the prize for winning being you drawing a pic of the winner's character for them, right? Just making sure thats what it is. And was the judge for the tournament?
@Sorcen: Exactly right. I'll make the In-Character pitch next and put up a thread for it.
A roleplaying tournament, a la Battle Royale fights, and yes, the winner will get a cartoon of the character who they entered. I'll be judging this event - good luck all potential entrants! The In Character post and thread, up next.
Apollo - or at least, an aspect - has come to Baator.
"Ladies and gentlemen!", the god calls out in a musical baritone voice "I am here to offer you all places in tournament. A tournament whose prize will be immortality! Any who wish to enter may come forward, but only one shall earn a place in the Sands of Time. Should you wish to come forward and earn your place - " Apollo points to the ground in front of him, and a wide, glowing circle of gold appears "Place a gift before the circle and enter."
The god bows, and dissapears the way he came.
The Rules
As many of you are familar with, each individual fight will be a pure roleplaying duel between two characters. Freedom of Destiny, etc. are all in effect, however, there is a catch. Each fight will consist of a total of fourteen posts - seven per character. They'll need to be intense and action packed, guys.
I will be judging the fights, which will be arranged bracket style. Pairings will be random, and if there isn't an even number of participants, there will be a randomly assigned BYE.
The winning character will be "immortalized." They will be rewarded by Apollo IC, and then by me with a cartoon of the winning character.
Good luck!
North
I will be judging the fights, which will be arranged bracket style. Pairings will be random, and if there isn't an even number of participants, there will be a randomly assigned BYE.
The winning character will be "immortalized." They will be rewarded by Apollo IC, and then by me with a cartoon of the winning character.
Good luck!
North
Also note the rules, which have been updated. The only real change is a time contraint - each match will consist of seven posts for both characters, so that the matches will be intense and exciting. (Or at least, that's the objective here.)
You can post your entrance here, or directly to the Sands of Time if you're using a new character (but remember to make a gift of something to enter - it's mostly a flavor thing, not really neccessary or anything.)
Nice touch on the rules there, that should keep things flowing better and maximize people's roleplaying abilities.
Actually very few of my characters are interested in that thing in particular... Aside from Jack, but I don't want him in that... Wait, got it! Found a "loophole" for entering Ziel, YAY!
All right, here goes:
The soulforgians listen calmly to the aspect of Apollo. Then Dramuk and Artak each throws a look at Ziel. Ziel pauses for a second then speaks
"The code of representation?"
In concert, Loex and Munchlord says
"Of course"
Ziel then walks forth to the circle and makes a swift flick of one of his wrists. This brings forth a small stone with a strange color that seems never to be the same when you look at it, but yet always recognizable. On it is a strange mark or seal that is radiating powerful magic.
He places the gift and turns around, walking away, yet remaining behind, for suddenly, there are two Ziels.
"I need to be here and help out the crash as well."
The wizard teleports away as quickly as he came, but the other creature remains behind and walks over to the registration disk. The face of the creature features no nose, ears, or mouth, but the devil behind the disk hears a deep voice: I long for combat.
You could do a few things here though, allow the representation thing Ziel is talking about, or you could have the winner not be limited to a picture of his winning character and instead the prize will be a picture of any one of their characters. Or both of these ideas or neither of them, however you like.
BIC: The devil behind the registration looks up and shifts his glasses back up onto his nose. "Very good then, you are in the right place. Make your mark ont his page and we will get you into a match as soon as we can."
@Munch and Sorcen: When Apollo offers "immortality", we're talking something different from living forever - at least, biologically. I already knew that a lot of characters here already are immortal, so it's immortality in a different way than you might be expecting. So don't let that stop you from entering whoever you want. If that would change who you entered, go ahead and edit your posts, and I'll edit mine accordingly.
Also, the IC prize is variable, but the IC prize is a metaphor for what you're really winning, which is a drawing of the winning entrant. Keep in mind that this probably isn't going to be the only event with the Sands of Time, and there just might be other tournaments with similar prizes, depending on popular demand.
Finally, the Crash is coming, so I realize some characters would want to stay here. That's okay - the Sands of Time exist outside of linear time. Which means that your character can, effectively, go to the tournament and fight here at the same time.
By the way, nice touch with the 'existing outside of linear time' thing. That makes for infinitely more possibilities with your Sands of Time place.
The roar echoes its way through the planar fabric, resonating back to focus into one point of condensed sound, nearly tangible. It crescendoes, pounding on the eardrums of the devils in the stands... And it dies out, leaving only a pinpoint of darkness floating above the ground. It twists, writhes, contorts, to form a design that splits, as though cut. But it was indeed cut, by a thick, gritty iron axe that flips around to hook onto the runes with its roughly bent balance spike. Something tugs on the axe haft, bound in rough hide, and a man pulls himself through hand over callused hand.
He drops lightly to the ground with grace belying his size. For he is large, standing nearly seven feet tall with bulging muscles and huge hands. His hair and skin are pale and smooth, marred only by a a set of strange scars, puckered and red. They are shaped like strange sigils, resembling the Dwarven runic script. Forty-eight of the sigils adorn his body, evenly spaced over his exposed skin. He is clothed only in a loincloth and the skin on a bear, draped and cut so as to fit like a cloak or robe. The skin is belted on with a strip of green felt with a brass buckle. Tucked into the simple belt is a small, oddly bulging pouch and a knapsack.
He slips the battleaxe into a loop of rawhide on his belt and strides over to the glowing portal in the sands. He eyes it for a moment before opening the pouch at his belt. He withdraws a few small, rectangular stones; runestones; and drops four into the sands before the portal. The carved symbols flash gold in reflected light from the circle's magic before landing face-down, where they vanish against the backdrop of the gritty hellscape. Hefting his axe, Felbjorn Kvell steps into the light and is gone.
Felbjorn Kvell
Felbrin Kvell was born a child of the Hringhamm tribe in the frigid North reaches of Jorgunvarld. At the age of 11, he developed signs of the berserkergang: uncontrollable rages followed by periods of withdrawl, an insular, quiet nature, and a temper that came to a slow, simmering boil before exploding in furious flame. Upon his thirteenth winter-birth, he was inducted into Odin's Warriors, the berserkers, and given his bear-name, Felbjorn.
Felbjorn was unlike the other berserkers. Though he trained with them, learning to throw an axe or wield one, to bring on the berserkergang at his command, he was yet different. For he also studied with the tribe's vitki, the man who communed with the gods, learning the secrets of the runes and the galdr, their energy.
Felbjorn was unlike the other berserkers. Though he trained with them, learning to throw an axe or wield one, to bring on the berserkergang at his command, he was yet different. For he also studied with the tribe's vitki, the man who communed with the gods, learning the secrets of the runes and the galdr, their energy.
Magic gathers, magic flows
Knowledge pulses, power grows
The men between the worlds tremble
The kings flee their castle
The network rings like a well-tuned harp
He comes.
One of the gelugon guards stammers to ask Sorcen, "Wwwhat does it say, Lord Sorcen?"
Sorcen smiles and answers the ice devil without turning from the table. "I understand most of it, something powerful comes our way and has some sort of affect on magic. I'm not sure this will be a threat though. I want you to get the soothsayers working on this. Take the table to Septimus's school, I know Paraclesius can decipher the words completely. And I would like someone to try and find out where this thing came from, although this is the arena and things are prone to falling from nowhere so I dont expect a good answer."
The gelugon nods and begins to do as he is commanded. Sorcen levitates back to his throne, pondering this new upcoming event.
OOC: Nice character Epic, there seems to be alot of his type going around lately. ;)
And, hmm what is Septimus up to.
"Good, this lot will do nicely. It's an arena where the strong fight the stronger.
The ordinary-looking scythe that rests comfortably in his hands also speaks to The Reaper
We will defeat them in combat, and grow infinately stronger on their rich essenses. Take us above, and let bloodshead commense!
Obligingly, The Reaper wills himself upward. A very startled Kyton finds a ghost floating out from under him, in the spitting image of the grim reaper. The long, black cloak and scythe serve as the signature calling cards of such a figure, and a wispy veil across The Reaper's face obscures his features. Unconcerned for the reactions of the spectators, The Reaper floats to the regestration table, as though on the orders of some unseen entity. The fiend who stands guard over the sign in list looks up to the new figure, but The Reaper stands his ground. The Reaper says
Fight...soon...
before simply sinking into the arena without a trace, to wait. The fiend is about to point out that this new competitor must first sign his name in the book, but notes, near the bottom, a small illustration. Curious, he looks closer, and sees something that looks remarkably similair to a dog: a Grim.
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Well, I hate to steal everyone's new charecter thunder, but I couldn't help it. I've got a new charecter that I would like to introduce to the arena as well: "The Reaper." If you're interested, you can read up on him here:
Charecter Profiles
It would be nice to hear some feedback.
Charecter Profiles
It would be nice to hear some feedback.
IC:
With all of the magical power continuously changing the area of the arena, and the fact that most of its inhabitants could with a snap of their fingers create portals to other locations, if not necessarily other dimensions, many sometimes forgot the more mundane doors to the arena. Including sometimes, unfortunately, the demons in charge of guarding them. As a result, it caused nearly as much surprise in arena patrons as the most brilliant and well orchestrated teleportation spell when one of the huge, wrought iron gates opened, thrown backward, nearly knocked off its corroded hinges, and a man in robes stepped through. His robes flashed in garish purple andy yellow, clashing violently with his green hat, and rose pink shoes. The man returned something to his pocket, and strode over to the registration table. Shooting the demonic registrar a smile, displaying a full set of brilliantly shinning ivories, the man announced to all and sundry "I intend to enter into this tourney! Let all know, and fear my prescience! For none of you have yet met the mastery of Adivinaso the magnificent!" Heads turned to stare at him, as he pulled a deck of cards out of the deck. Slipping a card from the middle of the deck loose, he pressed it up against the poster, and quickly removed it. Marked upon the poster, read something totally unreadable to the majority of the onlookers. Finally, a young contestent, probably withtout even a single match under his belt, shouts out, "It's mirror writing, it's the reverse of what it should be!" Without hesitation, Adivinaso turned to another demon, and decried his lack of hospitality, demanding to be taken to the finest in in "This most miserable of planes":IC
Northwind, I need a reply...please and thank you?
I'm gonna let a few days go by, in case anyone else would like to join. If no one does, I'll make the match pairings.
Memnanth: Yeah, I know, sorry. I've been a little distracted, and, to be honest, I'm not sure where to take it from where you left off, anyways, if Aaron's lost motor functions.
"INCOMING!"
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Vilaria steps outside the Taverne, voice ringing loud and clear.
"Protoco 602039112 execute protocol 213141 execute protocol 0909090616 modify 543737 execute..."
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On Earth, thousands of supernatural elements move at the same time. Vampires frenzy as the Beast Within is unleashed, lupines give into the Rage, mages chant the first and only united ritual Earth has ever seen, and ten thousand religions and cults pray to their gods for guidance.
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Tyler Vici chants his spell with increasing fervor, hoping to outrun the impact. Black energy pours forth from it, foul and vile beyond anything the Daemon Magus has ever created before.
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In the Outlands, the Four link hands, the second time they have ever united under a common cause. As one, they bend their wills.
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There is a single moment of glorious silence that seems to last both an eternity and an instant, a moment when the entire Megaverse is at its strongest, united - the perfect, most flawless system ever created.
Then it hits.
The sky shatters and screaming things that the mind refuses to name or process rain down, already dying as this Megaverse's laws overrule them. Behind them, a bleeding, shimmering curtain of not-light follows, bringing what, in this Megaverse, can only be described as chaos with it.
A little girl with angel wings steps out of the Taverne, the daughter of Tyler Vici, and looks into the sky. Her body goes limp, and a devil catches her, too fearful to take advantage of this opportunity. But all who know can feel her will bending forward.
I couldn't resist after reading Ank's character entry... If he gets to play the Reaper card, I'm going to play the Tarot card...
IC:
With all of the magical power continuously changing the area of the arena, and the fact that most of its inhabitants could with a snap of their fingers create portals to other locations, if not necessarily other dimensions, many sometimes forgot the more mundane doors to the arena. Including sometimes, unfortunately, the demons in charge of guarding them. As a result, it caused nearly as much surprise in arena patrons as the most brilliant and well orchestrated teleportation spell when one of the huge, wrought iron gates opened, thrown backward, nearly knocked off its corroded hinges, and a man in robes stepped through. His robes flashed in garish purple andy yellow, clashing violently with his green hat, and rose pink shoes. The man returned something to his pocket, and strode over to the registration table. Shooting the demonic registrar a smile, displaying a full set of brilliantly shinning ivories, the man announced to all and sundry "I intend to enter into this tourney! Let all know, and fear my prescience! For none of you have yet met the mastery of Adivinaso the magnificent!" Heads turned to stare at him, as he pulled a deck of cards out of the deck. Slipping a card from the middle of the deck loose, he pressed it up against the poster, and quickly removed it. Marked upon the poster, read something totally unreadable to the majority of the onlookers. Finally, a young contestent, probably withtout even a single match under his belt, shouts out, "It's mirror writing, it's the reverse of what it should be!" Without hesitation, Adivinaso turned to another demon, and decried his lack of hospitality, demanding to be taken to the finest in in "This most miserable of planes":IC
Northwind, I need a reply...please and thank you?
Are you playing card zero of the Major Arcana, by any chance? That'd be my guess from the intro. :P
I'm a little lost as to what we're actually supposed to do if we want to help with this Clash of the Multiverses thingy, but I'll wait for your direction (last directed at Ira there).
Blessed be,
E3
Artak channels necrotic energy to tap into the vast resources of power that lies in the positive and negative energy plane, from which the art of necromancy hails. Then he does with them what few would consider useful, he mixes them. But instead of canceling each other out as normal he works his own power to make them mix an a whole new way, reinforcing each other in an upward spiral of every growing power far stronger than the parts used.
Dramuk taps into the elemental powers that form the strings of reality, drawing the power of creation and destruction beyond comprehension there, for he draw from the energies of all time, both future and past, as the strings are beyond both and yet interwoven.
Ziel uses the wellsprings that incarnum is, as well as the vile force that necrocarnum is seen as, most people oblivious to the fact that using the necrocarnum is necessary to cleanse it of the stain of torment. But something else in his own soul magnifies the power, for this cataclysmic event threatens his people the warforged and his determination to save them springs forth. Although he has no things to wrathful at, his rage comes forth yet as determination, and he opens up for his locked away parts and power, making him a beacon of incarnum that sends ripples of power out through even the medium in which megaverses move about.
All channel the immense power they gather into the 5th person of soulforge here, Munchlord. He can of course not contain that much power at once, but as he gets it he channels it on along with his own into a titanically big rune which he scribes with a blinding speed. Those with a sharp memory for symbols would recognize that this rune is the exact opposite to the one he made in the mage batter which cause so much chaos and destruction. This one is opposite in more aspects that shape though, for it is made to keep and strengthen the planar balances and stability.
All in all this forms a most awesome force of protection against the potential devastation that the crash could cause, truly the very best that soulforge has to offer.
Speaking of active, let's get Ender's story on the move, no? Anyone want in, 'cause that's my next project.
Sorcen smiles at Kaylee's word of warning. He crosses his legs and begins to float in the air, his eyes are affixed staring at the center of the arena, yet he seems to stare beyond anything material. Suddenly the other Sorcens arrive, one dressed in the red and black spiked battle armor, the other dressed in dark robes with darker hair and inky pitch black eyes that seem to hold the power of the pit itself in them.
The three Sorcens shimmer and fade into one perfect being. This new being is a muscular monster with large horns protruding skyward, his skin is a deep red resembling the hue of arterial blood, his eyes shine with red light just as they simultaneously are the eyes of the pit from the dark Sorcen. This is Sorcen's true and most powerful form. The giant devil sits in the same meditating position, an odd position for one such as he to be in. His focus is undisturbed by the fusing of these beings. The great archdevil emanates even more power now, so much so that it seems impossible even to look upon him without your mind being twisted into the shards of a broken mirror (Yes I know it makes no sense to be twisted into shards but thats how it feels, trust me).
Yet no one dies from looking upon this being, perhaps an extension of his magic protects everyone, or perhaps all his power is focused into stabilizing the multiverses. Suddenly the world seems calm.
The wind ceases, the earth shaking and crushing of boundaries stop. It is as if all of Baator has entered the eye of the megaversal storm. The storm is still felt and the clash still comes but the transition is much much smoother. The archdevil holds his position still, focused intently on the center of the arena. A bead of sweat begins to form on Sorcen's brow...
Northwind: Where exactly, IC, are we supposed to fight in the Sands of Time? Among the library and all its books? And I'm gussing, OOC, that the match is in the same thread right?
More specifically in the chalk circles, but I'm not sure how clear my description of the Sands of Time is.
OoC, one match at a time on the same thread, that's correct.
EDIT: Theres a storm with really bad winds around here and power and phonelines can go out at any time. And theres some huge fires that have gotten way out of control around here today. So if I dont show up for a little bit then thats why. Just a heads up.
Clouds begin to congregate across the sky. They come from different directions, unpushed by wind, in every color and state.
A cacophony of music begins to play. Each melody would probably be quite beautiful on its own but they really shouldn't be put together.
Bells toll, a sound like pages turning really loudly is heard, and a strange guttural voice chants something with way too many vowels.
Images of light appear, in uncertain shapes. For instance, one of them may be a bird if you look at it one way, a castle if you do it another way, and a flotilla of seventeen ships sailing under different nations' flags if you tilt your head a bit.
Finally, green lighting jumps out of one of the clouds and reduces the clay tablet to dust, leaving only a small silver scrollcase behind.
The gelugon pondering how to get the clay table to Magic School is forcefully thrown into a roll across the arena floor. He opens his eyes and looks back towards the pile of dust that was the clay table. The ice devil makes his way to his feet slowly and stares at the sky, glancing at Sorcen.
Sorcen meanwhile retains his concentration and postion above his throne area.
...I was hoping for a mental duel scene...
If you're still up for it, cool - I didn't know where you were going with that post, it seemed like there was more to come.
Either way, I've been slow on this match, I'll make a point of responding regularly.
Ah, I just got back into Gundam from my child hood memories, I heard the G Gundam theme, then I started watching it... Then I got obsessed XP.
Cool, Gundam. G Gundam was actually my favorite of all of the series. The tournament style always catches my eye though. You may want to take a look at TopTomCat's character Hestaby in the character roster thread. It was a similar iidea to gundams, his was a young dragon piloting a dragon-mech.
I do not. I was cylcing through some of my old bookmarks, and found this thread, Then I realized that Wizo's wasnt Mozzial friendly so I booted safari and posted.
However, a Future Century Mobile Suit Gundam Rp Does sound rather appealing.
But, I Could probably have something up in the next half hour..
Thats just some friendly advice and I could be wrong, its completely up to you though. Either way I'm in, it will just be a while before I get my character posted.
http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/index.htm
According to my mobile fighter's model number, LMF539P, it is obviously a mobile fighter. LMF- Lebanon Mobile Fighter, with the P at the end standing for Phoenix. Also on the site you gave, my gundam is based off of the Rising Gundam's entry. Since this is an original design though, it is a simple matter to change the letters and numbers and any small terms to make this gundam fit stricter requirements. Sorry for sounding a bit snappy but this is what I mean by your rules may be a bit too in depth and restricting.
Second:
Ladies and gentlemen of Baator! The creative works of NorthWind would like to present another campaign:
Echoes, a campaign about the rediscovery of magic in an alternate history Earth.
We're running on the Window (a link to that system can be found in the first post).
maybe this is their time, perhaps their era has come to an end.
but then he sees sorcen and how he is pushing the "storm" away and he grins
no, i dont think that day has come, sorcen may end this yet
ooc: Belphegor, welcome to the arena, and although anime burns my brain juice
, i hope you have fun here.Suddenly shapes form and appear in a half-circle around you:
An extremely tall black figure seemingly made from some metal. It's arms are 2 too many, and it's whole body is covered in spikes, razors, blades and thorns. It's eyes glow red.
A creature that would be as tall as the metal man if it stood upright, but being bended over it is barely higher than a human. orange scales cover it's body, and razor sharp claws takes place on its fingertips. It wears leather trousers and a pouch hangs from its belt.
Then a black robes creature that would appear human were it not for the decidedly draconic skull resting on it's shoulders, with diamonds for teeth and eyes.
Then stands a completely black thri-kreen with a decidedly cruel look in the face and eyes, with an equally black gigantic spider mount behind it, 4 well made gem inserted daggers hang from its waist.
Although he has emerged from the shadows, he seems to be cloaked in shadow still, a tall elven warrior, with scars and stains of blood on his clothes that has not been completely washed away. From his hips hangs a pair of blades that looks like they have seen their share of battle, but you sense that they are more than they look like.
The following creature is a tall creature looking like a pale human. Worn and dirty trousers are his only clothing, and aside from those he wields a pair of chains with bladed and hooked ends and warps, and the other ends merged with his forearms.
A gleeful, arrogant smile is the first feature that you notice on the next person, then you notice that the clothes does not fit with the evolutionary state of this multiverse, being more like modern day or even slightly futuristic style. Other than that the creature looks completely human, mostly ordinary and unarmed to boot, certainly looking out of place in this area.
The last person is slightly transparent, a woman hovering an inch above the floor. She is incredibly beautiful, but in a way that is slightly unnerving, especially her gaze seems to make paranoia inflate in your heart. On top of that she radiates a powerful aura of fear, but you know that something protects you.
Finally they all speak, with their own voice as well as another deep pitched on that lies below and behind, coming from all but certainly the voice of one creature, a male.
"Welcome to Baator Belphegor, I hope you enjoy your stay."
Then a loud crack is heard and a rift sending ripples of psionic energy washing over Baator appears about a foot above the infernal ground. From the rift steps a tall purple creature.
It is highly muscular, reminding of some of the more bulky goliaths, but it moves with the grace of an elf nonetheless. It wears a pair of ragged pants that are torn up along the legs to a point where they are more shorts than pants after all. From its wrists hands a pair of broken chains that were once used to restrain the creature. It unfurls a pair of bright white feathered wings as the completely white eyeballs scan the area, and the four tentacles moves slightly as the winged ilithid spoke
"Come on, like you couldn't wait those two damn minutes."
It sounds like it is mildly annoyed at the half-circle, but mostly kidding.
Nice posts Munch, thats an interesting character and my curiousity is peaked about what pic you have on your desktop.
And, thanks for the vote of confidence Legion.
Sikrannor The Crusader
((Hehe, I guess a little edit in my previous post is in order then. Concerning the pic, it's a muscular ilithid wearing something that looks like it was once leather trousers and with manacles with chains around the wrists. Said ilithid is holding another ilithid with 4 tentacle sized holes in the head... the rest (wings and stuff) was made up by me. The guy is the result of someone inserting a tadpole in a Solar))
I have an idea for a new character but it may be awhile before I get it sorted out just right. I've just gotten Elder Evils so its inspired by the contents of that book, somewhat.
The cloud field spins until it suddenly pours down in a torrent and slowly clears up and a rainbow-the symbol of change-shows its magnificent form over the arena.
A small fissure in reality forms across the sky.
my new computer lives!!
I have my new character ready but I've decided to do something else with him instead and short of a jailbreak, he wont likely see much action in the arena. But hopefully he'll help launch this new idea I have for Baator's expansion.
thank you sorcen and whos your new character?
The man who has descended in such an unnecessarily complicated way isn't very remarkable. Indeed, he looks like a thousand other mages around the worlds. He wears a long robe with mystical sigils and a belt with obscure items hung on it. But it is this very nonremarkability that makes him a reason to be wary for those with the ability to look beyond appearances. The most obvious thing about him is the tremendous aura of magic around him. It shines like the sun at point blank range to those with magic vision and fiery streams of magic run on from him somewhere into the totality of all the dimensions. You expect that kind of power from primal forces and major gods, but not ordinary men. But it is very well controlled power, so it does not leak out to manifest itself in random transformations of nearby objects, as magic is wont to do. Less obvious characteristics appear to those who watch people frequently. For instance, he walks like a man who has the weight of the world on his shoulders...and doesn't find it very heavy. His gaze suggests that he doesn't expect any trouble, despite the fact that he's walking into Hell with a megaversal storm raging around him. He walks confidently to the register.
"Ah. I missed this place. I suppose I better renew my entry, though."
He extends his hand and the register flips back several pages. Then, underneath the name Nickolobold Brightstar appears a new title: The Archmage.
Heres the character and after him will be his intro and exit all in one. All leading to my idea.
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Calixtus Borja Vanozza
Calixtus Borja Vanozza
human, male, commoner/rogue, natural astral projection
Cal has the power to enter a meditative state at will. While he is in this state, Calixtus has the ability to project himself as a shapeshifter that can turn into anything Calixtus can imagine. Cal has competed in many tournaments, hiding his body in a safe are while sending his projected self to compete as a shapeshifter. He has enjoyed an undefeated record due to his projected self's invincibility from Cal's extensive imagination. Cal has come to baator in hopes of cheating to win the tournament. All good theives must be caught one day though.
Cal enjoys dressing in fine materials but while competing he hides himself under cloaks until he can find a safe are to rest in while his projection signs up and fights in his stead. He can stay in his projected state for up to eight hours, he is able to push this limit to almost twelve hours if necessary but this is very exhausting and he prefers to end his matches within the span of an hour. His projected self is famous as an undefeatable shapeshifter and thusly his appearence alters slightly each time he enters the arenas. His projected self usually appears as a well muscled blonde man in his mid twenties. He usually wears silver half plate and weilds a large scimitar. He wears his shoulder length blonde hair down with two strands of hair that usually lay in front of his face.
human, male, commoner/rogue, natural astral projection
Cal has the power to enter a meditative state at will. While he is in this state, Calixtus has the ability to project himself as a shapeshifter that can turn into anything Calixtus can imagine. Cal has competed in many tournaments, hiding his body in a safe are while sending his projected self to compete as a shapeshifter. He has enjoyed an undefeated record due to his projected self's invincibility from Cal's extensive imagination. Cal has come to baator in hopes of cheating to win the tournament. All good theives must be caught one day though.
Cal enjoys dressing in fine materials but while competing he hides himself under cloaks until he can find a safe are to rest in while his projection signs up and fights in his stead. He can stay in his projected state for up to eight hours, he is able to push this limit to almost twelve hours if necessary but this is very exhausting and he prefers to end his matches within the span of an hour. His projected self is famous as an undefeatable shapeshifter and thusly his appearence alters slightly each time he enters the arenas. His projected self usually appears as a well muscled blonde man in his mid twenties. He usually wears silver half plate and weilds a large scimitar. He wears his shoulder length blonde hair down with two strands of hair that usually lay in front of his face.
sorcen Anenooata, surrender yourself now and procede through the portal to the fortress of lord asemodus and your subjects will be spared. resist and your arena will be raized to the ground.
Sorcen turns back to his meditation and waits patiently for the decision.
we will serve you
two muscular tall damwulves and a succubus kneel before sorcen
the succubus speaks
please, we are prisoners, but i know some of your enemy's plan we ca- she gasps as the large blade of a spear is pushed through her chest. she falls over on the ground and the two wolves separate to the extent of their chains as a pit feind dives at sorcen howling with his flaming sword drawn
the other devils are too afraid, or too smart to fight sorcen and depart imediately.
a helish (even for baator) army gathers about a mile away from the arena. seige machines of every size and type are prepared for the assault
The guard then gives orders the Damwulves to be released from their bonds. Sorcen meanwhile sees beyond the arena's walls to the gathering army. He shakes his head and sends mental orders first to the ruler of this layer of Baator and then to the generals in charge of defending the arena's grounds. Sorcens counter army begins to gather as well, ready to meet the other army.
OOC: If this is to be a more drawn out battle sequence (more then 2 more posts) then we should take it this thread.
Nice buildup and intro Septimus. I thought it was much bigger and more primal than just Nick coming back as a much stronger mage. Nice twist.
Bigger? Primal? I don't think you understand just how much stronger Nick's gotten. Since leaving Baator he's learned all of magic and got a job regulating magical channels between different realities. He's essentially invulnerable because he can use magic to defend himself against anything and magic can't be used against him effectively. He's defeated gods, world-eating monstrocities, great organizations, and countless more ordinary enemies. He's held the fate of multiverses in his hands. He's started a very slow campaign to impose his ethics on everyone everywhere. He's a big deal now.
Look forward to it Jess.
OoC
And for some reason, I'm just itching to make a new character all of a sudden. Maybe a rival for Nick (nothing personal, but if it's cool with Septimus...)
Besides, all of my characters have been pretty non-deific in the grand scheme of things.
Besides, all of my characters have been pretty non-deific in the grand scheme of things.
He stays still and looks Felix over, his ruby eyes darting all around the young man.
~
Sorcen bows to the young man slightly and shakes his hand. "I welcome you to the arena Mr Mirari."
Maybe I'll come back tomorrow, maybe next week. I don't know, but 'till then, please consider all of my characters, games, or events suspended indefinitely.
I do plan to come back, with new ideas and more free time and focus, but I don't know how long that'll take.
Stay cool,
-N
Stay cool as well,
~Sorcen
I'll be looking forward to your return, and until then:
fare well brother of Baator.
Munchlord V^^V
Well. Check out some official artwork for Ender:
Ender Chant
Well, it was supposed to be embedded, but y'all will have to settle for a link: Ender
Welcome (almost) back dude, good to hear from you again.
I'm hoping for continuation of Sands of Time too, since I'd really love a pic of Ziel (I'll include it in his entry in the roster too)
-Lord_Bahamut
By the way, senior year of high school sucks.
Also, I'm concluding my first set of character's existances (with the exception of Ender ... at least for now, anyways :plotting
Thus, Alexander, Aaron and X will no longer be participating as characters - none of their stories were quite moving as I had hoped, and what's more, I'm tired of them :P Felix may or may not become one of my characters - he'd admittedly be my biggest concept yet, since his mind springs from the billions of universes all acting like parallel processors (that is to say, if planes and universes were neurons, his brain would be a multiverse.) Or I might just steal his name and make a new character.Thus:
Epilogues
Alexander
After using Sorcen's demon to crush the mages that had been chasing him for years, Alexander was free to return to Stratus, only to find that, by traveling from plane to plane, he had aged a year or so while a century had passed in his absence at home. He stepped into a world of anarchy (remember, only Summoners were allowed to ascend the throne, and since the only one in Stratus was neither of royal blood nor even present, the kingdom had fallen apart.) However, he was soon hailed as a returning king, using his many friends across the multiverse to restore order. He rules Stratus today wisely and fairly.
Theme song: White Shadows, by Coldplay
Theme song: White Shadows, by Coldplay
Thus, deadlines are to be drawn. I will be away for the rest of March (going to Italy at the end of this week, and I won't be back until April) and once April begins, my teachers have all promised us that they'll be kicking the course into high gear. Not to mention the AP examination and SATs in May.
That being said, I'm planning to begin the game on the first weekend I have free in April. When is that, you may ask?
Doesn't matter: I'm looking for a "Yea" or "Nae" post on this thread about your status in the game by April fifth (the first Satuday in April, if I'm not mistaken.) Then, as soon as I'm free, the game will start, with all posters who...well, posted. If you did not post within the deadline (or before I had a chance to get the game going) your character will be excluded from the first chapter of the game, at the end of which, you may jump in (sans any experience gained by the rest of the party in the Prelude.) So you'll still be able to play, just not immediately.
My original ideas for this setting are rapidly fading, so I'm hoping to get this going before the other ideas I have for gaming swallow Under Northern Skies whole.
Also, I'm still in for Under Northern Skies.
I'll have a character coming along shortly. Previous plans have been scrapped - assume the Crash happened without much further event, due to unforseen cosmic circumstances (namely, third megaverse dislodged the two).
WEEEE!
KITTUPPIES!!
I think I'll send Ender over to the Nexus - tie the poor fella's story up so he can live happily ever after.
Or rest in peace
Several things explode, and the figure walks out of the smoke, holding a huge, six-barrelled shotgun in her hands. Her hair is black with soot and coal, but her face is clean and tanned. Her eyes are a calm blue, and her fingers are precise as she cocks back six firing hammers.
The only way to describe her right now it, "weapons. Lots of weapons."
"Call me Melissa Nathans, an' I'll be your click-click boom today. I wouldn't reccomend attackin' me again."
The woman signs the ledger and tosses something into the air. It shoots up like a rocket and explodes into a shimmering blaze of fire in the air - and the firework forms a skull and crossbones in the air.
"Click, click, boom, baby."
She walks to the Taverne.
Jessica, Elmira sounds like a female
NW, since Jack is in the nexus, expect him to be there with sarcastic and/or insulting comments
Ender Chant
Ender Chant came to Hell to search for his true love. He failed to find her, despite the most powerful divinations, searching the depths of Sorcen's library - even seeking her in Death itself. He found no one.
Today, Ender Chant still wanders the many worlds, accompanied by his ever loyal faery servants and a feeling of utter loss. Having failed to find her in death, he sees no need to die, and thus, his search is without end.
Ender's family never saw him again, never heard of his fantastic travels. At least, not from him. Ender Chant has passed into local folklore - the wandering magician who seeks his lost love. Stories are still told of his many continued adventures to wide - eyed children. Ender Chant and the Devil; Ender and the Necromancer; Ender Chant and the Faeries; to name but a few.
Common superstition holds that, should you ever find, after waking in the morning, an unused bed undressed, or a book taken from its previous resting place on a shelf, Ender Chant has spent an evening in your house. They say that, for a blessig from the magician, the family should leave a map or compass in a hidden part of the house.
For still he searches for her.
Theme song: A Thousand Years, by Sting
Today, Ender Chant still wanders the many worlds, accompanied by his ever loyal faery servants and a feeling of utter loss. Having failed to find her in death, he sees no need to die, and thus, his search is without end.
Ender's family never saw him again, never heard of his fantastic travels. At least, not from him. Ender Chant has passed into local folklore - the wandering magician who seeks his lost love. Stories are still told of his many continued adventures to wide - eyed children. Ender Chant and the Devil; Ender and the Necromancer; Ender Chant and the Faeries; to name but a few.
Common superstition holds that, should you ever find, after waking in the morning, an unused bed undressed, or a book taken from its previous resting place on a shelf, Ender Chant has spent an evening in your house. They say that, for a blessig from the magician, the family should leave a map or compass in a hidden part of the house.
For still he searches for her.
Theme song: A Thousand Years, by Sting
[I]“Bie mayo tallia saia casheti neock eshet hois baaint.” [/i] She continues to scream unknown words and brandish a wand that was nearly as long as her arm at the fading blue tear. At the base of the wand in the end nearest her hand, there is a faceted crystal, glowing with the same purple fire that is lashing, whiplike, out of the other end of her wand, flying towards the fading tear in the sky. Her entire body seems to crackle with a static lighting made from the purple fire as she turns to glare at the onlookers.
“My name is Elmira Tailmen, and I will be your freindly neighborhood Shadian today.” she snaps at them in an unfeindly sapprano voice. Without describing what a Shadian is, or why she is still crackling with purple lighting, she turns and walks into the Taverne
anyways, i just wanted to let everyone know ill be starting a quest thread soon, anyone can join.
also cool ending for ender, sad though.
for joining. Thanks for the recruit Jess. And nice character.
As you know Lunoc, I'm in for your quest.
IC: The perfect, fused form of Sorcen opens his eyes suddenly as the clash has finished its course. He shimmers and splits evenly into his three former selves. The Dark pit Sorcen fades from view immediately, presumably gone to catch up on handling Baator's affairs. The red and black armored Sorcen disappears in a flash of flame next, gone with an evil grin as he pursues his next adventure.
The white robed, silver haired, arenamaster Sorcen returns back to his throne beside Aya with grace and style.
A deep voice rings through the minds of everyone in the arena area.
The megaversal cataclysmic disaster has been diverted by our Lord Sorcen and the other mighty beings of the arena. Details are still pending at the moment... This has been a special news update from Baatorian Nightly News at 11... These messeges brought to you telepathically in part by Mind-Out, the psionically charged headache relief cream.
OOC: Sorry for the praise going to Sorcen, blame Baatorian propaganda, they're just trying to turn the events in Sorcen's favor and make him out to be the hero.
gleemax could use some
Mind-Out apply directly to the...
Mind_Out apply directly to the forebrain.
I was hoping someone else would catch the reference to Head-On.
So I don't wanna leave you hanging for a few weeks unless you know it's coming.
Shall we wait for Sorcen, or just seize an empty arena?
You've gone and made me commit to a walk-on character just like that :D
I havent heard from Khael for awhile and Aya's schoolwork and homelife is keeping her from doing much in the arena so I'll judge the Sysiphus vs Aaron match in IC2 as soon as I can.
The boy continues to move away from the portal while still facing it, and figures in black plate surge through, seeking him in a streaming mass. The first one to emerge staggers when a longsword sprouts from his chest - and the boy is throwing blades, tossing the ones he has into the air above him and unsheathing more to hurl as through the long blades were nothing more than daggers. But there's too many, and so the boy catches his blades and continues his retreat, leading them across the arena floor.
Finally, a figure on a horse emerges, and the portal closes. As if on cue, the boy charges for the plate-armored mass. THe audience gasps in expecation of the child's death - and again when the blood starts to fly. Longswords slip between gaps in the plate, hack through weak points in the armor, and the child dances into the formation, leaping and grinning like a madcap fool. In less than a minute of violence, the boy stands in the center of a circle of bodies, like an impact crater, blood dripping from his elemental blades and his sheaths refilled with his thrown weapons.
He and the rider stare at each other for a few moments, and the mounted man charges.
In a blur of violence, the horse collapses to the ground.
In another, the man's armor is gone.
And finally, the boy is standing with his sword at the man's throat. A line of red blood spurts through the air, and the child reaches down and takes the man's sword from his grip. A muttered word shrinks it to the size of a dagger, and he straps it to his shoulder. He approaches the judges, dripping body fluids, and opens the ledger. With one finger, he signs his name in the blood of his enemies.
Francis Quillen, the Sword Saint
With that, the dripping child walks towards the Taverne.
The past week was busy but I should have more time this week for the arena.
BIC: A ripple appears in the air near the roster. A face appears, it is the face of a young woman, she appears very beutiful but focused. She looks around before the rest of her body appears. The body comes into view, a beautiful and curvacious female human figure comes into sight.
She is brown of hair and blue of eyes and wears a form-fitting black leather suit with a tight leather trenchcoat of the same material. As she strides towards the roster to sign her name, what is obviously the shine of a gun gleams from the folds of her trenchcoat.
She reaches down and signs her name with a smile towards the devil at the registry. She finishes writing her name and walks towards the bar. Left on the roster is a name written in silver letters by a perfect hand. The name reads:
"Eyq-Cex Trama."
he lifts the helmet of his head and looks at his suroundings with awe
amazing, this is a spirit realm. a place of incredible magics and power. slaves! report!
he snaps the scourge in the air. several figures appear
a kobold, weaponless, carrying all manner of tools in a sack, his eyes have the glint of inteligentce.
a young lizardfolk, carrying a dwarven axe, and little else, he is proud looking, a perfect exaple of his people. but it is clear he has seen abuse in his masters service. whip scarrs cover his body.
a regular looking human man; like he just dragged himself onto a dock or out of a bar. his clothes are worn, he wears a rapeir at his side and, odly enough, a katana across his back.
these appear close to the warlock. he snaps the scourge again, and a host of slaves and animals appear, as well as a dozen young maidens, a distance away
he turns towards where sorcen is (he guesses he's in charge)
my lord (bows) i, oorthin jalis, give you these as tribute (waves to the large group) i ask only to stay in your realm, and, if you would permit it, a few of your lesser servants to assist me
[sblock] this character comes from a world were conventional spellcasters are almost nonexistant, dragons rule kingdoms, and spirits worshiped and reveared. hence his tribute to one of the most powerful spirits in existance. [sblock]
"So you are a warlock? I recognize the energy signature. If you wish it, I can bless you with some extra power?"
of course, any gift would be welcome
the man mutters
"yea, id like to give him the gift of my foot in his fac-"
he is cut off by an electric jolt.
As Sorcen's hand finishes the motion, Oorthin feels a surge of power.
OOC: Pick a superpower (or something similar, within a reasonable range or power)
Expect one later tonight, ladies and gentlemen (and a reply to our match, Jess)
BIC: Sorcen lets his hand rest at his side again. "I have gifted you with that power which you wish the most. I'm sure you know what it is, the power now flows in your veins."
not even in the greatest legends has such a gift been bestowed onto a mortal
oorthin bows
the man sighs
"finally, i thought ed' never put that thing down"
the lizzardman nods to the man, and charges at his master, but is blasted back several yards and falls unconcious. the kobold just stands idly, not trying to escape. by the time oorthin gets the scorge back, the man is gone.
if you will exuse me lord sorcen.
Soon, it grows louder, and other ringing notes begin to accompany it, forming an eerie series of chords as the tones resonate. When it grows to such a degree that one can actually see the arena vibrating, the audience, the judges - everyone in Baator - note that the many different pitches are coming from each one of them. Even the aged stone of the arena itself contributes a bass hum, the sand of on the arena floor shivering and shaping itself.
The sound begins to fade, though, leaving only the original tone, and a circle etched into the floor of the arena, characters of an ancient language inscribed all around its circumference. For a single moment, the entire arena rings out its resonant harmony for a second time, and standing in the center of the circle, a short, slim young man with blue-black hair and grey eyes, dressed in a black shirt and gray waistcoat. His arms are raised, yet shortly after appearing, he brings them sweeping down, as a conductor might, and the resonance fades away to nothing. He bows, first to Sorcen and then to the audience, who, after a stunned silence, applauds wildly.
Glancing at the ledger, another name can be found there, in a looping, slanted handwriting.
Proof Lost
Proof Lost
...so tired. Must...edit...later.
I don't even care with who.
I just want one.
Also, in classic Jessie tradition, I have too many character ideas T_T
And you know my motto, you can never have too many characters. I have all teh characters in my roster, the post linked to in my roster entry, a whole character thread on a secret website, and characters ideas scattered in various books all over my house.
choose your doom, and/or punching bag.
jason knells, corpumancer
lucy the worm
sara spinestar, half fiend
legion
orthin jalis, warlock slavemaster
xalax spinestar, pit fiend
Lucy would make for an interesting combatant I think, but at the same time I'm curious what Oorthin can do.
hey jess heres a thought, probably a bad one but still
a 6 way team battle
Hell, was it confusing.
Don't let that stop you, though - I'd have Proof enter, but I'm suddenly *really* busy with school (May, natuarally being the Month of Hell, having the honor of hosting both the AP US history exam and SATs, which will be followed by June, with all five of its Regents examinations.)
Speaking of busy, I should really be doing homework right now... *dissapears in a puff of smoke*
To Munchlord: Sorcen asked me to let you know he didn't get the warfordged wizards.
bad
now my computer runs on hal 3000...
:p
OoC
Actually, Sorcen... I've decided to drop Proof (for now, at least) since I've decided: no characters without proper motivation.
Again sorry for my absence, I'll be back whenever possible. Thanks for keeping things running while I cant be here.
As one, the audience lifts their heads. Millions of devils speak the same words at once.
We are Seraphina. We have returned.
In the center of the Arena, a Gothic princess appears in dark leather. She looks as Seraphina would in eleven or twelve years - pale and darkly beautiful, with glorious black wings and elegantly pointed ears that sweep back. She wears long, fingerless lace gloves and the black boots of a noble woman.
Lord Sorcen, how nice to see you again.
Her telepathic voice isn't threatening in the least, and is in fact very friendly, but the power of the mind behind it is immense. Those who hear it come to the chilling revelation that this young girl is only using a carefully controlled fragment of her potential.
Elmira, it's safe to come through now.
Allif looks around, his face expressionless. “You have done well little sister. You have learned much.” Allif places a hand on her shoulder and surveys the area around them. His Silver eyes and white skin and hair are made even more brilliant by the dusk-gray outfit he is wearing. He looks older than he did when Elmira and Allif took custody of Seraphina nearly twelve years ago. As if he too had learned and grown in that time. His Brilliant white makes a perfect contrast to Seraphina’s deepest black.
Behind Elmira and Allif walk three fully-grown Charits. They have the large leathery wings of dragons, large, cat-like body’s of a thick, smooth hide. Over the Ruff of the neck and down the spine short, thick fur grows in a mane. Two of them stand on either side of Elmira, like an honor guard. The one on the left had deep Midnight black skin, with a white main, while the one on the right is a vivid Forest green. All three of the animals have intelligent amber eyes.
One goes to stand next to Seraphina and Allif. It pulls its golden-brown head up high and surveys the crowd, as if daring anyone to come and try to harm his mistress. Wherever he walks, a small sprinkling of shimmering dust seems to fall from his mane and the undersides of his wings.
“Sera, I believe an introduction is in order.” Elmira says calmly to the girl, as if she has every right in the world to demand such a thing from the powerful psionicist before her.
"Welcome back Elmira, it looks like the class went well without my help."
Then the posseser of the very same voice is seen walking slowly towards Elmira and Allif. As he comes close the charits does, surprisingly to anyone that doesn't know him, approach him like a close friend, despite the fact that they had only just met him.
He rubbed them gently on their heads while waiting for Elmira to reply, he did though have to courtesy to greet Allif too with a
"Hi there"
Then a rainbow is seen in the hellish sky as something moves across it with great speed, the rainbow trailing after the something, or someone as it soon shows to be as Sintarr dives down to land next to Elmira, his six well fed charit kits running behind him on the rainbow trail.
"Hello there Beauty"
He says happily to Elmira before turning his head at Allif
"And dude."
One would note that dude was in a friendly way, not a "you are someone that I do not know and do not care about but have to call something"-kind of way.
Elmira walks up to Allif and Seraphina, placing one of her hands on each of their shoulders. As she touches them her hardened features soften somewhat, making her look more like the kindly woman Sikrannor met at Taverne. The slight chill that seems to have fallen over her fades as she touches the two youths she sees as her children.
Allif places his hand over Elmira’s and exchanges a worried look with Seraphina. She is getting worse little sister. Allif says privately to Seraphina, worry deep in his voice. The scarring is in her soul, it affected her magic, so it affects all of her. I may soon need your help to contain it. He glances back at Elmira as he speaks to Seraphina. He knows that his “little sister” shares his concern for Elmira’s scarred spirit. He knew that she cared just as much about stopping the Evil that was infecting her mind and soul inch by inch.
Sikrannor had noticed that something was wrong too, but he was going to wait, he had a plan to find out what was wrong and how he could help work against it, all he needed was to work on an old promise.
"Do you remember that I promised to try to heal your scar?"
be careful of me Sikrannor. I am changing, for the worse I fear. there is an evil in my soul that cannot be purged, and it grows stronger every day. Except for the love of my children, love is fading from me a little more every day, do not let the poison that infects my mind and spirit infect you as well. Elmira warns the Illithid.
Allif looks at the Illithid. As he does, Sikrannor notices line on his face that weren’t there before. Lines of worry and strain. be careful of her Sikrannor. She is changing. Prolonged contact with the mind of a psionicist as powerful as Seraphina has unchained something I have fought for decades to keep locked. I have been able to hold it at bay, but every day it gets a firmer hold on her soul. It infects her magic, so it infects all of her. Seraphina and I are the only things she can feel true love for at the moment. Allif stops for a moment, as if wondering what to say next. I feel I can trust your discretion my friend. Please, tell no one of this
Seraphina inclines her head to Sikrannor, and a wave of uncontained energy washes over his senses, not hostile but simply present. The psionicist gazes around Baator with a small sense of wonder before replying to Allif.
At this point, I do not think even I can fully contain this. The scar goes well past her mind. She needs a healer of the soul.
Seraphina stretches her wings - obviously large enough now to bear her under their own power - and looks at the Taverne.
Elmira, I want to see Father. I've been gone so long...
"I will be careful, but for now I am at good faith. My heritage alone fought and defeated a tadpole that was a direct offspring from an elder brain, and one of the most powerul ones at that."
Then he sends a part only to Allif
"I think I know someone that may be able to help her in some way, but I would need to learn more before I candetermine if his skills may be helpful. I can find out some while healing her scar I think. In any case I will not tell her untill I know a slight bit more, I don't want the risks involved in planting a frail hope within her."
Allif waits until Elmira is out of sight before looking at Sikrannor again. “My friend. I hope your healer can help her, she is almost beyond our ability to control.” Allif uses “we” referring to Seraphina and himself. “I don’t know if you fully understand what happened to her to cause this.” Allif takes a deep breath. “To start, Mymi was conceived by magic, she has not father. When Nadijé tried to destroy her, he created a mage-sphere. A mage-sphere is a warping of time and space where the fabric of reality within it is magic itself.”
Allif begins to walk slowly towards Taverne, indicating for Sikrannor to follow. “Mymi is drawn to the magic on our world; it is a part of her. When she destroyed the creator of the mage-sphere, the magic began to unravel, instead of imploding as it should have, it thrust at her. The magic that created the sphere was pure evil, a mix of the worst types of blood-magic, pain, anger, and hatred.” Allif rubbed a hand over his face, looking tired and drawn.
“The magic infected her and started to spread like poison. I was able to contain the taint and hold it hidden in the back of her mind where it would do her no harm for many, many years. When she started teaching Seraphina, she opened her mind completely to the girl, and that locked area began to feed off of Seraphina’s power. I was unfamiliar with the type of magic and therefore was not prepared for it. Seraphina has helped me to contain it, but it is getting out of our control. It poisons her soul, her mind, and her spirit because she is made up of magic.” Allif stopped and looked at Sikrannor. “If we cannot find a way to stop the spread of the poison soon, I too, will become infected with it. Our minds are bonded so tightly that there is no severing the connection.” Allif sighed and put a smile on his face. “The years have grown long here of late, and I could use a drink. Let us go to Taverne.”
"I had sensed that she was made quite different than a human being, suffused highly with power... not unlike me in a way, but two different power sources. But I do think Ziel can help us, if anyone knows how to fight back, contain and perhaps even defeat this vile taint, then it must be him. Between the two of us said, he has experience fighting a destructive power within that I do not even want to think too much about. He is not so much a healer as a master of the energies of the soul, but through those energies he can access just about any power or energy I know of."
The look on Sikrannor's face is one of worry indeed, but lightens a bit as he adresses a far simpler issue
"I am afraid that further conversation will have to be through mind link if you enter the tavern. Right now I am split with my other half being inside the tavern, and I'm afraid that it will disturb and confuse my nelosian friend greatly if two of me suddenly are in the tavern at once."
The glass-like sheen seems to concentrate on one point, and soon rises up into a humanoid construct, clad in white robes and forged from equal parts glass and crystalline purple steel. It surveys the area and strides past the register, clearly unimpressed.
And so we arrive at Baator... as good a place as any for our purposes.
As the machine passes, glittering letters can be seen on the parchment, not written, but merely a collection of reflected lights hanging slightly above the paper, spelling out one word: Mirror.
OOC
To those of you who recognize Mirror, yes, this is him. :D
Anyone wanna take me on? I'll use/make any character. But things have been so...quiet lately. I challange y'all!
(Also, Jess, y'left Felix hanging in the Tavernne. C'mon, he's about to wager who knows what with the Dusk Lady.)
OoC
Heh heh...says you. Remember Alexander, anyone?
keeping things running? the arena practicaly runs itself, i mean, its basicaly a sentient being now, north fed it proof lost a little wile ago, that should keep it happy till you get back
Thanks for the compliment. And yeh as long as the Arena gets fed a character every once in awhile its happy. :P
Anyway though, I'm back and working on catching up real quick.
Nice to have ya back
And thanks for the welcome back.
Anselm or Felix, your choice.
Evil characters would probably be best suited, but he can supply reward to get goods into it too I believe.
(oorthin in space could be interesting
)Indeed Oorthin in space does sound, umm, interesting to say the least. :P
He's never keen on using magic, so I'm looking forward to this. Good timing, by the way. I just finished re-reading Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, so I'm full of good ol' Chant magic to throw at ya.
That, and (no offence) I'm a little tired of "We fight for the sake of fighting!" I mean, look at the old stuff -- battle v. Caben Durr, for example, was a fight for the sake of the multiverse. We need to start telling stories with the arena matches again!
(Also, how about IC 1? I don't think anyone's had a match for ages)
that is part of the reason I am making a quest right now and thanks to Sorcen it seems a fight might be part of that story... I also plan to take another story and weave into it.
Otherwise, unless you have some great idea, I guess we'll just have to go for Anselm v. Felix.
In any case, I'll be gone for the next two days >_>
What do you mean by involved exactly? This guy is fairly content as he is right now, the deal he struck is working so far.
Probably what would persuade him to Oorthin's bidding would be the promise of power enough to save his family and get revenge upon the deamons. Then of course having Oorthin have his family killed and blame it on whoever Oorthin wants the guy to kill.
Feel free to change that as you like though. I'm sure you can put a good spin on it.
Though I have never been keen on the tavern-style threads, 'cause for some reason, I haven't got the knack for just conversing IC.
And so, I'm going to try my hand at a quest. I've never done it before, since I've had no clue in Hell (pun not intended) as to how to go about doing one. So I have a sort of other idea. Instead of a quest, I'll give y'all a situation and theme, and if there's enough interest, I'll make a thread (or perhaps threads) for this it to play out.
So, I invite you all to create magicians, faeries, students or servants of said persons, and prepare for war.
Two powerful spellcasting families -- the Chants (with whom you are probably familiar) and the Harts, have begun a war. A hidden war -- magicians are nothing if not subtle -- fought by distant spells, cunning and diplomacy as both families attempt to bend faery spirits, politicians and ambassadors, even angels and demons, to their will. Their ambitions know no bounds, and as both the Chants and Harts are made up almost entirely of magicians, expect to achieve any aim that they set their sights upon.
Why they are fighting, you do not know -- or at least, the younger members, servants and guests of the households don't. (If you want to play one of the senior members of a family, run a character sketch by me and I'll see.)
From their secluded manors, the two families set spells on eachother, conjure spirits to set upon them, send servants to raid the houses.
They both, by a combination of witty charm and ruthless threats, have secured places in society, from attending dinners at noble houses in the countryside to sitting with the king at operas in the capital city.
And of course, they court favor with the fey kings and queens of the Otherlands.
It is a dangerous game, woven around the unsuspecting villagers and craftsmen.
Will you play?
OoC
Sorry, but that ending cut off dramatically. Didn't want to spoil the effect with character details.
But anyway, here they are: if you think you'd like to play, make either a.) a magician of either the Chant or Hart households, b.) a servant of either household, c.) a visitor (who may well be a magician or politician with his or her own agenda) or d.) a faery, aligned with one of the two houses or still undecided.
The Families:
The Chants are an ancient, widespread family of magicians, who live in their ancestral castle located in a deep wood. The villages and farmers on their property are generally left well enough alone. The Chants tend toward TN or NG alignment. The patrons of their magic are usually wealthy or nobility -- although good hearted, the Chants are very much wrapped up in class distinction.
The Harts are a family who came to prominence within the past two hundred years. Their family is a smaller, tighter-knit group than the Chants, and they make their home in the midst of a large port city, Veria. There is a large expanse of city blocks, and the streets and houses within are considdered theirs. They are more than happy to hire themselves out to anyone in need of their services, and their alignments tend to be CN (or NE in a few cases). Compared with the Chants, their outlook on magic (and society in general) is slightly less traditional.
But anyway, here they are: if you think you'd like to play, make either a.) a magician of either the Chant or Hart households, b.) a servant of either household, c.) a visitor (who may well be a magician or politician with his or her own agenda) or d.) a faery, aligned with one of the two houses or still undecided.
The Families:
The Chants are an ancient, widespread family of magicians, who live in their ancestral castle located in a deep wood. The villages and farmers on their property are generally left well enough alone. The Chants tend toward TN or NG alignment. The patrons of their magic are usually wealthy or nobility -- although good hearted, the Chants are very much wrapped up in class distinction.
The Harts are a family who came to prominence within the past two hundred years. Their family is a smaller, tighter-knit group than the Chants, and they make their home in the midst of a large port city, Veria. There is a large expanse of city blocks, and the streets and houses within are considdered theirs. They are more than happy to hire themselves out to anyone in need of their services, and their alignments tend to be CN (or NE in a few cases). Compared with the Chants, their outlook on magic (and society in general) is slightly less traditional.
There was a summoner character not too long ago around here. So summoners are completely allowed and can summon people to fight with them.
Nevermind, I just read North's post and figured it out. Sorry.
"The final preperations are as good as done, and time has come for you to head to the meeting point."
Vietnam, thats an odd place to go visit. It seems like its a beautiful country though. If I may ask, why are you going there?
It'll be fun.
He's too fair-minded to let anyone help him unless he feels as though they'll get something in return.
Hooray for random quests.
Anyway if you want updates on my vacation watch this:
Vacation
In other news, WB for Septimus
Something strange happens in the middle of the arena. Well, strange for most places. Around here it probably goes unnoticed by most people. Regardless, a small puddle begins to well up in the ground. It gets larger and larger until it's a huge black lake. A boat silently glides from one end to the other, though no one can see where it came from. A tall figure in a black cloak drives it with a pole. A much smaller figure in a blue hood sits on the bench. As the boat arrives to the shore, the smaller person jumps to it.
"Thanks. Here's your payment." It comments in a gruff voice, throwing a jingling bag to the boatman, who catches it with ease. "Keep the change."
The boat drifts away into a sudden mist and the lake disappears. Meanwhile, the newcomer looks around and removes his hood. Underneath is the head of a goblin. It's covered in distinctive scars, but is otherwise just like the head of every other insignificant goblin anyone's ever seen.
The goblin stalks towards the sign-up sheet and pulls out a large bejeweled pen. He signs his name in large straight letters.
RON
After thinking about it for a second, he adds
THE GOBLIN
and scowls. He puts the pen into one of his pockets and pulls a short sword out of a hidden scabbard.
"I am Ron, and yes, I am a goblin! I am here to prove that goblins can do anything anyone else can. That a goblin is good for something more than cannon fodder. So anyone who doubts goblin power, rise and face me!"
---
a man walks over to ron. he is thin, middle aged, and wears a suit. he appeared as soon as ron looked down at the sheet.
greetings...ron. being, well, where you are, you will find no shortage of...opponents to prove yourself on. but as things are, not many will hold your race against you. let me be the first to welcome you to the arena
the man holds out his hand (to shake)
"Yes, I know. That's why I came here. This place has the toughest fighters in the multiverse. If I can beat them, I will prove once and for all that goblins are powerful. And don't give me that 'people won't care that you're a goblin' thing. Because they will. I see it everywhere I go. Everyone else can find respect from someone. Drow are practically worshipped. Orcs are often considered no worse than half-orcs. Ogres are respected. Even kobolds have their followers. But no one ever respects goblins. They think all we're good for is charging in large mobs. But they're wrong. They're wrong and I'm going to prove it! I'm going to prove that goblins are strong, that they're important, just like anyone else. As important as humans. Or at least as important as half-elves. Goblins will take their rightful place in the world, even if I have to personally drag the goblin race to victory."
the man smiles thinly
good luck ron
he straitens his tie, and walks away. he fades as he walks. as he disappears his voice echoes in ron's ears
you will need it
So the satellite is busted and hughesnet wont let us change addresses or soemthing and things have just been really crazy with waking up one morning to the roof being torn off our heads then the next morning the foundation was ripper from beneath the house.
Sorry for my abcense and I'll be back as soon as I can but things are still fairly crazy so I have no idea when we'll be able to get the internet back up at my place.
~Sorcen
how strong is he, i can conjure something up.
Typical arena strength. Though he started up as just another average goblin, he's gone into epic levels and acquired the equivalent of the paragon template, not to mention an arsenal of tricks up his sleeve (often literally).
the ground shakes, rumbling under the goblin.
a giant serpentine worm bursts out of the floor behind ron. the beast is massive, red, and covered in scales. dragon wings roll out from it's back and it roars at the red sky.
(lucy the worm, she has been living under the arena for some time. with little food and being separated from her master for such a long time she is agitated. i think IC1 is free)
Ron smiles.
"Now that's more like it. Race ya!"
He clicks his heels together and takes a huge jump onto the battlefield.
Unfortunately, one of them is falling very, very fast, and then landing in a crumpled wreck.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah crap crap crap crap cra-"
Smash.
"Oww..."
The person that picks himself up is young - maybe seventeen winters - and is clad in half-plate armor, with slightly oversized and fingerless gauntlets. A sharply pointed bastard sword hangs naked at his hip, and his whole person is rimmed in hoarfrost. Bright red hair hangs to the nape of his neck, and emerald eyes check his injuries.
"Dad did say that landing would suck in this suit. Wish I'd believed him - that hurt!"
The young man strides up to the ledger, pricks his thumb, and signs the ledger in freezing cold blood.
Ser'rian Kalvik, Garethson
“Auugggh” she moans as she picks herself up off the man. “I’m sorry.” She says in a medium high voice as she gets to her feet. she sports large, feathered wings that are now folded to her back, the feathers that cover the wings, her back, and the back of her neck are all a pale sky blue. across her back a bow and a quiver of arrows—fletched with feathers that look like they were plucked from her wings—are slung across her shoulders, and at her waist is a small dagger. around her there seems to be an aura of happiness that makes everyone even remotly sensitvie want to smile.
“I’m Brightwing Sunsoar, umm,” she looks around “I am not sure where Mother’s Tower put me, but it is certianly not anywhere I have seen before.” She brushes a bit of frost off her pants and straightens her chestcloth. “Umm, where am I?" she all this as if not really concirned with any of it.
The young man picks himself up and dusts himself off.
"You're going to need to sign this ledger in blood or ink unless you want large demons to take you away. There's no loitering here."
Brightwing Sunsour, AxisDaughter, AzureChild, Enchanter, Wingleader, Fetherflight Archer.
“Ok, so what did I just sign my name to?” She asks with mild curosity as she looks around.
The young man gives Brightwing a lupine grin.
"So, what brings you to Hell?"
And by "a bit put off," of course, we all mean, "wide-eyed with terror as only a teenaged boy confronted with commitment can be."
"Hey hey hey hey slow down! I just met you!" he says in a quick voice. "By Tyr, you haven't even bought me a drink! Not that I can drink, but still!"
"That's why. I get water by sucking on ice. A lot. And whaddya mean, 'the wrong way'?"
The boy's stomach growls, and he flushes embarassedly.
"Erm, mind continuing this in a tavern?"
OOC
And soon, I shalt post in the Taverne!
My imagination, or what?
It proceeds towards the ledger and slaps one of its hands against it. It leaves behind ornate letters in octopus ink.
Indigo Sea
"I seek to undo my chains." it declares, in a voice like the rumble of waves near a rocky outcrop. "If anyone can help me, I'll be at the taverne."
Albrecht Graf von Schlieffen, Champion of Mystra
With that, he makes his way towards the Tavern.
As the hellish dust settles it reveals a strange scenery. On one side stand five persons in their mid to late twenties, armed with swords and clad in scale mail all finely polished. Only their pale skin and fangs reveal that they are not the shining knights they look like but in fact a pack of vampires on the hunt.
On the other side stands a solitary human teen, maybe 17 years of age. Jet black hair about 3 inches long emerges from his skull, sitting in a messy way that seems purposefully created. The face of the teen is pale, yet healthy looking compared to the blood suckers opposing him and in the sockets a pair of eyes rests, irises black as obsidian but gleaming with a warmth and friendliness below, like a sphere of coal dust with embers just beneath the surface. The young man is of a normal build, neither gaunt nor muscular nor obese, and likewise height is normal too.
He has a black leather collar around the neck with one inch metal spikes. Upon his torso rests an Iron Maiden T-shirt on the exterior of which he wears a black leather trench coat with half-inch spikes metal spikes on the shoulders. A black leather belt keeps up a pair of black, ragged, baggy jeans with a hole over one knee. Right below the other knee and 1.5 inch down a thin chain is wrapped around the leg. The pants end covering a pair of equally overused tennis shoes with words like “hate” and “despair” and “beast” written in black all over them.
The left wrist is occupied by a leather bracer with short metal spikes while the right hand is covered by a black leather gauntlet with metal finger guards shaped like claws but nowhere near sharp and arranged so that when the fist is clenched it becomes spiked and unlike the claws, the spikes looks like effective weapons. Around the neck below the collar hangs a medallion shaped like a skull in the middle of a spider web fastened with a black thread. On his back hangs an old, used backpack in a washed out dark green. From a chain around his neck and below his right arm hangs an electric guitar with a black body adorned with skulls.
“And your point in that move was what? You can’t outrun us and unlike you we won’t tire at all, you can’t escape us Zack.” The vampire taking point says, a female who was stunningly beautiful before turning.
“Just desperation Linda, but before you kill me, give me a moment to prove that I am worth more to you alive than dead” The teen, Zack obviously, replied, sounding more calm than he should given the situation.
“Ha! You’ll just play some note to dust us all and send us reeling back to the coffins. Did you really think we’d jump onto that one, we’re not stupid remember” another vampire growls back, a young male this time, seemingly more brawn than brain despite his comment about not being stupid.
The vampires seemed just about to charge Zack when he formed a seal with his hand, crossing the first two fingers while putting thumb and 3rd finger at the palm and said in a slightly formal tone “I swear on my heart blood you will like my next act.”
This stopped the vampires just before the leap, and Linda, who seemed to be the leader of the pack, nodded at Zack.
He grasped the guitar and struck a single note, letting the tone ring in the courtyard for a long time, and then he struck another. As this continued for some time the stars was quickly blotted out by a cover of clouds. Suddenly a large crack is heard as a bright flash of lightening lightens up the scenery and the clouds in the sky, black with patches where a deep red light shines in their depths. At the very same moment Zack switches to a faster rhythm on the guitar, and from behind him sounds of drums and then a whole band emerged, playing along on the melody. Not a whole second passed from the switch in rhythm to the first drops of a torrential downpour hit the ground, but it was not raining water, it was raining blood.
The vampires let out cries of feral you as they open their mouths to the skies and drink all they can, quickly growing into a stupor state from overfeeding. At this point Zack starts humming a tune, but another one than the one he is playing on the guitar, a simpler one. As the tune concludes a hole is burst in the clouds and a patch of light strikes the vampires and dusts them, light from the blood-red baatorian sun that has made a brief appearance despite it being 1:12 AM. Then both clouds and sun fade away, leaving behind a moonless sky spotted with stars that looks as if nothing had happened.
Zack then turns to the registration desk and pulls a sheet of paper out of his backpack, a registration formula actually, but where he got it from is a great question, in any case it is filled out with the relevant information and signed “Zack Blackmoor, son of Lucas Caine”
I've only just happened upon this forum a moment or two ago, and was led to this thread. So, hello all who reside here. I have a character concept that should fit neatly in with the rest of everything. Should I simply put that here? Seemed a little unclear to me, but then it is about 3 am here.
The main confusion of course stems from how to format the character idea for this board. Do you lot have a set standard, and would you mind a new fellow in your midst?
I've only been on this board for a while, but from what I can tell, you simply post your character idea here and just start RPing in one of the various other threads. Happy to have you on board.
dammit Jess, you had to wait telling that till I had posted an in game comment concerning the very same thing huh? I think you did it just to annoy me :p
Welcome stranger to this thing, just post your character appearing, and if you are nice a post in the character rooster follows later with some basic information.... but there are plenty characters that does not show up in there too...
Just checking in again. I'm using a friend's computer to apply for a job so I finally can get on here for a sec and check up on stuff. It looks like everything is going well and the arena is running fine. My internet is still down and I have no idea when it can get hooked up again, its out of my hands at the moment so I cant do much to speed the process up.
Thanks for keeping this thing going in my abscence and I hope to get back as soon as possible. Sorry for the inconvenience, I'll check up on the arena and all of you guys when I get the chance.
Be back when I can,
~Sorcen
Everyone's pretty much covered everything -- no, we haven't got a standard format, and of course we won't mind you aboard!
Tradition has it that you are given a dragon for joining, but since Sorcen seems to be indisposed at the moment, I'll give you this
to hang on to until Sorcen's back here proper :PWe usually have entrances for new characters, though, to let people know that they're here, like this:
There is a sudden snap in the air, a cold snap, a frost. Icicles grow from the noses of demons before hissing and falling from their burning scales, and in the middle of the arena is a spray of ice. Standing in the center is a shivering young man, wearing a close-fitting coat of a tough-looking material. At his side is a leather satchel, in his white-gloved hand, a silver pistol. His brown hair is short and tangled, and his face is slim and oval-shaped, with high cheekbones. His green-blue eyes sweep over the arena and he smiles crookedly.
"Well, isn't this interesting." He walks up to the judges' table and pulls a sleek, silver pen from his satchel and signs his name in black gel ink that glitters wetly in the diffuse light of hell.
Jonathan Swift
A magnificent white charger gallops into the arena and stops abruptly. It is a beautiful creature, with a golden mane and a bridle and saddle made of finest materials and encrusted with bright jewels. It is outshined only by its rider. He wears shining silver armor and bears a white shield with a stylized drawing of a phoenix. He does not wear a helm, preferring to let his perfect brown curls be caressed by the breeze. He smiles both with his mouth, revealing perfectly straight shiny white teeth and his blue eyes. He dismounts with an easy hop, turns around and kisses his horse's nose.
"You go rest up now. I'll call you if I need you."
The horse whinnies and charges out of the Arena. The former rider, meanwhile, strides towards the sign-up sheet in long leisurely steps. Strangely enough, wherever he steps all dust disappears, leaving a trail of perfectly clean footsteps in his wake. But something more than that is going on. The stones, which had seen the passage of many a combatant, some of them pure evil, lose the memories of those passages and turn pure and new again-except better, because they still remember the passages of the kinder creatures.
For that matter, the figure seems to radiate pure goodness. Not the harsh, cold kind of goodness and light used by the paladins as an offensive weapon. This one is soft and fluffy, and very warm. As he passes some of the evil seems to leave anyone who's within sight. They just don't seem to feel the need to hurt anyone for no reason as much as they used to. Quiet ripples of displacement shift through the whole Baator with his every step. It makes little difference at the center, but at the very edges accumulated malevolence takes form as evil spirits which flee as if in pain.
He comes up to the book and pulls out a gold diamond encrusted pen. He signs his name in golden ink with sparkles in it that glows pure white in the dark if need be.
Prince Charles the Second of Everafter
The book groans and a particularly nasty spirit flees it, losing pieces of itself as it flies away, leaving behind a tome that radiates a faint aura of goodness.
I'm kind of new to this, but this sparked my interest(so much so that I made an account for it), so I'm going to give it a shot just to see what happens.
Before I make my guy, is there anything of great importance I should know about? Do note that I have read some of the rules already.
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"There is no pain, only death."-Me
let me be the first to welcome you to the arena
usualy you get a dragon for entering, but only sorcen can give those and he isnt around. northwind would give you a place holder turkey, but he isnt around either. all i can give you is one of these
In that case I'll get started on my 1st guy...This might take awhile, I type slow and on top of that I want to get this just right.
Oh, and thank you for the chicken.
Age: 378(Shisunen no longer remembers-or cares about-his age)
Race: Half-T'ian Lung Dragon
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Physical Description: Shisunen is 6 feet tall and humanoid in form, with a lean well muscled
body with little to no body fat. Where skin would be on a human there is only hard green scale
on Shisunen, save for his nick down to his lower stomach, which is covered in fine yellow scales
that could be mistaken for skin at 1st glance. His arms and legs end in 3 fingered/toed claws
with bone white nails, and his face is mostly human save the scales, sharp fanged teeth, and
his eyes. His eyes lack pupils or irises, and is nothing but a white void, despite this he can see
just fine. His hair is a shade of silver that gives off a shine in the right light.
Clothing: Shisunen has a blank white kimono and hakama, much like the kind the dead are
buried in. The hakama is worn normally, while the kimono is worn out of the hakama, acting
almost like a cloak that ends just below the knees.
Class: Samurai/Kensai/Ki Master(I will explain the ability's later)
Skills/Abilities: Let me get the simple stuff out of the way 1st. Though a complex ritual a magic
T'ian Lung pearl has been placed in Shisunen's brain allowing him to fly at will. Now the hard
part, I will explain what I think needs to be known about the Ki Master abilities.
Ki Healing-Shisunen can use this to heal his wounds to a great degree, however it can not
regenerate entire limbs, any limbs removed from his body must be picked up and placed
against there respective stump in order to reattach it.
Ki Wave-A wave of Ki is fired from one of Shisunen's hands toward his opponent, if it hits is
most likely to knock down the foe, even if it doesn't they'll feel like they just got hit by a cannon
ball.
Ki Impact-A short range version of Ki Wave, where Ki Wave attempts to shatter bones, Ki Impact
attempts to explode organs.
Ki Flash-Using Ki to accelerate one's movement, the user appears to teliport short distances.
This requires a certain amount of concentration, if done improperly it can cause injury to the
user.
Ghost Step-Using Ki one can become intangible just long enough to avoid an attack or move
though something, however this can only be done so many times before it starts to hurt the
user.
Mind's Eye-A master of this technique can see everything around them at all times, with some
concentration the user can even see though invisibility and illusions.
Thats about it, there is some basic body enhancement and such, but I don't think it's necessary
to explain it.
Possessions: He has with him his O-katana(Oblivion's Code), a weapon he keeps on his belt at all
times, and some large sutra beads that-on command-protect him from direct damage spells. The
beads can be used 3 times per day, they hang around his neck at all times.
Should I lest some personalty treats or back story? Or should I save all that for later?
my first character.
lunoc.
his story/fighting is chineese based though
(basicaly ki is chi)
maybe we should have a mach
The other is a construct figure that can dampen or feed on magic around him as well as flat out ignore magics that target him as an individual unless they are desired, aside from that he wields twin rapiers and an array of powers connecting primarily with the desert.
The Wondering Dragon Enters
In the arena not much is happening, when suddenly a man appears at the entrance, this man steadily walks into the arena.
After taking a couple dozen steps the man stops, and glances around, he says not word as he looks the place over. Suddenly the man sees the sign in book, and in an instant he seems to warp from where he was standing to just in front of said book.
He opens the book, and not having a pen of any kind on him, instead choses to take the nail upon the finger of his right hand and pierce it into his left hand. With the nail, now wet with blood, he writes into the book the two kanji that make up his name.
With that done he turns from the book and before disappearing from sight mutters these words, "This should be, most entertaining"
Ah hell why not fight them both! Shi is crazy enough for it, and this thread can't kill you right? So Shi will fight both Lunoc and Cruor.
As for the match, The other guys not on at the moment, and I really just want to wet my feet,it's up to you if you want to wait for him and do 1v1v1, but if not lets get a dual under way.
I will make a post in one of the slow threads, and take to sleep.
If you get up before I do(very likely) and see Lunoc, feel free to invite him.
Oh well, I have time to burn, no need to rush.
"one guy posts, then leaves the boards, another guy posts... ect."
(all four of you)
whenever sorcen gets back, im going to bring out the long overdue ending to my plot arc. it will involve a attack on the arena and everyone there, and anyone willing to fight to protect existence. that is all.
live thread! live!
A spinning triangle of gold appears, and then two mor in the same place, spinning at different speeds. a man with eyes of gold steps out of the portal, raises aan eyebrow, and says, "Hello. Am I Late?
the golden man is transported to a huge library, a devils sort through ancient scrolls, imps fly though the air, but for the most part it is empty. a man in a black suit stands in front of cehon.
it should be around here somewhere
he points to a massive shelf containing hundereds of books
"You wouldn't be chance be interested in speaking to the author of that book you are reading would you?"
Following his words, all said in a pleasan and friendly tone that one would not expect from a lich, much less from this particular one had heard of him but never met him, he produced a mirror with diminutive runes around the edges. The lich touches one and instantly the face of the half-elf appears in the mirror.
In the end he created a fake body that I controlled through the mirror and used up untill my "death". Then he claimed the mirror again. I am to remain in here until I find a way out or a way to breach the blocking against magic contact from in here. But while in here I don't age and should I escape I still won't age unless I want to. I have a laboratory in here and I wrote my book from in here... but actually not before I had "died". We simply placed the book so that it would be found and dated to a year before my "death"."
The lich then chuckles
"But the real original is resting on a shelf in my castle."
Then he moves his head backwards in a quick motion then says
"Please forgive me that I didn't introduce myself. My name is Munchlord von Drachenburg."
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I am a remnant of the twelve Old Gods who created the world...they came from the future... the spell they cast consumed them, mixing their bodies, minds, and souls... A being named Ya'lort arose from their bodies and souls...but he was mindless...I was their minds... and then the world came.. I learned magic...taught magic... was magic...and now I am here.
Then, using the same telepatic link, Munchlord replies
"I am of humble mortal origins, elven to be specific, but that would not prevent one from achieving greatness, all it takes is skill, hard work and determination. In either case, your story readily tells me that we originate from different worlds."
I'm still without internet and just checking in. I see things have died down alot. Hopefully When I return I can get things moving again. I thought I was getting the internet back last week but the dish was broken beyond repair so we have to try another way and on a very limited income. The state of the economy here means its hell getting a job anywhere in my area so I dont get many funds to pitch in to the internet quest.
Anyway, I'm still working on getting back here. Thanks as always for keeping this thing alive for me. I'll return when I can.
Bye for now,
Sorcen
Cehon replies, Well, when you see him, please give him this.. and Cehon hands the devil a yellow Word of The Past ball.
by default, the winner is ron the goblin
I guess we should start in IC II huh? who makes first appearance?
"Query: Location?"
It waits for a moment until the devil decodes its speech, and then listens patiently through the explanation. If nothing else, Modrons are patient.
"Understood. I" - It speaks the last word with some difficulty - "Wish to join this arena."
When the forms are entered, it signs its "name" in the corner - an incomprehensible string of binary. After meeting a blank stare, it realises that this is not enough, and stands there for a moment, lost in thought. Modrons, for the most part, are nameless creatures. After some deliberation, it signs the paper as 'Cube'. If nothing else, it will do for now.
nice to meet you mr. cube, or should i call you 10111010001101010110101100101010011101010....
the devil laughs a little at this
I am zodiac, and I welcome you to the great lord sorcen's arena
"Subject: Zodiac. Cube thanks you. Query: location of arena ring?"
zodiac points towards the arena, and a irradecent ray flies to the arena entrance, leaving a clearly visable trail.
if you would like to fight someone, I am sure that I could find a volunteer.
Character Name: Balthazar (no last name)
Character Race: Devil (Imp)
Character Class: Sorcerer/Frost Mage
Pets/Companion/Cohort: None, Spell Shield
Special Gear: Brimstone Focus (allows spells to either deal a point of Strength damage or extra Fire damage; Cold spells cannot do Fire and area-effect spells cannot do Strength); Bracelet of Snowballs (can summon a handful of snow as a swift action, doesn't do any damage but useful for Snowcasting)
Abilities: Other than fairly powerful sorcerous magic (themed mostly, but by no means exclusively, toward ice) and all the abilities of your standard Imp, none.
The fluttering of wings heralds the approach of another challenger; not the graceful, feathery wings of a dove, or the silent glide of an owl, but the rapidly beating leathery wings of a bat, or a particularly overweight sparrow.
"Make way, make way! Lord of Frozen Souls, coming through!"
Sure enough, the sound heralded an Imp. And not a particularly attractive one, at that, which was really saying something for an Imp. His mottled blue-and-gray scales are partly completely covered up by an expensive-looking cape, and his head bears a ridiculous looking crown. Floating cross-legged into the room, he snaps loudly twice as though beckoning a servant. "Sign me up for this 'tournament' immediately. I wish to show the people what they must fear from Balthazar the Cold-Hearted, Lord of Frozen Souls and Grandmaster of Revenge!"
yes yes of course, mr. balthazar. im sure you will make a most interesting combatant
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We'll be taking IC2
I know, I know.. well, I suppose we'll have to work with the rules here for a little while before we head toward the library.
A humanoid construct - a Warforged, as some might recognize - materializes at one end of the arena. It is jet black, carved from thinaun, and carved with lines of silver. It wears a simple grey shroud, and seems to have no other possessions. Stepping up to the registration desk, the warforged takes a quill and signs its name on the paper: Necryl. A name given by his creators, unfortunately, but it would do.
After a moment's thought, Necryl takes the quill once more and write two words under his name: "Designation: Blight".
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In case you're wondering about the inner dialogue, Necryl is technically possessed by a ghost. Both are, oddly enough, neutral good.
He takes a look at the registration papers and asks
"Ya seem to be in the black huh? What the heck's that blight stuff meaning dude?"
"Blight is my designation: I am one of the last remaining blight units. We are warforged - like myself - with ghosts imprisoned within us, for the purpose of powering us and granting us necromantic powers. Make no mistake, it's far from our choice.. Now, might I ask who you are?"
Anyways, name's Zack Caine, son of the Keeper of Secrets and Chroma Touched too no less. Other than that I'm goin' about playin' my music 'n' havin' a blast, tryin' to enjoy life 'n' the road 's much 's possible."
Lunoc
Thanks!
Zack says and points at a stone tablet with a list of names on it. Incidentially the words "Zack Caine" are written just above "Necryl, Designation: Blight".
"Very well than. Shall we find an arena ring?"
I'll be needing your help again for this one.
What, against a musician? Ah, alright.. I'll do what I can.
The utter lack of any form of arrogance in tone and facial expression means that one would easily miss the fact that he didn't seem to be worried the least of dying himself.
I'll go tell 'em judges, meet ya between the gates."
Zack says, then waits for an eventual farewell message or similar before heading off.
OOC
between the gates would be slang for in the arena in case anyone is in doubt
Anyway hey guys, I'm back for an hour or so.
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I figured I'd tell you exactly whats been going on that I havent been able to get my internet back. Basically I havent been able to find a job and I've been looking since febuary. To make matters worse my van's alternator died in september so that set me back even further from getting a job.
My mom cant afford to pay for the internet, much less the other bills she has so thats why the internet is depending on when I get a job which now depends on when I can get a car or a new alternator. So chances are it'll be awhile before anything works out over here. We almost had internet back there at one point but the dish was too busted to fix and we didnt have enough money to get a new dish.
I'll be back when I can though. Sorry if that seemed like complaining or anything, just figured I'd let you guys know the whole story.
My mom cant afford to pay for the internet, much less the other bills she has so thats why the internet is depending on when I get a job which now depends on when I can get a car or a new alternator. So chances are it'll be awhile before anything works out over here. We almost had internet back there at one point but the dish was too busted to fix and we didnt have enough money to get a new dish.
I'll be back when I can though. Sorry if that seemed like complaining or anything, just figured I'd let you guys know the whole story.
And making more would clutter up the forum a thad much with Sorcen's thins I think...
Let's wait till one of the other matches are at an end m'kay?
Gonna post later today.
Sorcen: I'm sorry to hear about your troubles; my condolances, and I hope you find a solution soon.
Ank: Nice to see you again Ank. I thank you for your sentiments and hope you're doing well. I look forward to seeing you back in the future, I enjoy your creative character concepts.
IC: Sorcen's voice echoes in Cehon's mind.
Forgive my delayed response. I had... matters to attend to.
The voice is quiet for a moment, as if reading something.
Your query was about the spell cast to create this place, correct? Its a bit complicated but Baator was my birthright, snatched from my mother's claws by a sort of coup. Brthright doesnt exactly mean much to immortals you know. As for the arena itself, I merely willed the landscape on this particular layer of Hell to change and thus the arena was created.
You question was directed more to the plane encased in my emerald though. The spell to create such a plane is one of the greater spells in my possession. Without going into much detail, I've 'researched' dieties creation spells and emulated them with some changes and a few 'enlisted' additional casters. Mainly to feed off their energies without draining myself too much.
There is a historical text in my library of that planes creation as well as some of my notes on the dieties planar creations.
A large tome appears before Sorcen. The book opens and pages begin to flip even before the archdevil's fingers begin race across the pages. A little over halfway through the book, all movement ceases and a bright blue light flashes over one of the pages. Sorcen upturns his left palm as a tattered piece of parchment appears in his hand. The parchment almost instantly rolls up into a tightly bound scroll, revealing just enough of it to show that it was an exact copy of the page upon which Sorcen stopped. The tome vanishes with a dismissive wave of the archfiend's hand as the scroll rolls itself up.
The scroll with that information will be waiting for you upon your return to the taverne, after your battle of course. Wouldnt want you distracted from your match. Good luck and feel free to ask of my services if you need further help with the spell.
the voice arives before the form.
I can feel the pressence of creation's adversary.
legion is there. forming out of a knot of twisted reality.
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zodiac (a devil character of mine) runs up to the throne out of breath. he falls on knees before sorcen, not daring to make eye contact.
lord, I bring word that the creature anhililation is free, and seeks to destroy this place.
Yes my ally. I am preparing things for our 'journey', I believe our next battle to be the hardest yet fought. I've nearly prepared things here for my possible defeat.
OOC: Sorry to delay you further on this but I dont really think I'll have the time to give this large battle the attention it deserves. I'll only be able to post from about 7ish-10ish each night and thats not even garuanteed yet.
legion nods, looking up into the sky.
you are greater than your opponent. that...I envy. there is no word to bind into meaning what I am going to face. sorcen...
the spinning wheels of fire that rest in legion's eyes turn back to the devil-lord. they hold something strange; what could be called fear sparks in them for an instant.
even if I should fall, we must not fail.
Thank you for the vote of confidence. No need to worry though, we will succeed in this battle, despite the costs.
He turns to Zodiac and nods. "Thank you, preparations are being made for his arrival."
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I hope you are correct
Hope everyone has had a good year and has an even better one this year. I had a great time last night. Hung out with friends at a lake house and set off fireworks, a bit of drinking went on of course, and we stayed up til about 4 playing Magic.
Aya was there of course, along with about 5 other friends of ours. Nobody got horrible drunk and we managed not to blow ourselves up with the fireworks so I'd call it a successful night.
We played a game of Magic, as I said. along with a mini pool tournament and somebody was playing a few games on the PS3 if memeory serves correctly.
Whats the drinking age for where you live Munch? Just curious.
You cannot buy alcoholic drinks (aside from "kid's cider" which is 0,2% alcohol, which means too little to be considered an alcohol drink by the law (lower limit is 0,4% IIRC)) untill you turn 16, and you will have to be at least 18 to buy alcohol at bars, inns discos and the like.
As to horribly drunk we had one case of alcohol induced vomiting and that was it.... not a big deal considering that this was in Denmark. We ended up agreeing that one of the other attendants should thank the girl for supplying a late night snack (he's very omnivorious (sp?), to the point where we're joking that anything carbon-based is kosher to him.... and come to think of some stories I heard that's actually disturbingly close to true).
But yeh, Hinoban, he lives in Denmark.
I have no idea whether alcohol is considered an acquired taste though. I've always liked the taste of it, liquor favored over beer though. Just because I like it though, doesnt mean I drink often, only about 2-3 times a year.
Where I live, the law has a stranglehold on anything alcoholic or remotely drug-like. I don't mind of course, but it gets annoying seeing it ALL of the time in the newspaper. The new pot law we just passed is kind of redundant to the values of the state but it doesn't affect me so I don't mind. If I get anywhere near that kind of stuff I'll be kicked out of swimming so fast my goggles will spin......
Thanks for the compliments Hinoban. Its a pleasure to meet you and forgive me for bypassing proper introductions.
My mom's side of the family actually comes from where you live. Its a long story but my grandpa was in the military and took my grandma to Denmark and Germany, my mom was born in Hamburg I think and then they lived in Denmark for a good amount of time then left and returned there for awhile then came back to the states when my mom was a teen.
I'm not much of a traveller myself but most of my family does.
The laws around here try to be strict but most everybody I know does the complete opposite of what any laws say. The part of my family that comes from your area is more law abiding though so I know what you mean.
EDIT: Unfortunately, today and tomorrow will likely be the last times I'll be able to post for awhile. I may be able to get on every few weekends but thats not for certain either.
Thanks and I'll be back when I can.
~Sorcen
"I will fight you."
Alrighty, now to business.
Welcome back Gordonml, great character, shapeshifter types always perform well.
Gordon has actually been around for awhile.
Gid: Remember that some people do prefer a slower pace to the 1-2 pages a day action of old.
SORCEN!!!!!!!! *Runs to Sorcen and Hugs him*
Acts as if he was the gender-reversed mirror image of Ice.
I'm not nessicarilly worried about whether this place will be fun or not, or whether or not it will ever attain it's former glory. I just don't want everything to change. Call me hidebound if you want to, but I miss the old MoTP. When it was me and you and Jess and Munch, and Cogs.
I wouldn't trade the new friends I have made for anything, but sometimes I do miss the older, calmer games we played.
Dont worry, I'm not abandoning the threads here just yet and I dont plan to fully ever leave MotP. I'll still participate in Aqua and Gideon's threads if my threads here go under.
In summary of the past few weeks. Aqua was appointed community leader of the MotP, Gideon and him revamped the forum with new threads and stuff, I wanted to move out of their way and decided to go to plothook for a few reasons and moved the arena over there. These threads are still active and everything but I encourage anyone involved in the arena to go to plothook where I will be focusing most of my energy at for that arena.
I'll still be here but I want to move the arena over there eventually so its out of Gid and Aqua's way. But we'll still be over here for awhile and theres no telling if the arena will ever really leave from here permanently. Also I will still be participating in Gid and Aqua's threads, I did commit to being a backup judge for them after all.